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kominigiru · 4 months ago

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im gonna start dumping my one-shots here from now on just bc. also posted on ao3!

satoru's guide to wedding day blunders

contains: female reader, fluff, crack, gojo being a menace, reader and toge are siblings, shoko and nanami being so done with satoru's shenanigans part 1 - part 2 (both in ao3)

Gojo Satoru is late to his own wedding.

You stand at the altar, fingers clenched around your bouquet, doing everything you can to keep from grinding your teeth. Shoko, standing to your right as your maid of honor, is shooting you sympathetic looks, while Nanami on the left looks like he's one deep sigh away from physically dragging Satoru here himself.

Your family sits in the front row, their faces showing various degrees of irritation, disappointment, and—worst of all—pity. They're whispering among themselves, making no effort to hide the glances they cast toward you, or the fact that they're annoyed on your behalf.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to block out the noise. When you open them again, your mother is already halfway up the aisle, moving toward you with a determined look in her eyes.

"Sweetheart," she says, barely acknowledging Shoko and Nanami. "It's been over an hour. I think it's time to accept that maybe this wedding… isn't happening."

You stiffen, fingers going numb around your bouquet. Cancel?

Nanami sighs heavily, crossing his arms. "She has a point. Gojo's behavior today is completely unacceptable. It reflects poorly on him, and worse, on you. We can reschedule."

Shoko snorts in agreement. "Yeah, even I'm tired of waiting, and I'm not the one at the altar. Typical Satoru."

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't speak often—as your Cursed Speech makes casual conversation risky—but the urge to say something now presses hard against your chest. Before you can figure out how to respond, you feel a tug on your gown.

You glance down to see your younger brother, Toge, standing at your side, his tiny arms wrapping around your waist in a comforting hug.

"Aniki's late," Toge mutters, his voice barely audible.

The way he says it tugs at your heartstrings. Even your usually patient brother is starting to lose hope.

Suddenly, with perfect, almost theatrical timing, the heavy church doors burst open, slamming against the walls with a deafening thud. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is.

"Sorry I'm late!" Satoru's voice rings out, loud and unapologetic, echoing through the silent church.

You finally turn, and there he is, Gojo Satoru, standing in the doorway like he's just walked in from some casual errand and not his own wedding. His hair is tousled, his sunglasses perched on top of his head, and he's grinning like this is all some kind of joke.

Satoru saunters down the aisle, waving casually at the guests. "Miss me?"

Your family collectively groans, and you can feel Nanami's simmering rage without even looking at him. Shoko rolls her eyes dramatically, muttering something about "classic Gojo" under her breath. You, however, stay rooted in place, fingers tightening their grip on your bouquet.

Satoru reaches the altar, looking perfectly at ease, as though he hasn't just kept an entire wedding party waiting for over an hour. He slides up next to you, his grin widening when he sees the expression on your face.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says softly, leaning in just enough for only you to hear. "Sorry about that. Had to deal with a curse situation. You know how it is. Life of a sorcerer and all that."

You stare at him, your mouth a tight line.

You've gotten used to Satoru's antics over the years, but even for him, this is too much. Still, speaking directly, even to scold him, could have unintended consequences thanks to your cursed technique, so instead, you breathe deeply through your nose and give him a pointed glare.

"Ah… right," Satoru says, catching on. "You’re upset. Understandable."

Nanami, who's been silent up until now, finally speaks up, his voice thick with irritation. "You're lucky we haven't already canceled the ceremony."

Shoko nods. "An hour late, Satoru? Even for you, that's ridiculous."

Satoru throws up his hands in mock defense. "Okay, okay, I know! But hey, at least I showed up, right? That's what matters."

You can feel the tension radiating from the entire room, but before you can think of how to express your feelings in a way that doesn’t result in your cursed speech accidentally knocking everyone unconscious, you feel a tug at your dress again.

You glance down, and Toge is looking up at you with wide, concerned eyes. "Tuna mayo," he says softly, which is his way of saying, Are you okay?

You crouch down slightly, giving Toge a reassuring smile and patting his head. It's a small moment, but it helps ground you. You straighten up, turning back to Satoru, who's watching the interaction with a sheepish grin.

"Look," he starts, "I know I messed up. Big time. But hey," he adds, flashing a grin, "You know you love me anyway, right?"

You stare at him for a long moment, taking in his disheveled appearance, his unshakable confidence, and his infuriating grin. Despite everything, despite the frustration, the embarrassment, and the whispers from your family, you can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twitch upward.

Maybe it’s because this is so typically Satoru—unpredictable, chaotic, and yet, somehow, charming in his own way.

You take a deep breath and raise your hand to his chest, pressing two fingers lightly against him. It's a gesture you often use when you can't speak, one that means I forgive you, but don't do it again.

Satoru's grin softens, and he takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "I promise," he says, and for once, there's no teasing in his tone. "I won't mess up again. Well, not today, at least."

Nanami clears his throat. "We'll see about that."

Shoko shrugs. "Honestly, I'm just impressed you got here at all."

Toge, ever the voice of simplicity, tugs on Satoru's sleeve and mutters, "Okaka."

Satoru gasps dramatically. "Betrayed by a child! I thought we were family, Toge!"

Toge just crosses his arms, unimpressed, as you all share a quiet laugh at Satoru's expense.

Satoru turns back to you, his grin back in full force. "So, what do you say we make this official, huh?"

You glance at the altar, the officiant who's been waiting patiently, and then back at Satoru. Slowly, you nod.

Satoru's face lights up, and with a flourish, he turns to the officiant. "Alright! Let's get married before anything else decides to go wrong!"

As the ceremony finally begins, you can't help but feel a mix of exasperation and fondness swelling in your chest. Life with Satoru will never be predictable, but as you look at him now, standing beside you, you know one thing for certain: it will always be interesting.

And in his own chaotic way, you know that Satoru loves you—enough to show up late to your wedding but still make you smile in the end.

You squeeze his hand once more and and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead and whisper, "I love you, too."

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Later that night, after the wedding reception winds down and everyone heads home, you and Satoru return to your shared house. You're still wearing your wedding dress, and he's got his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, looking as carefree as ever. He's been trying to sweet-talk you the whole way back, as if he hadn’t shown up an hour late to your own wedding.

"Come on, sweetheart, it wasn't that bad." He grins, nudging you with his elbow. "Everyone had a good laugh, right?"

You give him a sidelong glance, your silence speaking volumes.

"Okay, okay, maybe I pushed it a little. But hey, I made it in the end, didn't I? That's what counts!" He flashes his signature smile, the one that usually gets him out of trouble.

You pause at the front door, turning to look at him. For a moment, he thinks he's won you over. You're smiling, after all. But then, without a word, you toss him a single pillow.

Satoru catches it with a confused look. "Uh…what's this?"

You gesture to the pillow and point to the roof.

His smile falters. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You're not serious, right?" His laugh is nervous now. "You forgave me at the altar! We're good! We're married now!"

You shrug and head inside, but before he can follow, you turn around, blocking the doorway with your body. His eyes widen in panic.

"Come on! I can't sleep on the roof on our wedding night! People will talk! Nanami will find out and he will never let me live it down!"

Your only response is a raised eyebrow, and you slowly, deliberately, start to close the door.

Satoru jams his foot in the door with a dramatic gasp. "But I thought you loved me!"

You don't need cursed speech for this one. You give him a sweet, innocent smile—the kind of smile that would normally melt him on the spot. But tonight, it just spells doom for him. He knows that smile. It's the smile that means, "I do love you, but you're not getting away with this."

He groans. "Seriously? After all the curses I've fought, this is how I go down?" He leans his head dramatically against the doorframe, clutching his pillow like a lifeline. "Sleeping on the roof like a stray cat? Come on, babe, be reasonable!"

You sigh, your patience wearing thin. He's still whining.

With a subtle tap into your cursed technique, you say the words that you've been holding back all night. "Sleep on the roof tonight."

The power of your cursed speech echoes through the air, and Satoru visibly flinches. His body moves on its own, turning toward the roof like a puppet on strings.

"W-wait! No! I take it back! I take it back! You don't have to use that—"

But it's too late. His legs betray him, carrying him toward the roof with a dramatic flair, like he's being pulled by some invisible force. You watch as he scrambles helplessly, pillow tucked under one arm as he clambers up to his new "bed" for the night.

From the roof, you hear him groan, his voice tinged with betrayal. "But I'm your husband now! Doesn't that mean anything?!"

You close the door, letting out a small chuckle. Behind it, you hear him muttering to himself in frustration.

"Of all the things to use your cursed speech for..." he grumbles. "Could've just told me you were mad! But noooo, had to make me sleep outside on the night of my own wedding!"

You hear some shuffling from the roof, and then: "At least give me a blanket! It's cold up here!"

You open a window just wide enough to toss him a thin, scratchy blanket, watching it float up to where he's perched.

"Thanks," he mutters sarcastically. "This’ll totally keep me warm."

There's silence for a few moments before his voice drifts down again.

"I'm sorryyyyy!" he yells, his voice carrying through the night air. "I'll never be late again, I swear! I'll be early to everything! Our anniversaries, your birthday, breakfast—you name it! I'll never mess up again!"

You shake your head, smirking to yourself, knowing full well that's a promise he'll break within the month. But for tonight, the roof will teach him a lesson.

From the roof, you hear a long, pitiful sigh. "I thought married life would be more… cozy. Not like… this."

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of grumbling, he goes quiet, probably giving in to the reality of his situation. The stars twinkle overhead, and for a moment, all is peaceful.

Until—

"I bet Nanami's gonna find out and give me that look tomorrow." His voice suddenly perks up again, this time with a hint of dread. "You know the one. The 'I told you so' look. Ugh, I hate that look…"

You roll your eyes, closing the window fully this time, knowing that his whining will eventually tire him out. But still, you can't help but smile.

You know he'll be back to his usual antics by tomorrow, but for now, he can enjoy the roof.

As you settle into bed, you can faintly hear Satoru one last time from outside.

"You'll miss me eventually! No one can resist my charm!"

You smile into your pillow. Not tonight, Satoru. Not tonight.

#gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #series: there is no other love it's only yours #this is the 3rd installment for the series #part 1 and 2 of the series are on ao3!

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kunigamikingdom · 2 months ago

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angst with toji x reader…… featuring baby megumi.

Toji was a stubborn man. Which was why it was always SO difficult when you got into an argument with him. He would always cut you off mid-statement to make a point that barely matched, or call you dramatic once you started crying about the fact he yelled at you. He was mad. You barely remembered what exactly the two of you were fighting about, but you didn’t care. You just knew he was absolutely pissed, you were upset, Megumi was distracted by TV across the house..

“You know what?! Im done. I’m fucking done toji. Your not even listening to me right now so i’m not even gonna try. Don’t call me, don’t text me, you can throw away the clothes I have here, and tell Megumi i’m not coming home.”

You didn’t even let him comment on it before you grabbed a small purse you had brung over and left, by the time he realized what you were doing and chased after you, you were already driving down the road.

He angrily slammed his head back against the wall, sliding all the way down. The anger was fading off into sadness now. He really did not want you to leave. Just the thought of you not coming home to him, was making him feel like crap. He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to go back to his cold, empty, lonely apartment. He didn’t want to not see you anymore. He felt hopeless.

“damn it…”

He quietly whispered to himself, trying to get a hold of his emotions.

Megumi waddled into his room, staring up at his dad with those big green eyes. He would have to break the news that his ‘mommy’ (which he would call you) wasn’t coming home..

He felt like kicking himself because he couldn’t control his damn temper and he had to be so damn harsh to you. He should’ve just stopped arguing with you and not called you sensitive, dramatic, and everything under the sun... He should’ve just listened to you instead of talking down to you. He felt guilty and it’s was eating him up inside. He was trying to hold himself together so he wouldn’t break down in front of his son.

Megumi waddled closer to his dad, reaching up to tug on his shirt. He couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he looked down at Megumi, his heart clenching when he saw the little boy look up at him innocently. He knew he was going to have to tell him that you weren’t going to be around anymore. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down at his son.

“Hey kid.”

He didn’t know how to say it without making the boy upset. He wanted to be gentle with him. Megumi could tell something was wrong just by the way his dad looked. He’d never seen his dad look so upset before. He was confused and he tugged on his dad’s shirt again, looking up at him with big eyes.

”..Where’s mama?”

That question was like knife through his heart. He took a shaky breath as he picked up his son into his lap. He hated that he had to do this. He hated having to tell his son that his mom wasn’t coming around anymore.

*”..Mama isn’t coming back, buddy..”*

He spoke, trying to steady his voice. He didn’t want to cry in front of his son. Megumi’s little face scrunched up in confusion. He really didn’t understand. He didn’t know why his dads girlfriend wasn’t coming back. He was sad and confused and he didn’t like it.

“Why?!”

He whined, now starting to look upset. He felt even more like crap now that his son was starting to get upset. He was already on the verge of crying himself as his own eyes got watery, his chest tightening in guilt. He had to be strong for his son.

”..She’s not coming back because daddy was mean to her.”

He admitted, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. Seeing his son like this hurt him. He really did not want to have this conversation with his son.

Megumi’s eyes started to fill with tears and he started to cry. He didn’t understand. He didn’t like that his dad was mean to his mom. He didn’t like that she wasn’t coming back. It was upsetting.

“Make her come back, daddy! I want mama!“

He wailed through his sobs. He felt his heart break hearing his son cry like this. It was like a dagger to the chest. He held Megumi closer, starting to cry himself. His hand gently rubbing his back to soothe him, he tried to force his voice to speak, but he was so choked up, it just came out in broken sobs.

“I can’t..it’s just gonna be me and you now.”

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#jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk angst #toji angst

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hearts4kaulitz · 2 years ago

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Hello! Can I request Tom x reader where they had a fight that made reader cry and Tom felt really bad and tried to make up for her? They are already dating:) Take your time and don't forget to stay hydrated 😊

SPARKS .

tom x gn! reader

YOU AND TOM HAD GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT, you were all at a meet and greet and as some girls were taking pictures with tom one of them had attempted to kiss him.

security had pulled her away before she could actually but it most obviously had made you jealous.

it was the way he didnt even seem upset, he didnt seem angry, disgusted or anything! he seemed amused at most.

once you got back to the hotel the band was staying at you completely ignored tom, walking right past him as he tried to make some conversation with you.

he looked at you with confusion as be walked away from him in frustration and quickly sitting down on the bed, rubbing your eyes.

“whats wrong?” tom asked, walking towards you with a frown.

“nothing, im fine..” you grumbled in annoyance, smudging your mascara and makeup before pulling at your hair to keep you from nearly going insane.

“no your not. “ he said, sitting down next to you and trying to read whatever expression you had.

“im..fine tom.” you muttered, tugging at your hair harder before feeling some of it fall into your hands lifelessly.

“tell me whats wrong.” he demanded, scooting closer to you and attempting to put his hand on your thigh but you flinched away.

“well i dont know what about you tell me smartass.” you stood up, clenching your fist’s trying your hardest not to raise your voice at him.

“hey, whatd the hell i do?” he retorted with a offended look on his face.

“let me think, maybe let a girl kiss you right infront of my eyes!” you argued, an annoyed smile on your face as you took a step forwards.

“she didnt even kiss me!”

“but she almost did and guess what, you did nothing about it!” you raised your voice, not caring who heard you. you knew you wernt the one in the wrong, tom was and he needed to be told off about it.

“thats cause i knew the security would take her away before she could!” he reasoned the best he could, trying his best to make himself not seem guilty.

“oh did you? or are you just trying to fucking excuse your actions like you always do you godamn dickwad!” you yelled, throwing your hands up dramatically as your face began to feel redder by the second. anger coursing though your veins.

“well im sorry! what else do you want?” he yelped and sat up from the couch, meeting your height.

“to stop letting other girls get all over you cause half the time i dont even feel like your girlfriend, i feel like a friend godamnit!” hot tears began to fall down your face as you quickly wiped them away, sniffling a bit and trying to keep your composure.

toms gaze softened at your words, his mouth slightly gaped and he realized he was in the wrong. he realized you were right.

he should’ve never let the girl try and kiss him, he should’ve avoided it and now he realized that.

he didn’t realize if he kept up the way he acted around other girls and letting them do what they wanted to him you wouldn’t be with him anymore.

he loved you so much and never wanted to loose you and he just registered that, without you he’d be alone.

you were always there for him so why couldnt he return it?

as he stood there in shock you sped past him, leaving your shared room and running out to the living room praying no one was in there.

to your avail no one was, you guessed they either had gone out or theyd all retreated to their rooms after hearing the argument.

containing your wails as you pressed your back against the wall, slowly sliding down it and you desperately clamped at your mouth.

you hadn’t noticed tom peaking from the door with a guilty expression. he had completely fucked up.

YOU SAT UP FROM THE WALL YOU LAID AGAINST, it had been a good twenty five minutes of you quietly weeping.

slowly walking towards the room you and tom shared, scared of what youd find. maybe he was going to break up with you?

whatd if he had done something to himself? what if he had already moved on to another girl?

but as you reached for the handle, it swung open making you flinch a bit.

“oh shit— sorry…” tom whispered as he quickly stepped back and looked at you concerned.

“are you gonna break up with me?” you asked with worry with a red tear stained face.

“of course not… i was coming out to apologize..” he frowned, taking note of your state and feeling even more wrong for his actions.

you brushed some of your tears away as he quickly hugged you, holding you tight as he tried his best not to become emotional.

“im so— so sorry. i should’ve never let her do that and i wont let anyone do anything like that again.” he whispered with sincerity, shaking his head and holding you close.

“i forgive you…” you muttered, melting into his embrace and closing your eyes, letting you rest for a bit.

tom kissed the back of your neck and slid his hands down to your hips, making you giggle a bit.

“you tease.”

#kaulitz twins #x reader #ao3 #ynstories #hearts4kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tom x reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel

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synthleeius · 11 months ago

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@kusuguricafe im not sure if you wanted to be tagged!! sorry if you didnt 🫶🫶

a loud click filled the room, lyney clearing his throat before continuing. "Now, just stay still, and i guarantee i can unlock these handcuffs without the key! do you trust me, aether?"

"right now? debatable," aether muttered, "but go on."

"how cruel.." lyney sighed dramatically. "i'll just have to prove you wrong. in three, two.. one!"

aether didnt truely know what to expect, but it was anything else but the feeling of fingertips scribbling up his skin.

"maybe if you'd stop squirming, i'd be able to finish the trick. ever think of that, dear traveller?"

"shuhut uhup! lyney, ihi'm serious!" aether shrieked, giggling madly as he leaned his head against the wall. "tahake them off!"

"well thats the trick, isnt it?" Lyney asked rhetorically, a smug smirk shown off on his face as his nails ran up the other's ribs lightly. "it's just handcuffs, nothings stopping you from walking away."

"yohou! yohou are!" the traveler exclaimed between laughs, holding himself up from sliding down the said wall. "thihis is supposed toho be practice!"

"who says I'm not practicing?" the magician tilted his head, "keeping you upright is hard work, you know."

"yohou're insufferable!" he blurted out, "ihi'm never helping yohou again!"

"oh..? well then, maybe you need a little convincing."

#lee!aether #ler!lyney #ler lyney #lee aether #answered #kusuguricafe #requests #syns stuff

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nrdmssgs · 1 year ago

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Darker matters (part 5)

Masterlist Previous part Next part

Angst Pairing: Nikolai x Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova Summary: The fall of Chimeras commander Warnings: Non-graphical description of an act of rape of a person below 18 y.o. (this may be triggering, I'm dividing this part with red lines for your wellbeing), swearing.

Author's note: Krueger does nothing wrong! It is not his fault, Zhar misreads him. I would never make him do anything this ugly. He cant stand treason and has every right to question Zhars choices. I didn't add the saddest part just to make things more dramatic. I needed to talk about the reasons behind Olgas constant state of fear and helplessness. I promise, the next part will be more safe and happy. Thanks: My very important people: @siilvan, @homicidal-slvt, @sofasoap and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot. And a very special thanks to @pale-elysium for the help with language and endless support.

Blue horizon and a darkening gray wall of blizzard, slowly but inevitably descending on her. She looks the man in a mask deep in the eyes and sees a power of nature, she fled from back in Norilsk. Now that Zhar thinks of it - that mission seems to have happened so long ago - she might as well call it ‘in a previous life’.

This man's eyes are nothing but cold wind and ice, hatred and hunger.

Olga didn't say a word, since he opened the passenger's door and motioned her to sit down. And this seems to annoy him more with every next moment of silence.

“You either start talking, or prepare to be thrown out.” Hoarse voice muffled by several layers of cloth and plastic, thick slavic accent.

“Spent much time looking for me?” She does her best to sound calm and collected. If this is the end of her - she at least won't make it pleasant for this man.

“Ne obol`shchaysya. Ty ele polzla.*” Zhar understands, it was not an accidental switch to Russian - he shows her, how much he knows about her. All this while she has no idea, who is she talking to.

“Nu i kak tebya zovut?*” Unable to stare into his cold eyes any longer, Olga looks down at his uniform. She is surprised to notice that he is wearing a flight suit. If it wasn't for her personal experience, she wouldn't know, this is a very unconventional choice of gear, until one needs a constant soft layer right on their skin to compensate the extensive pressure of hard shells.

“Nikak.*”

“Nikak…” Zhar pauses and clicks her tongue. “Oni posylayut za mnoi cheloveka, u kotorogo dazhe imeni net…*”

With one swift, almost untraceable motion he takes out a knife and, swinging it in a wide arc, stops it right at her neck - where the nervous tremor of her pulse is visible on the skin. “What stops us from killing you right now, mraz`*?”

Now that is a right question, that Olga asks herself as well.

“A few weeks ago you killed my informer on my eyes.” Cold steel presses firmer against her skin. “Then you did it again with another one… and again. You could have waited for a little and offed me in that very first car, you've burnt. Yet here I am, and I doubt, It's because Im so skilled or lucky. They need me alive. You have an order to teach me a lesson - not get rid of me.”

When she goes silent, the blade slides up her neck, slightly scrapping soft skin of her jawline and stops right under her septum.

“Why don't I leave a lesson right on this face? I could, after all, make you wish, I was allowed to kill you. Could make that guy, Nikolai, devastated…” Somehow he sounds calmer now, as if he found a solution to his dilemma and now works on the smallest details in his head.

Olga closes her eyes and sighs. There is this one idea: risky, on a verge of madness. But there is only one way to test it.

“Right inner pocket of my jacket. Keys.” The man follows her instructions and pulls out a key ring with a few keys and examines them, not moving the blade away from her face.

“House keys, not older than five years. Either someone recently replaced the doors or-”

“I bought that flat a few years ago. Still paying the mortgage.”

The man chuckles, “Are you offering me to rob you? Bring Nikolai some trinket of yours? You really thought, I could settle on that, idiotka*?”

“No.” She finaly opens her eyes. “This place is my home. Nikolai was there, he knows it well enough. You want to scare him? Burn that place to the ground. Show him, I have nothing left - ashes behind and ahead. I'll give you the address and make sure, nobody from my former colleagues finds out.”

He scans her face for a long time, searching for any trace of a trick or a lie. But as he slowly softens his grip on the knife - Zhar turns her face back to him, and he sees nothing but eternal weariness and terror. These are not the eyes of a soldier - these are the eyes of a prey, a deer in his headlights. So he asks one last question.

“Why help me?”

“I'm buying time. I need this meeting, this informer.” She wants to add ‘please’, but that would be the fatal mistake, so Olga bites her tongue and looks back at the snowstorm, raging in his eyes. “Out of my car. Now.”

***

“Let me check, if I got it clear.” Yegor scratches nose bridge, frowning. “You've finally got, where this Said-?”

“Sedmi. Like ‘the seventh one’ in Serbian.” Zhars eyes roam across Nikolai's office over the heads of Chimeras gatheredthere.

“Ok, you've got Sedmis location. And that is where they are keeping Nikolai. But instead of going there asap, extracting our leader and blowing the place up… We are to split and spend next week cleaning out random locations around the globe and taking pictures?” Yegor was usually the silent type, he was ok with many questionable operations of the Chimera. So the fact, that even he started asking the questions showed, how confused the whole group now was.

“You got it right.” Zhar still looks anywhere, but at them. “Tomorrow morning, each of you will receive coordinates. You go there, you clean the place, except for three people, I mentioned, you do your magic and bring me the proof of your deed done. And I-”

“And you off us one by one, while we are divided? Isn't that what Sedmi instructed you to do? Why don't you tell us our target locations right now, so there are no secrets, Lieutenant?” Krueger cuts her off, slamming his fists against the desk.

“I can't give you the coordinates, because I will never see them myself. It's safer so, since Sedmi is tracking me constantly. Whatever info I personally gather - he may find out. So the locations will come from intel department of Chimera - not from me.” Olga ran her fingers along the edge of the table, erasing a layer of dust.

“Commander, I don't understand. Taking over their base is a hard battle, but not an impossible task. Why wait, when every day can become the last for Nikolai?” Iskra tries to keep calm, but her voice gives out her annoyance. Everyone in Chimera are on the verge, and she is not an exception.

“Because a battle is exactly what Sedmi and others are preparing for on their base. And I'm declaring a war, soldiers! Now get up, go somewhere, where you can breathe, think about the difference, and make a decision, if you are ready to be a part of it, because after tomorrow there will be no way back.” Zhar stands up and turns away from others, letting them feel, that the meeting is truly over. She hears them sighing heavily and leaving the office one by one, all while she stares at some old aviation schemes, that Nikolai patched to the wall.

She doesn't move, when the door finally closes. A quiet, almost inaudible noise - someone's soft footsteps, doesn't escape her, despite a myriad of thoughts fighting in her head.

“Have any questions left, Krueger?”

“Only one: how do you like our commander's chair? Nice and cozy for your traitor ass, Hure*?” His voice resembles a low growl, a thunder, striking right above her.

Zhar is about to turn back to him and answer, but he gabs her by the back of her head and slams her face against the wall. The world around her fades for a brief moment and white-hot sparks are flying her in the eyes. She doesn't fight back, when Krueger takes her both hands in an iron grip behind her back, doesn't protect herself even when the wall under her skin becomes unnaturally warm and slippy. Sharp pain creeps from Zhars face to the back of the head and neck. The man is hissing his insults right in her ears, but everything, she can think about now is that she already was so helpless once…

“Doing it wrong, Sebastian.”

“What did you say?” He keeps pushing her into a wall, making it hard not even to answer, but to breathe in the first place.

Zhar feels a metallic taste spreading across her tongue. She doesn't even think straight, when her mouth formulates an answer. “Doing it wrong. Want to humiliate a woman, use her - you'll need to immobilize her legs, not her upper body. Using your weight to pin her against the wall will do the trick for head and shoulders, but if you want her to stay - you hold her thighs and press one leg behind her knee… Poor thing will never escape that.”

He lets go and almost jumps away in disgust. “Hast du den Arsch offen?! Du bist doch nicht ganz dicht! Was denkst du von mir?! Ich bin doch nicht pervers! Hat man dir ins Hirn geschissen?!*”

As he rushes out of Nikolai's office, leaving Olga alone, she slowly slides down the wall and ends up curled on a floor.

She knows, it's embarrassing to stay like that, when any soldier can enter this room anytime, she understands, she must be better than this. A hopefully temporal leader of a private military company, an ex-141, a Lieutenant, got recognized by no lesser than John Price… One moment she is ready to declare a war to a criminal syndicate, but then she is on the verge of tears, because her subordinate wasn't happy with her decisions. Embarrassing. Pathetic. Helpless.

The word ‘helpless’ keeps reappearing in her mind from the very first day, when she lost Nikolai. She kept pushing it away, but now, laying on the deepest bottom, she grips this word, this feeling, and searches, what triggered it a long time ago.

She felt like this before. Many years ago, in a previous life, when she still lived in Russia. Olga was still a teenager. A happy child, a spark of light despite having lost her mom and brother to street riots and the FSB suppressing them. She still had her dad, her friends, classmates, uncle Shura - not a real uncle, just an old friend of their family. As long as Olga remembered herself - he was always around: on every celebration, on family gatherings, even on her moms funerals. He helped her so much, was always there for her, always knew, how to make her laugh, told her heartwarming stories from his and her father's youth, had this giant for that time library in his flat. It was only natural, that she spent much time in his place after school, before her father came back home from work. Uncle Shura was always the safe person for Olga and her family. A friend.

Maybe that's why her brain just shot down, when it happened. The evening was so trivial - she did homework, sitting in his library, he was reading a newspaper, or maybe just listening to the radio. They were lazily chatting, laughing, Olga asked him something, and he pointed to a book on a far shelf in the corner.

When he pressed her against the shelves - she thought, it was some prank. And then her mind went blank.

She should have fought back, she should have not let him do it. Unkle Shura wasn't a big guy, nor was he fit or sporty. She could have escaped. Olga did nothing. Her body froze, every muscle clenched in a desperate attempt to become smaller, to hide. She only heard her own laughter and a phrase ‘this is so foolish, so silly’ being repeated on and on. She laughed and didn't move a finger.

Not until he stopped, helped her readjust her clothes and asked if she's ok.

Olga never told anyone. Not even to her dad, not even after so many years. This episode was buried too deep to bring it to the surface. But it never left her, not even now, when she admitted to herself, it really happened, and never was ‘just a nightmare’.

Slowly raising on her knees, she reaches Nikolais desk drawer. Zhar hates her body and her mind for keeping failing her. She needs to stop this flow of memories right now. Olga needs a human voice to keep her from giving up.

The screen of a burner phone turned on and an empty number entry field appeared before Olga’s eyes. Mentally going through who she could call, she brushed aside one name after another.

Price is forbidden - he will understand that something is wrong and will rush to help his best friend, and this could cost Nikolai his life. Johnny's a nice guy, but he'll instantly tell everyone she called. Laswell... No, too risky. Kyle is too precious to drag him to this dirt. Ri- no, she's off limits.

Zhar cursed under her breath: never before she was so desperate to hear anyone's voice and felt so alone. There was nobody around, no one, she could call. Her finger pressed one digit mechanically, then another one. She didn't even look on the screen anymore.

“Darker matters, you said? Should have listened to you sooner, Lt.” She mutters to herself, pressing the last digit and bringing phone to her ear.

In a deafening silence, a sound of a first beep seems too loud. But as the beeping continues, Zhar grows accustomed to it. She flinches, when she hears a familiar voice. It takes her a few seconds to muster a greeting.

“Its Olga. Can we talk for a minute?”

Ne obol`shchaysya. Ty ele polzla. - Don't flatter yourself, you barely crawled.

Nu i kak tebya zovut? - So how do they call you?

Nikak. - No name

Oni posylayut za mnoi cheloveka, u kotorogo dazhe imeni net… - They send a man after me, and he doesn't even has a name...

mraz` - scum

idiotka - idiot

Hure - bitch

Hast du den Arsch offen?! Du bist doch nicht ganz dicht! Was denkst du von mir?! Ich bin doch nicht pervers! Hat man dir ins Hirn geschissen?! - You lost your mind? You are nuts! What do you think of me?! I'm not some pervert! Are you completely brain fucked?!

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bagelwithcreamcheeseandham · 11 days ago

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Slight uptick in fainting occurrences recently. I haven't been keeping track of them at all, I think I'll start doing that again.

I'm still confused if what I experience is actual loss of consciousness or partial or pre syncope??

So like just now I stood up, I think I stretched? And then I started to lose vision, and leaned back against the wall. I remember i was trying not to completely drop and make a loud bang, so I was leaning back into the wall but my body was starting to "shut down", and I couldn't see and couldn't really think? So I think I was just sliding down the wall for what felt like a long time lol. My legs ended up in sort of an uncomfortable position, but I couldn't really feel or think about anything cause I was like, gone idk?

And that's why I'm so confused because if I was aware enough to at least try not to make a loud bang, I wasn't fully unconscious then right? But for a second or two I couldn't think or feel and was completely unaware of anything like if I was sleeping, it definitely felt like I was fully unconscious? As opposed to other times when my body goes, but I can still think a little bit, like "eww my lip is touching the floor" lol.

Idk. I saw a tiktok where someone had something happening kindof similar to me, and they told their doctor and their doc was like, "Well if you can think while you "fainted" then you didnt faint. Sometimes anxiety can make us be a little dramatic :)" And im so afraid of being written off like that.

But if they dont write me off and acrually send me to get tested for pots (i think i probably have pots)... I'm also terrified of taking the tilt table test 😭. People that say they don't even pass out regularly will pass out during the table test and talk about how awful it feels during and after, and if I actually DO pass out semi regularly how awful am I gonna feel on that test aauughhhh

#pots #chronically ill #chronic illness

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pandorainmymind · 2 years ago

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😈😈😈😈 i love making myself cryyyy

and then i got an alternative part to that fic and then i have a smut fic coming as well LMAOO

i feel so productive idk why man

I MISS TALKING TO U BB :(((((( literally crying on the floor and sliding down the wall dramatically. ALSO!! are you going to do anything for easter sunday? im going to the aquarium w my family and friends!

AHH AHHH AHHH AHH AHHHHH IM SCREAMING!.!.!!. I cant WAIT!!! jdhdchdhdner i’m so excited!!! wkdjcudjeje it’s going to be so so good iehdudheje EEHEHE ( be sure to tag me in all your stuff!!! including hp ehehehehhe i’m thinking of writing for the harry potter universe eehhehe !!)

that’s so great!! i love feeling productive! 🫶🏻

EHEHEHE YOURE SO CUTE. i miss talking to you too love ugh ! HEHEHE!! 💓 oh my gosh!! the aquarium?..! that’s so awesomeahhhhh!!! i hope you have so much fun!! (were just doing a family dinner/lunch right now… i’m exhausted HAHA)

#areislol #𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐬 🫶🏻#inbox 💌#my lovely moots ˙⊹⋆#my precious wife💍

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letmeoutofthebasementt · 6 months ago

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After seeing San pool pics, can you do a reading how his fs would feel knowing that her bf have bigger tits than her?

Ok, that was a very lame joke I’m sorry💀

HELP?

Im cackling right now

It’s even funnier because I pulled a card and it’s just pure theatrics 😭

Like I’m talking dramatically clutching your chest sliding down walls fake crying but not able to actually fake cry so there’s just no tears

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oletherois · 5 years ago

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anakin s.kywalker, but he is acting out and singing scream from hsm3 in the jedi temple, thank you.

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atrirose · 3 years ago

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🦢 ° — CALLING ENHYPEN PRETTY BOY

˖ ft. enha members | g. fluff ˖ warning. f!reader , none | theme. sfw , headcanon | TIKTOK SERIES

# . — HEESEUNG : "what? repeat what you said" did not believe his ear, did you really call him that "I said can you pass me the remote pretty boy" shook, speechless, will cry any minute, you took mental note to call him pretty boy everytime you talk to him, its a must, he needs to hear it more, he deserves it. no one should make him feel otherwise, protect this boi :(.

# . — JAY : "what are you doing my pretty boy" not surprised, barely had any reactions but his inner self is screaming, jumping, rolling, silding down the wall, "nothing much just working on this song, about you" now its your time to get excited but yours is visible, you shake him asking more about the song "wait what really jay, tell me more about it-" — "its pretty boy" he pulls you on his lap as he shows you his notepad "it really got to your head didn't it?" you said "your fault" .

# . — JAKE : "hi pretty boy" that was a mistake in a sense, firstly he choked on the ramen he was eating and secondly you think he is not breathing, just looking at you with big eyes "wow jake you are so dramatic" walks towards you as he sits himself down and rubs his cheeks on yours "yeah maybe! but that just made me happiest man for the next 10 no 100 years" he is quite vocal about it and it made you embarrassed "call me that infront of the members okay?" he smiled as you buried your face in his chest "its embarrassing" squeezes you in a tight hug "no its not hehe, im sure they will be jealous"

# . — SUNGHOON : "YN ! HOW DO I LOOK?" he was excited it was your 1st anniversary and he did his best to do his hair and put on his best clothes "you always look good, pretty boy" he brushed his hands across the table to find the perfume he bought "yeah and- wait what? what did say?" looks at you with a serious face "you look good, my pretty boy?" you almost thought you offended him until you saw him blushing and hiding his face "yn im already madly in love with you. how much more do you want me to fall" you smiled at his behavior "insanely"

# . — SUNOO : "yn can you please hurry up, we are not going for pairs fashion week, its just THE MALL" he said frowning with a very kissable pout which you did peck as you got of the bathroom after your millionth try of making your eyeliner symmetrical "lets go pretty boy" you said as you took his hand "pretty boy?" would not let it slide, respectfuly asks you to NEVER call him sunoo because its only pretty boy from now on "I guess I will let you slide this one time but hurry up next time"

# . — JUNGWON : "did you eat it" jungwon stood infront of you towering you "eat what? pretty boy" there goes his attempt to intimate you, yes you did eat his precious curry he saved, which he physically defended against jay "yn you can't do that" squats down and hids his face "do want?" you asked tickling his ears, he brushed your hands off lightly "say things that make me nervous-" you know he likes it but apperently you have to make fun of him "so you don't like it?" looks at you with a panic look "no no i did not say that, I mean I like it, I was- yeah keep calling me that" the curry was completely forgotten as you survived once again.

# . — NIKI : "hi pretty boy" looks at you with most horrid reaction "what..?" you repeat yourself for him to spourt nonsense "you can't say that shhh!! what if someone hear you" you almost want to slap him "and what about it-" — "iT HURTS MY MANLINESS" bro was 💀 "niki shut up or I will really hurt your 'manliness' ye" he can't be serious right now "call me handsome bruh" smirks for no reason "pretty boy" then you guys went on arguing until you came to the deal that calling him pretty was only to be done private

AN. I'm sorry I'm really inactive and haven't answered any asks but I wanted to write this 😔 also I would get butterflies even if I utter the word pretty for anyone, but just on that note you all are beautiful, and im proud of you, keep going 💖💖

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areislol · 2 years ago

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HI HI IM LIKE IN LOVE WITH THAT CHILDE CONFESSING STREAMER OBE SDFYUNI i go soft for your fics. they are So Good TY FOR THE MEDIA IT IS SCRUMPTIOUS.!!! can i req like general daily living while dating streamef genshin men? like , theyve confessed, snd now they live together. reader could also stream!!

streamer! childe, xiao, dainsleif, kaeya x reader

ft— childe, xiao, dainsleif, kaeya warnings— slightly suggestive, fluff!!, long.. kind of went overboard, clingy sleepy men <3 a/n— not be blushing when you called my work scrumptious, and it seems that you enjoy my work, if you do im so glad <3 i hope you enjoy this!! make sure to take care of yourself and stay safe, also i can't stop thinking about how you called my work scrumptious, i literally screamed when i saw your message, im sobbing(in a good way), sliding down the wall dramatically and kissing my screen rn fr

btw reader also streams too!! if you’d rather reader to not be a streamer just ignore those parts(there will also be parts for not streamer! reader) also the first song matches more w/ childe + kaeya and the second song fits well with xiao + dain.

recommend listening to: until i found you - stephan sanchez(sped up) + paano - zack tabudlo(sped up) (LIKE I REALLY RECOMMEND IT)

streamer! childe x reader

“I would never fall in love again until I found her I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"”

(im sorry, the song is just stuck in my head) <- this is me trying to make you listen to the song.

(come on... listen to itttt)

ahem. but anyways

you and childe have confessed and have officially started to date!! and to be honest, it’s actually pretty fun to be around childe! of course he has always been fun to hang out with but... now that you two are ACTUALLY dating, this “fun” has become much more

okay so have i told you about what childe did to you after you(or he confessed)? no? what a shame..

but basically after you confessed childe full froze and blah blah blah BUT, not only that but he full on lunged at you while wrapping his arms around your body, his hand on your head to make sure you didn’t injure your head from falling backwards. he nestled himself deep into the crook of your neck while sighing <3

it was kind of an awkward pose but hey, you weren’t complaining ;)

“this isn’t a dream right?” “nooooo?” “good.”

childe then looks at you, he leaned in for a kiss but he made sure to look at your face to see any sign of discomfort but instead he found you leaning in as well

he took that as a sign to just go for it(IT WAS A SIGN!!) and kissed you on the lip, it was a very passionate kiss, not an over exaggerated kiss.

the kiss lasted more than he or you expected but you two weren’t complaining, after registering the fact that childe literally kissed you, you became red from embarrassment, hiding your face with your hands but childe is quick to stop you by holding onto your wrists and oh lord

the face he gave you made you melt inside and out, he looked so soft. he looked absolutely in love, no.. madly in love.

“why are you trying to hide your face? was the kiss too good?~” “shut up! and the kiss was good okay!!”

your response took childe back by surprise as you never really said stuff like that but he didn’t mind <3 he just pecks your cheeks and helps you sit back up before hugging you, for hours.

(^ goes for the same if childe confesses to you but your.. childe, OR if you’re shy then the dialogue can be reversed)

NOW LETS GET INTO THE GENERAL STUFF YOU WOULD BE EXPERIENCING WHILE DATING THEM(and living with them)

mornings with childe would be a bit peaceful but romantic, if you would even call it that.

he would cling onto you when you’re trying to get out of bed to go get ready but he REFUSES, he wants to sleep in more with you but he knows he can’t as he has scheduled meetings with other streamers so he, in the end always gets up but not without holding your hand or shirt

when he wakes up he has... really bad bed hair but you find it cute because he looks like a baby.

while you’re walking to the bathroom, childe just trails behind you, rubbing his eyes. he’s stumbling as this point, he doesn’t want to wake up!! he’s like half asleep but once you and childe are in the bathroom and you turn on the light he’s fully awake now

you grab your toothbrush and start to brush your teeth, childe is right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while tired eyes looks at you

smiles <3 always smiles when he’s with you!!

sometimes you have to help him get ready cause he acts like he’s still half asleep though he’s fully awake.

“mmmmm thanks love...” “always”

after getting ready and everything, childe is now more awake due to the amount of sunlight that is coming into the house, basically blinding him

you sit down on the table while childe goes to the kitchen

oh did you know.. childe would literally make breakfast for you, yeah i know.. can he even cook? absolutely not! but he’ll take cooking lessons just for you <3 he wants you to enjoy the food that he made for you, he makes sure to neatly put it on your plate or bowl, sometimes if he’s feeling lazy he’ll STILL make a meal that is simple yet cute

he would use a sauce or anything to make a smiley face or a love heart and just put it on the dish and man, it gets you every time.

bro is so happy that he’s dating you, he’s like madly in love.

SOOOO clingy towards you, clings onto you like a baby koala but you aren’t complaining as he looks adorable with his cheek being squished by your hips while begging for you to not go

if childe has a meeting with another streamer or just busy over all he makes sure you still get the attention you deserve by sending you little texts, for example: “did you eat babe? if you haven’t make sure to grab some snacks from the pantry! we have LOAAADS of snacks >:)” “i ate some already, but now that you mentioned snacks... might make a little visit to the pantry..”

when you send him little snacks that you made he makes sure to savour it <3 also takes a picture of it and sends it to zhongli or another streamer and says “look at what my dear y/n made me >:) look at you lonely peasants”

is so proud that you’re his lover and is not afraid to show it!! during his breaks he comes running to you, hugs you really tightly and takes his phone out to show a picture of you in his hold, even if you’re face is like ?!?!? he would still put a text saying “look how my y/n looks! so pretty/handsome right?” “very pretty/handsome :)” “i know right?! like look how their cheeks are so pinchable!” “haha... yeah?”

if you’re a streamer as well then that would kind of work out? even if you’re not a streamer childe will always find a way to make things work out, you and childe would exchange a lot of lovey dovey texts while not busy or anything but childe is relieved that you’re not alone nor lonely as you have other people with you to cheer you up or make your day better(although he likes to do them himself).

orders a lot of your favourite food during whatever time!! when you’re hungry of course.

knows what you’re about to say due to the amount of times you’ve said it but doesn’t mind, loves how he knows what you’re going to say <3

like one day you’re hungry and starving so you walk over to childe’s room and knock on his door, “anything wrong love?” “yes.. im hungry and-” “you want kfc?” “...yes”

childe loves to see you enjoying your food, the way you hum when you finally bite down on your food just sends his heart into a frenzy, he just likes to see you satisfied okay?!

oh! he loves to spend his money on you, even if you’re scared that he’ll go into debt or something - he’s quick to reassure you and tells you that he’ll never run out of money(dont jinx it pretty boy) and just goes on to bring you to many shops and many food shops as he knows that’s what you like best!

once it’s dark and childe finishes with everything he’s finally happy that he can go have fun with you or sleep with you!!

childe just gets up from his chair and opens the door, trying to find where you are and is very happy to see you sitting on the couch watching a movie, he walks over to you and plops down next to you, and of course he gives you a quick peck on your cheek before looking at what you’re watching

“watching it again?” “mhm, i want to see the plot again!” “(˘⌣˘) of course”

i would say nights with childe are absolutely beautiful.

the way he just stays by your side all night long makes your heart beat 100x more

now you might be thinking that showering and privacy would be a BIG problem as childe is a “pervert” but that’s not the case!

he’s actually really respecting of your privacy and even if he wishes to bathe with you he knows he cant until you allow him or until you’re finally comfortable.

if he ever, accidentally forgets that you’re still naked from showering he would IMMEDAITELY cover his eyes with his hands and shut the door quickly while spitting out millions and billions of apologies, even if you accept his apology and say “it’s okay” he will never forgive himself for walking in while you were still changing/naked, he wants you to know that he cares a lot about your privacy!!

if you forget your clothes or towel while done showering and ask for his help, he will not hesitate to help(duh) but he will be mindful that you’re still uhm.. undressed or “naked”, the thought of you.. naked makes his face go absolutely red, he’s not really ashamed of thinking that..? it’s normal anyways

when handing you your clothes, he opens the door but he only opens it slightly that he can fit his arm through so you can grab whatever you needed.

once you’re finally comfortable or allow childe to bathe with you he is ECSTATIC!! not in a weird way of course.. he has just been wanting you to wash his hair <3 he’s been wanting to wash your hair too!! childe read about how some lovers do to these type of stuff so the thought of doing them with you just excites him

offers to wash your body is you allow him too!! if you wash his body too he would be embarrassed, i mean like.. what if you see his hard dick

whhuh, i mean whaaaaat? 🤨

would tease you a lot while bathing together, no surprises there.. sometimes he makes really suggestive comments but you two would always laugh in the end, commenting about how it was a bit cheesy.

maybe your guys humour is just broken.

makes a beard with the bubbles, makes you a bubble crown and puts it on your head <3

blows a lot of bubbles towards you but not to your face as he doesn’t want soap or bubbles in your eyes!!

helps you get out of the tub or shower, is always careful when holding you(not when he’s sleeping lmfao)

helps you blow dry your hair, only if you do the same to him too(kidding), wants to be apart of your “self care thingy or whatever it’s called!!”, loves it when you apply cream on his face, or when you put a face mask on him - because once you take it off he feels so fresh and pretty.

goes for night too^^

speaking of the night, when you two are in the bathroom getting ready to sleep...

you and childe are brushing your teeth he’s holding onto your hand, tightly.

yes, he can never let go of you.

after brushing your teeth you two go to your shared bed and you two slip under the covers.

you and childe hug each other for body warmth, you’re up against his chest while his legs are lazily over yours and he just puts his whole weight on you but it’s okay as he makes sure to not put too much pressure on your body.

you can always hear his soft snores, it’s adorable.

like i stated, childe will cling onto you, even while sleeping! it’s like.. his instinct? one move and he’ll pull you closer to him, your face is now in between his chest, can you even breathe?

but in the end he will let go eventually(a little bit), so you have air.

but lord, when he’s sleeping and the moonlight hits his face... he just looks ethereal, so beautiful. are you sure this is the childe you knew? he looked so peaceful

his mouth slightly agape(open) while letting out soft snores, his hair was messy yet looked so soft, his face looked so relaxed, many it was because he was sleeping, maybe it was because it was quiet and peaceful, or maybe it was because you were beside him, your presence alone can help him relax and loosen all tensity in his body or muscles.

do you know how much he loves and adores you?

(also expect a lot of kisses, like a lot. in the morning, afternoon, night, midnight - not a single day goes by where he doesn’t kiss you!!)

(also calls you ‘my snookums’)

streamer! xiao x reader

this man can’t even grasp onto the fact that he’s literally dating YOU, like.. YOU

?!?!

it’s not a dream, not a figment of his imagination, he’s actually dating you!

but yeah..

ever since he has started to date you he has had the urge to just pinch and pull your cheeks, don’t look at me i don’t know why 🤷‍♀️

i just wanted to add that there

ahem, but anyways! living with xiao would be so relaxing? and peaceful?? there’s not a day where you don’t feel absolutely in love with xiao.

waking up next to xiao, ah.. what a dream, except! you’re not dreaming!

let me just try to describe what it’s like waking up next to xiao <3

you know that feeling when you wake up and it slightly cold, but not too cold and you move around in your bed and your sheets make those like ruffling noises? it sounds peaceful right? that’s cause it is :)

the windows are covered with sheer curtains, the soft glow of light shines on xiao’s face, and god does he looks like an angel.

mornings when xiao’s mouth is slightly agape, the colors of yellow, orange and red would shine down on his face, were always the best mornings.

he just looked so damn cute, you could just pinch his cheeks right there and then but you always refrain from doing so, you didn’t want to wake him up from his beauty sleep.

but sometimes you get so annoyed at his cute face and scream softly while stopping yourself from grabbing onto his face

most of the time, xiao wakes up first - only to admire your face of course. you looked so cute with your messy hair<3

basically, you both admire each other, without each other knowing..

once you both wake up, xiao always wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer where you’re up against his chest

majority of the time xiao is still half asleep, so he’s always nuzzling up against your neck while groaning, sleepily.

(does that make sense)

and when xiao does that, you just pat his head and kiss his temple before struggling to get up as you keep on forgetting that he has quite literally “trapped” you.

eventually, you’ll always manage to convince xiao to just get up so you two can get ready for the day

while you’re walking to the bathroom xiao is still holding onto you, hugging you.

sometimes he stumbles and you always giggle when he does so

you and xiao have matching toothbrushes!! you have a cute brown bear toothbrush and xiao has a cute white bear toothbrush

xiao is kind of embarrassed that he has this type of toothbrush as he’s not all “cutesy wootsy” but if you like the idea of having matching toothbrushes.. who is he to say no?

xiao is that “emo” type of person(no hate), he doesn’t like bright colors or anything too “happy” but when he’s living with you, NOT TO MENTION.. dating you, how could he be like that?!

he doesn’t mind what you do to his place, if you like the color pink and add some pink decorations in the bathroom like, for example: a pink sanrio carpet, a pink toothbrush holder, pink curtains

he would not mind it, not one bit. finds it quite domestic actually.

xiao has never thought of living with someone, living with his crush.

his house was.. dull if you would call it. not too much decorations, a bit plain, nothing bright or eye catching. that was until he has met you and after you met and started to date.

when he first met you he went out shopping to buy some house and room decorations, he didn’t want you to think of him as bland!

after dating you, when you started to add your own little decorations around the house it felt so.. domestic to him? he doesn’t know how to describe the feeling.

his dull and boring house, being filled with your lively decors just makes the house feel more like a home.

when you were adding the decorations around the house, xiao couldn’t help but look at you as a parent, a hard working and loving parent putting down some home decor that they had bought.

like decorating their soon to be born baby’s room.

if you like colors like pink, purple, red, yellow, or any bright-ish/pastel color and start decorating xiao’s house with them, he would be absolutely in love with you(he already is but shhh)

now moving on!!

xiao would never let go of you, even if he did he doesn’t want to

even in the shower ;( but that’s later in the years/months of dating

speaking of showering, this man is too much of a gentlemen, letting you go first <3 if you’re the type to use a lot of hot water then this is going to be the best thing ever.

he doesn’t mind showering in cold water, as long as you’re all warm and all :)

i would say xiao wouldn’t shower with you till you’re comfortable around him(you already are but that’s a different story)

if you don’t mind taking a shower with xiao then that would be great as xiao would wash your back for you if your hands can’t reach to touch your back.

absolutely no suggestive acts in the shower, unless you know.. you want to do it.. in the shower..

when you two are in the bath tub and there’s bubbles everywhere xiao loves to place the bubbles on your head and make cute little crowns or hats.

HE LOVES IT WHEN HE USES YOUR (body)SHAMPOO!!!

xiao absolutely loves it when he smells like you <3 as it reminds him of you, especially when he’s not there with you or just busy.

when xiao is streaming he’s always quick to ask you if you want to join, if you say no because your busy with making food or just don’t want to join he won’t force you to and just give you a quick kiss on your cheek before saying “mkay, call me if you need me ok?”

if you’re also a streamer, it reassures xiao that you won’t be lonely and you’ll have people to interact with :)

sometimes xiao would just watch your stream and often sends in messages there and then, “Y/NNNNNN!!!” “xiao-? is that you..?” “YES IT IS”

yes i know xiao isn’t the type of person to type in caps out in the public but he really wants you to notice him so... you can’t blame him!!

xiao’s in his room most of the time, if not then he would be with you, sitting on the couch watching movies/youtube, playing games with you, shopping with you, basically doing anything with you

he would also help you with cooking! he’s not an expert like cooking but he’ll help you with stuff like cutting the vegetables or herbs(yes, he doesn’t want you to accidentally cut your fingers off, even if you persist, no. but he would still allow you too, he’d just be eyeing your every move.), putting the scraps in the scrap bowl and washing the dishes.

he would take cooking classes for you but he has got a lot stuff to do and doesn’t have enough time to take cooking classes, that’s why he’s trying to minimize his work as he’s only a (big) streamer and doesn’t really need to do anything and tries to take some cooking lessons with you :)

if you both go to cooking class, expect many kisses in between sessions <3

you could be cutting some onions for a dish and while xiao is cutting some tomatoes he would just lean over and give you a kiss on your temple

sometimes he does it out of no where that you, most of the time end up freezing and blushing profusely.

like where did all this confidence come from? 🤨

(kidding..)

moving onto the night, xiao would most definenetly follow you where ever you go.

you stand up to go grab a snack? he’s coming with you too, what’ll happen if the monster from the show you two are watching kidnaps you!! you’re going to go brush your teeth early? ah well okay xiao might as well come with you too!

hopefully you don’t mind clingy men 🤞

before, xiao never really did anything during the night. he’d just edit his videos, brush his teeth, wash his face and go to sleep.

but now he has to do whatever you’re doing too. instead of you asking him if he would like to do skin care with you he’s just in front of you, looking straight at you and he’s just... there..

waiting for you to do your thing, you know..

i mean, you’re happy? you’re glad that he’s allowing you too but not only that but he actually wants to do it? like what.

but hey, you’re not mad!

(the reason he does this is because 1, he knows it’ll make him feel fresh, and it does. 2, it makes you and him closer <3 3, doesn’t want to go to bed alone)

he just loves it when you gently move his head so you can apply some cream on his face, xiao always looks at you when you’re placing a face mask on his face because you look so concentrated and it’s so cute!!

when you two finally go to sleep he would cling onto you for the rest of the night, even if it’s hot.. hopefully you don’t suffocate!!

imagine this, you’re facing your left and your back is towards xiao and he just huffs when you keep on turning over(he wants to see your cute face shh) so he just hugs you from behind, puts his head either nuzzling your neck or placing his head on your back and he’s just hugging you like a koala.

but every day you, when you wake up you always find yourself facing towards xiao.. sometimes your legs are over his stomach or legs and xiao’s still knocked out cold, weird..

streamer! dainsleif x reader

just wanna know how you both confessed without being a total mess.

it’s basically impossible but hey, you both did it!

(but can you guys imagine dain trying to confess to you without stumbling over his words and being red?!?)

now.. living with dainsleif huh? that’s definenetly something! in the start of the relationship dainsleif was extremely clingy towards you, that sounds unlike him right?

but you gotta know, dain has been CRAVING your touch, he wants to hug you, to hold you tightly, he wants you to run your hands through his hair, to press a kiss on top of his head.

ever since you’ve been next to him(been in his house) he just has this urge to just hold you, you know? he wants to keep you in his arms forever <3

so ever since you and dain have started to date he has been clinging onto you just like a baby koala.

like in the mornings dain is hugging you from behind and he’s snoring lightly, when you wake up you could barely open your eyes, rubbing your eyes you slowly regain your eyesight but you still couldn’t really see anything for a while but boy did you look angry.

you were pouting while squinting, turning around just to barely see dainsleif. although you couldn’t make out anything in front of you, you could still smell the familiar scent of your lover and his light snoring.

you could hear little murmurs coming out of dain’s mouth

dain would groan something like: “mmmmmhm” and hug you even tighter and you would just be looking at him like this: “???” but you find it adorable so you don’t really care

dain would hold/hug onto you harder each time you move, his brow furrows every time you you try to move away from him as you need to get up and get your day started but he just refuses, he also has a pout on, always.

and when he does eventually wake up he just finds you in an awkward position. it’s always a pose where from he just hugs you from behind to him hugging your chest while you’re just laying there like “ 🧍‍♀️ “...

and his legs are always over yours. no question.

but other than that, dainsleif looks absolutely ethereal when he wakes up, even with bed hair. his hair could be all over the place but you still find him attractive.

dainsleif looks dazed when he wakes up, he’s also a bit confused. so while he’s rubbing his eyes he’s also grabbing onto your sleeve, tightly.

(how does he have that strength even when waking up..)

“morning dain :)” “mmmmh, mornin’ love...”, you’re always sure to take is slow with him during the morning because he’s practically still half-asleep when he’s awake.

he’d also say some things that are normally said drunk, like mini confessions but not really anymore since you’ve heard them many times.

“?? you’re so pretty..wow” “dain? oh- well, thank you love.. but lets get you to the toilet first.. kay?” “m’kay”

everytime dain says stuff like that you can’t help but just melt, so while you’re helping dain getting up and putting his arm around your neck your face is just pure red and you have that “HE’S SO CUTE GOD DAMN IT” face on.

but dain will eventually get himself back together when he’s washing his face.

but please don’t tell him about what he said while he was a big dazed!! he’ll be extremely embarrassed and will uh... cry?

you still tell him anyways!

and dain just looks at you, his hand still wet from washing his face - he’s just staring at you with his eyes wide open and you can see the red forming on his cheeks, how cute!

dain doesn’t say anything and just looks away but you think he forgot that there’s a mirror right in front of you guys so you can see him with his eyes closed and him trying to suppress any sounds coming out of him.

you, of course just hugs him from behind and say “it’s okay/fine” but that doesn’t really cheer him up..

when it comes to breakfast, he makes the absolute best breakfast ever, could you even call it a ‘breakfast meal’? it’s like a whole feast :(

he’d sit you down and you would watch him make breakfast, he has the apron on and everything.

he knows everything about cooking!! 👏👏 he has two different chopping boards for vegetables and meat and has everything organized. salt and pepper there, some sauce over there, utensils over there and there and some oven mitts in the top right cabinet.

he’s just, mwa, yes.

dain’s too scared to let you cook because what if you accidently cut yourself? what if you burnt your hand or finger? what if!!

he can’t let you get hurt!! so if you cook, he makes sure he’s there to watch over you, dain also gives you some tips on how to do this and that and when you’re cutting some onion and you’re about to cut your finger he’s quick to stop you by grabbing your hand and sighs when he realizes that you didn’t get hurt.

“what’s wrong dain?” “ah, nothing. just be careful.. please.. you almost gave me a heart attack!” “oh- whoops? hehe..?”

you know those “kiss the cook” apron? yea, dain owns them. you might be thinking “ohh y/n probably gifted them it” or “y/n forced them to wear that” but no. dain himself bought that apron, a bright, pink apron that had many kissing emojis and a big white text that says “Kiss the COOK!”

yes, he bought that one because it stood out and he was hoping you would get the message, either you did or didn’t.

if you didn’t then when you’re going back to your room or anywhere he’d grab you by your waist and pull you close and whisper in your ear, “where’s my kiss?” and yes, you would give him his kiss but not before you’re melting and dain has to literally catch you because your knees are weak and you fall.

if you do notice then he would be pretty happy that the apron actually did his job and he would happily(if you’re short) bend down so you can give him his kiss and if not then dain would just gladly and happily smile while waiting for your kiss.

if he’s feeling very cheeky he will, at the last second, move his head so that instead of you kissing his cheek, you would be kissing his lips.

now, his job, streaming.

dain doesn’t stream until around 11 am -12 pm because he wants to spend the morning with you, normally around 12 pm he would stream.

his streams lasts for about 1-4 hours and if he’s doing a partnership then around 5.

and because he’s busy during these times, you always remind him to eat something or take a break for a while and chat with his viewers, and he really appreciates you for that :(

while he’s streaming you would either watch netflix, make food for dain, read a book and if you’re a streamer, you too would also stream.

sometimes your viewers ask you about dain and how your relationship was with dain and you would always overboard with your answers.

when they asked a simple question, you would answer it, but it was always very detailed, like why dain is amazing and blah blah blah.

dain too, would also remind you to take breaks and eat something <3 it just works out perfectly! how you two won’t be bored of course.

and your and dain’s day would be absolutely great if you both have the same schedule, well, kind of.

but moving on, once dain is finished streaming(and when you finished streaming too) he would come into your room or where ever you are and just lay over you, poor baby is tired. and his ass hurts too, he has been sitting in that darn chair for who knows how long.

most of the time you two have a tickle fight... that’s only when he still has energy which is most of the time. and dain always win, but sometimes he allows you to win ONLY because you gave him that puppy face.

and when there’s enough spare time, and he’s not busy you two would go shopping or to a park to just walk or pet some cats!!

dainsleif always makes sure that you’re enjoying your time where ever he takes you. you want to go to the park where many cats are after he streams? of course! you want to travel to canada? sure thing! lemme book the tickets rq- (/j)

you two mostly spend your time either going out or just staying home watching shows, orrrrr staring at each other(and maybe you watching dain edit his video LOL)

and sooner or later the sun starts to set. which means within a few hours you both will have to sleep. which dain hates.

yes he needs his beauty sleep BUT he wants to spend more time with you.. 5+ hours isn’t enough! but sleeping does come with its perks which dainsleif always takes advantage of.

for example, you’re sleeping, eyes closed, snoring lightly and dain’s just looking at you - staring at your face that he adores oh so much

he also probably pats your cheeks when you’re asleep, finds your cheeks cute, don’t ask me why (night)

!! about showering, he’s such a mess... like he will literally be in the corner of the shower and refuses to look at you. but i mean like, he has to look at you when you ask him to help you wash your hair or something like that.

he will NEVER touch you when you both are showering together, he’s too shy.

but if you’re showering by yourself then dainsleif would note down mentally that you’re in the shower and that he must “not open the door at all costs unless you need a towel or clothes”

i forgot to mention, when you two are in the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready he’s always ready for your skin care

but instead of you doing it for him and you, it’s the opposite. dain’s the one that is applying the cream and face mask on.

if you don’t do skin care and just wash your face that’s okay, because he’ll lend you some of his <3 and yes, he has skin care products.

no wonder his skin is always so smooth and flawless.

streamer! kaeya x reader

THIS MANNN 😩 flirts with you throughout the entire relationship. no comment.

(but fr... hope you don’t mind his constant complimenting and teasing - hope you don’t get embarrassed every time!!)

he teases you 24/7. morning, afternoon, night, midnight and when the sun rises, only special occasions.

he just loves to see your flustered state <3 when you blush or when you hide your face from embarrassment is just so endearing! you’re just so cute ;(

but enough of that, time to get into the real thing

mornings with kaeya is something, he would be all over the place. his legs over your body, arms over his head and splayed opposite of each other and some hair covering his face. mouth opened and snoring too 😰

oh yea, he snores. really loudly.

do you get enough sleep? no.

(why? cuz of his damn snoring!!)

but other than that, everything else is normal. no it isn’t

kaeya wakes up earlier than you, while he’s wide awake, you’re knocked out cold.

kaeya always wondered how you could still sleep for so long.

he stares at you while you sleep, not in a creepy way! he just admires your face and he can basically memorize your face. if you have tiny beauty spot on your cheek or anywhere on your face he would definenetly mentally note that down and bring that up once your awake.

“hey babe, did you know you have a __ there under your eye?” “wha-” “oh shush shush i know, a shocker huh?”

so yea.. kaeya wakes up only because he wants to look at and admire your face.

and so when you do wake up, you open your eyes and the first thing you see is kaeya staring right back at you.

at first is startles you but you quickly calm down when you realize it’s just kaeya. his dark blue hair makes it obvious.

he always holds you close to him when he notices you’re awake, he purposely makes your face squish up against his chest because, yes.

but you don’t mind <3 as a matter of fact, you love/enjoy it!

kaeya has a hot morning voice, can not tell me otherwise.

like a single “morning princess” could get you weak in your knees, god the power he has over you is... 😍

but sometimes when kaeya wakes up he gets up and gets ready for the day, though he doesn’t want to leave you he knows he has to get ready for his streams, plus if you didn’t stream then that would mean you would get your beauty sleep and kaeya doesn’t mind if he gets up from bed and starts his day already if it means you get your rest, he knows you need it.

but he craves your touch and presence when he’s already downstairs and setting up his stream and all.

GIVES YOU MANY KISSES WHEN YOU’RE ALSEEP!! like a kiss on both of your cheeks, forehead, lips, EVERYWHERE.

AHEM, anyways.

when you and kaeya are in the bathroom doing whatever he’s always by your side, whether you’re pooping or whatever, unless you’re uncomfortable of course.

he doesn’t really hold onto your shirt but he just sticks to your side, he’s quite literally glued to your side but are you complaining? nope!

kaeya 100% makes breakfast with you, cooking with you just feels so domestic and he’s here for it <3

even if you two are just planning on eating cereal, he still wants to “make” it with you even if it’ll probably take a few minutes.

you’re pouring the milk in the bowl and he’s just leaning on the counter, just staring at you with hearts in his eyes he’s getting the cereal ready.

kaeya either puts on a show for you and him to watch or talk to you about his plans for today and what he’s going to be doing for stream.

and if you stream too then you and kaeya would go back and fourth about your plans and stuff like that.

most of the time after breakfast kaeya would kiss you on your cheek(or lip) and go upstairs to start streaming, and you would just go in the living room and watch some crime documentary/shows.

if you too are also streaming, you would go to your room and start preparing for today.

thankfully, kaeya doesn’t forget to take breaks and eat something so you don’t really text him or remind him to do you know, but you still text him there and then.

he probably shows his phone to the chat and say something like: “hey you guys, look at what my babes texted me! aren’t they so kind <3”

you watch kaeya’s stream so you always text him when he does something concerning or when he compliments you.

“my y/n is so gorgeous, did you guys know that?” “CHAT: YEAAAA Y/N’S SO PRETTY!!!” “text: awww kaeya, you’re so sweet! and everyone in chat too :(”

“wait what-”

if you stream too, you and kaeya would honestly annoy each other(nicely), joining each others stream and just saying the weirdest shit ever and then leaving.

oh yea, when you’re in your room you hear MANY screams and shouting, either him playing a horror game or him just screaming at players that killed him many times, yes, he’s a sore loser.

sometimes you’re so concerned that you have to literally walk your way to his room, open his door and just say “are you okay?” and leave once he apologizes and explains the reason he screamed. and he’s so nice and polite when explaining to you too...

nothing big ever happens during the afternoon, but once kaeya ends his stream and tweets a few texts he’s immediately out of the room and rushing to your room.

kaeya literally opens your door so wide that it makes a loud “BANG” sound because he’s so eager to just jump into your arms and just let you hug him and kiss him, and that’s exactly what he does.

kaeya just jumps in your arms and you make an “AK-” sound due to someone heavy literally jumping onto you. 🤨

“sorry babe, just missed you sooo much ;(” “uh huh...” and so yeah! you two spend the next 2 hours just cuddling, before getting up to make lunch.

he’s so whiny about getting up, he’s holding onto you for dear life and begging you to just stay put and not go but obviously you’re hungry so you just pull his arms away from your waist and you get up and head to the kitchen

as soon as you get up he’s jumping out of the bed, rushing towards you and just follows you.

and when you’re making lunch he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles your neck while humming, you can’t even focus.

and you almost cut your finger while cutting some tomatoes but kaeya stops you from doing so.

“woah there, we don’t want you cutting your finger now do we?” and we all expect him to say that in a flirty tone and to be honest, yea he kind of did BUTTTTTT

he had more of a worried tone. he was frowning while moving your hand away from the knife.

(kind of had a pout..?)

but anyways.

most of the time kaeya takes you out to eat but you two normally get swarmed by his fans or people just eyeing you so you both just end up cooking and eating at home.

and when he does take you out... expect fancy restaurants, the MOST expensive food and a lot of shopping.

kaeya hates streaming(sometimes) as it takes away time with you but he always makes sure to spend more time with you when he’s done.

that’s why kaeya takes you to various places. picnics, parks, the movies, aquarium, and etc.

if not then he would make it up to you by cuddling with you for hours. never letting you go.

sometimes you play fight. but he never hits you or anything, instead he lets you take advantage of him. letting you win always <3

but sometimes he wants you to praise him so sometimes he wins and you have to praise him, no matter what.

“wowow you’re so strong kaeya!” “that’s what we love to hear, more y/n!” “... no.” “BUT- WHY?!?”

sometimes this goes on for HOURS, you two never get bored.

and it could go on for hours that by the time you stop you two are out of breath and notice that the sun is setting.

now about dinner... you and kaeya don’t really.. make dinner. rather, ordering!! mcdonalds, KFC, and so much junk food. with salad of course.

you two just sit on the couch, watching some drama while eating the food, not even paying attention to what your grabbing. you two are just too invested in what’s happening between brittany and betty.

honestly i dont even want to talk about what he does during the night, mostly because you both take night showers.

kaeya will always playfully poke your butt in the shower. no matter what, you either one, shriek and grab your butt while looking at him scared for your life, two, slowly turn around and giving kaeya a death stare, or three, you just continue to wash your body and don’t mind what kaeya just did.

even though showering with one another seems very intimate and sexual, it’s quite the opposite when it comes to kaeya. like sure he may be flirty and all but.. he really doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he doesn’t make any suggestive acts.

kaeya helps you to scrub your back if you can’t reach it yourself <3 he helps you wash your hair, apply whatever you need, basically, whatever you ask him, he’ll do it.

and when you both get in the bed and drift off to sleep he’s always hugging you <3 squeezing you tightly every time you move.

one of many ways to get kaeya sleeping is by braiding or just touching his hair, he finds it comforting :(

sometimes(most of the time) he stays awake, waiting for the moonlight to shine on your face. he adores you so much

kaeya finds you so pretty when the moonlight is shining on your face, but you’re always pretty so....

note: if you would like to be added to the genshin taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy <3

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there were others but i couldn’t find your account : @kuaenyx @mobiuskiss, dm me if this was one of your accs!!

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!! another note: i dont think i got the message for ‘general daily living’ message but hey, that’s alright, euhuehuehueheu childe’s part is so god damn long. also i feel like kaeya’s part is very like, not put well? like it jumps from one thing or another... it’s also quite short, but yea. also it’s proof-read so hopefully there’s no grammar mistakes or anything. i’ve been procrastinating for weeks bro, i feel so guilty kmskdmkmd BUT IM SO HAPPY I GOT THIS DONEEEE, also thank you guys sm for 2.1k notes on the fic w/ 6 characters!! and btw, im so proud of dainsleif’s part, isn’t he so adorable??

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birthday breakfast | l.h.

You set out to ensure that Luke has a good birthday.

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Luke wakes to the creak of his door opening, to light spilling into his room from the hallway and a smile that makes his heart warm. Robbie’s head peaks through the door, his smile so bright and airy Luke’s sure he’s on the verge of laughter just from seeing him. He’s cradled to the side of you, one arm protectively holding him at your hip. Your smile is more timid than Robbie’s, a little less certain, a little apprehensive as you hesitate in the doorway. Luke smiles back and waves you in, cocks his head to the side as the door swings the rest of the way open and he’s met with the sight of breakfast on a tray in your other hand.

“What’s all this?” He asks as you move towards his bedside, offer him Robbie first, whom he gladly accepts with open arms and a small spattering of good morning kisses to his squishy cheeks.

“Birthday breakfast,” you answer softly and pass him the tray after he’s got Robbie settled on his lap.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Luke murmurs but hopes you catch the appreciation in his tone.

You shrug. “It’s from Robbie. And so is this,” you explain as you pull out a small envelope from your sweatshirt pocket and hand it over to him.

The warmth in Luke’s chest expands as he accepts the next token and slides a thumb under the seal. Robbie giggles in his lap, his small hands gripping the lip of the tray, interested gaze taking in the sight of food, pert nose wiggling at all of the smells.

Luke quickly opens the card and reads the sweet words from son to father about birthday wishes. Robbie’s name is signed under a tirade of xoxoxo. Luke smiles again, broader, warmer, touched to his very core you went out of your way.

“This is from Robbie, huh?” Luke asks and gives his son a little squeeze around the middle which brings on another giggle.

“Yes, he signed it and everything,” you say with an over dramatic nod.

“Don’t know when he learned cursive but that’s quite impressive,” Luke jests and looks down at Robbie. “Did he even make me breakfast?”

“All by himself,” you answer without missing a beat, face going flush and a sway in your stance taking over your body.

Luke nods again, makes another little comment about the genius of Robbie and how fast he’s growing up—he can already use the toaster!—then looks back at you. You stand awkwardly, hesitation sweeping over you as your eyes dart for the door and your arms cross over your stomach. You hold yourself there, waiting, for what Luke’s not exactly sure.

“Well, do you want to join us? It looks like Robbie made enough for everyone,” Luke comments and pats the free side of the bed.

“Are you inviting me into your bed, Luke?” You joke half heartedly.

“It’s not like you haven’t been in it before,” Luke responds quickly and revels in the sharp intake of breath that colors your surprise. He grins, wide and teasing and loving the air that surrounds you. “Come on. Lots of space, right here.”

“Oh no, you should just enjoy your morning with him,” you refuse with a slight shake of your head. “I don’t want to impose.”

Luke arches his eyebrow and pats the bed again, knocks his head to the side and just out his lip. “As the birthday boy, I insist.”

It takes you a moment to decide but soon enough the shake of your head turns to a nod and you slowly round the bed. You climb up and settle beside Luke, he notes the distance you keep between you, the rigidity that’s taken over your form. Your legs are stiff and your hold around your middle doesn’t drop. Even after all of the breakthroughs and coming to try and know each other there’s still a cavernous distance that lies between you.

Luke feels that emptiness in his chest from time to time. When he sees you with Robbie and feels he has to hesitate to approach. When you have to work late and ask Luke if he’ll watch Robbie, as if he’s just a babysitter and not his father. He knows you're not used to having him around, that you were on your own for so long, and those habits and instincts have yet to collapse.

“Here,” he offers and hands you a piece of toast to which you actually respond without hesitation this time. “How’d you guys know birthday breakfast is my favorite?”

“Lucky guess,” you say with a shrug and take a bite. “Robbie’s just so smart,” you continue, tone turning softer as you wrinkle your nose and smile at the baby.

Luke realizes that Robbie is your shield. The barrier that keeps you from each other. From admitting anything that might make those walls and hesitancies come down. Though the atmosphere is light and filled with treading Luke sobers and turns more serious.

“You really didn’t have to do this for me, you know,” he says again and hopes you’ll understand he’s not joking, he doesn’t want a volleying of Robbie between you.

Your demeanor shifts and suddenly you’re nearly sullen.

You let out a sigh, “I did. I don’t really know what we are to each other. Roommates. Co-parents. Friends? But I do know you’re Robbie’s father and this is what family does for each other.”

The emptiness in Luke’s chest begins to fill and flutter as he lets a grin claim his face. He looks from you to Robbie, presses a kiss to the top of his son’s head and then looks back up at you.

“Friends sounds good,” Luke says, though there’s a feeling of wanting more. He doesn’t voice that feeling, lets it on his tongue, simmer, knock around his chest and rattle his ribs.

“It does,” you agree with another little nod and nibble on the toast. “I’ll let you eat your breakfast in peace,” you say and shift off the bed without any way for him to protest. He senses that it’s enough for now, he doesn’t want to push. “Want me to take Robbie?”

“Absolutely not,” Luke says quickly and pulls Robbie up closer to him, settles him against his chest rather than his lap. “He’s the only birthday present I want.”

You laugh and assent to the plan of leaving Robbie with him. Before you break away for the door you hesitate and it piques Luke’s curiosity. You bite your lip and furrow your brows before heading towards him, leaning down and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Luke.”

In that moment, with your lips on his overheated skin, your son giggling in his ear and playing with his curls, Luke’s sure he’s never had a happier birthday.

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The Message on the Wall

Pairing: James Potter x gn!Reader - Marauders x Reader Content

Word Count: 5.9k (jdklfdh im sorry)

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Implications of... yeah. I think that’s about it.

Requested: Yes, a long time (i feel bad for only getting to it but i hope the nonnie stuck around to see this piece) by an anon who asked for James x Reader with childhood best friends to lovers trope.

Summary: In which, James Potter was busy writing himself a message on the wall but was too blind to read what he had to say.

Pictures.

In actuality they were only images. For Muggles, they stood stagnant, for James Potter they moved slightly.

But in deeper meaning pictures were moments in time captured in a frame. They were a personal reminder of things that were, things that used to be and anything else that didn’t fall into one of the other two categories.

James Potter adored pictures. His room was littered with them. A handful were of Quidditch players and Tutshill Tornados merchandise. One picture of him and his parents sat on the nightstand beside his bed. But adjourned on the wall to the left was a mostly blank wall. One small Tornados banner was pinned against the soft red paint and in the middle a picture he was particularly fond of.

The film captured James at the age of four. A broom was clutched in his left hand and a toothy smile on his face as the wind rustled his hair causing it to stick up more than it already did. Beside him was you, your eyes crossed and your tongue licking a swirled lolly.

When his mother had shown him the picture you had just left for home, making a young James quite sad that his friend couldn’t stay just a little longer. Euphemia Potter had smiled, handing the picture to her son. “It’s okay, my love. Now you have a piece of Y/N with you.”

“How?” James had asked, his lower lip jutting out in a frown.

Euphemia laughed. “The picture captures you together. Look how happy the two of you look!” she points at her son’s smile in the photo. “You can do whatever you’d like with it.”

James grinned, his eyes lighting up once more. “I want to hang it, mum!” he dragged her hand into the bedroom with him, climbing on top of his bedsheets and pressing the picture to the wall. “Here. That way I can say goodnight to them even when they're not here.”

Euphemia Potter smiled watching as her son tucked himself under the covers. “That’s a brilliant idea, James.” With a wave of her wand, two pins fastened themself to the wall, the photo beneath.

That was the beginning of James’s love for pictures. More pictures would accumulate such as the one of him and his father at a Tornados game. Drawings you would give him of flowers and Kneazles. The pictures would come and go but yours stayed the same. An additional picture of you and James would later be added three years later when the two of you were seven. James’s broom no longer sat in one hand, instead was gripped with two and hovering five feet off the ground. He had a wicked smile on his face, his glasses slightly falling down his nose. You sat behind him, your small fingers clutching to his waist as the picture captured you mid-squeal.

Time went on yet the pictures of the two of you stayed the same. Along with your drawings, which had improved dramatically since you were seven, he’d occasionally find a Hollyhead Harpies banner plastered to his wall. When he came to scold you, pink banners adjourned in his hand, you’d laugh at the pout on his lips. He could never stay angry at you and always joined in on your laughter.

The final year before things would slightly change was the year before going to Hogwarts. A third picture was added at the age of ten. The Potter family had accompanied your family on a trip to Diagon Alley in which you had bought your screech owl, Juniper. James had one arm wrapped around you. His hair was untidy and a goofy smile was on his face as his other hand flicked your forehead. Your eyes were closed mid-laugh as one hand pushed his face away and the other perched with Juniper who screeched happily on your available arm.

Again, time went on quickly and changes were made in James Potter’s room but you were not one of them. He packed up his Hogwarts things the night of August 31st, leaving his room full of pictures with a soft smile.

You rode on the train with him, both of you waving goodbye to your loved ones. You grinned at him wickedly, “Excited?” you ask.

“Definitely.” he responded. “Do you have money for the trolley?”

You slide into a train compartment, one small boy already sitting there. “Yeah. Do you need to borrow some?”

James nodded and you rolled your eyes, handing money over to the kind witch who passed by, grabbing pumpkin pasties for you and Bertie Botts for James.

The ride was life-changing as you made acquaintances with similar mindsets. Two more boys entered your compartment and along with the scrawny boy from before, all of you made it to Gryffindor. “Where dwell the brave at heart” as James liked to put it.

First year was an interesting feat with James quickly falling head over heels for Lily Evans. Your friendship never faltered although the thought of her in his life made you feel odd. However, you were sure she wouldn’t be in his life for quite some time seeing as his persistent efforts were met with an equally stubborn rejection.

“She’s a firecracker, that one.” he sighed, walking beside you down the hall after another devastating encounter with Lily.

“You’re just embarrassing yourself now, my boy.” you reply, dubbing his nickname to ease the comment.

He smirked. “Then why do you hang out with me?”

“Because, I’m the one who makes sure you don’t cross the line from embarrassing to mortifying.”

He shakes his head with a silly grin. “I doubt that. You love me. That’s why.”

You laugh, an effective way of avoiding the curious ideas that ran through your young mind. “Don’t throw around the l- word so quickly! You’ve got to mean it.”

James bumped your side. “But I’ve known you for years.”

You ruffle his hair, making it messier than it already was. “Save it for Evans.”

---

The year ended and the two of you went home to Northern England hands overflowing with Gryffindor red, spirits high with a drive for Quidditch practice and addresses from Remus, Peter, and Sirius tucked away in your pockets.

James’s room changed tremendously that first year. Alongside the Tutshill Tornados merchandise were small Gryffindor banners, lions enchanted to roar at the touch. You had given him one of your sketches from the school year, one of Sirius and him laughing in Transfiguration, another of him and Peter skipping stones. The pictures of the two of you still remained, a small collection of dust coating the edges which he wiped away with a smile.

Second year was merry and full of high spirits. James had acquired his father’s invisibility cloak which gave cause to a number of nighttime rendezvous and adventures in the kitchens. Suspicion arose on Remus, whose monthly disappearances came to your attention. With the help of Sirius and Peter, the group soon discovered Remus’s guarded secret and accepted the furry little problem with open arms.

The Lily Evans situation did not get any better with James’s persistence holding up fiercely and her hatred toward him even more harsh. As Sirius had dubbed it, “Mate, at this point you’re never getting married.” Remus and Peter whole-heartedly agreed, sending James into an adolescent spiral.

“What if I don’t get married, Y/N/N?” he confided in you by the shores of the Black Lake.

You chuckled, his delirium quite adorable. “You’re going to get married, James. Trust me.”

He sighed, snapping a twig between his fingers. “It’s not definite.”

“Nothing is.” you counter.

James groaned. “I know. I know. But I would like it to be. Wouldn’t you?”

You contemplated the idea, a thought coming to your head. “What if it could be?”

He stared at you curiously. Your eyes lit up and James grinned. “Hit me.”

“If by the time we are thirty neither of us are married then we should get married to each other.” you propose, a proud smile on your face. “That way we can have a definite of our own.”

James grinned. “I like that idea. But what if one of us gets married before that?”

You frown. “Then I guess it’d be a flop. But it’s better than nothing, right?”

He agreed quickly. The sun was setting into a pond of pink. The wind rustled and birds chirped and the moment seemed picture perfect and James wished a camera would magically pop up and capture the moment so he’d be able to hang it on his wall for years to come. It did not work that way, instead, he turned to you with a smirk. “I don’t have anything to propose with.”

You looked down in embarrassment and gave him a shove. “We’re not getting married yet! It’s just a deal not the real thing.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “I know but it feels as though something special should happen. How about we seal with a spit swear?”

You stick your tongue out and pretend to gag. “Ew! No.” you flick his forehead causing him to wince. He grins before flicking you back, watching as you fall back onto the grass.

“I guess a flick works as well.” he sighs. “Y/N Potter has a nice ring to it.”

Your head falls against his shoulder. “I can’t believe I might be a Potter one day. Sounds disgusting.”

James laughs, the weight of your head feeling oddly familiar against his shoulder. “Oh, shut it!”

---

The years came and went. Third year, James made the Quidditch team and he quickly became a ladies man despite his obvious pining over Evans. You made sure to keep his feet on the ground as you didn’t want his ego to get larger than it already was. You came to all his games, occasionally bringing a camera so that James could add his moments of glory onto his beloved room wall. There was the time he tried dedicating a shot to you and ended up getting knocked off his broom by a Beater.

He made the next one thankfully.

On the other hand, you had earned the title of master dueler amongst the third years for your quick arm and sharp spellcasting. While James was at Quidditch practice: you, Peter, Remus, and Sirius would practice in empty classrooms although after a while they became rather bored as you would always win. James would cheer you on, even when you beat him there was a compliment of your skill and he was more than anything, proud.

The summer between third and fourth year was the year the Marauders got their first group picture together. Everyone had met up at the Potter residence, Euphemia Potter snapping the photo with Sirius and James to the left, Peter and Remus on the right, and you in the middle. James hung the picture on his wall as it was routine by now. The whole gang got to see his famous wall of pictures, his life an open storybook to anyone who looked closely.

Fourth year sparked love, pranks, and new ideas. Peter went on his first date, flaming at the cheeks as his friends waved him off embarrassingly. Group pranks ensued upon Snape whose oily hair was dyed all colors of the rainbow by the end of the first semester. You had gone on your first date as well, Steven Goldstein from Hufflepuff whom James threatened to beat up and Sirius who gave him “a talk”.

Most importantly, the group addressed Remus’s furry little problem seeing as each year he came back with more and more scars than before. Two ideas sparked up from the meeting and both were large feats that every member of the group was willing to take.

“So wait..” Peter asked. “You want to make a map… that tracks everyone in Hogwarts?”

James nodded and Remus shook his head. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Don’t look at me that way, Remus.”

Remus shoved him lightly. “How would that even work though? Isn’t it a little invasive?”

You smiled. “It most certainly is invasive but think about how awesome it’d be to have something like that. All we would need is…”

“A complex locator spell.” you and Sirius said together.

Everyone grinned. “Pete can do the drawing and sketching. He’s good at that stuff. We should check for secret passageways. All of us could do the magic. We’ve got the brains.”

“I don’t think someone with brilliant magic technique would use the word brain to describe their intelligence.” you point out. James simply flicked you in the head.

“And there’s the Animagi thing…” Sirius added.

“That’s a reach.” Remus replied.

“More than the map?” Peter questioned.

Remus sighed. “You guys don’t have to do that for me. I’ve been transforming on my own for years. No need to have buddies now.”

“Nonsense.” you say. “Anything for you, Rem. This is what you deserve.”

The friends looked at each other silently. “Are we ready to pull off the biggest student feat in Hogwarts history?” Sirius whispered.

“Aye, aye.” Everyone cheered.

Peter grinned. “We’re up to no good.”

James smiled back. “Then let us manage our mischief well.”

WIth that the group commenced, exiting the abandoned classroom they used and taking off to class. James walked by your side as you headed to astronomy together.

“I can’t wait till we pin this down. It’s going to be an epic year.” he grinned.

You chuckle. “I know you’ll end up stalking someone, Potter. Evans by the looks of it.”

He shook his head, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Nope. I’m gonna stalk you instead. See if you’re hiding any secrets from me.”

You smile. “What secrets could I possibly be hiding from you, my boy?”

James nudged your side with a smirk. “You’re telling me a good-looking fellow like yourself isn’t sneaking off with some other lad other than their best friends.”

You shook your head, the word “good-looking” repeating itself in your mind. “No. If I did I would tell you.”

“Good.” he said, starting up the stairs to the Astronomy tower. “I don’t need some arsehole stealing you away from me.”

You roll your eyes. “No one could ever steal me from you, James. I’m not a Quaffle.”

He nods with a grin. “Yeah. I suppose you’re more of a Snitch.”

You laugh, dashing up the stairs in hopes that you wouldn’t be late for your Astronomy lesson.

---

As one could guess more pictures and sketches made their home on James Potter’s wall. It was a cluttered mess but beautiful nonetheless. It was as though the wall had an expression of its own with its array of Quidditch jerseys, photographs, art, and ticket stubs. Nobody touched the wall except James as he liked having every picture in place. His wall organized the way he liked it best… messy.

Fifth year was the first year you didn’t see James every week. He had eagerly signed up for Quidditch camp and had left for Wales with promises that’d you write about the boys and the progress on the map and Animagi projects. The projects went well with Peter completing the outline sketches of the maps, Remus filling piles of papers on Animagi transformations and finally Sirius and you gathering the needed ingredients for the Animagi process.

You had grown taller over the summer, hair lightening and your features more accentuated. Eagerly you awaited James’s return and when the time did come you had woken up early in the morning to see him arrive by Portkey on the hill. The second he appeared you had rushed over, engulfing him in a hug. You had missed his touch, his constant nagging and overall the James Potterness that followed him around that would never fade with time.

Meanwhile, he was left out of breath, a couple of inches taller and a smile on his face as he squeezed you back. “Y/N/N! I missed you, you lazy hag.”

You laughed, messing up his hair that sat more neatly than in previous years. “And I missed you, my boy.”

The next days before school were spent catching him up on the map and at the pond by your house. With each swim you noticed the changes in James such as the six-pack the tedious trials at Quidditch camp had given him.

“Oi!” you shouted, splashing him in the face. “Whatever happened to the skinny twig that was my friend?”

He smirked. “Oi! Why are you looking?”

You bit your lip, not allowing him to see you flustered. “I’m sorry. You’re my best friend and it’s a very noticeable change!” you pointed at his toned stomach.

James tapped your nose and you stared at him in annoyance. “It’s only noticeable if you want to notice it.”

He turned around, making to walk back to the shore of the pond. You didn’t remember when James had gotten so cheeky although he’d always been that way, just never with you. Wickedly, you took the bucket that floated beside you and dunked it in the water. With a mischievous grin, you snuck up behind him, dumping the bucket of water on his head.

James turned around with a gasp, jaw dropped. You laughed, a wide smile on your lips at the sight of him drenched in his swim trunks. It wasn’t until his arms tucked along your waist, dragging you to the deeper ends of the pond did the smile drop and his return.

“Why you little…” you seethed. “James Fleamont Potter if you-”

It was too late by then, your body submerged in the water and you swam up, his laughter the first noticeable sound. You scowled as he doubled over with laughter on the shore. “I’m never letting you go to Quidditch camp again.”

The two of you walked home as the sun set, many flicks to the forehead ensuing as you did.

---

Fifth year was by far the most epic year of your Hogwarts experience. Everything was prepared for the Animagi transformation and phase two of the map project was ready to launch with Remus having gained access to the restricted section of the library.

It seemed as though the whole student body had recognized the change in James’s physique which only led to an inflation of his ego. The worst part was that Lily Evans just so happened to be one of those said noticers and while her defiance toward him was still strong, she could be caught staring in class much to James’s delight.

The Animagi process began as soon as the September full moon. While Remus suffered in the Shrieking Shack, the four other Marauders set their Mandrake leaves into their mouths preparing for an uncomfortable month of bitterness on their tongues. The leaves were held under their tongues when talking in class and for the rest of the time they resorted to note passing leaving the entirety of Hogwarts wondering why the Marauders went quiet so suddenly.

During the period between moons, they worked on their map. Stacks of books, both regular and restricted, lay among them. Each had a quill and parchment used to take note of spells or pass messages back and forth. As you worked you received a message from James in the form of a crumpled ball of parchment. You smoothed it out with a sigh.

I hate this thing. It tastes like piss and lime.

You held back a chuckle, writing your own message next to his.

You’re not backing out of this, Potter. It’s for Remus.

He stuck the leaf under his tongue in order to stick it out at you and you rolled your eyes. He scribbled a message back.

I know. I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it.

You smirked, tossing the parchment back to him.

If your scrawny arse can come back from Quidditch camp with abs then you can stomach keeping a leaf in your mouth for a month.

He smoothed it out and you went back to your work only getting in a minute's reading before the parchment bounced off your head. You scowled at his antics but he only looked at his book with a smirk. Unfolding the paper, James’s messy handwriting took up the last blank space on the parchment.

Nice to know you still think about my abs.

Your stomach squirmed at the feeling that inflamed from his words and the smirk that was on his face. You flicked him on the head, throwing the parchment into the fire before Sirius could ask what it was.

---

It took moon soaked leaves, untouched morning dew and a lightning storm to finally complete the transformations. It was on a late November night that a lightning storm finally struck and in the fifth corridor bathroom the Marauders made their first transformations. For Peter, a small rat with a wriggling tail. For Sirius, a pure black dog. For James, a large stag with mighty horns. For you, a sly fox with sleek orange fur.

Thus that night began the use of the nicknames: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Vixen. Dubbed by James and agreed upon all around. The final full moons of fifth year were spent prancing around Hogsmeade alongside Remus whose scars diminished with each transformation spent with his friends.

The downside of it all was the building tension in the school. With Lord Voldemort on the rise, more and more of your classmates were showing their true colors. Select Slytherins no longer wore short sleeves, their wrists always covered even in the heat of summer. Watchful eyes and protective glares, you went home for summer in worry.

Over the summer, Prongs lost his Pronginess. He wrote to Lily Evans most days of the week and now the things she sent him hung on his wall alongside you and the Marauders. An anticipated change but a scary one still. Every outing with James became more about Lily and less about anything else. You could feel your best friend slipping away and you told him so the night before the start of sixth year.

The two of you sat together in the branches of a tree. The sun hit your skin in rays and clouds passed by over your heads. James’s voice droned on about his darling Lily flower and with an unknowing malice you snapped at him. “Shut it!” you groaned.

His eyes looked over at you, hands holding your head in remorse. “Aren’t you happy for me? You’ve been acting off all summer.”

“I’ve been acting off because you’ve been acting off. I am happy for you but Evans is the only thing you talk about these days. What happened to talking about the Tornados or sneaking out together for milkshakes?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s different now.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be.” you exclaim. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t grow up. I support the idea of you no longer being a cheeky bastard. If you’re happy with Evans then I am happy for you. But being with Evans doesn’t mean you have to forget about me or the Marauders or everything else.”

James nodded, a leaf spinning between his fingers as he frowned. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.”

You shake your head. “I am too. Sorry I snapped at you, my boy.” your head fell onto his shoulder the same way it had done for years only this time things had changed. The weight still felt perfect on his shoulder but now his stomach turned and his breath hitched at the close proximity. Things were indeed changing although the two of you only danced around it, not wanting to address the mess you two had made.

Your head was still against his shoulder as you spoke quietly. “Just remember you’re not a Quaffle.”

He chuckled, stroking your hair affectionately. “I guess I’ll be the snitch then.”

You smiled, swimming in the feel of the James Potter you knew so well. Later that night, the two of you snuck out like old times, sharing a chocolate milkshake and sending each other glances the whole way home.

---

Sixth year was a rollercoaster. The map was finished, all the efforts poured out finally receiving an equally impressive outcome with the parchment branded with the names of the Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Vixen. Remus had his first kiss and Sirius decided on leaving home and James welcomed him with open arms.

The other Marauders were not impartial to the changes in your and James’s behavior. The miniscule changes in his face when you napped on his lap or the flush of your skin when he rustled your hair. In all honesty, it was as though the two of you were finally waking up and seeing what they’d been seeing all along. However, your own defiance was strong and love wasn’t simple. James was still under the impression that his heart beat for Lily Evans and you flirted around your feelings as opposed to finally confronting them.

When Gryffindor won the Quidditch season, you were the first one in James’s arms to congratulate him. He spun you around, a large grin on his face. “We won!”

You smiled. “That you did, my boy. Celebration calls and are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Hmm? Let me guess… Firewhiskey?”

“That’s my boy.” you cheer, linking your arm in his and dragging him off the field as Lily Evans watched the boy she had taken a chance on run off with someone else.

---

Firewhiskey made for a fine celebration and resulted in James and you collapsed on the floor of the Gryffindor common room at two in the morning. His glasses were crooked as he stared up at the ceiling and your hair fell in waves on the floorboards.

“Blimey, I can’t believe we won.” James chuckled, his words slurring together slightly.

“You deserve it, my boy.” you say, lightly punching his arm. “How are you feeling on this fine evening?”

His cheeks went pink but a smile overtook his features making for a hilarious expression when he shouted out. “Randy!”

You doubled over with laughter. “Gosh, James. I don’t need to hear about this.” you shove his grinning face with your palm.

“What, you've never felt randy before?” he asked, a childlike expression on his face juxtaposing such an intrusive question.

You hide your embarrassment behind a grin. “Yes, but I’m not going around telling you about it.”

He tapped your nose with the tip of his finger and your stomach swirled. “And why not?”

You turned over to your side. “I’m not sure best friends tell each other about being randy, Prongs.”

James sighed. “I guess not. But how are you feeling, my little vixen?”

With a swig of your drink and a grin you reply. “Randy.”

The two of you erupt into fits of laughter. James pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it’s the whiskey then.”

You stare up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

Both of you knew that wasn’t the case. You knew that despite the whiskey slowing the gears of your mind you still noticed James’s hand laying by your waist. You could still trace the outline of his chin and the bridge of his nose. James could still see the curve of your lips and the rise of your chest. Firewhiskey was most definitely not the cause of your randiness.

But it was the easiest thing to blame.

---

Your birthday came soon after with the Marauders celebrating in joy. Presents were exchanged with Remus giving you some books, Peter knitted (with the help of his mother) a pair of mittens for you and Sirius had gifted you a record to play on your stereo.

But James had to be extravagant. It wasn’t everyday his best friend turned seventeen and he marked the occasion with something expensive yet meaningful. When you opened the small box inside had been a silver fox ring. It’s eyes sparkling gems that twinkled as if blinking.

“James, I’m going to kill you.” you seethed. “This is way too expensive. I’m turning seventeen not fifty.”

He laughed. “Oi, woman! It’s fine. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Besides, only the best for you.”

You stared at it once more before engulfing him in a hug. “It’s beautiful, my boy. Thank you.”

His arms squeezed your waist, breathing you in and remembering the sweet smells of childhood and friendship rolled into one. His eyes closed and it was as if he had drifted off into a pleasant dream. “Of course, my little vixen.”

You made certain to flick his head after.

He was starting to regret giving it to you already.

---

Sixth year came to a close with an even more devastating end than the last. The war only continued to rage with Muggles being murdered miles away from the school, Muggle-borns driving into hiding. Sirius’s brother was slowly falling into line with the other Slytherins, devoting their hours to the torture of Muggleborns, Lord Voldemort and the likes.

James left Hogwarts heart-broken when Lily Evans broke up with him on the last day of term. “Look around!” Lily had told him. “You’re blind, James. I’m not the person you want and it’d be clear if you’d stop and take a look.”

He hadn’t known what she meant and the first week of summer was spent crying and eating ice cream on the sofa with you by his side. His room had become a mess and Lily’s letters no longer remained on the wall instead crumbled up in a ball in the trash.

Euphemia Potter couldn’t dread to see her son in the dumps any longer and she made sure to tell him so one evening after you had left.

“James, you need to get your life together, my love.” she whispered, rubbing her sons back reassuringly.

His words came out muffled into her neck. “It’s hard.”

“I know.” she soothed. “And I’m always going to be there for you.”

“Promise?” he asked.

“Promise.” she smiled. “Now how about you go clean your room. It’s become quite dirty.”

He nodded, trudging to his room with a broom. Lily’s words repeated in his mind as he entered. “You’re blind, James. Look around!” But there was nothing to look for. All he saw was his wall and a soft smile came to his face as he approached it. The Tutshill Tornado banners clung loosely to the paint and drawings of Kneazles and landscapes and trees. Pictures of the Marauders and Gryffindor lions.

And finally the ones of you.

His fingers ran across the picture in the middle. Four-year old James grinning and you licking a lolly. His eyes moved to the next one, seven years old and flying together on a broomstick. A grin broke out on his face as he saw the one with your owl in Diagon Alley, his fingers flicking your forehead. James’s mind was on hyperdrive as he examined each picture, one common factor in almost all of them.

You.

You were in many of the photos, a smile adorned on your face. If you weren’t in the photos you were the one taking them, knowing how much he adored them. Any pictures that hung were sketched by your hands. Here was James Potter’s open story, the story of his life all plastered to the wall as though it was an empty canvas. Present in every moment, every aspect, had been you. You had been the start of his book, the picture of the two of you as tots still smacked in the middle of the wall. Yes, he realized. You had started his book and had remained in it for quite some time.

Lily Evans must’ve noticed and maybe everyone else had too.

James had been blind to the message that was sprawled across his wall. He had been the one writing it, maybe not knowingly but writing it out all the same. Everyone had seen it except the writer and his subject, the message painstakingly clear years prior to its conception.

He quickly removed all the pictures from the wall, grabbing each one that hung and piling them up in his hand. The door swung open as he dashed out of his room yelling, “I’ve got to go, mum!” before running out the front door. The hills of green were illuminated by the night sky, the stars burned for James as he hopped over branches and boulders to get to you.

Your house was in the distance, your figure standing a few feet away from the home. He called out to you, your eyes turned to meet his. When he reached you, he paused, catching his breath.

“James, what on Earth are you doing here?” you laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder as he breathed.

He stood up straight, panting as he held up a photo. “This is us when we were four. The first photo we ever took together.”

You squinted at him. “Right?”

He shuffled through the pictures, fingers tracing each one. “And this is from when we were seven. That one from when we were ten. You gave me this drawing when we were six because you loved Kneazles and wanted one as a pet. That drawing was from the first year when we went skipping stones at the Black Lake and you sketched me and Peter.”

Your face melts slowly. “James, I don’t understand. You’ve had these for years.”

He exhaled, his eyes lighting up. “That’s the thing. I never saw it till now but Lily said I was blind and that she wasn’t the person I wanted.” You nod, wiping the sweat from his forehead with your sleeve and he grinned. “See that right there. That’s what I want.”

The night air bit at your spine. “You want me to wipe the sweat from your forehead?”

He shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Not exactly. I want you to wipe the sweat from my forehead for the next year and the next ten and then the next fifty. You’ve been doing it for years already and the thing is… I don’t think I want anyone else doing it for me.”

You blinked as he came closer, his palms cradling your cheek as you gazed into his eyes. “You’ve been in my life for as long as I could remember and I want you to stay in it for as long as I live. You told me once to not throw around the l-word and I said…”

“But I’ve known you my whole life.” you mutter.

“I think I’ve loved you for a while. I just didn’t know it yet.”

You shook your head as the wind rustled the branches, the windchime on your porch creating soft melodies. A large grin spread across your lips yet you continued to shake your head. “There’s a war, James.”

He smiled. “Only more the reason to be with me.”

“But I’ve been with you my whole life.” you tease.

“Oh, shut up!” he chuckles, before leaning down to capture your lips. At that moment everything made sense. All the pieces of the puzzle sifted into place and the stars applauded you from the sky and the night gale created a ruckus at your shed blindfold.

“Be my Snitch?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “That’s the cringiest thing you’ve ever said, my boy.”

He smirked. “Oh, but you love it.”

“Perhaps I do.” you replied, flicking his forehead for good measure.

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