#I wasn't able to get Clorinde

[toonymoon-doodles]

I lost my 50/50 to Noella and Mona of all characters-

Just gimme Gaming!! Like I won't mind if I don't get Furina, just gimme the shiny spinner! He's so fun to play with!!!!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Would I be able to request Navia, Clorinde, Natasha and Himeko bathing with their S/O whilst S/O is just getting increasingly flustered (NSFT or fluff idk) (also maybe Stelle but I feel like the only reason she'd take a bath would be for NSFT reasons unless forced too)

(Genshin Impact/H:SR) Sharing a bath with their S/O

Genshin Impact - Navia, Clorinde, Dehya, Furina, Arlecchino, Chiori Honkai: Star Rail - Natasha, Himeko, Firefly, Stelle

Mild NSF-W Implications below the cut!

Because you don't take a bath with your clothes on. At least, I hope that you don't, dear reader.

As Navia is relaxing into the bath, she notices that her S/O is actively avoiding meeting her gaze.

And truth be told, she wasn't immune entirely herself as her face started to heat up as well, and not from the hot water.

But that being said, Navia didn't mind. She thought it was cute more than anything that S/O was getting flustered.

(Navia) "S/O? You alright?"

(S/O) "J-Just fine, thanks!"

With a soft chuckle, Navia shifted over to them with the water rippling as she did so, sitting directly next to them.

(Navia) "You know I don't mind, right?"

Her heart began to pound as she took S/O's hand into her own and out of the water.

(Navia) "I'm here right now because I want to be, S/O."

That finally got them to stare lovingly into her eyes, with Navia returning the gesture before she couldn't resist the urge to not kiss them any longer.

Clorinde is enjoying the silence, but at the same time it was admittedly a bit awkward.

Both her and S/O were doing their best to remain respectful and not stare too long at each other in the bath.

Yet, she would catch them stealing the occasional glance as they noticed her doing the same.

At the very least, she appreciated that S/O attempting to keep some form of modicum, but at the same time, it was a bit redundant to do so considering they decided to bathe together.

Especially since they were lovers.

(Clorinde) "Would...it be easier for us to simply look where we please?"

(S/O) "...O-Only if you don't mind, Clorinde."

Realizing just how needlessly the two of them were beating around the bush, they let out a small laugh together.

(Clorinde) "I only request that you don't stare too long. You have my word I will do the same."

Dehya is no stranger to sharing baths, so it didn't really bother her too much to do the same with S/O.

Though the idea of doing so with her lover gave enough pause for at least a second upon first consideration.

S/O on the other hand looked like they were on the verge of exploding, which tempted her to tease them for it.

(Dehya) "Jeez, you look like you're going to pop a vein."

(S/O) "D-Do I?"

Letting out a hearty laugh, she gives a pat to their naked back, which makes them yelp out.

(Dehya) "I'm joking! You can loosen up a little, y'know. It's just me to see you like this."

(S/O) "That's exactly why I'm panicking!...Uh, I mean-"

Dehya ruffled their hair, letting droplets of water go onto the floor, not that she particularly cared.

(Dehya) "S/O, it's fine. I promise I don't care. Well, too much anyway."

Part of her wants to do this again solely just to see what kind of reactions S/O would make, but she figured she tortured them enough for one night.

Furina is extremely quiet as both her and S/O shared the bath, the silence and tension hanging in the air to the point it could be cut with a knife.

Her fingers slightly fidgeted with each other under the water, doing her best to not stare at S/O.

Which both Furina and S/O failed to do.

Balling her fists up, she decided to take the first step! Scooting inch by inch over to S/O, who noticed her working up the courage to get closer.

In which they bumped into each other, before staring wide eyed at each other in silence.

Instead of saying anything, Furina embraced S/O in a tight hug, a deep exhale leaving her body and finally relaxing.

(Furina) "Can we...stay like this for a while?"

(S/O) "Hah...anything for you, Furina."

The feeling was completely alien to her, being able to feel someone so intimately, but she didn't hate it. The farthest thing from it, in fact.

Furina loved this.

Arlecchino decided to go along with S/O's request to share a bath, partly just to see what would happen.

She never did anything so intimate with another person before, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Meanwhile, S/O already looked so nervous asking Arlecchino to come along, now they actually had her with them.

And honestly? They didn't think they would get this far.

Arlecchino leaned against the tub with her eyes closed, knowing fully well S/O was peeking glances every now and then, something that amused her.

(Arlecchino) "S/O."

Her calling their name caused S/O to freeze up in mild terror, making Arlecchino let out a breath of amusement.

(Arlecchino) "You needn't be so nervous. Had I wanted to strike you down for looking, I would not have accepted your request."

(S/O) "I know it's...I want to be respectful you know?"

Arlecchino hummed in response, whether that was acknowledgement or indifference, S/O didn't know.

A few moments later, S/O worked up the courage to hold her hand, a gesture she returned by simply squeezing theirs and saying nothing.

(Arlecchino) "...With all that being said, we do not speak of this to the children, understand?"

(S/O) "Y-Yes, ma'am!"

Chiori rolls her eyes at the blush on her S/O's face.

First of all, it's not like this was the first time they've seen her without clothes on.

Secondly, it was their idea to take a bath together and-

Her thought process was interrupted as Chiori felt the muscles in her legs loosen up.

(Chiori) "Ugh, today was killer. Thanks for warming up the bath for us at least, S/O."

(S/O) "Y-Yeah, no problem, Chiori."

(Chiori) "And no need to be so jittery. Yes, we're both naked, it's nothing that should get you that nervous."

(S/O) "I feel like you'd kill me for staring."

(Chiori) "In public, yeah. But if it's just us, then who cares? I stare at you all the time, y'know."

Turning Chiori head to them, she gives S/O a small smirk, playfully tapping their nose with her finger.

(Chiori) "Besides, nothing I haven't seen before. I am the one who takes your measurements."

(S/O) "I guess that's fair..."

Natasha is a little embarrassed herself to be sharing such an intimate space, but it quickly washes (HA) away after a few moments.

She smiles at S/O trying to look away, but feels their entire body stiffen in response as she hugs them.

(Natasha) "Aw, what's the matter? Getting shy?"

(S/O) "N-Nat!"

S/O's voice whined, making her tighten her embrace.

(Natasha) "Don't worry too much, S/O. Otherwise I'll have to do an impromptu physical right now-"

Not being able to hold back her laughter anymore, she caresses their cheek as soon as Natasha sees them pouting.

(Natasha) "Joking aside, you're allowed to look. It's a privilege only you get after all."

Himeko's beautiful laugh fills the bathroom air as her hand grazes their shoulder, feeling them jerk upwards in surprise.

(Himeko) "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you. You just look so tense."

(S/O) "Hah well...The most beautiful woman is next to me, how could I not?"

(Himeko) "You could at least say that when you've actually looked at me once, S/O. It's not a crime to look."

She moves closer to them, kissing their cheek and watching their face turn into an even brighter shade of red.

Not that she wasn't a little nervous herself, but she figured they could at least see that, instead of having to tell them herself.

(Himkeo) "Please?"

With a sigh, S/O turns to Himeko, staring at her smile for what seemed like a small eternity.

Before Himeko closed the gap again to kiss them on the lips, S/O not saying anything in protest this time as her hands brought them closer.

Firefly's face was burning a bright shade of red, at least at first.

She had never done so with a lover, and things were awkward with S/O not knowing what to say either as they sat in the water.

But Firefly couldn't resist staring, and just affectionately eyed them up and down before speaking up.

(Firefly) "Is...it okay if I can move closer, S/O?"

(S/O) "O-Of course."

Her shoulders slumped downwards, taking their hesitance for rejection before S/O quickly cleared up the misunderstanding.

(S/O) "Ah! Wait, I want to be close with you! I'm...J-Just a little nervous too, is all."

Instead of a smile or even a demure look like S/O was expecting, Firefly instead pouted.

(Firefly) "T-Then why did you invite me to a bath if you were nervous too?"

...And to be fair, that was a good question.

But they both knew the answer to that already.

S/O made the move first against their rapidly beating heart to hug Firefly close, the action making her freeze up.

Before Firefly quickly relaxed and returned the embrace, her admittedly adorable pout melting into an even cuter smile.

Stelle sat in the waters with S/O, expecting to chat away or even get a little more...spicy in their interactions.

Instead, S/O was looking at the walls, everywhere except for her.

To show her disapproval, Stelle playfully splashed water at them, which got S/O to momentarily forget themselves.

(S/O) "H-Hey!"

(Stelle) "Hands slipped."

S/O smirked and splashed water back, making Stelle's stoic expression break with a smile of her own.

(S/O) "Take that, ya little punk!"

The tense atmosphere was quickly replaced by a more lighthearted one, with the two splashing water at each other before Stelle closed the gap between them, almost kabedoning them in the tub.

Which got S/O to quickly become silent again.

(Stelle) "So why'd you invite me in here if you were gonna get so embarrassed?"

(S/O) "I just wanted to spend time with you but I didn't think it'd be so...well, awkward at first."

Stelle smiled and rolled her eyes before sitting down next to them, getting S/O to relax.

...To which she promptly splashed water onto their face again.

(Stelle) "Whoops."

[velvetvelocity]

fontaine girls receiving flowers from their s.o.

tldr: . . .

characters: furina, arlecchino, clorinde, chevreuse, chiori, lynette, navia.

notes: I randomly came upon this idea while brainstorming my first official post on this acc, and this was the first to come to mind, it's nothing crazy just basic fluff. I was going to do Charlotte, but opted against it just so that this post wouldn't be to long.

FURINA . . .

"Are these for me? Hah! Of course, anyone would want to give someone such as me an equally beautiful gift."

Furina would exclaim with the utmost confidence, although it wouldn't take long for that facade to break as she blushed, looking down to the floor as she carefully admired the bouquet you had given her.

"...um, thank you, s.o., they're beautiful. If you just give me some time I can find a gift for you in return."

Furina somehow managed those words to you, feeling a bit nervous at the fact that she had nothing to offer in return.

ARLECCHINO . . .

As Arlecchino watched as you gently placed the bouquet into her hands she paused for a moment, forming up a response at the sudden gift before only giving a small nod of approval.

"They're beautiful flowers, thank you, although I have no need for such possessions."

While Arlecchino's tone was quite flat, and serious it didn't mean she didn't appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.

CLORINDE . . .

Despite Clorinde's usually blank expression you can't help but notice the small smile that crosses her face as she takes the arrangement of flowers from you.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to cherish them."

Clorinde gives a subtle nod as she speaks, her tone being a bit gentler as she converses with you.

CHEVREUSE . . .

A look of slight surprise crossed Chevreuse's face as she realized the flower bouquet was intended for her. She smiled slightly, carefully taking them from you as she gave you a small 'thank you', for your gift.

CHIORI . . .

Chiori paused for a moment, sighing softly as she took the flowers from you. She of course appreciated the gift, but she had no need to receive gifts, especially not from you.

"...I like them, thank you."

That was about the biggest compliment you could get out of her, it wasn't that she didn't like your gift. So many people had given her gifts that they had simply lost their significance to her.

LYNETTE . . .

It took a moment for Lynette to process had happened as she felt you place a flower arrangement in her hands, having been zoning out previously.

"...I see, thank you, s.o."

She gave you a subtle smile in response, carefully taking one of the flowers in her hands, further admiring the beauty of the blooming bud.

NAVIA . . .

Being the President of the Spina di Rosula, Navia had been sure to receive many gifts over the years, but there was something especially special about receiving a gift from her s.o. Her face lit up slightly at the sight of the flowers, taking no time to take them into her hands and admire each one carefully.

"Thank you, s.o., they're beautiful."

Once Navia was done admiring them she placed them down to the side before pulling you into her embrace.

~

extras: this was the first time in a really long time that I've actually wrote something, but I truly did enjoy it. Im truly sorry if some of them are a lot shorter than the others, or words are repetitive </3. I do hope you were able to enjoy regardless. Thank you for reading!

[nariism]

You always write Neuvillette as the reader’s husband and that just makes me crave a backstory for these two. Cause I just KNOW that even if the reader is the more openly affectionate and playful of the two, it was probably a “they fell first, he fell harder” situation where the reader was patiently pining for a while and then Neuvillette was suddenly hit with a train of feelings.

i like to imagine that one day you were just a friend who he knew had a crush on him (but he thought it was harmless so he let it happen). and the next day he woke up in a cold sweat, pearls clutched, chest heaving because oh god he had a crush on you too

and i also like to imagine it was over something dumb like you were talking about something so mundane but then he couldn't stop thinking about it and you to the point where he had trouble sleeping. also, he wasn't able to figure out all the complex feelings he was getting and wasn't used to the idea of love at all so you two played the awkward platonic dance for literally AGES until furina or clorinde got sick and tired of it.

they probably schemed together to get neuvillette to do the whole accidental confession thing because he was wayyyyy too clueless about how to approach it himself. or it went something like this:

N: "i like you."

Y: "i know."

N: "you know?"

Y: "you're not very subtle..."

N: "could you please at least pretend to be surprised?"

Y: "...oh my gosh! the man who buys me flowers on his way to work every morning has a crush on me?!"

N: "nevermind."

umm he's a loser (affectionate) is what i'm getting at. an emotionally constipated loser that we love

[lavenderchqn]

𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 — TABLETOP TROUPE CUTIES 𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 — lyney x f!reader smau

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 —

Second year of university should've been everything you thought of it - more studying with human interaction sprinkled throught... What it definitely wasn't supposed to be was an investigation saga where one of your friends goes missing out of nowhere

“Charlotte, I swear to heavens— slow down!” You did your best to catch up to the girl whose excitement turned her walking speed up to an 11. Hearing your pleas, she stopped turning around so you could join her.

“Sorry!” She scratched her cheek lightly. “I’m simply too excited about the club days! You can simply see articles writing themselves.” You sighed, finally managing to get to her. 

Charlotte had become your friend, the moment you stepped into your shared room. Whoever had thought that putting the same major students together was a genius! The flow of inspiration shared between the two of you was simply amazing and boosting each other to constantly do better. 

While at first, you had found her personality to be overwhelming, as the first days of university had happened you managed to get used to her energy levels. You would never be able to match them… but at least it was the thought that had counted. 

“We’re here!” She stopped before one of the rooms, dubbed “Table Troupe Club”. You’ve known of the existence of what it entailed… But you still racked your brain at the explanation of your roommate choosing this club specifically. 

“Why this club?” You asked confusion in your tone. “I’m sure there are other clubs that would be more beneficial towards your studies, than a role-playing game”

 “For starters, it sounds like a lot of fun!” She put her hands on her hips, as she began explaining. “Besides, being a stellar journalist means you need to be well-versed in multiple genres.” 

Charlotte was correct in her reasoning — to create good pieces, especially reviews, you needed to know your source material. Inaccuracy was the first step to losing your job, after all. 

“Oh it is a ton of fun, trust me!” A high-pitched voice made the two of you suddenly become aware of your surroundings. It belonged to a blonde with the most beautiful curls you'd ever seen. “Would you like to try it out?” 

After agreeing, you quickly learn that she was called Navia. Thanks to some chit-chat, you’ve learned that she ran the club alongside a friend of hers. 

“Is this your first year here?” She asked, setting the two of you up with teacups and freshly brewed tea. Charlotte answered for the two of you, mentioning how you were both studying journalism. 

“While it’s a challenge to throw yourself into this career, I feel like there’s still undiscovered horizons of tasteful journalism.” You said, thinking of all those times when journalists were out of line. That was the last kind of them you wanted to become. 

“Admirable.” A lower voice said, bringing out some dice. “Nowadays, all you seem to hear is about journalists overstepping their boundaries,” Clorinde said, taking her seat at the central spot of the table — as the person running the game. 

Navia seemed to agree with you, humming while placing some snacks in the reach of your hands. “Hopefully one day I’ll be able to read one of your articles.” She smiled. 

This lovely moment was disturbed by the slam of a door, and a girl quickly shutting it behind her. 

“O-oh.” She said, awkwardly. “Sorry— I didn’t realise anyone was here…” She whispered while backing herself into a position that allowed her to get out of the room.

“Are you alright? Do you need any help?” Navia walked up to her, keeping her distance to not scare her further.  The girl shook her head, muttering something so quietly, that none of you managed to catch it. 

“It’s just… loud outside.” She sighed, her body finally showing signs of calming down. “I thought I could take a breather in a quiet room...” 

“You’re very welcome to stay with us,” Navia said, smiling from ear to ear. “We’re much more quiet compared to some of the people outside.” With that, it seemed like the girl was finally composed enough to agree. 

Thanks to this, in some way grandiose, entrance… it was the five of you in the club room right now. Navia was still attending to her host duties, talking more about the concept behind the making of the club and such. 

“Oh, Miss.” She turned to the latest guest. “Can I interest you in some tea?” 

At the simplest mention of the beverage, her ears perked up. She has now taken her place at the table, next to you. “I’m Lynette.” She said. “Tea would be lovely, thank you”.    

 Navia poured a cup of tea for Lynette, who accepted it with a quiet "Thank you." The room settled into a comfortable atmosphere, each person finding their place in this newly formed group.

"So, are you ready to dive into the world of role-playing games?" Clorinde asked, her purple eyes sparkling with the upcoming challenge. “I’ll make sure to go easy on you since it’s your first time playing”

Charlotte’s eyes sparkle with the same energy that had brought you here in the first place. "Absolutely! I can't wait to see what this is all about. ”

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of anticipation. "I'm ready to give it a try.” Lynette also mentioned that she was ready to participate. 

Navia clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Let's get started then.”

Clorinde began explaining the basics of the game, detailing the roles and rules. The more she spoke, the more you understood Charlotte’s excitement. This wasn't just a game; it was a chance to tell a story, to explore new perspectives and thus expand your horizons as a journalist.

"Now, let's create your characters," Clorinde said, handing out sheets of paper and pencils. "This is where you get to decide who you want to be in this world."

You glanced at Charlotte, who was already scribbling furiously, her mind clearly racing with ideas. Lynette, on the other hand, seemed more reserved, carefully considering each choice before committing it to paper.

As you began to fill out your own character sheet, you found yourself getting lost in the possibilities. What kind of person would you be in this fictional world? What skills and traits would define you? It was a liberating experience, allowing you to step outside of your everyday life and explore new facets of your imagination.

"All set?" Clorinde asked after a while, looking around the table.

Everyone nodded, the energy in the room charged with anticipation.

"Great. Now, let's embark on an adventure.”

Clorinde wove a tale that drew you in from the first sentence. You found yourself fully immersed in the game, navigating challenges and making decisions that would shape the course of your journey. Charlotte's infectious enthusiasm kept the momentum going, while Lynette's quiet determination added a layer of depth to the group dynamic.

Navia, true to her role as host, made sure everyone felt included and engaged. Her character has taken a supportive role, giving the three of you to experience the world that Clorinde was creating. They must’ve played together a lot — their energy was truly in sync. 

As the session progressed, you lost track of time, caught up in the excitement and camaraderie. It was only when Clorinde called for a break that you realised how much time had passed.

"This is truly amazing," Charlotte said, her eyes shining. "I knew that Tabletop Troupe was fun, but I didn’t realise it was this fun!”

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. “You’re a remarkable storyteller, Clorinde.” She acknowledged your compliment with a “thank you.” 

Lynette, who had been mostly quiet, finally spoke up. "Thank you for letting me join. This has been... really nice."

Navia smiled warmly. "You're always welcome here, Lynette. We're glad to have you.”

As you sipped your tea and munched on snacks, you felt a deep sense of connection with the people around you. This club, with its mix of creativity and collaboration, has given you a new perspective on storytelling. Charlotte was absolutely right earlier with her views on expanding your knowledge leading to becoming better at capturing your thoughts. 

While you couldn’t put it to the test at that exact moment, it reminded you of the childhood wonders that made you want to become a journalist in the first place. 

The day ended with the three of you joining the club, as well as exchanging contacts. This day was just the beginning of a new adventure — both in a world created by your shared storytelling, and also your journey of becoming a fully-fledged journalist. 

𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — 𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑆𝑂𝐷𝐸 date of posting — july 12th 2024

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There's a week until your birthday and how fast has time passed since you were reborn. As you sat in your room writing a letter to Freminet, you couldn't help yourself from looking at the raindrops falling down the window's glass. You two had been exchanging a lot of letters daily, talking about the most random stuff such as the weather or what you should do at the festival. In your last letter, you asked for advice from Freminet when it came to asking for stuff. You didn't want to be greedy on your request to go out.

‘Maybe you should talk to her in a nice way. I also do not like asking for stuff so I try to be nice to my mom and help her with things Clorinde is your older sister so she must take you there.’

His letters often came with a few grammar errors or punctuation ones. He was still learning how to write despite being already eight, which isn't surprising since he didn't have much education like you, who were being raised in the Temple; and Freminet… Well, Freminet told you once he had never written a letter before writing to you. Though, it never bothered you. Being able to exchange letters has been one of the best things of your reincarnation.

After making sure his letter had been replied, you put it in a box to send it tomorrow. Now your care would go to “Furina”. Just a blue ribbon would've been enough to make the mechanical puppy look cute, yet you insisted on painting blue eyes in it. "Furina" was a bit rusty, perhaps a consequence of being in Freminet's pocket when he dived in to save you. It wasn't that bad, but the movements weren't working as they should.

Tic tac, tic tac.

Your attention went to the old wall clock. Normally, Sister Dora would ask you to bring towels or some water for Clorinde. It wasn't that she neglected her own needs, but it was good to have someone to help her if she needed anything. Clorinde takes her training very seriously, even practicing during storms. And since Sister Dora isn't here, which meant you were in charge of doing it by yourself.

“Should I get her water? It's raining outside though… Do people need to hydrate when they're in the rain?”

“Oh, I should be going now.” You took a towel from the closet and an umbrella for yourself and possibly Clorinde.

You fixed your uniform for the last time before opening the door, being met with the monochromatic white hallway. The same dreadful silence adorned the lonely atmosphere, which you were already used to.

Walking through the corridors, you made sure to take a different route just so as to not go through that damned statue. It still gave goosebumps every time you saw it.

The clicking sound of footsteps was all that could be heard. Why was it always so quiet whenever you were the one walking around? You were sure people were really active because you could hear voices from inside your room the whole day.

You stopped in front of the door that led to the training grounds, where Clorinde was. It was a big wooden door with two door latches, one near the ground and other a bit too high for you to reach. As a solution, you took the umbrella you brought and tried to unlock the latch with its pointed part.

And that was when the access to the outside was freed, coming with a cold breeze making you shiver. It was raining slightly more than you initially thought; and in the middle of the grounds you saw her.

The sight of Clorinde standing there with a sword — a metallic one this time, much different from the little wooden sword she carried when you first met her — made you pause on your tracks. She looked so cool like that, just like the heroes on book pages.

“I wanted to be cool like that,” you whispered absentmindedly, just repeating something you had the sensation of having or not said once.

“You know I can see you, right?” Clorinde forced her voice a bit louder so you would hear it.

For a second you had forgotten your original purpose. You left the towels on a dry place, opened your umbrella and went to where she was standing, getting your boots dirty with the muddy water.

“I brought two towels for you. Sister Dora says you shouldn't train in the rain or you'll get sick!” You tried to scold her, with a pout on your lips.

“I won't get sick and you know that.” She took your hands and placed the umbrella in a way it would cover you more as the wind carried the raindrops. “You should go back inside. We wouldn't want you sick on your birthday, would we?”

She walked away, without talking or doing much. Clorinde took one of the towels and went back inside, leaving you there in the rain.

Nighttime finally set in. Your boredom these last few days has been killing you. There wasn't anything to do after completing your daily chores and Freminet only visits once a week.

Clorinde was at the desk, writing something with the help of light that came from the candles. Things between you and Clorinde had been a bit… difficult recently. She has been off training more often and you barely see her during the day. The only time you both stay together is during the night as you both share the same room.

Her gaze was focused while writing, with softer eyes and lips curved slightly upwards. Clorinde seemed more relaxed than usual, even more than when she's with you. And it only added to your initial curiosity, so you decided to take a peek at what she wrote.

From your bed, it was possible to take a peek at what she was writing. Not much, but you could understand a few words. But a particular name in the beginning of the letter made you even more curious.

“Hm… Who’s ‘Navia’?” you questioned her by pointing to the name of the addressee.

Clorinde's eyes widened as she rushed to put an arm on top of the letter before you could glimpse the actual contents. “[Name], you can't just come unnoticed and read someone's stuff. It's uneducated.”

Her scolding made your small grin drop. It had been some time ever since you two last smiled with each other.

“I want you to spend time with you. Being alone is sooo boring!” you put your hands together as if begging for Clorinde to stop what she was doing for a second.

“Can't you just stay with Sister Dora or—”

“She’s traveling, again. You know that.” You took “Furina” from the desk and fidgeted with it as boredom kept devouring your happiness. The only audible sound in the room was that of mechanical parts clicking.

The two of you weren't spending much time together lately, and it has been bothersome because Clorinde wouldn't engage in any conversation or activity with you. Drawing with her? Too childish, she stopped doing it when you were around four; playing with toys? You barely had any, and she was fifteen so the chance of her accepting was too low.

You had definitely gotten attached to her, and the thought of not being able to stay close to her was surely torturing.

“She must have gone to Mondstadt, maybe she'll bring you trinkets.” Clorinde answered as her gaze went to you, or maybe to “Furina” in your hands. “Again… Where exactly did you get it from?”

“My friend Freminet. He's my friend, a good friend… a friend who spends time with me if you want to know…”

Clorinde sighed and crossed her arms. There was no way she would be able to deny being neglectful to your needs nowadays, yet she couldn't do much with how busy her agenda became. She had three years before turning eighteen, her childhood ended years ago and now Clorinde had to work hard on her future.

“Are you mad because I'm not spending time with you?”

“I'm not mad but it feels… lonely.”

It felt selfish, and maybe it really was. You couldn't trap Clorinde by your side forever, she was turning into an adult soon and you'll still be a child while it happens. For some reason, as you thought about it, your throat started aching as if there was something inside it. But you tried to brush it away.

“I don't… I don't want to leave you alone, and you know that.” Clorinde cut the silence by stating that. She seemed genuine in her words.

“But you're going to, anyway.”

Clorinde placed her pen down and turned around, so as to not face your eyes. It hurt remembering the old days of playing with her as she was still a child, when she used to carry you around like a bag and how Sister Dora had to teach her the way to hold a toddler properly.

‘If only I could tell her the truth… would things be any different?’ You couldn't reveal the fact you've actually reincarnated and that you're a teenager on the inside, just like her. Clorinde's exactly the same age you were before being executed, and soon she'll be even older than that. ‘I’ve seen this kid growing to be honest—’

You coughed before looking at her again. She seemed to have something on her mind, thoughtfully in silence.

“So let's do like this… what do you think about spending your birthday with me this year.” She put a hand over your head and gave you a pat.

“Spending time with me…” You thought about it for a second before it just clicked in your mind: ‘This is the perfect timing.’

And so, you gathered all the courage inside to finally tell her what you've been intending to say for the past few days. And with sad puppy eyes and clasped hands, you begged her. It was a trick you learned because whenever you did it, Clorinde and Sister Dora let you eat chocolate, and it worked with anything else.

It was the perfect time to use your privilege of being a child. You never asked her for anything much now that you think about it, so it might work.

“Then please take me to the Fontinalia Festival on my birthday! Please, please!”

“As in a birthday gift?” Clorinde crossed her arms and thought for a few seconds before nodding her head. “I… I would have to try to get permission and…”

‘I would have to speak with the administration… but I'm still underage so they probably won't let me take [Name] out.’ Clorinde’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a hug attack.

[Name] excitedly jumped on her, giving Clorinde a tight hug. It wasn't enough to make her fall from the chair, but strong enough to surprise Clorinde.

“Please talk to them! Please, please, please!”

[Name]’s eyes had a glow to them, a glow of excitement. It was now obvious to Clorinde how much they wanted to get out of the Temple for a day. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try? It wouldn't hurt to, she already has ‘no’ as an answer so why not try for a yes?

“I'll try.”

“Yay! Big sister Clorinde is the best!” You laughed sweetly while hugging her even tighter. You were going out! You were finally going outside to the world!

A few seconds later, you coughed once more. But this time... It was water, again. And so your doubts started arising.

The Temple hall's peacefulness was clearly one of its many charms. Clorinde often found herself strolling around them aimlessly, going wherever her feet could reach. She finds herself stopping in front of the Hydro Archon's statue a few times, admiring the details put in such work of art.

Today was supposed to be one of these days. However, she was called by the Temple's administrator and planned to ask to take [Name] to the center of the city.

Her heels’ clacking sound stopped as soon as she paused in front of a large dark wood door. Clorinde has come to this place many times before and still got a bit nervous every single one of them.

With a hint of hesitation, Clorinde knocked twice on the door. The noise echoed along the corridor in a ghostly way, making her take a little glance behind her while waiting for permission to enter the room.

“Come inside,” an old voice commanded. It was a bit raspy, but seemingly amicable.

Clorinde grabbed the doorknobs before pushing it, revealing the fancy yet old-fashioned office. In the center, the mosaic window created a gleaming light bright enough to blind her, and so she shifted her eyes to the one seated in the middle desk: the Temple's administrator himself.

He was a middle aged man whose blonde hair was starting to get gray. He sat behind his desk, surrounded by documents and thick books. “Good afternoon, Clorinde.”

It's not like Clorinde and him were on bad terms. It's quite the opposite, he was kind and respectful of every single person who worked inside the building; and that was a problem since Clorinde is not affiliated with the Temple, any of the two remaining ones.

Next to the bookshelves, stood a tall figure Clorinde couldn't recognize. A man who was using a cane to support himself while analyzing the thousands of titles on those shelves.

“We have an important visitor with us today,” the old man laughed before extending a hand in the others direction. “It would be an honor to introduce you to our Iudex, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

Clorinde's eyes widened slightly, she was caught by surprise. The Chief Justice was in front of her, after all.

As the Iudex’s eyes met Clorinde's, she couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. This wasn't a normal meeting, there was surely something behind it. The Iudex was known as an extremely busy man, so what was the motive behind his visit?

For now, however, only the walls would hear what was discussed in that office.

[oh-my-may]

hi hi hi!

Wanted to pop in rq to talk about recent game stuff again :)

I played Cyno's story quest! After noz liking his first one, I gotta say that with this second one they really stepped up the game and I'm glad about that. I feel like Sumeru kinda got thrown under the bus after giving us some of the most important in game lore when it comes to Khaenri'ah and Irminsul. I've seen lots of people talking about how they didn't like Sumeru as much, criticising the Archon Quest etc.... which I never understood. The desert expsnsions were vast and did get on my nerves a bit but since I love the exploration process it wasn't a huge problem for me. The AQ of Sumeru is my second favorite because you can really see the change in comparison to the other nations... even the story quests of characters were largely really good - Nahida, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Wanderer getting a whole Interlude Quest...

Just Cyno's fell kind of flat following the "old" pattern of the quest somehow completely shifting focus to some NPC and barely having significance to Cyno. THE SECOND QUEST HOWEVER. So good. It really falls in with other recent story quests (that I have all enjoyed): involvement of other playable characters that we as pöayers care about, interaction between beloved characters, spinning in some big lore that ties to the characters and thid time IT ACTUALLY IS ABOUT CYNO. HIS BACKSTORY. HIS ORIGIN. YESSSSS.

I think people should experience the quest for themselves so I don't want to talk abput the plot too much but just... so many Sumeru characters made an appearance and it was so nice to see them again :(( i miss them. It was about time we visited Sumeru again, there has been a suspicious lack of Sumeru content throughout the Fontaine patches, whereas other nations got bigger events etc...

SETHOS MY BELOVED. I can NOT wait for his release. And the fact he's gonna be on Clorinde's banner <333 my collection of electro characters continues. Really like his character design (especially his hair omg???) and generally think it's so interesting of hyv to introduce this story... him and Cyno being two parts of one whole thing but growing up so differently... yet somehow understanding each other when they meet face to face... HIS EYES ARE SO CRAZY TOO LIKE??? HUUUUH???

The cutscene of their fight be my favorite now (not counting Archon or Harbinger fights). IT WAS SO LONG??? EPIC?? The way they were so similar with using the power?? The parallels? Insane.

So yeah... I really enjoyed it. Hopefully Sethos gets a Hangout event soon. I'll definitely build him when he comes out. However I wasn't able to watch the 4.7 livestream (yet) because of my horrendous work times yesterday... gonna do it this evening after work I think. Definitely excited to finally get Clorinde tho <33 depending on how nice she is to me I might try snd get her weapon too ... but I at least have enough pulls atm to get her no matter what (and hopefully some Sethos too...)

So far so good! I actually took some screenshots during the story check it out!

[dixidin]

Genshin impact hcs for every nation pt.5

Fontaine edition!

Note: Fontaine is sadly ending! So, as a parting gift, especially since Natlan is right around the corner, here's the Fontaine version of my headcanons!

Another add on. So sorry that I'm posting this the day before Natlan!! I'm kinda taking a break from genshin and focusing a bit more on my personal life. I hope you enjoy!

Charlotte: Before when Charlotte was a journalist, she aspired to be a baker in her much younger youth, but as she got older, she realized the slight difficulties, and her love for baking was quickly swept away by her curiosity in journaling.

Chevreuse: Chevreuse secretly looks up to Clorinde a lot, especially during her early days of being a part of the security. But of course, she'll deny any accusations of her admiring the duelist.

Chiori: Despite Chiori secretly having a soft spot and able to go easy on customers who are harmed. Kids are a different story... the designer has always noticed a twinge of fear in children's faces. She's been lectured to smile more when complaining about her problem.

Clorinde: When Clorinde was growing up, she secretly really liked scrapbooking and writing about her day. She would spend countless hours in different shops picking out pretty stamps or patterned paper before designing the pages, feeling the satisfaction as she could finally write and dwindle on what stickers to choose. Those days are long gone, but she still keeps all her journals with them

Emilie: Surprisingly, Emilie wasn't born with the hair fading into pink! It was due to a rebellious faze with her parents, but she inevitably got attached to the pink hair, that and it was hard for her to it get out.

Freminet: Found it hard gathering hobbies other than diving. Music making, journaling, archery. It was all so tiring to him! But one thing he did found interesting was baking! Specifically baking bread. Though the only people who know are Lyney and Lynette with their peeping eyes.

Furina: Secretly really likes big flamboyant makeup, almost like drag or even juggalo, but got a bit anxious about wearing it, especially since she was a celebrity to her people, but now, as she has a simpler life as an actress. She's begun to lean more into that crazy style!

Lynette: As Lynette got older and her shows with her brother got bigger, as well as their style in fighting and tricks, one of the main problems they found was props. Of course, they were all over the globe! But as a secret child of The House of Hearth, props weren't the main problem... thankfully! Lynette soon learned how to draw and created her and Lyney's customized magic cards!

Lyney: When Lyney was younger and felt a bit more rebellious or just bored in The House of Hearth, he would buy any fake temporary tattoos that looked neat to him. He would always show Freminet and say that he could create new ones whenever they faded. The blond always believed him while his dearest sister just shook her head.

Navia: One of the main reasons Navia spends her long hours in the bathroom isn't for her hair or makeup, but for her concerts! She loves to sing and bathe in comforting bubbles, either reminiscing on memories or just having a laugh to herself.

Neuvillette: As Neuvillette became the Ludex, he found himself bored and envying some of the Fountaine folks who talked about their new hobbies or interests. Inevitably, Neuvillette found himself researching and taught himself how to create jewelry. Before just as a gift for Furina and her flamboyant self, now turning into a personal comfort and charm for different accessories.

Sigewinne: When Wriothesley was growing up in the fortress, Sigewinne couldn't help but notice his scratched up clothes, especially with how big he was growing! As a result, Sigewinne learned how to sew and made him some new clothes, as well as just learning in general with clothing for herself or for younger kids.

Wriothesley: When Wrio was younger and an orphan, he had no clue how to write, let alone read. So when he was brought into his new family, he was ecstatic to learn from his siblings and read any sort of fairytail. But after his murder and trial, he found it hard to get back into writing or reading due to his memories of his family, but Sigewinne taught him how to learn and love again every slow step of the way.

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Any like or repost is greatly appreciated -dixidin

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[akaiuchiha]

You know, when you can't find exactly what you are looking for while searching for fanfictions and you just go "Fine, I'll do it myself"?

Well, I do it, with my OC's AND fanfictions hahahaha.

Sometimes I crave for something that I cannot find, like, one day I was searching platonic fanfictions between Brook and Sanji and it is sooo hard to find some that are finished and not...well, not ship and all.

Now, it's the same for genshin. I have played the archon quest and Neuvillette's story quest, I loved both, really they were amazing.

I don't regret pulling for Neuvillette (and I got his weapon, lucky me) but now?? After everything? My brain just won't stop thinking about the next part (stop reading if you haven't done the archon quest, spoilers are coming) and of different "what if" that could happen in the next version. Like, what if Furina wasn't only one person, that she's not the real hydro archon after everything Arlecchino told us and, I know many like Furine but I don't, she's not even able to tell us what her emergency plans are in case of a catastrophe. Right now I have more faith in Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Wrio (I have still now idea on how to write it by myself), Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Clorinde, EVERYONE BUT Furina. She can't take responsibility when things go South and it's driving me almosy crazy.

Anyway, I also think about everything that could happen to Neuvillette. Like, what if he's the only hope and he sacrifices himself in order to save everyone? What if Wrio do the same because this guy has more solutions than the archon herself and that's actuelly insane (he is building a SHIP to save people, he is holding the seal of the primordial sea, he is the one holding the front line in this mess and he does it alone most of the time).

And don't get me started with Childe. Hell, that man is not even in my top 5 but I'd do anything if it means saving him right now. I know when a character is a good one, and Childe certainly is. What the hell is he doing in the primordial sea?! What was that giant thing he saw? To me it looked like a dragon, its shape was similar to Dvalin's if I remember well. And I don't care, I'm not lettong Childe die. He's not even guilty for what he was accused! Sure, he is a criminal and clearly not the kindest person here, but will he ever kidnapp people, hurt children?? That man straight up lied to his little brother in order to protect his innocence and the image he has of his big brother, I can't believe he would do that.

I can't even tell you how clearly I can see the pictures of what I've been thinking about since I finished the archon quest. It's so vivid, and I see Neuvillette standing up, tall and proud in front of a massive wave, taller, wider and stronger than the one in the forteress. He cannot do it alone with his actual power and then, Clorinde, Wrio, people who can fight join him and face the wave and that's just... Maybe I was influenced by Dressrosa Arc by a lot because everyone working, fighting together is just so wholesome and powerfull that I need to see it happen in genshin.

Well, than you for reading all of this. Don't hesitate to share with me what you've been thinking about the quest!

[lil-gae-disaster]

okay so uhm. Decided write more Nox and Clorinde. Clorinde focused. Yeah uh. Enjoy. Rather short, I'd say.

The summer you were gone

30 June 2009

It wasn't like Nox to just disappear over night. Heck, it scared the fuck out of Clorinde when she caught wind of it.

At 10 in the morning, she decided to show up at his doorstep - something the 23 year old did regularly during her time as student. This time, however, she decided to pay her brother a visit for some wonderful news - she might start teaching at Hogwarts in a year or two. What she didn't expect upon arriving is no response to her knocks and an unlocked door. Weird, he never leaves without locking the door. He might life far from civilization, but his paranoia makes him always lock his house. But maybe he just didn't hear her knocking.

"Sorry for barging in like that, but you didn't answer- Eh?" She expected a response from Kimmy, her brother's Kneazle, at least, but the house was completely empty. It also looked like the 36 year old left in a hurry. Or he forgot to tidy up before leaving, she can't tell. Looking around, the young woman notices a note left behind. And the writing on the note was definitely her brother's messy writing.

I don't know who's reading this and honestly it doesn't really matter. Fact is, I won't be home for a while. There are currently some problems with magical creatures in trouble and, even though i don't work with them anymore, the ministry of magic asked me if I could help rescuing them. Frankly, I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I hope it's not for too long.

And under that, his signature. Of course, the note had a few spelling mistakes, some even alright crossed out and corrected by the dyslexic man himself. Even though the note was most likely supposed to calm her, she felt even more confused and irritated.

"He's gone, just like that? What the heck! What's gonna happen to his stupid house now." Grumbling angrily, she leaves the house again, locking the door with the hidden extra key. She'd just take care of the house whilst his absence.

Clorinde would never admit it unless under the influence of Veritaserum, but she's somewhat worried about her brother. She's being irrational, considering his duelling experience as former Auror. He'd be able to defend himself if he'd need it, plus, he wouldn't be alone. But still, she's worried he'll stress himself even more. He's only 36 and his hair is already graying slightly from the shit he's been through lately, it might only get worse.

✩ ✩ ✩

12 October 2011

"Professor Sallow, I think I saw a person moving up ahead."

"Don't be irrational, Mister Clemmons. The only people here right now are the students in this class."

But deep down, the stoic Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher knew that the Gryffindor prefect was right. There was someone else here. She saw the rather hunched person too. And she knew exactly who it was.

"Professor, are you sure?" These kids were going to be the death of her.

"You know what, class dismissed. I will escort you back to the castle and investigate this later."

And so, later that day, she found herself in the forest again, a lantern in her hand and her wand in the other. It took her a while, but then she saw a bonfire up ahead on a clearing. Upon stepping onto it, she immediately saw who she expected: Her older brother, with a few Puffskeins and his Kneazle, Kimmy, cuddled close to him. As he catches sight of her, his expression shows surprise. "Clorinde?"

He looked tired, exhausted even. His hair had, as already expected by her, a few more gray streaks than before. His eyes were droopy and tired and his clothes were torn at some points, especially his sleeves. Even his hands were adorned by scratches. But how'd she tell him how terrible he looks without sounding mean? Especially after not having seen eachother for a while?

"By Merlin's beard, you look like shit."

smooth, Clorinde, smooth.

[myjustice]

🌿🍒(clorinde) [Surprise jumpscare! >:D]

furina loved ball dances, she considered herself fortunate enough to still be one of the first few to get invited to these sorts of events & considered. aside from the mere idea of a ball dance, she loved festive ones, the ones during the winter time were her utmost favorite. the crowds weren't as rowdy & much more considerate of each other. aside from that she adored the decorations to the venues. this was her second ball dance this week ... she actually had another one to attend tomorrow & that was making her feet ache slightly. heels truly were made for walking.

many a folk attempted to court her since she came on her lonesome, but she respectfully declined. not that she did not want to dance, furina was just ... picky, by nature. she most certainly always got struck with the urge to dance when she heard music, but if it wasn't with the person she wanted to dance then she would simply not. instead she would greet them, ask of their day, sign a couple of autographs here & there, & then bid them adieu. she also was dodging far too many personal questions like she was playing dodgeball, it had begun to do a number on her anxiety, but she remained fair. as one should with proper manners.

at the moment she found herself by the grand table where many a cuisines set out to enjoy for their guests was. furina swayed along with the music as she indulged upon a chocolate covered strawberry. she watched her people dance the night away all night & the sight of them brought her joy. though there was still so much work to be done ... the fact that they can now go on with their day to day without concern of whether or not they would be alive tomorrow ... sore she might still be, but it brought her some peace even if it was transitory. as the regina continued to indulge upon the sights of bodies moving in tempo to the beautiful music, from the corner of her eye she caught sight of someone oh so familiar who was on duty no doubt. her spirits were fair, but at the sight of clorinde furina's spirits instantly sky rocketed. she would have called out to her, but caught herself when she noticed a peculiar little plant hanging above her head from here. no doubt she was probably stationed in her post as the ever diligent warrior that she was, but oh that even to the blind it was an opportunity one simply must not pass up on. & furina, for one, was not one to pass them up. her own mischief aside of course.

' ever diligent i see. ' furina smiled upon approaching clorinde, the joy she felt in seeing her far surpassing that of the joy she felt for this ball dance. truth be told, furina sometimes wished clorinde would allow herself more free time to enjoy such things. ' it's really nice to see you, clorinde. ' she greeted her properly once she had made her way to her side. as bias as this might seem, but furina would much prefer clorinde's company over anybody else's here, so she would take it. yes, yes, clorinde was working, but details to the regina. she wanted her company so she would have it, simple as that. furina was aware that asking her for a dance was a lost cause, she was clearly working, & knowing her she would not budge from that. which speaking of ...

' i wanted to properly thank you for what you did for me last time. ' helping her get herself together when she was clearly falling apart all on her own & not having the will to reach out or ask for help. ' & for keeping me safe these last few years as well. ' her efforts never went unnoticed, not once. clorinde had such a wonderful soul & though furina was still struggling to understand why she did not have any resentment against her, she would not dwell on it, stubbornly furina willed herself not to & instead acted not just upon the festive mood, but that strong sense of gratitude she felt towards clorinde.

thanks to the heels she was wearing, the task was not that difficult. furina easily was able to press a firm yet soft kiss 'pon clorinde's cheek & it wasn't until she had done it that she realized she's been wanting to for quite some time. she could easily use the guise of the mistletoe located above clorinde & her sense of gratitude to excuse it should she ask of course. ' happy holidays ' her fair knight ' & thank you again for letting me see such a unique & special you. ' she added as she allowed clorinde to have her personal bubble back. she curtly bowed at the huntress, not wanting to intervene with her due diligence. ' you owe me a dance, by the by. ' she winked & waved.

maybe next time.

mistletoe meme. / @grislyintentions

[romaritimes]

Freminet is already beginning to tiptoe away (with regard to some advice from his older siblings and Father, he tries to approach the situation from another mental standpoint: perhaps Clorinde hadn't spotted him at all, and he can escape without risk of confrontation as long as he's quiet about it); his attempt is albeit foiled when he hears her address him by name, and he jumps slightly, turning on his heel to face her.

His expression looks guilty, as if he's committed a crime (ironic to be feeling that way within a prison, no less), though he clearly hasn't done anything to warrant punishment or rebuke. There's a flush of embarrassment tinting his freckled cheeks and he clears his throat, a quick flash of his gaze at the Champion Duelist's eyes for the sake of polite acknowledgement before he's once more staring back at the contents of the crate he's gripping. Of all things, he certainly wasn't expecting her first words to be in reference to the circumstances of their last meeting. He clears his throat,, knuckles of his fingers turning white with the firm grip he has on the crate of parts.

"Yes, Madam Clorinde," he starts, his voice breaking embarrassingly at the beginning of the utterance, and he tries not to let it show that he's cringing at his own awkwardness at a time like this, though there's an obvious but quick flash of a scrunch of his nose at the sound. Freminet clears his throat once more before parting his lips to continue when he's stricken silent by her change in tone. He can't help but to glance up at her, mouth trying to form around a coherent response, but all of his relevant thoughts seemed to have dissipated with her higher pitch.

"…Ah, um, well, I truly thank you, for your assistance during my family's brief time here…" Freminet attempts to continue. He's sure he's run through these words a million times in his head, intent on having sent her a letter and gift for quite literally saving his life, but never being able to find the chance since he could never find the right wording, the right balance of sincerity without being overbearing. "I'm so sorry to bother you," he blurts, although she was the one that approached him to begin with - something about his presence within her personal space seemed to him to be an annoyance, in and of itself.

"I'm out on errand from Madam Estelle from the smith…" He stops himself from mentioning he's not sure where the spare parts are to be left, since he's not quite sure he wants to keep Clorinde's company for much longer than absolutely necessary… but at the same time, the quicker he gets this box of parts handed off, the faster he can return home, or for a dive to calm himself down. "…Yes, sorry. I'm not sure where these spare parts are supposed to be left. I would very much appreciate your help, if you have the time and capacity for it… I apologize."

i'm fine, thank you, and you?

vaporize — fortress of meropide — @huntersoath

[lavenderchqn]

𝐶𝛨𝛢𝑃𝑇𝛦𝑅 𝟎𝟏𝟑 — GENESIS - PT. 2 (1,2K WORDS) 𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 — lyney x f!reader smau

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 —

Second year of university should've been everything you thought of it - more studying with human interaction sprinkled throught... What it definitely wasn't supposed to be was an investigation saga where one of your friends goes missing out of nowhere

𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — 𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑆𝑂𝐷𝐸 CONTENT WARNING: PANIC ATTACKS

The question asked by [Y/N] changes the atmosphere of the kitchen. It falls into silence, with a hint of cold wind coming from the living room. Nobody comments for a second, trying to wrap their heads around it.

“Is she not upstairs with Navia and Charlotte?” Wriothesley’s the first one to break the ice. 

“When I woke up, she wasn’t there,” Clorinde answers. 

Worry sets into multiple people. The girls are both aware that Lynette wouldn't give up anything to sleep as long as possible. Her being awake at 7 am during summer sounds highly unlikely.

[Y/N] pulls out her phone, dialling her friend. Everyone is sitting, waiting for anything to happen. Not long after, you can hear a faint sound of music coming from above.

Clorinde gets up, saying she’s going to check the upstairs. Soon enough, she leaves the room in search of the source. 

The silence comes once again… accompanied by someone's leg tapping on the floor. 

Neuvillette and Wriothesley also get up to start looking for her downstairs. They both seem hopeful she might be nearby somewhere, taking a cat nap. In their search, they take notice of the opened door to the backyard. Furina and [Y/N] stay in the kitchen, still trying to get ahold of her phone. 

Lyney, who up to this point had only tried to battle his hangover by having espresso, is visibly nervous. As time passes, he looks visibly more uncomfortable.

“The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again late—“ [Y/N] ends the call and puts the phone on the table. Taking a look at the remaining group in the kitchen, her face in discomfort. 

“Is there any way Lynette would just… leave on her own accord?” Furina asks, noticing a notification on [Y/N]’s phone from Clorinde. She managed to locate Lynette's phone… unfortunately. 

With Neuvillette’s and Wriothesley’s return — locating turning unsuccessful — [Y/N] isn’t so sure. 

“Lynette isn’t a person who would do that.” She answers, albeit nervously. Her body is still eating at her. Something is clearly not right. Lynette wouldn’t do this… surely. 

“What are the chances… she’s been kidnapped?” [Y/N] asks. 

The moment those words leave her mouth, Lyney’s head starts spinning. The blood pounds in his ears. His heart pounds in his chest. He can feel he’s falling to the ground. His hands are shaking. Are his eyes seeing double?

He can barely breathe, pain overtaking his body. Every singular breath he takes gets counterattacked with a painful stab. Somebody’s speaking. He doesn’t know who. He doesn’t know what they’re saying. Is he going to die? Surely, he must be. That’s what Lynette would’ve wanted anyway. She wouldn’t want him on this world knowing he allowed her to get kidnapped. It’s his fault. It’s all of his fault. He couldn’t even do the simplest fucking thing and protect her. 

His eyes are drums, pounding with blood. The sole tiles he can see are spinning. It must be his last minutes alive. Why hadn’t anyone said it would be this painful to leave this godforsaken world. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Ever since his birth, his only goal was to protect Lynette. What a pathetic human being he is. Lynette is dead, and he’s next. He shouldn’t have drunk this much. Shouldn’t have drunk at all. If he was sober, she would still be here. 

His throat is closing. No matter how much air he tries to gather, there's no use. He's dying. Why wouldn’t he be able to breathe otherwise? Lynette’s taking her sweet revenge. She wants him to feel as much pain as possible. He deserves this. He disappointed his only biological family member. 

All of a sudden something touches him. He needs to get away. He can’t allow death to take him like this. He pushes as hard as he can. Has something fallen? It doesn’t matter. He must run. No matter how he needs to get away. 

Furina starts breathing heavily. Her eyes wander all over the room, trying to figure out what happened just now. She’s not the only one confused at what just transpired. Wriothesley is stuck around frozen in his place. [Y/N]’s eyes cannot stop blinking, trying to take the information in.

“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette’s cold voice exclaims. “Get me an ice pack. I’m getting Furina out of here. Best we do that before she also has a panic attack.” 

He does as he says, helping the girl to her feet and leading her out of the room. Now it’s just Wriothesley and [Y/N] left in the kitchen. 

“C-can we even get him under control?” She whispers, clearly worried about ending up like the girl. She’s still trying to process the way Lyney pushed Furina’s body into the cabinets. 

“We have to,” Wriothesley states. “For his own sake.” 

The commotion downstairs gets Charlotte, Navia and Clorinde on their feet. They are getting downstairs to get to the kitchen before being stopped by Neuvillette.

“What just happened?” Navia asks, looking around for answers. She notices the glassy eyes of Furina and the mildly pissed-off look of Neuvillette’s. 

"Are you alright?" Charlotte adds. "We've just heard a crash." 

“Take pictures of the house.” He says. “We’re going to need evidence.” 

Charlotte takes out her phone and heads upstairs to get the task done. She can hear Navia’s shout, asking her to find a bag to put Lynette’s phone in. 

“I take it Lyney didn’t take the news well?” Clorinde asks, stealing a glance at Furina’s body. With how Neuvillette’s body is shielding a part of her from the eyes of the girls… something must’ve happened. Navia puts a hand on Clorinde’s shoulder. She’s quietly signifying to not push either of them further.

“Do whatever you have to, Neuvillette,” She smiles sadly. “We’ll take a look in the garden.”  With that, they are off — ready to check if there was any way for a kidnapper to get into the house. 

“You can cry now, nobody’s watching.” 

“How… rude.” Furina elbows him for that comment, before wiping her tears away. Her breathing is more stable now, with the adrenaline in her body decreasing. 

“Be glad. From what I’m seeing, you’ll end up with a bruise or two at most.” Neuvillette stands in the entryway to the kitchen, waiting for the ice. 

"I can't believe how you're able to be calm through all that!" 

“Wriothesley, could you please… get that ice?” [Y/N] keeps her eyes on Lyney who's still breathing heavily in the other room. She must do everything in her power to help him back to reality. 

“Yeah… absolutely.” He starts gathering the ice and stuffing it into the bag. “I’m not usually like this. My bad.” 

He manages to pass the bag to Neuvillette before taking a seat. His body is still processing everything that happened this morning. 

In the meantime, [Y/N] moves closer to Lyney. She needs to put as little weight into her steps to not scare him away. From how quiet he is, the attack he’s going through must’ve tired the male out. Although his breathing is still uneven, it’s not as quick as it was moments ago. 

She inches as close as possible without touching him. She sits on the floor directly in front of him. While [Y/N] cannot guarantee that her words will be able to get to him… She hopes they will offer him even the tiniest bit of comfort. 

“Lyney. We’re going to find Lynette. I promise you that on my heart.” She puts up her pinky finger in his direction, her other hand on her chest.

𝑇𝐴𝐺𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — OPEN

@state-of-grac3 @santaluna @meigalaxy @romyoia

@meurtreofcrows @charles-braindump @floweringanna @moonjellyfishie @vavrin

date of publishing — august 28th 2024

[lil-gae-disaster]

OMG STORY ON HOW I THINK NOX AND BLAZE REUNITED DURING 2010/11

Seeing you again (Holy shit you're even prettier now)

It had been just recently that the retired Auror had been found in the Forbidden Forest by his younger sister and her class. Though much to Clorinde's dismay, as she knew he was gonna be embarrassing to her at some point, Nox was taken back to the castle with them. He decided to stay for the term and help his sister in her Defence Against The Dark Arts class, not having anything important to do after all.

Things have changed a lot since he last was at Hogwarts actively. If he hadn't noticed a few weeks after he started staying, he would've noticed a few months after. Because nowadays, the school started a tradition called "Parents Day". He didn't quite understand the purpose, but he did know that the student's parents show up to Hogwarts that day.

During his time as "teacher", he caught a few words from Ivy Warrington, who seemed to be really excited for the parents day, but more specifically for Leo's uncle, Blaze. For a moment, he wondered how he'd be able to get through the magic barriers surrounding Hogwarts, then he was quick to realize it's probably none of his business. And allthough Nox hadn't seen Blaze in a decade or too, he could just expect from Ivy's words that his teenage crush was still as pretty as he was in his teens.

Oh how wrong he was. Terribly wrong.

Because when he saw Blaze in the Entrance Hall that day, he wasn't just pretty. He was astonishingly beautiful. So much so that it temporarily knocked the air out of poor Nox' lungs and made his face heat up. So much so that he got self-conscious of his blind eye.

It was when their gazes met that the man noticed he was staring. All he wanted to do now is disintegrate into the ground and never appear again. But it was already too late, Blaze was making his way over to him.

"Nox? My god, it's been so long!"

The half-blind man could feel himself melt at the sound of his voice. It had gotten deeper, that's for sure. Puberty hit him, and when it did, puberty definitely hit him good.

"Ah- Uh, y-yeah! So long!" He was a flustered and stuttering mess. He was basically putty in Blaze's hands, and the man most likely doesn't even know the effect he's having on poor Nox.

To make it worse, Blaze noticed his eye. I mean, who wouldn't notice a giant scar and a blind eye. To make it even more worse, he didn't even ask about it and just continued a normal conversation.

Why was this man so considerate and gentle!? Why was he so beautiful and why can Nox feel himself getting smaller despite being the taller one of the two!?

How in Merlin's name was Nox supposed to survive this day!?

*two

Also

🏳️‍🌈

[huntersoath]

Gloved fingers curl around the jagged rocks, each movement deliberate and steady as the Duelist carefully scales as much of the surface as she can-- it's not nearly as high as she would have hoped, as the moment she attempts to continue further, a shift of her weight causes stones to break away from the wall. Clorinde hisses as the friction causes her skin to sting as her glove is effectively shredded from the sharp edges. A sigh of defeat escapes her, sweat beading at her brow. It's so damned hot here, and she truly misses Fontaine more than she ever has in her life. This isn't nearly enough of a vantage point to spot anything of interest, and it takes her only a second to hop back down to the ground level. It's certainly easier coming down than it is going up. She catches up to the others in only a few minutes, following the trail that they've left behind (whether purposefully or not, it exists). Silently, she thanks the years that Petronilla spent drilling basic survival skills into her. "Nothing on my end. I wasn't able to get all the way up- the ledge I could make it to didn't have a good enough vantage point for me to make any observations." As expected, there's no sight of their target. The sun is waning, slowly, but Clorinde sincerely wishes it would move faster. The atmosphere is stifling, and even her hat isn't shielding her from the blinding light that makes her want to close her eyes.

"well. if nothing can be seen at this time of day, I suppose we'll have to wait for dusk after all. we should be cautious --- I can provide us with some warmth and light while we wait, but it should be extinguished at the first sign of trouble." The Duelist simply replies with a nod, silently relieved that they'll have a chance to stop. It's not that she's tired, really, it's more of the fact that she hates this dusty road and this environment as a whole. Not that she'll voice it. "I'm inclined to agree. It's quite hard to miss a flame in the night..." She does cast a quick glance at Arlecchino with her comment, reaching up to adjust her own hat in a desperate attempt to shield her eyes. "Very well. I'll take watch. I suggest using the time to rest while we still can."

@balemouns @dustymetaltrail

woah there pardner

GHOverture24 - Hellwalker, No Call No Show

[uniquegamers21]

~Alhaitham & Clorinde~

The scribe and the duelist champion sit in silence for a moment. Alhaitham rubbed his forehead before a long sigh escape his lips. He never knew it would be chaos like this. Fatui managed to do this few steps ahead and yet, even the duke tempted to mark her despite what happened. The scents getting thicker, he knows that she is awake by now. Even so, her scents is masked by three different scents. Those scents usually prevents another one's from claiming their target. Plus, the three of them were quite strong, anyone would stay away from her, but not him. Even if Alhaitham half vampire, part of him still a human. Knowing her apartment building have problem with water, she won't be able to go back there for now. "It seems she's awake now." Clorinde placed her teacup on the table and stood up. Reaching for the doorknob and open it slowly. "Hello, My name Clorinde. There's nothing to be worried about. I worked with Judge Neuvilette, the ruler of Fontaine. I'm really sorry for what you've been through I'm sure you have a lot of question right now." Clorinde had a few spare clothes that might suitable for her. She placed it on her bed for her. "You can wear this for now. Any question you had, we will answer it. I know it is a lot to take in, we will answer your question. We will be waiting for you in the longue." Leaving her with her own thoughts, Clorinde seems a little bit awkward. She wasn't the type of person that easily comfort someone. As the duelist, she had to be fierce in case someone asking for the duel of truth. Alhaitham decided to read some books while waiting for her, as for Clorinde, she sips her tea like always. He is no longer hearing the ambulance or police car from outside. It seems they got it under control as soon as Neuvilette took charge of everything. He heard the Fontaine's Archon, lady furina is a great archon, yet she couldn't couldn't everything without Neuvilette by her side. Perhaps this is why those fatui able to take charge in everything.

Alhaitham close his boom as soon as he heard the door opened and revealed no other than Demetra. He could see exhaustion in her face.

"If you are worried that I could do the same as them, please don't be. I am Alhaitham, the scribe from Akademiya and currently here to pursue a higher education before going back to Sumeru. I'm also half Vampire and half human." Alhaitham made an indifferent expression on his face as he stared at her, hiding countless worries and concerns for her well-being. A small sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed a blanket from the couch and walked up to her. The way he moves is slow and careful, not to scare her. He slowly wrapped that blanket around her before placing his hand on her head, soothingly ruffling her red hair. "I'm glad, you woke up. It's been a while since the last time I saw you. You may not remember me, but the time you played with Rayne, I was there" Alhaitham pulled his hand back, not wanting to overwhelm her for a moment. On the table, there were three bandages which will be explained to her later. There are blue ones, the ones that she used to wear. The orange ones mean that the person is half human, and the last is the black ones, which means the person is taken and marked by another. Both Alhaitham and Clorinde used something in their tea to stay in Control. Even when they marked her, they could scent such delicious smells coming from her. The tea calmed their nerves, and Alhaitham managed to be himself without losing control of wanting to mark her. "For your information, I am also your skating partner and your classmate as well, so it's a pleasure to meet you." Alhaitham expression were unreadable. He has always been like that, stoic and cold which made people mistake his attitude as offensive or lack of sympathy. However, the way he acted earlier and the way he stared at her is completely different. "And you won't be able to go back again. Your apartment flooded with water, just as you burn the entire alleway." Added Clorinde as she gave her a few pictures of what happened there.

~Neuvilette~

In another place, Neuvilette just finished giving some official letters to the three of them. Good thing he acted fast, even so...the situation is still dangerous for them. He never thought Fatui would move so fast to get them. Perhaps, they were even after them before they went here. Staring at the stacks of paperwork, Neuvillette can only sigh softly. His hand slowly moved to sign the paper, before a hawk appeared on his window. "Ah, about time. Now, now Mrs. Furina, I hope you learned something from this lesson because everyone will be judged in upcoming trials. Due to your incompetence, two rare hunters that only exist once for five hundred years fall to Fatui. Although Wriothesley marked her, it doesn't mean that they deserve this. They are humans that still growing up and deserve to enjoy their normal lives. " Neuvilette rubbed his forehead as he read the small letter. Should the trials be here or should he put the trials on holiday? He wasn't sure what would be the appropriate next step. However, he shall decide everything tomorrow. "I-I know! Everything is under control, I, Focalor had to think it throughly for everything. You don't need to worry besides-" Neuvilette slammed his hand on the table and gave the paper to her. "This is the number of casualties, you are the Fontaine's Archon, the leader and I am the judge. Please think it through one more time." Neuvilette stood up from his seat. He decided to meet one of them first, starting from Demetra in Clorinde's house. The rains slowly come as Neuvilette leaves his office. Many people greet him, yet he know behind those eyes, they held contempt for him. He unable to keep everything in check properly.

~Rayne~

Rayne tried her best to find any dried clothes, yet she only found one clothes and underwear. Running her hand through her short hair, she feels frustrated knowing that she has no other clothes. Even the blankets are wet. She had no other choice, but to wear this black T-shirt and underwear. Her room was a mess and her mark kept sending strange things to her body. It feels really weird like a tingling sensation to her. She goes silent for a moment. She remembered that She brought scara to her and he ended up biting her neck, making her go..like that then, dottore came and did that thing. Both of them bite her neck, is there any mark on her neck? Taking a small mirror, she saw a strange mark on her neck. There are two of them. It's not a dream, both of them are vampires. The question is, how many of them? Is her bestie back yet? There are so many questions in her mind and she must get the answer today at all cost. She slowly opens the door and takes a peek at the two of them before walking out, glaring at them. "Listen, this is the only dried clothes I had, so no comment." Rayne tried her best not to feel embarrassed as she sat on the floor. "So, since I regain my logical mind, let me confirm a few things. Both of you are vampires and these are your marks? Does that mean, it same like you are claiming me? And I guess, you two weren't the only vampire...isn't that right? Now, since it's all clear, tell me why these apartments flood with water? and out of all people, why do you mark me? Besides, you can always find someone else to mark with! It's not even 24 hours that I came here." Now, she gets it why would they give the newcomers the blue bandages. Perhaps there are some restrictions that allow them to do as they please IF the person they are after, taking off that blue bandage.

Surprisingly, Rayne took the news with calm mind. Her eyes wandered into her belonging and it seems she had to work extra or check whether she found another new room for her. She couldn't sleep in wet bed and...chaotic room like this. Not to mention, her phone is completely broken and it will be hard to contact her friends as well. Rayna scratch over the make, it's feel a bit itchy and warm on the same time. Is it because the mark reacted to how they feel and their needs? Though the water disappeared, everything still wet. Suddenly, she saw a pigeon fly from the window. It seems to have a paper on it's feet.

"I will take that one" Rayne took the paper and read it loud. "In two days, be ready for trial- wait, what does the trial means?!" Rayne started to freak out. It's not 24 hours she stayed here and she already in trouble. At least, the trial will happen after the beach party- wait, no. It's till not a good thing at all. Rayne didn't know anything relate to trial or whatsoever. "Scara, I forgive you and I could hear your voice while I fall asleep. So, thankyou. And You, Dottore. I do half-forgiving you, since you take advantage of me, in that situation. Geez...this is a mess" Rayne wondered if she should stay and clean everything or wearing wet clothes and search of nearby hotel. Suddenly, out of nowhere the door slammed open, her door completely broken and reveal a woman in yellow suit. "W-what the hell are you doing!?" She definitely won't be able to stay in this place any longer. When she realized that she stared at her outfit, she quickly dash to he room once more, slammed the door shut. She barely had any dried clothes right now. There is no way she would be able to stay here with broken door even if her reason was to save anyone in need. She definitely need another place to stay. Maybe she shouldn't go to this place from beginning. Maybe she should ask one of them for a place to stay? How about her friend? Is she alright ? She couldn't contact her since her phone is completely broken. Should she wear her clothes? No, it will risk her having fever for wearing wet clothes. She even ruin her paper schedule. Opening the drawer, the wet paper still there but she still could see the name there even if the ink were not that clear. Her name is right under scara name- wait a sec! They are classmates?! She could hear someone knocking the door and probably the three of them having some kind of talk or something.

Supernatural AU

(Genshin Impact Private roleplay one x one)

[ Pantalone ] & [ Childe ] & [Wriothesley]

Wriothesley knows that he is in trouble right now. He saw the Fatui delegation leaving Neuvilette office. When he touched the doorknob, he could feel his murderous intent from inside. "Come in" his cold voice made him take a deep breath before opening the door. He could see the table that was prepared for the meeting. It has wonderful tea scents and matcha slice cake on the table. "What is it?" His indifferent attitude to what happened made him mad. However, he remains calm as he taps the table. "Is that all you can say?" Standing up, Neuvilette grabs the paper from his table and throws it to his face. "I disappoint in you, Wriothesley. I thought at least, you can hold back yourself and do the right thing." Wriothesley picked up the paper, one by one. He read it slowly, per sentence.

"Trial?! How can the news reach this fast? I will go back to that place, I can't let them have her-" SLAP!! There's a red mark on his right cheek, Neuvilette slapped him hard, his expression wasn't like usual his emotionless self. He felt angry because no one he could trust to handle such a trivial trouble and let Fatui get what they wanted. The situation there was so intense that even Melusine didn't dare to walk in. "This isn't too late, we can still arrange the trial. After all, he made his mark on her. We still can save one of them. Though, I can't say for another one, we still can save her from Fatui's grasp" A soft yet stern voice made two of them turn their head. It was no other than chlorinde. The duelist champion, the vampire was known for her agility and precision. 

"we should go now" her expression showed nothing, sometimes wriothesley had a hard time talking with her. Their relationship goes to the tea buddy and nothing more. After all, she often breaks his door whenever she comes in. 

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In front of the new apartment building, Alhaitham met someone he recognized. After all, he used to stay in Sumeru before. How come he is here now? "You are that...Hat guy?" Said Alhaitham with his stoic expression. "I should have been the one who asked you. Why are you here and what are you doing here? I never thought the reason you moved from Sumeru was to stay in Fontaine." He crossed his arm with a small frown on his flawless face. He wondered why is he near this building. Is he after Demetra too? He had been told by Kaveh before about the awakening. Today should be the day when they unleash their potential and it is also the highest peak of their blood. Their blood is rare enough, that no supernatural creatures would want to miss them. However, during this day, it was holding much more power than before. "Don't tell me...are you after her too?" There is one reason why would she worried about his soon-to-be partner more than Kaveh's relative. That is because of her origin. Those who were marked by bravery will burn everything once the power is unleashed from her body. It might even burn the entire city and have a bad after-effect on her body. He didn't feel any of her presence around her. There's only one human and one vampire in that apartment building. Since he is half-human, his abilities are quite limited. Suddenly, the water pipe in that building lost control, and water leaking out in everywhere. That must be Rayne. "Crap, I'm too late! Where's the secret alleway?! Take me there and I will-" Before he finished a loud explosion could be heard from afar, a huge fire swirling around the building that is not far from there. No, he is too late to find her. Alhaitham ran in the fire direction, as fast as he could, hoping that is not too late. 

[A few minutes before the accident]

Childe and Pantalone enjoyed their time, devouring her, sinking their fangs into her soft, delicate skin, and drinking her blood. The rich taste of her blood made their body grow even stronger than before. Childe can feel it, if this keeps up, he will be able to master the foul legacy in no time. As Pantalone, he never thought he would feel such a power like this in his veins. His sense of smell, his sights, and hearing had been shaper than before. Such a magnificent power, yet a fragile host. It is a shame that she knows nothing about it. Taking his time admiring her, Pantalone's hand slowly caressed her cheeks gently. "You should blame Diluc for this. After all, he is the one who hides the truth from you" Crawling on top before positioning himself above her, Pantalone leans forward as his lips embrace hers passionately. Enjoying this sinful moment between them. Pulling away, he left a trail of kisses down to her chin, running across her jawline until he reached her neck. His lips pressed gently against her skin, so gentle like a lover. 

Flashing his fangs to brush them against the tender area he wished to scar. Wasting no time, he sinks his fangs deeply into her neck.  The sweetness of her blood filled his mouth, a soft moan escaping his lips, as expected of the legendary hunter lineages.

Continuing what he did, Pantalone slithered off the bed and made his way in between her thighs. Positioning his tip near her entrance, his body trembling with excitement. With both hands gripping each side of her hips, in one thrust he pushed his entire length inside of her. He didn't even give hera chance to take a break. He positioned his hands just under the back of her knee. Lifting her thighs, repositioning her legs just enough to have them hover in the air. He won't give her a chance to take a breath and keep pushing his length till it hits her spot. with one final thrust forward, he finally reached his climax. If it wasn't because of protection, his thick, hot loads of liquid would fill her to the brim of her entrance. Groaning softly, Pantalone slowly pulled away from her, watching her expression as she slowly slipped away into the dreamland. "I think that is enough for the night" Pantalone grabbed the blanket and covered her body. This room is quite a mess now. He didn't even remember how long they played, but the time to enjoy this will end soon. "Hey, what do you mean by 'it's enough'? Are you f****ng kidding me?!" Pantalone eyes colour glowed for a moment, making him pause his action. "You know what? Screw this, why don't we finish it by fighting outside. The winner shall take her" However, this won't make him cower in fear. Tartaglia loves battle and the feeling of adrenaline, no matter how strong he is. Though he only drank her blood a little, he could always do a quick test with his foul legacy. Instead of fighting, Pantalone threw his phone at him, it was showing the location of Wriothesley who seemed to head back there. "With the current me, I will welcome you anytime. However, he won't be back here alone. You know what this means don't you?" Childe hated to admit it, but he couldn't fight the entire Fontaine alone. Besides, it will make their nation's relationship worse. "Tch. Fine" both of them quickly clean themselves and wear their clothes. What they didn't know is, the fire mark on her body glowed a little. As it glowed, the fire started to appear near the drawer. "Hey, I smell something- wait, fire?" Childe used his water element, unfortunately, it wasn't the end. One by one, the fire started to appear around them. "This..." Pantalone saw how the fire started to expand yet not a single flame touched her body. Is this her awakened power? He wanted to grab her but as soon as his hand touched her body, it burned his skin. "Gah! " Pantalone stared at the wound, his healing process was too slow. Is this because of the hunter's power? The fire swirling around her. "She might burn the entire building at this point, no, with this power she might even try to burn the entire city" 

Pantalone saw the fire swirling around her body as if forming into armor with wings of fire on her back. Slowly the fire lifted her body and broke the rooftop. Pantalone and Childe rush outside, everyone scrambles to leave this place. 

As the chaos erupted, the water formed around her like a tornado, swirling against her fire, slowly putting it out of the way.

"I'm glad we arrived on time. Wriothesley, Clorinde."  Neuvilette stands there, in his usual formal attire. Everyone was surprised to see Monsieur Neuvilette there. 

"Yes, sir" Wriothesley ran towards her as the fire slowly devoured her fire, but being careful not to drown her. He used his water and carve a path for him and Clorinde to get her. Once he closed enough, he grabbed her body. His mark on her body glowed and the fire reduced a little bit. "Ah, I get it now. So, I need to take down the fire and touch her at the same time" Wriothesley grinned, knowing he had a massive chance to get her. "Still thinking about that?" As if reading her mind, Clorinde touched the mark of fire on her and whispered something in other languages before everything turned to normal. Before Wriothesley caught her, Clorinde kicked him away and carried her in her arms, covering her body with her jacket. She made eye contact with Neuvilette who nodded at her and left that place in an instant. Heading towards her apartment. However, on the way there, she met someone. His clothes showed that he was from Sumeru. Half humans and Half Vampire. 

"Wait, I'm Alhaitham from Sumeru. I'm here for her. I've been looking for her everywhere. Thankyou for taking care of her"

"You should have protected her better," said Clorinde with coldness in her tone. "Show me, where is her place?" Alhaitham shook her head, knowing that apartment was...in a mess right now. "I don't think we can take her there. Another one awakens just like her. Water is flooding in everywhere. its better to take her to my place." Clorinde thought for a while before she shook her head. "My place. You come with me"

In the end, they took her to Clorinde's personal house, a large house that has a good aesthetic in it. She placed her in her guest room and covered her with a blanket before she closed the door. "Now, Alhaitham. Tell me what you know" Alhaitham seemed hesitant, but he had no choice. It is for her own good. 

​​​​​​In her dream, she was in the middle of a strange place. Filled with cracked ground, magma around her and a strange floating red stone in front of her. The stone has the prism shape, floating in front of her. The moment she set her eyes on that stone, the images of her past appeared around her. 

'why?' A male voice spoke within her head.

'Why can't you feel my presence, Demetra?'

'Why?' The stone glowed as if signalling that it was indeed the stone that talked to her. However, the moment she was about to touch it, someone grabbed her hand and choked her neck. "I got ya...Princess" The man was full of black liquid around his body, slowly that liquid fell from her body, revealing a handsome man with red eyes. "I won't let you get away again, Demetra!" The prism shone brighter this time, it made the man release his grip on her and send her back to her own world. She can hear the man's voice screaming in anger when he no longer gets his hand on her. 

[ Rayne ]

Everything seemed like a dream to her, a pleasant dream that she never had before. Everything he had done, pushed her to the edge. Every time, he sinks his fang, her body reacts differently. It's like her body is on fire, it's too much for him to handle. It's like his touch is her water. He is the only one who can take these feelings away from her. "W-wait Dottore...slow down-" a soft moan escaped her lips, in normal situations, she would probably lash out like a female lion. However, she couldn't think straight. Never in a million times that she would spend her first time like this. Her heart beating so fast, her lewd voice filled the room. She could feel her legs tremble, her body losing all its strength every time he drank her blood. The way he kept hitting her sensitive spot, made her wrap her legs around him, not wanting to let go. She wanted more of him. "D-dottore, I wanna come..." Reaching climax, she moaned in pleasure calling his name. The moment, Rayne reached a climax, she became quiet. Her breathing turned to be more stable unlike before. Everything turns hazy, maybe his venom is too much for her for the first time. She stared at Dottore's face for one last time before she fell unconscious. Unknown to her, her hydro mark was slowly visible on her neck. It glows slightly, as a sign that she will awaken her power soon. It all started from the water pipe on the first floor, the water from the sink, and the bathroom started to come up. It flooded the apartment and even started to make their way to the street. The second floor, the third floor and next is the fourth floor, the place where she stayed.

"What the hell is this?! The water pipe is out of control!" A loud voice was heard from outside. Then suddenly, the water pipe in her room also did the same. It's like the water turned to life and even tried to nearly drown everyone. The water slowly surrounds the person's body and goes into their head, blocking their sources of oxygen. However, the water didn't even touch her. Instead, it goes around her. "Someone please save me!" Many people scream outside asking for help while Rayne falls unconscious.

Meanwhile, Rayne had a strange dream. She opens her eyes to see the fallen city. Everything is drowned by water, she wants to come out when she realized that she is in the water. However, someone pulled her back. "You can breathe in here, don't worry" a male voice made her turn her head. She never saw him before. "Who are you?" The man didn't say anything and pointed at the strange prism floating behind her. It has a hydro symbol in it. "What is this? Who are you? What is happening here?!" Since the man kept silent, she decided to touch the prism and in an instant the memories of her past flooded her mind. "I...don't want to remember"

the man shook his head as he turned his back against her. "You had to....after all, you are a hunter. Not a prey. You shouldn't let them leave their mark on you, otherwise...they might have control over your power soon.." This makes her confused even more. What kind of power? Suddenly, the man in front of her, choked her with such strength. "Wake...up"

Rayne jolts awake, she can feel the sensation on her neck. Why the hell is he doing that?! "Geez...what a bad dream- wait, what the hell are you two doing here?!" She is surprised to see Dottore and Scara in her room, they look like about to start a war with each other. Her eyes landed on her belongings, only to see her room condition in chaos. everything is wet, her book, her clothes, and even her blue bandage. She even doubted that she had something to wear tonight- wait, something to wear? She took a peek at her blanket and realized that she didn't wear anything. "Both of you...OUT!" She throws anything at them, whether a pillow or anything she can find in her room. At least, when they were out of her room, she quickly closed the door and looked for any dried clothes to wear. Her face still turns red from embarrassment.  "Remember, none of you leave this place! We still had something to talk about!"