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bokettochild · 4 years ago

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If you’re still taking requests maybe Legend showing off his outfits from Triforce Heroes (if you consider that one of his games) or just the fierce deity outfit if that’s to much

Good grief! This one really took it away! I liked the prompt so much, and had so many ideas for it, that I think this might have to be a multi-parter (wasn't expecting that).

I touched on three outfits in this one, but I have six more I might do as well. For reference, I included the Kolkiri Clothes, Linebeck's Uniform and the Cozy Parka.

I also realized while writing this that this is the first time I've written from Wind's perspective, which is positively criminal!

I am still taking requests by the way! If you want to see something, shoot it at me!

(Fic below the cut)

It started so normal, Wind never thought it would get so insane.

They were in the Old Man’s Hyrule, too far from the ranch to make it by nightfall but close enough to still be in a relatively safe location. Time had called for them to set up camp and as they were close to a stream, Twilight had called for the additional order of baths.

Watching Twilight drag his protégé into the water was almost worth having to have his head scrubbed by Sky.

Most of them had taken the chance to cool off and mess around once they were clean, and while Warriors attempted to duck Time under the water (a mistake, they soon realized, when the man easily overpowered the captain, who ended up getting dunked instead) and Wild sat in a tree watching their backs (hanging up to dry, Twilight had joked), Wind found that the rest of them were content to swim idly in the water, with only the occasional splash from one or another of them. Usually, there would be more noise, but Twilight was teaching Hyrule to doggie paddle, and they needed calmer waters so as to not scare the Traveler.

He cast his eyes over their group. A red-faced Warriors was coughing and spluttering out insults at a smug looking Time (boy he needed his picto-box), Twilight was gently coaxing Hyrule to the other bank in a manner highly resemblant of a parent urging a baby to walk, Wild was keeping watch, and Sky was relaxing in the shallows.

Where were Four and Legend?

A glance upwards and a signed conversation with Wild later and Wind was making his way upstream a way, around a bend that blocked off most of the noise but that Wild could still see over if needed, to where Four and Legend sat together one the bank.

Or rather, Legend sat, Four was floating in the shallows with a curious expression as he watched the vet- cleaning clothes?

“We’re out here having a good time and you’re doing the laundry? Boring much.” He drawled, drawing the attention of the two heroes.

“I don’t like swimming around others.” Legend scrunched up his nose in disgust, it wiggled, almost cutely. “And my things needed a wash.”

He snorted, turning his questioning gaze to Four.

The smithy shrugged. “It’s quieter over here, and Wars will try and dunk me if he gets the chance.” A heavy sigh escaped the shortest hero. “He really needs to be taken down a notch some days.”

“Some days?” Legend snorted.

Wind just rolled his eyes. So, what if Wars had a bit of an ego and spent a lot of time messing with them? It was just the way the captain expressed himself, Wind would do the same if he could get away with it and had a few inches on the others.

A flash of color in the spring caught his attention, bright pink against the soft blue of the water, and he surged forwards. “What’s that?”

Legend’s hand hit his face as the vet reached out to push him back, effectively pushing the excited child under water, and for a brief moment, Wind could swear he saw a pink skirt drifting just before his face before it disappeared and he was popping up out of the water again with a splash.

“You have pink clothes?” He grinned at the bundle of fabric in the Vet’s hands.

“I have clothes in all colors.” Legend sniffed, batting another piece of fabric at him in a shooing motion.

“Doubt.” Four and Wind deadpanned. “Nobody has that much clothing.”

Legend’s face was drawn, eyes dark with that haunted look that Time sometimes got when looking at the moon. “I do.”

Wind and Four exchanged a look. “Why would you even need so much clothing?”

“Adventure number six.” Legend sighed, returning to his washing.

Another shared glance was exchanged and the two boys swam closer to the older teen. “And you used all of it?” Legend nodded. “All by yourself?”

The vet paused. “I had some...friends, with me.”

“You have friends?” Wind sat up again, who knew the Vet actually got along with people other than Ravio and Zelda?

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, Wind, that’s kinda mean.” Four murmured.

“I don’t mean you don’t have friends,” He huffed bangs from his eyes to look at Legend better, it did nothing, they still drifted into his view and cut off his view of the top of Legend’s hat. “I mean, we’ve never seen them so I didn’t realize you were on good terms with more people than Ravio.”

Legend shrugged. “You probably won’t ever meet them, I... became acquainted with them outside of Hyrule and they’ve never been seen leaving the land where we traveled together.”

“What were their names?” Four asked lazily, eyes trailing after leaves that floated off downstream towards where the others were.

Legend’s snort caught them off guard. “You don’t want to know.”

Now that was interesting, Legend never shied away from giving names to the people he had met in his travels, what was so different about these people? He’d had nothing against telling them Ravio’s name. “Why not?” Curiosity was tickling at his just like his hair was, and it was the only thing keeping him from ducking under again to relieve the itching of slowly-drying hair.

Legend cocked a brow at the two of them. “Their names are worse than ours.”

Now Wind really wanted to know! “What were they?”

Four echoed his question, eyes glinting in the light as he stared over at the vet, who was now beginning to pack away his things again. It took some nagging (something Wind had plenty of experience with) to finally get Legend to answer, but when he did, he didn’t disappoint.

“Red, Blue and Green. A set of nut cases if you ask me.” Legend drawled, not looking at them as he stuffed something glittery and gold in his bag. Four froze, eyes flashing four colors, one after another for a moment before he turned his sharp gaze on the vet.

“Did they call you Vio by any chance?”

Wind stared. “Why would they do that? He already has a name, he wouldn’t need to match, besides, Legend doesn’t even wear purple.”

“His eyes are purple.” Four pointed out, and Wind turned to very pointedly try and see what color Legend’s eyes actually were.

They were purple.

“No, they didn’t call me Vio,” Legend rolled his eyes, pushing Wind out of his face again. “They call me Link, same as any sane person does.”

“We’re sane.” Wind protested.

“Debatable.” The two older heroes deadpanned.

Wind pouted, but let it go, gaze drifting for a moment as he let silence fall over them. Four was staring at Legend in a suspicious manner, eyes blue again, but he didn’t say anything, and the vet didn’t seem keen on saying anything either, instead getting up and walking over to the clothes he had draped across one of the trees. He wasn’t kidding, it looked like a rainbow over there.

“So, if those things belonged to your friends, why do you have them?”

“Only one with a bottomless bag.” Came the clipped reply. “That and I’m the only one who’s likely to need them again.”

“Your friends don’t need clothes?” Four balked.

“No! Of course, they do!” Legend made a face, swatting a hand at Four. “Wild’s the only one who goes around naked, I’ll have you know, and if any of them had done the same they would have been shunned by the whole kingdom.” The vet huffed, voice dropping to a mutter. “What with the fashion laws and all.”

“So, if they already have clothes of their own, what did you need all for this for?” He gestured towards the various garments that Legend was still packing away.

“They’re all enchanted, or otherwise intended for special purposes.” The vet winced. “Hopefully I’ll never need most of them again, but there’s always the chance.”

“Will we ever get to see them?” He watched as Legend stuffed another garment into one of his bags many pockets.

“Hopefully never.” Legend spat.

But when did things ever go Legend’s way?

It was a hat first.

A battle in the forest ended with black blood spattered everywhere, but with Legend and Wild having provided support from the sidelines in the form of arrows flying across the battlefield, injuries were more scarce than normal.

Of course, that could be attributed to the fact that there had only been a few of the black-blooded monsters in the camp they had just destroyed.

As most of them had gathered their weapons and wiped away the blood, Wild had come leaping down from the treetops with Legend following after at a more sedate pace. Wind wondered if that was because of the Vet’s arthritis is because of the huge hat on his head.

“Nice accessories, do some shopping while we were down here fighting?” Wars snarked, huffing a laugh at the vet as Legend’s feet touched the earth again.

Indigo blue snapped at the captain as Legend adjusted the pointed cap. “No time for that when I have you all to keep an eye on.”

Twilight sniggered. “What’s with the hat, Ledge?”

“Yeah!” Wind bounded up to the older hero, eyes wide as he looked at the strange accessory. “Where did you get that?”

“Is that one of the things you got on your last adventure?” Four mused, sparking further excitement in the sailor, if it was, than maybe Legend would actually be willing to tell them more about it!

“Yeah, is it?”

No one addressed the confused stares of the taller heroes as their three shortest members conversed.

“Yeah,” Legend lifted the hat off and brushed at its brim in a clearly fond display; if he even attempted to say anything about hating his adventure again Wind was not going to believe him, not after that smile. “A Kolkiri hat, made to aid archers and help them shoot more arrows. I don’t usually use it, but it helps when you need to take out more than one enemy at once.”

“You could just learn to shoot better.” Wild chuckled, plucking at the hats brim only to have the garment whisked out of reach by a glaring veteran.

“I can shoot well; this just helps me see better because it blocks the freaking sun.”

“Kolkiri you say?” Time mused, stepping forwards to peer at the pointed green cap.

“Sure, you didn’t just steal it off of a witch?” Wars teased.

“No witch could replicate this sort of quality,” And if there wasn’t pride in his voice than Wind would eat his boots. “Not even the finest tailors in all of Hytopia could imitate it, and they’ve tried.” Legend spun the hat in his hands before popping it back on top of his head. “Don’t know the tailor, but what I wouldn’t give to learn their tricks. Kolkiri know what they’re doing, and they do it better than most Hylian craftsmen.”

Time was smirking, and Wind really wanted to know why. “You should see the tunics they can make.”

Legend returned the smirk. “Oh, I have, I own one.”

“As do I,” Their resident old man chuckles. “Although I doubt I could fit in it any longer.”

Wind giggles, trying to imagine Time in the clothes he’s seen on the spirits of the kolkiri, it’s hard, what with how big their leader is.

“Hat might fit you though.” And as the words ring through the air, Legend is already reaching up to pull the brim of his pointed hat over Time’s face. Their leader chuckles, brushing Legend off and adjusting the hat to sit more securely on his head.

Somehow, Time looks more comfortable in the hat than he does in his armor, and even though the two clash terribly, he doesn’t seem to mind, a light smile gracing his features as they set off again.

It’s a few days before Legend brings out another item from his collection of clothes, and when he does, it’s only after the others have drifted off to sleep. Wind would have been sleeping too, but you can only stay awake so long when your mind replays the horrors of the past, and Wind can only watch in silence for so long as giant ocean-monsters attempt to destroy those he loves the most. Tetra’s scream echoes in his own cracking voice as he startles awake.

The stars shine brightly overhead, brighter still as they blur from his tears. Despite what the others might say, or the confident way he tries to convey himself, Bellum frightens him, even now, and everything he had to deal with on that adventure... it weighs heavy on his mind.

A strangles sob escapes him as he sits up to bury his head in his knees, arms wrapped tight around his legs as he tries to shake of the after-effects of the dream.

That’s all it was, after all, just a dream.

Just like the Ocean King, like Lineback, like everything else in that world had been.

It’s just a dream.

“Hey,” Legend’s voice is soft and almost lost in his sobs and the crackling of the fire, but Wind is used to listening for even the softest of sounds in the night; be it due to Aryl having a night-terror –her own dreams aren’t free from their adventure- or someone sneaking around to make trouble. “Sailor, you all good?”

It’s clear he’s not, and he knows that, so Legend really has no business asking, but at the very least he isn’t being told to stop being a baby. “’m okay.” His own voice betrays him and Wind wants to sigh in irritation. Usually, he’d pout and groan at the way his voice cracks, but right now he doesn’t have the emotional or mental strength to do anything about it.

There’s shifting from across the camp, and even though his head is still pressed against his raised knees, he sees a flicker of golden pink in the firelight as Legend crouches down before him.

Thank Hylia the vet doesn’t sit back on his ankles, Wind doesn’t want to know if he’s not wearing shorts under that skirt of his.

“None of that now, what’s eating you?” It’s a weird term, especially coming from Legend, who’s usually so clipped and professional in his speech, and Wind can’t help but huff out a short laugh.

“Nothing,” His hand dashes across his eyes, wiping the tears away, only to have more of them prick at the corners. “Go back to watch, I’m fine.”

“And Twilight is a dog person.” Legend drawls. “Look, if you have an emotional moment or whatever, you’ll be tired as shit when we have to leave in the morning. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel keen on dealing with another Sky.” It’s rough and gruff, but in a way that reminds him of Lineback rather than make him upset.

“I’m fine, just...” He dwells on his next words for a moment. He’s not scared, not really. It’s just the aftershock of a too-real dream about another too-real dream. He’s not really sad either, even if the island is gone now, he’s just... “I’m drained.” He whispers, scrubbing his eyes. “I miss everything back at home but,” He pauses, wondering briefly if Legend could even understand what he’s trying to express. “I guess I miss the things that aren’t there too.”

“Like what?” He doesn’t look up, but he knows the exact expression on Legend’s face; brow raised and mouth pulled into a thoughtful frown.

“Places... people. It’s all just dreams but..” He fiddles with the end of his blanket. “I miss the warmth of them I guess, miss the sea and the islands, even the fake ones, they were so... comforting.” He chuckles, surprising himself with the bitterness that tinges his own voice. “Even if I did spend so much of that time trying not to get killed.”

“Warmth, huh?” Legend hums. There’s a brief pause, one Wind almost takes for Legend rolling his eyes and deciding to leave him to his thoughts, but then there’s a brief rustling and something warm and thick settles over his shoulders as Legend sits at his side. “It’s no pirate uniform, but it still smells like the sea, if that helps at all.”

Wind wants to tease Legend for the sentimentality and love in the action, but when he turns to look at the Vet, his gaze falls instead on the royal blue coat that has been draped around his shoulders.

Too-long sleeves fall to fold at his waist while the rest of the long coat trails and puddles around him, rich, warm fabric blocking out the night chill. It’s a lovely coat, but it’s painfully familiar, and Wind finds himself running his fingers over the stitching and inspecting every detail with a precision that he only ever shows to his swordsmanship and sailing.

His eyes don’t fool him either, the coat is an exact copy of Lineback’s own.

“Where... where did you get this?”

“Like it?” The vet chuckles softly. “Hytopian tailors. It’s a sea-coat, made to aid traveling sailor’s in searching for treasure. Don't ask me how it works though,” A ringed hand waves lazily overhead. “I could never make sense of it all. What matters is that it’s warm, not even the ocean can chill you in that thing, and trust me,” Buck teeth and small canines shouldn’t look so chilling, but Legend’s smile is just that. “It’s tried.”

Wind decides not to push it. There’s no way Legend could know about Lineback, not with the gaps of time and timelines between them. So, instead, he nestles down into the coat, one which bears the promised scent of the sea, with just a hint of smoke and rum to it, and lets his mind drift off again while Legend hums something under his breath.

The vet doesn’t realize he’s humming any less than he realizes Wind is slumping into him, but by the time he does recognize it, Wind is out cold, his head pressed against Legend’s shoulder, the coat still draped over him as he snores softly. Legend doesn’t push down the warmth in his chest as he smiles down at the golden curls, no one will see him anyway. Gnarled fingers decked out with countless rings card through sun-bleached curls as a lilting melody pierces the silence around them, no one will hear it anyway.

In the days to come, Legend allows Wind to don the heavy sea-coat from that night. Warriors makes a comment about poor coordination between fabrics, and while Legend doesn’t seem to disagree, both of the older heroes seem of the opinion that it's for the best he holds onto it, what with the cold and all.

The last switch landed them in the mountains, and while the Hyrule they are in has not yet been confirmed, everyone knows one thing for sure: it’s cold. Wind buries his face in the raised collar of the heavy sea-coat, which, despite being in Legend’s bag for so long and the vet refusing to smoke or sail, much less swig rum, the coat smells of all three, and Wind buries a smile at the thought that maybe Legend didn’t get it new like he’d let on.

It does a good job of keeping him warm though.

He wishes he could say the same for Four.

The poor smithy refuses to be carried, but as snow whips around them as they trek through the knee-high snow, the diminutive smith is left chattering and shivering in their wake.

It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Legend has something to help with that.

Yes, the vet still isn’t wearing pants, but he doesn’t seem too poorly off, no matter how badly the others shiver. He and Wild only share a look and scoff when Warriors asks through chattering teeth how the two of them aren’t freezing.

“You should see the mountains in my Hyrule.” Wild chuckles brightly.

“Done this before, cold is cold, you get used to it.” Legend grins, swinging his fire-rod.

“N-not all of us c-can s-st-stand the c-c-cold.” Four chatters grumpily, sounding startlingly close to the minish he’s shown Wind in the past. “Jer-jerks.”

The concern on the faces of the taller heroes is obvious, but with Twilight’s teeth chattering nearly madly (the rancher's nose is somehow frozen) and Time wrapped as tight as possible in one of Wild’s extra cloaks, it’s clear most of the others don’t have warm things to spare.

They were separated in landing in this world, and even when they had all been pulling themselves together again it had become clear that there was nothing of Wild’s that could even fit the smithy, and not even the blue scarf that trails over his shoulders seems to be doing much good against the freezing winds.

“Hang on a sec.” legend huffs, already turning to rustle through his bag. The coat he pulls out is ridiculously plushy, and in a soft shade of violet that makes Four chuckle past his chattering teeth. The chattering doesn’t last for much longer though, not when shoves the garment over Four’s head like Wind has done to his sister so many times with the sweaters Granny has knit them. The smithy’s blond hair is mused beyond recognition, chunky and flying every which way as he pushes his face out of the plush, but the healthy flush to his cheeks assures the rest of them that he won’t be freezing any time soon.

“I- Oh...” Whatever Four was about to say cuts off as he looks down at himself. The coat is long, but not too long. Where Wild’s shirts would drown the smithy, a coat made for Legend only brushes against the smithy’s ankles.

Legend smirks. “It prevents slipping too.”

“Why aren’t you wearing it then?” Hyrule questions, the Traveler’s cheeks are rosy in the cold, but borrowed clothes from Wild, while also too big, seem to be keeping him warmer.

Legend winces. “It’s a pain to get off.”

“And inconvenience is enough reason to freeze?”

“Do I look cold to you, captain?” Legend snarks, turning an expectant look on Warriors. “Because I certainly don’t feel it.”

“Stop rubbing it in.” The captain huffs, unfortunately too big to borrow from the others, and now highly irritable from the cold. His scarf is still on Four, and if what Legend says is right about the coat, Wars won’t be getting it back for a while, leaving the poor captain to shiver as he clings to another fire-rod.

Four seems comfy enough anyway.

#fluffics #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe legend #linked universe time #linked universe wind #linked universe four #hytopia #triforce heroes #references to the dopples #fic requests

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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AU where Voidbur, Inbetween!Karl, and Eggpire!Tubbo are a group of multiversal travelers, hell-bent on making sure each universe they land in gets as happy of an ending as it can, while doing their best to ignore their own issues.

Or, inhuman entities got fond of us and fucked us over’ club forms and tries to play therapist for everyone but themselves.

Eggpire!Tubbo is/was a moobloom hybrid. Because both the egg and him were more plant-based, this caused the egg to favor him, which eventually turned to genuine fondness on it’s end-which, y’know, didn’t end well for Tubbo.

It eventually chose to begin transforming him into a dreamon like itself, because of this. The transformation was never completed since the final battle between the Eggpire and the uninfected killed off everyone but Tubbo, who was shielded by Ranboo and Tommy.

So he’s some strange mix of part dreamon and moobloom hybrid now. His horns are sharper, and black, and his flowers are bright crimson. He can grow a variety of them, but most tend to be a smaller version of the egg’s blossoms, that drain the energy of whatever they latch onto.

Wears a black long sleeve, as well as a green bandanna with an eye of ender pin on it. The latter two were Tommy’s and Ranboo’s which they gave him in their final moments, saying he needed some of his color back. The shirt is what he wore under his red button down before he lost that, not wanting anything to do with the color.

Also has burn tracks on his cheeks and splatters on his hands. Dreamons are allergic to true love, and it turns out crying over your best friends dying for you once you remember who they are kind of counts-it doesn’t hurt him like it would a full dreamon, but still leaves a mark.

The other two found him in the remains of the battlefield and took him away from it.

Inbetween!Karl is a variation of Karl who found the Inbetween before he saw any big builds, and was so excited and awed by it that he went around complimenting it and saying how pretty it was.

The Inbetween got attached, and decided to keep him there forever because he was just so nice, so Karl slowly forgot who he was, until all he knew was that he lived in the Inbetween, and that it loved him.

Karl’s very pale, and thin, not having much to eat in the Inbetween, nor getting a lot of sunlight.

He holds onto his white hoodie desperately, but by now it’s been stained a variety of colors-some being deliberately splattered there. He also has a lot of brightly colored accessories, and can usually be found with flowers in his hair.

Voidbur was wandering the vast expanse of the universe aimlessly after escaping the Void, and, seeing him in a similar situation to what he’d been in, found himself unable to just leave Karl there, so he grabbed him and ran.

And Voidbur is just a Wilbur that unintentionally got the Void’s attention, and suffered for it. It loved him for his charisma, for his strength, for his vigor, and when he finally lost his third life, instead of letting him pass to the afterlife, it trapped him in it’s midst so it could have him forever.

Lady Death eventually realized what had happened, and managed to free him, but by then, Voidbur had become something a bit more than a human or a spirit, and, knowing the secrets of the universe(s) and how to leave them, he did just that, never once looking back.

Basically wears what Pogtopia!Wilbur did, but his trenchcoat is tattered, and honestly, seems to fade out more than end. He’s pale, and lean, and his eyes are darker, and more knowing than anyone’s really comfortable with. An aura of unease radiates from him, and his body is colder than ice, seeming to suck the heat away from the area.

He also seems to be collecting a gaggle of fellow traumatized individuals, which. Hmm. He’s not quite sure how it came to this, honestly.

The three just jump universes. It didn’t really start out as wanting to help out. They jumped because they couldn’t stay or return to their old universes.

One day they ended up in a universe just around Wilbur and Tommy’s exile, and said ‘y’know what?’, before kicking Schlatt’s butt and fixing what was to come.

It was actually pretty nice. The people of that universe were grateful, and came to regard them as family. But then the three realized they had become attached, panicked, and fled the universe.

The habit of helping out kind of stuck though.

#dream smp #dream smp au #tubbo #wilbur soot #karl jacobs

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sakuratragedy · 4 years ago

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Emperors Consort | Chapter 2

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairing: Zhongli / Childe, #Zhongchi Tags: R18, A/B/O Dynamics, Royalty AU Summary: aka "Emperor's consort doesn't know the difference between being a concubine and being a consort" Tsaritsa wants her child to have a good life after serving her on the battlefield for so long, so she makes a deal with an old friend. In exchange for her military might, he will marry her son. Childe who has no formal omega training has to do his best to cover up the fact he has no idea what he's doing. Do your best to be a good omega Childe!

He remembers the familiar ache in his back and knot in his shoulders from the last time he travelled from the mother country to Liyue. The arrival at the harbour was busy per usual. The sounds of Liutian and foreigners alike moving around the harbour, the voices that speak of trades and exchange greetings merge together creating a mess of noise. His fellow Fatui agents unloading the luggage they brought (limited to a single case per person), dressed in their fatui garb ready to split ways after unloading and receiving orders from the youngest Harbinger.

Tartaglia dressed in his civilian clothing and did a quick scan of the harbour. It didn’t look like much had changed much over the years he had been away. He had been wearing his Harbinger uniform up until he could see the outline of the harbour from the ship, before remembering he was not there for a quick mission.

He was there to potentially get mated (and possibly married).

“I’m sure you know what to do.” Childe says without having to turn to look at his agents, but he knows they were listening. “Independent action until necessary, don’t cause any trouble that I can’t get you out of.” He glanced over his shoulder to watch his agents nod at him. Usually they would disappear by now, going their own separate directions but they stood there behind him. Childe raised his brow when he still felt their presence behind him and fully turned to them.

“Speak.”

“Sir, are you truly going to become the emperor’s omega?” He recalls her name, Ekaterina, who was there during his last stay in Liyue years ago.

“It’s part of Tsaritsa's deal with the emperor. Who am I to disobey her?”

“What about your position as a Harbinger, sir?” a skirmisher asks, timidly rubbing the back of his head for speaking so boldly to his superior. Childe gave a half-glare at the taller male before he rolled his eyes.

“I’m still a Harbinger. This ‘mating with the emperor’ shit isn’t solid.” He does air quotations with his fingers. “What is important right now is the mission. If you find out what the emperor's big dilemma is before I do, please relay it back to me.” His agents clung to every word he uttered as if he spoke the gospel, memorising it down to each syllable to avoid missing anything and honestly, he loved it.

Surely this ‘mating and marriage’ could turn optional if he finishes the mission earlier than intended. Childe starts running through various possibilities that could happen to him when he finally starts living at the palace to prepare himself from being caught off guard. If he revealed himself to be a Harbinger right away, the emperor would put him to work immediately. They would solve the problem faster than usual. -

‘Because I’m talented and strong, it would be done in no time.’ Childe thinks to himself.

And in the end the emperor would have to mate and marry him to uphold the Tsaritsa’s end of the bargain. But… if he pretended he was just a useless omega prince, would the emperor be more willing to let him go?

He smirks at the idea before turning to his agents.

“Do not tell anyone that I’m a Harbinger.” He watches them nod once at his command.

“Dismissed.” He smiles and they disappear in the blink of an eye.

‘This could be fun.’ he thinks, his smile stretching holding more mischief from his clever plan. ‘I’ll be back home in no time.’

“You’re the Tsaritsa’s son.” a voice snapped him out of his devious thoughts. He turned to his left, seeing no one. A little cough in the direction he was looking at made him glance down meeting eyes with a small girl, much shorter than himself that she had to tilt her head upwards to meet his eyes. Her mouth was curled into a distasteful pout, likely irritated at the obvious height difference.

Childe couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on his face. She was so tiny. The girl might have mistaken Childe’s smile as a mocking one and grew more irritated, her brows furrowing together.

‘She’s a fighter.’ he thinks as his eyes travel further down, intrigued by the sword attached at her hip decorated with extravagant carvings. The guard was shaped like a lion's head, beautiful listening gold in the afternoon light and the little eyes seemed to glow fiercely with amber gems. Analysing her figure, he realizes could probably beat her if they fought. He should be nice to her, since fighting weaker people did not bring any pleasure.

“I’m speaking to you.” She doesn’t mask the irritation in her voice when she glares at him. He continues to watch her with curious eyes, eyebrow raised as she moves her light purple hair behind her shoulder in one elegant toss of her hand before crossing her arms at her chest. Without having to look for too long, he knows this confident girl that came to pick him up at the harbour must be associated with the Liyue Qixing from the elegant air that she carries.

“Yes, I heard you.” Childe responds. The corner of his lip turns upward again when she rolls her eyes openly at him before turning her face away. Never in his life had he seen someone so openly irritated at him. This girl did not care the slightest that she was in the presence of one of Snezhnaya’s ruthless fighters, let alone foreign royalty.

“We’re leaving for the palace now. Follow me.” she says quickly before turning on her heels and walking away. She seemed to be in a rush to leave Childe behind, but her plan did not go about the way she planned as Childe has longer legs. He took a few big strides and caught up to her walking pace, which seemed to irritate her further. Either way, it was not hard to keep up with her.

He glanced down at his walking partner, seeing her bite her lip and her gloved hands are little balls at her sides as she walked made him chuckle.

“I hope you know I already don’t like you.” She says as she turns on her heel to open the door to the carriage. While different from Snezhnaya carriages that were fully covered and the cushioning surrounded by velvet to keep the warm, he found it cute how Liyue carriages were open, fancy carvings on the wood let air through the carriage. He traced the red wood, admiring it for a bit too long before the girl behind him made noise.

“Just get in already!” He laughed again when he climbed into the carriage, tears brimming his eyes from the way his stomach hurt.

“You’ve amused me like no other. What is your name, young lady?” Childe smiled bright and wide, feeling actual excitement of having someone openly hate him. He reached out to shake her hand, while his other hand wiped away the stray tear at the corner of his eye.

The girl huffed, her cheeks turning pink from either the humid air or his constant teasing. Her gloved hand grabbed his own.

“Keqing.”

“Good morning Taru…” He sat up from his canopy bed decorated with gorgeous red and gold silks stretching his arms over his head.

His room was heavily decorated in exquisite furnishings such as porcelain vases detailed in gold and little statues of long dragons with clouds surrounding them made of marble would decorate the tables. Soft and expensive furs and fabrics draped on his bed. A single round window made of wood with intricate circle and square motive carvings framed all four sides of the window placed just a little further from the door that led out onto his huge balcony beside his bedroom.

“Good morning Qiqi!” Childe smiled at his attendant. He holds his hand out, waiting for Qiqi to give him the item that she was holding. He felt his heart melt when the little girl approached him at his bed and shyly placed a small purple flower in his palm. Childe pauses to look at the delicate plant in his hands.

“What is this?” He asks curiously. The small flower looked a little rough around its edges, but he can tell from the way Qiqi protectively held it before passing it to him that she tried her very best to be gentle.

“Violetgrass…” She fiddles with the hem of her dress, swaying her body from left to right waiting for him to accept the present she had given him.

“I love it. Thank you Qiqi.” He gently sets the violetgrass by his side before he carefully moves out of bed. He kneels in front of her to hug the smaller girl, which she happily hugs back. He feels her little hands grab the back of his silk pajamas, not being able to fully circle around him just yet.

“Let’s start the day, shall we?” Childe pulls away gently from the hug. Qiqi nods in agreement before she leaves him to find the ladies that will prepare his clothing and accessories for the day. As several sets of hands roam his body, brushing his hair and tying robes onto his clothing, another lady reads aloud the schedule that has been fixed for him by Keqing. He shuts his eyes, feeling his head tilt in one direction as a maid brushes his untamable hair. He can feel her frustration as she brushes before deciding it would be best to place little decorative pins in the shape of beautiful flowers into his hair to compensate for the mess underneath. She clips small flowers into the curls of his hair, twisting as they were little branches for the acrylic flowers to sit upon.

The first three days of Childe’s life in the Liyue Palace were very similar, a blur . Qiqi’s presence was the only consistent thing that happened during his time at the palace. Every morning when Qiqi wakes him up, she would bring something small and interesting she thinks that he would like.

The Qixing (Keqing, specifically) had presented him with Qiqi as his personal attendant while he stayed in the palace. He had discovered through the smaller girl that she works part time for Baizhu, picking herbs for hours on end occasionally never coming back to the palace for three days. But since she now waits on the foreign prince, her herb picking hours have been reduced from twilight till the sun broke through the clouds the next morning.

“Don’t you need sleep?” He asks the first day he met her. She was such a small and young girl, how could anyone make her work her bones off from dusk till dawn. Keqing stands further back from them, letting them introduce themselves before she has to haul him elsewhere.

“Qiqi is okay. Adepti are okay.” Childe didn’t know what that meant and he believed her, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a little guilty. Small kids should be getting proper rest and not scaling the side of dangerous cliffs for herbs that the doctor was capable of getting for himself.

He didn’t think that he had to make a complete 180 change from the last time he was in Liyue. Ever since Childe stepped foot on that harbour three days ago, he hadn’t touched his belongings he brought with him from Snezhnaya. He hadn’t worn any of the clothes he brought, as the attendants would dress him in Liyue’s traditional clothes specifically made for Liutian omegas.

“Why do I have to wear a dress?” Childe asks as he looks himself in the mirror, the silks and cotton flowy against his skin. The light blue robes detailed in a darker shade of navy blue and gold stitching complimented his eye colour. Several attendants were surrounding him, taking his measurements not missing out a single inch of his body as Keqing stood before him. She monitored the way the ladies moved gracefully about him as if they were in a dance, fleeting touches not more than 2 seconds, a stretch of tape here and there, a little tug of his clothes once in a while before the touches leave him. He watches the redhead in the mirror through the floor to ceiling mirror, the one that looked like him but he could not recognise from the gorgeous silks and cottons that decorated his imposter.

“All omegas, especially those from noble lines wear hanfus.” Keqing explains as she pulls the skirt down. Golden accessories such as clips and small delicate chains started to decorate his hair, neck and ears, Keqing was presented with different silks by the same attendants. He doesn’t say anything when she holds it up against his face, before giving the fabric back and nodding in approval.

“Plus, it’s pretty. Alphas love pretty omegas.” A beautiful woman walks in wearing her own white and golden hanfu, carrying herself like she was a goddess walking amongst men. The way her skirt flowed as she walked towards the two, the slim and elegant smile on her lips as she walked over to them. She gave a little twirl, her gorgeous skirt flaring out like a dream of silk and cotton as she arrived before the foreign prince and blushing noble.

“Don’t you agree?” She asks, leaning a little towards Keqing. Keqing took a step back, face colouring as she looked away in embarrassment. Childe watched as the omega teased the purple haired alpha by inching closer as the other backed away. Gorgeous amber eyes gleaming with mirth, her smile hidden behind her paper fan as she basically teased the alpha. She carries a similar paper fan in her hand, wearing a similarly fashioned hanfu and yet, they couldn’t be any more different.

“Yes. You are very pretty.” her voice barely an audible gasp could be heard, but it was a sufficient response for the fair lady.

From the way her presence alone can suffocate a room, begging its attention to be turned to her and the way comfortably glides around the palace. It was safe to assume that this was the emperor's regina.

“I am Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing. It’s nice to meet you.” She gives a little bow of respect that Childe awkwardly returns back. Those titles that came after her name did not hold any meaning to Childe as he didn’t understand what that meant, it was possible he would forget after this meeting.

“You look pretty as well. I think this colour suits you wonderfully.” Ningguang says as she pulls lightly on the baby blue fabric the attendants had put around his arms not for any particular purpose other than decoration, but Childe being who he is naturally assumed he could turn it into a weapon and strangle someone with it if he was given the chance.

‘No, that’s a bad Ajax.’ He thought to himself. ‘No thinking about strangling.’ The voice in his head speaks in a firm tone as if he were speaking to a naughty child. His face sulks a little. When the attendants pulled away after what felt like hours, he was greeted with a sight he had never seen before. He was dressed in beautiful silks and cottons that could give him the illusion of being beautiful.

The style of hanfu was very similar to the long flowing one Ningguang wore, except the colours of his hanfu were softer in comparison to the dramatic whites, bright reds and golds the other omega wore. He didn’t catch himself in time, accidentally openly gawking at how well the attendants had dressed him. When he caught himself and shut his mouth, his eyes met with the Tianquan. She smiled at him, looking genuinely excited that he looked decent in those clothes. He can’t help but feel out of place. The attendants presented a variety of earrings carefully placed on a tray to Ningguang. She hums and carefully picks up one that she thinks would suit Childe best. A single red gem hanging from slim golden chains, smaller red flowers littering the chain in delicate placements.

“Why do you not wear your pheromones?” She asks as she assists Childe by putting on the earring. “You seem to have many scent blockers upon your neck.” She reaches for them, but with Childe’s fast reflexes, he’s immediately off the chair and covering the back of his neck with his hand. He leans against the vanity, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he feels and tries to steel his rapidly beating heart.

Ningguang blinked.

She didn’t even see him move.

“The Tsaritsa said not to take them off.” He says quickly followed by a forced laugh and smile, hoping that she would not press any further concerning the three scent blockers covering every inch of the scent glands on his neck, preventing any pheromones from accidentally leaking.

She was silent, hands still in the air from where she was holding Childe’s other earring.

“Alright.” Ningguang put the other earring down on the tray that the attendant held. “I suppose she would only want you to take them off during your heat.”

Childe nervously laughs and agrees with her.

Presented with portions more than Childe had ever seen, he had been eating a lot of food since he arrived at the palace compared to his home life in Snezhnaya. Childe had never been one to eat for pleasure, as he was the type of prince who found pleasure in pain and fighting, challenges and battle scars.

If Childe was to eat any more food, he felt as if his stomach would simply burst open and a flow of various ingredients would stream from it. But being the kind prince he is, he smiles and opens his mouth, consuming the food that was given to him.

It was an unusual sight for sure. He sat amongst the chefs at their designated dining table in the kitchen of the palace. Their sturdy wooden table plated at least three different kinds of chicken meals featuring different parts, cooked several different ways. He was seated on their wooden bench that could fit five people per side and ate from delicate porcelain wares and golden spoons and forks.

‘Why so spicy?’ Childe holds in the scream he wants to let out, his cheeks glowing a peachy red hue as he chews slowly, the burning sensation in his mouth moving further down his throat as he swallows. He can’t be anything less than regal as a foreign prince, carrying his image by sitting upright with his elbows off the table, but in that moment he feels helpless to the spice. His mouth opened slightly, pink lips huffing out hot air attempting to ventilate the scorching sensation.

“ He’s so thin. Xiangling is there anything else to eat?” A woman much older than him sat to his right, watching him as he steadily ate the steamed chicken dish in front of him cooked with chilies, thinly sliced gingers, and soft wolfberries. A man to his left took away his bowl of rice when he brought the spoon of chicken and rice to his mouth, filling the bowl with more soft fluffy rice before setting it back down before him.

“ I can make chicken feet with dark sauce! ” A young girl says as she rushes around the large kitchen holding a cleaver in her hand. The other chefs laugh fondly when ingredients start flying about the kitchen, some entering pots and nearly missing the pans. The cheery girl hums an upbeat tune while the cleaver cuts fast against the wooden board.

“ His face is red! ” One chef says to another.

“ Youths are so cute. ” The woman decides to fondly pinch his cheek, making him turn to her, rosy blush dusting his face. Childe couldn’t concentrate on the actions of the chefs in the kitchen, too busy blinking away the tears that stinged his eyes from the intensity of the chili.

“ Should eat more though. Get fatter and bear healthy kids.” The same woman wraps her hand around Childe’s slim wrist, seeing how she could easily wrap her thumb and index finger around it.

He exhaled a breath through his slightly parted mouth, the heat never leaving him. While his eyes were clenched closed, the young girl dropped a large bowl of soup beside the spicy chicken he had yet to clean off his plate.

“Eat up!” She says in a language he could understand since he had arrived in this kitchen an hour ago and beams a bright smile at him. He weakly smiles back with as much politeness he could muster in that moment, knowing he couldn’t get out of the situation he was currently in.

The end of Childe’s three busy days had been the most exhilarating despite the slow start. From the moment he woke up, the ladies had brushed his hair and dressed him per usual but this time under the watchful eye of the tiny purple haired Qixing. When he was dressed, she extended her hand towards him accompanied by her sharp glare. He didn’t think much of the gesture, placing his hand on top of hers before the alpha escorted the two of them through the maze of open aired hallways leading to the emperor’s palace in silence.

“Stand here and don’t move. Don’t go anywhere.” Keqing said when they had reached the altar, removing her hand from under his. He took a look at her and nodded in understanding. She nodded back, turning away to take a seat just behind him. From the sound of a drag of the chair against the floor, he can tell she pulled a seat closer to her own in that moment he wasn’t looking.

He had stood before the entire Liyue Qixing, seven heads of noble lines seated behind him as he stood what looked like an altar, listening to a man speaking in pure liyuan before him. From the dramatic gestures to his loud booming voice that echoed the hall, he could guess the man was a preacher of some sort. Occasionally he would jolt awake from the way the preacher’s voice would boom.

“ In the consort’s next heat, may the archons bless that an adepti child be born. ” Childe’s polite smile is beginning to fade into a more awkward and strained one. He feels like he had been standing there for ages from the way his back began to hurt from how straight he stood, combined with the heavy weight of the seven pairs of eyes staring holes into his back.

“ The emperor. ” The loud man gestured to the large double door he had entered through, but all Childe could do was stare in confusion. The man spoke such pure liyuan it was difficult for him (someone who only ever heard informal liyuan from his one year stay) it was as if he was trying to process the thick accent along with the pure pronunciations. He tried to interpret the preacher's words with the minimum amount of liyuan he learned during his one year post at Liyue Harbour when he was 21.

‘It’s too fluent.’ Childe furrows his brows in frustration. ‘I don’t understand.’ While he was trying to deconstruct the words the preacher was saying so he could get a hold of what he was on about, he failed to notice two pairs of footsteps that entered the room. One pair had stopped walking just behind him while the other walked up beside him.

“ Two worlds will collide in a united front, to unite two countries, two perspectives, two worlds. ” The preacher made a particularly big gesture before intertwining his fingers together and locking them.

‘Honestly, I should have thought about getting a tutor 3 years ago.’ He tried his best not to show such a confused expression, but failed when he heard a chuckle beside him.

“He said ‘two worlds colliding in a united front’.”

“Ah, thank you.” Childe turned his head to thank the figure beside him before looking away in fear of getting scolded by Keqing, and looking back because fuck getting scolded by Keqing.

‘This man is so handsome !’ Childe practically screamed in his mind, so loud that he was afraid the other man could hear him. He was scared the whole hallway could possibly hear him from how loud his thought was. He didn’t care that he was openly staring with eyes as large as dinner plates at this point.

The prince was suddenly very aware of the taller man standing beside him on the altar.

‘He’s taller than me. No one is ever taller than me.’ Childe snuck another sideways glance, trying to hold back the embarrassment from showing on his face. He clearly was embarrassed, he himself knew it and is accepting of the fact. He tried to steady his breathing when he felt his heart hammer at his chest. He did not prepare himself for the possibility of the emperor being (hot) his type.

‘His jawline is so sharp. He’s so tall. Is it because he’s an alpha? He’s got such pretty eyes.’ Childe’s mind was busy collecting as much information as he could get from simply looking at the emperor, he didn’t realise something slipped from his mouth.

“Pardon?” He turns his head to fully look at Childe, watching as the prince’s fair cheeks bloom a bright red when he realizes some thoughts may have slipped out as real words.

“My apologies, it’s nothing.”

Throughout the ceremony, Childe kept sneaking glances at him. Well, he couldn’t help himself no matter how disciplined he was. This man was so much eye candy he had to openly stare. When the other man noticed him staring and when he caught his eyes, Childe whipped his head to look away.

“Are you nervous?” he hears a soft voice beside him. He looks up to see him glancing with a gentle expression. Childe felt himself blush. The emperor is so handsome, you would never believe he was 40 years old.

“Yes, a little. I can’t really understand what he’s saying.” Childe admits truthfully before he felt him blush rise to his ears. Why did he admit that? Was his face really able to let down his guard?

The emperor chuckles a little before he smiles and looks forward at the officiater. “We’ll get you a tutor. It is an easy language to grasp once you figured out the basics.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem.” He smiled.

‘Fangs!’ Childe’s mind shouted in glee when he saw the sharp teeth but his face kept a calm appearance. He realises he’s been too jumpy during the ceremony and not concentrating at all. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. ‘Of course the man has fangs, he’s an alpha.’ He nods, thinking logically and completely missing the side glance followed by a fleeting smirk the other man gave him.

The preacher hands Childe and the emperor a small cup each filled with fragrant rice wine.

‘Do I drink this?’ He looks at the clear liquid in the goblet before looking up at Zhongli, meeting his eyes for the first time in the hour they had been standing beside each other. Zhongli’s eyes never tear away from him as he slowly puts his own cup to his lips, waiting for him to do the same.

Luckily Childe catches on and drinks the wine, Zhongli doing the same.

“ Congratulations on getting married. ” Ningguang says in pure liyuan dialect, bowing at Childe and the emperor. Her voice carried a smoother tone when she spoke in liyuan compared to when she spoke to Childe a few days ago. He snuck another glance at Zhongli without fully turning his head, trying not to seem too interested in the man.

‘Well, if he hears my thoughts I’d be doomed.’ Childe fully regained his composure after being let go by the preacher, some of the Qixing nobles leaving the hall as soon as it was done with the exception of Ningguang and Keqing, who stood further back towards the door waiting for them to finish their conversation with the emperor. He stood beside the emperor, waiting for him to finish his exchange with his regina before introducing himself, but while that was happening he was running through his mind figuring out how to make a good first impression.

“ Be quiet. ” He says, but the smile that graced his face when he faced her was gentle, yet it held some mirth. The smiles they exchanged held deeper meaning, as if it holds years of bonding that could not be overwritten by the involvement of a second love. Childe feels envious somehow.

Zhongli fully turns to him, with that handsome smile still on his face and Childe finds himself being entranced. He could finally get a good look at the well dressed man who wore layers upon layers from his dress shirt to his vest and his outer coat, this man was covered from head to toe leaving not an inch of skin exposed for imagination to run wild.

“Childe, this is Zhongli.” Ningguang introduces them before Zhongli could open his mouth to speak. “Call him xiansheng.” Zhongli turned to her with disbelief on his face while she giggled mischievously behind her gloved hand.

“You don’t have to call me - “

“Xiansheng?” He feels shy when he attempts to copy Ningguang’s pronunciation. He was rewarded with a thumbs up from the fair lady, but he noticed Zhongli take a step back from him.

“That is good pronunciation, Childe.” Zhongli says.

“My real name is Ajax.” He blurts out, feeling his cheeks get hot from how well this man could play him without having to do anything. He hasn’t actually said his original name for years, not since he had been adopted by the Tsaritsa. He felt as if he could have gone a lifetime without hearing that name again.

“Ajax.” And yet, he wants to hear his name on this man's lips more, drink it up like it was wine and honey. The smile that comes after the syllables of his name were addictive. He feels high, overwhelmed even, as if he had not been breathing oxygen up until he hears his name uttered from this man's lips.

If he could look at that smile for the rest of his life.

“There’s plenty of time for you both to get to know each other,” Ningguang says, but the holes that Keqing had been staring into her head had increased in intensity since earlier. “But not right now.” She smiles, a little nervous about the purple haired noble that was clicking the heel of her shoe against the carpeted floor.

Unfortunately, Ningguang went unheard by the two males. Zhongli looks at Childe like he is the only person in the hall, and Childe looks at him like he was the only person in the universe as they spoke, low and quiet unwanting others to hear their meek conversation.

“Are you really 40 years old?”

“No, that might be an exaggeration.”

“I knew my siblings were joking - “ “I’m 57.”

Childe blinked, his hand moving away from his mouth, to look at the emperor with disbelief. He shook his head, feeling whiplash from the information. The corners of the emperor's lips quirk upwards, amused as he watches the ginger process the information.

“You’re older than the Tsaritsa.”

“Indeed. I’ve known her for a very long time, we are good friends.”

“Ahem.” A loud noise was made, finally attracting the attention of the prince and the emperor. They turned to look at the smaller girl, her fist at her mouth before she crossed her arms. Ningguang stood a little behind her, averting her gaze. She did try to warn them, they couldn’t blame her for their scolding.

“Childe has to meet his tutor and Lady Ningguang and I have a meeting to tend to.” Keqing says bluntly. It seems her clear dislike was not hidden from anyone, not even with the exception of the emperor.

“Oh? I thought we were going on a date?” Ningguang piped up, making the purple haired girl go red in the face, but keeping her usual stoic demeanor. Keqing had her hands balled up in fists when the lady teased her, but couldn’t deny that it had embarrassed her in a good way. Zhongli raised a curious brow at his Qixing before nodding.

“I understand. You may go.” He says to Keqing and Ningguang. They both bow at their direction, before taking off. Childe was in the midst of turning away to follow them but was stopped by a gentle touch of a hand on his wrist. The touch was so gentle, it made his heart flutter. He looked at the gloved hand that caught him, before looking up at the emperor’s face.

“Xiansheng?” He says curiously. Zhongli hesitates, so the both of them were simply studying each other's faces. He looked like he had a lot to say to him, his mouth opening slightly before closing, and opening again and biting his lower lip.

“Till we meet again.” He finally says. Zhongli looked the way that Childe felt, shy. Childe couldn’t suppress the twinkle in his eyes and the smile that crept upon his face.

“Till next time, xiansheng.”

“In Liyue customs, an empress is bred from young, training from a youth until a young adult to be able to take the responsibilities that come with being the empress. Among these responsibilities are overseeing the imperial charity, funding for - '' The words blur and jumble into a ball of sounds as Childe stares at the pen and blank paper in front of him.

Why did he have to learn about the empress anyway? Couldn’t he skip to the parts that he didn’t need to learn since he was a meer concubine to the emperor? He twirls the fountain pen between his fingers, careful to not fling ink out and spray it all over the parchment.

“Childe, are you listening?” He looks up at his tutor. The blue haired boy much much younger than him is sitting at the end of his desk with a thick book placed on his lap.

“Yes, Xingqiu, I’m listening.”

“Good. How many years must an empress candidate undergo training before she can become the official regina?” He places his elbow on his knee, leaning his head on his hands as he watches the foreign prince in amusement. The prince clearly hadn’t been listening to him, instead choosing to spend his time concentrating on not spilling the ink from his pen as he twirled it between his fingers like a baton.

“Sixteen years.” Childe answers effortlessly, avoiding eye contact with his smug tutor. Xingqiu’s head lifted from his hand, a little shocked that the prince actually was paying attention to him.

“Good. We can move on to the inner workings of the emperors palace and its hierarchy.” He clasps the book shut with both hands, placing it onto the ever growing pile behind him before picking up another heavy volume with gold engravings on the spine. The red head looked at the book before his gaze trailed up to his teachers face. There is no way this boy was older than sixteen, and yet he’s sitting on the corner of his desk acting like his boss. According to Keqing who assigned Xingqiu as his tutor, the boy comes from a long line of nobles that had been famed to teach Liyue etiquette to both the descendants of emperors and empresses.

“A summary of the hierarchy would be Emperor Zhongli of course, followed by his son Xiao - “

“His son?” Childe asks, curiosity getting the best of him. ‘I didn’t know Zhongli was married.’ He put a finger to his chin and leaned back into his chair, hiding his troubled expression behind his hand.

“Yes, the sole prince of Liyue and only son of the emperor, Xiao. He is twenty this year, but isn’t taking the throne.” the blue haired boy shrugs as if the information was not anything special before flipping to another page of the thick book. Childe still lost in thought was thinking about the possibilities of Zhongli’s wife and himself having a child together, but still allowing the emperor to take a concubine for the sake of his country.

“He’s the current head of the Liutian army.” His tutor realises that he was no longer paying attention and raises a brow. He figures the prince must have some troubling thoughts to forgo listening to him altogether.

“He’s adopted.” Xingqiu says. He wants to burst out laughing when the information clearly did not reach Childe’s ears, but chooses to muffle his giggle behind his hand. He watches the prince's furrowed brows and smiles gently. Might as well continue reading from the book if the prince was not going to pay attention to his detailed explanations. “After the prince would be the eight heads of the Liyue Qixing starting with the Tianquan, who oversees the law and governance.” Xingqiu continues, the sun setting through the window behind him colouring the room in an orange hue.

- ‘The emperor has a son, which means he has a wife’ was the one thing Childe really took away from his first tutoring lesson with the young noble. He lies down on his bed staring at the ceiling above him, feeling the air gently blow through his open window surrounding him in comforting cold winds. It felt nowhere near as cold as Snezhnaya, but it would have to do for the night. The prince tended to do his thinking in the dead of night while the wind rustled through his fluffy hair.

‘The previous Tsar before mother had over eight omegas as concubines, but mother has never taken a husband.’ He thought, rolling onto his side and propping his head up onto his arm. Through his window, he could see the gorgeous garden filled with trees and white stone walls that sat between the emperor's palace and the palace he currently resides in. Deciding to get off his bed, he walked over to the window letting his long robes drag across the floor, tucking the long fabric under his legs while he situated himself on the bench beside the window.

‘Maybe mom is right? Would I actually have to work hard to impress the emperor?’ He furrows his brow in thought which he found himself doing very often since he had arrived at the palace. Childe thought himself to be the adaptable type, able to mold himself into any situation and conquer the harshest of conditions.

And yet, being treated like a soft and gentle omega was the strangest thing he had ever experienced in his lifetime.

‘Are soft and gentle someone Zhongli likes?’ Childe gets off his bench to walk over to the floor to ceiling mirror in the corner of his room. He looks at himself in the mirror with the robes wrapped tightly around his waist, and yet it was still loose enough to slip off slightly. He wasn’t very much the image of an ‘omega’, having more sharp angles than soft curves, and he is tall nearly the same height as the emperor. Overall in comparison to other omegas he had seen around the palace they had been the exact opposite of him.

Small, soft types with curves and usually very pretty with large doe eyes.

‘I’m more handsome than pretty.’ Childe thinks as he grabs his hip bones with both hands. ‘Sharp.’ He continues to pat his body, feeling the toned muscle and bone on him from years of working for the Tsaritsa. His hands trail to his toned stomach and rubs it in circles with the palm of his hand. He had always thought the best feature of his Harbinger uniform was that it had normally exposed his stomach, which was a part of him that he was proud of. It was sexy to say the least and it aided him agility wise on the battlefield, but now he wasn’t sure. Were omegas supposed to expose themselves like that?

‘I could make the effort. Zhongli is kinda handsome, I guess.’ He rolls his eyes, as if he had now been openly gawking the first time he met the emperor. ‘And helping the Tsaritsa is my priority.’

“Damn, I’ve never been this body conscious in my life.” He walks away from the mirror, but turns to look back at himself, eyes directly dropping to the shape of his ass in the mirror. He laughs a little pathetically before running a hand through his hair.

“This guy doesn’t know me, so it wouldn’t be too hard to hide the fact I was practically a tyrant back home!” With full confidence, he turned to face the mirror and crossed his arms, beaming at his prettier doppelganger in the mirror. He met his eyes, smile falling a little. Who was he kidding, he felt so out of place.

“Right?”

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hiii, number 35 for the dialogue prompts. hope you'll have a wonderful day ✨

158 for Sobbe, I can swear that at some point in a AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES context Sander said this to Robbe, but I can't prove it sjjsjsjsjjsj

120 + 160 😋💜

1 for Sobbe! I've been listening to the song 'let's get married' by Mitski and it's soooo them, and maybe you get inspired by it too if you write this lol. Have a good day/night 💕💕

154, 28, 18, 9, 2 (just the ones u want❤)

30 for Sobbe 🧡🧡🧡

Hi y’all! I managed to compile all of these prompts into one 8k fic, I hope it’s okay 🙈 It’s too long to edit on tumblr so I’m posting a link to ao3 and a snippet of it below 💛

Also, I super appreciate all the comments in the tags and stuff ❤️

The dialogue prompts involved:

158. [text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness

30. “Did you do this on purpose?!”

28. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

2. “Do you want me to leave?

120. “Your hair is so soft…”

160. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

1. marry me

35. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

LINK ---> hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue

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When Robbe enters the downstairs bathroom on a Saturday afternoon, it already looks like a mess, and they haven’t even started. The sink is full of various utensils and bottles thrown in there haphazardly and he looks around, his mouth quirking a little at how the place is currently the perfect representation of Sander’s chaotic energy. It’s probably for the best his mom is far, far away on another continent and doesn’t have to encounter this because she’s an orderly woman compared to her artist of a son, and it’s quite possible she would get a stroke seeing this.

And that’s even before they undoubtedly turn this place into a battlefield with their bleach shenanigans.

“Ready?”

Sander passes him in the doorway, accidently brushing his shoulder and shooting him an expectant smile. He’s carrying a wooden stool in one hand and a large chocolate chip cookie he’s happily munching on in another. He must’ve changed out of his black hoodie because now he’s wearing his “creative hours” white t-shirt, stained with a palette of intense colors that barely washed out in the washing machine. The cut off sleeves reveal his arms, and the tanned skin is contrasting so nicely with the whiteness of the material that Robbe’s gaze lingers a little on his lean tricep, taut when he puts the sturdy looking stool down.

“I was born ready,” he replies with feigned confidence that makes Sander arch his left eyebrow.

“Oh really? What happened to you being hesitant about this?”

“I realized you’re gonna look hot either way, bleached blond or bald, so there is no wrong outcome here, really.” Robbe smiles innocently, but his eyes are anything but, mischievous glints dancing in those big brown irises and it’s a look on him that never fails to make Sander’s fingers itch with the desire to have his way with him.

They have work to do though so he resorts for a cheeky comeback for now, knowing it’s going to tint Robbe’s cheeks pink right away.

“Are you talking about your secret fetish again?”

And there it is, a pretty flush spreading on those cheekbones chiseled by god himself and it’s super cute, even when followed by Robbe’s indignant scoffing. Sander absolutely adores that even over a year later there are still things he says that can make him blush and he already mourns the future days when it no longer happens and Robbe gets immune to his cheesy jokes. But, at the rate they are going so far, it’s not going to happen anytime soon.

Thank god.

“I don’t have a baldness fetish, jerk!” Robbe gives his shoulder a half-hearted push, flustered.

“Right, right, I forgot, I am your fetish.”

He’s expecting another shove but instead, Robbe’s features morph into a private little grin, his gaze dropping to Sander’s lips as he twists his fingers into his t-shirt, bringing him closer to seal their lips together for a few magical seconds before pulling back with a loud smack, laughing a little at Sander’s dazed but intrigued face.

Then he slaps his butt cheekily, effectively pulling him out of his reverie and leaves Sander wondering where that beautiful innocent and sweet boy he fell in love with almost a year and a half ago went. The beauty and sweetness is still there but the innocence flew out the window a long time ago and Sander feels pretty responsible for this glorious corruption, oh yes he does.

“Okay, let’s do this ‘cause otherwise we’re gonna be here till Monday.” Robbe points vaguely at the compiled accessories and then resorts to watching Sander mixing the developer and bleach together, occupying himself with reading the instructions on the bottle. He scrunches up his nose as the chemical smell irritates his nostrils and he’s honestly starting to feel sorry for Sander’s hair.

Once the mixture is ready and Sander is perched on the stool with an old towel around his neck, Robbe buries his fingers in his brown strands, loving the feeling of silkiness when he combes them back, making sure to scratch a little at the scalp.

It always makes Sander’s eyelids droopy, and the soft groans that leave his mouth when there’s a scratch at a particularly sensitive spot pull a giggle out of Robbe.

“I swear you were a cat in the previous life.”

“Probably, yeah,” Sander agrees in a soft voice that tells Robbe the skillful ministrations of his fingers are currently putting him on cloud nine.

“Oh my god, baby,” he moans, rolling his head slowly back and forth, and Robbe can see a shudder going through him. “If I’d known your hair bleaching assistance comes with a free head massage, I’d have recruited you sooner.”

His entire body visibly relaxes, Robbe’s magical fingers erasing every bit of stress that accumulated through the day with a practiced precision. “I swear, those fingers of yours were the god’s gift to humanity,” he pauses, his eyes searching for Robbe’s in the mirror as his lips stretch into a smirk. “Well, or at least a gift to me.”

Robbe indulges him because how could he not when Sander’s being so sweet and putty under his hands, so he doubles his efforts, receiving the cutest little purr at some point.

“Your hair is so soft,” he marvels, combing through it with awe. “I kinda hate myself for what I’m about to do to it.”

“It’s okay, Robin, my hair forgives you.”

Robbe lets out a woeful sigh and reluctantly disentangles his fingers from the strands. “Okay, now after I said goodbye to brown, let’s get it over with, shall we?”

#wtfock

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lokisfans · 4 years ago

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Butterflies

Summary: You dread going to a party because Loki, the captivating God of Mischief will be there, and your feelings for him make you a bit clumsy and awkward.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 1,429

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: it’s been awhile! My apologies and I hope you all like this one. <3

You stared up at the ceiling, dread overwhelming your entire body. It had finally arrived, the day of Thor’s birthday party. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about Thor, he was one of your closest friends, but you weren’t looking forward to seeing his raven-haired brother. It wasn’t that Loki made you uncomfortable, it was just that your more-than-just-a-friend feelings towards him made you act a bit awkward in his presence.

It had surprised you that there was going to be a party in the first place, as most Asgardians didn’t tend to celebrate birthdays, but then again, any reason to have a party was a good enough one for Thor.

Finally mustering the strength to drag yourself out of bed, you made your way to your closet to try and find a suitable gown to wear to the festivities. The party wasn’t for a while, but you had always been meticulous when planning things out.

After going through your wardrobe for what seemed like ages, you settled on a blue gown with gold jewelry and hair accessories. You strangely found yourself wanting to look nice, not bothering to wonder about what the obvious motive was for this.

………....

When it was finally time for the festivities to begin you made sure to get ready early, wanting to perfect every detail of your look. The flowing, blue gown gave you shape but also allowed you to breathe, and the golden leaves in your hair were the perfect touch, along with your necklace and earrings.

You walked into the Grand Hall, where everyone was enjoying food and talking. There was dancing in the ballroom but you doubted you’d have the courage for it.

A few moments after your arrival Thor walked up to you and clapped you on the back.

“Lady Y/N, I’m so pleased to see you, especially off the battlefield for once!”

You, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three had been fighting together since you were children. Loki joined sometimes, although he tended to be a bit of a loner.

“You too, I’m honored to be invited to such a small gathering,” you replied, smiling and glancing around at the many people filling the room.

Thor snorted in amusement and said, “well, father and I didn’t want anyone to feel left out, you know how it is.”

“Oh yes.”

“Well, I’d better go greet some more guests, we’ll catch up later. Enjoy the party!” said Thor, walking off towards some new arrivals.

You watched him go, wondering who you should talk to now. You couldn’t see Sif or the others anywhere around you.

Eventually, you wandered over to the food, getting a beverage from one of the servants. You turned around to leave and slammed into the chest of the God of Mischief himself, spilling your drink all over him.

“Oh, Loki, I mean Prince Loki, I’m so sorry!” you said, extremely flustered, “Let me help.” You grabbed a large wad of napkins off the table and tried to dry the front of his suit. It really only succeeded in smearing the liquid around more.

“Dammit,” you said. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. Why did things like this always happen around him? Suddenly you made eye contact with him and realized he was smiling. “Wha-...” you trailed off, confused at his reaction. You had assumed he would be angry, but his amused expression said otherwise.

“No need to be so distraught,” he said after a moment, “I don’t think you’d sabotage my suit Lady Y/N.”

“I know but it was rather stupid and clumsy of me.”

“That may be slightly true, but I’m willing to forgive and forget.”

Did he just agree with me?

You stood, a bit shocked. He had never really spoken to you like this before. All of your conversations had been brief, and certainly not this friendly.

“Well,” you finally said, “sorry... again.”

There was still amusement in his eyes.

He probably thinks I’m ridiculous. He’d be right, but I was still hoping that he might respect me slightly.

“Come with me,” he suddenly said, walking swiftly away.

You followed after him, overwhelmed by confusion and struggling to move through the crowd of people.

Once you were in the hallway you spoke. “Um, where exactly are we going?”

“To get a new suit obviously. I can’t look messy on my brother’s big night,” Loki replied, his tone mischievous.

What have I gotten myself into?

Once you and Loki reached his chambers he disappeared through the door. You stood in the hall.

“You can come in Lady Y/N,” he said from inside.

You stepped hesitantly into his room. It was large, but without much furniture, the most noticeable being a beautiful bookshelf, without an empty space on it. You walked slowly towards it. As you passed Loki’s closet, the door was slightly ajar and you glanced at his shirtless back, the sight making your face hot and butterflies form in your stomach.

Once you finally tore your gaze away and reached the bookshelf, you surveyed the large collection. It was quite impressive. Suddenly, a voice behind you asked, “Do you like to read?”

You turned around quickly, meeting Loki’s gaze. “Um, yes. Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You weren’t. I rarely find anyone other than my mother who can fight and enjoys literature.”

“We’re a rare breed then,” you said, becoming more comfortable being in his presence.

Your reply earned a small smile from Loki.

“Sorry I made you come with me,” he said, “I was mostly just trying to scare you a bit because you seemed so flustered. I had no idea you were so tolerable.”

“I can’t believe you. Actually, I take that back, I can. Also, tolerable, really? What a wonderful compliment to receive.” You were impressed with your sudden boldness.

“I don’t just pass out praise”

“Well, I’m glad to be one of the few receivers, even if it’s a bit lame,” you replied, crossing your arms and smiling.

Loki smirked for a moment and then said, “Since you might even be slightly above tolerable, would you like to see something?”

“As long as it’s not another dead body, because I see those way too frequently these days.”

“You’re rather odd, and it’s not.”

You followed Loki onto the balcony outside his room and watched as he climbed onto the railing closest to the wall.

“Oh Odin’s beard please don’t fucking fall,” you said, sucking in a breath.

“It’s fine, I’ve done this before, and you do not seem to have a lady’s mouth,” said Loki, his blue eyes glinting with amusement.

He then proceeded to use the thick vines creeping up the wall to hoist himself onto the roof. After a moment he stuck out his hand to you.

This certainly wasn’t how you had imagined your night going, but here you were, climbing onto the castle roof with the God of Mischief.

You stepped onto the railing and hoisted yourself up, using the vines and ignoring Loki’s outstretched hand.

“I am not just a lady, but a warrior,” you said when he looked slightly impressed.

“I’ve seen you in battle, but you haven’t proven to be particularly... graceful this evening,” he said, grinning mischievously.

You elbowed his arm playfully. “For your information, when I’m in battle I’m in my element. Things are different when-” You stopped cold. Oops.

“When what?” Loki was smirking.

“When... I’m at social events.”

“Mhm, sure.”

“Okay, okay, and also when I happen to be in the presence of reclusive, annoyingly attractive, and unexpectedly charming Gods,” you said, quite embarrassed at this point, but also impressed at your own bravery. This definitely wasn’t the way you had expected the night to end.

Loki was grinning. “Well, you know, I don’t bring just anyone on the roof to gaze at the stars,” he said, glancing up. The sky was beautiful and the stars sparkled like thousands of crystals.

Loki looked over at you. Your faces were centimeters apart.

“It’s hard for me to resist when clumsy, odd, but stunning individuals spill wine on me, even though this wasn’t the first time I had noticed them,” said Loki, surprising you.

He’s always noticed me like I notice him?

Suddenly you were kissing, passionately. He softly bit your lower lip and then you felt his tongue enter your mouth.

When the kiss ended you stared at him, taking in his beauty. This certainly wasn’t how you had thought things would go, but maybe your clumsiness was your new best friend.

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amenomiko · 5 years ago

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MC as Little Kid / Small Child

Nobunaga - Lull her to sleep. Basically pamper her like a baby.

It was during war council when she suddenly slide the door, sobbing while hugging her Bearsace. "N-Nobunaga-" She sniffed, enough to earn the lords concern and worry. "I can't sleep.. I-It's too dark in the Tenshu.."

Nobunaga instantly dropped the discussion and pick her up into his arms, of where she immediately hug him around his neck. He pat her back, as he took a seat on his dais. "15 minutes." He said to his vassals, and they just smile, while some of them give a shrug.

"You have the potential to be a father, Lord Nobunaga." Masamune grinned.

"Hmh. You may say that once I held a real daughter, and not my lover." He chuckled.

Hideyoshi - Buying her candies. Spoiled her 100%.

He had brought her to have a walk in town, distracting her from being afraid of her surroundings. She have been crying ever since she came to an unknown place, and so he choose to bring her for a walk to cheer her up.

When suddenly she stopped. "Hm? What's wrong-" His eyes followed to where is she looking at. It was the candy shop. The usual Hideyoshi would nag about cavities, but right now, her pleading eyes is so irresistible he couldn't say no.

This also earned the attention from other warlords. Especially Nobunaga, who look at MC, who is munching on the candies, yes, CANDIES that surrounded her small body.

"You are spoiling our princess, I see?"

Hideyoshi glared at his fellow right hand man. "No I don't. S-she's almost on the verge of tears and-"

"And you bought the WHOLE shop? That's more than spoiling." Nobunaga said as he helped MC to unwrap the candy, but eat it himself.

"Nobunaga-sama I see what you did there OAO!"

Masamune - Teasy bully.

"I said I'm fine, Mashamune! I can walk on my own! Uwah! Baka baka baka let go of me..!! Don't carry me like that- hueee QAQ!!"

"Come on, Lass. Enjoy it while you still can..!" He chuckled. "Mashamune you say? Aaaah I will remember that forever. That way of calling is so adorable, heh."

"Aaah! Stop it! No, no, I don't want to ride the horse in this state- I don't-"

Too late. She had screamed the whole time of riding and when they arrived back at the castle, Masamune is nagged by the castle hen and it took her a while to calm down from crying (until she gets hiccups and down with fever the next day).

Ieyasu - Take the opportunity to teach something bad.

"Hm."

There goes. She asked- more like demanded for him to carry her again. Ignoring the grins from other warlords, he had no choice but to carry her, because her eyes starts to get teary with "Umnn I want a hug hug \(QAQ)/~~!"

It took all of him not to get all red when she rest her head on his shoulder and suck her thumb, and it took all of him to not roll his eyes when Nobunaga said, "Why Ieyasu, couldn't wait to get a daughter of your own?"

He's about to give a comeback when MC suddenly point at Nobunaga, "Nobuunaga-shama OuO." Which makes him grin. "Hooh. Then who is this?"

She turned to Masamune. "Mashamune-shan." "Hideyochi-shan." To Hideyoshi, "Mitshuhide-shan." To Mitsuhide. And she pauses when she look at Mitsunari. "Uhm.."

Ieyasu whispered something to her and she beamed. "PURPUL CABEJ (Purple Cabbage) >w<!" Which earned an enormous laughter among them (except Hideyoshi with his "Ieyasu, be nice OAO!"), including shaking Ieyasu who's holding back his own snort of amusement.

But then again..

MC: *pointed at Ieyasu* Ieyashu ❤.

Ieyasu: *blush SO red* Y-you don't have to- what are you? An angel? =/////= *vibrates*

Masamune: Ieyasu you just blurted your own thoughts 😏

Mitsunari - Reading her bedtime story.

"Mitshunari.." She tugged on the hem of his hakama. "I can't sleep.. Can you read me a bedtime story?"

"Hm? Of course..!"

He carried her, and tuck her in, sat beside her and grabbed a book.

"Alright, princess."

She smiled giddily, excited for her bedtime story when..

Mitsunari: Tactic 1. Square formation in battlefield requires a group of-

MC: O.O

Hideyoshi: MITSUNARI W A I T ᕕ( OAO )ᕗ!!

Mitsuhide - Teasy bully No.2

She have been following him around, like a little chick. How ironic Mitsuhide is the one who become the mother hen, with her, trotting behind him wherever he go.

When he stop, she will. When he moved, she will do the same.

And when he walk to a place where it's difficult for a child to follow (steep stairs for example) on purpose, it is such an entertainment for him to watch her struggle.

When Hideyoshi saw this, it's obvious how naggy he will be. But when he tried to separate her away from Mitsuhide.. "HIEEEEEE QAQQQ!!! NO NO NO I WANT MITSHUHIDE!! I WANT MITSHUHIDE!!!" She screamed in his arms, flailing around until the strong lord couldn't get hold of her.

Not to mention she instantly hugged around his neck and cry, and ONLY Mitsuhide that can calm her.

Kenshin - Feed her food.

*Jiiiii*

Kenshin paused halfway with the cup of sake in his hand. "What's wrong?"

MC pursed her lips, slowly took a step towards the Dragon of Echigo with a chestnut bun in her hands. "Kenshin.. This is too hot.."

He blinked as he touch the bag surface; it's hot indeed, for a small child. His eyes wheeled from the bun, and to her. "..Come here."

She beamed, and sit on his lap, while he slowly feed her with the bun, pieces by pieces. But it was not finished though, she slept halfway, with crumbles on her lips. He carried her in his arms, kissing her temple as she sleep on his shoulder. (Bawwwww)

Shingen - Pain, pain go away

It was a nice, breezy afternoon when "Idiot Yuki! Gimme back my doll!"

The garden is filled with the sound of MC and Yukimura with their usual banter. Shingen was there, eating his dumpling while laughing at the scene because it was too cute in his eyes, especially when MC were trying her best to jump and get her doll from Yuki.

"Aaahn baka baka baka OAO! Give it back!!" She was already in the verge of tears.

"Heh! This is what you get for hitting my leg with it."

"I don't care! You are the one who is mean here! Give it back! Give it--" She loses her step and "Bonk!" She fell.

Silence.

"......HIEEEEEEE QAQ!!!!"

The moment her cries echoed throughout the garden, Shingen immediately carry her into his arms "Ooh our princess is hurt? Where is it?" He pat her back, as she has started to choke on her own tears. "MC? Hey hey MC? Look, let me cast a spell on you."

"Spell- Shingen-sama, she herself is an enchantress alread- MMMF-" Yukimura's mouth is shoved with Shingen's dumpling by Sasuke.

"Pain, pain, go away. Pain, pain, go away." He pat her knees, and blow softly on it. She sniffed, "Shingen.." and ah, he nearly melt when she hugged around his neck, and fell asleep. "..........Yyyyuuuuukkkkkiiiiii~~? What did I tell you about respecting woman?"

"Mmmf OAO!" -mouth still full-

"That's what you get for calling her wild boar first." Sasuke adjust his glasses.

Yukimura - Do her hair.

She peered at the woman's accessories in Yukimura's bag.

"Wh- you want me to do your hair? With this??" He pointed at the accessories and twitch to her beaming smile. He couldn't say no to it because..

His lord will give him class about "How to Treat Woman 101", Sasuke is not there to help, and Kenshin..? Hopeless case.

" A-alright.."

So he comb and comb, decorate here, and decorate there, and-

A sound of items scattered on the floor could be heard. It was Sasuke who just came back from the town. Yukimura.. What are you doing?"

"Uh- she asked me to.. Uhm.. With her hair..?"

MC blinked at them, then when she turn to face the mirror, she cried her heart out.

Sasuke - ‘Piggyback’ ride.

"Shashuke. I want to play."

He immediately kneel down to her level. "Alright. Do you want to play house today?"

She shake her head. "I want a piggyback ride."

"Oh, I understand. Here."

Her smile beamed the moment Sasuke turned around, waiting for her to ride his back. And the moment she did...

"I call this.. Ninja roller coaster ride."

"Eh- EEEEHHHHH QAQQQQ!!!"

He had run like a ninja, jump like a ninja, hang upside down like a ninja, and jump up on a high place like a ninja.

Few hours has passed, and he lands on the ground swiftly. "How was it, MC? Did you have fun?"

She had fainted.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku mitsu #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku sasuke #mc #child #ikemen sengoku imagines

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fangirl-on-bitches · 5 years ago

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Dream

Obi-Wan x Reader OneShot.

Word Count: 1491

Warnings/AN: Based of the best dream I ever had. Slight AU ( I would call it more like a canon divergence), but it was fun in my head. As it was a dream the places don't really belong to anything I saw in Star Wars. It has some plot at the beginning but towards the end there’s like no plot. I just love this man.

Summary: You are an ally of Padmé Amidala. The place? A senator banquet in Coruscant. Padmé is actually on the separatist side but no one knows, except for you, of course. You are in charge of disposing the body that both Padmé and you are responsible for killing.

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It was always all pleasantries and formalities amongst senators. You knew this well, and were trained to fake them wonderfully. Even with all the adrenaline running through your veins you kept a polite smile and a straight back, nodding and chuckling whenever you had to.

Padmé, who was also faking by your side, was quick to give you a hint to leave and finish business. She excused herself from you with a credible and common senator excuse "I need to discuss private matters with senator Alavar, my friend, excuse us."

"Of course, m'lady." You said out of habit. With a confident stride you walked through the banquet, admiring the crystal dome showing some stars, mostly hidden by the artificial lights of Coruscant. The art gallery where the banquet was taking place was pompous and did not reflect the current war situation going all around the galaxy. Enormous paints decorated the walls and a mix of gold and marble could be seen in columns and wide staircases, a black piano contrasting perfectly with the ambience.

Thankfully, your diseased objective was well hidden. Senator Kharrus was a big Gran but once dead he fitted perfectly in the commode by the bed, all you had to do next was dispose him safely somewhere in the dumps of Coruscant, throwing him down some levels should do the trick.

You had to change to more discrete clothes and hairdo. A two piece black set, a tight ponytail and a cloak later you were ready to begin the operation. The hallways of the grand hotel were quiet and private as many senators usually had some illicit activities going on.

The commode was of course, no ordinary commode. It had wheels and looked a lot like a suitcase, so anyone who might cross your path would think you are just leaving. Of course, you didn't expect to cross paths with anyone on this floor, as senator would be returning to their rooms in later hours.

However, your plan wasn't perfect. Both Padmé and you weren't informed about the weak Jedi patrol around the hotel and it's perimeter. This was no problem, after all, you had a speeder with your accomplice waiting for you at the entrance of the hotel, you just had to get on the elevator and descend to the ground floor.

It stopped halfway through, a Jedi master entering the elevator. You were too distracted and a bit anxious to notice it was Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé's old friend and your well known acquaintance. He greeted you with polite smile, his dreamy eyes glinting. "Master Kenobi." You bowed slightly, a small blush creeping up your neck. "Making rounds?"

"I'm afraid so." He replied with a sigh. "But I can't complain, this is by far less stressful than the battlefield." In an attempt to inflate his ego and distract him from whatever question he may ask, you then turn to him with a worried expression.

"Oh my, the battlefield?" You batted your eyelashes slyly. "I bet it's so harsh to command battalions and lead attacks. How do you handle that?" Obi-Wan chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

"It's a little stressful and time consuming, but nothing we can't handle together."

"By together you mean...?"

"Together would include Anakin, his padawan and of course Cody and Rex, the commanders, alongside all the battalions." You nodded and quickly looked how long before you reached your destination. Not much.

"So I guess I should be calling you General Kenobi, after all, I call Anakin 'General Skywalker'."

"Oh, there's no need for that, my dear." To your dismay, the Jedi was also going to the ground floor, and because he was such a gentleman and so nice he scorted you to your speeder. You almost melt in your seat when the speeder began to fly away from the Jedi. The journey wasn't long; with your hood up to hide your identity you thought about Obi Wan Kenobi.

It was a waste such a wonderful looking man was a Jedi. He was so... Uptight as well. All bark and no bite, he's the type of Jedi that flirts and flatters left and right, but does not touch a single hair of your perfect head.

You knew, everyone in Gossip Infested Coruscant knew, Jedi aren't celibate, and this made you want to make a move on the Jedi. He was such a nice view for sore eyes, although there was something off with him. Maybe it was his formality or that he simply lacked a pinch of malice in his oh so pure jedi-soul.

Before thinking too much on his amazing smile and hair, or his incredibly well kept beard, or even before imagining the strong pair of arms under his robes (and whatever other goods are hidden down there) the speeder stopped.

The stink of the trash compactor was so evident and penetrating you were surprised you haven't gagged yet. With the help of your accomplice you threw the body, which was inside a black bag, in the compactor watching how it got crushed and no witnesses to take care off.

As soon as you got to your hotel room you took a quick shower, covering yourself in perfume and soap to cover whatever trace of trash smell could be left. You got into your pompous senator like dress, which was actually nicer and more comfortable than most senator dresses. A beautiful emerald-green long dress with your hair down and a few accessories to complement.

You rejoined the party with a soft nod to Padmé. The job was finished. With the grace of a lady, and the hunger of a lion, you attacked the banquet, trying to look as composed as possible. As you were looking at the desserts you noticed two people you knew. General Skywalker and his padawan, Ahsoka Tano, stood in their Jedi robes watching over the party. The girl noticed you, waving with a sweet smile. You walked with a smile on your face, that pair were your favourite Jedi.

"Good evening General, Commander." You greeted maintaining formalities. Anakin nodded and Ahsoka smiled. "You have to do rounds too?" You asked, remembering Kenobi.

"Who did you cross paths with?" Ahsoka asked.

"With Master Kenobi. I met him in the elevator an hour ago." You replied, remembering his handsome smile. Some small talk later you decided to walk to the piano. You sat and started to play some Naboo melody, intended to be background music, more than anything else.

You were so concentrated in playing the correct keys at the correct pace that when a cold hand placed itself on your shoulder you almost yelped. You looked up, and Obi-Wan's chiseled face smiled down at you. Of course, you stopped playing the piano. "General, we meet again."

"A pleasure meeting you so often, my dear." He replied, his hand squeezing your shoulder lightly. "May I take the lovely-looking lady for a walk?" He offered his hand, leaving a longing trace in your shoulder. You took his hand and stood up, he then smoothly interwined his arm with yours, scorting you to wherever he wanted to go.

"Aren't you on duty?" You ask curiously, looking at the man by your side. "Don't get me wrong, I L-enjoy the pleasure of your company but I wouldn't want to distract you from you duties." You corrected yourself before saying you loved the pleasure of his company, he may take it the wrong way.

"I just finished my duty, Ahsoka and Anakin came to cover my spot." You nodded, noticing how you were now out of the banquet, heading towards the private gardens with a great view from Coruscant. You yawned, sitting on a marble bench, the Jedi following suit. "Long day?"

"You wouldn't even imagine. Talking with all the senators is really draining."

"I feel the same way sometimes, but from all the people on the banquet today, you are my favourite to talk to."

"Well, yeah, I'm not a politician." You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to ignore the fact that you where his favourite. "Does that mean you like talking to me more than you like talking to Anakin?"

"Anakin... It's complicated. He talks too much. And Ahsoka too." Obi Wan admitted making you chuckle.

"Well, they are younger than us." You pointed out, making the Jedi nod. Then he started to talk about how much energy they had and how loud they could sometimes be. His voice was so soothing, your eyes started to close. You were resting but could still listen to him. At some point your head found his shoulder.

"I see my words are not enjoyable." He told you, his voice softer than before. You shook your head slightly, one of your arms snaking and holding his left arm, looking for warmness.

"Please keep talking, your voice is relaxing." You could hear a smile as be proceeded to talk and describe his war life in the Outer Rims.

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AN: Hi! So, my dream wasn’t actually like this 100%. The elevator part was added for more Obi-Wan. But in my dream, in the piano part, Obi-Wan touched my shoulder and told me “I know what you did, my dear.” and then I woke up. It sounds creepy but it was not creepy in my dream it was more like a seductive affirmation lol. So that’s why the end sucks sorry :(

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan #kenobi #obi #obiwan #star wars

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djinmer4 · 5 years ago

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Scarborough Fair (Noir AU)

“Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?” Stefan made no effort to keep his voice down, but the noise of the party easily drowned him out.

“I don’t understand your question,” Jimaine carefully brushed a few straggling hairs back into her coiffure. “My fiancee is handsome, charming, polite and generous. Plus, Kurt’s our foster brother, we’ve known him for years. What more could I want?”

“I guess if you’re happy, that’s enough.” Jimaine held out her arm, but her brother waved her away. “Go and wow your fiance. This party’s for you after all.”

She flashed a quick smile and strode into the festivities. Kurt’s grin dutifully widened at her entrance, and he offered his arm to squire her around. Stefan remained in the shadows, offering brief smiles and nods at any guests who noticed him but refraining from participating.

As he observed, he found himself being less and less happy about the upcoming nuptials. On the surface, it was a fairytale marriage, with Jimaine as the golden bride and Kurt as the handsome groom. And yet . . .

It wasn’t that Kurt was ignoring Jimaine. He had greeted her effusively when she had entered, catered to her every voiced desire, remained well within view during the whole party. But Stefan noticed, aside from the first moment, he never really looked at Jimaine. He answered when she called for him, but he never initiated a conversation with her. And while in view, he was almost never in arms reach of her. If his sister wanted something, she had to walk over to him, never the other way around.

“Don’t you want a husband who will actually see you rather than take you for granted?” he whispered to himself.

~~~~~~~

He crouched on a hillside, burying himself in the low shrub. It was nothing like Bavaria or Winzeldorf or Schwarzwald or any other place he’d ever been hunting. There were no trees, what little cover existed came from the shadows of hills and rocks and low scrub. But that meant the same thing for his opponents. On the battlefield, it was only a question of whose eyes were sharper, whose reflexes were faster. And so far, he’d been better than all his challengers.

Through the scope, he watched a sparrow land and peck at the frozen soil. He followed it into the brush, searching for the telltale glint of metal. He snuggled deeper into the camouflage blanket, letting it obscure the shadow of his body and hold back the biting cold. He’s the only one on watch this hour, the rest of the squad in exhausted, fitful slumber will eventually end at an officer’s command or the whistle of incoming bombs with the dawn.

Not seeing any threats, he takes a few minutes to pull out his holdout. He cleans the pistol but refrains from polishing it. Too many fellow soldiers have lost their lives from either lack of maintenance or from bright flashes of metal in the dark. An explosion of red breaks the early morning gloom and the silence and he abandons his post, shouting directions to the other waking soldiers. More explosions wrack the night and they retreat through the trenches, the sand and mud and worse sucking the warmth from their legs with every step. A man ahead of him stumbles and falls, and he grabs him by the leather harness on his back. When a break occurs in the artillery fire, he realizes that the man he was dragging was already dead.

~~~~~~~

It’s ridiculously easy to gain access to the cabaret. Despite being frequented by Weimar officials, it’s not one of the higher quality ones. The bouncer doesn’t bother to even ask for ID, nodding him through with barely a glance at the crow’s-feet around his eyes and his thinning hair. He drops his trench coat at the unmanned coat check but keeps his scarf and hat. Inside, no one even glances as he takes a seat at the corner of the bar. Two drinks later, and he leaves his seat for the bathroom.

It’s the work of moments to flip his suit jacket inside out, the white lining hastily limned in black thread to imitate the waiters’ uniforms. His accessories go under the jacket and the blue mask goes his face, hiding the gas scars. Again, he’s thankful for the target’s poor choice of venue. The masks are as gimmicky as they come but all the servers are wearing similar ones and with the dim lighting it could be anyone under the fantastical facade.

It’s another hour before the target shows up and Kurt’s reminded why he hates jobs like these. The music isn’t bad and he’s spent longer on his feet assisting senior surgeons, but suppressing the urge to beat all the rude fools to death is always a chore. But finally, the officer comes in with about half a dozen friends, including a few working girls. The loose way they hang over each other could be an issue, but he’s brought enough strychnine for all.

One of the longer, and frankly more interesting acts comes on stage and he makes his move. About five minutes in, he goes around the table, refilling drinks and dropping quick dissolve capsules in the champagne. The officer and his friends are too riveted to consume their drinks, and he drops off their meals just as the lights come back on. Another fifteen minutes of serving, he slips back into the bathroom changing back into his suit. A couple more drinks at the bar, and then he leaves, just as the first member of the party collapsed.

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“Jimaine, grab his things.” Stefan lifted the shorter man by the collar of his shirt and threw him out of the wagon. “We’ve reached Winzeldorf, as promised. Don’t let me catch you hanging around here again.”

Kurt brushed himself off, then caught the untidy parcels his foster sister tossed him. “I’ll pray that God will soften your heart and you will repent this, brother.”

“Pray for yourself, murderer!” With that, he turned and ordered the caravan back on the road. Behind them, Kurt slipped on his boots and jacket, gathered his possessions and slipped off into the night.

~~~~~~~

“There’s been extensive degloving across the entire back.” Dr. Wagner let the orderly clear a path through the busy hallways only pausing when they reached the entrance of the theatre.

“Is there any intact skin?” He stripped off the scarf he was wearing and the broader man flinched and averted his eyes.

“I-I don’t think so. The only place that wasn’t shredded was the front of his torso and using skin from there would be like robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The orderly shot the surgeon a confused look as he reached into a wardrobe in his office. “Is that a butcher’s apron?”

“I can never seem to remember to change my clothes before going home. I thought maybe trying to protect my clothes during surgery might at least make me look less suspicious.” The older man quickly tied the apron strings behind him. “Hmm, there doesn’t seem to be much to work with. What about the limbs?”

“Dr. Connors isn’t too optimistic about the results. He said there’s going to be at least one amputation, maybe multiple ones, although he’s holding off until you’ve patched the torso.”

“In that case, I’ll take the skin from the limbs and try to patch over the torso with that.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s wise, doctor?”

He reached back into the ward to pull out the black leather bag containing his personal equipment. “The man’s as good as dead anyway, so this is the perfect time to experiment. If he lives, all well and good, if he dies, that’s what everyone was expecting anyway. Really, there’s nothing to lose in this case.” He replaced his scarf with a new surgical mask and also put on a new pair of thin rubber gloves. “Now go start the carbolic spray.”

~~~~~~~

“Do you ever think about leaving the city?”

Kitty had spent the past 2 hours staring at her typewriter and welcomed the interruption. “Leaving New York? Sometimes, I think it would be nice to live in Boston or DC for a change but I’m pretty happy here. Definitely not going back to Chicago though. Too close to my parents.”

“Not what I meant. I mean something like going out to New Jersey. Or Ridgewood or Greenville.”

Her lips twisted down. “Ugh, no! I hate the idea of living in the countryside, I’d be so bored. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged and then waved a hand in the air, dismissing the subject. “I’ve been a little homesick. Missing the woods of Winzeldorf.”

Kitty lay her hands on the keys, but didn’t apply any pressure to them. “I’m telling you right now, if you’re planning that we get married and move out to some pastoral green acres, I’m giving back the ring immediately.”

His laugh turned into a snort turned into a brief coughing fit. Once he got his breath back (after Kitty fetched him a drink of water) he demurred. “Not right now, certainly! If nothing else, I’d make less moving out of New York. But maybe in a couple of decades, after I retire, would you consider it?”

The frown melted off her face and was replaced by contemplation. “I’ve got to admit, it still doesn’t sound good to me but who knows how I’ll feel in twenty years. Ask me then.”

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“There’s another one gone. That’s the third one this year.” Dr. Connors was back from probation (or maybe more accurately stated, he was back on probation).

“Who’s gone?”

“Another one of the nurses. Bertha, I think her name was. They all swear they’re single when they first start, but six months later they’ve gotten engaged to some patient and they’re gone.”

Dr. Wagner looked up from the desk where he was writing case notes. “That’s no good. We can’t stop them from falling in love, but we’re short-handed. Can’t they at least have the decency to tell us when they’re getting engaged so that we have a few months' notice to hire a replacement and train her?”

“Even if the girls are too silly to think of that, you’d think the patients would. But it’s out the door and straight to the chapel.” Connors took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. “Still, it gives men like you a much-needed advantage.”

Blue eyes narrowed above his mask. “What does that mean?”

“Well, I suppose the fact most of your patients are under ether makes it difficult for you to impress them. Still, I’m sure that a few of the lady patients have thought even you to be as hotsy-totsy as Valentino. Or maybe you’ve had a few shebas in the linen closet? Either way, it’d be a sockdollanger for you.”

Kurt took several minutes to untangle the slang that Connors was using. Once he did, he straightened up like a poker had been rammed up his backside. “I’m married, thank you very much.”

The other man simply grinned at him. “Is she from Canada?”

The German refused to dignify that with an answer, instead just dumping the remaining paperwork on the other doctor’s desk and walking out.

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“Dad sent you over a Christmas gift.”

Kurt looked up from the journal he was reading. “Your parents don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“Yeah, I know. But I think they’ve finally resigned themselves that I’m not going to move back to Chicago and marry a nice Jewish doctor the way they want me to, so they’re at least acknowledging your existence now.”

“Does it help at all that at least I am a doctor? Even if I’m not very nice. ” He carefully unwrapped the fire-engine red wrapping paid and set it aside. Inside the matte velvet box was a pocket watch with the Star of David emblazoned on it. “What’s this?”

“It’s the bare minimum. I think they’re lying to their friends, telling them the reason I’m not coming back is that I really did marry a nice Jewish boy from Queens. If they really accepted you, Mom probably would have pushed that we do another wedding ceremony in Chicago. I suppose I should just be grateful she didn’t sit shiva for me.” Kitty slid down the side of the armchair to curl into his side. “That’s a Pryde family heirloom. It’s been passed down from father to son for about five generations now, but well . . . Dad always said he’d give it to the guy I’d marry. So there’s that.”

He set the journal on the coffee table and pulled her into his lap. “I suppose it would be rather difficult for you to run away now. No one’s going to believe you if you say I’m a bigamist or cheating on you.” He slid his hand around her side, down over her ribs. “And I’m definitely not impotent.”

She giggled at the tickling sensation. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in exchanging you for a new model, even if your hair is vanishing faster than a dewdropper’s scratch on a bangtail.”

A brief pause. “I have no idea what you just said.”

She chortled again, leaning up to kiss the crow’s-feet around his eyes. “It’s not important. Just be glad at least one of my parents has accepted our marriage. Albeit dragging his feet all the way.”

He thumbed the lid of the pocket watch, tracing the Star with his nail. “Still, it takes a lot of bravery to step out of your comfort zone and let your daughter make her own decisions on these things. Such courage should be rewarded. Do you think he would take it amiss if I returned the gesture?”

She squirmed around until she was lying crosswise in his lap, the cold point of her nose touching bare skin just above the collar of his shirt. “I think that would be a bad idea. He’s gone out of his way to follow your culture this time, now it’s your turn to show that you respect his traditions.”

Kurt sighed, the sound slightly muffled by the mask. “I can’t exactly go back in time and ask his permission to marry you again. And Hannukah’s already passed . . .”

He felt more than saw her shrug. “Dunno. But Dad always did want a boy . . . “

“Well, I’ve never had a father. Maybe we can bond over that.”

#noir au #dr wagner

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marceltorak · 5 years ago

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ABCs of your OCs I found this floating around and thought it would be an amazing way to give some real in-depth background on a character in ways I never thought of before. So I copied the list and here we go!

A -huge- thank you to @kalissimsblog for the stunning photo edit of my picture of Sinostra.

Sinostra Orphan ABC Questionnaire.

A: Aptitude 1. what are your OC's natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Sinostra is a natural at healing and sewing and has been working on perfecting both since she was a young girl. 2. what activities have they participated in? For fun, she participates in singing to Elune on nights of the full moon or relaxing in the garden Abenta grew for her. In terms of what she’s participated in the most, I would have to say healing on the battlefield as a combat medic. 3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? Healing came naturally to her but her mental telepathy skills are something she developed over time. Several techniques as a priestess require some ability in mental powers and she chose to really hone this skill into one that is quietly formidable as a backup weapon. 4. what things are they bad at? She isn’t that great of a cook. She leaves the kitchen to Sinadra and the gardening to Abenta because she can’t tell weeds from flowers until they bloom. 5. what is their most impressive talent? Her most impressive talent would be her healing skills and more specifically her special skills she developed herself that got her kicked out of the church of Elune.

B: Basics 1. what is their hair colour? Royal Purple 2. what is their eye colour? Silver 3. how tall are they? Well if I math right (no promises) She’d be about 7 and 1/2 to 8 feet tall? 4. how old are they? In terms of how long I’ve roleplayed her, she’s aged over the years from a woman just cusping on adulthood to middle-aged. It really depends on where in the story I start to tell it. 5. how much do they weigh? That’s a math question I cannot really do well so I’d say she’s leaning to the side of slightly underweight or close to there. She’s always been a bit on the too skinny side.

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? Sinostra sits like a grand old lady. Knees together, ankles together slightly to the side with her hands resting lightly in her lap folded together and back straight. 2. in what position do they sleep? She likes to curl up into a ball if she’s alone but if she’s sharing with someone she tends to be a cuddler. 3. what is their ideal comfort day? Her favourite way to spend a day of rest is to sit by the Moonwell in the yard surrounded by Abenta’s flowers and sew while feeling the sun on her head. 4. what is their major comfort food? why? Her favourite meal would be venison stew because when Sinadra makes it, it’s just about the best thing ever. It’s full of flavour and fills you right up and it's nice and juicy and warm. 5. who is the best at comforting them when down? Abenta is the best at comforting her through cuddles while Matheus is the one to give her wise and gentle advice. Matheus being Sinadra’s mate.

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? Sinostra surprisingly isn’t one for decorating. When the sisters built the orphanage she didn’t really put much thought into it past functionality. She leaves that to others and instead just enjoys the natural beauty of the wood grains in the house and the flower garden outside the house. 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? Veshada, her daughter shares a bed with her since her mate is out to sea most often shipping orders from here to there. So she hasn’t really decorated or even prepared a room for her daughter. 3. how do they decorate their own room? She put lace curtains in the window once after a fancy to see if she could make it herself. She hasn’t done much else since. She really just prefers to sit outside and enjoy nature’s beauty than to decorate inside. 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? Sinostra tends to prefer darker colours in her clothes. Best way to hide bloodstains. But she will wear white robes of her high priestess status when she must. Her style is very modest with skirts that reach the ground and little to no cleavage ever revealed. She’s always been shy in public eyes. 5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? She would prefer to be a bit more stylish but her practical side scorns it at the same time. She loves making pretty clothes for others to wear and follows fashion in some ways but for herself, she tends to neglect this because of the fact that she’s often called for emergencies and her nice things get ruined with blood.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? Sinostra is more secretive than she lets on, she’s really good at that. She’s very gentle and kind and shows a great deal of care and understanding to the outside world. But she has her secrets, even from her sisters. 2. do they do things that conform to the norm? She is not one to conform to the norm just for the sake of fitting in. She stands up for what she believes and will face any army she must if that’s what it takes. 3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? She will follow trends if they do not conflict with her beliefs but generally, she does her own thing her own way and it works well for her. 4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? If the internet existed she would not be up to date with its fads. She’d rather be out in the garden listening to the water lap inside the Moonwell. 5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own? Sinostra doesn’t hide who she is at her core and that’s what makes her secrets so well kept because she’s so open generally that one wouldn’t think she had something to hide. She is who she is and doesn’t have to explain that about herself.

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? She likes to sew, to sing and to be out in the garden. 2. what is their ideal party? Lots of laughter. A peaceful setting with everyone feeling content and relaxed. Nothing too crazy or frantic. 3. who would they have the most fun with? Shaleen. She and Shaleen both love to sit quietly and the two are often found together just being quiet together. 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? While Sinostra is one to move at the beat of her own drum she isn’t one to break laws unless she has good reason to. 5. do they go out a lot? She’s out of the home more often than she’d like but her job is to heal the sick and the wounded and that keeps her busy.

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? Her tender gentle smile. 2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? Her empathy and willingness to offer comfort. 3. what benefits come with being their friend? In Sinostra you will always have a loyal companion who is on your side. Even if she has to gently chide you when you stray off and get lost now and again she will always welcome you back without judgement. 4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? She is proud of her family and what they have built together. She likes kindness in herself and dislikes the darkness. She is yet to truly find a balance she is comfortable with and continues to work on her path of discipline. 5. what parts of others do they envy? She envies Abenta’s joy, Dahala’s free morals and Dikalie’s quick to laugh quick to rage temperament. Sinostra in all things is usually calm and gentle or at least in control of herself. She envies her sisters their passionate expressions of self.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room? Sinostra would prefer warmer to cooler in room temperature but can and will endure any. 2. do they prefer summer or winter? She prefers Summer for the flowers. 3. do they like the snow? She does enjoy the snow and how beautiful it is for the few seconds it’s untouched before her sisters wake and play in it. 4. do they have a favourite summer activity? Sitting by the Moonwell sewing. 5. do they have a favourite winter activity? Sitting by the fire sewing.

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality? Sinostra is Heterosexual 2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? No, she’s never doubted her attractions. 3. have they ever questioned their gender? No, she’s always been confident in her womanhood. 4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? Her sisters will always love her and accept her for who she believed herself to be. 5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? She’s never had to confess her preferences to her sisters but if she did it would be relatively quickly once she came to the conclusion about how she felt. She trusts her sisters to accept her.

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? Her sisters are her greatest joy as are the children in the orphanage. 2. who makes them happy? Tyvius Zarzamee certainly does his best when he’s ashore but otherwise, it’s her family and her work. 3. are there any songs that bring them joy? The song of praise they sing to Elune on the full moon is her favourite mainly because of how they all instinctively blend in and harmonize with each other. 4. are they happy often? She is happy more often than she is not. Her life while hard and is one she is pleased with. 5. what brings them the most joy in the world? Saving a life.

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? Never. No matter how hard life got she always had hope it would get better and she would just have to keep trying harder. 2. have they ever thought about homicide? She is a soldier in the end even if she is a healer. There are times she has to take a life in order to save a life. She is no stranger to this and isn’t one to hesitate when it comes to defending others. 3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? She has in order to save others. Mainly on the battlefield but once most significantly in Darnassus city it’s self. 4. who would miss them if they died? Her sisters, her mate and her children would miss her most significantly but I think the world would miss her as she is a very well known priestess. 5. who would be happy they died, anyone? I don’t think anyone would be specifically happy she died even among the Horde as she is well known and well respected all over.

L: Lemons 1. what is their favourite fruit? Peaches. 2. what is their least favourite fruit? Blueberries. 3. are there any foods they hate? There isn’t any food she will refuse to eat, she remembers what it’s like to starve but raw meats would be at the bottom of her list. 4. do they have any food intolerances? She isn’t allergic to anything or has any bad reactions to food. 5. what is their favourite food? Sinadra’s Venison Stew.

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son? She has a daughter and knows that her mate kinda hopes for a son to take over his shipping business someday. She’s in no rush but she certainly hopes for more children. 2. how many children do they want? As many as Elune will bless her with. Adopted or biological. 3. would they be a good parent? She is a good mother. Her sisters and her children often say so. 4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter? Her daughter’s name is Veshada and if she had a son? Well, I’m sure she’ll be inspired when the time comes. 5. would they adopt? Yes, she has.

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do? She will never reject her sisters, no matter what they do. Same for her close friends. 2. what have they never done that they want to do? Live in a time of peace with no more Orphans and everyone is relatively safe. 3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? She cannot fathom sadistic hatred. Even in herself. 4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? Once she and Tyvius were a little naughty in his personal helicopter while up in the air. 5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do? She never thought she’d become the hero she has. She always believed that she’d be pushed aside and forgotten her whole life but her skills and the skills of her sisters are ones the world couldn’t ignore even if they wanted to.

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? She tends to be Optimistic. 2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others? She is a peaceful optimistic. Her quiet calm shows her hope for the future instead of insisting things will be better she just acts and lives like it will be if she keeps working hard. 3. are they good at giving advice? Yes, she’s often asked for advice. 4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? Abenta is always so energetic and optimistic that even if Abby didn’t mean to she would end up pushing her optimism on others. 5. were they always optimistic? She’s always had faith in the future and so I’d say yes she’s always been optimistic.

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait? Her patience and gentleness. 2. what is their worst personality trait? She can be frustrating because she’s always so calm. Sometimes it seems like she doesn’t care as much as she really does to others who don’t know her well. 3. what of their personality do others love? They love her warmth. Her ability to envelope them in peace and acceptance. 4. what of their personality do others envy? Her sisters sometimes wish they could be as patient as she is or as calm but it’s their passion that she envies so they’re even. 5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities? Hate is a strong word to Sinostra and she isn’t really one to hate someone. But a person who enjoys harming innocents is certainly a personality she’d rather not come across.

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? Usually no she doesn’t ask for help. She’s too busy helping to stop and ask. 2. do they ask questions in class? She did when she was an acolyte at the Temple of Elune. 3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? Sinostra is very open and honest so usually, she’s willing to answer even if it’s embarrassing. 4. do they ask weird questions? She probably does but not all that often. 5. are they curious? She is about people. She loves to listen and learn about a person.

R: Rules 1. do they follow the rules? Unless she has to, she will follow the rules. 2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? She tends to be the more gentle parental figure who lets things slide a bit before stepping in and putting her foot down. 3. have they ever been consequences for breaking a rule? She was expelled from the Temple of Elune for developing a style of healing that relied on skill rather than faith. 4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking? No. She doesn’t regret when she’s broken rules because she’s always had a reason for it. 5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous? Sometimes she might but she chooses to respect them until they get in the way of her helping someone important.

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? She’s fairly street smart. She can survive on her own if she has to. 2. would they give money to someone on the streets? She doesn’t give money, she usually gives clothes and or food if she can’t help them find shelter. 3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? Yes, she has. 4. has anything happened to them on the streets? Oh, I’m sure a lot has happened. After all, she was still rather young when she was kicked out of the temple and had to survive on her own on the streets. 5. are they cautious when out? It’s instinctual to be careful. If she isn’t at the Orphanage she’s usually in her battle gear and armed even if she seems relaxed she’s aware of what’s going on around her.

T: Truth 1. are they honest? She is honest by choice and very so usually. 2. can they tell if someone is lying? If she wanted to she could -always- tell but she chooses to respect others privacy so there are times that lies get past her. Though she can often tell by their body language if they are. 3. is it obvious when they’re lying? No. If she chooses to lie there is a reason to motivate it so she says the lie without guilt and thus doesn’t usually give herself away. 4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? She’s only ever lied to protect someone so, no. 5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will? Has she told a truth that hurt someone when spread out by others outside of context? Perhaps but nothing really comes to mind where her truth hurt someone.

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? Yes. At the temple. 2. have they bullied anyone? No. 3. have they been physically attacked by a bully? No, the church wasn’t one to dirty their hands. Though at one point the tried to hire an assassin to silence her. 4. have they ever been doubted? For a long time, her skills and desire to help people was doubted. But time proved her ally. 5. have they surprised people with being good at something? She often surprised her fellow soldiers with little things about herself. She’s generally private when out on the field and only relaxes at home.

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? She did when she was pregnant with Veshada. 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? No. 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? Yes, that is one of her specialties. 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? When she’s feeling ill or wants some comfort she will go brush Shaleen’s hair or cuddle with Abenta. 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting? She’d probably cough when being sick (vomiting) and perhaps burps when nauseous.

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? Yes, she’s always paying attention to the state of her own body. 2. have they learned to swim? That’s something she learnt quickly when she got sisters. 3. do they like to swim? She enjoys it but, she prefers floating to swimming and doesn’t get to often since the others are noisy. 4. can they dive? She can but not very well. 5. can they swim without holding their nose? Yes.

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favourite genre of music? Traditional Elven music. 2. do they have a favourite song? The song of praise to Elune. 3. do they have a favourite band/artist/singer? Just her and her sisters singing together. 4. can they sing well? She’s a beautiful soprano. 5. can they rap? No.

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? I was about 20 years old when World of Warcraft was first released. 2. what inspired you to create them? I made Sinostra and each of the sisters to represent an aspect of myself. Sinostra was my gentle caregiver side. 3. were they different when they were first created? Yes and no. Her core self is still the same but she is more mature and has evolved into her own self. She’s a lot more than the 1D character I first made. 4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? I adore writing about Sinostra but, each of the sisters is just as important to me because of what they represent. 5. what’s your favourite thing about them? I love her kindness, her tenderness and how calm I feel when I play her.

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favourite animal? She isn’t really huge on animals, She adopted a Worg pup once but any other animal that came into the house was usually attached to someone else. Even the worg liked Sinadra better when she was home. 2. do they like animals? She likes them but they tend to like other people more. 3. cats or dogs? She took in a worg pup but I think she might like cats better because of Abenta’s habit of shifting into a panther to cuddle. 4. what’s their dream pet? One that loves her the most. 5. do they have any pets at the moment? She still has the worg pup who’s now grown some but it’s more Sinadra’s than hers if she’s not away from home.

#TheOrphans #World of Warcraft #ABC Questions

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zzizzigom · 7 years ago

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The Stars | Hyungwon

Characters: Princess!Reader x Hyungwon Genre: Fluff, sweet innocent fluff Length: 2290 words A/N: wow I actually wrote something I didn’t give up on two paragraphs in...and no this was in no way inspired by the waltz scene in the cat returns eep

You didn’t want to be here. Sitting at your throne, you leaned your chin onto your palm and heaved a heavy sigh. The mask on your face is uncomfortable but every time you reach for it your mother gives you an angry and pointed look. As much as you love your dress, you’d much rather be out of the lace and silks and snuggled into your plush bed.

A few ladies of the court scurry past while peeking over at you and giggling. Your upper lip twitches in annoyance. No matter who you are, people talk if you don’t dance at least once. It makes a person seem undesirable if they’re not invited to the dance floor. You have been invited a whole whopping zero times and the other party guests are starting to take notice.

“Darling, at least try to have fun,” your mother murmurs. “The men are back from the battlefields and want to have a good time.”

“I’m sure most of them would also be anywhere else. They’ve just come from war and are now expected to party? Shouldn’t we let them rest and take time for themselves?”

You’ve never understood this tradition. Though you’ve never been out on the fields, you don’t think you’d want to go directly to a party after fighting all day everyday.

“Some men want to forget the horrors they’ve seen,” your mother explains. “Let them do so without throwing a tantrum.”

“I’m not doing anything of the sort,” you point out. “I’m just not in the mood.”

“Please, Y/N,” your mother pleads. “I’m not going to make you do anything, but please just try to look somewhat pleasant.”

With that, your mother stands and descends the steps to join your father in talking to the guests. You sigh again and soon a lean shadow is cast over you. Peeking up you see Jinsoul grinning down at you.

She looks stunning, an iridescent blue-white gown with a mask that almost looks like it’s made of fish scales. Her long blonde hair cascades down past her shoulders in waves. She looks like a siren, here to collect the hearts of young men....

...Or maybe young women, you think as you spot another friend, Kim Lip, watching from across the room.

“Lip and I are sneaking out. We’re going to go change and then meet a bunch of friends out in the towns. What do you say, Highness?”

The temptation is there. Anything but this snobby party sounds fun at this point. But...

“I can’t, my mother would murder me,” you roll your eyes. “Plus you know how paranoid she is. The whole royal police force would be on my ass in less than an hour.”

“Such vulgar language from the most beloved princess!” Jinsoul feigns a look of disbelief. It breaks into a bright smile when you reach up to shove her shoulder. “Fine, fine. Choerry’s staying too, I’ll send her your way to keep you company.”

“Don’t make the poor girl give up her evening for me. Just go. You all have fun.”

Jinsoul gives you a curtsy and when you move to swat her arm she dodges with a laugh and rushes off to Kim Lip. The two of them give you a parting wave before stepping out of the ballroom.

Left alone once more, you slouch as much as you can get away with and look out at the party. Citizens are chatting together, a few couples are dancing in the middle. You notice a tall figure in a navy blue jacket speaking to the orchestra. His dark, silky hair catches the light, looking like onyx.

You don’t know why he’s caught your attention, but even from behind you can tell he holds a certain charisma to him. The maestro nods to whatever it is the man is asking for before continuing his task at hand.

The man suddenly turns and meets your gaze straight on. Your head tilts curiously as he approaches. Under his navy jacket, he wears all black. His shirt is without wrinkles and tucked into his pants which are in turn tucked into his boots. Aside from a few scuffs, they look freshly polished. The mask on his face is black as well with a gold painted outline. It only covers the top half of his face, his plump lips in a visible half smile. This man came with a purpose.

You’re shocked to find your heartbeat getting faster as he approaches you, confidence almost rolling off him. Once he stands on the bottom steps, he pauses and gives you a polite bow. When he straightens again, his eyes pierce into your own and even with the mask blocking most of the light from his face, they seem to sparkle.

“Your Highness,” he nods his head at you and his smile brightens ever so slightly. “It’s an honor to be in your presence.”

Now that he’s standing before you and his husky voice has graced your ears, you realize there’s a familiarity to him.

“Do I know you? Have we met before?”

You catch a spark of shock in his eyes before it’s gone. “I’m afraid not, your Highness.”

Despite his words, you frown. “Are you sure?”

He seems to falter this time, you catch the motion of teeth biting the inside of his cheek. “U-um, no your Highness, I’m sure. I’d never forget meeting someone as lovely as you.”

Your eyebrow twitches at the cheesy line, but your lips also quirk into a smile. The man smiles back and takes this as encouragement to continue. “I would be very honored if you would give me one dance this evening. I noticed you seem uninterested in the celebrations and wish to put a smile on your face.”

“Uninterested may be too nice of a word to describe how I feel,” you say with a short laugh. “But I will accept the dance. You’ve piqued my interest more than anyone else at this party.”

“Why, I shall take that as a great compliment.” The man gives a small smirk and holds out his hand.

You giggle as you reach forward to take the stranger’s outstretched hand. His fingers are long and nimble and even through the gloves you’re wearing you can feel the heat of his hand on yours. There’s something strangely comforting in it and you can’t help but relax your posture at the feeling.

As the man leads you towards the center of the dance floor, people begin to notice that you’ve stepped off the throne. The chatter dims down to murmurs and you blush slightly at everyone’s eyes on you. But you’re also feeling a rush of confidence. You’re sure the two of you look stunning together, the contrast of your shimmering gold gown against the man’s almost all black outfit must be charming.

The dancers clear the floor for you and when you’ve fallen into position with the man, he nods towards the maestro and a new song begins. The intro to the song is short, but enough time for the man to step closer to you. When the beat picks up, you let the man lead you through the movements.

You peek up and met the man’s gentle, caressing gaze. He smiles at you and you’re once again struck by the feeling that you’ve met him before. Your brain runs through your memories, almost in a hurry. However it’s momentarily paused when the music gives a small crescendo and the man lifts you just enough to twirl, your skirt billowing out around you.

A startled laugh escapes your lips at the action and the man’s smile breaks into a grin. Another small crescendo sounds and with it another lifted twirl. You completely lose yourself to the joy that overcomes you. As he spins you and gives a small dip every now and then, you let yourself get lost in the man’s twinkling eyes.

The feeling of his hand in yours and the other at the small of your back gives you a sense of comfort and safety. His chest pressed to yours is lean but strong, and where your hand rests on his arm you can feel the muscle.

You’re hardly aware of the song coming to its end until there’s clapping around you and your movements cease. Still holding the man’s gaze, the two of you step away from each other. In sync, you give a curtsy as he bows. When you’ve both straightened out again, he smiles and holds out his elbow to you. Without hesitation you wrap your arm around his and let him lead you to the gardens.

The two of you silently walk down the stone path. The warmth of his body seeps into you but you still can’t help the shiver that runs through you when a breeze blows past.

The man looks over at you and silently pulls away to shrug off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. Once the jacket is secure, he leads you to a bench and the two of you sit down.

Tilting your head back you look up at the stars and smile gently. “I’ve always loved it out here at night.”

“It’s like the stars are comforting you on hard days,” the man murmurs. His soothing voice seems to wrap around you as he speaks.

The memory just about knocks the air out of you.

“Your Highness, we can’t be out here. We’ll get in trouble!” Despite the words, you tug the lanky kitchen boy out of the castle and into the gardens. The night chill seeps through your nightgown and the dew on the grass is quick to saturate your silk slippers.

“We’ll be fine,” your younger self giggles. You tug the kitchen boy into a clearing in the garden and smile up at the night sky. “Isn’t it beautiful? It’s like the stars are comforting you on hard days.”

“Yeah it’s really pretty. But we really should go back inside now.”

“Relax, Hyungwon! Just a few more minutes.”

Hyungwon gives a worried look over his shoulder at the castle before relenting. You beam at his surrender and reach down to intertwine your fingers together.

Slowly you turn to face the man, but he keeps his gaze forward. Reaching out to cup his cheek you turn his face towards you. His eyes meet yours almost shakily and you’re so certain you know this man. Your hands reach behind his head and carefully tug on the ribbon holding his mask. As the accessory falls from his face, you suck in a deep breath.

“Hyungwon.”

“Hello, Y/N,” he replies sheepishly. “Long time no see.”

You swat at his arm, “Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

“It’s easier to be confident while anonymous.” Hyungwon shrugs. “And I truly didn’t think you’d remember me. It’d been so long after all. I almost bolted when you asked if we’d met before.”

“I’d never forget my first love.”

Hyungwon looks up at you, eyes wide. You roll your own at his expression. “There’s no point denying what it was between us, Hyungwon. You know, it really sucked without you here. And you never wrote me like you promised!”

“I’m sorry.” Hyungwon’s voice is low as he reaches for your hand. You let him take it and hold it in his lap. “When I was recruited for the military, I honestly didn’t think I’d make it through. I was a young, lanky, kitchen boy. I figured it was unfair for you to wait on a dead man.”

“Well, I’m looking at a very much alive man,” you snap.

“I met some friends and I, uh, told them I had someone at home. They helped me train to make sure I could come back. But by then I felt guilty about not writing immediately...”

You sigh and give his hand a squeeze. “I’m just glad you’re back here. And where did you learn to dance!”

“If you haven’t noticed I grew into my gangly arms and legs, I’m much more elegant.”

You quirk a brow at him and he sighs. “Fine, one of my friends helped teach me.”

With a laugh, you scoot closer to him and he removes one of his hands from yours to wrap it around your shoulders. Silence envelopes the two of you as Hyungwon rests his head atop yours.

Since Hyungwon had left your side, you’ve felt restless in your own home. Your childhood friend was pulled from your grasp and loneliness took over. Of course you had the girls, Jinsoul and Kim Lip doing their best to keep you happy and Choerry being a shoulder to lean on. But no one could fill the special place in your heart that Hyungwon had made for himself.

Hyungwon leans away and faces you suddenly. You look curiously but cease movement when you see him reach for your mask’s ribbon. When he pulls it away from your face, you feel almost naked as his eyes take in your visage. He sets aside the mask and leans in until his forehead is pressed to yours.

Warmth from his hands seeps into your skin as he cups your cheeks. “I missed you so, so much.”

Reaching up you cover one of his hands with your own and turn your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. “I missed you just as much.”

Hyungwon leans away and looks over his shoulder. “We should go back. There’s no doubt the people have noticed how long you’ve been gone.”

“I’ll only return to the party if you’re at my side,” you reply.

Hyungwon grins at you, a light pink dusting on his cheeks, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

#mxwriters #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #chae hyungwon #hyungwon #monsta x #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years ago

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The Nice Guy - Part 6 of 6

And thus draws to a close the end of my first miniseries. Also, I’m proud of myself for this story. It was challenging and I did it anyway. (Also I’m now crying because I’m so very single.)

Word count: 1488

Warnings: Straight fluff. Might make you cry level fluffy.

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Two years later:

“Remind me again why I’m your man of honor?” Bucky asked, slurping his smoothie as the four of you waltzed into Brooklyn Nails & Spa. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. The dress makes my butt look fabulous.”

“Clint beat me to asking Nat,” you grinned, “and I’m not letting you two stand on the same side during the ceremony. You can walk down the aisle together instead and imagine what it’ll be like when you finally ask her to marry you.”

“I have asked,” he muttered. “She says she’s not ready yet.”

You were all whisked in for your appointments before you could follow up on that revelation. First came the mani-pedis in a pale purple shade that complimented the dresses. Next came the hair. You let everyone choose how they wanted it styled since everyone had different lengths, but you all still had purple daisies in your hair. Mari wore hers as a flower crown, Peggy had a low bun with the flowers tucked around it, you had yours twisted into a few braids in your half-up half-down style, and Bucky had them tucked behind his ear on the side where his hair was pulled back. When you were all finished, it was back to the hotel to change into your dresses.

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In the groomsmen’s suite at the hotel, Nat was trouncing Sam in Battlefield 4.

“Please tell me,” Sam pled while frantically trying to regain lost ground, “that Bucky isn’t actually wearing a dress.”

“I’m wearing a suit. He wants to wear a dress, he’ll wear a dress.”

Sam shook his head. “This is gonna be the weirdest –”

“Nat,” Clint asked, rushing into the room, “where’s my tie? I can’t find my tie.”

“It was on the same hanger as your suit,” she called back without looking. “Did you check the closet floor?”

“It’s right here,” Steve interjected, entering the room with the missing accessory slung over his arm. “It got wrinkled so I steamed it.”

“Thanks.” Clint relaxed and let Steve tie it around his neck. “It’s nice someone is helping me get ready.”

“You’re a big boy,” Nat told him. “You’ll be fine.”

“Fine, she says,” he muttered. “I’ve never been this nervous before in my life and all she can say is I’ll be fine.”

“You will be,” Steve assured him, resting a hand on the anxious man’s shoulder. “Trust me. She already said yes. Everything will be perfect and it’ll be the best day of your lives.”

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“Peggy, can you zip me up?” Bucky asked. “Mari is helping Y/N into her dress and I can’t reach.”

“Sure thing, big guy,” she laughed, making her way behind the privacy screen they’d set up for him. Once the dress was zipped up, she gave him a once-over. “You weren’t kidding when you said the dress makes your butt look fabulous. You are seriously working that thing.”

“Why, thank you,” Bucky preened, looking in the floor-length mirror they’d set up. “Think Nat’ll like it?”

“Of course she will. That is definitely your shade of purple.”

“How do I look?”

The two of them turned at your voice and gasped in unison.

“Y/N, you look stunning!” Mari gushed.

You blushed slightly and stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, smoothing your gown to make sure it was lying properly.

“Clint is going to love it,” Peggy cooed, adjusting your train.

“Now I just have to keep it nice until the ceremony’s over,” you snorted, but your eyes were definitely shining. “Maybe I just won’t eat anything until the reception.”

“I planned a way around that!” Bucky reached into the duffle he’d dubbed his “wedding day emergency kit” and pulled out a modified bedsheet. “It’ll cover your dress without wrinkling it so you won’t have to worry about crumbs. The mini sandwiches will be delivered in a few minutes. I am not letting you spend your wedding day hungry.”

“Aw, Bucky,” Peggy said with a smile, “you thought of everything.”

“That’s why I’m the man of honor,” he joked.

You rested your hand on his arm. “Seriously, Bucky, thank you. I’m so hungry already! I’d have starved for sure if I had to wait.”

He winked at you, but his smile was soft. “Gotta make your day perfect, sweetheart.”

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Clint fiddled with his tie nervously as he stood at the front of the room, praying to anyone listening that he wouldn’t pass out. The music started and his attention snapped to the back of the room.

Your friends came down the aisle arm in arm. There was some giggling from the kids in attendance when Bucky and Natasha came out, Bucky in his dress and Nat in her suit, and Clint smiled at them fondly.

Then the music changed, those in attendance stood, and there you were on your father’s arm, beaming at him and looking radiant in your dress. Natasha had to nudge him to remind him to breathe. You were stunning, and every part of Clint was still amazed that you loved him back.

Neither of you heard much of your own ceremony, focusing instead on each other’s eyes until Nat was passing Clint the rings and it was time for your vows. The two of you had agreed to blend tradition with writing your own vows, so he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and began to read, looking up at you as often as he could without stumbling over his words.

“Y/N – I didn’t tell you I loved you; you figured it out. That moment will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life because the first thing you said when you did was, ‘Damn it.’” He paused as a low wave of laughter swept through the pews and you buried your face in your hands. “But it was okay, really, because I’d already convinced myself that we would never be together.

“Then you told me you wanted to give us a chance, and a few months later you told me you loved me back. Then, six months ago, you said yes.

“Every moment we have together, every time I hold your hand or see you smile or survive your morning breath,” another laugh, “is special because it’s better than I ever dreamed it could be and it’s more than I ever thought I would have. I’ll take whatever life throws at us and I’ll survive it because I have the amazing privilege of doing it with you by my side.

“And so I, Clinton Francis Barton, take you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I will forsake all others and cling only to you, loving you as you are with all that I am for as long as we both shall live. With this ring as a symbol of that promise, I thee wed.”

Your heart overflowed as you looked into the eyes of the man who owned your heart and treasured it with care. It had been a hard road to get to where you were, but you considered it worth every moment to be standing here with him.

“Clint – I was oblivious, then terrified, then curious. You never asked for more from me than I was willing to give, and that made me want to give you everything. You’ve always treasured me above everything else, not as an idea but as I am, flaws and all, and I hope that one day I’ll be half as good at treasuring you back. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t know where I’d be without you.

“When you hold me, I feel safe. When you’re near me, I feel secure. When you look in my eyes, I feel like I’m home. I never want to be apart from you.

“And so I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take you, Clinton Francis Barton, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I will forsake all others and cling only to you, loving you as you are with all that I am for as long as we both shall live. With this ring as a symbol of that promise, I thee wed.”

“By the power invested in me,” the minister closed with a smile, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The bridal party whooped and cheered as Clint pulled you into his arms and the two of you kissed for the first time as man and wife. It was deep and passionate, and carried the promise the two of you shared: that you would love each other, as you were, always.

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adilynia-kiden · 7 years ago

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Extreme Character Sheet: Pixie Edition

Character’s full name: Adilynia Eonaris Silverfall Reason or meaning of name: Her middle name is homage to the Titan Eonar; Protector of Life Character’s nickname: The Pixie Reason for nickname: Given by her sister due to Addie’s diminutive size, and the fact that when she was little, she used to train with her shield wearing fake wings. Birth date: December 20

Physical appearance

Age: 153 ( 26ish human) How old does he/she appear: 24-26

Weight: 120ish

Height: 5’5

Body build: Thin framed, with well toned musculature.

Shape of face: Square

Eye color: Teal (Soon to be gold!)

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Pale

Distinguishing marks: Seven freckles form under her right eye that looks like a constellation. Hair color: Black Type of hair: Thick strands that form in half curls. Tends to be unruly. Hairstyle: When fighting, always up. Everywhere else it tends to be let down, but the top portion is almost always braided to keep most of the strands from her eyes. Voice: Quiet, barely above a whisper most of the time. Overall attractiveness: 6/10 (Compared with the rest of Thalassian elves) Physical disabilities: None Usual fashion of dress: has a fondness for lace and soft fabrics when not in armor. Favorite outfit: Armor, or a sundress of some sort. Jewelry or accessories: Gold chain with a glass feather charm that hangs from her waist. Ear cuff that looks like Eonar’s vines, in silver and set with tiny colored gemstones.

Personality

Good personality traits: Loyal, Polite, Willing to listen, her empathy

Bad personality traits: Closes herself off, doesn’t talk about her feelings, unhealthy coping mechanisms

Mood character is most often in: Anxious

Sense of humor: Good

Character’s greatest joy in life:. Her family, her colors and her duty.

Character’s greatest fear:. Icecrown

Why? Addie’s sister died there, and simply being there drags up way too many feelings.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Already happened. Vynalia’s death. Now? Failing in her promise to @ly-canthos

Character is most at ease when: Alone and falling

Most ill at ease when: Around people

Enraged when: someone she loves gets hurt

Depressed or sad when: someone leaves

Priorities: Her oath, family and currently, her orders.

Life philosophy: “My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”

If granted one wish, it would be: An end to the faction wars on Azeroth. Why? Addie will always feel like the combined forces of Azeroth are greater than divisive factions. Character’s soft spot: Too many to count, but especially the love she has for her father. Is this soft spot obvious to others? Currently? Ehhh, she’s not happy with him, but usually? Oh yeah. Greatest strength: Loyalty Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Loyalty, it can make her very blind. Biggest regret: That she blamed Raelin for Vinnie’s death. Minor regret: That last box of caramels… Biggest accomplishment: Earning her colors and becoming a Knight of the Silver Hand Minor accomplishment: Not turning red for a full hour in Lycan’s company. Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Sooooo many. The worst probably being the time she blew up a kitchen trying to make cookies. Why? Because everything personal tends to embarrass her. Character’s darkest secret: How truly bad her PTSD is regarding Vinnie’s death, and also her mothers. Does anyone else know? Her father, Raelin… most of her knights have suspicions.

Goals

Drives and motivations: To be a worthy servant of the Light’s graces and serve with honor and dignity. Immediate goals: Keeping Teren safe. Not letting Lycan down. Not letting her father down. Not letting Raelin down. Each one of those things includes a dozen goals in and of themselves, so… its a lot at the moment. Long term goals: Continue serving the Silver Hand, and working to create a lasting unification between the Horde and Alliance. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: NO IDEA. She does know she has to leave her comfort zone, and that is a process she’s working on. Slowly. How other characters will be affected: Maladir will relish the chance to see his daughter step from Vinnie’s shadow, and he’ll be proud no matter what. Much the same with Raelin, and though he’d never admit it, he’ll miss having her around. As for Kidenland? Well…we shall see.

Past

Hometown: Silvermoon Type of childhood: Set in the upper echelons of Thalassian society, Addie had a very comfortable childhood that some would call idyllic. A good education, caring parents and a healthy family dynamic led to a wonderful upbringing overall. Pets: ‘Pets’ is a vague term for the fact that Addie keeps company with a whelpling named Neris, and a netherdrake called Vash.

First memory: Winter’s Veil, when Maladir made Addie her first tiny little shield to use.

Most important childhood memory: The day she won a spar against Vinnie, legitimately. Why? It took decades of getting knocked down by her older sister before Addie could honestly say she had won a duel against her. Vinnie would sometime let her win, but when she did it all on her own…it reminded her that even dragons can be beaten Childhood hero: Vynalia Silverfall Dream job: -named- Silver Hand hero Education: Classical education with a focus on Titan and Dragon studies. Countless tutors in weapons, tactics, war history and survival training. Religion: Devout follower of the Light Finances: Well off

Present

Current location: Nishan Marche

Currently living with: @teren-k @ly-canthos @daughterofkiden and whoever else makes an appearance! Pets: Neris and Vash (not pets...sentient dragons arent ‘pets’) Religion: Devout Follow of the Light Occupation: Silver Hand Envoy/ Protection Detail Finances: Well off

Family

Mother: Candaris Silverfall (Featherstorm) Relationship with her: Their shared love of Titans bonded Addie and her mother early on. Long conversations over cups of coffee was the norm. While Candaris insisted on a court life for Addie, she knew it would serve her well in a world full of liars and cheats. Instead of letting her youngest daughter keep her head in the clouds when it came to the gilded ballrooms of Silvermoon, she put her in the middle of it to prove that not all that glitters is gold. Father: Maladir Silverfall Relationship with him: Warm, caring and wonderful. Next to Vinnie, Addie’s father is the standard by which all things good are measured. Siblings: Vynalia Silverfall (deceased) Relationship with them: Attached at the hip, Addie’s adoration for her older sister could easily be classified as hero worship. No matter how brutal, callus and cold Vinnie could be on a field, she could never do any wrong when together with her sister. For Vinnie, the Pixie was everything good and pure in the world, and needed protecting at all costs. They were almost a decade apart, but the Silverfall sisters were twins in spirit. Spouse: None Relationship with him/her: N/A Children: None Relationship with them: N/A Other important family members: Raelin Dawnsorrow aka The Ironfist. Once engaged to the elder Silverfall sister, he had spent almost his whole life in their company due to living at the property adjacent to theirs. Early on, he came under Maladir’s command for his prowess on a battlefield and his ability to keep Vinnie’s battle rage tempered with mercy. Over the years, Raelin’s become the brother Addie never had. Their brief falling out over her sister’s death led to very dark times, but it was he who dragged Addie, kicking and screaming (literally) back into the Light.

Favorites

Color: Silver Hand blue

Least favorite color: Orange Music: Tastes range from the Tauren Chieftans to comedy songs. Currently remembering how much she enjoys the sound of a piano. Food: Yes. All of it. Just give her all the food. Literature: Historical accounts of battles, Titan mythology, journals of soldiers. Form of entertainment: Free-form mountain climbing, running, sparring, glass work. Expressions: Usually, carefully neutral save the copious amount of blushing. Mode of transportation: Clockwork panther, Vash the netherdrake or horses from the Silver Hand stables Most prized possession: Her shield

Habits

Hobbies: Glass blowing/work making stained glass windows Plays a musical instrument?: She can tinker out small songs on a piano, and carry a tune, but nothing extraordinary Plays a sport? Jousting? How he/she would spend a rainy day: Training. Just cause the weather is bad, doesn’t mean you can slack. Working. Or that is how she would have spent a day, given shes a resident of the Marche currently… she’d probably find a book, go curl up in the sunroom and fall asleep. Go sit in the rain.. just because. Spending habits: She’s not a lavish person, but certain things won’t be compromised on. Good food, good coffee, and good bed sheets. Smokes: Nope Drinks: Coffee Other drugs: Do dreamless sleep potions count? What does he/she do too much of?: Worry. What does he/she do too little of?: Self care Extremely skilled at: Holding the line, defensive tactics, sword play Extremely unskilled at: Do not ever give Addie a bow. Ever. Or make her cook Nervous tics: nail and lip biting, looking at the ground etc. etc. etc. Usual body posture: When standing still, she always looks like she is perpetually stuck in prayer. Head bowed, hands clasped together with a straight back. Mannerisms: Polite and demure. Peculiarities: The color of her eyes is an oddity in that they are teal. She’s rather short for a Thalassian elf.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist Introvert or extrovert? Introvert until she knows a person. Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil on and off a battlefield in terms of her climbing, cautious in everything else. Logical or emotional? Logical, but her emotions always get the better of her. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat

Prefers working or relaxing? Working Confident or unsure of himself/herself?: Always unsure and always second guessing. Animal lover?: Yup! Except spiders.

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: “I know my worth on a field, and that my last dying breath will be in defense of those that I love. Beyond that, all I can say is…I am trying.” One word the character would use to describe self: “Inhibited.” One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “Well, the parameters for such a description are lacking. Are we talking in terms of height and weight? If that is the case, I’m vertically challenged for one born of elven heritage, and stronger than I appear. Odd in the dark color of my hair for a paladin. I try and be worthy of the continued graces the Light bestows upon me, but I often feel as if I am one step away from falling into shadows. I don’t know as I will ever be comfortable in my own skin, unless I am behind my shield. I struggle with my emotions on a near hourly basis, but in the end, everything is the Light’s judgment, seeking to find if I am still worthy.”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? “My compassion. Though it was a hard learned lesson, as I struggle with emotional connections, I have learned to be at peace with offering it to another. The same can not be said when it is offered in turn.” What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? “My tenacity… stubbornness as some might call it. It’s the reason I hold a line…but it doesn’t translate well when it comes to personal interactions.” What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? “I would say my hands, as I know what they are capable of. However…the general consensus in the training yard is that I have a….well, that’s so say I spar a great deal and much of my training comes from fencing, which lends to lunges. I… think you may take from that what you will in regards to what my knights reference.” What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? “My height.” How does the character think others perceive him/her: “I would like to think that I am considered kind and pleasant enough to warrant continued company. However, I also know that my self imposed solitude often makes people stay at an arms distance for fear of interrupting me…which makes little sense, as I would much prefer conversation to my own thoughts.” What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: “How closed off I tend to be. It’s become… paramount that this changes, but it not such an easy thing to change, especially where the ticking of a clock is always right in my ear.”

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: “I enjoy watching people. Their stories play out like beautiful books… and most do not even realize it. They lead such beautiful lives, even in their pain…I see humanity for its best when the focus shifts from a field of battle and a fight for their very lives, to simply living for a moment. They offer insight when I am honored with any sort of company. They give me purpose behind my shield…if I can save just one from experiencing the pain of loss, the fight will have been worth it.” Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Always. Addie almost always has a careful mask of neutrality in place, though close attention will see it break… often. Person character most hates: Putress Best friend(s): Raelin Dawnsorrow Love interest(s): @teren-k @ly-canthos (Yeah, I updated it:P) Person character goes to for advice: Maladir or Raelin Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:. Teren Kiden, Lycan Maddox, Maladir Silverfall, Raelin Dawnsorrow, Annest Kiden. Every single person that draws breath. Person character feels shy or awkward around: Everyone? Person character openly admires: Turaylon, Uther, Tirion, Maladir, Vinnie, Raelin Person character secretly admires: Lady Liadrin Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Vynalia Silverfall

After story starts: Herself.

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HEAD

FACE SHAPE: oval, going off this chart (click) and his real-life face claim CHEEKS: A bit pink, but not to the point where it looks like blushing; Many adults have deemed them pinchable. CHEEKBONES: High and defined, but not sunken; To quote Rodi, ‘I’m in love with [Braig’s] cheekbones.’ LIPS: Bow-shaped, lower lip is fuller than upper; Almost naturally pouty, very pink. Can be a bit dry and cracked after some missions, but doesn’t chew them often, so they’re not too frayed. SKIN COLOR: Olive, light medium; He’s a bit lighter when he’s younger, because he didn’t leave the Temple until he was eight, and that was to go to Ilum, of all places, but he gets more sun when he starts going on regular missions. (Somewhere between III and IV on THIS SCALE (Click); the exact place on the range changes slightly, but yeah. Closer to III) SKIN TYPE: ‘normal’, as far as skin types go. Not especially oily, not especially dry, just somewhere in a neutral ground. (Not combination, though.) Rough and calloused around his palms, fingers, knuckles, and the bottoms of his feet, from training and missions, but relatively soft and smooth everywhere else. Scars brown, would be subject to a bit of hyperpigmentation if the Jedi couldn’t apparently use the Force as sunscreen (the Jedi Path taught me a lot) EYE SHAPE: almond-shaped, hooded, upturned at the outer corners EYE COLOR: Calf brown EYEBROW SHAPE: Full, straight, barely arches, tapers off EYEBROW COLOR: Black EYELASHES: Thick, long, black NOSE SHAPE: According to this chart, it’s a ‘small hero’ nose (which I find hilarious); Slightly hooked; Rounded tip, little bit of a button; Again, adults have reported that it is very boop-able HAIR TEXTURE: Thick, smooth yet unruly, and has a gentle wave to it HAIR COLOR: Jet black HAIR LENGTH: Depending on how old he is, it’s either about to his chin (baby Braig), just over his shoulders (young teenager), just passing his shoulders (older teenager), roughly the middle of his back (adult), or, heck, even down to his hips (Elder/old Braiggos) EARS: Somewhere between rounded and oval, unattached lobe, average size

UPPER BODY

SHOULDERS: A little narrow when he’s tiny, but puberty kicks him in the jaw and he broadens out by his late teens. ARMS: Toned - Muscular, though in the sense that it’s more ‘practical muscle’ and less ‘overly defined’; Buff for use, not for show, if that makes sense. Have you ever swung a sword around for a few hours? Great exercise. This kid uses two on a daily basis. A few noticeable veins, here and there; A couple small scars in various stages of fading. STOMACH AREA: Toned. His life is 24/7 training. This kid is ridiculously in shape. Probably some scars here, too. LOVEHANDLES?: Friend, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was buff, he’d vanish when he turned sideways. He’s got barely any fat on him. (It’s actually probably a little bit of a health issue.) CHEST/BREASTS: Smooth, also muscular. Taut, but not swollen or ballooned out. He’s lean, I suppose, is the word I’m looking for. Probably still a few scars. NIPPLES: Average size, reddish-brown in colour. BACK: Same as before - lean muscle, little scars here and there. Straight posture, a mixture of confidence, formality, and training. HAND SIZE: A little on the small side, honestly? Broad palms, long, slender fingers. Very calloused, along the palms, pads of fingers, and the knuckles (first two especially).

LOWER BODY

HIPS: They don’t lie, I’ll tell you that much. Again, muscular - a little wide, though whether this is due to muscle growth or just Braig being naturally a lil curvy, who knows. BOTTOM: As I said, he doesn’t have a lot of fat on him, so it’s not big, but like the rest of him, pretty toned. Both of his romantic partners in their respective verses have given it five stars. (He’s unsure what to make of this.) THIGHS: Sturdy, muscular, lean. He’s flexible, with great balance, honed through training. He can’t outmatch physical giants in the Jedi Order like Hano, or, to pick a canon character, Krell, in terms of raw strength, so he focuses on agility. He’s got nice legs. Again, probably a few small scars, here and there. CALVES: Proportionate to his legs. Muscular, the calves of a martial artist and a trained warrior. Also, more scars. LEG LENGTH: I suppose long-ish? They’re a bit longer than his head+torso, but not by much, so pretty average.

OTHER

BODY HAIR: Doesn’t have much. It’s pretty much localised to his underarms, and the nether regions. His arms and legs are bare, and he couldn’t grow facial hair if he tried. (He did, in fact, try, just on a whim. It was disappointing, to say the least.) What he does have is a bit sparse, and very dark - black, like his head-hair. SCENT: He smells a bit like leather, a bit like old stone, a bit like the air before a lightning strike (I, personally, imagine that lightsaber blades sort of give off that ozone-y energy smell), a bit like heated metal, like tea, and sweat, and battlefield dust, and the fake-not-pineapple scent of bacta and maybe a bit of medical disinfectant, a little like soap and shampoo and laundry detergent, and boot polish, and flowers, and weapons grease, maybe a bit like Obidad’s aftershave or cologne if he’s had a bad day and needs a tight hug. And a few people say he also smells a little like sweets, but that depends on the day. How much of each scent really depends on what he’s been doing recently. HAND NAILS: Very short, usually only a sliver of white over the pinks. Rounded and smooth, good for making a proper fist while also being well-manicured and clean. Sometimes, there’s a bit of dirt, or grit, or blood underneath, and other times there might be a bit of boot polish or weapons grease, but he washes his hands regularly enough that it’s never really a problem. He usually makes sure his hands are clean before leaving the Temple, if he can. TOENAILS: Short and neat, though he’s a bit less meticulous with his toes than with his hands - people don’t see his feet too often, and he doesn’t need his toenails short to make a fist. He keeps ‘em best as he can, but if they get a bit long, he won’t kick himself for it. VOICE: I think, at least as a teenager, he would in fact sound like his FaceClaim, Boo.Boo Stew.art - A really good clip of him talking (to puppies) is here: (click), though when he’s older, it does deepen; I’ll have to look for a good voice claim for that. One important thing to note is that he does have a Coruscanti accent; ‘English’, in our Earthling terms, though it’s closer to Ewan’s Ob/i-W/an accent, since that’s what Braig grows up with. ACCENT: As I said, an English/Coruscanti accent. It’s not too thick, no more than Obidad’s is. He has it in every verse - his bio father, Eadric, has a very English accent, as well, so he grows up with it no matter who he was initially raised by.

HEIGHT: 5’0” as a young padawan (eg from age 13), 5′7″ as an older padawan (eg from age 17), and 5′9″ is his full height. WEIGHT: 155.55 lbs is his full weight as an adult, but of course it depends on his age/height. PIERCINGS: None, though Rogue Braig and modern Braig have seriously considered getting a single earring in his left ear lobe. TATTOOS: None, though he has a few he’s considered. Again, Rogue and Modern Braig are more likely to have these. BRA SIZE: Doesn’t wear one. SHOE SIZE: Apparently it’s 8 in American men’s when he’s fully grown. I barely know my own shoe size, so I’m leaving this. PREFERRED CHOICE OF SHOES: Simple leather boots in canon; In modern, he has a battered pair of old hiking boots, and another set of old comfy sneakers, and those are the ones he loves most. CLOTHING STYLE: He dresses in pretty typical Jedi clothing. Brown tunic, trousers, boots and belt, often wears a red sash under his belt, and, of course, his scarf; He loses the scarf when he gets older, (around 16-17) and adopts more greys, as well as a brown tabbard and grey vambraces, as a Jedi knight, his shirt is grey with two brown stripes on the right sleeve (brown stripes on your sleeve, according to Legends canon, signify having been born in the Coruscant system; These things are completely optional, but he likes them). The brighter colours in his outfit shift away from red and towards purple. As a Sith/Sith apprentice? Black clothes, tunic, maybe a tabbard, red accents, typical stuff. As a Rogue, it’s a lot of thrown-together, whatever he can find type-stuff. He likes things with pockets, since he can hide things there, and he modifies most jackets he wears to have pockets hidden on the inside where he can stash his sabers. He likes leather jackets, and he’d absolutely be willing to shell out the necessary credits for armourweave clothes he can wear around. It’s a way less formal, refined look than he wore when he was younger. He’s still big on neutral/earth tones, but if he needs to buy more opulently coloured stuff to blend in, he will. He also wears a small, woven black ‘bracelet’ around his left wrist - this is his padawan braid that he cut off himself, and he melted the beads down to join the ends together. He fiddles with it when he’s stressed. Modern Verse Braig likes dark/neutral pants, jackets, shoes, etc, but bright and vividly coloured shirts, and accessories can fall on either end of the scale. He likes comfortable, durable clothes that he can move around in, and if he’s gonna get a design or graphic on his clothes, he prefers a simple picture. he’s not above wearing jewellery in this verse (or his Rogue verse, might I add) though, again, prefers a simple necklace or one of those camp-style friendship bracelets to anything else. GENERAL BODYSHAPE: I will say right now that finding accurate body-type name charts for men sucks (though one said Braig’s body-shape is called ‘Adonis’, and I think we’re both giggling). I guess it’s somewhere between inverted triangle and rectangle? Could even get off calling some younger shots hourglass, before he starts filling out and growing into himself. I dunno. He’s Braig-shaped.

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