#also he loves the young master no matter what gender they are

[fragrantpines]

(Taps mic) The B in Buddha's Temptation stands for Bisexual

[weirdsht]

cale with idiots in love trope

- "You're cute" "hm?" "I said you look like a boot."

- casual displays of affection, hand holding bc s/o would space out and may or may not get lost (directionally challenged)

- pretending everything is casual, but they're soooo in love with each other

- "I look like a mess" "the prettiest mess"

- the kids absolutely love when they get cuddles with cale and s/o

- maybe braiding cales hair??

- whenever cale goes somewhere and can't bring them, they'd go like "I'll be going for a while" (cale) "I'll always be here" (s/o)

- stealing cales clothes bc its comfy!!

- "are you asleep?" "...no" "wanna talk?"

- "I love you" "I've loved you my entire life"

Can’t Two People Be Friends? - Cale/Gn! Reader

tags: gender-neutral reader, deputy commander reader, getting together fic, vague novel spoilers, is told from Alberu's perspective, tired Alberu, save Alberu from his dumb dongsaeng, use of degrading words (e.g. stupid) but it's in a loving way, have I mentioned Alberu is tired of Cale's shit?

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another anon said: cale who acts like a lover to his "closest confidant", though they are not in a relationship, they certainly do act like one– to the point that his crew would question them, to which they'd respond "We're just friends" "What do you mean? They look at you like you're their entire world"– which then starts their operation, get cale a lover

Cale Henituse is someone who has a lot of people under his wing. He's a heroic person busy saving the continents– no, the world. Which was why it is no surprise to find out that he has a close confidant. He has a second-in-command who helps him plan everything and is in charge of backup plans in case something goes wrong.

All of that is normal. Expected even.

What isn’t normal is how they act towards each other.

They act like… people who have a deeper relationship than just friends, for lack of a better term.

Like right now. [Name] is holding onto Cale’s arms as they navigate through this tiresome ball. Looking at him as if he had hung up the moon and the stars.

“Your Highness, you are quite close to the both of them… are we sure they are merely close friends?”

One of the nobles talking to Alberu Crossman questions as everyone watches the commander-and-deputy-commander duo dance in the centre of the hall.

“Of course they are. They have said so themselves.”

Alberu adds on at the end about how they shouldn’t inquire about another person’s private life.

However, Alberu himself is quite frustrated.

It was the truth when he said the two are nothing more than friends. And that’s what frustrates him. The two idiots can’t see the way they stare at each other. Can’t notice how they are unconsciously each other’s priority no matter what happens.

Alberu also knows that he isn’t the only one feeling this way.

No, as a matter of fact, everyone in Cale’s group feels the same frustration the future king feels.

“When will they get together? They deny their feelings as if we didn’t see them cuddling last night while reading a novel.”

On complained one day while eating the crown prince’s cookies.

“I’ve always known that our young master was quite dense in the aspect of love but… hmmm, I must say that this level is getting frustrating.”

Ron shared his own opinion as he served everyone tea.

Well everyone except the two people who are the topic of their discussion. Of course, they aren’t. For they were busy cuddling in the newly installed swing in the garden of the black castle while reading a novel. [Name] is busy platonically nuzzling their head in Cale’s chest, while Cale himself is busy platonically draping his legs over [name] as they lay down on the large swing.

‘Merely friends my ass’

Alberu thinks to himself as he watches the two from the window while sipping on the tea Ron served.

The people inside the room merely complained about Cale and [Name]’s relationship. They did not say anything about forcing them to get together and be in a romantic relationship.

And it’s not because they respect what the two have now.

No, it was simply because they didn’t need to say such things out loud. The complaints they have said out loud are enough confirmation to ensure that everyone is on the same page.

That everyone will be doing their best to show those two knuckleheads that what they have is more than platonic.

“You do know that you only let [Name] braid your hair like that. Do you realise just how much special privilege you give them?”

“What special privilege? The kids also braided my hair.”

Alberu’s dumb dongsaeng stared at him in confusion and the crown prince swears his about to have an aneurysm.

“Yes, but they are your kids. Of course, you’ll indulge them.”

“That is true…”

For a moment Alberu thought that they were finally heading somewhere.

“But [Name] is the only one who can braid my hair neatly like this.”

Turns out the only place they are heading to is back to square one.

Alberu pushed down the urge to smack a chair in his beloved dongsaeng’s face. How could he forget Ron’s existence? The Ron that does every task perfectly, but still could not braid the redhead’s hair because ‘only [Name] can do it perfectly’.

Cale better be glad Alberu didn’t transform Taerang into a hammer and threw it in his face.

“I love you, you know that right?”

[Name] had asked Cale during one of their cuddling sessions and Raon’s ears perked up.

“Of course I do.”

Cale answered casually and it got Raon’s hopes up.

“Are you guys together???”

He asked, eyes full of hope.

“What do you mean silly? Of course, we’re together, we’ve been friends for years now.”

That night Raon did not speak to any of them, and the two idiots only thought he was sick and tried to coax him to talk to them.

Subtle advances like that continued for a while before they all admitted defeat. One day Rosalyn even straight up asked [Name] how they felt about Cale. To which the deputy commander only responded with “he’s my best friend of course” before going on their merry way to steal another one of Cale’s clothes.

Just when all of them are about to give up Alberu caught the two of them talking in that same swing one night. 

He was about to go back to the palace. Only went to sneak into Raon’s castle to talk to Cale about an important business that cannot be said through a communication device. However, just as he was about to teleport back he heard the two.

“Why are you still awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep. You weren’t in bed.”

“Wanna talk then?”

Alberu silently scoffs at them. Even their conversations sound like their married already.

They talk for a few minutes. Topics vary from the mundane to philosophical questions no one can answer. 

It didn’t look like Alberu would get anything from eavesdropping so he thinks about going home.

But then…

“I know we’re both too busy. I know this will only add more burden to you. However, I must say it.”

[Name] spoke gently. Their eyes which were previously watching the stars shifted their focus to stare at Cale’s face.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than life.”

That made the crown prince stop in his tracks. For a moment he remembers Raon’s complaints about how they seem to say “I love you” to each other without it meaning anything. For a moment he doubted if it was a confession.

Of course that didn’t stop him from recording the whole thing.

“I love you too. I’ve loved you this entire time. I’ll love you even after death.”

At Cale’s reciprocity, Alberu finally moved to give the privacy. He may want to see the two of them get together, but he does not want to see them kiss. A confession was enough to satisfy him.

But the irritation he feels from waiting for them to confess did not go away.

Hence why instead of going home he first went to his instructor, Choi Han.

Alberu Crossman did not say to the swordmaster. He only hands him a piece of paper before going back to his palace.

In that paper wrote:

The two idiots are finally together. I have a recording if anyone is interested. I’ll show it in exchange for a recording of you lightly smacking my lovely dongsaeng head upside-down. I’m sure my instructor will understand where I’m coming from.

Choi Han does. He greatly understands where his student was coming from.

That’s why, the next morning he was setting up a hidden recording device with a smile on his face.

Oh, he also got everyone’s permission before he set it up. In fact, most of them cheered at the thought of him physically knocking some sense in their young master’s head. 

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hii!

I just came across your empress work with kylo ren and i absolutely loved it.

But i was wondering...

Could you maybe write something like that but with kylo marring a jedi reader to restore balance and peace to the galaxy?

Say That Again

"-- say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

Kylo Ren x Jedi!Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutra!reader, implied kidnapping, violence/mentions of injury, lovers to enemies, pining, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: this req is remix of this anon's and @copiasratsstuff request where basically YN refers to Kylo with his first name and it makes him snap. also T_T i had to send myself this anon ask because i accidentally posted this WITHOUT ANYTHING on the post LMAO. i hope you enjoy it my loves <3 <3 <3 tbh I think this turned out better than what I had in mind slayyyyed

My heart pounds as I run down the halls. My hands were tingling and moistened with agitation. I huff when I catch sight of the space craft.

I swipe an arm and, using my Force, a pair of stormtroopers crash to the side, clearing my passage.

The footsteps thundering towards me grows louder when I get to the ship and pry the door open with my Force. Just as I'm about to get into the vehicle, a scorching blow hits my leg, then my shoulder. A loud cry leaves my lips before I can even think.

Similarly, I hear painful screaming from afar. "Didn't I say to hold your fire?!"

My panic heightens at the echo of that voice. Through the excruciating pain, I tell myself to push forward. This was it, after all, this was the opening to the freedom I was waiting for.

But the next thing I knew, a dark Force overcame me, and I didn't have enough strength to break free of it.

I thud into the arms of my captor, and whine in pain. I clench my jaw and slowly lift my eyes, glaring at him.

My expression is vaguely reflected on the Supreme Leader's black mask. He sighs before speaking, "you reap what you sow."

I growl and hiss, "and soon will you."

He carries me in his arms, all the way back to my prison cell. He sets me down on his bed l, and as he takes off his helmet, I fling him back with Force, making him lose his balance.

The man doesn't topple though. What only happens is his dark hair falls onto his face. He tilts his head, "childish."

I scoff, "I'm glad you're self-aware."

The Sith Lord says nothing in response. He walks off, props his helmet on his cabinet, and opens a drawer. He walks over to me with bandages and ointment.

I raise a brow as he sits on my side, "you're not going to heal me?"

"The pain will be good for you," he replies, grabbing my injured leg with little regard.

I whine and shift to lessen my discomfort. He begins to lather ointment on my laser gash.

As he does this in silence, and as I behold his profile, his nose, his lips, his lashes, I see flashes of the past from his face. I see a memory of when we were younger, both still under the guidance of our master, Luke. I see his sweet smile, hear his soft laugh, feel his tender kiss... my Ben.

Of course, we were young fools in love. Deep down, we knew we could never be; attachments were dangerous. And yet he promised me himself and I promised him myself, and somehow he believes that was the same as us being married.

That was why he captured me. That was why he was binding my wounds. That was why he was unwilling to let me go. According to him, I was the balance the galaxy craved, I was the balance he long yearned for.

"We are married," he says, a-matter-of-factly.

My face sours, "get out of my head."

"Even if you did, even if you managed to run," he turns to me, one hand gripping my knee, "you think I would just let you go?"

We stare at each other for a while.

"After all I've done to have you?" he narrows his eyes.

"You wouldn't be able to find me," I lean in as I retort.

He leans closer, "and yet you would eventually surrender because your heart is weak."

I whine when he pulls the bandage around me tighter than necessary.

"Your soft heart would not bear the destruction I'd exact on the stars to find you," he ties the bandage and turns back to me. He scoffs under his breath, "you and your empathy."

The last of what remained of Ben Solo stared at me. Perhaps I was the only one delusional enough to see it. He was barely there in face, and in soul, I fear he may be lost forever.

I turn away.

He releases my leg and grabs my arm, "take your top off."

I decide not to put up a fight, there was no point. I take my burnt top off so he could wrap the injury on my shoulder blade.

He moves me so my back is turned to him. He stares at my wound for a prolonged moment. I am tempted to look back at him when I realize he felt pity for me.

"You shouldn't have run."

I don't look back, "you shouldn't have chased after-" I hiss when he applies ointment on my burn.

"You shouldn't have run," he repeats, harder this time.

"Kylo, please-"

"What?"

I look over my shoulder.

"What did you just call me?"

His expression is that of shock and excitement. I quickly correct myself, "Ben. Your name is B-"

"That's not my name," he raises a finger, "that's not what you said-"

"That's what I mea-"

"Say that again, say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

I clench my jaw and shake my head. "Your name is Ben Solo."

He releases a deep breath.

I grab his cheeks. It was the first time I had ever willingly touched him, and so tenderly at that, "that is your name. That is who you--"

"Ben is dead," Kylo grabs my wrists, yanking me away from him.

My heart races when I feel the hot air from his lungs.

"I am all that's left," he whispers, brows furrowing. His voice is shaky again, "Ben was weak. He could not even speak his love for you out loud," he shakes his head, "not me. I would make sure the whole galaxy knows my love for you."

I gasp when he grabs my face and kisses me. I immediately shove him away, and when I do, this man with wide, glassy eyes stares back at me.

For once, his face evokes something more than anger out of me. I see his desperation and it pinches my heart.

"Ben-"

"That's not my name," he blurts, snapping out of his trance and jumping to his feet. His moment of vulnerability was over. Staring down at me now was no one else besides the Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wipes his face and blankness falls on his features.

I mean to call his name out again but he speaks before I can.

"I will have a medic attend to your wounds," he says flatly, "don't think to flee while I'm gone."

I watch him walk out of the door.

[ghostbsuter]

Batclan and Catband (part 2)

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Dinner ended up a relatively calm affair, or as calm as it can be with the batclan and the cat catband in one place.

"Where is elle actually?" Selina asks, leaning on the table with a grin.

"With her aunty harley and pam," he answers, phone in hand. "They're bringing her over soon, tho."

Dick, sitting opposite of Danny, perks up at that. "Your daughter, right? How old is she?"

The teen practically glows at the question, proud and not far from showing it.

"Become 2 recently! A gremlin in sheep clothes, truly. She knows how to get what she wants, a habit learned from her glam glam." At the last words, he gives catwoman the stink eye, huffing when she laughs at him.

"I have been wondering, how old are you, danny? If you don't mind." Bruce has an easygoing smile on, but Danny knows that glint in his eyes.

"Also freshly turned 18."

Both Selina and Danny watch the other man carefully, one hiding her sharp stare, the other openly showing it.

"Isn't that a bit young to become a single parent?" The man asks in concern, no matter he should be with emotions, mother and son recognise the tone of worry and relax slightly.

"Her circumstances of appearing in our life is not much to be desired. However, we are very happy with her joining our little family at that time."

Danny speaks fondly, smiling as he recalls the moments. "Selina helped immensely when needed and didn't shy from showering the little gremlin in love"

While the batclan would have loved to continue the conversation, Alfred appeared with a gentle smile.

"Master Danny, there is a guest waiting patiently at the front door for you, I'm afraid she might just run off with no one watching." He gives a very amused look at the members of the table.

He shoots out of his chair, letting the butler lead him out and about.

Once the teen is gone, does Bruce straighten his form and look at selina.

"What about the mother? Is there anything—"

"I'll stop you right there, bat dear." She holds up her hand, giving a sharp smile.

"While I'd rather not talk behind Danny's back like this," she gives the table a look, noting that every member seems to be in their vigilante persona.

"Elle doesn't have a mother, I won't explain any details without Danny's consent, but this is more of a Kon-El situation."

(Bruce, in particular, doesn't like how that info makes everything else snap into place, and the final picture isn't much better.)

"Kon-El situation– isn't she a toddler??"

"Why would anyone go for danny??"

"Was it Lex Luthor–?!"

Their questions were silenced by the sound of tiny footsteps running to the door and swinging it open with no grace.

The tiny being runs around the table, peeks over it to see where a certain woman is located at and sprint to her lap.

The father of said being isn't far from her, making sure she doesn't trip nor fall. Alfred closes the doors and flawlessly slips next to Bruce, the amused smile very much still present.

"Glam glam!" The tiny girl squeals excited, getting pulled up and seated, just in sight of everyone else.

She is like a carbon copy of her father, minus the gender, but at the stares she becomes quite shy, very endearing.

Danny sits next to them, grin on his face and gesturing to the batclan.

"Wanna meet your uncles and aunts, elle darling?"

[yanderes-galore]

Maybe yandere master Ahsoka in a au where she never left the Jedi order and she gets a padawon , and she sees reader as family hcs please 🙏 🌙

Sure! I'm a bit rusty with her but I hope this alternate take based on her personality is good :)

Yandere! Platonic! Master! Ahsoka with Padawan! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Slight manipulation, Violence, Isolation, Dubious companionship.

Jedi aren't meant to be close to many people...

Companionship, relationships, any sort of close bonds are frowned upon in The Order.

Suppressing such feelings is necessary for a Jedi to serve.

Ahsoka herself has learned how to do such things.

However... That doesn't mean she doesn't feel complex emotions.

The bond between Jedi and Padawan is a close one, but less distracting than most.

Many view their Padawan's like siblings, or a kid they couldn't have.

Such a bond is similar to how Ahsoka feels with you.

She herself had a close bond with her master, Anakin... before he went to the Dark Side.

While she may not agree with The Order all of the time, she's stuck with them for many missions.

Even right up until The Order fell.

Now, as a Jedi Master, it was only natural for Ahsoka to take a student of her own.

Ahsoka has always wanted to protect people.

She defends people and has given everything to the order.

She has the spirit of a Jedi... always caring and ready to solve problems.

Then The Order deemed her worthy to train you... a young Padawan to call her own.

Ahsoka doesn't expect taking care of a Padawan to be easy.

Jedi training is taxing on the mind and body, yet upon going on a few missions, you're proving to be capable.

You remind Ahsoka of how she was when she was younger.

Now she finally understands how Anakin felt when she was acting reckless and impulsive.

It's easy for Padawans to get carried away.

She'd know such a thing as she was once overly ambitious herself.

Yet she can tell you're not only brave... but loyal too.

Ahsoka had you as her Padawan before Order 66 was executed.

She may even still keep you under her wing after Order 66, wanting to keep you safe.

Ahsoka as your master seems like she'd give off either big sister vibes or mom vibes.

Either way she'd be protective of her Padawan, fully away from the dangers that the Galaxy has to offer.

She wants to teach you to follow your heart yet stay cautious.

She's kind to you yet also isn't afraid to scold you for your mistakes.

Ahsoka may actually be a good master for you.

The one issue I'm seeing?

Her fear.

Fear can poison a Jedi and their motives.

In fact, fear... love... and anger can poison a Jedi.

This is the reason Jedi aren't allowed to have personal connections.

Having a family, a relationship, or even children can be distractions.

If a Jedi can not control their emotions, they become vulnerable to the Dark Side.

Ahsoka's issue towards you would be the fear of losing you.

Especially after Order 66 in this AU.

She's lost many close to her, an unfortunate part of being a Jedi.

She's even lost her own master.

So, really, you'd be all she has as a Jedi master.

You're her student... the family she could never have....

Teaching you becomes increasingly hard due to these feelings.

Each time she sees you do something risky, she tries to be optimistic.

Yet she can't help but think of you getting hurt.

She wonders if The Order chose right...

She wonders... if she really is the right teacher for you.

But then you look at her with eager eyes.

It's such a familiar sight.

When she sees you so bright and determined, despite it all, she smiles.

Yes... Yes they must've chosen right.

They put you in her care.

So... She should take care of you the best she can.

No matter what.

I imagine this AU would also take place after Order 66.

During it, Ahsoka kept you close and defended you against every rogue clone she could.

She isn't sure what she'd do without her Padawan.

She definitely sees you as family, treating you protectively and always observing any who come close.

She is moralistic... but as she learned from Anakin...

Sometimes you have to bend the rules to do the right thing.

Killing people often happens as a Jedi, like it or not.

Ahsoka takes no joy in it... yet she'd do anything to protect you.

Speaking of which, after Order 66 she'd take you with her into hiding.

She can't really teach you when in hiding... as using the Force would get you both detected.

Ahsoka, as your master, would give you both a fake name to hide from the growing Empire.

After Order 66, Ahsoka views you even more as family.

Since she can't teach you to be a Jedi, you two really do end up adopting a familial role.

Be that siblings or mother and child... Ahsoka hates to admit it but she's attached.

She knows such a bond may poison her... yet The Order is no more.

You two may be Jedi at heart, yet nothing is stopping you from having personal connections now.

Ahsoka's biggest fear is losing you.

Be that by death or the Dark Side... both are just as bad.

Such thoughts are what make it hard for Ahsoka to let you mature.

At some points she coddles you, especially when you have to pretend to not be Jedi.

She's worried about letting you out into the world.

It's just... too dangerous right now.

One mistake and you could be hunted.

The thought makes Ahsoka worry more than she should.

In fact, it makes her isolate you.

Naturally you believe her subtle manipulation when she asks you to stay.

You trust her, you know she wouldn't let anyone harm you...

So, if pretending to be farmers is what you have to do, you'll do it.

Ahsoka cherishes the trust you hold for her.

Which is why she feels bad when she abuses it.

Ahsoka is mostly just... protective.

She wants a life where she'll always have you, and a quiet one away from the Empire happens to be on her mind.

Although, eventually, you'll want to leave her side.

Padawans naturally have to leave their masters at some point.

They deserve to be independent... and Ahsoka knows that...

But things have changed.

When you tell Ahsoka you wish to leave, to make a life of your own... she hesitates.

N-No... No, you really shouldn't.

She hates to say it, really does... but it isn't safe.

What if you get caught?

What if the Empire executes you after realizing you're a Jedi or... Force sensitive at the very least.

Or... what if they choose to use you as a weapon against her?

Ahsoka would try to convince you into staying with her.

All you need is each other... you've been through so much already...

Why don't you sit back and stay with her?

You can have a quiet life!

She understands you crave action... that you want to join the Rebellion...

She was once a similar way in her youth.

Yet, she may even Jedi mind trick you in an attempt to keep you safe.

Ahsoka keeps telling herself she's just... bending the rules.

What she's doing isn't wrong.

Keeping you in hiding at a farm isn't wrong.

Convincing forcing you to stay isn't wrong, either....

She's protecting you.

Cutting someone who knows your secrets down isn't bad either.

They were a threat to you

Tricking you is... underhanded but...

You need her.

Ahsoka looks after you because you're all she has now.

Many of her friends are gone, her master is gone, The Order is gone...

It's just you and her... alone in a galaxy that wants you dead...

However, Ahsoka will always protect you no matter the cost, you're all she has and she plans to keep you all to herself... under her protection... safe and sound.

[the-writer-arrived]

Who... are you?

Synopsis: oh no! you got into an accident and now you don't recognize him. Will he tell you he is your lover? Or will he keep it a secret?

Characters: diluc ragnvindr; zhongli; alhaitham.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader; angst (i guess?? but not fluff either?? smth in between); not exactly hurt/no comfort, but whether you regain your memories of him or not will be up to your imagination :3

A/N: i can't believe my first fic is already past 2k notes what the hell 😭 thank you all so much!

When news reached him that you got hurt, he dropped everything that he was doing to find you at the Favonius Cathedral.

He is so incredibly relieved to see you awake, to see you alive.

However, his relief is short lived when you utter those three words...

"Who... are you?"

You... must be joking, right? You've always loved to play pranks on him to see him flustered or exasperated with your cute antics.

Please, for the love of Barbatos, please be joking...

But when Barbara says his name and the look of recognition doesn't appear on your confused expression, his heart falls to pit of his stomach.

You... forgot him? But how? Why?! Who--

No... No, none of this matters right now.

With a forced smile, he introduces himself.

"I'm Diluc Ragnvindr. You may not remember, but I'm your... friend."

He's thankful for Rosaria stopping Barbara from saying the truth.

He doesn't like having to lie to you, but he convinces himself it's for your own good.

Diluc feels so guilty for putting you in danger. It doesn't matter if your accident was simply an unfortunate situation or a premeditated attack towards you.

He has an inkling that it's probably the second option, knowing how many enemies he has...

How many more innocent people will have to get hurt, for him to understand he has to stop allowing others to get close to him? That he is just like his pyro vision, a flame too bright that burns everything it touches?

After he takes you to your previous house, Diluc goes straight into investigating the circumstances of your accident.

Even going as far as to ask for Kaeya's assistance, just to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible, so he can assure your safety.

Going back home isn't the same anymore. The mansion doesn't feel like home anymore, not without your presence there.

You've gone back to when you didn't know him, but he can't do the same.

How could he, after experiencing something so sweet, so soft and perfect like your love?

Diluc's longing for you is nearly painful for his heart, to see you so close yet so far away...

...But he also can't bring himself to get out of your life completely and alleviate his suffering.

So, he settles on having pleasant but painfully platonic conversations with you as Diluc Ragnvindr, and protecting you as the Darknight Hero (the title you loved to utter just to tease him).

"...Maybe we were never meant to be, my love."

Xiao was the one who told Zhongli about you getting hurt.

The Vigilant Yaksha was doing his usual patrols, clearing out monsters and other evil spirits, when he spotted your unconscious form.

Dread filled his veins, fearing for the worst, but the thumping sound of your heartbeat inside your chest told Xiao you haven't departed from this world.

So, he took you to Wangshu Inn, asking Verr Goldet and Huai'an to call a doctor, before he went to find his old master.

Zhongli reassures Xiao that he shouldn't blame himself for what had happened to you and that he's extremely grateful to the young adeptus from taking you to safety.

The two enter the bedroom Xiao had left you to find you looking a bit disoriented, but awake.

"Xiao, there you are! I wan-- Oh? Who's that next to you..?"

The expressions on their faces would be considered comical, if the situation weren't so severe...

In all his 6000 years of living, there weren't many situations that has rendered the Lord of Geo speechless like he is right now...

No, he isn't an archon anymore, he is Zhongli, a consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a mortal just like many others now.

And, as Zhongli, he's had his fair share of unexpected moments that has left him at a loss.

Especially when it comes to Director Hu's way of advertising their services...

But with you, Zhongli always had something to say: a piece of knowledge about the simplest of objects, an ancient tale from the begginning of time, a declaration of love he never tires of repeating to you...

So, to have him not knowing what to say is certainly a feat although not one you would be proud of, if you were aware..

Even so, the ex-archon doesn't let that affect him for too long.

"Greetings, my dear. It seems that your memories are a bit hazy, so allow me to remind you. I am Zhongli, your lover."

After your initial shock and bewilderment of having such a hot and sophisticated man claim that he's your lover at the information the tall man shared, your doubts are eased when Xiao confirms everything that was said.

If your adeptus friend, who isn't known for his fondness of humans, is standing by this man's words with such certainty, then this Zhongli must be telling the truth...

For a being that has being alive for a millenia, Zhongli always considered the passage of time to be something hard to keep track of.

In fact, that was one of the many challenges he had to face while adapting to the ways of the humans: he would blink and the newborn child of the couple he had seen the other day is already an elderly person.

This time, however, he feels that the time must be dragging its feet just to mess with him.

Each day that passes without your memories of him returning to you makes Zhongli restless...

He can't help but be reminded of that wretched thing called erosion...

The thought of you, his dear beloved, slowly forgetting everything and everyone precious to you... To become a shell of your self and to be plagued by anger and pain... He won't be able to bear to witness this happen again.

He knows humans age at a much faster pace than him, he knows that you won't be next to him forever like he so dearly wishes... But it's not time yet.

He still has time to hold you in his arms, to enjoy your affection, to marvel at your existence.

And Zhongli will not let anything get in the way of his happy years with you, not a temporary memory loss nor the erosion itself.

"Oh, you wish to know the story behind this object? I gifted it to you on our fifth date. Don't make that sad face, my dear, you're still in the process of recovery. I will gladly tell you about that day in great detail."

Usually, when someone receives news that their lover was found unconscious and is currently being taken care of at the Bimarstan, people expect to see them rushing to be at their beloved's side.

But Alhaitham takes the news with his usual straight face and leaves the Akademiya at an almost leisurely pace.

The Scribe is wildly known by his near excessive rationality that drives his behavior 99% of the time.

Therefore, it would be quite out of character for him to make a huge fuss like the matra who gave him the news expected. After all, letting your emotions take control at a moment of crisis doesn't help anyone.

That is what Alhaitham repeats to himself like a mantra while he makes his way to the hospital, his steps a bit quicker than usual, his eyebrows slightly more furrowed.

Has the Bimarstan always been so far from the Akademiya?

After finally reaching his destination, his eyes find you right away, laid in bed with a few scrapes and your head bandaged.

The doctor explains to him you don't have any grave injury, but, considering you hit your head, they can only be sure after examining you again after you wake up.

Alhaitham sits down on the chair next to your bed and opens his trusty book while he waits for you.

Unless they are either shameless or brave to stare at his face for a long time, no one notices that he's barely paying attention to the words written in the book. His eyes frequently switch to your sleeping form, before going back to the same paragraph he's been reading for the past thirty minutes.

The anxious Scribe is quick to notice the slight twitch of your eyelids and change of your breathing, signs that you are slowly awaking.

"Ah, finally decided to wake up? I was begginning to think that you find the Bimarstan's bed more comfortable than ours. If so, you truly have poor taste in furniture."

The tiny smile he has on his lips vanishes when, instead of your usual eye roll and smile peeking at the corner of your mouth, you frown at his teasing.

"First of all, rude. And second, who even are you to casually offend my taste in furniture? You don't even know me!"

...Of course things wouldn't be so simple.

Turns out that your head injury affected your memories, more specifically, the ones about Alhaitham.

The doctor said that it should be a temporary thing, even so how troublesome...

Even more troublesome is the fact that Alhaitham had to get Tighnari, Cyno and even Kaveh to convince you that he isn't lying when he says that he is your lover!

He supposes it's a good thing you have a sense of self-preservation and don't blindly trust everything that people say...

Still, it kind of hurt seeing you so skeptical at the idea of you two being in a relationship.

After bringing you home, he is quick to do and adapt his routine to make you as comfortable around him as possible during your recovery.

You feel awkward sleeping on the same bed as him? No problem, he'll take the couch for the time being.

You have a headache? Here's your medicine. Don't worry, it doesn't have the bitter taste that you hate.

But, no matter how much he tries to avoid that, there are moments when his old habits slip up and make things a bit awkward.

Like when he wrapped his arms around you from behind while half-asleep, causing you to flinch or when he leaned to give you a goodbye kiss before going to work and you leaned away in embarrasment.

While with you, Alhaitham never makes a single complaint or shows his frustration about this complex situation, none of this is your fault and he can see you working hard to remember him.

Away from you, though... He has never been more grumpy than before. Snarky comments at anyone who utters a single dumb thing (in other words, all the time), butting heads with Kaveh even more frequently and more distant than ever.

Alhaitham doesn't necessarily hate when unexpected things occur. Sometimes they brings good things, like you, in his life.

However, this situation is definitely something that brought nothing but headache for you both.

He can't keep on living without waking up with you in his arms, without your kisses, your banters... You made him addicted to you and now he's suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

He doesn't like the term "memory loss" for your current condition, because it implies your memories of him are lost forever, which they are not. They are simply misplaced in your mind, and he will do everything to help you find them again.

"Hm? Why am I following you around like a lost puppy? You misunderstand, I am simply testing my theory that if I spend more time with you, there is a higher chance for you to remember me more quickly. What about my work? The Akademiya can survive a few days without me. Besides, I have a much more important matter to focus on right now."

[eulalias-haven]

summertime—sweetness.

─┈ in which the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu finds peace in how you smile.

ㅤ─┈ jing yuan x gender neutral reader. a small drabble to kick start this blog!

❪⠀themes : fluff & romance!⠀❫

as the general of the xianzhou luofu and the most important man present in the ship, jing yuan has always been surrounded by people who were related to his work. yanqing, his young and dutiful retainer. fu xuan, master diviner of the divination commission. yukong, helm master of the sky—faring commission.

it isn’t uncommon to see jing yuan surrounded by extremely important people; asides, when he’s leaving work to find a good place to nap. the general of the xianzhou luofu is also a member of the seven arbiter general of the cloud knights and the six charioteers.

what was uncommon, though, was to see jing yuan be accompanied by a perfectly normal person that resided in the xianzhou luofu. commonfolk would clamor you once the general left your side to attend his duties, questioning why the ever so elusive and mysterious cloud general spend time with you.

though your answer— “he finds my presence enjoyable! we play chess often.” — would often leave them unsatisfied, only jing yuan would be able to answer that. perhaps fu xuan too, if she dared to rely on her divination. she wouldn’t, though. not after jing yuan himself warned her not to.

jing yuan found peace in your smile.

the first time he saw you smile, he was out with yanqing, surveying the busied streets of the ship. people parted for the general, offering their respects and well—wishes, which he was immensely grateful for. no matter how many times the people in the ship thanked him, jing yuan found it heartwarming all the while.

and yet—nothing could quite compare to your smile.

optics of molten gold catches sight of your smile—his eyes, ever so charming yet meticulous, hidden behind curtains of white. the cloud general found himself stunned; rooted to the spot, as he gazes at your smile. perhaps for others, it was another smile in the sea of other smiles, but it was different for the dozing general.

he finds himself drawn to it—to the way your eyes sparkled slightly in the sunlight, how your smile made the corners of your hues crinkle. the full cheeks, dusted by roses blooming ethereally, partnered with the soft laugh you let out—his favorite melody, unbeaten.

it was not a question of “why?”, but a statement of “because.”

why was jing yuan drawn to you? because he found your smile utterly captivating, he loves seeing you smile, he loves hearing you laugh—like the first taste of iced cold tea after a long day of training, akin to the sweet—sourness of lemongrass steeped into it. or, maybe even the first beam of sunlight after tedious cold nights. if jing yuan was a retired soldier who became a poet, he’d compare your smile to the first glances of light after a long battle, to the glow of a healer’s ability after suffering from an arduous wound.

for jing yuan, your smile was light itself; and as the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu, he found peace in it.

[madlittlecriminal]

Hey! I saw you were writing for Dick Grayson and I am a huge simp. 😭 I was wondering if you would write a fic where the reader is pregnant and stuff and ducks brothers want a boy but it ends up being a girl during the gender reveal. Just overall chaotic batfam :) thank you so so much

Baby Grayson ⥇ Dick Grayson × Pregnant!Female!Reader

trust me, im a simp for this man too. i have two McFarlene Toys of him and I love it lol. i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: batboys banter, i made harley be with Ivy sue me, selina and bruce are also a thing

Pregnancy was difficult, but thanks to your boyfriend and his brothers, it was a bit easier. However, they were a handful sometimes, especially when arguing about the gender of your baby.

"I have my bet on the little one being a boy!" Tim said with a grin on his face. "Well, Bruce does have some luck with boy, doesn't he?" You asked, causing the four boys to roll their eyes. "First of all, I'm the only one who is actually related to him by blood. The rest of them are not." Damian crossed his arms, and you chuckle at the young Wayne. "Relax, Damian. Plus, don't you already know the gender?" Dick raised a brow at his little brother, and he shook his head. "I gave the paper to dad since I knew Tim would try to get it out of me and well, Jason is sneaky, so he would've found the paper if he really wanted to know the gender."

Jason shrugged. "Probably a wise decision. Now that I know though, I might sneak around Bruce's room to find it." You shake your head. "Jason, you know he's smart. He probably gave it to Alfred or Selina." Jason groaned at your words, knowing you had a point. Dick snorted. "I wouldn't put it past him if he gave it to Harley. After her and that clown broke up and she's gotten with Ivy, she's nicer, but still bad."

"Master Bruce gave me the slip, gentlemen. However, he has instructed me to not say a word until he and Selina arrive from their outing." Damian rolled his eyes. "Why do we always have to wait? We've been waiting since we found out (Y/N) was pregnant and then we had to wait two more weeks because they're always away!"

"That could've been avoided if you didn't give me the sheet of paper, Damian." Bruce entered the living room with Selina by his side. "You feeling okay, (Y/N)?" You nodded. "Thanks Bruce. If anything, I'll send Dick to get me what I need." Jason snorted. "Walk him like a dog, (Y/N)!" All of you laughed and Bruce shook his head. "Well, since Selina, Alfred and I know the gender, I want to know what you all think?"

"Boy," the boys said in unison and you gasp at Dick. "Really?" He chuckled. "Yeah! Even if our baby isn't a boy, I'll love them anyway." You rolled your eyes. "Well, I don't care. As long as they're healthy, that's the only thing that matters to me." Bruce gives you a small smile. "That's good. Anyway, the boys are wrong. It's a girl." The boys' jaws dropped, and you smiled so hard, your cheeks began to hurt. "Congratulations Dick and (Y/N)! Dick, if you're going to teach her acrobatics, let her decide if she wants to be in this life, okay?" He nods. "You got my word, grandpa!" He chuckled. "Yeah, but this grandpa still got it, don't you think, Sel?" She giggled and nodded. "You got that right, babe." She winked at him and the boys gagged. "Oh grow up! Especially you Dick, you're literally going to be a father! I don't want to hear it from you!"

[moider-time]

Trans Bruce Wayne? Male to female? Like she loves wearing Martha Wayne's dresses.

Anon you're speaking my language???

Bryce grew up watching her Mama get all dolled up for galas and always connected with that in a way that people say boys shouldn't. Listen Thomas and Martha were definitely the type of parents that didn't care abt gender norms and would let their kid dress however they want. Thomas probably rocked a few dresses in his time.

So Bryce tells them that she feels more like a girl than a boy? They're so accommodating. They get her whatever she needs. The surgery, the drugs, the clothes (but she prefers to wear Martha's too big dresses). Alfred switches from Young Master to Young Madam. It would hit even harder when Thomas and Martha die because those were two of the three people who truly understood her. And now they're gone.

After they die, people feel a bit more comfortable bringing up her 'changes' to her face. Alfred is right by her side but she did have some uncomfortable moments with people. Thomas and Martha definitely protected her from a lot of the media attention and stares.

She still becomes The Bat. I can see her going by Batman to protect her identity even more but also sticking with gender neutral The Bat. People can't tell if The Bat is man or woman which elevates the cryptid vibe she's going for.

The day Martha's dresses fit her perfectly is a bittersweet day. All Bryce has ever wanted is to wear her Mama's dresses properly and now that she can, her Mama isn't there anymore. She sobs into Alfred's arms that day but after that, wears Martha's dresses with pride.

By the time she adopts Dick, she passes so well that he doesn't know she's trans. And it just kind of never comes up? He calls her Mama (which she cries at) or B and that's what all the other kids end up doing. There's some LoA magic/tech involved in Talia giving birth to Damian. He shows up at the manor and upon finding out that Batman is actually a woman, he's impressed.

They find out when the batfam decide to dye their suits for Gotham's Pride Parade and Bryce's suit is the trans flag and her cape is the demiromantic flag. There was a lot of screaming that day.

Jason tries but he just can't fight his Mama, no matter how angry he is at her for not killing the Joker. He spends some time away from the manor but after a lot of talks, screaming, tears and hugs, he comes around. He is also very protective over his Mama, I won't accept otherwise (they all are tbh)

Also let her be tiny?? 5'2, buff Bryce Wayne picking her 6ft+ sons up easily. A tabloid got a picture of Bryce holding Dick up after an attack at the museum by The Riddler. She's in a pretty floral dress, with pink pumps and soot all over her face and her muscled arms covered in blood and scratches. The internet went insane.

Bryce Wayne: *exists*

Gothamites: mommy- sorry mommy- i mean mommy-

Also rip the batkids cause Bryce mothers all their friends too. Shit hits the fan when Jason nearly strangles Garfield cause Bryce gave him a forehead kiss to check if he had a fever.

[destielomegaversebigbang]

Dance Me To The End of Love

Posting September 23, 2024

Fic by blackhorsedances

Art by TwinOne

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

So what if Dean Winchester is a male Omega? He’s as big as most Alphas, as fast as most Alphas, and he’s a seasoned fighter. He can take his Alpha friend Benny in four out of five practice matches. But the stupid UWFC (Ultimate Were Fighting Championship) rules state that fighters have to compete not only in their weight class, but also within their primary and subgender.

That’s just genderist, Dean says to anyone who will listen, and Benny mostly agrees.

And Dean works hard Monday through Friday as a teacher at a progressive Charter School, the Zevon Academy, helping young weres of all designations to understand not only English and Literature, but also were biology and Healthy Were Sexuality.

He’s got a great life. He’s got friends. He’s got the occasional Omega or Beta hook-up or heck, even the occasional Alpha female. Dean doesn’t date Alpha males. But life is good, right?

Why can’t an Alpha male be a ballet dancer and a musician? Yes, Cas is not as big or tall as a lot of Alphas, and he’s certainly not aggressive. He had enough of that growing up, thank you, and decided he’s above that.

It’s just a terrible shame that a freak accident and questionable medical treatment ended his career, and then accusations of sexual harassment of an Omega male ended his second career.

But thanks to Gabe, he has a brand new job as a teacher in the Performing Arts track at a school called the Zevon Academy, teaching dance. There are sure to be some Beta males at the school that he can befriend, or date. After all, Omegas are out of the question. But his life is good, right?

Tags: Castiel Novak/Dean Winchester; mention of Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters and Gabriel Novak/Kali; AU. Omegaverse; a/b/o; Mention of barbaric treatment of male Omega patients by male Alpha Doctors; Martial Artist Dean Winchester; Ballet Dancer Castiel Novak; Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean; Non-Traditional Alpha Castiel; Gentle Alpha Castiel; Gay Castiel; Intersex Omega Dean; Unusual subtype Omega (Dean Winchester is an Omega with fully functioning female as well as male genitalia including knot); Bisexual Dean Winchester. Mention of Dean’s previous sexual encounters with Alpha Females; Intersex Alpha Females; Unfounded accusations of sexual harassment by Castiel towards a male Omega; Explicit consensual sex; Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester; Penetrative Sex; Oral Sex; Anal Fingering; No MPREG; safer sex practices; fluff and smut; fluff; miscommunication; injured Castiel; injured Dean Winchester; Dean Winchester has PTSD; John Winchester’s A+ parenting; Dean Winchester and Castiel really need to use their words; angst; hurt/comfort; Sam Winchester emotionally abused Dean, but regrets it and is working to do better; Naomi Novak is a horrible person; Lucifer and Michael are horrible. Happy Ending!

Excerpt below the cut

That leaves Dean and Milton. Dean holds out his hand because he’s trying to be a Team player, he really is. Milton looks at it as though he’s never seen a hand before, but takes it in a brief, warm clasp that shoots an electric spark up Dean’s arm. Also, damn. Dean can’t smell any pheromones coming from the other man, so he can’t tell the dude’s secondary gender. He doesn’t know if Milton is using blockers, but it doesn’t matter. His posture is suddenly rigid with tension. Did he have the same electric zap?

Then the guy opens his mouth, and the moment dissolves. “Did the principal say Dr. Winchester?” Milton tilts his head to the side like a confused bird.

“Yeah, Dr. Winchester. Why?”

Milton turns his cobalt blue eyes on Dean. He scans them over Dean’s heavily-muscled shoulders and arms that are covered in a worn band t-shirt, his trim hips and bowed legs wrapped in faded blue jeans, and nods. “Physical Education.”

Dean blinks. “What? What part of the phrase Liberal Arts Team Lead makes you think Physical Education?” Electricity be damned, this guy’s just weird.

Milton’s eyes widen. “Oh, uhm, well, it’s not an uncommon degree for an Alpha, after all. I’m not sure why you’re so–”

Dean holds up a hand. “One, that’s an incredibly intrusive, genderist assumption. And B, Liberal Arts, buddy. Now, if you’re done making assumptions, follow me. I need to get my ID badge and lock my classroom.”

Milton just stares, and says nothing. Dean turns, and walks down the long hall from the conference room to his wing of the school, and hears steady footfalls behind him.

[yanderehsr]

Hiiiiiii

Congrats on your 1k followers 🫶

I have an Oc x Character request here

Oc name: Marcel Haiden Archiviste

Gender: Male

Element: wind

Path: Nihility

Appearance: a young adult who look like he's in his 20s but actually he is in his 30s, have long black hair with diamond yellow eyes (as in literally), he likes to wear black shirt inside and hoodie outside it. He also wear a brown jacket with fur inside his hood. He wear black jean with small bag strap around his thigh, have high black boots. Most of the time he wear headphones even when he talks or sleep.

Personality: he's a chill dude that would like to go adventure, would offer his help if it was needed even though some requests for help might be weird but he doesn't dwell much in it. Would do anything if it means for everyone not to see him an anomalies, a monster. And he doesn't take well if anyone try to lies to him, he doesn't like to lie or being lied to.

Backstory: he's the middle child of a family full of corrupted people. He has watched his family backstab each other so they could become the heir and he has never like it. The only reason he doesn't get target often is because no one want an anomaly with diamond eyes to become the heir. Even so, people would assassinate him anyway because he's still the threat. He also the one that have most secret in the family because of his hearing. Once he decided that it was enough, he finally pack his backpack with enough supplies to survive the outside world, he run away to the galaxy to become a nameless since he has always want to become one. He also buy himself a cancel headphone even if they can only stop him from hearing a long distant and hear like a normal person, he find it bearable. Before he finally settle down to the Xianzhou, he has meet a lot of people, some is good and kind but there's people that lies to him and almost lead him to death so he has learn by himself to identify a lie. When he comes to the Luofu, he has always around and most people would know him as that one helpful guy.

I want to see scenarios of him meeting Jing Yuan, Blade and Huo Huo 💦 like how they meet and their relationship afterwards, what are their thoughts about his eyes and what would they do to take advantage of his advance hearing.

Sure thing, thanks for the request and I hope you'll enjoy😄

A-and Huohuo is platonic right... right?

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder

Jing Yuan: This guy is the king of manipulation and gaslighting, but let's say that Marcel can detect even his masterful lies, he is the type to continue to lie even so, Marcel can't detect all the lies no matter how good he is.

Jing Yuan uses his power and authority to keep Marcel on the Luofu, he can't go back on the express since suddenly he is suspected of a crime and can't leave until he's proven innocent, and for some reason Marcel is placed to live in Jing Yuan's home until he can leave.

But Jing Yuan obviously won't allow that, the worst part for Marcel is that he knows what Jing Yuan is doing, he figured it out quickly, and if he takes off his headphones he can hear Jing Yuan play the innocent act with everyone else. Yet Marcel can't do anything, he is powerless as long as he is on the Luofu and he'll be there for a very long time.

"I hope you weren't trying to escape just now, it would be a shame if I had to send the cloud knights on you, you might return all beat up, just stay here where you wont get hurt instead"

Blade: He doesn't lie so that's a plus at least, he does however tell Marcel that he owns him, he hates how helpful Marcel is to other people, others who don't deserve Marcel, well Blade doesn't see himself as worthy either but he doesn't really care about that, he will still take Marcel for himself.

Blade will not hesitate to kidnap Marcel as soon as he knows that he has fallen in love, he doesn't care that Marcel probably doesn't feel the same, all Blade wants is to own him and that becomes so much easier whan he figures out his sensative hearing.

Blade is ready to blast sound directly into his ears, effectively torturing Marcel, he will listen to him scream in pain yet do nothing to help Marcel, if this punishment was used Marcel probably deserved it, at least that's how Blade thinks.

"You want me to stop the sound... No, and since you thought you could get out of this punishment I'll add 30 minutes more of this"

Huohuo: To be fair it isn't she who is lying, it's Tail who does, Huohuo is perfectly content with just clinging to Marcel at all times, Tail however knows that Huohuo won't be perfectly happy like this so he gaslights, manipulates and lies as best he can to Marcel.

Even if Marcel can see the lies he still can't blame Huohuo since it isn't her that does this, no all she does is look up to him, Tail looks so bad that Marcel can't notice that Huohuo is secretly just as bad, Marcel has not realised that he has been isolated from everyone but Huohuo.

Even the astral express distances themself from him, Huohuo has made Tail possess them to make sure that they act really horrible to Marcel, the only one Marcel can turn to is Huohuo, she might feel guilty but this is for the better, she's sure of that.

"Y-you can't leave me, please don't leave me... I-I don't want to be alone again"

[forgottentristan]

whoops eithne + tristan <3

dslkjfaslkdjfkldjf <3333 (shhh but i love them already sldkjfkljsdf ;DDD)

Name: Ciarán Malconaire

Gender: Male

General Appearance: With bright-burning blue eyes arched over with prominent brows, a slender nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and a sharp jaw, Ciarán is a masterful reflection of both his parents. It is perhaps his eyes, inherited from his mother, which are most noticeable in his face: a clear, bright blue that can seem warm as the sky above or cool as winter seas.

Personality: Ciarán, like many children, is both a portrait of his parents -- and a reaction to them. Though deeply loyal and supportive, Ciarán also yearns to carve out a place for himself entirely his own but, born an eldest sibling, can't seem to quite escape what he feels he owes his family, retrodding many of the same questions both his parents have known. Clever and bookish, Ciarán often strikes one as the stoic, bookish type, at first glance -- which he is -- but getting to know him better uncovers a more jocular fellow buried underneath, albeit a rather arch and sardonic figure as well.

Special Talents: Raised as heir at his mother's knee, Ciarán knows Malconaire so well, it is as if it were a part of him and, indeed, he thinks sometimes that the great tree whispers to him, but he has rarely known of any male seers and often dismisses this as foolishness, as a result. (They both come from a long line of seers, so this just made sense to me...)

Who they like better: Eithne

Who they take after more: Tristan

Personal Head canon: Ciarán perhaps suffers from the lack of just the thing his parents fought to escape: I think he at times feels a bit rudderless with sm freedom open to him from such a young age and knowing that he'll have his parents' support, no matter what he chooses to do. Ironically, I think chosing to come in and pick up the reigns of Malconaire -- but, critically, also while knowing it is a choice of his own and not something thrust upon him -- allows him to finally come fully into himself and become the best version of himself.

Face Claim: Nicholas Hoult

[pillow-anime-talk]

really funny!s/o.

request @cadetsfanfictionblog12​: hi there, i’m luna, i saw that requests are open may i request headcannons for hifumi, doppo and sasara with an funny s/o?

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; light romance; fluff; comedy; jokes; kisses; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. hifumi izanami, doppo kannonzaka & sasara nurude {hypmic}

author’s note: hiii, luna! thank you for your request!

— HIFUMI

↘ Hifumi loves your humor and whenever he has a bad time, he comes to talk to you and listen to your pretty voice. In addition to being his mental support and the person whose advice always goes to his heart, you are also his spiritual helper and you make his moments of uncertainty or stress disappear with yours laughter and a few innocent jokes.

↘ You’re definitely a master of situational jokes and you love making silly faces that only make Hifumi die laughing and fall in love with you even more.

↘ I think you’re the funny half of the two of you. Hifumi also tries to make up or repeat the jokes he hears from others, but definitely no one (even him) can beat you.

↘ And even if someone tried to do it, you have even better stories up your sleeve that the world is definitely afraid to hear.

— DOPPO

↘ You can’t joke well with Doppo, because you don’t want him to take things personally, so instead of stupid anecdotes and remarks, you just try to make his time better with stupid riddles or crazy stories in which you are the main character.

↘ Your boyfriend appreciates it a lot and always gives a little smile when you say something funny or really stupid. You also often try to cheer him up with silly memes or funny pictures, which fortunately he understands most of the time.

↘ And in the worst cases, when your boyfriend is really mentally unwell or doesn’t want to meet people even his friends or family, you just send him your own photos that instantly cheer him up. You often decorate them with stickers or additional text, and that’s enough to put a sincere, though shy, smile on his gloomy but sweet face.

↘ No matter what you tell him or send him via phone, or record with your front camera, the man really loves it and it makes work, a lonely evening in his own apartment, and even a failed performance a little less sad for him.

— SASARA

↘ The young comedian never thought he’d ever meet someone whose humor was similar or even identical to his own. For Sasara, it was... a huge shock.

↘ He was very impressed the first time he went to your show with his two male friends. Your stand up show made the whole audience laugh and then even brought a slight smile to the faces of the Dotsuitare Hompo members. After the show, he got into your private locker room, and there you exchanged your phone numbers and also talked about performing together.

↘ And so after a few weeks you not only worked together, but also lived together in a relationship full of romance and also laughter, jokes. You loved doing silly antics to your boyfriend, and Sasara liked it when you listened to his next show schedule and helped him come up with funny situations.

↘ People valued you not only for being a good duo, but above all for your extraordinary humor and funny situations that often happened on stage by accident.

[chigirisprincess]

On the Phoenix' Perch | Prologue.

D. Ragnvindr.

General Series Warnings: 18+ only minors dni, gn afab reader, historical au, canonical character death, parental loss, grief, angst, familial bonding, ragbros, courtship, class differences, some references to canon typical gender stereotypes, slow burn, eventual smut, several minor side ships, unfinished multi-chapter fic.

Wc. 2.0k

❝For the first time in the five years following his fathers' death, Diluc Ragnvindr returns home. After the terrible affair that had been his seventeenth birthday, Diluc re-enters society and claims his rightful place as the head of his family. Bound by duty and haunted by the ghost of his father, Diluc strives to uphold the Ragnvindr legacy while also navigating the dreaded social season. Vowing to find love and continue the Ragnvindr line, Diluc chases the coattails of the man he thinks his father wished for him to become.

Failed love affairs and blunders drive him right back out of society, but in retracing the footsteps of another lifetime, Diluc might just find what he is looking for❞

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The day Viscount Ragnvindr died was not meant to be a tragic one.

Diluc, the young master and heir to the Ragnvindr clan had just turned seventeen. Though still cherubic and shrouded in the essence of boyhood, Diluc had stepped into society that day. Celebrations of grandeur crept around the corner with each passing day until April thirtieth had finally arrived after an arduous winter, he couldn’t wait to finally relish in the frivolities and luxuries his father saved only for the most special of occasions.

His younger brother, Kaeya had been so excited too. He could hardly sleep and rose before the sun to wish Diluc the happiest of days. Kaeya loved parties, the theatricality of it all but he was only fifteen, still too young to spend more than a few precious moments soaking up the festivities before Adelinde, their governess, helped him to bed. That day though, he was allowed to dance to his heart's content and sip on sweet lemonade until his tongue grew tart. 

It was all the two boys could have ever wanted, and their father, Crepus could feel his heart swell thrice its size, adoration and pride filling every fibre of his being. There truly could never be a father quite so proud of his sons in all of Dulcis, so overwrought with love that he’d pluck the sun, the moon, and all of the stars in the sky if they so wished for it.

How unfortunate it was that as the hours bleed late into the night that tragedy would befall the Ragnvindr family. In the span of a few short minutes, Diluc and Kaeya’s world went from that of a dream to a nightmare.

A chill drifted into the ballroom, ice biting through the warmth that collected amongst the throngs of bodies spinning around the room in a waltz. Diluc, ever the dutiful son, slipped between cheerful embraces in search of the miscreant so his father wouldn’t have to but all he found was broken glass and his father's crumpled figure. Silky strands of hair spun by scarlet lay splayed across the carpet, dampened by streaks of metallic crimson. It stained Diluc’s shirt, the new one the modiste embroider as a gift to the family, and seeped into the cream-coloured flowers of his mother's favourite carpet as Diluc gathered Crepus into his arms.

Diluc didn’t realise he had screamed until others came rushing in, a stampede of prying busybodies who traded gossip like children traded marbles. His father's blood bubbled from the gaping wound that tore through his chest, his hands not enough to quell the bleeding no matter how he tried. Tears hot and angry stung his eyes, a frustrated cry clawing at his throat, fervently willing Diluc to feel the anguish that had struck him. But, Diluc felt nothing, too numbed with panic to do anything other than compress the wound, until Kaeya’s desperate plea reached his ears.

It was caught between a haggard breath and a flurry of sniffles, hardly coherent for anyone but Diluc.

He doesn’t remember much from that night, but Diluc remembers how raw his chest felt when he barked out an order for Kaeya, willing him to stay back and close his eyes. Kaeya didn’t need to watch another father die. He had already lost too much at such a young age, his heart would break. Diluc could not bear the thought of it.

That night, minutes before the clock struck midnight, Crepus took his last breath. His two sons' names lingered on his tongue as the light faded from his eyes— his dying breath lost on the eager ears which desperately sought out those last few words.

Diluc was gone the morning after Crepus had been laid to rest, the only evidence of his departure was an empty armoire and Crepus’ timepiece having gone missing. His bedroom in the Aquilae Estate had been largely untouched, to the naked eye it’d have seemed like an ordinary living quarter but the life that had once occupied had been swiftly snuffed out and the servants knew it the moment they had gone to refresh his linens. The young master had deserted his newly acquired postage, swiftly slipping into obscurity.

He was meant to attend the Akademiya, Alicante’s most prestigious post-secondary school, come fall. Elzer, Crepus’ steward, contacted the institute every few weeks in the hopes of hearing any news in regards to Diluc’s welfare but no matter how often the man sent word, he never learned anything more of his status. Until he was slated to begin classes and a notice of prolonged absence was sent to the estate, along with a hefty fine for overdue tuition fees– Kaeya who was still but a boy had to foot the bill now that he had assumed the position of head of the Raginvindr clan. There was no amount of money or tutors or governesses that could have prepared him for losing an entire family for the second time.

Even with Elzer’s guiding hand, Kaeya’s nimble knees buckled beneath the weight of aristocracy. At nights when he felt lost and that familiar feeling of loneliness began to creep in with the self-doubt, all Kaeya could find himself wishing for was his big brother. In his eyes, he knew everything; Diluc was the smartest person Kaeya had ever met, even smarter than their father. But, Diluc was gone. He’d disappeared faster than the moon and the stars did when morning sat on the horizon, though he never reappeared when evening came as they did.

When Diluc did return, Kaeya was nearly a man grown.

Though, society with all its barbs did not see it that way.

Kaeya had been a man since the mere age of fifteen and now, at twenty he was everything that Diluc should have been. College-educated, knowledgeable about the Ragnvindr business, and ready for marriage. Diluc was none of those things, he was no more grown than he had been at eighteen though now he sported reddish stubble on his jaw, his features weathered from whatever travels he embarked on. He looked every bit the man Crepus had been at his age, a ghost occupying a fleshy body. It terrified the staff when he returned one winter's night. The sun had long since been laid to rest and snow fell from the sky in big white clumps. Diluc appeared on the veranda of the Aquilae Estate with nothing but the singular case he had taken within him so long ago.

Anyone could have mistaken him for his father.

But, Crepus too had long since laid to rest and the young master was all that remained of him. The plains of Diluc’s face were but a map of their late master, a mirror image that forced a bleak reminder into their hearts when he stepped through his childhood home for the first time in five years. A stranger now, no longer the joyful young man they knew him to be. He wandered the halls like a well-worn memory that had begun to fray at the edges. Whatever sadness was felt by the servants, was swallowed by a far greater melancholy that tugged at Diluc’s heartstrings like a long-lost melody.

They tugged at Kaeya’s too.

For he too was a stranger in the eyes of a man who was once his brother.

He wore the face of familiarity well, but when Diluc gazed upon his features, ones that he once knew so well, neither man could feel anything but estranged.

Estranged by distance, time, and loss.

It all hung in the air between them, unspoken, neither willing to be the first to bare his soul or tear open the newly healed wounds that throbbed with each passing second.

It would hurt too much, to hash out the feelings both had worked so diligently to bury deep within their souls. They harboured two lifetimes worth of sadness and heartache, and somehow it would hurt even more.

Diluc longed too, though. He longed to pour his heart and every fibre of his being before his brother. To speak the words that he should have long ago, they sat heavily on his chest and danced upon the tip of his tongue, taunting him as his throat swallowed itself up until he choked on his guilt. That’s what kept him truly silent, the guilt of it all. Diluc was selfish, that much he had accepted but to speak it into the air and allow it to settle, he could never do. To admit it, was to admit that he was everything his father had not raised him to be, and to be a disappointment to Crepus was all that he had feared.

So, brothers turned to strangers.

One silent, a frown permanently etched onto his once cherubic features; the other boisterous, he filled the gaps of silence with well-crafted paragraphs that spoke too much but revealed far too little.

It was strangely befitting for the brothers to play such a balancing act. Two sides of the same coin, aching to be melted and returned to the earth once more. 

As days turned into weeks, and then months into years, no warmth had yet to fill the hearth of the place they called home. A layer of frost prickled their skin and kept their feet pressed firmly in place so they remained five feet apart, always. Diluc would muse to himself that it was better to keep the distance because the grief might hurt less in the end. How sweet, naiveté could be 

It was a tragedy to see all that Kaeya had lost in a matter of minutes.

The relief that should have filled him the moment he saw his brother's face once more did not fill him, instead, it was dread. Dulcis, like all of Alicante, was built around the egos of eldest sons. They may as well have put all the stars and the moon into the night skies with how they were cradled like young gods, always deserving, forever in want. It mattered nought that Kaeya is the son who stayed and strived to carry his father's legacy upon his narrow shoulders despite being no less of an unknowledgeable boy than he had been the night before Crepus died. He knew little of the family business, as a second son there was no need for him to learn more than how to assist his brother's pursuits. A lifetime of lessons was compressed into mere months and as years with no family became more familiar than it was strange, all that Kaeya had built for himself, for the Ragnvindr name, was to be ripped from between his bare fingers.

Diluc was home. 

The title of Viscount Ragnvindr was his, Kaeya was simply keeping it warm for the day that Diluc finally felt strong enough to bear the burden that was noble society.

It would have been cruel of Kaeya to resent Diluc for returning home. He spent countless, sleepless nights praying to whomever would listen, to return Diluc home safely, or even for a letter detailing his wellbeing. For years, Kaeya wished for nothing more than to see his brother again, but when he stood before him in an ill-fitting wool coat, Kaeya wished that no one had listened.

Kaeya knew what it made him, an awful brother and an even worse person– but, was it fair? If you’d ask Kaeya while he lay spread bare, chest heaved and sweat dabbled he’d confess that he did not think it was. As much as he loved Diluc, the closet remnant of his own flesh and blood, why should he be so entitled to a title he never longed for? Kaeya did, he spent many balmy summer days dreaming of when the King or Queen would be so gracious as to bestow a title to him. 

Lord Alberich sounded divine, far better than sir.

If Kaeya had been a worse man he may have fought it. His fathers raised him to be good and kind. Kaeya could never hurt Diluc, he could not bare for him to feel as hollow as he did. It was the respectable thing to do, to step down as Viscount and shepherd Diluc into society and into the Ragnvindr clan. 

It’s what Crepus would have wanted.

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[hauntingcryptids]

Drumming Noise Inside My Head

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Drums are raging in The Master’s head and The Reader comforts him.

Warnings - The Master’s Drums, The Master being insecure/depressed/sad/stressed

Word Count - 2229

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was inspired by The Drumming Song by Florence & The Machine. This song always reminded me of The Master, so I just thought I should write a fic based on it.

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The Master couldn’t believe that you wanted to be with him. He was brash and impulsive. He had a tendency to be rude and not aware of other people’s emotions. And, obviously, he was a murderer who constantly created various plans to destroy planets, galaxies, and, of course, his best enemy. Despite all of that though, here you were, travelling along the ride of life with him for a reason that he could not understand.

The Master was naturally suspicious, ever since he was young. Maybe it was an effect of looking into the Time Vortex at such a young age and The Drums that invaded his mind since that event, or maybe The Master was just like this, or even something else responsible. Maybe everyone and everything in The Master’s life just led him to be so suspicious.

The Master’s parents, from as far back as he could remember, had stuffed his head full of the fear that everyone would want to steal their power and wealth as a familial line if given the chance; therefore no one could be trusted. The Time Wars then enforced this ideology. So many of the Gallifreyan leaders were stabbed in the back by underlings who wished to have more power and their planet being in chaos gave them the opportunity. 

Again, The Master beginning to scheme and plot reinforced his mindset that no one could be trusted. Of course, he was also trying to take over many people. But he was brought up with the belief that, as a Time Lord, he had the right to be at the forefront of making history, no matter what other people believed.

Maybe it was his time alone in space that really forged his nature. Though The Master could never be sure of the real reason why he acted the way he did, he just continued to act so as to not go crazy in the emptiness of space.

The Master’s suspicious nature never died down upon meeting you either. You were always kind and patient with The Master, but so many other people in The Master’s past pretended to be kind and patient in order to use him. Though you had so many opportunities to manipulate him, or try to, that is, but you never did. So maybe you could be trusted after all.

The Master did eventually will himself to trust you enough in order to interact with you during his O persona. Then to tell you who he truly was. Then his trust grew enough to allow you onto his TARDIS. And then to begin dating you. 

Even though his trust in you did grow exponentially, The Master could never shake all of his insecurities away. Either his Drums would flare up and he would question everything that led to this moment in time or vice versa. The Master, unfortunately for himself, could never resist the urge to question his entire life, which always lead to a massive drumbeat-filled headache.

The Master refused to tell you about The Drums. The only person who really knew about The Drums was The Doctor, and she had a history of not believing the severity of the drumbeat inside The Master’s mind. And after Rassilon and the leaders of Gallifrey accused him of being insane and diseased for the noise in his mind, the noise they gave him, The Master assumed that everyone would see him as weak and monstrous for something he did not choose to have. The last thing he wanted was for you to run from him. You were the only person left in his life. And The Master, even though he was still sceptical of you, had grown very fond of you. He might even conjecture that he loved you, if he even knew what that feeling was. But whatever he was feeling was very similar to what billions of romantics had described as love. Perhaps, telling you about the truth of his mind would not be as devastating as The Master feared.

The Drums were particularly loud today. They have been echoing around his brain since he woke up this morning. Unlike some of his previous regenerations, The Drums weren’t always this bad, but The Master would have some horrible days still. 

The Drums were already raging in The Master’s head by the time you woke up. He had tried to stay quiet while being with you, but he eventually needed to distract himself, so he picked up the book he left on the bedside table and tried to focus and read until you woke up. Once you had, The Master quickly placed the book back on the bedside table. He hadn’t progressed very far in it and that was only making the drumbeat and his insecurities worse. All The Master wanted at the moment was your attention, which you happily gave him.

After a brief moment of cuddling, you got up to take a shower. You, in your tired state, assumed that today was like any normal day and that The Master was feeling perfect and well. 

The Master informed you that he would take a shower in his own bedroom, which wasn’t abnormal. He would do this often if he had a plan in mind so he could easily run out of the shower and write down whatever idea he had. So, again, you thought nothing of his act. You, however, had never actually been to his room. The TARDIS always kept it hidden, but you never pushed her or her Master on why that was the case.

Before leaving your room, though, The Master said that he would either be working in his study or in The TARDIS console room or the storage rooms. It was a lie, of course. After The Master’s long shower, he dried himself off and then cocooned himself within the many blankets on his bed. 

The Master did feel bad for not telling you the truth. You deserved his honesty. He just didn’t want to worry you. In the back of his mind, however, The Master worried that you didn’t care at all. He couldn’t help but think that he was unworthy of your kindness and love, if your feelings were even real. The Master continued to debate your love for him and all of his failings in his life until he eventually dozed off into a troubling and nightmare-filled nap.

You needed to ask The Master something a couple of hours after you woke up that morning. It wasn’t too important. It was just something small related to your job on Earth. But you wanted to complete the project you were working on today. 

You looked in The Master’s office, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked in the console room, but still nothing. Finally, you walked all the way down into the dark storage rooms, and still, The Master was nowhere to be seen.

You felt The TARDIS urging you out of the room and toward another part of the ship. You followed her instructions without question. The TARDIS’s telepathic services rang throughout your mind when you walked out of the storage rooms with a confused huff. She kindly led you through her wandering halls to an unknown room. You asked telepathically if The Master was in the room, and she responded that he was. 

So, you knocked on the door, but there was no response. The TARDIS urged you to just open the door, and you did. The room looked like a normal bedroom, at least from what you could see of it because the lights were all out. There was an outline bed, wardrobes, and a desk, but there was no sign of The Master.

“Can you please close the door?” You jumped a bit upon hearing The Master’s voice, which sounded broken and sad. You really didn’t think that he was in the room, but you did as he asked without question. 

“Master? Are you okay?” You walked forward a bit into the dark of the room but stayed reliably close to the door.

“I’m fine. You can just go about your day, Y/n.” You huffed, knowing that The Master was deflecting. You slowly walked around the bed, after making out the fact that the mound of the bed was in fact The Master. He was mainly sleeping on the side of the bed that The Master always slept on when the two of you shared a bed, so you stayed on your side of the bed as well. You lend down into a kneeling position and looked at the breathing mound of blankets. You wanted to give The Master space, but also look him in the eye, if possible. You suddenly felt determined to get to the bottom of The Master’s depressive episodes. He had been hiding for far too long.

“I’m not going to leave you like this. Now, what’s wrong, Master?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does matter. Something’s wrong and I want to make it better if I can.”

“Just hold me.” You heard The Master choke out after a long silence. He lifted up the side of the blankets you were closest to, allowing you to crawl under The Master’s many blankets. Even in the darkness, you could see that The Master was holding himself and he was shaking a bit. You quickly wrapped your body around his and just held him. Sometimes, you kissed his forehead and brought a hand through his hair, but The Master was still shaking. Seeing him like this terrified you. Seeing the person you loved so broken looking was hurting you to your core. You just wanted to help The Master.

“Master, please just give me a hint as to what’s going on so I can be useful. It doesn’t have to be everything, but what’s going on? I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“Have I ever told you about The Drums?” The Master said in a strained voice. You responded with a confused ‘no.’

“The Untempered Schism?” Again, you responded with a confused ‘no.’

“What about the Time Vortex?”

“Just that that is what we travel through. Why?”

The Master explained The Drums to you, slowly because he was still in pain. He explained how he looked into the Untempered Schism as a child and that’s when the drumbeat first began to plague his mind. Finally, he explained everything that the Drums did to him, both minor consequences and major symptoms. Everything that The Master had to experience broke your heart, but the mention of the drumbeat piqued your curiosity.

“Is this what I have been hearing sometimes?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes, when we are cuddling or reading together or just at random times when I am with you, I hear a drum beat in my head. It’s always four beats. It’s steady and soft in the background. I hear it now actually.”

“Does it scare you?”

“No. It calms me down. It reminds me of you, Master.” The Master hummed; he didn’t understand why you could hear The Drums or why you weren’t worried about it. However, The Master was too drained to process either of those realities fully, so he just accepted it. He was staring off into space when you cupped his face in your hands. The Drums, when they were raging, caused him to not process things fully. Like there was a loud fog in his head and it made him feel horrible. But you were making all of this period more bearable.

You brushed your palm through his disgruntled hair, and then delicately caressed his face again. The Master closed his eyes; he always grew more relaxed in your presence.

“I love you.” The Master whispered vulnerably.

“I love you, Master.” You saw him smile bittersweetly and a stray tear rolled down his face. You wiped it away and kissed his forehead before cuddling The Master once more. 

“Do you want to take a nap?” The Master nodded into you.

“Do you want to be alone?” The Master shook his head “no,” but then immediately groaned when an intense pain erupted through his head. You told The Master that you were going to get him some more painkillers and water before you took your nap. It took some convincing for The Master to actually let you go, but you ensured him that you would return quickly.

You made sure that The Master took the medication and drank some water. You knew that in times like these it was your responsibility to take care of him, and you were happy to do it. You wanted to make sure that The Master was safe and healthy and happy, just like how he had always made you feel when you were feeling low.

The two of you then laid back down together on The Master’s bed and shuffled around a bit before you found a comfortable position. The Master ended up laying on top of you, with his head over your heart and your hands either rubbed circled on his back or played with his hair. In this environment, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a deep slumber. And, when The Master woke up, many hours later, The Drums were gone and his mind was clear and calm, all because of your care.

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Filling the Empty Space

MAIN MASTER LIST

REQUEST PROMPT: (from Anonymous) Young reader x Sherlock. She's probably early twenties and is Sherlock's roommate. As she's young Sherlock protects her from red flag guys or whatever. While caring for her, he feels he's falling for her.

Word Count: 1.4k

I loved this request and had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings/Notes: Sherlock x reader (Age gap), Sherlock fluff extreme fluff.

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It was a strange occurrence for Sherlock. He was a man of repetition. He prided himself on sticking to a routine even with his anarchic career path. Except now that routine had been shattered, by one thing and one thing only–John’s wedding. 

He was used to John’s mumblings and the clicking of his keyboard as he wrote his blog. But now it was silent. Sherlock was left to his thoughts and the emptiness of John’s absence. After four painstakingly  long weeks, Sherlock decided that he had enough. His routine could not go back to normal unless there was someone else occupying the flat. The background noise, the rustling of paper, the typing of keys, and the off-hand comments are what fueled the fuel of his mind. Sherlock couldn’t think of a time before John. How did ever get things done without John around? 

After a word of approval with Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock opened his computer and put in an ad. He was going to take on a new flatmate. With a click, the advertisement was broadcasted to the community. He didn’t care about the person’s gender. That didn’t matter so long as he had something to occupy the space. All he had to do now was wait until potential flatmates applied. 

Sherlock glanced around the room. To say it was a mess was an understatement. He supposed he’d have to tidy things up before anyone came to check out the flat. So that’s what he did, Sherlock cleaned. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Something good was going to come out of this new arrangement. Sherlock was sure of it. 

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A look in her eyes. That’s all it took for Sherlock to say yes and have her move in. He supposed it was because of the way the sun hit her eyes or the smile hidden behind them. It reminded him of John. She had moved in by the end of the week. She only came with a few boxes. Fresh out of uni, is what she told Sherlock. 

Sherlock, of course, explained his line of work and what being his flat mate would entail. “It requires more of you as a flat mate,” Sherlock noted. He not only needed someone to fill John’s space, but also the space of a partner in crime. Someone to help him with cases. After all, Sherlock’s life was all about the cases. 

Y/N. That was her name. She told him she didn’t mind. She enjoyed the occasional adventure and wouldn’t mind tagging along. 

Sherlock was also pleased to find out she was a recent graduate of forensics. This meant her stomach could handle all of his strange experiments around the flat. In fact, Sherlock found it hardly bothered her as long as it stayed away from her things and the edible food in the fridge. Something John would never let him do. It also meant that she was now working at Scotland Yard with Molly Hooper. He’d have unlimited access to the morgue. 

Everything was perfect until Y/N started to venture out more. She downloaded many applications on her phone to help her connect to others and find a potential partner. It didn’t sit right with him. Sherlock knew what the men of London could get up to. He’s seen some of the worst. The least he could do was warn her. Right?

He was only looking out for his flat mate-friend. Y/N was a friend now. When she matched with someone on a dating app, she'd show their profile to Sherlock. His deductive skills could tell which of them would be worth the effort and which men to avoid. Unknowingly, Sherlock found himself coming up with lies. There’d be the occasional man, who’d appear on the screen, and he couldn’t find fault with them. So, he’d make up something about that particular style of haircut or the type of clothing that they were wearing. 

This puzzled Sherlock. He had no reason to lie. He was just protecting his friend–his l…. Sherlock’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“It can’t be,” he muttered. 

“Can’t be what?” Y/N asked. She had appeared from the bedroom. She was wearing a long flowy dress with thin straps. The one she bought last week. The color perfectly suited her skin, making it glow with loving light. Her hair was down, and loosely styled and she wore makeup. Her lips tinted pink. Sherlock’s eyes took the sight of her in. She was beautiful.

“Sherlock you’re staring,” Y/N said. “Do I look alright?” 

Sherlock shook himself from the trance she placed on him. “You’re wearing makeup.”

Y/N’s face dropped. “Does it look bad? I thought I should try out this new lipstick.”

“No.” He replied before muttering, “it looks nice.” 

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she smiled. “Thanks.”

“Are you going somewhere?” Sherlock asked. His head tilted to the side and dark brows lifted up. He scanned through his memory. He was sure she had told him something. 

She brushed a few stray hairs behind her ear. “After all the advice you’ve given me, I’ve thought I’d give it a go at ‘deducing’ potential dates. And I think I’ve found a good one.” She smiled. She reached for her purse on the coat rack and swung it onto her shoulder. 

Sherlock’s eyes widened and his shoulders tensed up. He opened his mouth to say something–anything–before Y/N walked out the door to meet her date, but he couldn’t find the words. Y/N told him when she should be returning later that night and left Sherlock sitting in his chair. Her words went in one ear and out the other. 

Now the sun had set, and the living room went dark. Sherlock sat in the shadows of London. His heart clenched and tight. It was as if John had left all over again. Except for this time, it wasn’t John. It was Y/N. She’s on a date with a man. A man whose company she would enjoy much more than Sherlock’s. A man who was around her age. Not someone as old as he was, though Sherlock didn’t consider himself to be old. His mind was still young and alive. He thought of how Y/N would move out, just as quickly as she moved in. Sherlock would have to attend another wedding. Sherlock would have to lose another friend. 

Sherlock shook his head. Y/N wasn’t a friend. Not anymore. Through their adventures, he’s grown to love being around her. He’d find himself stopping by the morgue just to see her. He loved having morning tea with her as she talked about the dreams she had the night before. He loved the way she stood up for him when Anderson or Donovan tried to strike him down. He loves…Love. Sherlock loved her. He shot up from his seat. Sherlock made up his mind. He was going to find Y/N and he was going to tell them that he…

The door to the flat creaked open. There stood Y/N. She gently closed the door behind her. 

“Sherlock? Why are all the lights off?” She asked. 

The wood underneath Sherlock’s feet creaked as he approached her. He didn’t need the lights turned on to see Y/N–to really see her. He stopped a few inches away from her. Y/N held her breath as she looked at Sherlock’s eyes, trying to understand what was going in his brilliant mind. 

Sherlock just observed how the lights of the city crept through the window and reflected in Y/N’s eyes. They sparkled like stars. 

“Sherlock?” Y/N whispered. 

Suddenly Sherlock stepped back and pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t do it. What would she say. He couldn’t bear to lose her. He couldn’t do it. So instead, he asked, “How was your date?”

Y/N flicked on the lights. “Oh alright. He was great. Dinner was nice…” 

Sherlock stopped.” He turned to look at her. 

“But he wasn’t you.” She muttered. 

With those words, Sherlock froze. He shook his head. He couldn’t have heard her right. 

“Sherlock,” Y/N began. Her voice was shaking. “I’m sorry, I can move out, I just had to tell you…”

He walked towards her and cupped her cheeks. Their noses were barely touching. “You can’t leave. Don’t. Please…I” Sherlock pleaded. Dare he say it?

“Sherlock?” 

“I...I love you.” He muttered. Sherlock spoke so quietly he wasn’t sure that he said it. 

Y/N smiled and rested her forehead against Sherlock’s. “I love you too.”

He smiled. He felt her breath on his lips. It was heavy with anticipation. A wave of confidence fell over him and he leaned in. His lips met hers. His bottom lip fit perfectly against hers and Sherlock felt as if she was the only one he was ever meant to kiss. The only one he could ever love. The space in his heart that he never knew was empty had been filled and he loved that it was her.

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