#my mage is going to be SO unfazed by it

[attractthecrows]

what the hell are the rogue specializations in inquisition lmfao

[brokenmutations]

Night Shift

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Heightened Senses] • POSSIBLE DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS • Joining a new timeline didn’t stop the nightmares from occurring. But at least, he doesn’t suffer alone…or at all after some time • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Major Injuries / Blood Loss / Nightmares / Anxiety

“Another nightmare?”

Logan looks away from the scene that was New York City late at night to catch the eyes the voice came from, which happened to be Y/N. She had stepped out onto the fire escape for her own reasons and to her surprise there was Logan on the escape of the apartment next door.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that”

“Better than Wade sleepwalking. Had to save him from you cutting his head off for almost grabbing your balls” Y/N scoffs, bringing herself to sit in the stairs of the escape looking out to the same scene. “Should give you some rope to tie him to his and Al’s bed because who knows when he’ll sleep walk”

“If you’re offering, I’ll take it” Logan scoffs leaning over the railing listening to the noise that he both misses and wishes it would stop. Which really makes him miss his home in the woods…back in his timeline with his Y/N.

“I know you’re not one for charity, but if you ever need a good nights sleep or company after a bad night…my door, or window is always open”

“I’ll think about it next time, bub” Logan pulled himself away from the railing to bring himself back inside as Y/N remained outside taking in every single sound of New York before wincing and putting her headphones back on while heading back inside.

Logan thought a few nights with a nightmare each time that he could handle it. But staying up after every occurrence only made him grumpier and Wade wasn’t having it for the most part.

“I can tell just by your baby hand that Logan didn’t sleep well”

“All I ask for this writer is to give him SOMETHING, but no! Who cares about plot nowadays we all saw his fucking Hawaiian roll buttered up abs” Wade groans behind the mask wishing he didn’t agree to this mission with Y/N. “Sorry. Kitty was angry this morning because of the lack of sleep he’s been having.”

“I got that much, Wilson” Y/N frowns rubbing circles on his back before suddenly taking his katana and slicing the once running target that entered the wrong alley way. “Guess it’s a short day”

“Bless your fucking heart” Wade quickly took his phone out taking a picture of the hit and sending it to the contact. “I’ll send you your money when I get it”

“Are you going to use most of yours for cocaine again?”

“Get your bloodhound nose out of mine alright?!”

Y/N watched him leave amused for a moment before disposing of the body because baby-hand-magee couldn’t for whatever reason.

Returning to the apartment later than usual didn’t bother Y/N, but she also didn’t expect someone to be in her apartment at the hour that it was. She knew there was someone given her senses, so when she flicked the light on for Logan to scramble suddenly and notice her unfazed expression he was a bit surprised. But so was she a little.

“I didn’t think you’d take me up on it”

Logan shrugs a bit not knowing what to say as Y/N couldn’t fight back a smile. She enters the apartment entirely, shutting the door behind her as she drops her bag on the floor.

“Make yourself at home” Y/N shot him another smile while she walked past him to enter the kitchenette setting down the takeout bag she had along with her other belonging.

The man obviously felt foreign in her apartment even with the invitation. Logan brought himself to sit on the couch watching her movements that weren’t much different from her. Except for more hesitation when handling things that might overwhelm her senses.

“I got takeout and I always buy extra if you’re interested.” Y/N gestures with her head to the kitchen she stood in if he wanted some. But when he didn’t come once she finished putting her dinner in a bowl, she decided to make him one regardless.

While she did such, Logan looked at the frame pictures on the wall behind the couch noticing there was a picture of him. He brought his whole body to face it and get a better look.

This universe’s Logan looked happy and so did Y/N beside him. There was another beside it that was a Polaroid with Laura looking at the picture confused but had a laughing Y/N in the background with Logan reaching for the thing.

“There’s a whole box of Polaroids I can grab that she took from when she was younger” Y/N’s voice startled him slightly as if he had gotten caught for looking at pictures. “Some are very blurry but they mean a lot to Laura and I so I keep them” she handed his plate which he wasn’t going to refuse after she took the time to plate it.

Before she sat with him, Y/N pulled a box out from under the couch setting it beside him. “Whenever you want to look at them” she stated while finally sitting to eat her late dinner, she reached into her coat pocket to take out a bottle of pills and dropped one on top of her rice. Causing Logan to stare and inspect his food. “I didn’t drug yours. It’s my sleeping pill, I have to eat something with it and this just makes it easier”

You don’t need them, sweetheart. Just focus on my heartbeat. That’ll calm you down

Sometimes it’s as fast as jackrabbit, Lo. Are you sure it’ll work?

You’ve said the pills make yea sick in the morning. Even more drowsy. This will work and if not, I’ll help you find alternatives

Okay, love. You know I trust you

Logan’s heart started to ache for what he lost in his timeline and Y/N felt the mood shift as they sat together eating. She wanted to comfort him but didn’t want to over step in any way.

After some time and a little clean up, Y/N went to bed once she got the foldable bed ready for Logan. Leaving him with a box of pictures alone to go through. He didn’t right away and stayed in the bed trying to sleep but wanting to know what this world’s Logan was like to these two important people in his life was itching his brain.

A lot of the Polaroids were blurry and could tell those looking that the young photographer was just learning how to use it. Then they got clearer and Laura would mainly take pictures of Y/N with her because she didn’t mind it. But there was several of Logan both pissed that he’s being photographed and the occasional one where he’s admiring Y/N.

Then there’s a few, like three Polaroids…where her Logan had taken them. One of her sleeping on his chest, another with just the two of them, then one of Y/N in a window holding Laura as she slept. The back of it had some writing on it…

Who I’m fighting for

Logan couldn’t help but feel the pain that Y/N could’ve possibly—-and most likely did feel when she read that a moment after her Logan passed. It made sense why she sobbed when reuniting with Laura.

This kept him awake for a while longer until he finally let sleep take over.

More into the night is when Y/N woke through a haze hearing heavy breathing. The apartment was small even with a one bedroom so she could hear everything regardless of her mutation. She pulled herself out of the bed grabbing the oversized flannel off her chair to slip on so she wouldn’t be in just a tank top and shorts when investigating.

It was obvious what was happening when Y/N drew close to Logan’s tossing form. She carefully moved the box of Polaroid off the bed before bringing herself beside him.

“Logan…” Y/N whispers watching him grip onto the sheets and the smallest glint of metal revealing itself. “Logan it’s just a nightmare”

He wasn’t coming out of it and Y/N knew what could happen next. She then decided to risk it and do what she used to do for him.

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“Logan it’s okay…you’re okay, nothing is harming anyone you love” Y/N whispers, resting her head on Logan’s chest that was once rising and falling at an unbearable speed. But the second her head rested on it, it slowed. “You’re okay…we’re okay…I’m okay…”

Once Logan calmed, he brought his arms around her sighing. He pressed his lips onto the top of her head feeling her relax against him.

“You just…know how to bring me back”

“I’ll always find a way to bring you back, Lo. Even if it kills me”

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The second her head rested on his chest, Logan relaxed and the small hint of his claws coming out retracted back. He didn’t wake but he finally relaxed.

“You’re okay, Lo” Y/N whispers rubbing circles on his chest feeling his body relax beneath her. “Everything is going to be okay”

She let the exhaustion take her from the day and found herself fast asleep on him. The steady of his breathing and his heartbeat calmed her…calmed all the sounds she’s been overwhelmed with…

This has been happening for a while. Logan sleeping over and Y/N helping him sleep. She would normally slip out of his embrace during an early hour of the day so he wouldn’t notice. But after the first five times, he’s noticed. He didn’t want to say anything because he enjoyed it. Especially the one time she didn’t get up early and remained there peacefully, giving Logan a chance to admire her while she slept.

They both missed this with their universe’s other…but there was also more than their other had

The most recent time it happened, it was extra difficult to get Logan to fall back asleep with his claws still retracted. That when Logan woke in the morning, disappointed she wasn’t there…he realized shortly why when Y/N handed him coffee and her arm was bandaged. You can’t lie to Logan. You can try but it won’t work. He knows he cut her by accident and it was her first time but her first time with this Logan.

“I’m sorry…” Logan randomly told her when he accompanied her and Wade on a job. The two of them taking look out after Wade insisted ‘he got this’

“Nightmares are scary things, Logan. We all do things when we have them”

“I…You’ve never had them with me around” Logan whispered. “Or least when I’ve been around…”

“I guess I’ve been sleeping better…have been taking my sleeping pills less” Y/N knew the blush on her complexion was giving her away on how she felt and Logan tried so hard to ignore it but the tips of his ears burned red. “What’s taking Wade so long? I can’t hear any fighting or—-“

“Smell any blood. Should we—-“ Logan was cut off by the sound of an explosion as he instinctively covered Y/N who covered her ears until she felt alright to release. “Fucking moron”

“Awww thanks for the new nickname, peanut” Wade cheers strutting out of the now burning building with one less arm. He noticed their position and couldn’t help the smirk on his face. “So!” Ignoring the current fire. “Are you two coming to my party later? Al says she found cocaine but knowing her she probably had Mary Puppins sniff some questionable white bags so it could actually end up being meth”

“I don’t think the poor pup is an efficient drug sniffing dog” Y/N commented as she went into her bag to put her headphones on. “Besides. I’d love to but I have another job later”

“You uh need a hand?” Logan asked, sensing the devilish smirk on Wade’s face resulting in him unsheathing his claws making him hold his hands up.

“I was instructed to take it on alone…but I’ll be alright. Usually am” Y/N reassures. “You’re still…allowed to be in my apartment if you don’t want to be at the party for the whole thing”

“Oh he’s gonna stay. Yukio is gonna do tarot readings” Wade wrapped his baby arm around Logan, enticing a growl out of the man.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile before throwing her backpack on. “Just don’t get into too much trouble, Wade. I hate talking to the landlord for you” and with that said, she left the two to clean up whatever mess there could be after what Wade did.

The party was a bit much. Logan was starting to get frustrated even if he sat on the couch with Dogpool watching everybody get drunk, have their tarots read, and listen to more of Wade’s sex stories. He wasn’t doing much but nursing a beer and think about her. She’s been on his mind for much longer than when she said she was doing a job solo. He was going to take that night as an opportunity to admit to feelings he’s felt much longer than the time Y/N first helped him with his nightmares.

She’s always been patient with him when he was standoff-ish in the beginning.

She kept her cool when he’d yell out his frustration

She never hesitated to give him answers to any questions he had about her Logan or Laura

She always listens. Never pushes her thoughts.

She’s there whenever you need her.

Every Logan will love every Y/N out there…

Mary Puppins suddenly stirred beside Logan which he normally didn’t care about given she can do what she pleases. But she jumped off the couch and instantly went to the door starting to scratch it. Given the hour it was, 2AM, Wade was plastered and couldn’t take her out so he decided to do it himself.

Once the pup was strapped in her harness and leash, Logan opened the door only for Puppins to lunge forward and toward something that only made him grumble with the force she was giving.

“Calm down, bub. We’ll get outside soon” Logan sighs shutting the door behind him and stilling for a moment when he heard footsteps. He quickly scoops up Mary Puppins and hesitantly approaches the stairs.

If it wasn’t Mary Puppins in his arms, he’d drop everything. Instead he carefully set her down before quickly approaching Y/N and her fragile state.

“What happened?” Logan frowns hearing his heartbeat rapid in his ears as he tried to remain calm even if her currently bleeding state wasn’t helping.

“A lot. I…I wanna sleep”

“No, bub. You’re bleedin’ we gotta stop it…or—“ Logan froze when Y/N collapsed in his arms and he didn’t hesitate to yell for Wade.

It’s been an annoyingly anxiety inducing couple of hours in the ER, then the waiting room. Logan sat beside Wade who kept dozing off every now and then because of the booze in his system but at least Mary Puppins in his arm licked his face to perk him up. Logan’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and the scowl on his face became more permanent expression until he heard any news.

In a panic, Laura quickly entered the waiting room scanning the room and locking eyes with Logan before approaching.

“What happened?!”

“A job gone wrong. It happens.” Wade yawns rubbing his eyes and once he got the sleepiness out of them he was met with an identical glare from Laura that matched the one on Logan’s. “What? She passed out before we got details, angel babies. We won’t know more until she wakes up. What I said is the best you’re gonna get” he sighed turning himself toward the reader of this story. “Afraid if I say more. I’ll traumatize the nurses over my baby limbs more than the amount of blood that escapes my hot bod”

Now as the four of them wait, with the occasional letting the pup out to do her business, Logan couldn’t help but think of when he lost his Y/N.

It wasn’t like with the rest of the X-Men, but if some of the X-Men were still alive. They would say it’s the reason he left in the first place

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“What do you mean she didn’t leave the building?!” Logan shouted at Scott only to leave the plane in a hurry back to the scene.

“Jean stop hi—-“

“No”

“Jean.”

“Scott, let him go” Ororo sided with Jean in the silent agreement of he needs to see for himself.

The smell of her blood stained his senses the closer he got to it. Why didn’t they try and save her? What did she say to them?

Instead of those questions piercing a thought in his mind, Logan found Y/N barely hanging on and the only reason they didn’t pull her out because if they did…she would only die instantly and she needed him. For one last moment.

“No…No no no��Y/N, baby” Logan’s voice cracked at the sight as he dropped to his knees trying to figure out a way to cut through the beams that were piercing her in several places. “Baby I-I’m gonna…I-I…I-I’ll get you out. Yeah I will…”

“Lo…p-please…we both know—-“

“No! I can’t. I-I can’t lose y-you” He sobbed, this man with a rough exterior sobbed and it only broke her heart as she reached for him. Feeling his cheek gently place itself in her palm. “Please…D-Don’t leave me”

“I love you. I love you so m-much” Y/N winced feeling the pain subside but only in that direction. “Y-You…y-ou’ll find me…a-again…p-promise”

“Y/N…” Logan sobbed gripping her wrist and focusing on her breathing that started to slow. “I love you. Fuck I love you so much. I didn’t say it enough. I-I love you.” He cried watching the love of his life wither.

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But this wasn’t happening again.

Laura laid her head on the side of Y/N’s bed with Logan’s jacket draped over her as she occupied the chair by her bed. While Logan sat in the one in the far corner. Wade had to bring Mary Puppins home and tell those who stayed the night after a drunken party that Y/N pulled through.

What happened was Y/N took another job for the same guy that her job with Wade and Logan came from. But the purpose of it being solely only her was to trap her and force information out of her on the regenerative properties the two have. She knows very little about the properties because Wade doesn’t know how his manifested and Logan’s don’t need a rocket scientist to figure out. They thought they hit the gold mine when capturing her but instead while they met their inevitable end, Y/N gotten beaten and physical broken in the process.

Which explains the sling made for collar bone fractures on her, and the bandaging around her torso for more than just internal bleeding but to stabilize the broken ribs. The bruises and cuts littered are self explanatory.

The only plus side to all of this in her case was how sterile and quiet a private hospital room is.

All Y/N heard were their heartbeats and how fast they were going given her current state.

“I’m…n-not dying. You can calm just a little bit” Y/N sighed out, hearing the quick shuffling indicating Logan practically shot out of his chair approaching her other side while Laura gently rested her hand on Y/N’s that was rested on her stomach. “I’m okay sweet girl” she reassured taking her hand into hers as she finally opened her eyes wincing slightly at the light and her shifting only to feel the extent of her injuries. “T-That goes for you too, Lo…I’m okay.”

“Your injuries say otherwise” Logan frowns sitting on the edge of the bed watching Laura hesitantly climb into the bed after Y/N ushered her to do so. “Don’t…don’t let her move too much, kid”

“Worrywart. She’s fine.” Y/N let her lay beside her as Laura was always mindful of injuries and didn’t mess with any of the tubes she was connected to.

She was in the hospital for three days. Laura stayed for two and went back to Y/N’s apartment to clean it up for when she comes back. Including getting her prescriptions and things. Logan stayed for all three days. She wanted him to stay for all three days.

“You okay on the pull out bed?” Y/N tried to help make the bed with the one arm but Logan quickly and gently took the part of the blanket out of her hand. “I can still help”

“You broke your collarbone on the left side, sweetcheeks. You ain’t lifting a finger even if five are out of commission” Wade tugged too much on his side resulting in a grumble from Logan and Laura to push him away.

“I’m okay on the couch bed, mo—-Y/N” Laura couldn’t help the embarrassed blush to rise on her cheeks for almost calling Y/N mom in front of others. Even if that’s what she is to her.

Wade being Wade was about to comment until Y/N glared at him before tiredly making her way to her room. Logan hesitantly follows, letting Laura boss Wade around to help her finish making the bed even if he’s already messed up.

“So uh. She’s staying on the couch bed so I’ll go back to Wa—-“

“You can sleep with me…” Y/N had her back turned to him which she was grateful given the blush that started to spread. “I’ll be bounded to one side since I have to be sleeping sitting up. Plenty of space for another body”

“I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you any further by accident”

“I promise you…you won’t hurt me” She frowns reaching for another pillow, only for Logan to stop her and do it himself.

Once the night stilled and Wade was sleeping on the floor while Laura took the bed…Logan laid awake beside Y/N’s still form occasionally glancing over to make sure she’s still breathing. As much as she was saved and alive, he couldn’t help the fear aching in his chest that she would disappear right before him.

The second he shut his eyes, they instantly shot open causing him to quickly look at her seeing her breathing heavy and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Y/N—-“ Logan quickly maneuvered on the bed to be sat on his knees by her side. Resting his hand on her face watching her face grimace and her eyes remain close. “Y/N, baby it’s a nightmare—-“

“P-Please…Please don’t take them from me again” She begged, still in her unconscious state as the tears kept coming her body tensed at first when she felt another hand rest on her other cheek. But suddenly relaxed and sobbed more while she opened her eyes. “Logan…everything is too loud”

Logan frowns wiping away her tears letting his body relax beside her and bringing her close while minding her injuries. The sense of protectiveness he emitted brought an old familiar warm feeling in Y/N’s chest as she looked up at him with a pleading expression.

“Just focus on my heartbeat, that’ll calm you down” He whispers being mindful of the noise happening inside her head as she rests her head on his shoulder keeping her eyes on him. “Breathe…just listen. Focus on that” he relaxed himself enough so his heart wouldn’t be pounding in her ears.

But the second she focused and started to finally relax after the nightmare, Y/N shut her eyes letting the last of the tears fall.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you” He whispers to her bringing his lips to her forehead hearing a soft sigh escape her lips.

“Logan…”

“Hm? What is it, princess?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“I’m not going anywhere”

[merlingenrecs]

Peace reigns, Arthur is King, magic roams free, and Merlin is finally able to embrace his destiny in the open. Whether it’s stories set in an idyllic Camelot where old prejudices have been overcome, or simply quiet moments of happiness shared between friends, this category is all about the Golden Age being truly golden.

Today's gen fic rec theme: Happy Golden Age

↓ Find the list of fanfic recs under the cut! ↓

⚬ Freedom by reelin_writer, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/35368405 summary: "The first few days after magic was legalized, Merlin passed out four times." The new Court Sorcerer is collapsing right and left. After the initial panic, the populace is unfazed. Even Gaius acts like it's normal. By the third time, Arthur's the only one that doesn't seem to think Merlin's behavior is natural. Well, if no one else will, Arthur's going to get to the bottom of it.

⚬ Other Duties as Assigned by N16, 5k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/33804967 summary: Tess finds many things about Camelot strange, but nothing quite as strange as Merlin, the king’s… Well. That’s the strange thing. Try as she may, Tess can’t figure out quite what Merlin is.

⚬  In the Light of Day by N16, 3k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/48470635 summary: It’s not a big deal. Arthur and Merlin get attacked in the forest and they successfully defend themselves. It has happened a hundred times before. And yet this time, it’s entirely different.

⚬ Magic Wanders Free by N16, 3k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/38988387 summary: Merlin has magic. Arthur knows that now. He can do all kinds of dramatic, extraordinary things. Perhaps even more miraculously, he can also do a million little things. And he doesn’t even realize it.

⚬ The Royal Pet by N16, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/39395520 summary: It’s very convenient having a sorcerer as Arthur’s manservant. Unless, of course, Arthur gets on said sorcerer’s nerves. Then things get… decidedly less convenient.

⚬ When the Inevitable Comes by N16, 3k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/49949851 summary: It was inevitable that one day, one of them would be left behind. Someone had to die first. They both knew that. They did not, however, agree on who that someone would be.

⚬ Coming Home by N16, 7k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/50026903 summary: When a simple errand turns into something dark and violent, Merlin returns to Camelot with wounds both inside and out. And he’s in no condition to take care of himself, whether he realizes it or not.

⚬ Lucky Roll by N16, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/29379705 summary: Months after Arthur learns about Merlin’s magic, he suddenly realizes the truth about all of those games of dice. He is not happy.

⚬ The Great Tavern Conspiracy by N16, 5k, rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/34503646 summary: Arthur knows that Merlin isn't at the tavern. That's just a lie Merlin used to tell, back before Arthur knew he had magic. So if Merlin isn't at the tavern all those times he disappears, where the hell is he?

⚬ Speak (With) Your Mind by s0mmerspr0ssen, 7k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/43308666 summary: When Merlin sets out to teach mindspeech to Arthur, he couldn't have known just how much it would affect the friendship between King and Court Mage.

⚬ With this I Protect (For this is My Oath) by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/52629106 summary: Yule is the time of year to reflect on the past year and look forward to the year ahead. But with the guilt that lingers and the people they lost? How does one look forward? This is a story of love, protection and promises.And fluff, of course of Merlin and his best friend's son.

⚬ Like Father, Like Son by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/40868550 summary: "Shut up, idiot. I didn't ask him to break into the vaults. It was his own idea." Merlin chuckled. "Doesn’t surprise me. You both have terrible ideas. Like father, like son." Really, the Prince need to stop following his father's advice on certain things.

⚬ Grumblings of the Head Knight by salted_popcorn, 1k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/40868700 summary: Council sessions were tedious, boring and repetitive. Everyone hated them. But no one had figured out it was Sir Leon's revenge plan. Oh, and Merlin had burned down half of the castle. Leon did not want to deal with things anymore.

⚬ Greet The Dawn by Flight_of_Fantasy, 6k, rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/43201323 summary: Merlin is terribly nervous about the transition from servant to court sorcerer, and Gwen knows a thing or two about transitioning from a servant to a member of the court. Luckily, she has a remedy. She began it when she became Queen, and she's more than happy to share her secret with Merlin.

[roxxiies]

WOOOO big fan 🎉

As a mage/mm main, I have a personal feud with all assassins. Could I request a sorta rival relationship btw the mid/gold lancer player and any of the enemy assassins?

𝐃𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

SFW, FEM!READER, SCENARIOs

a.n.: I frequently see these men in game and they never fail to make me try hard,, also, when was the last time I've mentioned Dy?

He’s rough with you, landing blows that deal damage but never enough to knock you out. And sometimes, he’d straddle you during the fight, teasing you about how, even with his weight on you, you still can’t lift him off. And even brushing off your efforts.

“Wow, was that your ultimate?” Dyrroth snickers, his hand resting lazily over the slight visible burn on his abdomen as if the damage you inflicted was nothing.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, annoyance burned within you. You hated it; you hated how he seems unfazed with your attacks. Sure, he was the enemy, but did he really have to find pleasure in annoying you? Couldn't he just move on after a quick fight?

“Oh, come on, don’t get so quiet now,” Dyrroth teased as he circled you with slow and taunting steps. “A lil' pathetic, I'd say. You need to try harder if you plan on actually hitting me."

Your grip tightened around your weapon. How was your suffering so enjoyable to him? You desperately needed a way to shut him up for good. But it was Dyrroth, after all—cocky, skilled, and so hard to take down.

And without even thinking, you shot back, “If I win this match, you have to leave me alone—no more taunting, no more of your games.”

Dyrroth’s eyes lit up with amusement as he easily dodged your next attack, smirking as if your frustration was just a joke to him. “Oh?” he chuckles, slowly stepping closely to you. “And what happens if I win?”

You huffed, regretting your proposed wager. His grin twisted as he noticed your hesitation, “If I win, you’ll be my little loyal servant for the next few matches.”

The thought of bowing to Dyrroth—obeying his orders—felt like fate worse than death, but at the same time, the idea of finally getting him off your back was just too tempting to pass up.

“Deal.” you huffed as pride swells in your chest. You couldn’t let him win. There was too much to lose now.

He'd poke at you—swift, quick attacks that you barely notice coming. He's just too skilled with his ability, too prideful. That you promised soon, you'd be able to take him down and finally guarantee victory. But right now, that vision was blurry.

He barely glanced over his shoulder as he felt your presence behind him. Ling didn't even flinch as your spell barely grazed his shoulder.

“Too slow,” he remarked with that annoyingly calm tone. He then flipped effortlessly off the stone, landing gracefully behind you with his blade pointed towards the ground as if your attacks weren't even worth acknowledging. You scoffed, he's mocking you.

You felt frustrated by every second with him. Ling was skilled when it came to mobility, making it impossible to pin him down. That every time you got close enough, he'd slip away as if smoke, and not giving you the satisfaction of landing a hit. It wasn't just his speed that annoys you—it was the way he never took you seriously.

“Hell, can you just stand still for once?” you snapped, turning to face him. “Or are you too scared to fight me head-on?”

He chuckled, “Why would I waste time standing still?” His tone wasn't malicious, but he sounded so unbothered. He leaped upward again, perching on another ledge.

“You talk about fighting me head-on,” Ling added with his back towards you. “Like you'd be able to catch up with me."

“I’ll catch up to you,” you echoed, gripping your weapon tighter. “And when I do, I'm going to make the most of it.”

Ling’s grin widened slightly, amused by your confidence. He rested his sword against his shoulder with his stance relaxed. “I’m looking forward to it, little bird.” Then, with a swift movement, he vanished again, leaving you standing there... alone with your thoughts.

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[withlove-xixi]

Hello, this is the beastman reader anon, I loved your thoughts on that, and gotta agree all the girls of dungeon meshi don't get enough fics. 🤝

Laios and Chil have tons, heck even Senshi

So in light of that, and you now being my favorite writer, what do you think of poly farcille x reader? Because these girls need a lot of love, and definitely someone to love and protect because holy fu how are these mages so accident and injury prone??? They're living their childhood friends to lovers and fall in love with their new party member? Yoink, they're a throuple now

Plus, Marcille needs someone to comfort her and hold her when Falin gets turned into a Chimera. Someone else who can't bear to see their love hurt and wants to try and see if she's still in there. Cue monsterfucker era for them, they guess? and possible shenanigans where the dragon part of Falin sees them as her mate

Plus someone else to hate Chilchuck using Shuro falling in love with Falin as an example of healers doing their job causing feelings to sprout, and someone to carry Marcille around when she gets injured which is sadly often

-💪🐺 anon

— MARCILLE + FALIN THOUGHTS: marcille x reader x falin

ᥫ cw: kind of angst ★ HELLO SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE (TAKING A SHORT BREAK FROM MY KINKTOBER WRITINGS) BUT HOLYYY FUCK !@?#!@ FIRST OF ALL, GENIUS. FARCILLE AND THEIR SILLY LITTLE S/O?? BRILLIANT I LOVE IT!! SECOND ... ME BEING YOUR FAVORITE WRITER ... I AM IN TEARS ANONIE!! ILY

marcille and falin had some strange thing going on in the sense you couldn't quite tell if they were friends or lovers. turns out, it was a secret third thing that you had no idea involved you.

see, falin was a quiet girl. she didnt usually voice out her feelings and emotions. in fact, she preferred to keep things like that private, show her affections in quieter, simpler ways.

that was until she noticed marcille being strangely affectionate and close with you. only then did she start being a bit more around you especially.

and really that was the only time you started noticing. at first you thought your bonds as friends and colleagues were jst improving, finally getting the attention and appreciation from the other party members. marcille started offering to help you pack up your things or would offer to heal your minor wounds and stuff. but then falin started coming to sit next to you every meal time, she starts walking faster to be beside you, she even starts offering you some of her snacks.

it was nice, really it was. well, before things started getting a bit out of hand. it started as subtle glances at each other, ones you first thought to be some secret code between them. then it evolved to small things like racing to sit next to you or walk next to you. then it turned into quiet bickering. then it turned into out-right trying to one up each other. and by then you couldn't take it anymore, confused and worried all this was putting a strain on their friendship. that was until they both, in a fit of frustration, had admitted to you that they both liked you.

you realize the solution is simple and right in your face; why dont date both of them?

and so you do! thus begins the sweetly awkward first few steps into your polycule, one where falin seemed unfazed by the idea (in fact she seemed more than happy with the compromise) and where marcille would flush bright red and every small thing. it was adorable, both of the were.

among the three of you, marcille definitely was taking the longest to get used to things. the first few weeks were when her pride got in the way the most, either refusing to share falin with you or you with falin. it took a while for her to start being more open, for the lack of a better term. and it took you and falin a lot of very gently prying her off one another and spending time as a trio. though it hasn't stopped her from being envious every time she sees you and falin snuggled together near the campfire or sat next to each other at a pub, because the instant she sees you two, she pouts and slides herself between you two. she's a jealous girl, having two partners was NOT going to help lol.

falin's the opposite, as much as she was admittedly somewhat jealous before you all started dating. she's just happy she gets to be with her favorite people because she's literally living the dream life.

well, until her chimerafication and sudden it's just you and marcille. it was .. definitely something terribly difficult you two had to go through, but at least you were there for each other. and being for each other lead to the unspoken promise of being there for falin. while you two never really spoke too much about it (mainly because it'd upset marcille and leave her inconsolable for a few days), it was always in the back of your heads. there was always that part of you that felt incomplete because of it, and it was a part you were determined to get back.

marcille definitely got more clingy when the venture back down the dungeon for falin began, and all the more so when you had learned the fate of falin. she'd fuss way more about you, your health and your injuries. she was always ready to expend her mana just to heal you, even the tiniest of scratches. so you try not to get hurt, because it's something easier to do that to break marcille's heart even more. you have to be brave, for her and falin.

[sirhamburrger]

chapter 1: late empty [rayne ames x f!reader] || wc: 767 || next chapter

applying an acceleration spell to her school-approved loafers, she runs through easton's hallowed halls, black cloak flapping in the wind. she curses headmaster wahlberg and his love for spiral staircases as her legs begin to ache.

at the top of the tower the office doors fly open before she can even knock, and four figures turn to look at her. margarette macaron from orca house stares at her curiously, their lips curving into a slow smile. abel walker and abyss razor of lang house are quite unfazed, and exchange quick glances before turning their attention back to the headmaster.

and rayne ames.

she's seen this same annoyed look on his face a billion times. when people are holding up the lunch queue. when their classmates ask stupid questions in magic history class. and especially when people are late to said class. and she hates it, every time.

still panting from the exertion, she somehow manages to pull herself together, standing at her fellow adler prefect's side. the irritation radiating off rayne is practically palpable. she chooses to ignore that, bowing deeply to the headmaster.

“my deepest apologies, headmaster. a bunch of rowdy sophomores were brawling in the magical medicine corridor, and i got held up breaking the fight up.”

wahlberg only chuckles, much to her relief. “good to see you’re already doing your duties even before the year’s officially begun, prefect. your tardiness is excused.”

“thank you, sir.”

he starts to pace back and forth behind his table, and she groans internally. wahlberg is infamous for his lengthy chats with students - though one might call them half-hour-long soliloquies, more accurately. “i’ll keep this short,” he says, and she finds she doesn’t believe him one bit.

“we have a very important matter at hand this year, hence why i appointed an extra prefect for some houses…” his voice trails off as margarette raises their hand. “yes, prefect macaron?”

“forgive my bluntness, but why not for orca?”

“hmm.” wahlberg is temporarily stunned at the unexpected boldness of the question. “i suppose no other third-year in house orca was fit to serve in this role.”

she tries to hide her smirk, and the corners of abel’s mouth seem to twitch ever so slightly. margarette seems sufficiently satisfied with his answer, nodding serenely.

“prefect ames, you would have already been informed of this, but the bureau of magic has reason to believe that the magical world will soon be in danger. perhaps we already are.” 

he says it calmly but earnestly, and to hear these words from one of the greatest mages that ever lived is more than enough to send shivers down her spine. 

“at present we are safe enough, but i require your assistance in keeping the student body from harm. after all, the youth of our world are also the future of our world. if you see any of your peers - or professors - acting strangely, report to me directly and immediately. we cannot have any student or teacher corrupted and indoctrinated by evil. is that understood?”

they all nod, and wahlberg dismisses them soon after, just as he had promised.

“the old man's gone insane,” abel states matter-of-factly, his tone clipped as always; it makes her bristle. “surely if we were in any real danger, the bureau would already have taken measures to protect the public.”

“we have our reasons,” rayne says coolly. “i wouldn't expect you to understand them.”

“bold of you to speak on the behalf of the bureau-”

“enough.” she steps in between the two of them, arms crossed. “i didn't just break up a fight between some dumb adler and lang sophomores so the two of you can mouth off outside wahlberg's office. we're in this together. i hope you understand that.”

abel stares at her, eyes almost empty. his jaw clenches ever so slightly, but she doesn't break eye contact.

finally, he lets out a small noise of annoyance.

“abyss, let's go.” he turns on his heel and starts to walk away, abyss trailing behind him. margarette takes their leave as well. 

“i could've handled it myself,” she hears rayne say coldly from behind her.

glad to see you haven't changed one bit, she wants to say, but holds her tongue. “didn't seem like it,” she challenges instead.

the divine visionary stalks past her. not even bothering to look back. “refrain from being late next time” is his only reply. “it's very unprofessional.”

she sees him disappear around the corner, and her hands clench into fists, bunching up the fabric of her robe.

oh, she really, really hates rayne ames.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

watching mashle s2 with my irls

i think i fell in love all over again...

TAGLIST: @xenop0p

© sirhamburrger 2024

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 10: 𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽

WOOOOOOOOOO ITS TIME TO WRITE FOR MY FAVORITE BABY BOY 😍😍😍

A good morning indeed y’all… a good morning indeed.

Slowly catching up!

Help I can literally hear Yami’s voice saying this and it’s so akdncjnsjrbc

—there do be tickles under the cut ngl—

Tags: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss @rachi-roo

Finral had to do a quick double take when his captain reported that they were going to train him today. Yami? Train? Him? What was the occasion? Was it his birthday and he just didn’t know? Who is this man, and what did he do with his captain?

“Wheels, you’re with me today.” Yami reported, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Let’s get those portals of yours workin’ better, eh?”

“S-Sure but, what’s the uh… what’s the occasion?”

“Whaddaya mean, kid? I’m your captain, ‘s my job to train ya’ every now and then.”

Finral smiled. “Y-Yeah! How are we going to-“

The spatial mage noticed a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye. After turning his head, it was gone.

“Did you- nevermind…”

As Yami was outlining the plan to his subordinate, the brown-haired boy was scarcely focused. His eyes kept darting around as the silver flashes continued to appear. “Hey, wheels-“

With brows furrowed, Finral pivoted, trying to catch the silver flash.

“-ls.”

“eels-“

“HEY, FINRAL!”

Blinking rapidly, the spatial mage was brought back to reality. “Oh! Uh, sorry sir… I thought I’d seen someth-“

In a quick moment, Finral yelped and dragged Yami through a hastily made portal.

“The hell, kid?”

“There- I saw- behind you-“ he sputtered. “G-GHOST! Ghost! I saw a ghost!”

“We don’t have ghosts here.” The dark magic user replied, unfazed.

“I swear! I saw it! It had silver hair and all white clothes!”

“Silver hair and all white… oh.” Yami chuckled. I bet my bottom dollar that it’s just Henry.” The captain turned stood still for a moment, closing his eyes and seemingly focusing on something.

“Captain Yami..?!” the brunette whimpered.

“Shh, focusing.”

“But there’s-“

“Hey! SHH!”

Finral went silent and stood anxiously by his captain’s side. The pair sat in an uncomfortable silence, unmoving for a good amount of time.

Yami suddenly whipped around with a shout and wrapped an arm around the other mage’s chest. “Don’t worry, wheels. I’ll keep you safe from the ghost!”

“Captain Y-ahahami!” Finral wiggled and slapped his free hand over his mouth, as he felt fingers wiggle on his left side.

“I have to save you from the ghost, don’t you know? Ghosts are scared of loud laughing.” The dark magic user reported, once again attacking the latter’s side.

“Yahahamihihi. Thahahats nohohohot- PFF- Nohohohoho!”

As Yami’s hand traveled to Finral’s stomach, the mage kicked his legs helplessly, throwing his head back against the broad chest behind him. “Cahahaptahahain! Ihihihi- stahahap! Ghohohosts ahaharehehent scahahared!”

“Well sure they are! I haven’t seen this “ghost” since I’ve started ticklin’ ya’, kid.”

The spatial mage’s face flushed red at the accursed word. “HNGH- DoHOHOnt sahahat thahahat!”

“Say what? Ghost?” The captain feigned innocence.

“Nohohoho! Thehehe-nyeahahaha! Thehehe ohohother wohohohord.”

“Ohhhhh, you mean the T word?” Yami teased. “Ah, no matter how old you get, you’re still just like a little kid, Finral.”

“Stahahahap teheheasihihing mehehe!” the brunette whined. “Ahahahand mohohove spohohots! Ihihi cahahant Tahahake ihihit!”

“Ohhhh, someone can’t handle tickles on his widdle tum tum?”

“YAHAHAMIHIHI IHIHI SWEHEHEAR TOHOHO-“

“Juuuust kidding,” the captain cooed. “Move spots huh? Maybe not, I think it’ll scare the ghost even more… or maybe that is a good idea.”

“Yahahamihihi!”

“Okay, fine. Suit yourself.”

“Moving spots probably won’t be wise, if I remember right…” Yami used the hand trapping the latter to his chest to hold both of Finral’s wrists. His free hand descended under the spatial mage’s arm and went in for the kill. “This was a pretty bad spot for ya’, kid.”

Finral’s eyes bugged out wide as he screeched and kicked his legs. “WAITWAITWAIT YAHAHAHMIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHO!”

“Aha! Still got it! Ol’ mind’s like a steel trap.” the dark magic user reported.

“CMOHOHOHON THIHIHIS IHIHIS SOHOHOHO STUUHUHUPIHIHID!” Finral whined, squeezing his eyes shut as a blush crept over his cheeks.

“And yet you haven’t made a portal to try and run away yet.”

“IHIHI CAHAHANT FOHOHOCUHUHUS!”

“Or you could tell me the truth… eh, giggles?”

“YAHA- *snort* YAHAHAMIHIHI DOHOHONT BEHEHE A JEHEHERK!”

“M’not a jerk! You’re the one who won’t admit that you like bein’ tickled over here, wheels.”

The latter mage whined through his laughter and his his face the best he could, his neck and ears giving away his embarrassment.

“Awww, poor kiddo! S’alright, Asta and Luck are in the saame boat.”

“YAHAHAMIHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

“You’re doing fine so far; you’re gonna have to portal out if you wanna stop the wrath of this tickle monster.”

Finral tried to focus on making a portal, but the assault on his most ticklish spot did not help his concentration. “IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHEHE! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHO!”

“Fine, fine.”

Yami ceased his ticklish assault and dropped Finral’s arms, resulting in the smaller mage crumbling to the floor.

The captain chuckled heartily at his junior’s reaction. “Man, not much endurance in you, eh wheels? We gotta build that up.”

The brunette’s head was spinning as he answered in a whiny voice. “I’ll make a note of that, sir.”

“C’mon, kid. Uuuuup ya go.” Yami carefully helped the spatial mage to his feet, dusting off his clothes. “You okay, Finral?”

“Y-Yeah just… just a bit out of it.”

“I’ll go easier on you next time,” the dark magic user reported. “Now come on, let’s get working on those portals that you “couldn’t focus on” earlier.”

Finral whined as he hid his face in his hands, resulting in a ruffle of his hair and a chuckle from his superior.

Meanwhile, Henry watched from a ledge above, kicking his feet in amusement over the antics he had caused.

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[without-school-or-style]

12 - Quarry

Word Count: 573

((DT spoilers for a later zone name, but nothing related to MSQ or anything in said zone.))

By the time Joey came across the site of the screams, he saw a site that nearly froze him in place—the sight of fallen bodies, and a giant voidsent creature perched atop an ornate ritual circle. The voidsent creature, an Archaeodemon, swerved its head to look at Joey, a layer of drool seeping from the corner of its mouth. The viera forced himself to move before the demon reacted, pelting the voidsent with a barrage of elemental spells. However, Joey’s efforts went for naught, as his spells fizzled into nothing—no, it was as if the Archaeodemon’s very energies opened its mouth wide and swallowed the energies whole.

“Aether… Tasty… delicious aether…” The Archaeodemon took one step towards Joey. “More… more aether! I must have more!”

Despite that Joey knew he had to stay and fight, despite everything that he had been through, the sight and situation froze his body in place. His mind flashed through images of his past as though he saw the events play out in front of him—images of him and his child comrades running from those who hunted mages, he and his fellow mages taking one last stand, and subsequently Joey awakening to find himself among the fallen remnants of his friends and allies. His child voice cried out in his head.

It’s gonna… it’s gonna kill us… It’s… It’s gonna… I have to… I have to lead it away! Otherwise, it’ll kill… kill them…

The paralysis that seized Joey’s body released its hold. No sooner did the Archaeodemon take one more step forward than Joey bolted away in the opposite direction.

The archaeodemon gave chase.

Large clouds of dirt and dust kicked up from the trail Joey’s panicked speed left behind. The Archaeodemon, unfazed, kept pace with Joey in its pursuit. Local wildlife and creatures alike of Shaaloani looked to see the blurs of the pursuant and the pursued rushed past them. Local fauna leaned far over as though shoved over by a hurricane. The more Joey ran, the faster the Archaeodemon pursued. Joey felt his body starting its descent into exhaustion.

The voidsent’s gaining on me! It’s gonna… it’s gonna…

Although his body continued to run, his mind paused.

Gonna what?

He spent so much time running, he forgot one simple fact: that he was not the child from before—the child who had magic and only magic in his arsenel. He had more options. And more options meant more opportunities to turn things around.

Summoning another sword in his off hand, Joey whirled around to face the Archaeodemon and stabbed his swords into the ground to stop his movement. The swords dug two thin trails into the dirt to accompany the trails left by Joey’s feet. The voidsent, however, barrelled towards Joey at full force.

Only to get slammed by Joey’s shoulder.

The iron mountain lean.

The Archaeodemon sailed back several meters. Once done reeling from the impact of Joey’s attack, the voidsent flapped its wings and hovered in midair to remain upright. “So… the prey does have some bite to match its aether. Very well. I’m not letting such a quarry slip out of my grasp.”

Joey pulled his dual swords from the ground and held one sword over his shoulder, the off-hand sword in front of his torso. He stared down the voidsent face to face. “If I’m gonna go down, then I’ll go down fighting. I’m done being the prey.”

[missdeerlady]

I mention that Charlotte had to beg her father to go The white Ash institute . . . Here a short story of how she was able to go.

“As soon as her grace returns from her ballet lessons, I will escort her to her afternoon lesson” A man dress he black with his grey vest being the only color that pops out. Small frame glasses frame his aged face. His brown and grey hair slicked back, and a grey patch of hair in his chin kept clean.

“Thanks you Sovin” the duck knowledge as he continue with his paperwork. The sounds of rain softly taping the window of his office, and the smell of wet soil covered the grounds outside the estate. Even with the rain his work is never done. Meeting needed to be scheduled, paperwork needed to be filled, and he must address some issues that some of the folk in the forest have brought to his attention.

“I have notice . . . “ Sovin spoke “ . . . That the princess has usually quiet for the pass few days” The Duke’s hand stopped moving at that statement. “I have not seen her like that . . . In a long time” Sovin careful with his words.

The Duke continues to work on his document, but his mind started to replay that day in back of his mind.

Charlotte rushed into his office cheering and jumping with her friends Trinity and Flora fallowing after her. Sovin is the last to enter as he closed the door behind him.

The duke raised his head from his work watching this sight in confusion. “Charlotte a duchess does not act is such a manner”

“I am sorry father, but I am excited” she runs to her desk and showed him a pair of glass slippers and a letter in hand.

“We found this at the entrance of your door” Trinity chimed him “We though someone poor shoes cobbler wanted to use her for Promo”

Flora nodded her head. The duke tuned out the girlish chatter as he examined the shoes and opened the letter. His eyes widened slightly as his recognized the letters headed. His eyes drifting through the letter.

Dear Charlotte Evergreen

I am pleased to inform you that you have been cordially invited to attend White Ash Institute. Cristalería

The wand has chosen you because you so much potential, passion, and heart in being a mage. White Ash Institute will provide a place for you to grow and learn to be a fine mage in all of twisted wonderland.

We are excited to share more with you, and invite your friends and family to attend upcoming events. Upon your first arrive please report to the Grand Hall in a two weeks time along with other new student for orientation.

Please share this wonderful news with everyone.

Welcome to the White Ash Institute family

With my best congratulations

Clara Cristalería”

The Duke reread in letter a few times. His composure was calm and unfazed by the chatter of the three girls, but on the inside a bunch of questions filled with his mind. The W.I.A wished for his daughter to attend? She will be leaving the estate? Will she making to the school on time? What if something happens before she . . . ? The memory of his wife face flashed in his mind. A smile on her face as she slowly fades away with the sounds of sirens in the distance. He jumped slightly as he felt someone touch his shoulder breaking him his thoughts.

“I am sorry your sire” Sovin spoke.

The duke nods to him and he fold the letter composing himself. Charlotte turn to her father with a big smile on her face.

“Father before I have to leave. Is it possible I-“

“You will not be attending” spoke as he places the letter in his desk draw.

The room goes silent. Charlotte looked at her father as he went back to his work. Her smile faded away now replaced with confusion. “What?”

“You will not be attending” he continued to work “I will be reaching out to Miss Cristalería to have her-“

“Why can’t I go!?” She shouted

“A duchess does not raise her voice” the duke place his pen down to look at her. “Miss. Mena as already created your circular plan for this year and it wont be disrupted”

“I am sure Miss Cristalería school will have the same circular plans plus more with the number of teacher they have”

“I have not met any of these professors, nor do I know there credentials.” He argued

“I am sure you can come with me on orientation day to meet the professor and Miss Cristalería” she argue back.

“Yeah Mrs. Evergreen” Trinity spoke “It’s the same school Charlotte’s Mother went to so I am sure-“

“Enough Miss Thornton” the duke spoke firmly. Both him and Charlotte looked at each other, and it clicked for her. He continues to speak as he looked at his phone. “I have a meeting to attend in an hour so I will be late for dinner. Your-“

“Why do you wish to lock me up here?”

Her question silence him and he looks back at her. Charlotte tired he best to keep her composure but her anger anger slip through.

“I have an opportunity to attend a wonderful school. To further my education and possibly make more connections for our kingdom to reach out -“

“Enough Char-“

She raises her voice “And to strengthen our connection to better our people and there. As Future Duchess I have to learn that right? And you wanna me keep me isolated!”

“Do not raise your-“

“If mother was here she would be happy for me to-“

The duke slammed his hand on his desk and rose from his seat. “ENOUGH CHARLOTTE!” He yelled, her eyes widen she took a step back when her father rose. The duke cleared his throat as he fix his tie before sitting down. “The discussion is done with. You will continue your education with Miss Mena here. Being a duchess mean sacrifices. You must put your feeling aside and do what best for your kingdom, and what best if for your to stay here. Do you understand?”

Charlotte didn’t say anything, she turn in her heels and ran out of his office with Trinity run after her. Flora went to his desk and gather the glass slippers in her hands. “ Sorry to bother you your majesty” she spook softly and bowed before leaving his office. The room going silent once more, and the dukes mild slowly feeling with guilt

Slowly coming out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Remember he is working, and now hearing the sound of his phone ringing. He shook his head and placed the down. See that Sovin stured him from his thoughts. “I am sorry your grace, but your phone has been ringing for a while.”

The duke turned his attention to his phone, and saw it was an unknown number. Thinking it could be another government official reaching him hi answer his phone. “This is Braxton Evergreen”

“Hello Mr. Evergreen” a elegant voice spoke in the other end “this is Clara Cristalería from the White Ash Institute”

Keeping a straight look on his face, but he wondered why the headmage is WIA would be calling “Yes Miss Cristalería, what can I do for you this afternoon?”

“I am sorry to bother you, but I wanted to reach out regarding Charlotte place here”

“I don’t see why, the letter I sent a few days ago should explain why I wish to keep Charlotte in homeschooling”

“I did read that, and I understand your reasoning. However I wish to state my reasoning why I believe Charlotte would benefit coming to my institute.”

He cocked one eyebrow at that statement. He hasn’t not had someone question his decision is a long time, so having someone do it now is odd. “Your reasoning?”

“Yes Mr. Evergreen”

“And what are your reasoning to send my daughter to your institute?”

“Well your daughter would be reserving the best education we can provide her with instructors with wonderful credentials.”

“Her instructor I have for her currently has great credentials too”

“I am aware of Miss Mena’s credentials, she was a former student of mine as you are aware. And I am aware of her work she done after she has graduated. I have reached out to her, and she speaks quite highly of your daughter. She is a bright girl with her potions skills, but can be a bit restless if kept inside all day.”

Still keeping his straight face, but taken back a little. He was aware Mena education to and work as a teacher, but he felt a bit unease that someone he has not formally met reaching out to know about his child.

“Which bring me to my next reason” Clara continued “We provide many connections for what they wish to do after they graduate, but also while attending with there fellow peers. Our school provides education from anyone of royal blood to a simple maiden. Your daughter could make more alleys while being here to help strengthen your connection in the future”

“Which I can teacher her here as well in a secured environment”

“Are you saying my school is not secure Mr. Evergreen?” She said with a slight serious tone “Because I and our educators top priority is to make sure the out students and the environment they are in our safe.

“I did not say that, all I-“

“Mr. Evergreen” she interrupted “I am aware of what of why you wish to keep Charlotte home”

His straight face slowly faulted. Remaining silent on his end. Clara stayed silent for a moment, allowing Braxton to compose himself before continuing to speak. “Like I stated I am aware of all my former students. I am truly sorry for your loss Mr. Evergreen, I can not imagine the heat break you have felt. That pain will be something you don’t forget”

Braxton stay silent, not wanting to break his composure. The rain slowly turning to a drizzle and the tap of the water starts to go silent.

“But it cannot be something that controls you. I am sure Sylvain would not want you or Charlotte to be isolated away forever. She would not want to see that for you two.”

He rose from his chair, and walked toward the window his phone still on hand. The rain fulling stopping, seeing the dew drops falling off the pine trees needles. The silence felt like forever. He was processing every thought, trying to sort out his feeling with rational thinking. Then he see a car pulled up to the front of the estate. The servant coming over to open the door for Charlotte. A sun ray finally breaking from the clouds, both Charlotte and Braxton looking up. He felt a warm sensation come over him, as if someone was hugging him. Feeling as though his wife is holding him again for a moment before hearing Clara call out to him on the phone.

“I apologize, can you repeat yourself?”

“I had said I can only give you my opinion on why Charlotte should attend. However as her parent the decision is up to you.”

He look back toward Charlotte who was reached the entrance to the doorway. He walked away from the window and back to his desk “Are you able to accommodate her ballet schedule if she attend your institute Miss Cristalería?” He sit down.

He could almost feel the smile on Clara face “Of course Mr. Evergreen. Either you and I can provide her with transportation to her ballet lessons and back to school.”

“That great to hear” he picked up the pen and went back to his work. “I will make sure that Charlotte has her stuff ready and sorted before she has to leave for orientation”

“Wonderful! The carriage will be there the day before orientation to pick her up.”

“I understand and will make sure she is ready by then” he places the pen down “It was a pleasure to speak with you Miss Cristalería”

“You should thank your friend Sovin. He advises that I should call you to discuss this letter with you”

Sovin was already out the door before Braxton could even give him the look. “I will make sure to properly thank him.”

“And don’t worry I will make sure that she is kept safe in your absence.”

“I greatly thank you Miss Cristalería.”

He hangs up the phone as he looks back toward the window and see the sun shinning breaking through the clouds. Smiling, knowing that she is always watching over them.

(Here a gif of how happy Charlotte got when her father told her the good news)

Clara Cristalería and the White Ashe Institute belong to @adrianasunderworld

[starboyshoyo]

For the event, I'd like a golden chalice and mirror number 5.

Thank you and congrats on 100 followers!

Thank you for requesting! <3

Item 2: A golden chalice

Mirror 5: A clear mirror with no edges or blemishes, perfect for viewing oneself with no distraction

You pick up the chalice. It’s much heavier than you expected. Is it made of solid gold?

You have chosen: Kalim Al-Asim x reader, in the Pomefiore Dorm!

“Come on!” Ace whined. “Hurry up and pack your books- we gotta get to History of Magic before Trein decides to chew me out again. Did you really hafta go all the way back to Pomefiore just to get one textbook?”

“Yes, I did.” you grumble to your ginger friend, scrambling around your dorm room in search of Famous Mages and Their Legacies, 4th edition. “And it’s because you were the one who was supposed to bring the book today. Now lay off before I hex you!”

As Ace pokes your shoulder, urging you to go faster, a clatter arises outside of your dorm. Voices are murmuring in hushed tones, and footsteps whisper on the plush carpet of Pomefiore dorm’s hallway. It’s as if a pack of monkeys had decided to collectively- and ineffectively- tried to sneak up on a sleeping lion in the night. “What in the Seven’s name is a crowd doing in our hallway?”

Ace looks unfazed. “Dunno, could be some students trying to ask Epel to be their date for the upcoming prom. You gonna go look?”

“It better not be the paparazzi looking for Vil again- I told him, if his cult is going to disturb our peace, then they can eat my-”

“Ah ahh- language.”

You roll your eyes, but relent. Opening the door, you’re prepared to chase rabid photographers off with your shoe. But instead…

“Hey!” Something hard slammed into your chest, enveloping you in a hug. The unmistakably cheerful chirp of Kalim Al-Asim reached your ears. “So! I heard that Pomefiore dorm is holding a formal dance soon- do you wanna go with me?”

The young housewarden stood in front of you, grinning brightly and surrounded by an entourage of Scarabia students holding signs with letters on them. You can decipher a cheesy message plastered across them- WILL U BE MINE?

It’s so ridiculous and cliche that you could laugh, but this is Kalim you’re talking about. He never did anything without putting his whole heart into it. The Scarabia students on the other hand, are in various states of annoyance and resignation at their housewarden jumping the gun yet again.

“Kalim…” you sigh, half exasperated and half loving. “If you were just going to go ahead and blurt it out to me, then what was the point of making your friends miss class to hold those letters up?” You take his hand in yours.

“Not to mention you’re gonna be the reason your date fails History of Magic if you keep her here-“ Ace adds with a grumble.

Kalim does a double take, as if he’s just registered the paradox in his head. “Oh, shoot! You’re right! Sorry, everyone, let’s get to class!”

Students scramble around, dropping signs and running off to their next classes. As Kalim dashes off, followed by an exasperated Jamil, he turns to look at you one more time. “Wait… that’s a yes, right?”

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Memory

In which Agi and G'raha's boat ride wasn't all that fun to be honest. Massive DT spoilers. SFW.

“Tell me, my friend. Have you ever wished to be reunited with someone who has passed away?”

Agnes’s mouth dropped open at the question G’raha asked.

What. The. Fuck?!?!?!

No Raha, I’ve never ever wished to see my fucking Da again or Lewson or my adventuring mentors or Haurchefant or…

Or…

So many more.

As he continued to speak, she felt herself tense.

The golden city is a place with no loss.

Because everyone is dead.

She could feel Master A-Towa’s soulstone burning.

Hear its cries.

Wrong.

Unnatural.

“And you---can you imagine yourself spending eternity here, knowing no loss?”

The Warrior of Light raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her ample chest. “No. Absolutely not. This place shouldn’t exist.”

To her surprise, G’raha seem unfazed by her answer.

Almost…amused?

“I see Agnes the White is with us.” He said, a twinkle in his red eyes.

Agnes the White.

My epithet when I completed my training as a white mage.

The first non-Padjal to ever walk this path.

There was no twinkle in the hyur’s brown eyes.

“Agnes the White’s always been here, and it’s my duty as a white mage to heal and preserve nature…the natural order. The cycle of life.”

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Unnatural.

WRONG.

She glanced at the smiling faces around her and sighed. I know what he’s going to ask. “But Agi, what if it was your Da here?”

And I’d say this:

“So long as we carry the memories of those we love with us, then they’re never really gone.”

You want to know who said that, Raha?

My Da.

So kindly fuck all the way off.

“You know this is wrong, Raha. You know that.” Her expression was uncharacteristically stony as she spoke. I’m not fucking around, G’raha Tia. I’m as serious as when I told you no more lying to me or else you were going to find your own way from the First back to the Source.

He nodded, a sad smile tugging on his lips. “But it’s nice to dream for a while, isn’t it?”

Agnes chuckled softly, feeling fucking relieved that G’raha’s not taken in by all this. Thank fuck. “Dream and enjoy a boat ride with a friend.” She leaned her head back against the cushion and closed her eyes.

Life. Death. Rebirth.

The flow of life.

So long as we remember…

Remember us…

Remember that we once lived…

My most solemn duty as Warrior of Light.

To remember.

Hades…did you know about Sphene? About this place? Did you want me to find it? Fix it? Make life prosper and be whole again? Something else entirely?

I swear I’ll do the best I can.

As the star’s champion, no less is demanded of me.

[blossom-adventures]

WIP Wednesday!! (Or Early Thursday 😉)

I was tagged this week by @sylvienerevarine & @miraakulous-cloud-district thank you both for the tag, let’s see what I can find… proceeds to search for some thing to share within the most recent work I’ve done

Ah ha! Have a tiny bit from 2 things ☺️💙

Far Horizons & Ancient Stones

“Ah, how convenient,” Jaina muttered as she turned the claw over in her hands, allowing the intricate carvings to catch the light in many different ways, Kaidan looked over her shoulder as she looked at the animal carvings again

“So what do we need to do? You clearly know” Jaina looked over to him. “You get this smug look one your face”

“No I don’t!”

“Yeah you do, so how do we open this door then, eh?” Jaina rolled her eyes and stepped forward towards the door.

The Legacy of the Herald (DA:I Story)

Have the first 2 lines of my prologue 😉

Inquisitor Trevelyan sat on a damp tree stump, the canopy over the Inquisition camp was doing very little to stop the fine drizzle from falling on her. The 29 year old stretched for a moment before looking over to her travelling companions; Dorian was bundled up in a think, fur lined, leather coat, the Tervinter mage was clearly not used to the Ferelden weather, The Iron Bull was sharpening his battle axe, seemingly unfazed by the rain clinging to his bare chest and back, then there was Varric, who was sitting in the entrance of his tent, scribbling notes onto a piece of parchment.

Im also going to tag @oblivions-dawn and @thequeenofthewinter as always no pressure to share anything (I also just wanted to share with you both what I’ve been working on because you’ve both been very supportive of me recently, love you both 💙)

I hope you’re having a good day ☺️💙

[crimsontroupe]

@thronelessking cont from here [x]

That was the expected response. Aliah abhors people who bow their head too quickly, who downplay the scale of their freedom and power. There are always several reasons, of course: respect, fear, the desire to keep yourself clean of the many threads that important figures in Absalom enjoy wrapping others (more so other political figures than adventurers, as those usually brought nothing but trouble) around their fingers. Aliah sees a tool and uses it, without hesitation.

From the reports he received of the newcomer, this should be good enough. He tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowing at the gratuitous insults. He does not mind, no. Despite his words, he tests how thin he can stretch the other man before he snaps back. It is good enough, the Spell Lord assesses.

"We are not done yet, mister Widogast. Sit down." There is now authority that courses through his words, differently from before. The difference between a simple suggestion as an individual and the delicate workings of business. "As much as you will loathe to hear it from me, I did not call you to my office just to exchange a few barbs."

Aliah seems unfazed, knowing that curiosity is the bane of every mage. "You have wondered why you have been detained, yes? It was certainly not arbitrary, this you can be sure of. But on to matters that you will actually care about..." He reaches then for a stack of papers, picking one or two to present to the other wizard. "It would be impossible to not notice something going amiss with the island as a whole, as you are sharp enough to know. Merchants have complained about delayed shipments, items from towns simply not arriving... normally the Council would brush this off as a simple supply shortage." Red eyes glint under the light for a moment, padding his motives behind lengthy explanations that a man who goes in and out of the city should be very well aware of.

"But it is not so simple, is it? It would be almost neglectful to ignore the thrum of magic and how it resounds more sharply in certain places." A perfectly manicured red nail taps several newspaper clippings: they are not all from Absalom, and it seems like Aliah has procured this information from almost every town he could get that would bother with such things. "You have set your sights on the..." A slight pause as Aliah figures out how he wants to word what he is about to say "... sources of energy from what-should-be-here-yet-is-not, yes?" Avoiding saying it outright, yet the wizard should be able to piece together information. "Information is more valuable than anything, Widogast. You know this. I seek information on what is happening, and you desire to understand the inner workings of the divine... or that is what I assume it is, anyway.

What I offer you, then, is a trade. I cannot abandon my post to see what can be done without risking a bigger conflict within the city, and you will need resources of some kind to achieve what most would say is a gargantuan task. I will not provide you with money - but with artifacts to make your journey less tumultuous. The only thing I ask back is a truthful report. As much as Absalom loves boasting its riches and culture, we cannot prosper by leaving the rest of the Isles behind. That is my view on it.

You are free to deny what I offer you, of course. I will find another competent adventurer soon enough - though I would prefer to see this matter settled sooner rather than later."

[intelligentbiscuit]

The mage stared bewilded up the court, her fellow mages sat on either side of the king, unable to meet her gaze whilst his majesty boldly stared back. Her nails dugs into her palms , hoping she'd wake up from this nightmare but alas this was reality.

"I must do what is right for my kingdom and for it's people" the king continued, clasping his large hands together.

As he did, the guards stood either side of the mages podium approached her and grabbed her arms roughly. She struggled against the grip, ignoring the scoldings that were thrown her way. She looked pleadingly at her friends, internally screaming for them to speak up, say anything.

"You didn't survive the mission, it's a shame you had so much potential and it was taken away to soon.." the king drawlled.

Hot tears stung the mages eyes as she continued to fight against the guards as they tried to drag her away from the podium. She kicked out, glaring up at the king who was unfazed by her outburst.

"Your defiance is pointless my dear, but since you're so eager to lash out, who would you tell..?"

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Not the best bit of writing but there ya go

Haven't drawn Jinx in a hot minute but I found this pose and inspiration hit, kinda gives you a glimpse at what her kingdom is really like

Speedpaint coming soon!

[chaoticgoodthief]

Ok, so I'm not that good of a writer but I really want to give prompt this a go.

"Please, my Lord," the mage rasps, kneeling before their god even as life continued to seep from their body. "I have sacrificed many in your name. Please, give me a second chance and I will burn your name into the earth itself."

"What makes you believe that I wish you to do so?" the god asks tonelessly, not even bothering to lower its gaze towards the grovelling mage at its feet. "What could possibly make you belive that your actions were by my design?"

"But... you are Karit! The god of death," the mage protests, before wincing at their injuries and then their blasphmery. "...Forgive me. What I meant was-"

"I am aware of what you meant. It is a common mistake," the god replies calmly, "But it simply a matter of investment, you see." The mage stays silent, but the god continues, unfazed by their silent gaping. "How many people could you kill? Twenty? Fifty? Three hundred? At most, you would kill several million, correct?"

The god smiled, cold and merciless in a way only a god could be. "Now, tell me. How many of your victims would have died anyway?" It waits, letting out a false sigh when it once again gets no response. "All of them, little human. All of them would have died. Now imagine for me that they have an average of two children each. And one day, those children will die too. And just like that, I have double the number of souls you would have given me."

It smiles wider, seeing the momemt the realisation finally hits the dying mage. "And it just keeps going. Going and going and going like a perfectly greased prayer wheel until 'followers' like you clog up the machine. So the answer is no. You will die in time. Just like every other mortal in existance. And if there is one thing gods have, it's time."

concept: a death god that is actually surprisingly supportive and on the side of the good guys, supporting actions and promoting policies that will lead to the kingdom growing and thriving instead of being destroyed, because the more the kingdom grows, the more people there are, and the more people there are the more people will eventually  die, and when you’re an immortal god of death, you know there’s no need to rush. you’ll get them all in the end

[husbandohunter]

A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 

• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all.