#i thought it was interesting that hc!false would be the only one to respond yes to e!false’s question

[lunarblazes]

There has always been one False Symmetry.

Only one. She made sure of that. She knows that there’s—there’s an other, sure—but she’s—there has always been only one False. Strange things happen, it’s fine, but there’s still only one. And there never has been another.

(Someday she’ll start believing it.)

When people in the rift’s domain start talking to her like a friend, False knows she’s made a grievous error. There’s an other, here, then, and if there’s an other she needs to know what it’s doing.

There’s a watchtower installed the next day. She doesn’t bother wandering the premises. She knows there’s nobody there, but she keeps her sword inconveniently in hand as she builds. False checks, double-checks, and triple-checks the air behind her shoulder.

This is for them, she tells herself. If they find her, she’ll hurt them. She doesn’t know it but she’ll hurt them and I can’t let that happen.

Every time someone confuses them False’s spring grows a little more tightly wound, her posture more alert, her sword closer and closer more constantly.

She’s dangerous, she’s dangerous, she’s dangerous.

It presses against False’s temples, behind her eyes, the weight of this knowledge, this great threat. The hermits would laugh her off if she told them. They’re not people who are often driven to panic or fear; she’s seen a few come close with this rift thing, but hermits are tricky. They think they always know best, and if she tells them, they’ll go hunting, or worse, to befriend it. Aided by infinite respawns, they’d assume their invincibility was assured and try to lay eyes on her.

They’d never even remember what hit them. Curious things. False has to keep it from them. It hurts that she can’t trust them with knowing, but it’s for their own good.

She must carry the weight, the operation, the knowledge, on her shoulders in the same place where her head once stood, because when the greatest threat to your friends is someone who wears your face, you must stop carrying such a distinguishable weakness. When you can’t look your own mirror image in the eye without flinching, you learn to stop looking. Better to smash the mirror first. Nobody can see you’re weak, then, the soft underbelly of the hermits.

You’re waiting for it to remember before you strike, like a coward. Poised and coiled like a rattlesnake but without the fangs to make it count. You’re watching and watching that mirror, transfixed, but there is nothing you could use to smash it, not a sword or a fist or a stick, nothing except your own head. There is nothing to do about it but hurt yourself.

And, secretly, False is scared. Bone-deep terrified. She almost fell asleep in the tower because she never sleeps anyways—there is no home to shelter her here—and it’s—it’s that she’s so tired, she’s been living without this terror for so long, so confident in her stupid plan working, that she’d forgotten what it was like to live like a desperate, starving wolf, eyeing everything like a meal. Any of these emperors could be aiding her. Any of the hermits could—could find her and get confused and killed and it’s—it would be her fault, then, and there would be nothing she could have done to stop it.

Her head hurts and her vision is blurry. She hasn’t been drinking water. It seems so insignificant in the face of such a strange, all-consuming terror.

There might be something wrong with her.

But she can’t do anything until she’s smashed that mirror. Make sure her work has truly been undone.

[shotorozu]

hiii so i was tormenting myself by watching cute tiktok videos about couples and i came across a challenge (dk if i can call it that) but its where the gf asks the bf whether or not she still gives him butterflies and i immediately zoomed here and asked for a request (hc format, pls?) with shoto, katsuki and hawks/amajiki? hehe you can pick but my bois shoto and katsuki stay (im typing this on laptop so its kinda messy but ily and take care!)

“do i still give you butterflies?”

(based off a tiktok)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, amajiki tamaki, takami keigo “hawks” (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] quirk not mentioned, gender neutral

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : anon, your request wasn’t messy at all so don’t worry about it :)) i’m sorry for the lack of content lately, school has been a bitch 😐 i did all four because i was feeling spontaneous today 🤩 also, there’s not that many nuances, i just wanted to jump into it 💀

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todoroki shouto

you came across a tiktok of someone asking their s/o if they still gave them butterflies— and you were amazed

but this also sparked your own interest, and you started wondering— wondering about shouto’s answer

you and shouto have been dating nearly a year now— your year anniversary being next week.

shouto would usually be watching tiktoks with you, but the heterochromatic haired man’s currently across your room, helping you round off candidates for your upcoming anniversary outfit

feeling intrigued at the idea of asking him the burning question no pun intended 💀 you swipe to the camera, hitting the record button— and you’re just about to ask him the question ™️

until you’re hit with a sudden pang of hesitation

you almost forgot, but you’ve suddenly remembered the fact that shouto’s insanely blunt— purposefully or not

and though you’re confident that shouto doesn’t have the desire to hurt you in any way, shape or form

if he bluntly says “no” to your question, your ego is going to take a blow, and it’s not going to be pretty 😨‼️

so, that raises the intimidation factor by thousands.

shouto halts his wardrobe inspection, and turns to you, noticing your sudden lack of words. not to mention the lack of tiktoks playing in the background

“what are you thinking right now, lovely?” he asks, the patient look on his face luring you into a false sense of security

you just blurted the question out, “do i still give you butterflies?”

shouto’s rendered speechless for a moment— the second long confusion diffusing into thin air, when he realizes what you’re actually talking about

and yes, he thought you were being literal for a second 💀 but thanks to his time together with you, and the constant scoldings from a certain blond— he understood what you meant by ‘butterflies’

he shakes his head, “usually, no.”

and you’re just like 😃➡️ fuck 😨‼️‼️— this backfired like you’ve originally assumed, and of course he wasn’t going to lie to you

you end the tiktok, feeling defeated— but it doesn’t engulf you whole, as shouto’s quick to add onto his statement “but, i don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

shouto then explains that during the earlier days of him having a crush on you, he did have butterflies— like he was genuinely sick with a stomach condition🗿

the amount of times he sent himself to recovery girl, because your hand accidentally grazed against his, is just absolutely astounding 😨

“i wasn’t so sure why they went away one day, so i looked the symptoms up online,” you snicker at the usage of ‘symptoms’— and shouto only smiles at that reaction

“it says that you’re not supposed to have them in the first place, because it’d be your body’s way of telling you that something’s wrong. and— that sounds,, correct. when i’m with you, i feel calm. different, but comfortable.” he subconsciously holds your hands in his own, “is that okay?”

so, he didn’t get butterflies because he wasn’t interested— but rather, he felt safe in your presence, to the point his body responded accordingly.

“yes. of course, shou.” you press a kiss against his cheek, which already felt warm to begin with, “also, you said ‘usually’. so, when’s that rare occasion that you do get butterflies?”

he averts his gaze, cheeks tinting at the idea of just saying what he’s thinking, “when,, you call me handsome, and pretty.”

“but shou, you are! so does that mean you get butterflies when other people call you handsome or pretty?”

he deadpans, and you laugh— patting him on the shoulder “i’m kidding!”

“it’s only for you.”

“i know, shou. now, let’s get back to outfit picking— i’m still pretty undecided about what to wear.”

you add onto the unfinished tiktok when shouto leaves momentarily for some water, typing down what exactly happened after you stopped filming.

“false alarm ‼️he didn’t lose feelings 🤩 he’s just comfortable around me 💃✨ i am still taken.”

you upload the tiktok, and it blows up because of the expression you made when he told you “no.” 💀 and everyone was either laughing at your face, or celebrating the fact that you’re still together

bakugou katsuki

you were by yourself when you came across a tiktok of someone asking their s/o if they still gave them butterflies— and of course, this made you curious of your own boyfriend

dating katsuki is something, alright— and though you’ve been together for some time now, you were also still figuring out each other’s ways as you guys should be

and there wasn’t a so-called honeymoon stage between you two— as he always treated you nicer than the rest of his classmates

so this sparks a question in your mind— and you want his answer.

except maybe not anymore, considering that you literally cannot find him, at all.

usually it’s you that’s missing in action, and it’s honestly never on purpose— still surprising nonetheless

you go to the dorm’s kitchen— wondering why you didn’t go there first, considering katsuki’s interest in making his own meals and yours but thats besides the point

you take a peak at the kitchen, and of course he was in there by himself— cooking up his dinner, with an concentrated look on his face.

you’re about to step into the kitchen, and call for his attention, when you jerk back— thinking it would be wrong for you to be entering the kitchen, while he’s cooking

though he didn’t explicitly say it, you know how he feels about people entering the kitchen for unrelated reasons he hates it basically

you pace back and forth, thinking carefully about the reactions he could possibly create, and if entering the kitchen would be good idea on your part.

you think you’re should be more intimidated and cautious about the idea of asking him this question in particular— but you can’t really find it in you 🗿

because katsuki’s usually in a constant state of anger. it’s different compared to someone like shouto whs’s calm on most days but scary when mad

you’re stopped in your tracks when you’re eye to eye with katsuki— and he was just there just watching you run in circles not that far off from the kitchen🧍‍♂️🤨❓❓

when he saw you, he was going to pull you into the kitchen with him, until he was you literally be like ↪️↩️🔃🔁🔄

“why the hell were you running in circles? you looked like a headless chicken.”

you laugh, “i was looking for you like— everywhere. turns out you were just here 😌”

“did i not tell you that i was making us dinner 🤨” he rolls his in false annoyance, “i know you have a question. you’ve never forgotten something like this. so, just a—”

“do i still give you butterflies?”

red irises blink upon hearing the question— he was honestly expecting a bizarre question, but he wasn’t expecting that in particular

he cleans up his work station, gathering his food in a small container— undoing the apron tied around him

katsuki chucks the apron onto a chair, and he stares at you— handing you the container of food, which is meant for your consumption and his consumption but he cooked it with the intent of sharing it with you

“this is another tiktok thing, isn’t it?”

“no, i’m like,,, genuinely curious. does bakugou katsuki get butterflies” you ponder 🤔❓ “i’m curious!”

“do YOU still get butterflies from me 🤨❓”

“OF COURSE. though it’s not every second of the day, you’re just too fine 😩😍‼️— now, answer the question.”

katsuki huffs, knowing that you’re genuinely curious this time, and that you’re not going to clown him, by posting a tiktok about his answer later

with a hand running through his hair, he admits— “yeah. same answer as yours. sometimes, i guess.”

you’re like 😃❓ “sometimes?”

“yeah. sometimes,” he clicks his tongue, tip of the ears turning red “like— fuckin’ hell! you just randomly say and do the weirdest things sometimes. i can’t help it.”

“but there are moments where i don’t get those,, shitty butterflies.” he can’t find himself elaborating his thoughts— that he feels safe, and it doesn’t feel like he’s shoved on a pedestal around you

he’s just simply katsuki around you. and as much as he likes being called king explosion murderer— he also needs to breathe air and you are the air he needs

plus— you guys are in the kitchen 💀 someone could just walk right in and see katsuki bakugou explain why he DOESN’T get butterflies around his s/o

you smile at that, and the idea of your bakugou katsuki actually having stomach butterflies, because of the things you say and do

“like what exactly?”

“oh, fuck off”

“aw, love you too.” his mouth twitches like he’s trying to hold back a big fat smile from showing

katsuki decided to combat this with a glare 💀

“you know what i mean. just eat the fucking food i gave you.” he turns around to conceal the rising heat on his cheeks, “i can’t believe you were actually worried about that.”

“it’s a valid question!”

“whatever, just follow me.”

you comply 🤩

amajiki tamaki

the two of you were comfortable, scrolling on your fyp— when you come across a tiktok of someone asking their s/o if they still gave them butterflies

seeing the tiktok, you were intrigued— and also amazed by their answer. you didn’t know the person, their answer seemed fitting

however, watching this tiktok spurred your own curiosity— and you turn to ask the exact same question to your boyfriend

but you’re met with a very red tamaki— his cheeks are very similar to this 🔴🔴

he’s kind of like an open book 💀 it’s cute, but you still want a verbal answer from him.

“tama,”

he just KNOWS you’re about to ask him the same question, he can feel it “y-yeah?”

you smile, deciding to tease him a little bit, by pretending that you’re not going to ask him that question

even though you’re going to ask anyway

“should i turn on the air conditioner?”

he exhaled, the redness draining from his face.

tamaki’s relieved that you weren’t going to ask him if he still got butterflies from you because trust me, he still does

don’t get me wrong— it’s not like he’s avoiding the question because of any harsh truth,

but it’s because he knows he’s not going to be able to answer it without blushing or stuttering

and on top of that— he’s read somewhere that getting butterflies is basically your body’s way of signaling danger, and he feels anything but danger around you

and again, he’s like a open book in this situation

you scroll down to the next tiktok, and that’s when you ask the burning question “do i still give you butterflies?”

he chokes upon hearing that, and color immediately rushes back to his face. he should’ve known that you were just messing with him

tamaki looks for a temporary escape, gaze sent downwards— burning holes into the floor with his eyes

you don’t let him, choosing to pry further “so?”

he fumbles in answering— something he expected from the get-go 💀 “hmn.. not very often, s-surprisingly.”

“oh?” this answer has successfully surprised you, “why? do you—”

“b-but!” he’s quick to defend, “it’s not because i lost feelings, or anything like that.”

“i don’t know. i got them a lot, i still do sometimes— and they’re usually not in my control. i never liked how being everything but confident was second nature, and i wished i had more emotion control.”

“but compared to everything else, i feel at peace. l-like i don’t know.. that i’m not me for once—.”

“tamaki, don’t say that.”

“i know, and i’m sorry!” he defends, “but i mean.. with you, i’m never in a constant state of worry, that i’d make mistakes. however, this doesn’t mean everything you do isn’t..”

heart fluttering he’s so whipped, and in the end, he always has a reaction for everything you do

satisfied, and deciding that you’ve had enough of your teasing, you tear his hands anyway from his face, moving to brush his bangs back, “i understand. don’t feel so pressured with your answer, love— this isn’t life or death.”

“i-i know!” he replies, practically melting in your touch, “‘just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“oh, i’d never” you coo, “if you’re also wondering, i’m practically the same as you! so, don’t worry that pretty head of yours.”

he flushes at the nickname— but nonetheless, he feels glad knowing that he’s not the only one that still gets butterflies in this stage of your relationship

“okay, i’m gonna stop teasing you now.” you conclude, immediately going back to your scrolling and for real this time

hawks — takami keigo

you were supposed to be sleeping when you found the tiktok

you’d usually be tucked in your winged boyfriend’s arms, lulled into a much needed and peaceful sleep

but instead, you’re scooted over to the very corner of the bed— scrolling on your fyp

during your time scrolling on the app, you had to stifle and bite back laughter and reactions— but this time, you’re rendered curious

in the tiktok, the original uploader asked their s/o if they still had butterflies because of him

nevermind their s/o’s answer— because this tiktok caused some curiosity to bubble in your stomach, and on any normal occasion, you’d ask keigo

but it’s also 1 in the morning— and keigo finally got the sleep he’s been wanting and needing for a week now.

you don’t want to wake him up, now that he looks super peaceful.

you’ve concluded that you just needed to shake off the curiosity, or better yet— just drop the question overall.

anyway, it’s not like you’d be angry at his answer, considering that he’s been dating you for a year and a half now— you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t get butterflies

though it’d be a real shame on your part since you still get butterflies because of him

you slowly sit up from your curled up position, setting aside the blankets— wanting to retrieve a remedy for your suddenly parched throat

and you’re about to step out of the bed, when keigo suddenly plops his head, face first, onto your lap— golden eyes piercing, despite the lack of light

“jesus christ keigo!” you exclaim, and he laughs at your reaction, “i thought my heart fell out of my ass for a second!”

“sorry, sorry.” he laughs with that gravely voice of his, and he caresses your back in comfort, “i didn’t feel you in my arms.”

“sorry, kei.”

“there’s no need for that. anyways, why’re you even awake? it’s.. late.”

you’re hesitant, not only because of the time, but because of his answer too, “it’s not important. you can answer it in the morning. you don’t get to sleep a lot, thanks to your job.”

“that’s true, but, consider me curious. whatever it is— i’m sure it’s important.” he insists, “c’mon! curiosity’s gonna kill the bird!”

you roll your eyes at that awful punchline, but you give in anyway, “do you.. still get butterflies from me?”

honestly, i was debating if hawks would— and i feel like he wouldn’t.

just realized everyone in this list said no 💀whoops

and yes, he had crushes, definitely. but, he didn’t date a lot when he was younger.

nevertheless, if he was in a relationship, he’d take it seriously. man’s always doing some form of work. so, if you actually got him in a relationship, you have him wrapped around your finger.

because the only people he actually got permanent butterflies from, were just people he was infatuated with 💀 not the same as love

keigo props himself up on his elbows, his lips turning up into a small smile, “hm.. i can’t say butterflies is the right term.”

“oh, why?”

“i don’t know— imagine a 23 year old, actually using the term ‘butterflies’? oh my. haven’t used that word since i was 17.” you snort, “hey! it’s true.”

“where was i.. right,” keigo goes back on track, “like every other crush, i did get butterflies. i’d accidentally brush my fingers against yours? butterflies. eye contact? butterflies. heck— even when i’d fly across the city, just to see you, i’d get them. and that’s in my control!”

“then suddenly, things were different.” keigo doesn’t voice this out, but he remembers the time you suddenly weren’t just like any other crush he had, “i’m not complaining though.”

“besides, constantly getting butterflies is also the body’s way of signaling danger, what i feel is different.” you tilt your head in confusion,

“heart fluttering is much more fitting!” he plants himself face first onto your lap, “can’t help that part. jeez— endeavor and miruko would laugh at me for using butterflies for the first time in 6 years.”

“ugh, this is where i go to sleep. why’d you have to mention endeavor??”

“i’m serious! i mean it. and not just that, i meant every single thing i said.”

“you better.” you get comfortable, allowing him to plop down on you— encasing you in his arms, “goodnight. thanks.. for answering.”

“of course. anytime, dove.”

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[eve6262]

some rhaast thoughts

There’s nothing worse than silence. It’s a slow killer, infecting your mind like a parasite, nibbling away at the edges of your mind until it gets to the center and you think, wait a minute, isn’t something wrong? Not silence as in the absence of sound, mind; the absence of everything. An abyss, of nothing created by nothing for nothing. Nothing, a perfect 0 that loops like a circle, without even the slight oval dimensions the number usually holds. A 0 shaped like an O. Silence.

It was that, for a long, long while. And then Kayn picked him up, and life has been very loud.

Loud- colors, sounds, a battle- is overwhelming after a perfect silence for so long. Initially he was hurt, wincing every time another light broke its way into his vision, but he didn’t dare complain or show weakness because then he might be thrown back into that silence prison, and all he needed was time, surely.

Time passed, and now he’s used to it. The colors aren’t so sharp anymore, the world isn’t so fast, Kayn isn’t so strange and loud.

“Good morning,” he says to his scythe, brushing his hair while the thing rests on his lap.

Good morning, Rhaast replies, idly watching the mess on his head turn into a sleek black waterfall. It has taken them an eternity and a day to reach this point, seven strange conversations, three days spent melodramatically ignoring everyone else, five hours of betrayal, a minute to murder the people who used to live here. A man and a woman, relation unknown and unimportant, because for now this is Kayn and Rhaast’s house and they are confident the Kinkou will not chase them this far. The daybreak proves it, as there’s not a soul nearby.

Well, there are souls, but none of them living. Ionia is a strange country.

There is, admittedly, one small problem. Zed could and might follow them, try to address this himself. Kayn, he can feel, fears the man, though for different reasons than Rhaast. He thinks that Zed could defeat him, or manage to confiscate the scythe and force him never to stay together again, or perhaps kill him on the spot; but his scythe knows better than that, knows that the leader of the Kinkou is nothing but a coward and an idiot who relies on the shadows that do not love him. The shadows would despise him, no longer grant him his wishes, if only their Queen was awake.

Is that a true story? Did he make that up in the void of nothing, or is it a distant memory that got eaten by time?

His breakfast today looks alright. A mess of rations he had smuggled away, taken with him when they fled, plus whatever they found in the little abandoned house in the forest. Some fresh bread, meats strung up, eggs freshly harvested from the wildlife, considering the lack of a coop. “Better than I expected.”

Of course. They weren’t exactly expecting to die.

“With how old they were? They should have.”

Usually there’s jabs and nonsense and idle conversation with these two, never a dull moment. But now, instead, they’ve found a comfortable silence- and isn’t that funny, the thing he used to abhor- to rest in. Will it eat at the edges of his mind again, until he forgets slowly even the life before this, with Zed and the Kinkou and some nonsensical fight for power when, really, they’re at their strongest as a team?

There are so many stories in the edges of his mind that he can’t figure out the veracity of. Is is true that there was once a reigning emperor of the sands with feathers and a commanding voice and a penchant for men? Or maybe the tales of the Elderwood, a forest not dissimilar to Ionian magic but with gods sealed below the size of mountains and with the power of Targon combined? Surely the Aspects of Moon and Sun have changed- are they still lovers? Surely the Aspect of War has changed- are they still a peaceful tactician who prefers the strategy of war to its more bloody parts?

Was any of that ever true? Are there parts he’s missing, parts he’s added? He knows, mostly, three things: Kayn is with him, Zed could find them, and he has a brother named Aatrox.

Everything else seems to be triggered by happenstance. For example, once, on a trip that led them to the mountains, they met a child with longer hair than their body that faded into the different colors of the sky and he knew, right then, right there, that the old Aspect of Twilight had died, and this new one was named Zoe and that she was very, very annoying. Somewhere else- the location he’s fuzzy on- they met a darkin with a bow and he recognized Varus and called out and his brethren responded “Oh, you’re gay too?”

His brother would have slain that man in twain. Kayn, assuming the darkin was talking to him, responded, “Who cares?”

Secretly, Rhaast thinks Zed would have hated him for it. He seems like the type. Maybe he’s just never “understood” that sort of attraction, or maybe he has an age-old crush on a friend that he pretends doesn’t exist by pretending it can’t be true. Perhaps both, in a way and form, where that interest went unexplored and misunderstood and pushed away.

“Rhaast.”

Yes?

“Did you not hear me?”

No. Say it again.

“Honestly.” He sighs, rolling his eyes. “I was asking you what you want to do.”

Why?

“Why?...I...”

Don’t have anywhere to go, huh.

“Don’t say that.”

Not in a bad way. But no direction.

“Yes, I do. I want Noxus to fall. But I’m not doing that alone, and not now, so.”

He thinks for a moment, then responds. Shurima.

“Why Shurima?”

I want to see what’s left of Azir.

“Who the hell is- ...you know what? Sure. Shurima it is.”

--

thought I wanted to write ship. turns out I just wanted to do Rhaast character studies. (also, the line about Azir liking men is a hc of mine that you can interpret as false or true)

~Eve6262

[sekceesimps]

The Dragon’s Requiem (A Zhongli x Reader x Childe oneshot)

Summary:  Zhongli reflects on his past with the reader as he watches her move on with someone new. 

angst with fluff and maybe a lil nsfw?

Pairing:   (past) Zhongli x Reader. Childe x Reader  

a/n  NOT THE GENSHIN HCs GETTING 600 NOTES WHAT THE HECK THANKS EVERYONE! That was such a great present to wake up to (who needs a S/O? smh I have my 200+ tumblr followers). 

I tried writing the reader as gender neutral, but since I’m a female it might not have come across as that, so I’m sorry ahead of time. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys, leave some requests and feedback (it means so much to me)! 

Sincerely Coffee 

Your fingers tangled gently into his dark locks, tugging him closer to you. You smile softly at him as he delicately places light kisses across your face and jawline, slowly inching towards your neck. You bask in his warmth and glowing attention as you arch your back to get even closer to him. In times like this, he couldn’t help but admire everything about you. From how happy you look, to the way you slept so peacefully just moments ago, or the way that you would look in a few minutes with your face flushed and begging for him.  

Zhongli has always been a man who lived in and cherished the past. He could spend hours talking about Liyue’s history or explain the customs and cultures of a time long before. It would bother some people, but never you. He admired you so much. Your patience for him, the openness of your heart to allow him to come into your life, and the unique beauty you had that surpassed anyone else in his eyes.      

He never really cared for humans. Yes, he knew he had a responsibility to them, but he never truly loved them. At least, he never loved any mortal the way that he loves you. He has been alive for thousands of years, but he had never felt this attached to someone, especially not a seemingly simple mortal. It was his strange attachment that made losing you all the more difficult.    

His greatest insecurity had always been his lifespan. If he could give everything up to spend his life with you, then he would have. He knows he has responsibilities as a protector of the nation of Liyue, but the promise of your sweet embrace and a meaningful future with you was too good to pass upon. With you, he wasn’t stuck in the past, but looked towards the future. 

“Childe! You’re such a tease,” your soothing voice sharply breaks him out of his reveries of the past. 

“Well it’s not my fault that you’re too stunning to contain myself around,” the harbinger known as Tartaglia shot back playfully and moved to grab for your hand. You take quick notice of his actions and allow him to wrap his fingers around yours. 

“Can we have dinner there!” you point excitedly at the Liuli Pavilion. 

“Anything for you, love” he grins and pulls you two towards the restaurant. 

The crowds parted at the sight of the young Fatui and his darling Y/N. He was accustomed to showing them off to everyone, proud of being able to pull someone as stunning and kind as them. Zhongli looks down, feeling sick, was that the feeling of seeing his dear Y/N with that man. He didn’t really move on. He stayed in Liyue’s harbors, sometimes you even caught glimpses of the God who stole and broke your heart in a different time. 

“I love you,” Childe grins after pulling away from you. Allowing you to catch your breath following the heated kiss, before you respond, 

“I love you more,” smiling back at your boyfriend before leaning in to steal another kiss. You move your arms to the back of his head, digging your fingers into his hair as he passionately returns your kiss. His own hand traveling low and playfully squeezing your ass. It was a simple show of affection between a young couple in love. A couple that most everyone was familiar with and adored. Of course the two of you thought you were in a secluded area, but there are people who have known this land and it’s hiding spots for years. 

It was a shame, he thinks, as he watches you and the auburn haired man enjoy your day out together. Together. The word really hits him right then and there. You had moved on past your days with the archon.              

He knows it’s selfish to continue to long for you. He left and hurt you so unfairly. You were someone precious to him, and he broke you without a care in the world. 

“Zhongli, are you ok?” you asked meekly as you walked into your shared home. He’s agitated, pacing and scrunching his eyebrows. The normally calm composured man looked flustered and sad in a way. 

“I want to take a break” he pronounced unexpressively. With blank amber eyes he tore your heart out. No, I don’t want this. I want to be with you forever. I don’t want to hurt you, he chides himself internally

Your silent tears hurt him more than any wound he’s received in battle. This is for you though. You don’t deserve this pain, but what you feel now is infinitely better than the suffering he would inflict on you in the future. 

He stops himself from reaching out to you. That would only serve to give you false comfort. He leaves without another word, heart shattering more and more as you finally let out your sobs behind the door. This will be better for you, he justifies to himself, I could never give you what you wanted. 

It was you who changed him. It was you who showed him how to really and truly love someone for the first time in his thousands of years of life. It was you who made him want to be better and grow. 

“Why do you love me,” you asked suddenly, breaking the calm silence between you two. 

“What kind of question is that?” he had questioned in return, slightly tilting his head to face you, truly puzzled as to why you were asking something like that. 

“Well I’m not particularly special. My fighting skills are average. I’m not as attractive as others around here. I guess I’m just wondering why a God like you is interested in someone as average as me. I’m sorry this is probably annoying you” you mutter and turn away from him slightly to hide your face. 

“You’re not average. You’re stunning, brave, true, and compassionate. You are so much more than even that. There has never been any other mortal that has ever captured my attention like you have. I only have my eyes for you so don’t apologize,” he answers honestly, gazing into your eyes, which were now welling with tears. 

“I love you,” you whisper and let him wrap his arms around your body, pulling you close to him and offering a comforting touch. 

“I love you more than you could ever imagine,” he mumbled into your hair and placed a light kiss on your forehead. 

Something inside of Zhongli curls up and dies when he hears your illuminating laughter and head thrown back, as your E/C eyes gleam in the sun’s light. That should be him making you laugh. Him causing your happiness. Him kneeling on one knee. Him devoting his life to you. 

“Yes!” you exclaim in shock at seeing the man you’ve spent the last two years with get down on  one knee in front of you.

“I haven’t even asked anything yet,” he teases as he slides a silver band onto your finger, “but I’m glad you said yes.” you smile back at him and place soft kisses all across his face. 

“Come on, let’s eat some golden shrimp on the roof over there!” he declares as he places another kiss on your cheek right before he takes off towards the roof of a building on the harbor. 

This would be the final time Zhongli swears to himself again as he takes another glance at your grinning form. He knows it’s a useless promise because he knows that he’ll be back soon. 

He thinks it’s ironic that it took leaving you to realize how much he can’t live without you. 

As he turns away from the scene of the grinning couple, his heart crumbles, but it’s the thought that you would finally be happy, keeping him from breaking forever. Yes, he would be at your side for the rest of his days, it may not be in the way that he wanted, but he holds you too dear to leave for good. 

“Goodbye for now my darling Y/N” the archon murmurs. He hopes you hear his requiem for what the two of you had. For what he would still protect and cherish, even as he watches it get replaced by someone you deserved more. 

You hear a familiar voice faintly echo as you cling further into your now asleep fiance's arms and rest your head on his shoulder. As you feel a shadow of a kiss on your forehead you can’t help but think back to those precious times with your geo archon, “Until we meet again Zhongli. Perhaps in a different life I’ll be enough for you,” you whisper into the night.  

The dragon lets out his final song, all the while your own resolve crumbles away, longing for the man you once called home, but accepting this wonderful future with a man you love. 

a/n  Feel free to drop a like or comment, it boosts my fragile ego. In a bit of pain if you couldn’t tell. I’ve also gotten too addicted to this game and it’s sekcee characters, please send help 🤧  

[aliaslua]

Ok about those "living with bodyguard turtles" hc, how would the boys react if the human they're protecting (now their best friend, mind you) had feelings for them? Like the human doesnt tell them but it's kind of obvious, theyre pretty bad at hiding it?

omg this is my first request

I received this ask at the exact moment that I submitted my last assignment, so I'd just officially started my college break ... The perfect way to start my rest *chef's kiss*. Thank you so much for the suggestion! <3 I was craving some angst. I hope you enjoy! it’s also kinda long LOL I was trully excited

you can read the first part here

Leonardo

It happened one day while he was helping you in training. The whole family was already used to your presence, you and Leo trained together every day and he loved it. He thought it was really cool to keep up with your performance and he was so proud of your increasing dedication and persistence, even on the days when the training was hard.

On that specific day he had decided to give you a break, since the training the day before had been heavy. Everything seemed absolutely normal until the moment when he needed to help you with a yoga posture and although you barely started the exercises, he realized that your heart was beating fast, very fast. Strange, he thought, but when he looked at your face and realized that you blushed, he also became overly aware of his own hands on your waist and how close your faces were. Suddenly, you broke contact with his eyes and walked away abruptly. "I'm not feeling well" you said "Maybe tomorrow."

Leonardo stood in the training room with a huge question mark in his face. Were you… nervous? During training? Why? You had been training together for months and it wasn't the first time that you needed support for a posture and…

The next few days are like a nightmare. Suddenly you decide that you prefer to train alone. Then you make up an absurd excuse for not watching the movie on wednesday. You don't talk to him, you don't train together, it's almost like you disappeared from his life. It's too much. One day during breakfast he asks you a direct question, but you simply decline the invitation while still avoiding looking at him. A horrible silence is in the air when you leave the kitchen without even finishing your breakfast.

"What did I do?" Leo asks, clearly hurt. His brothers look at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" Donnie asks. "What?" That's all the oldest brother can answer. "She's into you, moron." Raph responds, clearly irritated.

The realization runs through him like an electric current. Is that why you are avoiding him? What it means "you are into him"? Like… Are you in love? You? No way. You were his pupil! The first student he had, more like a life partner, a housemate. He never thought that someone like you could ... Him? It's too much for him. He needed to sit down.

"It looks like your intuition isn't that good huh, your stallion!" Mikey jokes.

The next are sleepless nights. Suddenly everything makes sense. How you smiled when he brushed your hair off your face, how you asked him to stay by your side when you couldn't sleep, how you insisted that the training should be longer, he always had interpreted all that as a sign of friendship, but now he felt completely naive. And to think that you could feel like that for someone like him ... It changed everything. What did that mean? He missed you. Missed you a lot. Seeing you so distant made him suffer in a way that only seemed logical now that he realized that perhaps his own feelings were the same. His head is spinning. Perhaps…. Maybe you could...

No. Absolutely not. The mission was clear. He had a single duty, to protect you. And he was going to complete the mission even if you spent the rest of your time together without looking at him again, no matter how much it hurt. Nothing was going to stop him from keeping you safe, not even his own feelings.

Raphael

It happened that morning while he was working out. You had just read “Emma” and it was the last book by Jane Austen that was missing for you to complete the bibliography. You sighed at the romantic ending but he hit the punching bag with an overly aggressive stance.

"We have to stop reading that shit." He said, suddenly. "Why?" You asked, surprised "I thought you liked it." "I like it. It's just ... it's kind of depressing for me." "What do you mean?" He stopped punching. Still with his back to you, you could see him adjusting his hand-bands. "Ah, come on, Shorty ... You know that none of this will ever happen to me." He threw a punch that made you jump "It hurts ... to know what it could be." "What do you mean, it's never gonna happen to you?" You asked honestly. He could hear in your voice that you were incredulous. "Cut the crap, Y / N." He turned, annoyed. "Look at me!" "I AM looking." you said, standing up "All I see is a caring, kind, gentle man and the day you fall in love with someone I know that you will be the most loving and dedicated partner and that person will be the luckiest in the world." You closed your mouth as if you had just said cursed words. Across the room, Raphael was stiff and speechless. Suddenly, the Lair' alarm went off. He went to join the brothers in silence, an emergency demanded his attention.

That night, Raph didn't come back home. He spent the night sitting on the edge of a building looking out over the city, mesmerized by your words.

It may be hard to believe, but Raphael is always very aware of his own emotions. That's why he is always so angry, that's why he cannot contain the urge to fight. He feels everything deeply. You didn't have to say anything else. It was as clear as day for him. He knew that was an unplanned declaration of love, he knew you were trying to hide it and you couldn't, and he knew it was too late now. He also knew he felt the same way. And he knew you could never be what his heart desired.

In his deepest fantasies, Raph would return home, lift you up around the waist and swear eternal love, just like in the books. And he would be yours, from then on and forever and you would never be alone, afraid or sad again. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything to make you the happiest person in the world.

But he also knew that it would never be possible with a man like him. He, who couldn't give you a decent home, the wedding you deserved, couldn't give you a family... - Fuck - He couldn't even meet your family. You would be forever unhappy, stuck with a monstrous and impetuous man and for that reason, he needed to work out the kindest way to reject your affection, knowing that it would be the most difficult thing he would have to do in life.

Donatello

Donnie wasn't prone to false modesty. He knew without a doubt that he had a deductive ability beyond average and he knew that he had enough knowledge to always reach the most likely conclusions. Why, then, could he not get it out of his head that you felt something for him that wasn't limited to a mere friendship?

He was working in the lab and couldn't stop thinking about all the obvious signs. Once again he redid the list of symptoms in his head: You had stopped reading alone in your private room they had built for you and now whenever you could, read by his side while he worked on the computer. Okay, nothing suspicious, a friendly, normal, expected gesture. But then there was that day when he stopped typing for a second and when he looked at you, you were staring at him. Clearly! He even saw it when you turned your face back to your book, in a pathetic attempt to pretend you weren't completely absorbed in watching him. That was strange. Okay, okay. Just one more event, it didn't indicate anything. So there was that night when everyone was watching a horror movie and you hugged his arm after a jumpscare, you guys stared at each other for a few seconds and he thought he saw you... blushing? Not to mention that now during your weekly debate sessions you seemed very giggly, very self-conscious, maybe even shy ... You had started to avoid direct eye contact with him and he realized with disbelief when your body language indicated attraction. Yes, yes ... He had ignored it the first few times but the way you smiled, the way you tilted your neck, how you approached him... Was he going crazy ???

Two hypotheses floated in his mind. The firs: he was going crazy, hallucinating and that was why he was seeing things and all the obvious signs that you were… interested in him were just the crazy dream of an unbalanced man. Or ... Well, or you really had developed a real and palpable romantic desire and you were so caught up in that urge that you couldn't hide it.

He narrowed his eyes again. No, no. Certainly not. You? No way. It didn't make sense from an instinctive and evolutionary point of view (why would you have that urge? You weren't even of the same species) and from a subjective, spiritual point of view, well ... Why would you like someone like him? You were beautiful, intelligent, clearly had an exceptional capacity for conversation and aside from that brief moment in your life, when you would finally have your freedom back, surely you would have no difficulty in finding a partner being such a wonderful, kind person, loving and…

He was no longer paying any attention to the viral sample he had placed under the microscope. He felt his own heart sink. If you really liked him then ... So does that mean ... That he had a chance? That he no longer needed to hide his intentions, his desires? That he could finally confess and that you would say ...

Someone knocked on the door. It was you. Sleepy and in pajamas, you still looked wonderful. "Donnie, can I sleep here?" "Of course, dear."

You smiled slightly, your eyes still half closed with sleep. He saw you lying on the couch, you fell asleep right away. He continued to look at you, so peaceful and impassive... He came to the only possible conclusion: It could never happen. You deserve affection, security, stability. A peaceful life with someone who cared for you, not someone who constantly put you at risk ... Someone who wasn't like him. Donatello looked away from your face, thinking it might lessen the pain. He knew that, in that case, the most rational option was to pretend that he had never deducted anything.

Michelangelo

"So... What are you going to do?" Leonardo asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been established between the brothers. On the other side of the lair, you were sleeping.

"I do not know!" Mikey almost screamed before he remembered that you couldn't wake up, no way "That's why I'm asking!"

“Well… she clearly likes you. We all agree." Donnie concluded. "Yes" Leonardo shook his head. "Yeah ..." Raphael was staring at the brothers. "... And if you break her heart we'll all beat you up."

They all laughed, except Mikey. That was precisely the problem.

"It's not funny ..." The youngest of the brothers said, sitting on the kitchen table chair. Everyone understood that this was a serious situation when Michelangelo rested his head in his hands and again plunged into meditative silence.

He would never forget the day you sat with him on the couch and asked him to ...Chill a little. Never. Not because he was hurt, no ... You had been kind and caring and he had been very happy to know that you felt comfortable opening up to him that way. And if there was one thing he didn't want to be, it was overwhelming. So he did what you asked, he stopped flirting, stopped talking nonstop, stopped with intrusive questions ... And everything seemed perfect!

You were the best friend he could have. You laughed at his jokes, went out with him to tag abandoned cars, you ate pizza on the roof, played pranks on your brothers. Everything was great! You were everything to him and he knew that he felt much more than brotherly love for you. He always knew. But he had made a promise, he had promised that he would no longer crush you with his feelings ...

But things started to escalate. You started sharing intimate secrets, sharing dreams. During movie nights you laid on his shoulder and every day you cooked something new and brought it to him while he was playing video games. One day - that damn day - Raphael teased you and said “My my, what a beautiful couple” and Michelangelo almost had a heart attack when instead of emphatically replying that you weren't a couple or anything like that you just… Smiled and looked away. WHAT? WHAT KIND OF REACTION IS THAT? Mikey still remembered the unbearable heat he felt on his face that day when you just SMILED when you heard someone suggest you were his.

Since then, he only thought about one thing: "How can I reject her?"

The sadness in everyone's eyes was clear.

"Maybe you guys deserve a chance, Mikey." Leo suggested.

"But how?? Tell me, Leonardo, for God's sake, how am I going to make that woman happy? Huh! I have NOTHING to give. Nothing to add, to offer! I… I am literally a sewer monster… It will be a matter of time before she regrets, and how would I move on afterwards? ... "

"Mikey… ” Raphael started to speak, but was interrupted by his brother:

“You know what… You are right. It's time to grow up. This is a stupid dream. And it will never come true… ”

A gentle reminder that English is not my first language so if you see any grotesque grammatical errors, please let me know! <3 Thank you for reading

[severusdefender]

With a Bunch of AUs Combined, I am CAPTAIN PLANET-W8, wrong fandom

(Askbox is too small so I guess it’s time to show my AU spewing username I guess lol 0///0 hi…)

AUs & HCs: NotaMarauder!Remus (Possible Future Snupin) + Jily Didn’t Date-Marry Drunk1NiteStand to make Harry + DiffDads Lily&Petunia + Resurrected FaeLily AU

A Post Idea So Long that it’s almost like a Fic Outline: An AU where Remus was never a Marauder could actually is super interesting, because it has a spiraling implications on canon. Remus, Severus and Lily is like the sweet trifecta of book & magic nerds. Also like, being friends with Remus would drive Sev to research Werewolf remedies and care? Also be Concerned about his friend’s life.

But like, I’m not sure that Lily and Sev would do the exact same thing that the CanonMarauders do (learn to be Animagi and leave the Shrieking Shack w/ Remus even when he’s not supposed to). Maybe Severus trying to make Wolfsbane more accessible/cheaper? Or better yet, both him and Lily approach this like ethical scientists.

But on the other hand as a frequent consumer of Werewolf fiction I don’t really like how traditional and human-centric the version of Werewolves that JKR used in her ‘verse? Like, what is a werewolf like when they’re emotionally stable, feel secure, healthy? Why would they be hostile to humans in general? Why generalized feral hostility? Is it actually ingrained or a result of underlying mishandling of socialization/emotional-social support? Because obviously, Canon!James who turned into a freaking Stag didn’t get eaten so there must be something to the state of Lycanthropy. Is it a possibly segue into being a Skinwalker? Lost or suppressed information?

Would Lupin theoretically be able to keep his mind and not attack his friends or have the choice overall with better, calmer support?

Back to the AU, something that would keep Lily from drifting out of her friendship with Severus could be Remus? I’m remembering that whole, Remus Morality post thing you referenced a while back. And intense loyalty seems like a thing Remus could bring to the table? I’m not sure how else not being a Marauder would affect his personality though. Thoughts?

But since Sirius doesn’t have a Werewolf to Prank Severus with anymore I wonder what would happen then? Would it be more James or Sirius or Peter trying to snoop into where the three go during the full moon nearly every month? How would that spiral? Sev and Lily trying to close ranks around Remus, whom they don’t quite know if Dumbledore is willing to back that horse for too long compared to those with “higher” status like, James & Sirius?

Maybe a part of Sev’s radicalization that drove a spike between his and Remus’ friendship could be Severus trying to court Remus to the Dark Lord’s party? Because they were recruiting both poor and marginalized populations after all, also I *think* Remus is a pureblood technically? I forget. And Remus would’ve gotten so PISSED because he knows that would be condoning/supporting all the bad things people say about Lily, one of his only other very close friends, plus a bunch of other bad things that DEs are doing. 

The friendship split between Lily and Severus would be longer, more protracted and hurtful, not just one big blowup and a final death knell slip of the tongue. But Lily and Remus trying to reel their friend back in on top of all their other baggage (they are destined, by social constructs and WW societal standards, for mediocrity, struggle and poverty after all) and Failing. And that hurts.

And when they all graduate, Lily shortly after joins the Order, or is invited because I guess they want skilled people, and Lily Was Exceptional. But she brings along Remus, who James, Sirius & Peter (and an 4th OC or something if we need to replace, but not really tbh) may distrust him because of the thing that happened when they followed? If James /actually/ changed (that Felix Felicis-enhanced talking thing) though he might be not be shitty about it though, but I can’t really imagine Sirius letting it go what with his terrible maladaptive coping mechanisms and all. Remus might get outed among the Order, maybe, idk. That could sow distrust of him, and why they don’t tell when they shove Lily and James into a cottage with their Bastard child together in hiding.

Then it goes like that from canon, Peter is made Secret Keeper, with Sirius as the obvious decoy keeper. Severus tries to curry favor from his grunt position as a DE and accidentally spells the death knell for his estranged friend Lily, is flipped when he finallyyyy realized he’d done super-fucked up and goes to Dumbledore.

Then James & Lily get attacked by Voldie & DEs, James takes a couple DEs down before dying via AK, Lily had been researching a bunch of dark/new magic things to protect herself and her kid (who she deliberated on and eventually decided to keep). She takes a bunch of DEs down, and gives Voldemort a run for his money, but lets down her guard when Peter shows up because up until this point, despite the bad blood in school, she’s known him as a comrade in the Order.

Peter basically cripples her in a surprise attack, and then Voldemort comes up to gloat, monologue and eventually finish the job. Lily spits in his face while dying.

The underlying new ritual/shield/magic-whatever Lily cooked up while in hiding goes on not quite as planned because it overlaps with Voldemort’s accidental-Horcrux making that basically ghostifies him. But Lily still dies the first time. 

Cue Sirius getting falsely accused and Azkaban’d, Harry going to the Dursleys because supposed Blood Wards (which actually would be fine with just Harry himself and what he considers home I guess, maybe). Remus gets cut out of the picture because of his financial and career instability, also Werewolfism and other dumb prejudice, so he’s out of the loop and isn’t told about Sev being a flipped spy either. 

Cue a few years later, turns out that Lily’s biodad is actually a Fae of some kind that she had minor contact with him through postcards and letters during her life. But eventually, he pitched in on some magical doohickery for the magical design stuff she did while in hiding in Godric’s Hollow. Then everything kicks off again a mostly Amnesiac FaeLily crawls out of her grave and gets a burning treewand branch of a Groot-Arm.

Somehow this culminates FaeLily accidentally getting the band back together and yoinking Harry. Then cue shenanigans and reconciliation and character development/interactions and possibly romantic Snupin and maybe an earned happy ending somewhere because my heart is soft and I’m a total weenie and this post got way longer than I thought it’d be lol. Overall thoughts? Impressions? Anything I missed while stringing these half-baked ideas together? X3

Thanks for reading and responding to so many of my posts. Your takes and posts are always a delight to read! <3333

Part2 of the AU Multi-fecta Thing I Sent Earlier

Some stuff I forgot:

-Tempted to name this Sweet Insane Combo of an AU: 2 Gryffindors and a Slytherin Walk into a Traincar

-Maybe add some shades of the Cons of Cokeworth AU idea (yes I sent that too, I’m literally a neverending fountain of AUs and theories for literally every fandom I get into, it’s a gift). –Lily constantly worries over money (Petunia’s biodad’s the gambler?) and is bitter over the way society is structured, leading her to grow into an excellent, Hard-working Con & Swindler-of-those-that-deserve-it (like how she’s been fleecing James, Sirius, Peter and others for all 7 of her Hogwarts years while trying to maintain good PR without being known as a money grubber or a thief bc Anonymity is Key)

-TBH i feel like she’d just cook up a plan to live with her 2 friends after school because “it’s cheaper” and she figures that they could’ve kept up the Werewolf research stuff easier by being housemates, but hilariously and sadly forgetting to tell said 2 friends about her plans before starting to work her ass off to scrape up as much money as possible. –“We all know Rems would guilt himself into living like a fucking hobo, and Cokeworth is a place where dreams go to die, so of course we’re getting a fucking house.”

-Yanno, then the AU-version of the Friendship split and Voldemort faction gains even more traction with the 1st WW Civil War going on.

-Trawling through the wiki again, Remus’ parents basically isolated him a pretty unhealthy amount I feel (like they probably thought they were doing the right thing at the time, which solved an immediate problem, but ends up compounding into a long-term host of issues)? Which I don’t think did Lupin’s socialization and emotional stabilitygrowth sloshing down into his Werewolf form any favors perhaps?

-So basically Remus refused to move back in with his dad (because he didn’t want to burden his dad I guess), despite him being alive, so Remus living in poverty-plus probably in and out of homelessess as well as the medical and security complications of being a werewolf without access to necessary resources? Also okay I forgot that Remus was a Halfblood too, whoops

-There’s an Irony in that Severus is the most human (species-wise) between the 3 AU Friends, what with Werewolf!Remus and Post-Resurrection Fae!Lily

-There’d be a whole mystery as to the intentions of Lily’s mysterious Fae Parent father(?), which may or may not be good intentions, they just don’t really know atm

…Okay I think that��s it… Whew, thoughts?

X'3

Nice to finally meet you @markala5 

ok wow this is a lot. first of all i love it and it feels whole so i don’t know what i can say. it’s the found family trope subverted a little because things fall apart but they get back together when lily is resurrected. and voldemort and his death eaters get to be the big bad. plus dumbledore as the leader of the order who is starting to realise that harry needs to end voldemort and his horcruxes but lily can’t imagine letting her child do that because she’s grown to love him after forgetting him so instead of the golden trio, it’s lily, severus and remus finding the horcruxes but harry needs to die and the three of them are frantically researching a solution but it needs to happen. they send him off in a manner similar to canon except they’re alive and later they see harry’s body and he’s so small and it’s so heartbreaking until he runs from the death eaters. 

this au has so much potential