#anyway I just needed to scream into the aether

[fandomsmadness]

TBHX episode 13 rant

Raving reviews this week, the return of the groan-worthy action cliffhangers, and a lot of appreciation for feminist themes.

Almost missed the title card in this one because I've gotten used to them being front and center. Anyway, spoilers below cut

Firstly, let me go and find my humble cap because after spending so long (along with most of the fandom) groaning and laughing in equal measure at a "loli" hero, now I feel like a goddamned jerk who really should've known better. This episode properly owned me and I will take that well deserved kick in the butt and apologize to Loli for every time I looked at that character PV and thought "huh she seems kinda shallow."

This theme has grabbed me by the hair and is refusing to let go. Such a strong hero motivation too. As someone who wasn't really expecting much out of the Loli arc, this hit me like a sledgehammer. So much to unpack, but in as brief terms as possible, two aspects I really love about how this theme relates to other worldbuilding aspects:

Queen and how she's serving as inspiration to all girls out there. This is why representation of any and all kinds matter

Trust value and how people's perceptions of you influence your own abilites, regardless of how skilled or strong you actually are (are we projecting into real life? Oh definitely)

But also, massive props to Luo Li for deciding to become a hero in her own (very cute very girly) terms and not deciding to be hyper macho when it was clear it's not her style, just because other people want to. This theme of people's perception of you affecting how they treat you? Personal attacks all around, I haven't felt this called out in ages.

It's also very telling, and again reflective of real life, that Luo Li needed to find another girl to really understand her because all the men (by which I mean, that one guy) want her help fulfilling their own visions. Side note: Men suck.

The only guy here who was not warranting my wrath was professor Luo, but even he is shown (like a lot of Asian men, tbh) to be very caring, engaged in, and involved at work while neglecting his own family. Still, at least he didn't grind Luo Li's dreams to the ground, I suppose.

I could gush about the patriarchy and feminist themes in this episode forever, but we move on, before this turns into an academic essay.

Second highlight: Creepy guy aka Ghostblade-is-that-you???

Ngl my first reaction was "Spiderman Noir? What are you doing here?"

Somehow, LHO made a creep look socially-awkward-in-a-kinda-cute-way and I am having mixed reactions to the fact that I'm even thinking this is kinda cute. Is it just me?

Anyway, if this is Ghostblade (and I really hope it is) then what is he doing? Watching over Nuonuo? Is this the daughter? Or is he protecting her for some reason because he knew about the DJ whoever and his musical atrocities?

Speaking of DJ Shindig (can I send flowers to whoever came up with that name) is this a hero gone rogue? I thought only Zero did that. Is this guy allied with Aether Labs/Spotlight org/fear?

Someone somewhere mentioned that despite the English sub (as usual) not being accurate, the Chinese names for Glimmer lab and Aether labs are the same, so.... the rise of Spotlight?

Overall, a fantastic episode because it was heavy on the worldbuilding and related themes, gave us a lot to think about in terms of Luo Li, feminism, timeline, trust value, and most importantly Spotlight, but also is a great introduction to her arc as a whole. And hey, it's still June, so happy pride again to all the lesbians who are screaming out there.

Also, she's so small. Not even 20? Adorable.

Other minor things:

Is it a sub issue or is this ep more heavy on the wording? Like I swear the language didn't get this flowery until now-

This suit cool. That's all

Lastly, fuck you guys

And three more weeks until we circle back to exactly what Big Johnnie was pissed off about over here, lest we forget

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

Okay I just read Zayne's "Still in Dark" anecdote, and now I'm crying and also my jaW IS ON THE GROUND, WHAT IN THE FUC-

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enjoy the tags, I just needed to vent....

And I'm scared 🤣

[genshin-obsessed]

Breaking Up hcs | Genshin & HSR

Have I done this before? I know I made that "what if we broke up?" post but I don't think I've done break up hcs before? I hope not anyway cuz i'm doing them now! Also, maybe I went overboard a little cuz even I felt bad lol and I usually don't feel sad when I write angst.

Characters: Aether, Diluc, Wanderer, Caelus, Jing Yuan, and Aventurine (lol I'ma try)

☽ Aether

That break up took a toll on him, more so than even he thought at first. Sleeping became his least favorite activity because he was constantly seeing your faces in his dreams. Constantly.

The entirety of Teyvat fell apart for the short time their favorite errand boy refused to do anything for them. Honestly, Aether didn't do anything for the first week or so. He was barely eating, barely sleeping, barely alive.

It was hard adventuring too, Paimon no longer wanted him to go because sometimes he'd just get distracted and take unnecessary hits. It was kinda bad. Eventually, she got Katheryne to no longer give him any combat requests because he just wasn't doing good enough.

All he wanted to do was talk to you, but you didn't want to talk to him, so that led him to just remaining in his teapot alone. He didn't even allow visitors for a short while. Paimon did her best to try and comfort him, but there were so few words that could actually get through that sorrow he was dealing with.

It took maybe a month before he allowed people to come visit him and under no circumstances were they allowed to bring you up. Mainly because he'd cry. Everyone did try in their own way to help him, even people like Wanderer or Arlecchino tried to give him some "words of wisdom". It... didn't work mainly because Aether wasn't receptive to it anymore.

☽ Diluc

He really did busy himself with work like he said he would. It's almost all hours of the day. He's rarely even seen at home anymore.

Ironically, Diluc is still very careful about getting hurt because if he did, then he'd need to remain at home and be on bed rest and he genuinely couldn't handle that.

He no longer sleeps in his bed either. Usually, he comes home later, collapses on the couch for a few hours until some dream about you wakes him up and he's back to work. He can't stand sleeping in that bed because you used to lay right beside him.

No one, I mean no one, is allowed to even say your name. Truth be told, Diluc is barely hanging on by a thread, someone saying your name and bringing your image to his mind's eye would ruin him.

Even Kaeya doesn't tease him. Actually, Kaeya keeps away because Diluc is quite irritable and not many people wanted to deal with that. While they understood the break up upset him... it was just too much.

☽ Wanderer

Oh boy. Breaking up with him was hard because he was angry and yelling (at the situation apparently), and just saying no. Eventually though, he relented and agreed. You didn't want to be with him and... well, it wasn't right to force you.

The aftermath was pretty bad. He was angry, didn't want to talk to anyone, and just up and vanished for a while. It wasn't until Aether and Paimon accidentally stumbled upon him while adventuring that they learned a little about what happened.

(W/n) explained that he never thought he'd lose you. Out of all the people he was "friendly" with, he never thought you would up and leave the way you did. It broke his heart- a heart he didn't even know started beating again.

Aether offered for (w/n) to join him on some adventures to just take his mind off of things and he, surprisingly, agreed. But it wasn't the same. Both Paimon and Aether noticed the lack of energy.

He was also constantly in his own mind. Most conversations happened between Aether and Paimon because (w/n) would just mentally check out and not even be paying attention. He didn't break down and cry physically but emotionally, he was a wreck. But it was so bad, he didn't know what to do. Cry, scream, try and take over the world, he didn't know.

What he did know was that the world didn't feel right without you.

☆ Caelus

You lived on the Astral Express with him and the others. Everyone thought you were the cutest couple and everywhere you went, you two received the same compliments. So, he definitely fell apart a little when you just up and ended the relationship.

The worst part was that he couldn't have time away from you. Not in the mean sense, but if you two were breaking up, he needed (for his own mental health) not to see you every single day. But... that wasn't possible.

It was extremely awkward for everyone on board. Welt and Himeko tried their best to keep things normal, the conductor did their best to keep conversations going, and Dan Heng just didn't bother coming out of his room. Caelus took a page from Dan Heng's books and just locked himself away for like two weeks.

When it was finally time for him to come out, he took time off of the express, choosing to go visit some old friends to regain some of that normalcy. Jarilo VI was where he spent most of his time as he hadn't been there in a while. He stayed there without the others for maybe two or so weeks, finding ample time to spend with Natasha, Seele, Bronya, Serval, and Gepard.

While he didn't openly state you two broke up, everyone knew. He did go and visit the Xianzhou which Dan Heng did join him in doing which was a good bonding experience for the two. It was when he finally opened up about losing you. According to Caelus, everything felt so wrong. Like a part of him was missing and that part was so close to his reach. But every single day, he had to pretend like it wasn't.

☆ Jing Yuan

He really didn't know what to do at the moment. He kinda stopped paying attention after you said you wanted to end the relationship. He tried to convince you otherwise, saying that breaking up wouldn't give him the chance to fix it but you were pretty adamant. He couldn't just say no... so he said ok and you were gone.

He tried to act normal. He did his job normally for the first day and that's when it all started to fall apart. The second he had time alone, it just hit him so painfully. You thought him losing his old friends was painful? This was a whole new level.

The second day, he couldn't really perform his duties as well and just handed them off to the first person he saw. Yanqing was most worried and desperately tried to get anyone's help because he didn't know what to do. It led him straight to the Astral Express and unsurprisingly, no one knew what to do.

Jing Yuan didn't even want help, honestly. He'd been hurting for years carrying the memories he did, so what was one more painful one? Maybe it was some sort of divine justice? Jing Yuan wasn't the most upstanding man, right? So he probably deserved this. What right did he have to just go and fix it?

Caelus did end up finding him out and about once, having the chance to share tea with Jing Yuan. The general explained he didn't know how to fix anything anymore. While it wasn't healthy to live life this way, it was his punishment probably. Caelus' concern led him to ask that burning question: why?

"I should've done better. Treated them better... maybe then... I'd still have them."

☆ Aventurine

He almost didn't register the words that came out of your mouth. You... break up with him? You were talking, explaining why, but he couldn't really follow. It's like his brain just stopped working and all he could think was 'this wasn't supposed to happen'.

At the end of it, you were gone and he was alone. Aventurine expected betrayal in his line of work, but he never expected it from you. Your "deal" with him was special. It wasn't like his normal deals. It was one that you two emerged equally victorious and no one lost anything. Right?

Even Ratio had pity for him. Aventurine waltzed around as if nothing happened but there was such a dramatic shift in his personality. He said the same things he always did, he acted as if he always did, but there was a distinct bitterness when he spoke of being let down.

When he told people to make use of him, there was a hint of resentment laced in his words. While he claimed he expected to be exploited at some point, there was still a twinge of fear. It never hurt before but for some reason, it scared him now.

He did briefly open up to Ratio, who was just berating him as usual, and it even took him by surprise. Aventurine didn't say much, but he did say how he figured everyone in the world to want to set him on fire for one reason or another. He just didn't expect it would be you to light the flame. Veritas called him an idiot and said you had every right to leave, which Aventurine wholeheartedly agreed with.

You did have every right to leave. You just didn't have the right to take whatever made him feel normal.

[yanderehsr]

Thinking about the "veronica open the door please!"....What if reader was to lock themselves in the bathroom to get rid of the yandere after a break up? Could I please have this scenario?^^ Ooooo make that be hibiscus lunae, Venti and Aether! Also, how r u? How have u been? Do you mind the fact that I send quite a few requests? Anyways, ty for reading my request <33

Ah yes, Hibiscus Lunae🤣. And no need to be worried, you can send in as many asks as you want.

Anyways, hope you'll enjoy😄

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

Imbibitor Lunae: He bangs on the door over and over again, hoping to break it down, to get you back, he can hear your whimpers of fear yet cannot bring himself to care right now, you are HIS, he must have you back. He just needs this stuped door down.

When Imbibitor Lunae finally breaks down the door and sees you on the ground, crying and trying to push yourself further back, he can't help but to be happy, you are here and you are coming with him, whether you want to or not.

"I regret ever agreeing to this break up, what I have said before holds true now as well, you are mine, always has been and always will"

Venti: Come out, Comeoutcomeoutcomeout, don't you trust him, why do you lock yourself away from him, the boy is desperate, he will punch, kick and scratch the door, please come out, he wants you back, no he needs you back.

Venti begs you to come out, he needs to see you. He may be an archon but he wouldn't hesitate to grovel on the ground as long as he gets a second chance, should he not get that second chance then he would break the door down and tackle you into the ground, Venti will cry and hug you, now don't struggle, he will just take you somewhere only he will ever gaze upon you again.

"Honey, please talk to me... I-I need to hear your voice, can you not do this for your boyfriend... what do you mean break up, we never broke up, stop spouting lies"

Aether: You can hear him from the other side, banging on the door and screaming at you to open, he doesn't sound angry, more worried than that. You didn't think your ex boyfriend would show up to get you back, much less try and force you back into the relationship, it seems his possessiveness hadn't relinquished.

You can see Aether's efforts is starting to crack the wood in the door, you curl up to protect yourself, it may be useless when it's the Traveler of all people trying to get you, but it makes you feel safe, you hear the door break open, all is quiet until you feel his warm embrace around you, he hugs you and says nothing until...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... why did you have to break up with me, all I wanted you to be is safe... now hold on, I'll carry you somewhere better, somewhere without any people who will steal you away"

[arisewanekosuki]

TLH -Extra-: A Novel - Yae Miko (Feat. Inazuma boys x Fem!Reader)

Finally finished this idea ٩(๑❛ワ❛๑)و Sorry for any mistakes. ------------------

Miko lately was bored, whenever she would come to your TeaPot there would be something going on, but lately… It's too peaceful for her liking.  It seems many boys have been very busy the past few days, so she can't watch how they are fighting against each other for your affections.  But she came up with a plan. A plan that can bring some chaos and mora to her pockets at the same time.

You were sitting on the sofa, looking through some artefacts. You already told others how you can see stories in them or see if the artefacts are good to make others stronger, but for them it just looks like you're intensely looking at the piece you're holding with serious expression. Yae Miko chuckled at that, you didn't even notice her approaching.  -"There is my little helper~" she said, placing both of her hands on your shoulders from behind. -"Ah?!" you screamed and turned to see the Kitsune lady. -"M-Miko! You surprised me!" Miko chuckled at that. -"You should be more aware of your surroundings little one~" -"Huh? But here is the safest place in whole Teyvat?" -"Hmm?~ Are you sure about it?~" She smirked "Anyway I was hoping you can help me with something, do you have time now?" -"Oh sure! Should I go get Aether?" -"Ah, there is no need, only you can help me with this anyway~" you looked confused at her but still agreed, but this was something you never expected you would be doing.

At Narukami Shrine, stood you and Miko with another Shrine Maiden that was looking through Kamera. -"Is this really necessary?" you asked, feeling embarrassment. You are wearing a Shrine maidens' outfit with cat ears on your head and tail. -"Of course! Our model got sick and we can't wait till she will recover." Said Kitsune Lady, smiling at you, while other Shrine maiden took photos that will be used as references for artists... or so you were told. "Can you now change your pose? Hmm, maybe some cute cat pose?"  -"Something like this?" you held one hand a bit higher than your head, while the other closer to the chest. -"Yes! That's a good one!" clapped Miko. After more poses and taking photos you thought that would be it. -"Now please change into this~" Miko said, handing you a very lovely looking kimono. -"Oh what is this for?" you asked. -"It's uchikake… traditional Inazuma wedding Kimono." -"HUH?!" -"This is for novel about ninja lady who assassinated her 'husband'" -"You… have very interesting novels here haha…"

It was evening when you came back to TeaPot. Paimon was the first one to welcome you and ask where you have been. -”Ah, with Miko, she asked me to help her with… something… But! Look! I got mora from it!” You showed the bag filled with golden coins, proud that you earned mora without help from anyone. The rest of the evening you spent with Paimon wondering what you two should buy with it.

Some weeks have passed, you even forget about this whole thing but you become unaware of what started to happen in Inazuma because of your little job.

Thoma was the first to notice it. While passing the stall of Yae Publishing house he saw something… or rather someone on one of the covers of novels. Coming closer he was sure, the person on the cover was you! The cute cat ears atop of your head added to your adorableness. He quickly took the novel and asked how much it was. -”Ah it's a special limited edition so it costs 15 000 Mora.” Kuroda smiled. Thoma couldn’t help but gulp. -”Alright… I want to buy this one!” He placed a bag of mora, knowing it will hurt him financially this month. -”Of course! Ah, would you want to check the other special limited edition of another series as well?” Kuroda placed the other novel in front of the housekeeper. On the cover you wear beautiful uchikake. Thoma’s cheeks became red, seeing you in a wedding kimono makes wonders to his heart. -”H-how much…?” he asked, scared of the price. -”This one has more extra illustrations, so 20 000 Mora.”  the editor smiled devilishly. Thoma sighed, thinking that this month he will have to eat less but for this limited novel with you on the cover it’s worth it. -”I’m buying this one too!” 

Itto was chilling with Genta and Mamoru when they suddenly saw Akira running towards them. -”Haha what got you in such hurry? “ Itto laughed, looking at Akira who was trying to catch his breath. -”B-boss… there… Yae Publishing House…” he tried to say while catching his breath. -”What’s up with that?” the gang leader asked. -”There is a novel with (Y/n)’s image on the cover!” he finally said. -”WHAT?! AND YOU DIDN'T BOUGHT IT?!” Itto shouted. -”Well… It's a special edition so it’s expensive- Oi Boss wait!” Itto didn’t wait for his gang member to finish sentence and rushed towards the city. …  When the guys reached Yae Publishing House, they saw Itto pleading with Kuroda . -”Don’t be like that, man! I will pay! Just I need time to get mora!” -”No, the only thing I can do is save those two copies for now, but you have one week to pay, if not I’m selling them to the next person!” Itto smiled after hearing that. -”Thanks man! Don’t worry! I will pay it soon!” With that the Oni went to his gang.  “Did ya hear? Time to gather 35 000 Mora!” His gang sighed, knowing where this would go…

Heizou caught another criminal, because he was working alone he had to bring the guy to the police station himself.  When he was passing two men he couldn’t help but notice something in one of the guy's hands. A novel… with the image of you. -”Excuse me sir, may I ask where did you get this from? “ the self proclaimed detective stopped to ask. -”Oh, um, from Yae Publishing House, it's a limited edition.” -”Humm, I see~” Heizou looked at the criminal. “Well some walk will do you good, after all you will spend some time in jail~” he smiled, the criminal looked at him confused. -”Huh?” … -”Thank you for your patronage, good sir!” Kuroda said, giving Heizou two novels. Heizou chuckled, looking at the covers.  -”Ah~ She is so stunning, don’t you think?” Heizou asked the tied up man. -”Uhh.. yeah…?” -”You didn't say it with conviction… Take a better look!” Heizou brought the novel closer to the guy’s face. “She is soo dreamy~! Such a beautiful, wonderful woman!-” -”Um… can you just take me to the police… please…”   … -”What took you so long?” Sara asked Heizou, who just came back to the police station with the criminal. -”I had to take a small detour~ Now excuse me, there is something I have to do~!” He said with a big smile. Before the Tengu warrior could ask where he was going he had already vanished. She looked at the door and then the criminal, confused. “Did he solve another case?” she wondered. Heizou of course wanted quickly to come back home and enjoy his new treasures.

Gorou came to bring the responses for the That's Life column, he hates meeting the Guuji so he prefers to bring it to Yae Publishing House himself. -”Thank you Gorou-san, Aratani will take care of them.” Kuroda said. -”No problem! …Huh?” the Watatsumi general saw the novel behind the editor. On the cover was someone very similar to you. “Is this (Y/n)? Impossible… why would she be on the cover of some novel.”  -”Ah, are you interested in this one? “ Kuroda placed the novel in front of him. The boy took a better look at it. -”Wait… it is (Y/n)!?”  He was shocked. Not only is it's image of you but you have cat ears and tail, being in a shrine maiden outfit too. He covered his mouth with his hand, face red already. You look so cute to him.  -”I can tell you’re interested in this one, don’t you?” the man smirked, seeing how General tail started to wag. -”...Y-yeah, how much?” “It's a special limited edition so… 15 000 Mora.” Gorou grumped at the price. -”Alright-” -”But wait! There's one more!” Kuroda showed the novel with you wearing uchikatte. Gorou gasped. “This one is for 20 000~” Gorou tried to tell himself that he doesn't need it, but with one look he couldn’t help himself. -”I will take this one too…” -”Haha thanks Gorou-san!” Gorou held both novels close to his chest, ears flat on his head and cheeks tainted with red. “I just hope this Kitsune won’t see me like this…” What Canine Warrior didn’t know was that Kuroda will tell Miko about his and others' reactions.

The Crux stopped in Inazuma for a week. After helping Beidou, Kazuha thought of going for a walk to enjoy the scenery of his homeland. Before leaving Beidou’s side, one of the sailors came running towards him. -”Kazuha!! Isn’t this your lass?!” he showed the novel. Both Beidou and Kazuha with curiosity looked at the cover of it. The capitan whistled. -”I didn’t know (y/n) became a model! Where did you get that?” Beidou asked, smirking at Kazuha whose cheeks clearly became a bit red. -”They are selling it in Yae publishing house, I won the lottery so I got this one for free but I saw there is another one too! If you want to get it, better go now! They don’t have that much left!” -”Alright, thank you, Drake.” -”No problem! Just go!” With that Kazuha ran towards Hanamizaka. Beidou then looked at his crew mate.  -”I never saw him run that fast. Do those have more illustrations?” -”Oh yeah! There are plenty of them!” -”Hoo~! I wonder if Kazuha let me read them too.” Beidou laughed.   ... After buying the novel Kazuha found a quiet place to read it. Every time there was an illustration he couldn’t help but admire it. There were moments that he got so immersed in your beauty that he forgot what was happening in the story. The character wasn’t anything like you but this doesn't stop him from imagining the stories where you in other circumstances both meet and fall in love with each other. The samurai sighed and closed the novel. “That should be for today or next time I see her I won’t hold back from confessing.”

In the evening Thoma was reading one of the novels he bought. In this one the Heroine is a half Yōkai that wanted to become Shrine Maiden. At some point in the story she fell in love with a commoner boy. The housekeeper couldn’t help but imagine you two in those scenarios. When there was a moment in the story where the maiden saved the boy from bandits showing her true nature, Thoma heard a knock. -”Thoma-san, Ayato-sama is asking for your assistance.“ after this sentence Thoma’s blood went cold. -”Alright, thank you.“ With nervousness he left his room and went towards Ayato’s bedroom. After knocking and asking if he could come in, he heard the permission. -”Ah Thoma! You're probably wondering why I called you at such an hour.” Ayato smiled, placing something at the table.  They were both special limited novels. Thoma tried to not show nervousness, pretending to be surprised. -”Is that…?”  -”Yes, (Y/n) was the model for this and I wanted to share it with you. Here.” Ayato placed two more books. “From your reaction I can assume you didn’t know about this right? So I got those for you.” Thoma was surprised, he wasn’t sure what game Ayato now plays. -”Thank you very much, my Lord, but I’m not sure if I can accept those.” -”Of course you can, I’m sure you’re interested in them.” -”Then thank you. Is there something more you need, my lord?” Thoma took both novels and smiled at the head of the Kamisato family. -”No, you can go… and enjoy the present I gave you.” Ayato mischievously smiled. Thoma excused himself and left the room. “He knows that I got them already! For sure!” Thoma was panicking, last time Ayato made him work so much that every night he was knocked out from exhaustion. Now he wonders what kind of ‘punishment’ he will face now… Meanwhile Ayato smiled, he was a bit angry that the housekeeper didn’t inform him about the novels but it’s alright now. After all, he bought all of the limited editions that were available. He doesn't want any more people to see your lovely image in these novels. As for Thoma… Ayato won’t do anything, he knows that his servant is panicking now, wondering what the head of Kamisato will order him to do and this is his ‘punishment’.  Young lord took one of the novels looking through the pages he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. -”Guuji -sama is a really mischievous person. I wouldn't be surprised if others got their hands on other copies.” Ayato continued reading where he stopped before. Looking at illustrations he thinks about buying you some more lovely clothes that will suit you. 

In the morning people could hear someone shouting from excitement. -”Thank you Shinobu! You’re the best!!!” Itto said holding both novels in his hands while the boys were victorious dancing around him. The gang’s deputy only sighed.  -”Don’t forget that you still have work to do.” -”Yeah yeah don’t worry!” The Oni already stopped listening to the person who helped him get those novels. Shinobu glared at him, she swiftly took the novels from his hands. -”O-oi I haven't seen everything yet! Ugh-!” Itto took a step back after seeing the young woman's eyes. -”After you finish your work I will give them back to you.” With that she left. -”Shinobu! Don’t be like that! Hey!” Itto and guys followed after her, hoping they would persuade her to give back the novels. She didn’t. 

At some point it became lively in TeaPot. You noticed that guys from Inazuma started to visit it frequently. There is one thing that bothered you. Heizou and Kazuha would give you big smiles when seeing you. At first you thought they were just in a good mood. When you asked what made them smile so much they mysteriously would respond with “Nothing~! Just good to see you!”  Then there was both Gorou and Thoma. When they would see you both of them would blush and excuse themself. You wondered if you did something wrong but when confronted them Gorou would sutter and find excuses just to leave, while Thoma would awkwardly smile at you saying that you did nothing wrong. You are sure you saw Thoma slapping himself when he thought you weren’t looking.  Itto seemed like he wants to talk to you about some novel, but whenever he tries other guys would stop him, distract him with TCG and beetle battles. Ayato on other hand started to shower you with pretty kimonos and yukatas, it wouldn’t be that weird if you didn’t find a shrine maiden's clothes in one of the presents… 

Miko was drinking tea with Ei, enjoying the chaos she created. -”Miko… you did something didn’t you?” Ei asked, enjoying her dango. -”Me? Why you think so?~” -”You make that face again. Don’t make problems for (Y/n). ” -”Oh Ei… I’m just helping her and some of your subjects~” Ei looked confused at her friend. Miko continued. “It’s like in those novels you read too, if they want to win someone over they should do their best~.”  Ei looked at you, you were smiling while playing TCG with Oni, other guys watching the match and complimenting you. The Electro Archon was in deep thought. -”Like in this one where the protagonist had many wives?” she asked suddenly. Kitsune couldn’t help but chuckle. -”That would be even more interesting~ But not sure if the guys would like such an idea.” 

--Extra-- -”Oh is that (Y/n)?! She has cat ears!” Klee exclaiment looking at the photos. Albedo smiled and nodded. “Uwaa!! So many paintings! Albedo, will you show (Y/n) them?” The Spark Knight asked innocently. -”Not yet, Klee, but maybe one day I will.” Yae Miko commissioned Albedo to draw illustrations for two novels. He didn’t expect to see your photos in the letter he got from her. At first he thought about declining but after reading that you agreed to be a model for it, that it will be only for limited editions and he can keep the photos, he eventually agreed. Normally it takes longer for him to finish illustrations but painting you brought inspiration and finished all needed drawings in two days, with some extra ones he didn’t need to send to Miko.  Next time he will meet you he will ask if you want to be a model for his painting.

[teaspacebar]

what you want // l&ds

ummmmmm so this just spilled out of me after playing through all of the new main story update enjoy word count: 960 tags: takes place literally directly after death and rebirth 4.11, angst, hurt/comfort, zayne ain't winning this one yet gang, sylus is willing to kill for you but we knew this, one circumstance of self-injury (mc/reader hits a wall), mc is my interpretation (no gendered description), don't have many tags this was just me word vomiting bc i had thoughts

i'm certain that if i were to truly hurt you one day...

it would be the greatest regret of my life.

you know what he's trying to do. you know he's trying to keep himself blank, free of emotion. like he doesn't want his own feelings to sway you. he gives you nothing.

it reminds you too much of you, sitting on an examination table in one of the hospital rooms. with him staring at you knowingly, but detached. he doesn't want to be your a doctor anymore, but he's still treating you like a patient.

you'd kill for the furrow in his brow or the corner of his mouth to curve up teasingly.

neither of you say anything for a long while. he's not looking at you anymore, just staring at the headstones.

the ache in your throat tightens, your eyes burn.

"no."

his face turns to you, "what?"

"no. you're not doing this."

he blinks, face carefully blank. it makes you want to scream.

"why do you get to decide this for me? how do you know what's best for me? you didn't even ask."

"i had to ask you if i could resign?" he's dancing around it. you know he is. he knows you know.

you scoff, "don't act like that's what this is about. you kept the information about my grandma from me. and the aether core in my heart. all because - what? i couldn't handle it?"

"i didn't have enough information. as your doctor-"

"you were my friend!" you step toward him, pushing a finger into his chest. his eyes widen a bit in surprise. good. "you were my friend and you should have told me." you inhale sharply, pulling away from him, "were we even friends?" when he says your name, ever-so-soft, you hiss, "no, no, don't say anything. i'm so fucking tired of everyone lying to me. it's like i'm missing the punchline to a joke everyone is in on. this is laughable, i'm laughable." your vision swirls, and it's getting harder to breathe.

you never had a place in this world.

we should have destroyed you years ago.

will i turn into a monster that needs to be killed one day?

i don't know.

zayne calls out your name again. his fingers graze your wrist like he's going to steady you, but you flinch away.

"don't touch me." you can't look at him, else you'd risk falling into his arms. he'd comfort you, too. impress himself upon you and your memory only to leave you behind. you press a hand to your chest, attempting to collect yourself when your body already feels alien to you. it's like you're walking around in clothes that don't fit quite right. the panic is held back by sheer will. he can't see you like this. you don't know how he's so capable of hiding emotion. you used to think it was calming; you might hate it now. "you did, by the way."

"i did?"

it's spiteful, you know it is.

the words leave your lips anyway.

"hurt me."

if it's spiteful to say the words, it's cowardice when you turn away from him so you don't have to see the look on his face.

would he show pain? or would it be empty?

you're not sure which is worse.

it's only when you turn the corner - when you know he can't see you - that you clamp your hand over your mouth to hide the sob that escapes. you give yourself five seconds, then hit your fist against the brick wall of the building next to you. the pain grounds you, pulls you back to center shakily. you pull out your phone, typing out a message before you can hesitate.

you get one back almost instantly.

(from mephie's dad, 12:06am): So soon, sweetie? You know my door is always open.

his words press on your heart, tender like a bruise.

(from mephie's dad, 12:07am): Need a ride?

(sent 12:08am): please

you drop a pin for a late night cafe that's nearby, beginning to head in that direction. your phone lights up, sylus's face showing up on your screen. you answer, bringing it to your ear.

"are you asking me on a date, kitten?" he's straight to teasing you.

you laugh weakly, pulling the receiver away from you as you sniffle, "you wish."

he hums, and you hear his phone connect to his helmet, "is there trouble?" you know what he's asking.

"would you believe me if i said no?"

"depends on the look on your face."

you change the subject, kicking a loose pebble, "the menu. how long was it like that?"

"a while."

"you didn't come find me sooner." you're not angry. you probably wouldn't have believed him if he had.

"i think i remember saying something about you finding out eventually."

"was that why you were mad at me?" you wince at your tone.

"i wasn't-" sylus cuts himself off with a huff. worry makes its home in your already aching chest. "someone said something to you."

"not about you!"

he's good at peeling you apart. you can't even blame it on the aether core in his eye.

"tell me who it was and i'll deal with it."

"sylus," you sigh.

"sweetie."

"just pick me up, please."

"see, you asking me nicely is why i'm concerned." sensing your rebuttal, he tuts, "i'll be nice myself and leave you to your secrets."

"thank you."

"but, if you need to look at that connoseiurs menu again i'm sure we can find someone who could take care of whoever made you upset."

"i'm hanging up now," there's laughter in your words.

"see you soon." the warmth in his voice is a balm to your soul.

[ara-the-great]

One call away

Tw: slight reference to lores, slight gore (if you squint) fever and delirium, abandonment issues

(here is the request I got for Zayne and Sylus angst. I didn't know what to write so I added my own trauma. I HAVE NOT PROOF READ THIS)

You don't remember most of your childhood. Not that you cared much. The oldest thing in your memory that you could find was screams, the screams staying with your Grandma and Caleb but that too was well into your mid or late teens.

Even then you didn't have many friends, actually you had no one except Caleb. All of them either bullied you or abandoned you, they didn't care about you . You were desperate for any sort of connection as a child and as a adult.

Your dating scene was similar. Though you only had one relationship before you joined the hunters association. Even that was far from a good one. And now when you look back at it you couldn't remember much there either, you had cried so much, so damn much but still he left.

It's only after joining the association that your life started to look up. It was a new start for you. A new environment, new friends do you think they like you? and new opportunities.

You always kept your problems to yourself. You didn't want to make others worry for nothing. It's not like anyone was close enough to tell these problems anyway.

When this mysterious fever started developing you thought you could ignored it, just power though it, right? Wrong.

You could barely stand up. Slipping in and out of consciousness. Your body felt like it was being baked from the inside out. Yet it felt like your limbs were freezing off. You needed help to at least get to the hospital.

Even thinking of the hospital made you feel worse. You could practically smell the antiseptic scent of the sterile rooms. What if something is really wrong with you and you need surgery? Under the harsh flood lights and white coats and screams and they'll kill you this time. They'll hurt you. They will cut you open with a knife.

Sylus

You jolted awake shaking, you can't stop shaking. No one can save you this time. For all you know that kind-hearted boy who helped you is dead. For all you knew his body was stained as red as his eyes.

He answered "look who it is, I didn't think I'd be fortunate enough to get your call today kitten". You weren't sure when you had called Sylus but you already had. You didn't know what to say let alone why you called him. Could he even help? Suddenly you remembered the aether core. Maybe this fever was related to this. Maybe-

"kitten are you alright?" His voice sounded gruff but gave you so much comfort. But you wouldn't want to disturb him. He probably would hate you for it.

"I'm sorry i- I mistakenly called you" you managed to rasp out. Still shaking

"you don't sound well. Are you sick? Where are you?" He spoke cautiously. You weren't sure how he knew. Not sure that you cared because before you could answer a calm swept you into unconsciousness.

You woke up to someone opening your door. Shit shit shit shit shit shit . Someone was here. An intruder was here. You could barely get up and out of bed before stumbling onto the ground, your gun was nowhere to be seen. You kept trying to think where you kept it but you came up blank. You rummaged through your bedside table trying to find something to defend yourself with but your cold shaky hands weren't making it easier. The person outside had started to open your bedroom door when you found a blunt craft scissor which you held up towards whoever was inside. Your sight was blurry and your heart was beating in your ears like a war drum but you could recognize a tall figure approaching. You weren't going to let them take you back. you have to fight. You have to

"DONT COME ANY CLOSER! GET OUT IM NOT GOING BACK I WONT HESITATE TO KILL YOU DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" You screamed as loud as you possibly could. Tears ran down your face as you shook with what can be only described as pure terror. Scenes from the past kept flashing in your head. You could practically feel every damn cut they cut into you as a child.

You were sobbing and shaking curled up in a corner from fear and yet you kept the knife held up. It tore Sylus's heart apart to see you like this again. In the blink of an eye he was kneeling in front of you cowering form trying to reach out.

"Sweetie, Y/N please it's me. Calm down it's ok you are safe. Look at me. Shh look it's me Sylus. Its ok I won't take you anywhere, I won't hurt you." He held you in his arms even though you were wildly trying to stab him for a second. His normally smooth voice wavered and cracked.

"S-sylus? I- someone is in the house!" You deliriously mumbled from the high fever.

"kitten it was me. I came over because I was worried when you stopped talking over the phone. It seems like I was right to worry. You are burning up what happened?"

"I think I have a fever. It's ok though, I'll be ok" you said calming down. You leaned into his touch as he held you against his chest. His heartbeat was almost as rapid as yours.

"my love, I don't think you will be fine your fever feels well over 105. Why aren't you at a hospital? Why didn't you call anyone? Why didn't you call me sooner?"

"i didn't think you would come"

"all you need to do is say my name and I'll be there for you. Now come, let's get you to the clinic"

You shook your head trying to insist you were fine but the worry in his eyes only made you reconsider your choice

"Can you tell me why you don't want to go?" His eyes and his voice were lulling you to sleep again

"scared" your voice was barely a whisper. You could feel yourself slip into unconsciousness yet again.

When you came to you weren't in your house. Just before you could panic you felt sylus talk. His arms still around you like a shield from everything you were afraid of.

"it's ok you are with me. I'm here. I bought you to the N109 zone. You needed to see a doctor so I called one to my house. So no hospital, don't worry." Sylus explained without you even asking.

"thank you" you said quietly, feeling ashamed of the scene you caused earlier.

"For?" He asked with a brow quirked up.

"For not asking what all that was, and for bringing me here and also for taking care of me."

He laughed softly "You don't need to thank me for taking care of you. I always take care of what's mine." His eyes were ever so soft as he brushed away your hair from your face. "Now sleep. You are still sick"

"but I feel a bit bet-"

"Sleep kitten. I'll take care of everything else" he said softly kissing your forehead.

Zayne

You stared at your phone contemplating whether or not you should call Zayne. Though you were in a relationship you couldn't just disturb him. He was a busy guy. He had surgeries and more serious patients to take care of.

Your phone began ringing. Speak of the devil.

"Y/N? This is zayne. Are you alright? This is the second time you missed your appointment this week." His cool voice sounded across the phone.

"zayne, ah I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just have a bit of a fever."

" A fever? That gives you more reasons to come over to the clinic does it not? Do not worry about the appointments. I'm coming to pick you up. Are you at your apartment?"

"Zayne its truly not necessary I don't want to burden yo-"

"Rubbish, I was already headed out. So do not worry about burdening me. Worry about taking care of yourself" he cut the call before you could try to persuade him that you were fine. You were just grateful that someone was there. Even though zayne had abandoned you before. He didn't care about you. It was his job as a doctor to care for his patients.

You didn't realise when you had slipped into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

But by the time you had woken up your skin felt like it was burning from the fever. This wasn't normal. Glancing over at the clock you saw it was around 1 am. Zayne wasn't here yet. Why did you expect he would be here? You knew not to trust in what people say so why was your eyes tearing up?

As your fever kept increasing it became harder and harder to move around, it was painful to even sit up. He had abandoned you again. Your ex was right. You were annoying and in the end everyone would leave you. Nobody could ever love you.

The memory of zayne flashed across your mind. He had promised to always look after you. To be there for you.

You gritted your teeth kept mumbling "it's ok. I'll be ok" to yourself like a mantra as you somehow got a coat on your back to head to the hospital. You weren't sure how you'd reach there but the first step was to get out. Every promise that has been made to me has been a lie why would this one not be?

Just as you were about to get out of your room, your door softly swung open, revealing Zayne with an apron and a tray of soup in his hands. He seemed taken abac. But perhaps not as much as you.

"And where are you going? You shouldn't be up with such a high fever." He said as he kept the soup on the table. His cold eyes were filled with worry. Even seeing him had you breaking down into tears.

He scrambled to hold you as you collapsed on the floor crying. "What happened, where does it hurt?" He hurriedly measured your pulse and fever trying to find any sort of answer from your incoherent sobbing.

"Wh-when, when did you get here" you managed to croak out once you had calmed down a bit

"I got here long ago but since you were sleeping I didn't want to wake you. I was in the kitchen making soup for the fever, knowing you, your stomach is empty." He said as he slowly settled you into your bed.

As he turned around to bring the soup he meticulously made for you, you grabbed the back of his finely pressed shirt, "don't leave. Please don't leave, please stay. Please. I would die if you left me." you kept begged in your fever induced delirium. It broke Zaynes once frozen heart to see such fear and pain in your eyes.

He slowly leaned over to kiss you on the forehead "I won't. I'm just getting your soup. You need to eat something if you want to get better. You can't have medicine on an empty stomach"

Throughout the rest of the night Zayne diligently fed you and took care of you. And when you found it hard to sleep he would cradle you in his arms and read out his medical papers to distract you from your thoughts.

"I'm here, I'm here sweetheart, it will be ok. I'm not going to leave even if the gods demand me to" he comforted you every time you jolted awake. He would be whispering words of comfort to you till you fell asleep again and continue telling you how much he would give up for you. This treatment would go on for days, till you recovered. And even though you didn't remember how you begged him to stay, he would reassure you that he'd be there for you whenever he could.

[crimsoncandy04]

Halloween offer. Scaramouche in a costume: ulona, ​​Scream, Vampire any to your taste. Wants to kill us trying to find us in a big house where they threw a party. 🎃

Posts have been slow today and I'm sorry for making you and everyone wait.

(it was my laundry day ☺️ it took a bit but now I can write in clean/lavender scented sheets. Plus my favorite blankie is soft again 🥰❤️)

So here is your request.

(Albeit a bit behind schedule) ( please forgive me 🥺😖)

Jealousy was a nasty emotion. An unsightly feeling that made any respectable human look stupid and deranged. At least that's what Scaramouche had originally believed before he discovered that a certain brother of his had done the unthinkable. No. The unforgivable.

Kabukimono KNEW that Scara liked you. And yet he STILL accepted your confession and started dating you.

He didn't even attend the same university as you and still just believed he could have you when CLEARLY Scaramouche would have been the more convenient pick! It's not that they looked any different anyways...Scara could EASILY act more whiny and insufferable if he needed to, since you APPARENTLY had a type.

The audacity of the little pipsqueak.

He wouldn't let this betrayal slide.

No.

Kabukimono would pay.

YOU would pay.

And so Scara quickly began to set everything up for his revenge plan.

Getting rid of his triplet brother would be the hardest part. But he decided that it would be easiest to frame his end as a tragic accident.

Adding something he was allergic to in his food would be easiest. Especially if he hid it well and convinced kabukimono to eat after he took his medicine.

The police would see that he was already under the effects of sleeping medication. And conclude that in his dreary mental state, he must've accidentally eaten something that was deadly to him and rule his death as an accident.

It was perfect.

However, just before Scaramouche pulled it off, fucking WANDERER nearly messed it up completely by asking Scaramouche why he offered to make dinner and clearly added something to the pot that Kabu couldn't have.

He brushed it off as a mistake and assured his other kin that he would make something else but as soon as Wanderer left, Scaramouche went back to scheming.

He knew he succeeded when he got a call from the local hospital with Wanderer on the other end screaming his head off about Scaramouche being a piece of shit and accusing him of purposely harming their baby brother.

Scara just hung up.

That little shit had it coming.

But now his attention was back on you.

Beautiful, funny, charming... STUPID...you.

No. He had to remain strong.

You were clearly in the wrong. How could you not have seen the way he looked at you? The way he'd leave little gifts on your desk? The way he'd always drop EVERYTHING to spend time with you if you just as much as mentioned that you were lonely.

You did this on purpose just to fuck with him huh?

You'd regret that.

One of the most popular men on campus (Aether) had recently announced that he was going to throw a huge Halloween party at his house. Everyone who wanted to come could as he and his sister (Lumine) were well regarded for their kindness and easy going attitudes socially. Therefore the event wasn't exclusive and they made it clear that everyone going was to just have fun and have a few drinks regardless of anything going on in their lives outside.

This opportunity couldn't be better for Scara. He relished in the idea of being handed such a perfect chance to get you alone practically on a silver platter.

Now he just needed a fucking costume.

A day had passed since the party announcement and eventually Scaramouche found the time to shop for a costume. A typical store bought vampire outfit. Nothing special, he didn't plan on staying honestly. Just wanted to get you and then leave. There was no need for an elaborate or expensive costume.

However once Scaramouche arrived at the party, he realized that finding you might be more of an issue than he originally considered.

Aether and Lumine clearly came from a well off family to put it simply. Their home was nothing short of an old money mansion that had more square feet to it than the number of citizens in the town. And as Scaramouche crept inside the painted giant oak doors along with the rest of the crowd, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief as he took in the giant foyer and circular iron staircase as well as the high ceilings and marble floors.

Where the hell were you in this absolutely unnecessary amount of likely inherited living space?

Scaramouche slowly made his way through the crowd of guests and made it upstairs safely. Pausing to look below only once as his heart practically stopped.

Wanderer had just entered.

He wasn't dressed up either and he had his phone out which meant only one thing.

He was looking for Scara.

Quickly Scaramouche fled from the stairs to the upstairs hall. A long corridor with six doors lining the walls in total. He could hear voices and the muffled sounds of people fucking, however as he crept closer to the end of the hallway, he managed to catch your voice finally.

However it was coming from the stairs.

Fuck.

Scaramouche crept back towards the top. Careful to not make much of a scene as he tried to blend in with everyone else he passed and appear nonchalant.

What were you wearing?

He heard you laughing then. Sharply turning his head to face the group of people that were drinking and chatting near the railing. However he couldn't spot which one was you. He saw two men dressed as a cartoon character and an actual banana. The rest of the group consisted of 5 women. Three were wearing generic witch costumes while the other two were some kind of robot and a maid.

Scaramouche tried peering at their faces but was quickly given a look and was forced to look away. Not that he had had much time anyway as he glimpsed Wanderer coming up the steps too.

Scara hurried away.

He guessed you were probably one of the witch girls he didn't see very closely and ducked into a closet nearby to wait out Wanderer while also spying on you and your two friends.

You sounded drunk. But oddly enough it was almost cute to him. The way you laughed at stupid things and sang along to the music playing downstairs. Going as far as to poorly mimic the sound of the instruments with your own voice as you gave little care to your surroundings.

Eventually you wandered off. And so did Scara's brother thankfully.

He tried to trail you now. The knife he had brought still safely tucked into his pocket as he struggled to guess which room you were in now.

Scaramouche couldn't wait to make you pay for playing with his emotions like you did. Just the idea of seeing your pretty face contorted with fear as you struggled to move underneath him while he pinned you down. He could just hear the sounds of your adorable shrieks of pain and terror as he plunged the blade into your chest. The satisfaction he would feel, knowing that HE had been the last face you saw. The last man that would be in your mind as your eyes dulled and your body slowly bled out beneath him.

Finally you would know how he felt when he saw you with his brother at that stupid park that day.

The suffering he had been put through. The pain in his chest that YOU had inflicted upon him.

Scaramouche crept into the first empty room. Nothing. Just some random girl that lay passed out on the floor. Some other girl was clearly high as she sat on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly.

He shut the door angrily.

He heard you talking again.

The end. She's near the end of the hallway.

However before Scaramouche could head that way, he glimpsed a blue and white hoodie out of the corner of his eye and immediately ducked back into the room he had just left as Wanderer passed by the door and greeted you as you spotted him.

"Wawan! You came! Wait where's Kabu? Is he busy or something? I really needed to see him today."

"he's fine. He just had a really bad allergy attack yesterday. He's at home resting now. By the way, have you seen Scaramouche anywhere? I need to discuss something with him but I can't find him."

"no. I haven't. I thought he didn't like parties so I didn't bother looking for him."

"don't worry about it then. It's no big deal anyway. Just text me if you do see him. Have fun Y/N. I'll see you next week."

Finally he left after that.

Scaramouche quickly made his move.

However you were fucking gone AGAIN by the time he got to the end of the hall and picked the lock on the furthest door.

Swearing to himself and turning back around, he spotted your hat above the crowd and quickly stalked after you as you went back downstairs.

Several people were suspicious of him now as he had done nothing but creep around and hide since he had arrived and as he followed you into the kitchen, more heads turned his way.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was NOT as easy as he thought it would be.

Scaramouche quickly put on a fake smile as he pretended to be grabbing some pizza and ate it in the corner as he kept his eyes glued on you.

Your long dark hair fell over your plump ass in the most sensual way in his opinion. Your smooth skin glistened in the harsh bright lights. The way your soft voice sounded so breathy and kind even now as you slurred your words and tried to hug someone only to spill your drink on yourself.

Your thin black dress clung to your hips and emphasized your full figure beautifully as you struggled to wipe off the excess beverage from your chest with a napkin someone handed you.

Gods how Scaramouche could just feel his cock harden in his pants at the thought of being able to yank down that tight dress and expose your fat tits to him as he leaned down and gently bit one of your nipples between his teeth.

But no. He couldn't. You didn't want him.

You wanted his lousy and probably terrible lay of a brother instead.

Scaramouche struggled to understand what you even saw in that brat as he followed you out the back of the kitchen and through the small hallway behind it. You were heading for the bathroom at the end and he knew it was now or never.

If Scaramouche couldn't have you.

No one would.

You stumbled through the door just as he lunged in after you. Quickly shutting it and locking you both inside.

You had no idea what was going on.

"oh Scara! I thought you were at home with your brothers. Sorry I really need to pee. Can you wait outside for your turn in the bathroom? I don't feel comfortable with you while I'm here too.

Suddenly Scaramouche grabbed you by your shoulders and flipped you around. Pinning you against the bathroom wall as he swiftly pulled out his knife and held it to your throat.

"I'll bet you would be just fine if I were Kabukimono though hmm? You'd let HIM be in here with you wouldn't you?"

Scaramouche's hand shook as he pressed the blade into your tender flesh. A thin crimson line forming as he continued.

"so did you have your fun? Did you and him just LAUGH it up as you joked about how PATHETIC I must've looked trying so hard to get your attention for so long?"

"S-Scara... please you don't understand! We're not together!" You pleaded.

He just rolled his eyes.

"yeah right. I SAW you two meet up after evening class last month. DON'T fucking lie to me bitch."

"I'm not lying! Check my phone if you don't believe me!"

Scaramouche paused. Inching the blade away from your neck just a little.

"what? What do you mean?"

"just look. I didn't know how else to try and talk to you. So I befriended Kabu in hopes that he'd help me figure out how to spend more time with you." Your voice trembled. You shook physically as Scaramouche felt his entire inside grow cold.

No way.

He pulled your phone from your purse and easily unlocked it. Scrolling through your messages. His entire face went blank.

Shit.

He fucked up.

BEYOND fucked up.

You suddenly began to cry.

"please don't kill me! I didn't mean to make you mad! I thought you hated me because we never talked! Please just let me leave! I wanna go home!"

Scaramouche's heart raced.

No no.

This was bad.

You'd NEVER talk to him again after this.

You'd probably even call the police.

Wanderer would hear the story and put two and two together as to what happened to Kabukimono.

He'd absolutely beat the shit out of him and that was if Scaramouche DIDN'T get the shit beat out of him in prison first for two counts of attempted murder!

He knew he was fucked.

And so he gave in to the thoughts in his head.

"I'll let you go. But first..."

Scaramouche pulled you back against him as he continued to hold the knife to your throat. His free hand grasped your boob as he leaned in and gently nibbled the side of your neck.

"If I never get the chance to touch you after this, I want to enjoy myself tonight."

Using his blade, Scaramouche then brought the weapon downward and cut open the front of your dress. Your nipples grew hard as the cool air hit them. Your pussy getting wet despite the circumstances.

You tried to push Scara away from you but he clung on tightly. His entire arm wrapped around your waist as he pushed you towards the floor. Once down, he slapped your ass HARD as he pulled down the back of your dress next and exposed more of you to his predatory gaze.

His eyes linger on your curves as you feel his hand carefully trace the outline of your sex through the fabric of your panties. Cupping your pussy as he pulled your hair aside and kissed your neck again. Leaving a small trail down your back as his lips stopped on your ass cheek. He then gave it another slap before suddenly cutting away your underwear too.

Your glistening sex was a sight to behold. So wet and plump. So warm and inviting. Scaramouche couldn't help but give your lower lips a little lick as he dug his hands into your hips and pulled you against his face.

"Scara~" you whine. His tongue is deep inside of you then. He doesn't stop.

He laps at your delicate inner walls greedily even as you writhe on the floor. Your drunk body doing very little as you slump against the bathroom tile. The pleasure being too much for you in your current mental state.

You hear him sigh and moan a little against your cunt as he gives some attention to your clit next. Licking in a small circular motion as he makes your legs shake. Only stopping when you cry out and your juices squirt into his mouth.

Scaramouche swallows every drop hungrily as sits up and then flips you finally. Settling between your thighs as he frees his cock and teases your opening with the head.

"Scara you can't...I could get pregnant ~" you moan. Your words simply go in one ear and out the other as he slides into you roughly.

"good. If you do, everyone will know who this pussy belongs to and no one will DARE take you from me. Besides..." He picks up the pace. Yanking your knees up further as he fucks deeper into you.

"I think you'd look so cute all swollen with my child." He places a hand on your lower abdomen as he begins to go even faster now. His climax quickly approaching.

You moan and gasp as he hits your sweet spots repeatedly. Causing your lower body to tighten as you feel yourself cumming again. This time alongside Scara.

He takes a few deep breaths before slowly pulling out of you. Your body limp from the assault as you lay completely spent on the floor before him.

Fuck.

There was no coming back from this.

Scaramouche pulled out his phone and shot Wanderer a quick text. Telling him everything before tossing it over his shoulder and going back to focusing on you.

You were clearly still intoxicated. But your face was glowing as the aftermath of your orgasm still has you relaxed and tired. Scaramouche knew he'd be in deep shit for this. All of this.

But he still had one plan in mind.

He slid himself back into your tight heat and began to thrust into you once more. Your soft moans already driving him wild. And this would just be the beginning.

Before the night was over either Wanderer or the police would arrive for him. Or maybe both. But that didn't matter anymore.

Scaramouche still had a good 45 minutes with you before anyone would find you both.

That was plenty of time to ensure that at least when he was behind bars, that you and your body would be forever marked by him.

And that he'd have a new son or daughter waiting for him upon his release.

[valeriancrow]

FUCK! (Diluc Ragnvindr x Visionless!Male Reader)

New A/N: This is a repost from like 2023 when I was into Genshin which I'm not anymore but it's still some good writing and something to start this blog with!! This is also like barely edited please bare with me! I can write better than this I swear!!

Directory | Genshin Impact Masterlist

Warnings and hashtags: cursing courtesy of [Male Name], fluff, and probably a lot of other stuff.

What is What: Thoughts = Italics,  The Author Speaking = (Bold and Parentheses), When a character contradicts what was said = (Parentheses), (D/n) = Dead Name, (L.Name) = Last Name, (H/c) = Hair Color, (S/C) = Skin Color,

Word Count: 582 words

Playlist That I Used To Write This Story: “F*CK!” A Diluc Ragnvindr Fanfic

Author's Notes: I accidentally wrote Diluc OOC, I wasn’t trying to but senseless writing happens to do that. Anyways my writing here is not that good and I kinda struggled with this one. I do not know how to write for Diluc at all. So this is the best you are gonna get out of me for this. Sorry that this is on the shorter side but I have exams coming up and personal stuff happening.

Fucking Archon’s ass! A (h/c)ed male thought as he was surrounded by hillichurls. He needed to get the last shipment of wine to the Angel's Share for the week. If he didn’t get this shipment in he’d be fired, probably, or worse. Adelinde is someone to be scared of, the last guest she had was nowhere to be seen the next morning. Not that anyone would care, but the (e/c)-eyed male is scared of her and would rather not get on her bad side. 

In all honesty (M/n) just wanted his paycheck and not get killed by any crazy head maids, but that wasn’t possible because he’s a defenseless and spineless motherfucker. But to get that mora he has to do work, and what better place to work than at the company your crush owns? (The sarcasm is being laid hard here.) So now (M/n) is stuck running shipments of wine to the Angles Share and elsewhere. But, he gets to talk to Diluc at least every week instead of talking to him on occasion when he visited the Angel's Share as a customer and not a worker.

It was (M/n)’s turn to take the wine shipments to the Angel's Share on this very fine day. He had gotten all the jugs of wine and the crates of wolfshook and other berries of the like and loaded them into the balloon. Usually, they would have horses to take a wagon to Monstadt, but Grand Master Varka had taken all the cavalry out of Monstadt to go on an expedition. No one really cares, but that means that they don’t have the good Knights of Favonius to protect them, nor do they have an abundance of knights to guard Monstadt. Anyways, after the shipment had been loaded onto the balloon, the (h/c)ed male walked the balloon to the entrance of the valley. As he walked, everything was going smoothly until the hillichurls decided that he would be the perfect person to ambush. He was, in fact, probably an easy target. Everything about him screamed “I’m a living easy target”, but that’s beside the point. The fact of the matter was that he was ambushed and he forgot to bring a sword, so he was defenseless against the hillichurls and was most likely going to get beat up badly. 

But despite all of that, he was very lucky that Diluc and the Traveler were near, or else he could have gotten killed. While it is not likely that he would have gotten killed, it was certainly a possibility, just not very high. Diluc and Aether jump down into the valley from the sides. Both come from opposite sides. Aether preoccupies the hillichurls while Diluc saves you. He then runs into the throng of hillichurls picks you up in one hand and asks: 

“Are you okay?”

”I’m more than okay now. I’ve never actually noticed how strong you are.”

Diluc was stunned to say the least. He didn’t expect he’d crush on one of his workers ever in the time he would be alive, but there’s a first time for everything, right?

”And-“ (Male Name) looked up at Diluc “Holy fuck you're hot.” Diluc then proceeded to drop them in shock. Right then a hillichurl came and hit Diluc hard in the back. That snapped him out of his stupor. 

“Ah fuck me, this day really couldn’t get any worse, huh?” (M/n) threw his hands up in exasperation. “Why have the Archons forsaken me so?”

credit for first banner: @sisterlucifergraphics

credit for second banner: @cafekitsune

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~Valerian

[skele-bunny]

hello !! i tried to send a request on my fic blog but it wouldn’t let me LOL

ANYWAYS, i read ur Phantom angst w his past and starting from square 1 again and it was so heart breaking, as someone who’s had setbacks like that - i just love how you wrote everyone in that fic so much

i was wondering, and you can totally ignore this if it’s stupid, if you could write about Phantom finally coming out of that and getting better ? i’m a sucker for hurt comfort and wanna see Phantom happy and comfortable with his pack again :)

have a wonderful day/night !! 🦇

Fore sure!

You Came Back To Us. (CW) Phantom/Everyone

CW - Implications of past abuse, sa (but this is a fluff fic!)

Characters: Aether, Dewdrop, Phantom

Divider by @ wrathofrats

The quiet sound of talking bustled in the kitchen and dining room, the pack in their daily routine of getting things started. Mountain stayed at the helm directing Rain and Cirrus for what he needed to cook, Swiss helping to plate each item that was finished, Aether double checking each eating restriction and preference was correct, Dew starting the fixing of the table while just as equally quiet making sure the others made their beds and got the common room cleaned.

It was important to them that they kept their routine, not only setting the pace for that day but feeding ten ghouls was insanity and could quickly become exhausting if not separated equally. Usually, there'd be music playing and humming—but not as of recent. Their little bat who they purposely excluded from working in the mornings to sleep in was still too startled at loud noises.

It had been exactly two months since the 'reign of terror' Aurora called it, Phantom coming face-to-face with his tormentor for the last time. While it had a happy ending, the epilogue didn't. Countless nightmares, regression back to an old headspace, and just an empty look that showed of not only suffering but exhaustion. Phantom had given up completely, relying on his pack to take care of them since they no longer had the desire for anything—even living.

Of course they'd take care of him, they were their mate, their little bug they adored more than anything in this world. When Phantom first became Topside, it was always rocky for a good while, unsure how to approach this scared ghoul that cried and backed away if you dared to get near. Dew knew he didn't make it any better, but they had moved past that. It took so long for their bat to come around, showing their smile and personality, even making friendships with eventual relationships. The pack had worked so hard to influence it, once again with taking care of him.

Just because Phantom lost his progress, didn't mean they'd stop trying again. It was just a set back that with time and patience would be alright again. They'd all been there in some form of way with their own issues and addictions. So, it was important to continue on, show Phantom some normality of routine like before the reign; so that's what they did.

Sunshine had finished first, helping Aether grab each plate and set them down at respective seats. Her smile was contagious, joking under whispers which always got Aether to grab his chest as he laughed, fangs curling past his lips with joy. Aether grabbed a plate that held the design of 'Scream' and a small tumbler with 'Dracula', rolling his eyes at another terrible joke Sunshine made before he walked to a specific door. He used his foot to knock before adjusting the items and letting himself in.

Curled in the corner of his bed, Phantom stayed under the covers but his eyes open to follow Aether's movements. "Good morning cutie!" He had whispered to his successor.

Phantom stayed silent, chewing on his finger but eyes never once leaving Aether as he sat down the items and picked up the barely touched remains of dinner from last night and placed them in a container to the side.

"For your wonderfulness, you have a chicken biscuit with a jelly doughnut. Honestly, bug, I'm jealous of what you got!" Aether teased, sending a wink to the smaller quintessence. "Gonna have to tell our tree out there to make me one too."

The elder showed his palms before getting closer to Phantom, lightly running his magick through his frame, closing his eyes as he searched and felt around. "Your fever dropped, that's good... You hurting anywhere?"

He could feel Phantom rustle, shaking his head no in response. "Good, good."

As he went to move away, Phantom's hand quickly darted out to grab Aether's wrist, the two holding eye contact. "Yes, bug? What's the matter?"

It was silence, Phantom slowly closing his eyes again but his grip on Aether never faltered which made the older quint move to his knees on the floor, letting Phantom do whatever he needed to. He sent a smell of comforting pheromones and his purrs began, equally making Phantom purr in response. It was another minute before Aether felt his ear twitch, their mental link slowly connecting.

"I want a bath..."

"Okay, we can do a bath. Do you want me to get Swiss or Rory?" Aether simply hummed, not denying the smile that came over his face.

Phantom shook again subconsciously. "No, you."

So, with gentle hands, Aether peeled back the multitude of blankets that swallowed Phantom whole and gently went under his knees and back to lift them. Their head butted against his chest, claws slowly kneading on his shirt. They moved to the bathroom where he was carefully stripped, watching the tub get filled with bubbles. Their baby bat held deeper eye bags and his frame much smaller than they'd like, but he was alive. He leaned forwards against Aether who at first took his affection as a response to trauma, trying to move but that idea was replaced as Phantom kept purring and his hands went back to kneading.

Aether was positive Phantom fell asleep in the tub at least twice, once when his nails carefully raked through the different colored strands on Phantom's head, a second once his wash rag started moving in gentle circles. Aether kept whispering where he was moving even if Phantom was lost in their slumber to even hear it, the retired ghoul adjusting to get his lower half and underside so Phantom didn't have to move. He felt terrible waking the poor thing up to get dried off and in a new pair of clothes, heading back to his bed.

"There we go! One clean bat with yummy food waiting for his tummy, how about that!" Aether cooed, carefully laying him back down. A kiss was placed to Phantom's forehead, his purrs never stopping. "Do what you can today, alright? I may have also sneaked you chocolate milk instead of water this morning."

"Thank you."

Body language couldn't lie as the moment Phantom spoke, Aether's tail wagged like no other. He simply smiled with one more kiss before heading out, inhaling sharply and rubbing his misty eyes. The others were waiting patiently for Aether, looking at him with heightened curiosity.

"Sorry, tommy wanted a bath and... He spoke to me." Aether smiled wide again, watching his packs faces light up in return.

The sound of purrs and little chirps began to fill the room, Aether catching the sight of a few of their tails wagging just as much as his. He sat down next to Dewdrop, with once last glance towards the door, before bowing his head as it was Swiss' turn to lead them in prayer. With the pack joining together for a 'nema', only a single fork was picked up before the sound of a door opened.

Heads instantly turned with bodies, smiles returning as Phantom stood in his doorway with his plate and tumbler in hold. He eyed Aether who got the hint and walked over, crouching down to the bat's height and listening to their link. There was a moment of silence before Aether nodded and lifted Phantom with a carefulness as he held his items tightly. The pack assumed them to be returning back to the room, Phantom getting too overwhelmed—but to their surprise, Aether walked towards them. There was a quick rearrangement of Phantom's chair going between his and the pack leader's, Dew taking his items and welcoming him down.

"Hi there, itty bitty." Dew teased, offering his hand which Phantom took. "I'm happy to see your face."

Phantom's ear twitched before his own tiny smile joined, laying his head on Dew's chest. Dew opted out of breakfast to continue being a pillow for his mate, their tails interlinked but slowly helping Phantom sip his drink and even nibble the top part of his biscuit.

Dewdrop cocked his head as he noticed the straw being darker than normal. "Is this water?"

He eyed Aether who simply looked away. "Oh you're terrible!" He teased.

A giggle.

A giggle sounded and Dew looked down at Phantom, his cheeks a light purple and eyes scrunched as he smiled.

"Is that funny to you?" Dew questioned light-heartedly, scoffing as Phantom nodded with another laugh. "Oh you naughty bat, I can't believe you and Aether would conspire against me."

Swiss perked up, pointing his bacon at Dew while covering his mouth as he talked with food in. "Ohh, let the kid be! If I had to drink bathwater every day, I'd go crazy too!"

"Swiss, I'm positive if one of us offered our bathwater we just bathed in for you, you'd drink it like a dying man." Mountain snapped back, causing eruptions of laughter at the table, even Dew couldn't help himself.

"You guys are terrible to me!"

The fire ghoul warmed himself just a bit as he felt Phantom adjust closer, completely laying his body weight against Dew—closing his eyes and starting to knead once more. After the fact, they knew they'd retire Phantom back to his bed from using the bare energy they had, but for now, they enjoyed their tired company as Dew gently rubbed his back.

There was an unspoken agreement to continue talking at a lower tone, letting Phantom peacefully sleep for once but trying to continue their routine. Their bug twitched some before sighing in his sleep, hands gripping Dew's shirt so tightly while they let out a small trill. Dew moved his hand from Phantom's back to the dip behind his ear, slowly rubbing and watching as Phantom's shoulders released again and his purrs kicked up again.

It had been so long since the table was full and the last time anyone heard his mewl-purrs. Oh, how they all missed it so much. Dewdrop couldn't help himself as he gave Phantom's body a light squeeze, his own eyes becoming misty as he held his bat in his arms again like he had prayed and craved for.

Their collective wish had been granted.

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Hiiiii, haven’t been able to get enough of ur page oml, u write the ghouls amazingly. 😍

Could u please write how the ghouls would be with their s/o (she/her or they/them pronouns, whatever ur most comfortable w) that had been abused by their sibling during childhood so their scared of physical contact but super touch starved (just wants to be held) and scared of disappointing their peers so they just want to be perfect?

Not reflecting at all 😶

Just some comforting fluff?

I deeply apologise if this triggering in anyway, I couldn’t see anywhere that said what u r and what ur not comfortable w writing.

(Feel free to ignore)

Much love ❤️❤️❤️

Ghouls x GN reader

(Warning: talks of trauma, and upsetting situations but nothing descriptive. More just implying.)

Let me just preface this by saying every single one of the ghouls would be one million percent patient with you, they love intensely and they always want you to feel comfortable around them, so the ghouls will forever walk at *your* pace.

Mountain could sit in silence with you and consider that quality bonding time, so he would never expect anything from you that you’re not comfortable with. Of course he understands that this aspect of having some kind of a relationship with someone (romantic or platonic) frightens you, and he doesn’t take it lightly when you try to push yourself too far just to please… him? No. He can hear the way your heart races with panic and he can smell the fear that wafts off you when put in a position that may result in some kind of physical affection, even if you pretend you’re okay with it. So he will quite often remind you he is here for the long run, there is no rush to push yourself beyond what you’re ready for and he is ready to walk this path with you every step of the way, no matter how long it takes. Your presence alone is enough for him, your presence alone is all he needs. And when the time comes for you to feel okay with working on this part of yourself, you best believe Mountain is going to be so proud of every milestone you reach. He can see your frustration when your brain works against what your heart wants, but he has enough patience for the both of you. And he knows how strong you are, he knows damn well that one day you’ll be able to look back on how far you’ve come. And he can only hope that you’ll be as proud of yourself as he is.

Aether also has a lot of patience when it comes to this. He never wants to put any pressure on you to do anything with him that you’re not okay with. He understands your want to feel touch, he wants to touch you. He wants to hold you and feel you and bask in you, but he loves you so much that just smelling you around the ministry or even after you’ve been in his room is enough for him. Because it’s you he loves, and who you are and how you treat others, that’s what he sees. He doesn’t base his love for you off how much affection he gets, he will love you regardless. It means the world to him that despite what you’ve been through, you still trust him enough to share that with him and to be around him. Aether holds that trust you’ve given him so close to his heart, he swears if he ever broke it he would send himself back down to hell. At some point, you find yourself sitting next to Aether on his couch, pinkies interlinked after you’ve spend the better part of the night watching films on his tv. He doesn’t mention it, you don’t mention it. But that right there is a memory Aether will never ever forget, it marks the beginning of you becoming used to physical affection again. He wants to scream from the rooftops about how proud he is of you, but he keeps his cool and let’s you take it at your own pace. Although…you can basically see the pride he has for you radiating off him, which just reminds you that you definitely have an amazing ghoul with you.

Swiss is naturally an affectionate ghoul, he loves to just touch and feel and hold his loved ones. So when you share your past with him, and explain to him how difficult it is for you to feel comfortable with physical affection, he doesn’t see it as a bad thing. He understands that you’re learning to accept physical touch again, so for him… he is now learning what you are and are not okay with. In his head, this is just a journey the two of you are going to go on together. Learning along the way. Swiss is open to setbacks. Of course things are not going to go 100% smoothly, there are going to be times when the two of you need to take a few steps back together, before you can continue to move forward together. And Swiss is prepared for that, because ultimately that just means that he still gets to be here to see you grow and work towards what you want. What matters the most to him is that you are comfortable around him. As much as he would love to hold you, and as much as you would love that too, it doesn’t define how Swiss shows his love for you. He gets to see you everyday, he gets to talk to you everyday, he gets to share his life with you everyday and honestly… he couldn’t be more thankful. You both are learning together, and Swiss really sees that as genuine bonding. Because now you get to grow together. In 10 years from now you can look back on your lives together and see how much you’ve changed since now, that is what Swiss can hardly wait for. It won’t be easy but when that day comes, when he can wrap you up in his embrace and feel you against him… he will know it was all worth it. Every single second.

Rain cried. When you told him what happened and what you went through, he cried. You knew it was going to happen, your beautiful water ghoul feels emotions big time. But it was a conversation you needed to have with him. He immediately asks you what is okay and what isn’t okay, because he needs to know he isn’t going to accidentally overstep any boundaries or put you in an uncomfortable situation. Rain is an observer, he likes to pick up on things you do that tells him everything he needs to know, despite being able to smell it out of you anyways… but he spends a lot of time watching you. (Also because loves you so of course he’s gonna want to look at you). But one thing he notices is how you tend to keep close to him during stressful situations. Perhaps whilst in big crowds, when the whole ministry gets together for mass or for an event the clergy is holding. Or if the weather outside is really stormy and the loud thunder is making it hard to settle down, he’s noticed you tend to just keep a bit closer to him. His brain immediately goes into protector mode: safe safe safe need to keep you safe need to keep you safe. But he doesn’t touch you, or grab you. Instead, he steps just a little closer so you know he’s there and he just intensifies his scent. It completely encompasses you, so your brain knows he’s there but despite not being able to feel his physical body against you… you can still feel him around you. It only takes a few moments and he can smell the panic wafting off you dissipate. You don’t need to thank him, because he can just see it in the way you look at him. He lives to see you happy, and if he is the one making you happy then he doesn’t need anything else.

Phantom loses his mind when you tell him. He was actually the one that bought it up to you. After having received such affections from the other ghouls when he was summoned, his ghoul brain automatically wanted to share those same affections with you. He sees his lover and just wants to scoop you up. To show you what the other ghouls showed him. So when you avoided it, and when he could smell the panic coming off you every time he got too close for comfort he couldn’t stop the question falling from his mouth. He sat with you while you explained to him why, and he listened to every word. Until the moment you finished talking and he allowed it all to sink in… he took a few heated laps around your bedroom and then decided he needed to sit down for a minute. Got back up again a second later and felt like laps worked for him the first time so why stop now huh? Needless to say Phantom was livid. You did not deserve that and he hates you ever had to experience that. After that, he keeps his hands to himself but he just can’t help but keep close to you. He hovers… and you don’t even think he notices when he’s doing it. He told you right away that his arms will be open for you the moment you are ready, there’s no time limit and there’s no pressure. For as long as he is still breathing then his arms will always be open for you (metaphorically and literally). There’s no getting rid of him after this either, no matter how many breakdowns, no matter how many setbacks, no matter how many times you try to tell him it’s just not worth it and you wouldn’t blame him if he wasn’t happy with you anymore… he looks you square in the eyes, and tells you there’s not a thing in the universe that could drive him away. He is here for you. And he will always be here for you.

Dewdrop didn’t start out being very affectionate, you’d kind of mentioned to him briefly how you weren’t too crash hot on it and he didn’t question it. Until the two of you got to a point in your relationship where even Dew felt like maybe there should be a little more touching going on… so he just outright asked you how you felt about it. And then he saw you tense up. And he watched avoid his eyes. And he sniffed out the immediate worry radiating off you the second he said the word “touching”. For a moment he thought he was the problem… that maybe he’d accidentally said or done something that made you uncomfortable early on in the relationship and so he’d lost any right he had to touch you. And in that brief moment he swore to Him that he would do anything in his power to work on fixing that and to never make you feel like that again. When he learned the truth… well. As much as he tried to keep himself calm, it wasn’t easy. But of course he couldn’t stop thinking about how he immediately wanted to do anything he could to never make you feel like that again… Dewdrop was prepared to walk barefoot across the planet if you asked him too. The patience Dew holds with you is unreal. He is quick to remind you to settle down and listen to yourself and what your body is telling you if you try to push yourself beyond what you’re mentally ready for. He wants you to enjoy touching him and being touched by him, when it happens. He doesn’t want you to do it if you’re trying to do it just for his sake. This is for both of your sakes. This whole experience with you has been quite a learning experience for Dew too. He has realised a lot about himself, and how deeply he really feels when it comes down to the people he holds dear. He looks at you and realises you two have forever together. You’re both as safe as possible within the walls of the ministry, and even if you weren’t he would protect you. He will never not be angry about what you went through, but he reminds himself to focus on what you need now, so long as he can pick up your lingering scent around his room every day, he will be a happy ghoul.

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Every time I write some headcannons they get longer and longer with each ghoul omg..

Also Thankyou to this anon, I added a little list pretty much outlining some things that I wouldn’t be okay with writing - on my pinned post!

That was a great idea!!

Also also, sending you lots of love I hope you’re okay <3 <3

[razorblade180]

Transcend

Chasca:*resting*…Hm?

Qucusaur:*lands beside her*….

Chasca:*squints*…..Aether?

A wave of light washes over the form before turning the boy back to normal.

Aether:You’re really good at that. It’s crazy.

Chasca:I think the crazy part is that you can do that in the first place. I’d be careful if I were you. Don’t want to accidentally hang around in a territorial spot. Or worse, a Qucusaur that thinks you’re cute.

Aether:I will free fall from the sky so quickly it’s not even funny.

Chasca:Haha! Yeah, I believe you. Anyways, you lookin for me?

Aether:*pulls out small box* Happy Birthday.

Chasca:Oh. You didn’t have to; thanks.

She tears open the wrapping and pulls out a canister; as well as very expensive looking bottle of oil with a Fontainian logo.

Chasca:Gun oil?

Aether:Yeah. I really didn’t know what I should get you, so I stuck with items that would be useful. Xilonen let me see the blueprint for your gun and I have a friend who’s super into gun maintenance and upkeep. Triple checked to make sure the two were compatible.

Chasca:….

Aether:Chas-

Chasca:*ruffles his hair* You’re a really thoughtful person. I would’ve settled for wine.

Aether:Heh, I will keep that in mind.

Chasca:Alright, my turn.

Aether:Huh?

She places her hat on him and tips it down before standing up. Aether pushes it back up and sees Chasca standing on her gun, hand stretched out for him. Aether gets up and takes her hand.

Chasca immediately pulls him in close as the gun flies straight up. Aether doesn’t even have time to scream before they’re floating above the clouds. Finding his shock a little funny, Chasca carefully helps the boy straddle the device as it becomes horizontal.

Aether:I think my heart is in my lungs.

Chasca:Yep. No better feeling. Except… *points onward*

Aether’s head turns to the glorious nation bathed in orange light as the sky was painted in shades of blue in purple. Breathtaking didn’t do it justice. He had completely forgotten about the rush he felt and just…stared in awe. Chasca sat down slowly and let a leg dangle off the side.

Chasca:No matter how much I try, I can’t seem to find a better view than this.

Aether:No kidding. I don’t think an artist would even dare to paint this.

Chasca:Heh, the probably would. I’d be curious on where they’d find all the colors. You’re…you’re the second person I’ve taken up here to see this.

Aether:…Oh. I’m honored. I bet she loved the view.

Chasca:Yeah, she did. Now that she’s apart of it, I can’t help but think it’s a little more colorful; just like her name.

Aether:Chasca, I-

Chasca:You did everything you could. We all did. Because of you, we left on good terms and no regrets. There’s not a day I won’t be grateful for that. Aether, thank you.

Aether:Is that why you brought me up here.

Chasca:Not exactly. I guess in someways, you two are similar. Always trying and worrying; down to fretting over gifts. You have a lot on your plate. Figured this would calm you down. I’m not the best with emotional moments despite my job, but I hope this helps.

Aether:..I know it’s a little ridiculous, but as a fellow older sibling, maybe I’m carrying more guilt than I aught to be. We’re not in the exact same boat but-

Chasca:Losing a sister stings. You’ll find her. Until then, feel free to vent this way. I’m pretty good at listening.

Aether:Between you and Mavuika, I feel like I’ve been doted on recently. I must be losing my edge hehe.

Chasca:Nah. If you ask me, Mavukia and I are probably thinking the same thing. Everyone needs an older sister now and again.

Aether:Hehe, is that so? *tilts hat down*

They both fell silent, taking in the view. At least, Chasca was. She shifted her gaze over to see a single tear shine as it fell down to Natlan. For a moment she pondered if she should speak, then was caught by a second tear hit her leg. Chasca ran her fingers over her face and found her own set of tears. How long has that been happening? Still, it felt rather nice. Comfortable. The two of them kept the golden silence. There was no more need for words. The company was enough.

[arisewanekosuki]

So for little traveler helper

I want travel with aether,ayato,tighnari and klee in seirai island..

Anyway congrats and thank you

Thank you! I hope you like it! (*^ v ^*)/)

Event Masterlist -------------------------

[Traveler's little helper event] [Aether, Ayato, Tighnari and Klee in Seirai Island]

When Tighnari with the rest of your group stepped on the beach of Seirai Island, he couldn’t help but feel worried. Not only there are storms around the Island, there seems to be one at the center as well. The sounds were unpleasant for his sensitive ears but not unbearable yet. -“Will you be alright Tighnari?” you asked, with worry written over your face. The Forest Ranger really like how you pay attention to everyone well beings, but still you’re the last person he would like to worry. -“Thank you for your concern but I’ll be fine.” Before you could say anything else, the young girl in red hat asked. -“Is Mister Fluffy not feeling good?” You and Paimon couldn’t help but giggle, Tighnari crossed his arms, clearly embarrassed at how Klee called him. He coughed into hand and then crouched in front of the young girl. -“My name is Tighnari, not Mister Fluffy.” -“Oh! Klee is sorry, didn’t wanted to make Mister Flu-.. Tighnari angry.” She looked sad, hiding her hands behind her back. -“I’m not angry, I just wanted to remind you of my name.” He patted her head. Klee smiled and then started to look around. You can tell she’s excited to be here. Ayato approached you and asked with a smile -“So what plans do you have for us today?” You thought for a moment. -“Hmm… we need to gather some Amakumo Fruits and get some Spectral Husks from Specters-” -“Don’t worry (Y/n)! Klee will find it!!” before you could react, the little girl started running deeper into island. -“Wah! Klee come back here!” you started to run after her. -“What are you waiting guys! Let’s go!” Paimon shouted at the boys and fly after you. Ayato and Tighnari looked at Aether who shrugged his shoulders and started to follow after you. -“It seems today will be very interesting day, don’t you agree Mister Tighnari?” Ayato asked with a smirk. Tighnari’s ear twitched, he didn’t like the look the Head of Kamisato Clan was giving him. -“We should catch up with them.” After that the forest Ranger started to run in direction your group went. Ayato chuckled and followed him.

Only little parts were left behind of Ruin Cruiser and Defender after the machines were meet with Klee’s bombs and Aether’s sword. Paimon gathered the parts that were laying on the ground and give them to Aether, while you were talking with Klee -“Klee please, don’t run away alone. We all should stay together, okay? Ah I don’t even want to know what Albedo and the rest would do to me if something bad happened to you.”  The little girl perked after hearing you mention her brother name. -“Klee will be okay!! Klee will protect (Y/n)!  So Albedo can-“ The girl stopped, remembering something. You looked at her with confusion -“So he can?” Paimon suddenly asked with curious look on her face. -“Ah..um…T-that’s a secret!” Klee started to wave her hands in front of her. -“Hmm… now Paimon is even more curious!”   Klee was avoiding looking at Paimon, while Paimon was saying that she promise to keep it secret. -“If it’s a secret you shouldn’t pry, Paimon” Aether finally spoke, the flying girl pouted but then she looked around. -“Where is Tighnari and Ayato?” -“I’m here!” Tighnari came, holding something in his hands. “Is this what you need?” He gave you Spectral Husks. -“Oh! Yes! Thank you! ... But wait… where is Ayato?” You looked behind Tighnari, trying to find blue haired man. -“Oh no! Did he got lost?!” Paimon panicked. “What are we going to tell Ayaka?! What if Shuumatsuban-!” -“Please don’t think like I’m already dead just because I took small detour.”  Ayato stood behind Paimon. -“Ek?!” Paimon screamed and hid behind Aether “D-Don’t scare Paimon like that!!” She said.

Ayato only smiled and then approached you. -“I found some Amakumo Fruits for you.” -“Oo! Thank you Ayato!” You took the fruits and put them with the rest in your little pocket dimension. Klee was looking between you and Yashiro Commissioner, then she suddenly hugged you while still looking at Ayato. You were surprised by little girl actions -“Is something wrong Klee?” You asked her. -“…” She was still looking at Ayato and then she spoke “(Y/n) is Klee big sister! You can’t take her away!” Everyone in group was surprised, then Ayato chuckled. -“Little Miss Klee, I’m not going to steal your ‘sister’. “ Klee nodded and then hold onto your hand. You never saw her behaving like this. The atmosphere felt awkward, Aether coughed, bringing everyone attention to him. -“We still need to find more fruits and Husks, so let’s go. (Y/n) stay close to me.”  -“There is no reason for her to be close to you, we all capable enough to protect her too, you know.” Aether stopped in his track, turning around to look at Kamisato who put his hand on your shoulder. Klee after seeing this started said. -“Klee and Dodoco will protect big sister!” -“I know you all strong but I feel better when she’s close to me.” Aether added. -“Yeah! (Y/n) is our companion after all!” Paimon joined. -“We all are companions now, aren’t we?” Tighnari's ear twitched with irritation. To your dismay the four people started the passive-aggressive argument. You noticed how Klee become silent and with one look at her face you could tell she was feeling uncomfortable. Finally you spoke. -“Alright! That’s enough! You all make Klee sad!” All the guys and Paimon looked at little girl, they started to feel bad for upsetting her. “ I don't understand why you even argue, let’s just all stay together, okay? And don’t separate like before! “ you sighed after that “I know I can’t fight but you all should be more concerned of yourself and each other than me…I would hate if something happened to any of you because of me…” you mumbled the last part but they still could hear it. -“(Y/n) is right, we all team now and we all should take care of each other.” Tighnari said and approached Klee. “I’m sorry Klee that I upset you, will you forgive me?” The girl looked at him and nodded with smile -“Yes! Klee forgives Mister Fl- Tighnari!” -“Paimon is sorry too!” -“I’m sorry too Klee.” Both Paimon and Aether apologized to the little girl. Klee smiled and said that she forgives them. -“I apologize for my behavior, little Miss. I hope you’ll find in your heart to forgive me as well.” Ayato smiled towards Klee, who took a bit of time to finally nod and accept his apology. After that, the whole group went on, together.

You all found a place where more Amakumo Fruits were growing, so you all started to collect them. You noticed how Tighnari was crouching in front one and writing something in his notes. Curious, you approached him. -“What are you writing, Mister Fluffy?” you ask him with lighter voice. The Fox boy looked at you, not amused how did you called him just now. -“I could only read about Amakumo Grass so this is good occasion to study them by myself before we leave the Island. It’s really interesting how this plant can only grow on Seirai Island with such environment.” He ripped off one fruit and motioned you to come closer “Come here, can you hear it?” Tighnari held the fruit close to your ear, you could hear it crackling with a tiny current. -“Oh! I never knew there is noise coming from it!” The Forest Ranger smiled, then opened the fruit. -“If you open it, you can see small electrics coming from it. This fruit is not edible for humans, only elemental creatures can consume it. It interesting that people still didn’t find anything they can use this fruit for… well expect you, of course. I suppose you do need them for something?” -“Yeah! This fruit will help me make my friends stronger. “ -”I thought so, are they perhaps use electro vision?” -“Well… one yes, other uses Dendro and is a Yōkai!” -“I see! That’s interesting… Dendro and Electro works well with each other so maybe-“ And Tighnari started to ramble. You don’t mind it, for you, Tighnari always looks cute when he speaks about flowers or plants, hearing the excitement in his voice and seeing smile on his face always put smile on your face too. Tighnari stopped talking after he realized how you were looking at him. Your lovely eyes focusing now only at him and your smile that he adores so much, make his heart beat a bit faster. He only hopes you won’t notice how his tail started to wag. For some time Tighnari wanted to invite your for a date but most of the time he’s busy or Aether and Paimon are by your side, they always too invite themselves to your both’s hangouts. Now the two of you are alone, this is a good chance to ask you. -“(Y/n), I been wondering, after we come back to Teapot would you-“ -“Big sister! Mister Tighnari!” Klee interrupted, running towards you two “Mister Ayato said that we have enough fruits! Let’s go search for monsters!” Tighnari looked behind him, there stood Ayato with that smile he disliked so much, waving at him.  You said ‘Coming!’ and got up, following the girl. Tighnari could only sighed. -“Maybe next time…”

Your group couldn’t find anymore Specters so you started to search for them on islands around Amakumo Peak. The boys held some competition, who will get more Specter Husks. What they didn’t expect is that Klee was the one who win in the end. With big smile she gave the Specter Husks to you. -“I’m sure brother would get more but Klee did good job, right?” -“Yes, of course! What would we do without you Klee?” you laughed and patted on the head the little girl. Then you turned towards the boys “But you all did good job too! Thank you boys!” Ayato was the first to respond, showing you his lovely smile -“Anything for you (Y/n)~” Paimon noticed how you were staring at the Kamisato so she flew in front him, to block his face from your view. -“How about a break and eat something? Paimon is really hungry!” she make puppy eyes and hold onto her stomach. You laughed and shook your head with a smile. -“Paimon is right, let’s find some pot and take a break.”

Aether was the one who volunteered to cook for everyone. The rest of the group fond some logs to sit on it, Klee quickly took place by your left side while Paimon sat by your right side. Mostly Klee and Paimon filled the air with their talks, sometimes Tighnari would join to the girls conversation. Ayato would go check how Aether cooking is going and you would only listen to girls talk and respond if they asked you something. After awhile the food was ready, Paimon called Aether and let him sit by your side while she smirked towards other two boys. They didn’t said anything but she could see their displeased expressions. Then Paimon said -“Aether makes the best food! Right (Y/n)?” you looked at her chewing the food and nodding with big smile.  “Fufu~ Future Aether’s wife will for sure be happy to have husband like him! Don’t you think (Y/n)?” Aether slightly blushed after hearing that, he took small glance at you, to see your reaction to what Paimon said. But you were only continue to smile. When you swallow the food you said. -“I think so too! His future wife will be so lucky to have him as a husband!” this made Aether red as tomato. Before other boys could say anything Paimon continued. -“He’s strong! And good looking! And let’s not forget that he’s the one helping in every nation with their problems!” -“Paimon I think that’s enough…” Aether covered his face with hands, feeling embarrassed. -“Aw don’t be shy Aether, Paimon is right! You’re truly incredible!” you patted him on his shoulder, Aether’s heart skipped a beat. He heard many compliments from many people but only yours make him feel this warm. He only wished the other guys wouldn’t be present now, he can tell that both of them are annoyed that he gets your attention. Aether really miss those days where only three of you would travel around the nations, yes, you still do that but lately it seems more and more people find time just to join to your group. Or worse, you tell him to relax in Teapot cause he has been ‘overworking’ himself while you take some people with you to do commissions so you still gain some mora. As long you go with girls he’s not worried but if you go with guys he can’t relax at all. He can tell how his male friends look at you, how they try to steal your heart. He can’t help but be afraid that you'll fell in love with one of them and decide to stay with them, just this thought make him feel sick on his stomach. When you got up, Aether come to reality from his thoughts. With a smile you said. -“There is one more place I want to take you all!”

-“Uwaa! There so many kitties!” Klee said and then run to play with the cats. -“It’s interesting how the weather is…different here. It’s like we not even on Seirai Island anymore.” Tighnari looked around, surprised at how he can't hear any storms, but he’s not complaining about it. -“So this is Asase Shrine? How interesting.” The Yashiro commissioner was watching Aether and Paimon approaching Black Cat. You smiled and patted Ayato’s arm. -“I like to call it…a cat island! I know you’re more of a dog person so if one day me and Aether find ‘dog island’ you’ll be the first I’ll show it to you!” Ayato chuckled and come a bit closer, whispering to your ear.. -“I hope you’ll keep this promise~” -“O-of course!” you stuttered, not expecting his face to be that close. Ayato was pleased with your reaction. You’re always adorable in his eyes. How much he wish to spend more alone time with you but with his busy schedule it’s hard. And even if he gets some time, there is always Aether by your side or other people. But now it seems others are busy. Tighnari talks with some adventurer that already been here when they come, Aether with Paimon spoke with Black Cat and little Klee is playing with other kittens. This was a chance. -“Would you like to take a small walk with me?” you looked at Ayato and nodded. He held his arm for you to hold on it, you hesitated for moment but then you put your arm around his and start walking on the small beach, of this part of island. When you both were walking, Ayato thanked you for being such good friend to Ayaka. -“That time you invited her for this…’pajama party’? When she came back the next day she was so happy, but she didn’t wanted to share what you girls were doing back there.” You laughed after hearing that. -“Well this is secret between girls!~ “ -“Hm, I expected you will say something like that.” Ayato chuckled and there was comfortable silence. You loved moments like this with your friends, no fighting, forgetting about all problems and just relaxing with people dear to you. And Ayato couldn't help but appreciate your beauty. You two stopped, watching the sea. The cool breeze caressed your skin.  -“How about coming to Kamisato residence and stay for a night? I’m sure Ayaka will be happy if you visit us.”   -“Thank you but I wouldn’t want to be burden-“ -“I would never think like that about you and the same goes for Ayaka. Even…Thoma… will be happy to see you.”  -“Hmm…” you hummed, deep in thought. “Then if it’s really not a problem I-“ -“There you are (Y/n)!!”  Paimon shout, flying towards where you and Ayato were standing and then she got between you too.  “We already done for today so Aether wants to come back to Teapot!...Hm? What are you two were talking about?” Paimon asked, looking innocently at Ayato. -“Oh! Ayato invited me to his house!” Paimon gasped -“We are going to Ayato’s house?! Yay! Paimon can’t wait to eat some delicious food!!” you sighed at that and shook your head “Paimon, please , stop thinking about food for a moment! So…when we can come, Ayato?” Paimon smirked at him. He knew she was doing it on purpose, but he doesn’t mind, after all Aether and her will be on his ‘territory’.  He smiled towards little girl. -“How about tomorrow?” -“Alright, I’ll go and tell Aether about our plans!” you replied with smile and went towards the Shrine. Paimon looked at Ayato and pouted. -“Don’t even think about stealing (Y/n) from us! Hmpf!” and with that she flew after you. Ayato only laughed at that.

When you all come back to Teapot, Klee immediately ran towards Albedo’s room. -“Thank you for today, later I need to go brush my tail…” then he whispered to your ear “if you want you can help me with it~” You looked at him surprised -“Really? Can I?” Tighnari doesn't let anyone touch his tail or ears but for reasons unknown to you he sometimes ask if you want to help brush his tail and you always accept to do so. -“Of course, just came to my room when you'll be ready.” And after that he went towards his room. Ayato approached you, putting his hand on your shoulder. -“Don’t forget about tomorrow.” He didn’t even waited for your reply and just went towards the kitchen. You sat on the couch, after so much walk your legs hurt. Aether joined to you but then he placed his head on your lap. You starter to play with his golden locks. -“Tired?” you asked. He only hummed in response, closing his eyes and enjoying your touch. After a moment Aether said. -“But today wasn’t that bad…” -“Yeah, we got so many Husks and fruits, we won’t have to visit Seirai for awhile~” That's not what Aether meant, he was glad that the other guys didn’t had too much time to speak with you alone. But the thought that there are more of them , just waiting for any chance to steal your lovely heart, makes him feel tired even more.

[aetherdoesthings]

Hey hey! I saw your post about you being sick, and I hope you’re alright! It sucks dog water to have a sore throat and a fever at the same time so I do hope you’re alright. :)

I do have a request but please don’t do it until you feel better again aether.

Forthwith to the request, could you write about reader feeling overwhelmed and like Robin tries to give them affection but reader accidentally snaps at her because it just further overwhelmed them? (am having Robin brainrot right now 😭)

Again please just do this if you’re feeling better, no rush! Oh and you asked me to give you a nickname for me so I thought about it and I decided on lemon!

Anyways I hope you have a good day and thank you if you take this request 🍋🫶🏾

hey hey 🍋 anon! thank you so much 🫶🏻! i'm somewhat better now, so that's improvement.

forethoughts: i know i said in the last one i was going to be away but i tried to squeeze this one in before i leave.

notes: gn!reader

You don’t remember the last time you slept or drank or even ate. You were hunched over at your desk, hands cramped and shoulders screaming in pain. Your fingers were covered in ink, veins popping out of your skin as you tried to hold the quill in your hand. A stack of papers were set aside on the desk next to you, all covered in words you had written in the past days. There was so much work to do, and so little time. You were the scribe of the Straw Hat Pirates, documenting everything they did everyday. You always had a pen and paper in hand, jotting down everything they did and highlighted every key point. It was exhausting work; you never got a good night’s rest or had a day where you enjoyed being on the ship. But nevertheless, you did what you had to do. 

Sometimes you’d get a break, when the resident archaeologist would pop into your room and bring a tray of snacks and drinks, lulling you to sleep by making you rest against her body and making you hear her serene voice. You were always thankful for Robin’s actions, and always wanted to return her kindness. Whenever you asked, Robin simply replied by saying, “I’d like you to take care of yourself.” That was your dilemma. You wanted to lean against Robin and fall asleep, but you needed to work. Your needs came before your wants. 

Your head fell against the stacks of paper, which were taller than your shoulders. The muscles in your hands finally relaxed, the quill scraping against the paper. Five minutes. And then back to work. You told yourself. Your eyelids grew heavy, as consciousness started to slip away. It immediately sprung back as you heard a familiar knock on your door. Short long short--Robin was here. You didn’t have the energy to turn around, so you listened to the footsteps of the archaeologist make her way towards you. Letting out a sigh, you lifted your head, barely acknowledging Robin. Your body was forced to the back of the chair as Robin placed a tray of food on top of the page you were writing. There was all your favorite food on it, as well as your favorite drink. Robin took a seat on the chair next to your desk, looking at you with a disappointed look.

“You didn’t come out to eat today.” Robin commented.

“I’m busy.” You replied. You always said that. You could hear your stomach growling, eager to devour the entire plate of food. No, that’s not what you needed. That’s what you wanted. You needed to work. “I need to work. I need to focus.”

“Y/N… when was the last time you slept?” Robin asked, her voice filled with concern as she studied your face. Robin always did that whenever she was with you, nitpicking every detail and finding a cause for each. It annoyed you at the beginning, but after so many visits and trays of food, you’d gotten used to Robin’s cautious behavior around you, even though you never did anything to get rid of it.

“I don’t know…two days ago?” You mumbled, the thought of sleep causing a yawn to be ripped out of your throat. 

“Y/N… you should sleep.” 

“I don’t need sleep. I need to work.”

“Yes, you do.” Robin sighed, taking one of your hands into hers. Your hands were much more veiny than her smooth and soft ones, no doubt from writing all day. “Work matters less than your wellbeing.”

“Robin, we’ve been through this more than a hundred times. I’m fine. If I don’t do my job, then history will never get the right picture of us.”

“And we’ll go through this another hundred times if it means you’ll finally listen to me.” Robin said adamantly. “You know how much I love your work ethic and your dedication to your job. But there’s a balance you must draw between life and work. If you let work seep into your life, you’re not going to enjoy life to its fullest.” 

“And if I don’t do my job, then we’re fucked.”

“Y/N, please. I rather the future see us differently than see you suffering like this.”

“This isn’t suffering.”

“Y/N, listen to yourself. See that this is becoming unhealthy for you. You need to take a break.”

“Don’t tell me what I need.” You snapped, glaring at Robin as you removed your hand from her grip. You stood up, knocking your chair over as you pointed a finger at the archaeologist. “I know what I need. I know that if I miss even a single day that’s not written down, the people of the future will not be able to know who the Straw Hat Pirates are to the fullest; they will mischaracterize us. I am holding the Straw Hat’s legacy in my hand. If I don’t do my work, then everyone’s work right now will all be for nothing. Don’t you understand, Robin?! I have the Straw Hat’s legacy in my fucking hands. I need to be vigilant and write everything down. I need to work. I need to work so that Luffy will forever be the King of the Pirates, so that Zoro will be remembered as the great swordsman. I don’t need sleep, food, or water. I don’t need you to check up on me everyday just to see if I'm healthy. I don’t care if I’m not healthy, I care about my job. I need to work. I need to--”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before your body fell against Robin’s, legs turning into jelly, from the lack of food that went into your system. You felt like passing out, your head empty and floating with the clouds above. All your muscles immediately shut down; the wave of drowsiness you had tried to hold back hitting you like a truck. Robin cradled your body, holding you tight against her chest. You struggled against her grip, but in your extremely weakened state, you couldn’t do anything. Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, realization hitting your head of what you just did.

Robin was the one who was always there for you, checking up on you everyday to make sure you were alright. She was the only one who actually cared about you and your wellbeing, not your work. And you had just dismissed everything she had tried to do for your sake. You ever ignorant and stubborn self had just pushed the only person that gave a damn about you. You clenched your eyes shut, gritting your teeth at your mistake. Teardrops started to roll down your face, hitting Robin’s shirt. You didn’t deserve her kindness. You didn’t deserve anything. You deserved to be shackled to a desk with a quill in hand for eternity.

But there were still hands around you, holding you tight. Multiple hands. Robin’s real hands were holding your head, her fingers interlocked in your hair as she held you tightly against her body.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping.” You croaked out, resting your head against Robin’s shoulder. You found it harder to fight against the sleep you desperately wanted, but you had to stay awake. Let the gravitas of the situation force your eyes open. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve your care.”

“Yes you do, and stop apologizing.” Robin whispered into your ear, her warm and comforting voice bringing your heart to peace. “You’re tired. You haven’t eaten or drank anything. You’re always obsessed with work, obsessed with doing your best. It’s alright to want to do your best and want to give your best work. But Y/N, please recognize the state you’re in. Wouldn’t your health affect your work? If you had to write another paper in this state, would it even be as good as the work you put out when you’re at 100%? Your health matters too. Please, take tomorrow off. I will handle all your work. I just want to see you in bed with a full stomach. I need to see you in a bed with a full stomach. I can’t stand seeing you suffer like this because you think it would be the end of the world if you stopped working. You need rest. You need food. You need water. You don’t need to work.”

Her words sunk into your heart, as you swallowed a large and bitter pill. You closed your eyes, resting against Robin’s body. She continued to use her hands to soothe and relax your body, massaging your shoulders and back.

This was what you wanted.

This was what you needed.

You needed to be in Robin’s arms and forget about your work.

You needed to hear Robin’s words and listen to her voice.

You didn’t need work. You didn’t need to worry or be stressed.

You needed Robin.  

[heiayen]

to think that we could stay the same lumine x gn!reader

summary: “Whatever it will fix? Will it fix the world around us?” You made a wide gesture around yourself, at the world you learned to love and enjoy that now was ruins, and then you pointed at yourself, “Will it fix us?” of foolish love and apologies, of ruined world and warmth that will never come back.

tags: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, hurt/no comfort, reader dies but the scene isn't detailed, this is... kind of abyss!lumine but to be perfectly fair, this fic is also very canon divergence.

notes: jfc shoutout to @kopidense who is the one and only reason this fic exists!! okayy sooo this! is for secret santa event for @mafuyuslover!! it was absolutely a pleasure to write and once again massive thanks to kopi!! i kinda went in different direction than yours but... the end is the same. silly. this fic just took my soul i fear. anyways. happy holidays i come with angst.

"...why are you crying?"

Gaze into the abyss for too long, and it will gaze back. That’s what you learned, after spending centuries hunting her. Searching every nook and cranny, letting your mind be corrupted with desperation and despair, grabbing the dark, clawed hand reaching you from the abyss. 

Hunting.

When did your adoration for her turn into the need to bring her down? To bring her to her knees, to yell out all your sadness and longing for something, that will never come back. For the days full of light and warmth, with Lumine holding your hand, fingers intertwined, Aether looking at you two with a smile, still alive– 

You looked at her. Once, you would whisper poetry into her lips, of your never-ending love for her, your hopes of always staying together because, oh, so much you defeated together, surely there was nothing that could ever separate you. 

Nothing could. You foolishly believed in it, and yet were proven wrong.

"There you are..." You gritted your teeth, looking at the woman you once loved. Maybe you still did. A part of you did, drowned by the grief of losing her. "I've been looking for you for so long..."

Lumine raised her chin, her steel gaze meeting yours. A little broken, tears threatening to spill out, lips twisting into something akin to a frown.

"You didn't answer my question." 

And yet nothing seemed to match her gaze. Not the gentleness of her voice, causing goosebumps on your skin. How you missed her voice, how you missed hearing it, the softness directed at you and only you. 

In Lumine’s hand, a sword materialized. The same she used to put down every enemy daring to attack you, to raise its own weapons at you. None of them had the time to react before meeting the sharp blade of a lover.

And yet this time, her fingers barely gripped her sword. 

You materialized your own, gripping it tight. 

“[Name],” she repeated, her voice losing its softness and gaining cold in its place. 

You really didn’t want to cry. Not in front of her. 

"I am not." Yet your voice broke and you felt first tears drop from your eyes into your cheeks. 

Her eyes softened.

She approached you slowly and you couldn’t help but just let her, despite everything screaming at you to move away, no, don’t let her get any closer–

She reached out her free hand to cup your cheek, but she froze mid-air. Her eyes looked all over your face, looking for anything– something telling her what to do, and you only continued looking at her.

Her thumb swiped at your cheek, meeting a lone tear falling from your eyelashes.

“I didn’t mean for it to end… like this,” Lumine said softly, her palm gently cradling your cheek, her eyelids dropping slightly, tiredness evident in her features, now that the stern mask she wore on her face broke down even further. “I’m sorry.”

Something also broke down in you.

“Sorry?” you breathed out, eyes widening in sudden anger, “You’re sorry? After leaving me completely alone, for centuries and centuries, and the most you say is… sorry? You can only apologize as if it would change anything?”

(Something else screamed in you, wanting to throw yourself into her arms, cry into her shoulder, and act as if everything was fine again. To ignore the blade in her hand, sharp as always.)

She stifled a gasp and moved her hand away as if burned, eyes wide at your words. She took a step back and let her hand fall to her side. She opened her mouth to speak, but you were faster.

“What will an apology do, Lumine?” you asked her, forcing your voice to sound stern, blinking the tears away, not wanting to show any more weakness.

She didn’t answer. 

“Whatever it will fix? Will it fix the world around us?” You made a wide gesture around yourself, at the world you learned to love and enjoy that now was ruins, and then you pointed at yourself, “Will it fix us?”

Her eyes were now wide, brows furrowed and lips twisted, the mask broken completely. 

Was she finally feeling the centuries-old sadness that you lived with for the past years? 

(Could she? Though Lumine lived for millennials, you were sure, could she feel even the tiniest drop of your sadness? Could she?)

“Answer me.”

That seemed to throw her out of whatever state of shock she was in and she took a deep breath, looking down.

She stepped back.

“...I had my reasons.”

“Reasons?!” You burst out, in complete disbelief that something like having reasons could be an acceptable excuse for all the pain that her absence caused, “Fuck your reasons, Lumine! Whatever could be possibly–”

“I had hoped that the next time we met, it would be in a better place, with no need to bring out our weapons,” she said quietly and you wanted to laugh, “Where I would tell you of my journey and why I made all these choices. And none of them was easy.”

When she looked back at you, there was– something in her eyes– newfound intensity and hurt underneath it. It hurt to look at her, sudden fear climbing its way to your mind.

She gripped her sword tighter and now it was your turn to step back, raise your weapon higher.  

“I never wanted to end it like this,” her tone was sincere, you could easily tell, yet you found it hard to believe.

“If you never wanted it to end like this, then… gods!” you yelled in frustration, “Why couldn’t you just do something else?! Was leaving me and this world to ruin the only possible choice?”

“I never told you, because I knew you wouldn’t understand my choices, not until you would see the truth of this world for yourself,” Lumine said, her voice loud and harsh to your ears.

“What truth? Of what world” you interrupted her, ”The one that your very hand led to ruin?” 

And that seemed to take her aback for a moment, lips parting and closing before she spoke again.

“...I’m sorry, [name].” She raised her sword, as if ready to lunge at you.

You blinked.

“You’re going to what, kill me?” you barked out, a smile of disbelief tugging at your lips. But silence was the only reply you got, and a terrible realization started to settle in.

“...you’re going to kill me.” 

There was only silence.

With her first move, your fate was sealed and her blade meet your own.

(It was only when your cold body was lying in the pool of your blood, completely lifeless, Lumine allowed herself to cry for you, not for the first time in the past centuries and certainly not the last.)

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easier

Summary: Dewdrop feels like he is too hard to love. They love him anyways.

Tags: raindrop of course, polyghouls, hurt/comfort, self-esteem issues, implied sexual content

Inspired by The Death of Peace of Mind by kroas_adtam because the "I would have been easier to love as a water-ghoul" line literally haunts me. also i wrote this a while ago but i forgot to post it here

Read here on AO3, or under the cut!

Dewdrop has a thought - one that crosses his mind with frustrating recurrence. He tries not to entertain it, tries not to let it sink in too deep, or let the words build too heavy, but he feels it. It kicks at the back of his mind like Mountain’s foot on the drum pedal when he bites out harsh words at Cumulus who just wanted to make sure he was okay. It twists its way into his chest, thick and suffocating, when Rain’s arm is draped over his waist in the silence of his room, hot puffs of even air fanning across his cheeks. The thought pounds at his stomach like Aether’s fists on his door, begging Dew to let him in, please let me in. The thought whispers it too, lacking the plead in Aether’s voice, it demands Let Me In. 

And Dewdrop fights it. He shoves it back with a snap of quick wit when Swiss suggests he might need something soft to hold when he fucks him hard and deep, offering Dewdrop’s hand a gentle squeeze where they’re intertwined against the sheets. It punches the desire out of his gut and makes his lip curl up in disgust just before telling Swiss there’s something else you can squeeze instead. That quiets the voice, the thought, for a moment when Swiss’ large, warm hand rests against his throat. Though it pipes up again when he can feel his own pulse on the multi-ghoul’s finger tips, reminding him that his life rests in the mercy of Swiss’ careful compress. Let me in.

He ignores it again. He passes it back and forth on his knees and ankles like a hacky-sack when it threatens him. He forces his eyes open wider, willing his mind to zero back in on Aurora’s ramblings while she paints his nails. She paints them black without asking, because she knows him a bit too well, settling a bit too comfortably into Dew’s life considering how long she’d been on earth. His hand twitches in her soft grasp, itching to rip away and cut like a knife. So, he does. But it’s less of a knife and more of a worn out wooden spoon, frayed around the edges, as an excuse leaves his lips. He tries to smile through the ache in his chest when she gives him a concerned frown, and he despises the way his eyes sting as he forces out, I’m okay, just tired , before patting her head as he scoots off the stool to leave. He feels her eyes on the back of his head as he walks away. LET ME IN , the voice screams when he twists his face and refuses to cry.

And then when he’s there in his own room - not Rain’s where he fell asleep tangled up most nights, not Mountain’s soft, plush nest that never failed to make him drowsy, or Phantom’s exciting chamber filled with trinkets to occupy his mind - his room, it could sneak up on him. His room was clean, partially from his need for space to concentrate, not allowing clutter to fill his mind or his surroundings, and another in part because he really did not spend much time in it since the change. Scorch marks stained the furniture and the walls, black and smokey, that never seemed to go away no matter how he scrubbed at them (Copia offered to buy him paints to cover them, and to help him too, but Dewdrop had slammed the door shut on his Papa and curled up in the corner to stare at the marks instead). They were reminders now. Reminders of who he is, and who he will never be. He avoided his room until he couldn't anymore. Until the feelings welled up and he had nowhere else to hide. And that is where the voice would start to win.

You would have been easier to love if…

If you were soft.

If you were kind.

If you were quieter.

Calmer.

Brighter.

More thoughtful.

More giving.

If you were more and if you were less.

You would have been easier to love as a water ghoul.

The words spill over and down Dewdrop’s cheeks, wracking his body with sobs when he curls up with his back against the wall and his knees pulled to his chest. 

You do not deserve them . His pack. He does not deserve them after what he did. 

Once he was all sparkling blue skin and dark sleek hair, perky and cute and all of the things that the others cherished and desired. He still had his spark, his quick tongue, but he had smiled more - let his lovers hold him and mold him until he fit right into their mouths and bodies. He laughed loud and often, wearing his emotions like bold flowering tattoos on his skin, never letting them doubt for one moment that he loved them all. He kissed Mountain’s cheek in the morning before they sank into their routine of making breakfast together, humming as they knocked into each other with quiet giggles, and letting his stomach swoop when the earth ghoul hugged him close to his body against the counter. Now, their mornings were quieter. It was still always the two of them up before the others, dipping into a silent rhythm of making coffee and pancakes. Mountain tried humming, tried nudging at Dew with his feet, tossing him soft, sympathetic smiles that made bile rise in Dew’s throat. He watched that smile fall, fall, and fall again until Mountain did not try anymore. A sick part of Dew reveled in it, that he had shaken off the softness, like he had proved that he was not as good as Mountain claimed he was. Another smaller, muffled part of him was begging him to give in, to let Mountain wash his gentle hands over his small waist and rock back and forth in the kitchen until the pancakes were burnt on the bottom and the coffee went cold. 

You do not deserve to give in , the voice reminded him. He was not their water-ghoul anymore. He was not their sweet, loving Dewdrop. He didn’t even deserve the name, Dewdrop. 

Another sob coursed through his frame, his whole body shaking with it until it burst from his mouth all strangled and wet. He felt stupid, he felt pathetic, by letting the voice speak to him and etch its way onto his skin. 

You are not soft enough.

You are not pretty enough.

You are not smart enough, or strong enough.

You are not good enough for them. 

It choked him, clamping down on his chest and throat like he was being crushed by the depth of the sea. He lifted his hands and dug into his hair, pulling at it to feel the sting where the fibers latched onto his scalp. The cries kept coming until he was gasping and he wished so badly that he was good enough for one of his mates, all of his mates, that he could reach out and ask them to hold him, soothe him , like a young kit until he could catch his breath and snuggle into their warmth. 

He imagined how they might kiss his forehead and wipe away his tears with the pads of their thumbs, and it ached . He let his mind reach out for the ache, let it burn through his chest and bubble up his throat to turn into more cries and whimpers that tumbled out and echoed off his stupid, burnt walls. He thought about how they might say his name. Like they used to. Soft and kind, Dewdrop. Water lily. Droplet. 

Dewdrop.

Dewdrop.

"Dewdrop."

"Dewdrop!"

Dew’s head shot up, heart pounding in his chest. He felt the color drain from his body, heat replaced by chill like he was a prey who had been caught. 

"Dew, please open the door." It was Rain. 

Dew couldn’t stop the next cry that left his lips, crying for his mate. His chest kept aching, his breaths getting faster. He wished he could stand and open the door but his body was frozen on the hardwood, clutching at his head and the space above his heart. 

"Baby, please." 

Too sweet, too soft, you do not deserve this.

When he did not respond again, he heard mumbling and the rustling of keys. His heart thumped heavily. A key slid into the lock with a sleek slide, Rain rushing out a quick warning that he was coming in before turning it all the way because he was ever the gentleman even like this. Even to Dewdrop. 

Dew turned his head when the door opened, trying to fold in on himself, wishing he could flip inside out so no one could see the blotchiness of his cheeks or the way his hands shook when he moved his hair to cover his face. 

"Let me go in first," Rain said to someone behind him before Dewdrop heard the door click shut once more and soft, bare footsteps followed by the drag of a tail padded over to where he sat. 

And then there were arms around him. 

And Dewdrop cried again, harder and louder if it were even possible. Rain’s arms were sturdy where they slowly turned Dew into his body, scooping him up until he was folded around the fire ghoul's shaking form. 

"It’s okay, baby." Rain said, using the petname he reserved only for Dewdrop and only in times like these. The voice laughed, poking at Dew with a hot iron, he wouldn't hold you like this if he had known you before. If he knew how much colder you are as a fire-ghoul, if he knew how much dimmer, and saltier, and weaker you are now. 

A soft hand pulled at his mind as it laid on his cheek. He hiccupped, hating the way he leaned into Rain's touch. He took in a shaky breath, eyes beginning to stare out into the expanse as the storming sea of emotions pulled him under, trying to drown him. It was peaceful, like acceptance. That he was in fact,

Weak.

Ugly.

Wrong.

"Where are you?" Rain said, his voice the softest, most pleading whisper. To Dewdrop, it felt like a hand grasping his where he reached up towards the surface, where the light shone through the water. It threatened to pull him out into the open air and subject him to the ache and the waves again. He wanted to thrash against it, tear his hand from Rain’s strong grip and keep sinking, but Rain was strong and Dew wanted to dive into his embrace.

Rain leaned his forehead against Dewdrop’s, their horns clacking together as he pressed firmly. His tail intertwined with Dew’s. Dew could feel his mate's distress and worry tugging at his heart, the beautiful and unfortunate part of being so tightly tied to one another. It wasn't pity Rain was feeling, It was empathy. And Dew didn't know what to do with it when it washed over him, but he knew he did not want Rain to be sad. Especially not for him, so he leaned into Rain, letting him hold him and mold him to his chest. He breathed in deep, familiar petrichor filling his senses, slowing his heart rate. He let that hand pull him up, up, up until he breached the surface.

He took another deep breath that shuddered through his small body. Rain ran his other hand that was not on his face over his spine in slow sweeping motions. A few remaining tears trickled over his hot cheeks, and this time Rain’s thumb was there to catch them. Dew leaned into him further. The sea was calm, the voice was quieter. 

“What happened?” Rain asked, leaning back enough to see Dew’s face, but never letting him go. 

Dewdrop struggled to raise his head, keeping his eyes fixated on Rain’s chest where one of his hands had clutched and dug in. The shirt was torn from his claws, and he had to resist another deprecating thought.

He hiccupped around his next breath of air, trying to get the words out, but they were lodged in his throat. The voice, while quieter, still called him an attention seeker, a waste of space, undeserving of Rain’s warm gaze. 

“I-” His voice was crackly and raw. Rain asked if he needed water and Dewdrop shook his head. He feared that if he didn’t let it out now, he might never have the strength again. “It’s hard,” he started. 

What’s hard? How do I explain this? How do I explain to you that sometimes when you look at me, when the others look at me like you love me, it feels like I’m dying.

“It’s hard to let you love me.” He said, quiet. Weak. “I don’t- I don’t deserve it.”

He waited for the sting. Something that would prove the voice and the thoughts right. Flashes of the anger haunted his memories, the stupid words he spat at Rain when he was first summoned, how he stormed out of every room the water ghoul entered, resisting his kindness at every turn and corner, and how Rain kept coming back no matter what - Dew could not handle that sort of love. He needed Rain to be mad at him too, to fight back, to finally say what he has been probably thinking all these years later; that Dew was and is too hard to love, and most certainly did not deserve it.

There was no sting though.

There was only Rain pulling Dew back into his chest, stronger and firmer than before. He tucked his head into the crook between Dew’s neck and shoulder, his breath whispering on his skin and making him shiver.

" You are everything to me." Rain said. He said it with power, with force, with a sort of roundness to it that had Dew pulling back and gently tilting Rain’s head back, finally looking at his face and finding his blue eyes glistening with tears. Shining with adoration. It brought wetness back to Dew’s on eyes, and he felt his lip quiver. 

"I love you, Dewdrop." Rain said, and again "You are everything. I know it's hard, I know. Let me do this- let us do this with you." 

Dew sniffled, "I don't know how."

"We will figure it out together. Oh," He brushed a strand of gold hair behind Dewdrop's ear, his lips upturned in a small smile, "You are pretty even when you cry, sweetheart." 

Dewdrop scoffed, but couldn't help his own smile. 

Rain’s hand rested on his cheek again, and this time Dew was unashamed in the way he soaked up his warmth, closing his eyes and kissing his palm.

"Will you let us in? Let us see you like this." Rain asked. Dew nodded into his hand, biting his lip. Rain pressed a lingering kiss to his head, his horns, his cheeks, to his nose and chin, and then to his lips. "Let us love you." 

"Okay."