#my one and only request is that its not some kinda weird au i just want it to be a canon compliant retelling of the 1 novel

[storytellering]

if anyone's looking for me, I'll be in delulu land manifesting Tony Redgrave for the new dmc anime, don't try and get me back xoxo thanks

[the-moon-files]

Hi! I'm kinda new here but I was hoping to leave a request or at least something to chew on. So there's this genshin sagau where the reader has a bit of a language barrier with the other characters and I was wondering if that translated over to the Linked Universe as well? Like imagine the boys finding this random person with different clothes, accessories, and they talk in a language never before heard of? What are they, some kind of eldritch being? Meanwhile reader recognizes them obviously but frustratingly can't express any feelings asides from base concepts! Man.

Some funnies include; reader voicing more thoughts out loud now that no one can really understand them and reader eventually learning the language and getting a really sick accent out of it.

That's all my tired brain can think of atm so I bid you adieu. Have a good rest of your day :)

First Official Request!! :D oh and its amazinggg, ooOOO a language barrier AU, genshin? hm wonder who wrote that

Reader wasn’t specified and ive adopted masc!reader as the normal over here, so masc reader it is 👍

Sun: Masc/Male Reader (”you”/he/him)

Orbit: EXTRA LONG Headcanons-ish/scenarios SORRY 😭, Language Barrier AU my beloved

Stars: The Classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, typical mild loz violence, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so for the sake of even funnier confusion, lets say the boys kinda missed u falling thru a portal, and instead just see the portal, and it disappears w/nothing coming out

(bc u obv are a competent person and clearly recognize the giant horse head stable from Breath of the Wild and went inside, like to orient urself, u will NOT be a Y/N damsel in distress 💀)

the boys had already been heading to that stable to sleep for the night, and needless to say, u nearly have a fit LMAO

first, the Hero of Time walks in, then the Link from Hyrule Warriors, then from Link’s Awakening? Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Link?? Wind Waker Link, Four Sword Link??? The original Legend of Zelda Link-!!!!

well at least u arent the only weirdly dressed person there

(well, u arent weird looking for the hylians in the stable, theyre used to this weird shit, but the Chain of heroes on the other hand…)

they get to observing their bunkmates for the night, subtly squinting at you, then turning to talk to each other, and slowly every link gets made aware of ur prescense, u didnt think u stood out that bad..

(”くいんね しら んらな すいそらきみについ ちみん らは かくちか まいていりすん はすらも んらなす いすち・”) *

it also quickly becomes obvious to every traveler in the stable that you either cant speak, or wont speak, as when ur exchanging money for rupees at the front desk, the owner is accommodating with you by pointing and grunting and ur just nodding and pointing back

well, its not like when u first greeted the guy u understood even a single thing the guy said, it sounded like some sub-dialect of Japanese or something

u had realized earlier with horror that the game was staying true to its creators, and that most likely everyone spoke a special version of Japanese and ur English ass was abt to be so lonely and confused 😭

Wars/Time/Sky/Four in particular clearly noticed u exchanging all ur currency, as u can see them whispering or glancing at you occasionally as u pocket ur now little green gems the size of coins, rather than strip of paper

(”しにし くい まなとかるるる みらか くちひい すなせいいと・ てくら しらいとみゃか くちひい すなせいいと・ かくちか くちとみゃか すいちりりん そくちみきいし らひいす かくい いすちとね くちと にか てにりし・”)

and the boys move on in the morning, and its acc torture for u bc u had no idea how to even begin to quell their suspicions enough to let you travel along with them

u think u could say u came out a portal, but.. how would tell them that? drawing pictures in the dirt?? 💀

and this just keeps happening.

even when u just try to admire from a distance or even outright just leave them to it and go off to explore Hyrule (as safe as u could after acquiring a weapon and some more clothes)

but its like fate (or maybe Hylia tbh) wants u to run into these legendary heroes (both kinda in ur world and definitely here) constantly

after the stable u manage to run into them in Kakariko Village, which wasnt crazy bc u needed more supplies, and it was the nearest town to the stable

ur sure they noticed, but u outright avoided them out of paranoia or making them paranoid u were following them, and u definitely saw who you thought was the hero of the Four Sword whisper about u as u walked by, not that u caught much

(”るるるかくちかゃと かくい とちもい とかすちみきいほりららのにみき きなん はすらも かくい とかちこりいる てい とくらなりし のいいせ ちみ いんい らみ くにもる”)

but you’d started to recognize some Japanese words! …and tbh anime is the only reason for that, something definitely like “watch, him” 💀

which rlly didnt make u feel any better, and u avoided them even harder, u bought a map, so u made sure to head in the opposite direction of them out of, lets be honest, kinda lowkey fear of what theyd do if they thought u were stalking them

but despite u trying to actively go away from them, either you, or them, would show up everywhere the other went,

you passed by Wind playing in the water in Zora’s Domain,

Twilight riding Epona around the plains in Central Hyrule, Sky hanging laundry outside Wild’s house in Hateno

Honest-to-fucking-god seeing Wars, Wild, and Legend all crossdress to sneak into Gerudo village- u cant fucking escape them-

and the worst part is, you cant understand anyone, other than some basic words atp 😭

its as the Chain come from a path that merges onto yours on the way to Rito Village when Legend snaps first

You’re not even surprised, tbh it was more surprising it took them so long 💀

(”にかゃと んらな!! ちきちにみ!!! てくん ちすぃ んらな はらりりらてにみき なと・ くらて ちすぃ んらな はらりりらてにみき なと・・ くらて ちすぃ てぃ はらりりらてにみき んらな・・!!”)

the look on ur face must have drawn some pity from Twilight bc he’s trying to talk Legend out of his yelling and pointing his sword at you,

(”ひいか そちりも しらてみ! りにのい んらな とちにしね に かくにみの ていゃひい ちりとら とらもいくらて こいいみ はらりりらてにみき かくいも からら!”)

Wars joins in, giving you a confused look, before talking to the group at large, most of which have their hands near their weapons, but dont look that inclined to use them, thank the fucking gods or whoever rules over Hyrule-

(”かくい すちみそくいす くちと ち せらにみかね かくにと すいいのと らは もちきにそ ちみし にゃも となすい にかゃと ���んりにちゃと しらにみきる てい とくらなりし まなとか か��ん から かちりの から かくいもね といい には かくいんゃすい いさせいすにいみそにみき ちみんかくにみき とかすちみきいる”)

oh no. they want to talk you, you barely picked out in their argument

Time nods in agreement, before stepping forward to talk first, you cant even imagine how anxious u look rn lol

(”かくい らかくいすと ちすい すにきくかね かくにと にと りらみき らひいすしないる もん みちもい にと かにもいね ちみし かくいとい ちすい もん かすちひいりにみき そらもせちみにらみとね ちと にゃも となすい んらなゃひい きちかくいすいし はすらも なと すなみみにみき にみから いちそく らかくいす とら もなそくる てくちかゃと んらなす みちもい・”)

why has Hylia forsaken you. what did you do to not receive some sort of fancy natural translator power in ur brain or something after getting portaled here, its the least she could do for fucks sake- talking to someone in a diff. language is SO much harder than just listening to them to understand what theyre saying-

you desperately try to recall the words people have said at stables and whatnot when introducing themselves, before they realized you couldnt speak the same language

(”Uh… もん みちもい にと… and I’m not following you…とらすすん”)

you just try to say ur name and then say sorry LMAO 😭

Nearly every Link is staring at you bug-eyed in shock, confusion, and understanding all at once

the Chain’s attitude changes pretty quick after that, and they quickly connect the dots after, yes, u do a drawing of a portal in the dirt 💀

u gather from the few words u can get that it was indeed magic (probably Hylia) that kept shortcutting you and the group of heroes together over and over again

…

she can move your position in space time and yet she cant get u an auto-translator after being forced to be here.

(in the middle of u drawing to communicate Hyrule manages to understand the gist of what you meant by that and laughs)

the Chain are quick to be very accomdating, Wars/Sky/Wild all offering to try and better teach u their language, but in return they want to learn yours?

actually, that was smth u noticed pretty early on in the ensuing weeks of travel, was the fascination they had w/English and ur voice??

Wind constantly rambled at you and poked and smiled at you to try and get you to ramble back, and after getting more comfortable around them,

u start to talk like they cant understand a word ur saying, which is entirely accurate, and you notice some like to lean in when you talk, or respond with humming/saying smth like u can understand, or even just gesture for u to keep going

Four/Time/Legend?? surprisingly/Hyrule/Twilight like when u get rlly talkative like ur having a one-sided convo w/them all the time, and they constantly are looking at you poinetedly to hear u narrate whatever ur doing or give a response whenever they same something at you (Rulie/Four/Twi/ and sometimes Time, (and he turns away but Legend too) give a little smile whenever you ramble)

Wild is Very Interested in your langauage, bc the Zora, Rito, Gerudo, and Gorons all had their native tongue that he ended up learning, and so he constantly makes notes to try and decipher some of what ur saying in English

he lights up anytime ur able to successfully tell him another something abt it, like the alphabet, or grammar or structure etc

they seem to pay attention esp in the mornings or late at night? ur not sure why until Wind both draw pictures and tries to get the general idea to you to explain

(”かくいんゃすい ちりり きちんる んらなす ちそそいみか にと くらか ちみし んらなす ひらにそい にと しいいせる かくいんゃすい ていちのる”)

smth abt ur voice being nice? deep? but theirs do that too? u dont get it, but thank him anyway

they also help u out at markets, keep out of trouble w/locals, and other misc tasks that need some language help

everythings going great, the Chain trusts you, ur getting better at their language every day, and bc English is one of the hardest languages to learn in the world, theyre slowly getting some of urs!

it isnt until ur camping out in the Temple of Time when things get weird again

Not only is there English carved into the walls, which u read as the Chain give u “explain now” looks and u communicate that the rlly ancient looking script they may or may not be able to read is, in fact, the written version of ur language-

but then another portal opens, and there’s sentences wrapped around the edges, which are fully in English too.

☆

* = hint: JIS

So i love ciphers for language barrier AUs, so have a cypher! have fun decoding it if u like, but don’t worry abt translating it, as its purposefully not important for u to enjoy this :)

JFC IM SO SORRY AB THE LENGTH I WROTE THIS FROM MIDNIGHT TO LIKE 1:30 AM- UGH sometimes this happens when i get on a scenario kick, SORRY 😭😭

also so sorry abt late reply! at least i already established im slow w/u guys so ig its not a huge surprise 😭

tysm for the request it was such a fun idea to write abt :D

i also like genshin, just a little bit u could say, so it was cool to see this carryover across fandoms lol

language barrier is so versatile, could be angst, crack, etc. so that makes sense

have a great weekend!!

Peace out,

🌙

[vanishingcherry]

GRADUATION + HATE + LOVE

this is a social media au based on an anon request sent to @silverstonesainz, who left it open for someone else to make.

i hope you don't mind that i made it instead anon, enjoy! (sorry the name's kinda stupid my brain isn't working)

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charlesleclerc recently it has come to my notice that some of the fans have been sending hate to yn and making hurtful comments.

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she is absolutely perfect for me and I love her with all my heart. we have mutually chosen to keep our relationship private, and ask that you respect that. if you were one of the people who sent the hate, know that supporting me means supporting the people I love as well.

@.yourusername je t'aime toujours

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You woke up to the constant sound of notifications coming from your phone. Rubbing your bleary eyes, you try and lean back in an attempt to reach the side table, stopped only by the tightening of the arms around your waist.

"Go back to sleep". Charles's voice is muffled, only part of his face visible with the rest smushed against the pillow. "Its too early."

Smiling softly, you lift his arm from your body. He groans, eyes opening to look up at you.

"Theres a lot of notifications amour", you explain. "I need to check what it is."

Rolling his eyes in defeat, he lets go of you, letting you pick up your phone and open twitter to see why so many people were talking about you.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you see many people mentioning a post that Charles had supposedly posted last night. Looking over to him, you ask.

"Did you post something on Instagram yesterday?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." He doesn't bother elaborating, choosing to instead let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes to block out the light.

Chuckling at his reaction, you switch to the Instagram app. Immediately met with 4 different pictures of yourself, you scroll down and read Charles's caption. Sighing when you realise he too had seen the tweets, you put your phone away, lying back down to face him.

"You didn't have to post that amour."

"I wanted to. They were being mean to you." he replies without a second of hesitation. "Je t'aime, d'accord? They have it all wrong, it is me who doesn't deserve you."

Nodding, you reply. "Thank you."

You snuggle closer to him, tucking your head underneath his own. You feel him press a small kiss to your forehead before once again pulling you in, his grip keeping you from moving.

Softly, you whisper. "Je t'aime toujours aussi."

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[nekumiho]

persona 3 reload came out yesterday so Naturally i was obligated to finally do a finished piece with my silly velvet room attendants submas au. alt versions, lore info, and misc doodles under the cut o__o (attendant related p5 spoilers mentioned). also sorry for the eyestrain.

protags they attend to are Fellow Twins hilda and hilbert who always just get referred to as 'passenger(s)'. velvet room manifestation is the inside of a subway car, no i havent worked out what that symbolizes to hilda and hilbert, dont worry about it. but i think whether its visibly in motion or not wld depend on the protags' mental state, one side of the windows for hilda and one for hilbert. mostly dark empty with no visual movement outside the windows w/ maybe a flickering station light somewhere or a visibly blocked tunnel for when theyre feeling stuck in life, default would be like a well lit platform outside of the window with faceless shadow people walking around, how crowded it is depends on their progress with social links. high speed through the tunnels with their half of the car rocking violently when there's high stress super dire stuff going on, steady movement when theyre making progress with something, etc etc

their brassards HOPEFULLY translate to 'down' (χάμω) and 'up' (πάνω) in greek??? i wanted smth like caroline and justine's hats but also not The Same and uhhh yknow. persona 3 and greek mythology are pretty :handshake:.

i dont wanna steal margaret's eldest sibling clout so i think physically ingo and emmet would be younger than her but only barely. margaret is literally the only attendant i can see being physically over like 35 and i need sbms to be mid thirties at like the bare minimum. theyre highkey disturbed whenever lavenza willingly splits herself back into caroline and justine. weirded out by the other 'twins' in general bc they're not even Real twins. they gatekeep being twins. if anyone asks "so are you guys also just two halves of one person" it will be the most offensive thing you could ever say to them. elizabeth and emmet bully theodore together. ingo doesnt dislike theodore but just kind of forgets he exists because the twins are always being like "my brother, [name] (pauses and remembers theodore), i mean, ONE of my brothers,"

emmet is very :handshake: with elizabeth while ingo is very :handshake: with margaret. they both have their own fave sisters whoops. (sorry lavenza). in any sort of 'dancing game' scenario theyre both awkward as hell. very theodore core in general with emmet having some of the elizabeth vibes of just 'i am just never going to stop making random jerky body movements' ingo is a BIT more stiff. but like in general i think theo's way of life and elizabeth's aria of the soul have pretty good ingo and emmet vibes respectively. if i ever learn model editing beyond texture replacement its so over for my mmds.

i love igor dearly but i think since there are Two of them they can kinda handle stuff on their own while igor helps with Other persona protags in their respective rooms? emmet says shit like "YEAH FUCK IGOR THIS IS OUR LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!" and ingos like "emmet be nice thats still our boss and the only reason he let us be in charge is because hes busy".

ingo handles all persona fusion stuff and emmet does storage/organization/other misc stuff and gives you p3 elizabeth styled quests. they can both be social linked because i say so. emmet is justice arcana and ingo is judgement. emmets quests are the only way or at least the main way to increase your social link with him and if you dont finish one of his Special Request ones you lose your link with him. one of the special requests is to take him and ingo to see a real subway station 100% because theyve never seen one.

of all the other velvet rooms, they like the p4 one the most because the inside of the limo is the closest to the subway car they're familiar with but i think theyd like the p3 one too for the possible rocking motion of the elevator eternally going up

thats all i can think of right now i THINK thats everything??? so heres an original concept sketch,

and also a funny emmet quest moments doodle

oh yeah emmet really fucking loves jack frost because they have similar vibes. ingo, on the other hand, is a big pyro jack fan.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Howdy! So i saw your blog and your writing is really good!

Sorry for my weird english but may I request for the star sanses trio (coz these guys are really underrated but I like them so much) with a reader who is ver protective over them and has powers like godzilla, like, reader can transform into godzilla and fights alongside them against nightmares gang. I've had this idea lately after watching godzilla movies.

Thankiesss!

Don't worry about your English, its more basic than weird, unlike some people cough cough I'm talking about you Leticia cough cough , not sure if you meant romantic or platonic headcannos, so Blue and Dream ended up more romantic while ink can kinda be seen as both romantic and platonic.

Featuring: Blue, Dream and Ink.

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Blue

"Don't mess with the Zilla... Obey the Zilla, BUZZILLA!!" Is definitely the first thing that comes to his mind, even if he doesn't have that much free time anymore to play games, he still remembers some of them.

Oh my traveler? You being protective of him? You're the one that should be protected! What if Nightmare tries to kidnap you?? He just doesn't want to feel weak.

He likes to run his fingers in circles on your scales for no apparent reason, he just enjoys it.

Has scars all over his body because of battles, he likes to say it's his version of scales.

Assuming you get really big in Godzilla form, he's sitting on your shoulder

Baked Godzilla like cookies and said "It's you but mini!", seems like the sily part of underswap sanses always stays the same, no matter what they've seen huh?

If you want to leave, he understands and respects your decision, of course you won't be seeing each other much but he'll always go to you in his free time!

Dream

Let's hope he can maintain this relationship longer than the last.

He's so happy that he has an extra hand to help around the multiverse! And with your powers it may turn everything way simpler!

Dream finds it cute when you're protective of him, makes him feel actually wanted around, even if a god like him doesn't really need protection, or does he?

He thought he could never experience love again, and yet here he is.

On the other hand if you want to leave? Oh no no no no no, you can't, he'll make everything to make you stay, just please don't leave, the multiverse needs you, he needs you.

Dream doesn't know when will be the next time he'll see you, it'll take days, weeks, months, fuck- maybe even years for him to allow himself to take a break!

Truth be told he starts bugging you about why you want to leave, something happened in your AU? You feel too much pressure? What is it!?

He just wants you with him... So Please.. just stay.

Ink

Almost died when you turned into a Godzilla, definitely didn't look up and almost was crushed if it wasn't for Blue-

He finds it pretty cool, even if he forgets it and you have to remind him to NOT get close to you on Godzilla form.

Randomly draws you and him, sometimes you saving him in Godzilla or normal form, others it's just cute little doodles he thinks you'd like.

Doesn't get why you're protective of him, it's not like his soul will be harmed! Ha ha... Heh...

Doesn't really care if you leave it not, it's your choice after all, but be aware he won't be able to see you as much.

At the end of the day he doesn't have real feelings, so everything you see is only a facade, remember that, traveler.

[brooooswriting]

Heyyyy I finally got an idea (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

It again Mafia Au since I liked the prev one so much shshshhshshs.

Buuuuut this time it's an enemies to lovers.

R and J's gangs have a rivalry for wtvr reason.

But when J and her groopies gets captured by another gang (too many gangs) one of jens dudes who fled the scene came to R for help.

After a while she went and got her rival back (and the others ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ)

Maybe R patching up Jenna, them getting together? only if you want. though

Again if this makes you uncomfortable pls delete or ignore this

Thank you broko loco

I hope you have a wonderful day

<3

I love your requests 🫶🏻

Small heads up: I still don’t know anything about the mafia so this kinda sucks soooorrrrryyyy.

Also I figured out that Mafia stories aren’t really my thing, they just aren’t as good because I don’t know shit about it

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Jenna Ortega x reader

The mafia was something you grew up in, as a small kid you lost your dad. Your mom didn’t have a lot of money, you were about to live on the street when someone swoop in and decided to help you. He was a friend of your dads, his death hit him nearly as much as it hit you guys so he decided to take you in. It was how your family got into the mafia thing.

18 years later you were second leader of the group, after your second dad. He thought you everything, how to use guns, the codes of the mafia and how to earn yourself respect in a group of men.

This was also how you met the Ortegas, leader of one of the other biggest Mafia groups around. You were taught to despise them and honestly you got why, they were arrogant, it was impossible to talk to them and they were unfriendly. Your group also had its flaws, that’s for sure, but there was no way that you were this bad. Sure, sometimes you guys were a bit stubborn but you were always willing to help, or at least most of the time, and it was always possible to talk to you.

The rivalry with the other group went from verbal fights to physical fights in open spaces or bars. Nobody has ever been killed but people were hurt to the point where it was a close call. Sometimes you wish for the fights and the rivalry to end but then their first and second leader showed up, being all snappy and up on their high horse because they had a lot of money and suddenly you were back to understanding why you had these fights.

Every once in a while on a blue moon you met Jenna, daughter of the leader of your rivals, in a bar. If you were both alone you’d sit next to each other and drink in silence for a while, then you’d talk for a minute before a weird tension builds between you two which is the moment the conversation turns into a fight and you guys part.

You were sitting in a cafe one of your members had as a side hustle, it was nice, kinda cute with lights and plants everywhere, coffee and cake, just like any other pastry were great. You were doing some work, looking for your own side hustle and drinking some iced coffee when a friend of yours came in. “It’s been quiet lately hasn’t it? I mean like suspiciously quiet” he said as he sat next to you, stealing a piece of your cake. “What are you talking about?” You mumbled as you kept scrabbling down numbers, “the Ortegas. No fight in 3 days, nobody of us has seen any of them. You have been home from the bar early yesterday which means that miss Ortega wasn’t there like she normally was” he explained, and it suddenly clicked. He was right, she wasn’t there yesterday and nobody came running to you about how someone was beaten up again. “Well, maybe they finally backed off” you answered as if you didn’t care where the girl was. “Oh, be honest. You were sad that she wasn’t there” he teased earning himself an elbow to the ribs. “Shut up and get going, I still have work to do” by now he has eaten your cake, drank half of your coffee and destroyed your order. “Alright, if you wanna lie to me” he grinned before disappearing.

Two days later and nothing happened with the Ortegas again, they were nowhere to be seen and nobody heard anything. You also hadn’t seen Jenna for a while now.

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“Go and get us out of here” mister Ortega whispered towards one of his newbies who managed to escape the handcuffs and ropes. “Who am I supposed to get?!” He whispered back, “just anyone” he looked around anxiously. “I don’t know anyone, I’m new and nobody listens to me. The only one I know is y/n y/l/n” he said and started creeping away a bit. “No! Everyone but them” the leader scream whispered, “just get anyone to get us out of here. Damnit” Jenna said and ended the discussion with that.

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It was rather late, you were in a bar playing billiard with the owner. It was only you, the owner, your dad Marc and about four other members when somebody entered. “We are closed” the owner said as soon as the door squeaked, when there was no response you finally looked up. “Owen?” You asked as you saw the smaller man, “I-we need help” he mumbled out as he walked further towards you. It was the first time you could take a good look at him, he had some bruises in his face and was covered in blood. “Who needs help?” One of the members asked, “the Ortega group. We-We were captured, I could escape but I can’t get them out alone, please” he pleaded looking at you. “No! We are not going. It’s their own business” Marc said causing you to gasp, “Marc” you started but he interrupted you, “no. We are rivals. We are not going to save them” Owen stood between you, unsure of what to do or what to say. “You took me in back then, you took my mother in. You told me you did it because everybody deserves a chance. Where is their chance?!” You asked, stomping onto the ground like a little kid. “They had their chance y/n! We tried to make peace. So no, we are not going. Nowhere. They brought themselves into it, they can get theirselves out of it!” He raised his voice, towering in front of you. It was something you rarely did, probably never but the way he stood there looking down at you made you uncomfortable.

But if this man taught you one thing, it was to never back down if you really believe in something. “If you aren’t going then I am” you said looking him straight in the eyes. “This is my gang y/l/n and I say we are not going” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “Then I’m going alone. You don’t have any control over me” you answered and stepped away from him to get a warm coffee for Owen.

You sat on a bench further away talking about what happened, “mister Ortega said that they are from downtown, something about them wanting to form one gang and something about a marriage but his daughter didn’t wanna marry their son. So they chose whatever this is. Y/n, I wasn’t made for this. I didn’t know it would be this hard” he explained, his hands shaking spilling some of the coffee. The thing about Jenna made your heart stop. “Give me an address and about 30 minutes. I’ll figure something out but we definitely need more people.”

So Owen gave you an address, you called one member and he send you a map of the building. “I think I have a plan” you called out, Owen immediately scooting closed. “It’s going to be extremely hard but we may be able to do it together” you started when suddenly somebody scooted in next to you. “You would really risk your life to save them?” Marc asked you as he looked down onto the plan you made. “For these unfriendly and arrogant assholes?” You nodded not daring to look at the man, scarred that you’d see the disappointment you feared would appear. “Well then, let’s call the rest” he smiled warmly with his arm around you shoulder.

He called the rest and you explained the plan. It wasn’t really a plan by now, storm the thing act like you guys were one gang and then fuck off again. “We are trying to set an example so no fights with the Ortegas!” He said before grabbing his gun and walking towards the car.

It took about 25 minutes to get there, you didn’t even try to be discreet about it, you wanted them to know that you were there. After 10 minutes you found the hostages, they were tied together. Mister Ortega looked the worst, he had open wounds, a broken leg where you could see the bone and he had bruises all over his body. You looked through the whole place but Jenna was nowhere to be found, “where is she?!” You asked her father as you pulled the gag out and untied him, “I don’t know. They took her, we couldn’t do anything” he was too weak to even stand alone. “Y/n, we have someone screaming over here” Marc called out causing you to immediately sprint towards them. The screams that came from the other side of the door made your heart clench. “We gotta go in there” you said, pulling out your gun. You kicked in the door and stepped to the side letting the others flood the room, there were around 4 shots and a like two screams, both male before you entered the room. One of yours guys was shot in the arm and the guy in front Jenna was from the other group, he was laying in front of the girl holding his stomach. You guessed that the rest of the shots didn’t hit anybody. Then your eyes finally fell onto the petite girl, her body was bloody, her nose broken and her left eye bruised, there was a cut just above her check bone and one over her eyebrow. Tears streamed down her face, rolling over the cut one her lip. Her hands were bound behind the chair and her legs were bound to a leg of the chair. She yelped out a sigh of relief when her eyes fell onto you.

You had to take a second to calm yourself before you finally walked towards her, pulling the gag out of her mouth just like you did with her father minutes ago. Pulling a pocket knife out you cut through the tape that bound her hands and legs together finally freeing her. She was still panicking and immediately stood up looking around hastily. Not even 10 seconds later her legs gave out, luckily you stood behind her and were quick to catch her. “Careful, your das seems to be okay. My guys are getting him fixed and now we need to fix you” you told her and wrapped an arm around her waist to try and support her to walk but it was no use. “I’m gonna carry you okay?” You asked her and as soon as she nodded you swooped her up, carrying her bridal style into the car. You sat in the backseat with her.

“How do you always get into stupid shit like this? You guys, all of you, could have died!” You said looking out of the window, “for real? So this is our fault?” She asked clearly pissed but you were too. “If you guys werent arrogant and wouldn’t always show how much money you have it would be possible that this didn’t happen?” She rolled her eyes but kept quiet which scared you. You looked over scanning her face, her head was leaning against the headrest with her eyes closed. There was blood coming thru her shirt and her hands were still shaking.

“Come on, let’s get you out od here. We need to take care of your wounds” and that’s what you did. You carried her out of the car and into the house where you cleaned to wounds on her face. As carefully as possible you cleaned up the dried blood and everything else before putting band aids on the cuts. “The cuts are taken care of, so you have any wounds somewhere else?” You ask as you throw the wrappers away. She shyly pulled her shirt up, which was weird because she was normally really overconfident. There were some cuts and some bruises, “I’ll clean the cuts, once the doc is done with your dad he’s going to look at the bruises alright? Don’t wanna risk Internal bleeding” you told her and disinfected the cuts. Your phone blinged, “your dad is alright. They had to bring him to the hospital to take care of his leg but other than that he has a small concussion. He will be completely fine” she smiled at you and pulled you into a hug which surprised you but you hugged her back nonetheless. “Thank you. For saving us and looking out for me” she mumbled into your neck and then you suddenly felt tears streaming down your neck. You tightened your arms that were wrapped around her waist, trying to give her comfort.

You hugged in silence for a while, then you pulled away and whipped the tears away too. “Dad didn’t think that you’d come, I know that we don’t have the best relationship but when Owen said that he only knew you I knew that we’d be safe. And I finally wanna do something about that damn tension” she rambled, her sentences weren’t really connected but it was cute. You liked her like this, it was the real her. And while you thought about how cute she was when she rambled she surged forward and pressed her lips to yours. You were quick to reciprocate the kiss, your hand on her cheek.

“Y/n, I’m here to look after … oh” the doc came inside causing you to break apart. “Oh, no. It’s fine. Come on check her out, I wanna be sure she’s fine” you smiled at her softly, a smile nobody has ever seen. “So an arranged marriage to form two gangs into one? What year is it? 1750?” You laughed out while the doc pressed onto her stomach. “I feel terrible about it. If I had agreed none of this would have happened”she sighed sadly, you grabbed her hand and shook your head. “No, that’s not true. It would have happened anyway and now you’re at least free. Which means that I can take you on a date right?” You smiled which made her smile too. “Yeah, let’s do it. I will give my dad a heart attack but hey” she laughed out causing you to grin. When the doc was done he told you that she was fine. “So how about I cook something as a first date?” You asked her making your way to the freezer to grab her something that she could press onto her bruised eye. “Or we could go to your guys bar? I’m in desperate need of a drink and I kinda just want your comfort, and you can’t do that when you’re cooking” the way she talked so shyly made your heart beat faster. Without another word you stretched your hand out for her to take. You grabbed your keys and drove her to the bar where you ordered drinks and food.

“Gosh, I’m so tired” she mumbled and rested her head on your shoulder. Without a second thought you kissed her forehead and grabbed her hand, your thumb stroking circles on the back of her hand. “I’m gonna get you home, you should sleep” you whispered into her hair. “You’re really sweet” she mumbled and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, followed by some more. When you parted you saw Marc and mister Ortega starring at you. “Are you guys trying to kill us?” Marc asked, holding a hand over his chest while Mister Ortega just had his mouth open. “Well, we are going home so if you guys die do it outside, I don’t want my bar to smell like death” you said before standing up and pulling the young Ortega with you. “Wanna sleep over tonight?” You asked her as you started the car, she immediately nodded.

That night you laid in bed, cuddled up with Jenna in your arms. Something you didn’t really imagine would happen anytime soon. “What does this make us?” You asked her, unsure of yourself, “oh wow, the big y/n y/l/n wants to talk about what we are?” She grinned and turned around in your arms. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow okay? I’m so tired” she kissed you again before laying her head on your chest and falling asleep.

You’d talk about it tomorrow. Then you could figure out what you’d do about the rivalry and about the gangs. It would work out in the end. Right?

[sleep-drink]

Hey Guys!!!! Actor AU ShTuuuuuff

So I wanted to add a lil lore to the Actor AU comic in terms of roles and hierarchy :)

Welcome Home as a show has a VERY large turnover rate! This is in fact not entirely due to Wally though. The company the production is under “The Playfellow Network” historically tends to not treat its actors or it’s crew very well. It pays decently in terms of its crew and because of how well the show is received it’s actors are paid even more, but in terms of things like benefits (mainly again for crew) it’s garbage. Also, because they can’t keep a whole lot of people retained, they will just kind of hire anyone. Lots of people who are in the industry have passed through Playfellow and the general consensus is “oh god, you worked at Playfellow too?”. Because of the lack of employee retention, the work environment and atmosphere is catty. at best. This makes communication between departments really difficult and very stressful. On top of that is Wally, who runs the show because he’s basically irreplaceable. As you know he’s trying to protect his loved ones and fellow actors from the terrible set and network conditions which are basically discriminatory for puppets.

The characters and their roles so far (in order of hierarchy):

Wally - Star (Lead Actor):

This is pretty straight forward. He’s mr. Irreplaceable and he doesn’t like humans. With pretty good reason :)

Susan - 2nd AD (currently acting as Key PA): Susan is the Second Assistant Director on this production and has been working here for 6 months. She works basically as a backstage manager and coordinates the call sheets and wrangles actors (when she has to). Poor Susan is actually hella overworked. So (oh no!) there is actually not currently a Key Production assistant working on Welcome Home! (I love causing my characters pain eeehehehehehehee ((we’ll see more of that soon))

The Key PA is in charge of all of the production assistants and let’s them know what to do and to keep them on schedule. The person who WAS key PA did quit (mayhaps or not cuz of something Wally did) and the company has not yet hired someone new (hooray bureaucracy).

Dolly - Walkie PA (Currently ALSO acting as Key PA): Dolly is technically the Walkie Production assistant, which means they are in charge of all of the Walkie use on set (she is actually not very good at this and it’s why she often forgets to turn her own mic off). Fun fact! Dolly’s only been on this production for like a month and a half and has outlasted most other walkie PA’s! :) She started as a costume PA and then expressed interest in other areas of production to Susan. Susan was like “Omg yes help me” and kind of forced her on Walkie PA because she has some (theatrical) tech experience in the past. Walkie PA’s can act as Key PAs but dolly has no prior experience and is kind of floundering, plus weird requests from Wally (like fixing his wardrobe sleeve length for him) take up a lot of their time. They don’t mind because it’s just a rule on set that what Wally says goes, but it makes their job just that much more difficult :)))))). Dolly is dealing with it… kinda.

Sandra - PA: Sandra is a production assistant who has been here for about 5 months. Production assistants are generally considered entry-level production jobs but she has beef with Dolly because she’s been here for longer and Dolly has been (technically) promoted before her (even though there’s SO much bleed-through between departments). She also is just a bully, she’s trying to come back from a failed stand-up career, but she’s basically been blacklisted in several comedian circles. (Gee I wonder if it’s the threats and bigotry)

Everybody else who you’ve seen so far are usually random PA’s or I haven’t assigned them a true role yet. But here’s what I got so far! I am by no means an expert. I am an actor (and a stage actor mainly at that, but I’ve dabbled in film) so not all of my info is probably truly accurate. But I try! As per the usual AU CRED: @frillsand 💗 u b! Thanks for reading my ramblings!

[bitwynn]

Something worth more than this

A SAGAU Impostor AU Songfic

Song used: Peace and Love on the Planet Earth

So I'm not sure if you can tell but this is the songfic request i alluded to in the Not A Fan "Author End Notes". I'm planning to make this a two-parter considering the fact that my... i guess sort of "format(?)" , calls for me to only have one song per fic lol-- also because i, as i was mulling this over in my brain during the few days i couldnt write due to Life Circumstances, got a TONNNNN of ideas and have already made a bit of a whole perfect two parter story AHAHAH-- literally, the only part i fucked up in was which song to use first because i had two versions in my head. one that used Peace and Love first and another that used Mother Tongue first. I kinda just-- gave up on figuring out which song to use first and just looked at the request for the placement of the song lollll. I am still very sick as i write this so thats gonna be. Fun.

@jjovin321 this ones for you bud (no shit you requested it AHAHA--)

Blue for Barbara, Yellow/Gold for Zhongli, Green for Wanderer, Red for Diluc, Italics is Reader/General, Bold is Xiao, Combined is Everyone. Colors and effects only used for song parts mostly. Sometimes Italics will be used for emphasis and the like. Some lines will be altered slightly to better fit the story. Please read with this in mind.

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"Hey, uhm... Li?" The man turns to you, a questioning look in his amber eyes. "Yes?"

Sheepish, you scratch your head. "This might be a weird ask but uhm..." What were you supposed to say to him? What can you even say to him?

You and your group were deep in the stone pillars and mountains that dotted Minlin, at risk from the Adepti that take residence in the area, but safe thanks to the fear and respect the people have thanks to these Adepti. You had suggested going through Huaguang Stone Forest thanks to its treacherous terrain that even your once-Vessels have trouble navigating, but Zhongli had pointed out the Adepti problem that you'd completely forgotten about.

You had tried to find a safer, and more Adepti-less route, but you all knew that the Millelith and the other Vessels would be crawling over every spot in Liyue they could cover. With that, you were forced to go to the belly of the beast.

Meaning, that because you were in such a highly dangerous area with not only the area itself being the problem, but also the beings residing in it, you shouldn't make these such... selfish requests. Hell, you were currently figuring out a way to go through Huaguang without gliding all over the place or swimming through the lakes that the stone pillars emerge from. Cloud Retainer or Mountain Shaper could just effortlessly pluck you out of the sky, and Ganyu could just freeze you to death underwater. You couldn't waste brainpower on such frivolous things.

But fuck-- you can't just tell them that 'oh hey guys, I'm really homesick and I constantly just wanna curl up into a ball and die! I miss everyone back home so much, please help me, it hurts so much!'

You had to stay strong. For you, and for them.

No-- no, you are strong. What you're trying to do is to just look strong and, god isn't that fucking hilarious? What use would looking strong be to these people? Wanderer watched you have a breakdown the first time you met because you ate his food, Barbara has seen you half dead way too many times for anyone to see anyone be half dead, Zhongli constantly throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes everytime you start getting chased, and Diluc was the one to teach you basic self defense which resulted in an ass beating everytime you spar.

These people, they've all seen you and each other at their lowest and weakest points. And they've never condemned any of you for being this way. It is, quite literally, just you and them against the world. So why feel ashamed to ask them of this one thing?

"Can you teach me how to use my powers?"

Their love and care and your complete and utter trust in them still won't stop you from trying to save at least a little bit of face though.

Zhongli takes a moment, cocking his head in thought. "Seeing as we're currently out of ideas on how to cross Huaguang without risk, or at least as little risk as we can afford... alright." He smiles a little to himself, old memories that you've never seen shining in his eyes. "Who knows, we may even find a way to cross safely as I teach you."

Your little group is currently situated in one of the hanging huts-- really, it was more of a little alcove that Zhongli carved out of one of the pillars. You still remember his pleased look as you watched him press his hand against the rock, and you gawked as the stone began to mold to his will. And now, that's what you're trying to recreate.

"Wait, wait, wait-- can you tell me that again one more time? I've been trying but, I'm not sure if I get it?"

Zhongli, as patient as a sage, nods and explains to you once again. "What I do when I mold and shape the earth is to connect with the Geo energy within it. As the earth is just Geo in a different form, I merely begin to impose my will upon it after the connection. It's--"

"Yes, yes, 'it's very similar to your own abilities to possess us as Vessels so maybe try to think of it more like that', we get it!" The Wanderer groans as he lounges at the lip of your alcove, disguised by a low hanging Sandbearer tree. His leg sways back and forth off the lip as he goes on. "At this point, I'm the one who's learning how to become the 'new Geo Archon' with how many times you ask him to repeat that."

"Bitch, the Avatar took 3 fucking seasons to learn fire bending! I have like-- 3 extra elements to learn here and I am literally just starting!"

The Wanderer merely gives you a side eye. "How long was the three seasons?"

"Like... 2 to 3 years? Maybe 4-ish?"

"How long have you been here?"

"...Couple months or so?"

He smiles.

"And how long did this 'Avatar' take to master each element?"

You feel yourself shrink. "Like... uh... couple months at most, I think."

His grin widens and he nods his head. "I rest my case."

"Hey, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"Now, calm down y/n," Zhongli starts, gripping your shoulder. "With enough time and guidance, you'll be able to handle Geo with the same ease as I do-- maybe more, considering your... special circumstances."

He brings your attention back to the rock you've been trying to bend for what feels like hours. "Maybe we should start with you. Because to me, it feels like you already understand the instructions and are capable of doing it. But, your way of going about it might be what's holding you back." He tilts his head. "What were you trying to do, y/n?"

You feel your face heat as you begin to squirm under his gaze. You take a breath, and sigh. "I... I wanted to make a guitar."

You had turned your eyes downwards to the rock, drawing spirals with your finger. "It's... It'd be nice to have something I can actually play." To have something of home. Even if its just a pale imitation of the one back there.

You feel his gaze soften as he comes closer. "Now... I think I see the problem here." Your own gaze doesn't lift, still staring at your twiddling fingers. "You sure?"

He hums. "Just a hunch, I suppose." He takes your hands and places them back on the rock. "I believe that... you were trying to meld the rock into a guitar but, were trying to do it all in one go."

You lift your head, Zhongli sounding like he had said these next few words millions of times before. "The shape you were conjuring is much too complex for someone of your skill level. But, that doesn't mean we can't make this."

He gestures back to the rock. "First off, simplify the shape of the item you're conjuring. Focus on the large main shapes. If I were trying to make a sculpture of a bird, then I would simplify it first into a small circle for the head, and then an oblong for the body."

You look back to the rock, connecting with its naturally occurring Geo energy. You take a calming breath and close your eyes to focus. "Then... if I were to simplify a guitar... it would be..."

You think back, way back to before you appeared here. Back to your normal life, with your friends and family. You think back on those afternoon jamming sessions with your friends as you'd sing and mess around and teach each other your instruments. You think back to the stories your father had told you, about wooing your mother with a serenade as he'd teach you one of the many songs he'd sing for you and for her.

You remember how you would tap, tap, tap on the guitar-- a makeshift drum as you jammed with friends. You remember the sting and the bite of the hard metal strings as your father taught you how to play a few songs. You remember playing the most basic of meme songs to troll your friends; loved ones leaving their own special marks on you and their guitars.

You smile as you think back to those happy memories way back then. "It would be... that weird sort of number 8 shape for the body..." You remember signing your name on the body of your friend's sticker covered guitar, and how you always gushed over how cool it looked. "...and the long-ass neck for the strings." You remember your father as he was stringing his guitar, how he always warned you to be careful with the E string as it was so thin and prone to snapping if tuned too tight.

You couldn't see it but Zhongli nods with a smile, watching you work. "Second, you add the larger details by redistributing the Geo around your structure. You could add more Geo by using the earth around you but, that's a lesson for another day. Now just focus on moving the Geo around. Back to my 'bird sculpture', I'd take some Geo energy from the main oblong body and move it to the head-- giving it eyes and a beak. I'd also slim the oblong body and make it more bird-like as I do so, moving the other extra Geo down to make feet."

You nod, trance-like as you dig deep in your memories.

The body would need to be hollowed of course, the extra Geo serving to fatten the neck a little and provide some detail to the head. Details like pegs, and tuners, and the little raised platform where the strings rested so they weren't completely flat on the fingerboard. And you can't forget about the frets, it wouldn't sound or feel right if you didn't have them.

You hum a little, the memories of old bringing a smile to your face. The pick guard needs to be a little below the soundhole-- afterall, that's where your hand'll hit when you start strumming. Speaking of strumming, the strings need a bridge to hold them down. Can't just have them attached to only the pegs or they'd be useless.

Zhongli chuckles, causing you to open your eyes. His smile is wide as he regards you with the softest expression, the corners of his eyes crinkling with pride. "Well... I was supposed to coach you on how to do some of the finer detail work but, it seems that I don't need to y/n." He nods at you, the rock in your hand feeling a little less like a rock.

You look down at it, and... "Oh my god. Oh, oh my god... Oh my god, Zhongli... I..."

There it was. An almost perfect copy of your friend's and family's guitar right in your hands. Actually, it would be more accurate to describe it as a fusion of the two instruments-- this guitar taking bits and pieces of the ones in your memories and bringing them to life here in Teyvat.

"Li... Li, I-- I'm so--" you take a deep, wet, shuddering breath. "I..." He merely brings you into a hug, you melting into his arms. "You did good. You did wonderfully, y/n."

You stay there together for a few moments, as you quietly fell apart in his arms. And with one final, shuddering breath, you pull away, looking up at him with a teary-eyed smile. "Thank... thank you, Li. I-- I wouldn't have done this without you." He huffs. "Only because I have an exceptional student."

You blush with praise as he inspects the guitar in your hands. You watch his eyes sparkle and widen, clearly impressed. "May I? Thank you." He lifts the guitar with your, admittedly, reluctant permission, careful fingers flitting about and checking over it. "I imagine that you want this to be a playable structure, yes? Because other than that, this is an impressive guitar structure."

He runs a finger across the strings, rock hard and immovable. "Honestly, the only thing you need to do is to change the composition of some of the material and it would be perfect! Of course, you'd most likely make adjustments to the thinness and thickness of the rock once you start hearing the sound, but overall-- this guitar is of exquisite make, y/n."

Zhongli hands you back your guitar. "I'm quite proud." You take it back, the blush slowly dying down on your face. "...Thanks."

Muscle memory overtakes your fingers as you press chords into the stone strings. The sting of your uncalloused fingers bringing bittersweet memories of your old life. "So... when will I learn to actually, ykno-- turn this into something playable?" "Oh, thats much too advanced for someone of your level, y/n."

The Wanderer bursts out laughing as you squawk in indignation. "WHAT THE FUCK?! That's directed to both of you by the way, but-- what the fuck?" "I'm merely saying that your control over Geo is impressive for someone who has, quite frankly, never done such a thing before. Even those with Visions could not have had that same sort of mastery at your level. But converting Geo into its other forms is a different beast than sculpting. You have to fundamentally change what form the Geo is currently taking-- much more different than moving it around with precision."

You hiss at Wanderer, who blows you a raspberry, as he keeps watch by the opening. Zhongli continues. "I as well, needed much time and practice to refine my control and ability over Geo and its many forms. I could adjust it for you but," He glances over to your silently fuming face, earlier so melancholic in its reminiscence. "I'm assuming you'd want to do it yourself. The next best thing if you want it now is to use the practice of alchemy to convert the sandstone into other materials. Alas, this is one of the few things I am not as knowledgeable on."

He glances to the rest of the team for help, who were peacefully just resting their tired arms and legs on a soft pile of leaves. Diluc speaks up from where he'd been using his folded coat as a pillow. "I've worked with the chief alchemist before on occasion and still remember those few moments where y/n used me to make 'character ascension' materials." He frowns in contemplation as he thinks back to those times.

"I remember that you'd be able to use the 'Dust of Azoth' to convert different kinds of pure, crystallized elemental energy into other elemental energy but, I'm not so sure if you'd be able to use it on... sandstone, you said?" Zhongli nods. "Yeah, there's a high likelihood of that not being able to happen. Dream Solvent is also a risky option, since it only works on 'boss drops' as y/n calls it."

"Well, they're dropped by bosses-- what else am I gonna call them?"

Barbara pipes up, chuckling at your remark. "The only other option I can think of is magic, but the only ones I know are mainly focused on Hydro and healing. But..." She trails off, twiddling her fingers from where she's using Diluc as a pillow. "If you're this proficient in just-- sculpting Geo, then maybe you'd also be that proficient in conversion too!" She suddenly turns sheepish as she scratches her head. "I mean... you are Overseer of Teyvat. There's no reason it wouldn't come easily to you."

"Yeah, its literally the entire reason we're wanted fugitives in every single corner of Teyvat." The entire mood of the alcove shifted as the Wanderer spoke, tone perfectly level as he sits on the edge; his back ramrod straight and legs still in the slowly blowing breeze. His voice is perfectly neutral, none of the usual snark or confidence or playful sass.

Something's wrong.

You kept your posture perfectly casual, fingers still playing with the stone strings of your guitar while in your head, you were scrolling through your weapons options to at least try and defend yourself from-- whatever it is that's alerted him. Everyone's doing something mostly the same, Barbara flipping through the pages of her Mappa Mare like it was just a regular atlas and not a weapon of mass destruction. Wanderer's fingers rapped on his bell, the movement making its clapper sway, its twinkling sounds deafeningly loud in your silence.

He kept his gaze forward, to the stones of Huaguang. Watching. Waiting.

Diluc casually laid a hand on his hip, as if it wasn't the perfect setup for a slash, and Zhongli merely poured himself a cup of tea, trusting in his power as Archon of the land.

Wanderer turns his head to the side and you see his eyes, casually taking in the beautiful scenery as if he wasn't looking for something. He begins to speak. "You know, it's rather pathetic for them to be chasing us down. Rather-- I think that its perfectly in character for them to do so. I mean," He shrugs with a scoff, cocky and insufferable. "are they that stupid as to not realize the differences between you and their 'Divine Excellency'?"

He's taunting them out.

You play along, the role of the 'Divine Deceiver' coming unnervingly easily to you. "Oh, please. They wouldn't recognize Lord Barbatos even if he descended with his godly form in their face. Oh wait--" The laugh that bursts out of your mouth is more of a cackle, the perfect lure.

And finally, the finishing blow-- "I... really didn't know, y/n. I'm sorry..."

Barbara, the perfect image of a confused girl who's lost her way.

"Oh, its alright Barbara," you coo, the whiplash from scheming cruelty to innocent dove almost certainly driving the hit home. "He was merely shirking his duties as the God of Mondstat! And for what? To get wasted every night at Angel's Share?" You scoot closer to her, Zhongli softly blowing on his steaming cup. "So, he's both a liar and an irresponsible god! But don't you worry Barbara, your Divine Overseer is here now." You let her take your hand and kiss it, the very image of reverence and worship.

Barbara nuzzles up to your hand, the tension almost palpable in the air as you all wait for the shoe to drop. Zhongli must've sensed your growing panic, speaking up into the silence. His eyes are soft as he talks. "Yes... thank you for your descent here to Teyvat, your grace." His face sombers, setting down his tea. "I've grown weak in my thousands of years of living, and have had to shirk my duties to my people just like that drunken fool."

He's done well to ease your panic, but it's only replaced by growing dread as he continues to talk. "I... I cannot thank you enough for forgiving me for my incompetence as Overseer of Liyue. I can only hope that my servitude to you will make up for that." Zhongli, whenever he plays his role, never quite lays it on this thick.

Though he's felt remorse and doubts when he stepped down from being the god of Liyue, he has never seen himself as incompetent or weak. He is, afterall, Morax the Warrior God and God of Contracts. Everything he does, he completes to absolute perfection. This self deprecation can only mean one thing.

Oh.

Oh, no.

It's Xiao.

A burst of black and green light-- Anemo energy, blinds almost everyone inside, Diluc and Wanderer still safe thanks to their positions. "Slander!" Xiao hisses. "This is slander and lies, Morax!" You claw at his arms as he grips you in a chokehold. "Do not listen to a single word that leaves this-- this charlatan's mouth!" Zhongli, if he wasn't already, sits straight up and his voice booms with a level of power and authority that none of you have ever heard before.

"Stand down, Xiao." This, this is Morax, the God of War himself speaking.

He summons his blade, the Primordial Jade Spear, and points the edge to your neck. Wanderer stands by the entrance, orbs of black Anemo in his palms and at the ready. Diluc is standing, the blinded Barbara behind him and Wolf's Gravestone at the ready. "Take it back."

You could almost feel the cool jade against your neck with how close its getting to you. "Take it all back Morax-- they're just lies that this vermin," Xiao practically spits the insult out like phlegm. "has wormed into your head." Morax's eyes narrow as he rises, his height making him tower over the Vigilant Yaksha.

"I will not repeat myself again. Stand down, General Alatus."

Xiao bristles, tightening his hold on both you and his spear. You choke as the already agitated yaksha fumes, blade and hand mere moments away from taking your life. He stands his ground against the sheer authority rolling off Morax in waves. "No. No, I will not stand down. I will not stand down, Grand Marshal!"

Morax's eyes narrow as he summons his own spear, the Vortex Vanquisher. "No. No, what I will do, Grand Marshal, is to take this impostor," he speaks the insult with such venom. "before the Divine Overseer's throne not because I want whatever reward they're offering-- no. I am doing this because this faker has clearly poisoned your mind, Morax!" He turns to the rest of the tiny cave. "They've poisoned all of your minds with their lies!"

"I am doing this for the good of Liyue, Rex. For the good of Teyvat!"

And for a moment, his rage ebbs into something like desperation. "Please, understand-- I am doing this for you, I am doing this because of my contract and my duty to protect and serve you and Liyue and the people. Please..."

His eyes soften with sorrow, Morax melting away back into Zhongli as you choke and gasp for air in Xiao's grip. "I am afraid that there are many things you do not yet understand, Alatus."

And Xiao's rage returns, climaxing into a roaring burst of Anemo energy.

"Disappear!" And he left just as he came, with a burst of black and green Anemo energy, Diluc and Wanderer stumbling as they had lunged after you to no avail.

-

You're currently high in the air above the stone pillars of Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao having shed part of his human form to free the more beastial parts of his Adepti form-- A large and beautiful pair of dark green wings, shimmering golden in the sunlight. The sight of his wings would've been a wonder to look at as you flew through the sky, if you weren't currently hanging by his talons with his spear still pressed to your neck. The threat of death does certainly ruin the whole experience.

The pressure of the blade to your neck is light as you squirm. "Let me go, Xiao!" He tsks. "Believe me, I'd love to just let go of you and watch as you splatter against the rocks and erase your feeble mortal existence from this world. But, I'm going to present you, you impostor, to the Divine Overseer so that they may properly judge you for your blasphemy against them."

You squawk in fear and indignation. "I MEAN'T LIKE-- PUT ME DOWN SAFELY AND LEAVE ME ALONE?!" Another tsk. "Just keep your mouth shut lest I change my mind." You gasp in indignation. "You wouldn't dare!" You cling onto his talons anyways.

It seems like it was the correct decision, seeing as his grip loosened greatly. Xiao chuckles as you cling to him, fingers practically digging into his feet. "Normally, the suffering of the people is something I greatly despise. But, this does bring a smile to my face."

You squeak, the panic and fear festering in your heart finally fully showing itself. "Please-- please can't we just talk this out or something?!" He scoffs. "Like I'll listen to you and your saccharine lies and silver tongue." His grip tightens, enough to draw blood. You shout in pain as he continues. "I don't know what magicks you did or what words you said to them that-- that turned them all this way, but know this, deceiver."

It stings; the way he says your undeserved title, and the talons digging into your flesh. "It will stop now. You, and your lying, and scheming, and blaspheming-- It will all be paid for. With your life, with your blood-- with whatever the Divine Overseer sees fit. And when you are gone from this world, I will make sure that everything you've done-- everyone's minds you've poisoned, everyone that you've harmed-- I will be sure to make it all right again. Do you understand, you fake?!"

Yeah, okay-- you had to agree. The whole playing into your roles thing is really hurting all your reputations. But that's something to be worried about later, the intensity of the situation having reached its peak for you.

You're heaving-- gulping as much air into your lungs as you shake; trembling in his grip. Your heart's pounding, a rabbit-like pace, as you claw at his talons, babbling and begging. "Please-- please, let me go-- you, you don't understand Xiao, please! I can explain everything, please, god, don't kill me! Please, please, please!"

The floodgates break, tears and snot streaming down your face. "God-- fuck! I never even wanted to be here-- I never even to be like this! Fuck-- fuck! Xiao, please-- please, I just want to go home!"

Something changed inside him, with only the barest off-beat wing flap indicating the seed of doubt planted in his heart. He growls, deep and guttural and angry. "I won't listen to your lies. Not now, not ever."

But with the way you begged for your life... it didn't feel like a lie.

Unfortunately, the beginnings of his inner turmoil go unnoticed to you, the panic and fear reaching its climax. You needed to get away, you didn't want to die yet. You needed to go somewhere else-- anywhere else as long as you were safe and alive and away from him. Your mind instinctively goes to the nearest Waypoint, but the realization hits you as you were about to teleport away.

The Vessels know how the Waypoints work now. Thanks to you, those "strange, four pronged landmarks" became a source of fast-travel for the Vision-holders. The Vision-holders that were currently hunting you. Vision-holders that would be watching and waiting at those same Waypoints, waiting for you or any of your party to appear in a golden flash of light.

You would die if you teleport yourself away, the Vision-holders and the militia camping at those structures.

You would die if you resist Xiao's grip, falling to your death or slamming into one of the stone pillars that dot Huaguang.

You would die if you give up, your doppelganger most definitely looking to make you suffer as you breathe your last breaths.

All roads lead to your demise.

But-- no-- no, it cant be. You can't die just yet-- you can't just leave them behind like that. You can't just betray Wanderer, you can't hurt Barbara again, you can't let Diluc lose another loved one again, you can't let Zhongli lose the few remaining dredges of family he has left. And even though Teyvat would never, ever let you die-- not truly at least, dying hurts. Dying always hurt so much.

You have to live.

For you, your newfound family and friends, at least until you can find someway to-- to fix this. To fix everything.

You can't run away from this. Even if you wanted to.

You force yourself to calm down, slowing your breath and heart, but your mind still roiling with fear and anxiety. This is a do or die situation. What can you do? What can you do in this moment, with your feeble strength and abilities that won't end up in Xiao lobbing your head off, or falling to your death, or some other horrible ending to your fate?

You can surprise him-- Diluc and Zhongli had trained you with a sword when they could, Diluc's old Favonius Sword somehow both heavy and light in your hands in your short training sessions. But as soon as you'd bring out the blade, Xiao would probably slit your throat or drop you to force you to drop the sword.

Teleporting is out of the question, with each Waypoint practically swarming with bloodthirsty soldiers. What else, what else?!

You frantically look around Huaguang for something-- anything that could get you out of this. It's such a shame for Zhongli, he only wanted some peace and rest-- to live out the rest of his retirement in peace. But, unfortunately ever since you dropped into this world, he's not only hated and lambasted by his people, but also exposed as a god-- forever tarnishing him in their memory.

A touch of sorrow fills your heart, as Xiao flies you off. And to think-- he'd spent thousands and thousands of years protecting his people with his powers and spears, only for them to turn those same things against him. You still remember the sting as those spears and arrows rained down upon you and the group. And to think, he used to do the same to his enemies during the Archon War, just to protect Liyue and his people. You chuckle. How the tables have turned.

Wait... Spears... Archon War... Zhongli...

You have an idea.

Trusting Xiao to not let you go, you release your almost vice-like grip on his feet, looking out onto the stone pillars before you. You take a calming breath, calling onto Zhongli's teachings. The shiver that goes up your body is so much more different than the tremblings of fear you felt earlier, having connected with the pure Geo energy present within the pillars. You groan, this power filling and rushing within you overwhelming your senses. Is this what it feels like to be Zhongli?

Thinking back to earlier, when you had so effortlessly sculpted a stone guitar, you call out to the Geo energy in those pillars surrounding you-- each one of them answering in turn. You shiver, still unused to the surge of power inside you, Teyvat itself so willing and eager to answer your call. You impose your will onto the world around you, your wish deeply ingrained into each stone, each drop of water, and each blade of grass.

Save me.

Xiao, abruptly yanked out of his thoughts, stops mid-air as the pillars rumble and shake. "You dirty witch! What did you do?!" He flaps around frantically as the pillars begin to crumble and fall atop you. You gulp as you hang on to his claws, the two of you beginning to fall mid-air. "A trust exercise!"

-

Earlier...

"Dammit!" Wanderer shouts, as regains his balance. "Shit-- that damn adepti took them and just-- vanished!" He paces, grumbling as he tries toget his thoughts together. "Fuck-- Barbara, where's the nearest Waypoint? We might still be able to rush the soldiers if we get there now." "No, there's no need for that." Zhongli places a hand on Barbara's shoulder, who had frantically began paging her Mappa Mare.

"What do you mean there's no need for that-- He quite literally vanished! There's no other explanation for it than him going to a Waypoint!" He sighs, recalling his old memories. "Alatus, better known as the Adeptus Xiao, was once the mere hound of a god who had captured him. He was forced to do many horrible acts in that god's name, and was even made to eat the dreams of his victims."

The Wanderer crossed his arms. "And? What does his sob story have to do with y/n getting fucking kidnapped?" He ignored his rise, Zhongli continuing on. "Before I had freed him from his old master, before I bestowed upon him the name 'Xiao', he went by a different name. Alatus. This was because of what he was as an Illuminated Beast. Before he was Xiao, known as the Conquerer of Demons, efore he was Alatus, known as the Devourer of Dreams, he was known as Alatus, the Great Golden Winged. He was known for the beauty of his wings, and swiftness like no other."

"...Meaning that he used some sort of ancient adeptal magic to 'teleport' out of here?" Zhongli nodded at Diluc, who had regained his bearing. "Yes. There can be no other explanation." Wanderer speaks up. "And how are you so sure of that?" The once-Archon hummed as his eyes shone with Geo energy. Elemental Sight.

"There is a difference between Waypoint Teleportation and Xiao's Adeptal Teleportation. Whenever we use a Waypoint, we leave little to no elemental energy behind. On the off chance we do, the energy we leave behind is Null energy-- pure, unadulterated elemental energy that hasn't turned into one of the seven elements yet. It usually dissipates into whatever element is nearest to it, in most abundance, or most prominent. And the traces of Null energy are so miniscule that you'd miss it even if you're actively looking for it." Zhongli blinks away his elemental sight, gesturing to where Xiao and their Overseer once stood.

"This small area is condensed with Anemo energy, with trace amounts of Xiao's accumulated karma. He, therefore, cannot have used a Waypoint." Wanderer tch-ed, as everyone's eye's faded back into their regular shades. "Touché old man, touché."

"That's... fascinating but," Barbara had her Mappa Mare cracked open to the lands of Liyue, Minlin. "how are we supposed to track Xiao? We know that he's obviously taking them to the fake, and that y/n would do all they can to stop or at least delay him, but what path would he take?" She rubs her hands in worry. "Oh, we're surrounded by all sides with adepti! I'd know what paths and what distractions y/n would make but-- but what about Xiao? Would he fall for y/n's baiting and tricks? From earlier, it doesn't seem like he would and that any attempt y/n would make to slow him down wouldn't work..."

Diluc grumbles as he looks down onto the atlas. He sighs. "You know him best Li, we'll follow your lead." A nod.

"Alright. Wanderer, you have an Anemo Vision and you're the fastest out of all of us. Is there any chance you can use the residual Anemo energy to try and pin point his location? If not, do a close and general sweep of the area to try and figure out what direction he went. From there, you'll be our 'eye in the sky' as y/n would put it. You'll be the one guiding us to their location." He nods as he rushes where Xiao was, cupping his hands and filling them with Anemo.

"Barbara, seeing as you've spent the most time with y/n and have the added benefit of 'level 10 friendship', you'll be my advisor to whatever other variables and probabilities that they'd do or make for us. Like if they manage to somehow talk Xiao into putting them down, or if they shift into one of us to try to fight their way out." Another nod as she takes her place at his side.

Zhongli turns to the last of their group. "Diluc--" "Muscle?" A nod. "Apologies, old friend." He brushes it off. "It's alright. There's not much I can do here anyways." They exchange a nod as Zhongli kneels, pressing a hand into the rock. "I'll try to find them by communicating with the pillars or by the Geo signature of their stone guitar. They'd also unwittingly resonated with Geo earlier so this may be a little easier..."

Zhongli feels the Geo energy rush within him. He soaks it all in, feeling it fill up every part of him-- from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He is positively thrumming with Geo, but no matter how much he takes in, it will never fill up the gaping hole left behind by the Gnosis. He pushes past that old ache, setting his eyes back on his objective.

When he speaks, every rock, every pebble, every boulder, every stone-- no matter how big or small or insignificant, all raise themselves in attention.

"Where is my god?"

The pebbles tumble and cry-- as the wind and waters move us to and fro, we do not know, oh, Lord of Geo.

The boulders rumble in their places-- as rain and time wear us down, we do not know, oh, Lord of Geo.

The grains of sand swirl and churn-- as the tides and the fish guide us 'round Teyvat, we do not know, oh, Lord of Geo.

The crystals gleam and shine-- as both adventurers and miners pick, pick, pick away at us, we do not know, oh, Lord of Geo.

Zhongli frowns, digging deeper and deeper within his connection with the earth. Deeper and deeper still, until he can find each speck of dust and soot by name. Until he can see his allies by the Geo energy emitted by the imperceptible dusting of earth on their bodies.

He speaks once more, urging the stones to sense their surrounding not just by the seismic sense that the natural world has on their forms but to open their eyes-- to see how their once-god saw the world around himself.

"Where is my god?"

The dirt in the breeze dances and twirls-- god, my god, rejoice! We have been graced by our Divine Overseer's touch!

The pure Geo energy shaped curiously like a person roils and churns-- god, my god, rejoice! We have been graced by our Divine Overseer's call!

The pillars shake with glee-- god, my god, rejoice! We have been graced by our Divine Overseer's will!

In the distance, Zhongli could both hear and feel the crumbling and collapsing of multiple of Huaguang's pillars. No-- rather, he himself were the crumbling pillars, stone stelai kneeling before their almighty god. He surfaces, weakening his connection and clearing his mind from the pure and unadulterated Geo that had overtaken him. Shaking away the desire to kowtow that he presumes is from the stone pillars (though he wouldn't be surprised if it came from deep buried instincts), Zhongli rouses to the image of the group waiting for him at the lip of their alcove.

Wanderer plays with a dark and karma tinted thread of Anemo. "I have a slight feeling I know exactly where y/n is."

-

You groan, having landed in a tangled feathery heap. You cough, waving away at the dust in the air as you try to take in your surroundings. Key word here being try, as you come to realize that the pillars had collapsed on top of you to perfectly form a small and yet sizable cavern. A cavern, mind you, with no light source.

You blindly grope around and wave your hands in the air. "Man, it'd sure be nice if I could see." And would you look at that? The next few random rocks you wildly flailed around at were bright, glowing ores of Cor Lapis, covered so heavily in dust and soot that you couldn't see their light. Perk of being god, you suppose.

After using the weak lights of the ores to find others to light up your tiny enclosure, you finally drink in your surroundings. It wasn't much really-- just some rocks, rocks, more rocks, Xiao laying bloody and bruised on the floor, couple more rocks...

"Oh shit-- Xiao!"

You rush to his side, cradling his head in your hands as he groaned in pain. You sucked in a breath, examining the rest of his body. It wasn't anything too major, thank goodness, but it was clear that when you landed, he took the brunt of the damage. You take a few breaths to calm down the rising panic in your chest. He might've wanted to skin you alive and turn you into a nice fur coat for that face-stealing copycat, but he doesn't have to die for it.

You dab away at the blood and dust beginning to cake his many wounds, Barbara's teachings echoing in the back of your mind.

He doesn't have to die. He doesn't know the truth.

You empty the small bottle of water into your now dirty cloth, wiping and cleaning away at the blood and grime on his body. A small frown forms as you stare at the heavily bleeding cut on his head. You know from Barbara's many lectures and the times you got really deep into Wikipedia articles at 3 am, that head wounds bleed heavily. When your head gets damaged, it bleeds much more compared to any other body part and that's normal. That's fine and okay.

But knowledge of things doesn't usually help irrational fears, as you turn his head to try and treat it. But you don't get much further than turning it to face you, as you are immediately met with the cold sting of metal on your neck. Xiao glares at you, gaze fierce but taut. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I assure you I won't fall for it."

You immediately freeze like a deer in headlights. "I wasn't trying to do anything!-- I mean I was, but it's nothing bad! I promise!" You and your hands are frozen still on the sides of his face as you watch his expression go through dozens of emotions you can't quite place. You'd love to look away, but the gentle pressure of the small dagger at your neck is quick to dissuade that idea.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally settles on a sort of neutral but piercing glare. "What were you trying to do then." Your gaze drops from his face, a red heat rising to your face. "There's a cut on your head. It's bleeding a lot and... and I got worried. I know head wounds do that, bleed a lot, but... but still. I got worried."

You could feel his gaze searching your slowly heating face. But you didn't care about that, eyes slowly drifting towards the blood and the wounds on his body. Fuck, couldn't you do anything right? If you took a different route like Nantianmen, or hadn't nagged the group for a break, or played into your rumors to tease him out or something, none of this would've ever happened. You wouldn't have gotten so close to dying multiple times, you wouldn't have almost killed Xiao when you begged Teyvat for help, you wouldn't have to complicate Zhongli's feelings with Xiao and the adepti and--

You take a breath, wet and slow.

And you wouldn't have your old guitar back. And you wouldn't have learned to at least control a tiny bit of your abilities. Wouldn't have given them the rest they so rightfully deserved and needed. Wouldn't have bantered or brought a smile to your friends faces.

In the end, there's no use to wondering and worrying about "what if"s and "could've been"s. The only thing you can do now is to make the best of what you've got.

A sharp hiss takes you out of your silent musing, Xiao attempting to sit up and failing. You barely register the lack of cold metal on your neck as you help him up, leaning him against the cavern wall. "Are, are you okay? I mean, you're obviously not-- you're fucking covered in blood, and bruises, and shit, but like-- you get what I mean yeah? Oh, speaking of!" You summon the first healing food that came to mind. Chicken Mushroom Skewers and a Sweet Madame. "I don't really have medical supplies but..."

You trail off, unsure if food having medicinal and magical healing properties is a normal thing. "...But I've found that having a full stomach helps?" Good save.

Xiao, whose mind has been roiling with confusion and contradictions and conflicting information this whole time, blinks at you in pained befuddlement. He clears his mind, or at least clears it as much as he can with a slight shake of his head. "It's... It's fine. Its just some mild bruising and minor injuries." Xiao stretches his wings in mild discomfort.

On a second thought, maybe those minor injuries weren't as minor as he thought, flinching hard at the pain that shot up his wing. Both of his wings. "Oh, shit! Are you okay?" "Don't touch me!" He slaps your hands away from where they were reaching out for his wings. Xiao scoots away from you, palming his dagger and glaring.

"Why are you suddenly acting like this?!" His Jade spear gleams in the soft light of the Cor Lapis, pointed at your neck. "Don't think your pretty words and silver tongue will worm its way into mind head and poison me like you did with Morax and the rest you've encountered!" The emotional whiplash and building conflict within him reached its breaking point. "Who-- What-- What is your plan here? Helping me and keeping me alive will only bring you more problems in the future! You have had ample opportunity to remove a potential-- not even potential, actual problem in, in whatever grand scheme or plan you have!"

He's heaving now, the roiling emotions in his chest taking over. "Unless you plan to have all of Teyvat in the palm of your hand, having us all grovel and cower like a dog at a table, begging for scraps. But-- but what was that?! Rex La-- Morax-- Zhongli would never topple the pillars of Huaguang like that! And seeing how precious you are to him, he'd never risk it at the chance of ending you."

He'd dismissed his weapon in the middle of his rant, burying his hands in his hair; the confusion and doubt clashing with the conflicting thoughts and emotions within him.

"But earlier-- no sane person would fall for the show you displayed earlier, so clearly scheming and conniving with your little group. So it was-- so it was a trap, bait for me to get in and--and... it was, it was bait-- a trap. A--A trap for me, I--"

It hurt. It hurt so much. He's so lost, so confused. Rex-- No, Zhongli. Zhongli was right. What was their goal here? What does he not understand?

He pulls at his hair, roaring in frustration.

Archons, he wants to understand. He wants to know what mysteries and truths are hidden from him yet. He wants to understand why he follows them, why those... supposedly brainwashed people were so eager to lay down their lives, why his Almighty Overseer had ordered this manhunt so easily and readily at the first rumor that this lookalike existed? Why his body aches and screams with pain as the seed of doubt begins to bloom in his chest?

It hurts. It hurts so much.

It's not supposed to hurt.

He clutches at his chest, the rising tide of emotions within him having empowered his age-old karmic debt. It claws and roils deep within his skin, the corruption reaching for his very being. He chokes, something burning, and inky, and tar-like deep in his throat, the feeling of drowning not far behind. Distantly, he hears himself screaming.

He claws at himself-- at his drowning neck, at his arms and legs bound in ancient burning rage and agony, at the many small wounds leaking both blood and a searing ancient hate. He claws at his back, at his wings-- wishing to tear them off so that their shining beauty and wonder may not be tainted by his eons of sins crawling up his spine. He can feel the karma reaching for them, a tiny and pure and clean part of himself that he had hidden from it so thoroughly until now.

"My-- My wings!--" He chokes, on air or karma or blood, he doesn't know. "Not-- not my wings!"

He feels gentle hands in his hair, pulling his head to rest on something warm and soft. Tears and spit covered his face. It had never hurt this bad before.

Your hands were shaking with panic as you brushed your fingers into his hair, having at least laid his head on a bit of folded fabric. "Sh, sh, sh," you cooed into his ear. "Just-- just breathe. Listen to my voice. Focus on my voice." Your voice cracked. "Please."

Xiao's head turns slightly to you, as he shook and writhed on the floor. He was delirious enough to listen to you. You gulp.

As you brush his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his tear and spit streaked face, you wracked your mind for-- for something-- anything that could help. You take a breath. Another. Panicking won't solve anything. But its hard not to. You feel him clutch your hand like a life line.

You remember... you remember an old voiceline-- Zhongli telling the traveler to deliver some painkillers to him. But-- no, that won't help right now. Zhongli isn't here, and you don't have the painkillers. Hell, you didn't even know how to make those painkillers. What else, what else...

Your eyes scanned the cavern, trying to find something that would spark an idea-- something that could help. Xiao whimpers in your arms. "Please... hurts... so much..." "I'm trying Xiao, just-- just hang on a little longer and you'll be okay, I promise." Come on, come on-- isn't there a character story or piece of lore that could help? Character story... lore...

You know what to do. You just weren't sure if it'd work.

You let go of him, resting his head back on the scrap of cloth you laid out for him. He whines in pain, reaching out for you but you let go of him nonetheless. "Sh, sh, sh... I'm here, I'm here, shhh... you'll be okay, it won't hurt anymore I promise."

You bring out your guitar, still more like a stone statuette than an actual guitar. You still weren't sure this was going to work, but it has to. It needs to. Its going to.

You take a breath, close your eyes, and call upon the Geo within you. Right now, this is just you and your guitar and your captive audience. No life-threatening dangers and prejudices, just you, and your music, and your avid listener.

You strum your hands across the strings.

"Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do,"

The notes ring out inside the cavern, the Cor Lapis almost pulsing with the sound.

"Do-mi-so-do,"

Despite the grim situation, you couldn't help the smile that creeps onto your face. You brush your hands onto the strings once more.

"Isn't it pretty?"

The ores seem to shine brighter in response. Your voice changes to match the next line.

"...how exceedingly simple."

Memories of an old but beloved show fill your mind.

"Do-mi-so-ti,"

Xiao's labored breathing slows.

"We're making music!"

Another strum.

"What is the point?"

You couldn't help the sudden beaming smile on your worn and worried face at his words. His breathing is still heavy, curling up into himself in pain.

"You're not-- making anything."

You could almost see it, back on your couch watching the show as this not so exact scene plays out on screen.

"Well, if it isn't anything, then why does it sound so good?"

He breathes, long, and hard, and deep; the pain is slowly subsiding from his body.

"I suppose its just interest,"

He ignores the tiny voice in his head, reminding him of the first time a god had calmed the karma within him.

"Do-mi-so-do,"

You keep playing the simple tune, memories of acting out certain scenes and songs with friends rising from the depths of your mind.

"Devoid of substance or purpose, a hypothetical pattern,"

Xiao lays there, still curled up on the floor.

"Do-mi-so-ti,"

He lays a wing over himself.

"For the satisfaction of bringing it to completion."

Xiao blinks. The weight of the karma on his chest is gone.

"Sure."

You try to remember the rest of the chords to the song, playing a little with the fingering.

"Do-mi-so-ti."

He tightens his curled position.

"Interest without meaning?"

Even the small pains from his scratches and bruises have faded.

"Solutions without problems?"

Despite the turmoil building up once again within him, you keep strumming at your guitar.

"And then you just add words!"

The words flow from your mouth easily, having sung this song thousands of times in a different life.

"Here's what I've been working on."

Xiao watches as your fingers skillfully fly on the guitar as you take a breath to sing.

"Life and death and love and birth,"

Oddly enough...

"And peace and war on the planet Earth."

Despite all the turmoil and confusion...

"Is there anything that's worth more,"

And his Overseer's warning to not fall for this impostor's trickery...

"Than peace and love on the planet Earth? Ooh-woah,"

He feels at ease with you.

"Come on and sing it with me!"

You were genuinely offering, despite it being the actual lyrics.

"Sing?"

Xiao raises an eyebrow, choosing to sort out... everything later.

"The words relate to the key,"

You smile, both to him and to yourself. No wonder your first Vessel was the Traveler.

"Key?"

You lean back, fingers still strumming on the strings of your guitar.

"If its a pattern, if its a pattern, then just repeat after me!"

You were just so full of love and wonder for this world. Steadfast, and strong-willed, and even willing to break bread, or in this case share a song, with a sworn enemy.

-

Life and death and love and birth,

Zhongli couldn't help but break into a small grin, the rocks and stones singing to him in your voice. With a small nudge to the Geo around him, they sung louder, loud enough for the group to hear.

Life and death and love and birth,

"Is that guy... singing along?!" Diluc huffed from where he was being carried by the Wanderer. "...yeah, okay, at this point I probably shouldn't be surprised anymore."

Now you sing mi-fa-mi-mi-fa-mi-ti-la,

Barbara cradled a singing rock in her hands from where she sat upon Zhongli's dust cloud. "...I think it's selfish of me to want to hoard them all to ourselves and just travel Teyvat like this."

And peace and war on the planet Earth!

Zhongli watches as his Memory of Dust endlessly locked and unlocked itself, using it to pilot the dust cloud they're to their destination. He stares ahead as she continues her musing. "...And I think y/n feels the same way too."

-

You clap with glee as he sings along.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Xiao scoffs, tentatively sitting up. He shoots you a look when he sees the flash of worry on your face.

"That's so easy."

You focus back on your playing, glad that it helped. You can already tell that you're gonna have a crazy freakout session after... all of this.

"Yeah, but that's what's fun about it,"

Your fingers flowed with ease on the strings, a perfect replica of the ones you have back home where they were once just stone. You have a feeling you're gonna go ballistic about this too.

"You should write something, you should write a song!"

Just like earlier, despite the suggestion being literally lyrics the in the song, you're genuinely asking.

"About what?"

You couldn't help but giggle to yourself at the curious but eager lilt in his voice.

"Whatever your thinking!"

You watch as a look takes over his face for a moment. He steels himself and sighs. Singing always helps release some pent-up emotions in your experience, so for someone with a special relationship with them like Xiao, it must be a huge relief.

He opens his mouth to sing.

-

I guess we're already here,

Zhongli watches as the Wanderer and Diluc finally reach them, a perfectly shaped dome in the middle of all this rubble and destruction.

I guess we already know,

Backing up to gain some momentum, Wanderer suddenly zooms forward and throws Diluc at the geode they're about to crack open.

We've all got something to fear,

Speeding like a bullet, he throws back his claymore and with a mighty scream and a mighty heft, he is set alight by Dawn. "Your verdict is--!"

We've all got nowhere to go,

The geode is sliced open, Dawn dancing and rising up into the sky. Zhongli waves his hand, his Memory pulsing with light, and the cut-off lid is caught by almost spiderweb-like threads of pure Geo.

There was nothing Xiao could do as the two of them were rushed by a sudden burst of Hydro and Anemo energy, the resulting Swirl preventing him from doing anything.

I think you're all insane,

You're whisked off into the Wanderer's arms, both of you zipping up high into the sky where the rest of your ragtag team is waiting upon Zhongli's dust cloud.

But I guess I am too,

Wanderer nods at him but before anything happens, you raise your hand. "Its fine. You don't have to do anything." The four of them share a look. "I have a feeling he won't follow us outta here."

Anybody would be if they were stuck in Teyvat with you.

After a beat of silence, they relent. The dust cloud churns as Zhongli takes you and the gang far and away from here. "Your 'feelings' have never failed us before." The Wanderer groans as he tilts his head back in annoyance. "And it shouldn't fuckin' start now, asshole. Do you even have any idea the hassle we have to do just to get you every time you get kidnapped?!"

You chuckle, fluent in the Wanderer's special type of emotionally constipated way of speaking. "Thank you for caring Wanderer. And I'm sorry for worrying you." You turn to the rest of the group. "All of you. I... I really am." The Wanderer merely scoffs and looks away. Diluc nods and says, "It's alright. Just... do try to not worry us too much next time yeah?" You smile. Despite it all, you smile.

"Ahahaha, yeah!"

Barbara tackles you in a tight hug. You eagerly reciprocate.

Life and death and love and birth and,

"I hadn't realized until now-- are the rocks singing?!" Zhongli, having sat down with his legs crossed, hands you a pebble. "It was the fastest way we confirmed you're alright."

Life and death and love and birth and,

"I know I should be used to it at this point with all the wacky-ass shit we encounter, but I'm still not over you making the 'Guardian Yaksha' sing!" Wanderer exclaims. You giggle, a memory popping up as fresh as day. "Well, it didn't take me much you get you to sing. And on our first meeting too!"

Life and death and love and birth and,

The two of you bicker as Barbara tries to mediate and Zhongli focuses back on whisking you all away. Diluc looks down at the destruction they caused in Huaguang, the cut open cavern of your geode like a glittering clamshell in the afternoon sun. He could barely make out Xiao's silhouette amidst all the Cor Lapis and Crystal Ore.

Peace and war on the planet Earth.

Satisfied that he wouldn't and/or couldn't follow them, Diluc turns back to the rest of you, the bickering having turned into friendly playfighting and banter. He looks at you and notices something amiss. He chuckles, getting everyones attention. "We went through all of that for your guitar, and you didn't even manage to save it." "Oh, no no no, I have it right here!" With a flash of light, you summon your guitar. It's looking awfully like the zither you bought at Liyue. "...Goddammit."

Is there anything that's worth more?

Xiao would like to say that you'd all left him in a daze when you ambushed him, but really... He'd been caught up in your words. Your song. Too caught up in the things that happened to him during your song.

Is there anything that's worth more?

Still in disbelief of his now unblemished and uninjured form, he goes over to your... stringed instrument. A guitar, his mind supplies, having remembered watching that fiery one's "rock and roll" concert after realizing that the strange activity he saw was just her and her people setting up a small venue.

Is there anything that's worth more?

He runs his finger across the strings, simple notes coming up to greet his ears. He shouldn't be surprised, songs are merely the beautiful weavings of simple notes coming together. Not unlike his once-Grand Marshal's battle tactics coming to fruition. Not unlike your schemes that his Divine Overseer claims you have.

Xiao turns his gaze to the skies, the cloud of dust you all so quickly arrived in now long gone.

Than peace and love on the planet Earth?

He does not follow.

---

AAAAAAAAND DONE! oh my fucking god this took forever to write IKLRHeSTgHEKRGJK-- literally took me a year or so to finish AHJAHAHA Honestly the real struggle here was finding the time to write since like-- i already had the whole story in my head, i just needed to translate it into words.

Well... not really? It was more like i had a guideline for how i wanted this to go, its just that when i started writing thats when i put in the details lol

also there's some parts there that i think like... drag a little aka the part where y/n is panicking and trying to think of a solution for the problem-- i wanted it to take a while and for y/n to form a thought process that ended in the natural conclusion of figuring out a solution to their problem. Id LIKE to think i did p well at that part but like im not too sureeeeeeeee

also-- THE AMOUNT OF SET UP JUST TO GET TO THE SONG PART-- THE SONG IS BARELY EVEN PART OF THE STORY AHAHAHHAHAHAHA-- now that, im COMPLETELY UNAPOLOGETIC FOR AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

oh yeah-- i already said this before but there is gonna be a rough-ish timeline for the Playlist so if i ever write a fic where y/n cant do this but in the other fic can do it-- just trust me theres a timeline, its probably before the event that made y/n able to do it lol

id add more a/ns but like-- my brain is mush and i can finally publish this so im gonna stop here. oh right-- i did mention this is gonna be a two parter, so the next part in this will be the immediate aftermath, exploring Xiao's POV of the situation and his thoughts. I wanna say that itll be short but uh. Considering my track record, thats not gonna happen. thanks for reading yall :))

[scarisd3ad]

Superstar | football player!Joel miller x popstar!reader

One - sparks fly

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Warnings - cursing, fake dating? Age gap based off of Taylor swift and Travis Kelce kinda hard launching their relationship last night, Joel has his both his daughters but they are way younger in this (Sarah being 9, and Ellie being 5), Joel is 37 and reader is 26, no outbreak au, and modern au (its around 2022 or 2023)

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

‘Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile’

I don't think I've ever cleaned so hard as I did today, I made sure anything not child appropriate was put up, I made sure all the rooms were cleaned, the floors were mopped, and the carpets were vacuumed. I also made sure ollies litter was fresh. everything was ready for when Joel and his oldest daughter arrived. I even made sure to wear a kid appropriate one-piece bathing suit with a pair of shorts pulled over it. ollie somehow knew I was expecting visitors, so he was being way more energetic than he normally is, running around, jumping on and off things and scratching up the side of the walls. 

knock, knock knock.

I look down at my phone it was only 12:50 they were 10 minutes early. I take a deep breath in; my heart was pounding against my chest. just act normal, I can't make this kid and Joel think I'm weird. "Act normal, just be me" I whisper to myself as I walk up to the front door. I open the door to see Joel in a pair of swim trunks and a shirt that read 'Dallas cowboys', the little girl stood next to him looked to be about 9 she had curly brown hair, and the same deep brown eyes her father has. "Hi oh my god your early" I laugh, Joel smiles and nods "yeah per Sarah's request she said we needed to be here early" Sarah smiles shyly up at me "hi Sarah im-"

"y/n l/n I know who you are daddy and I listen to your music in the car" I laugh as Joel bites his lip and laughs "yeah my mom bought her your album for Christmas didn't she Babygirl?" Sarah nods "yup grandma bought it for me after I showed her my poster of you." I love all my fans, but the little kids will always have a special place in my heart because I remember being their age and listening to my favorite artist's hoping id be just like them when I grew up. now I'm just like them and little kids are looking up to me hoping they'll be like me.

"How about you two come in I've got some chips and drinks sittin' out by the pool waitin' for you" I say as I open the door wider so they both can walk in. "oh my god kitty" Sarah falls to her knees in front of ollie as he walks up to her. "Aww daddy look its purring" Sarah exclaims as she rubs her hands down ollies back. "His name is ollie" I say, "aw ollie you're so pretty" she coo's.

"c'mon Sar lets go swim" Sarah frowns but obeys her father and rises back to her feet. "Daddy, I want a cat, can you get us a cat?" she whispers to Joel as we walk back to the backyard. "Maybe Babygirl." ollie follows behind us meowing for attention. we walk out into the backyard and Sarah immediately pulls her shirt and shorts off before jumping into the pool. "Daddy! get in!" Sarah shouts. "One second Sarah let me talk to y/n for a little bit." 

we both sit down at my little patio table while Sarah swam around. "So, why'd you wanna hang out?" he asks his voice just low enough for me to hear but so Sarah couldn't. "Wanted to know if you we're serious?" I say with a laugh, "of course I was, don't lie bout shit like that." 

"So wanna give me your number now?" he chuckles before placing a small, beaded friendship bracelet on the table. "Oh my god" l laugh as I grab the bracelet and examine it. it did indeed have his number on it in small white number beads. "Daddy!" Sarah shouts "alright, alright I'm comin'" he mutters as he stands up and pulls his shirt off of his body revealing his torso that looks like a normal 37-year-old mans and not a professional athlete. he had more of a dad bod than a sixpack and I can say I find a dad bod way more attractive. my eyes widen as I try not to stare. he makes a running start before jumping in the pool. Sarah squeals "daddy! you splashed me!" as he resurfaces. "You comin'?" Joel shouts which snaps me out of my daydream. "Oh yeah! yeah!" 

I pull my shorts off before getting in the pool with them. "Daddy! daddy throw me!" Joel picks his daughter up and raises her over his head before tossing her. she giggles as she fly's through the air and lands on the other side of the pool. Joel swims over to me and leans himself against the pool wall. "So, when's your next show?" he asks as ollie saunters over to the edge of the pool and lays down. "Um next weekend in Maryland" he nods as he drags his wet hand down ollies back which ollies isn't too fond of. ollie shakes the water off of himself before moving farther away from Joel. "Maryland's far away" I nod, one thing I didn't really like about the whole popstar touring around the world thing was not being able to stay in one place long. this weekend I was in Texas which was good because then I could stay at home but next weekend, I'm all the way in Maryland, and then the next weekend I'm in Pennsylvania. "When do you get a break? from tourin' I mean." 

"Oh, um I think late September, but might be later" I was only really off once I was finished with the US leg of my tour, but I only got 2 or 3 weeks off before the international leg of the tour. "hm" he leans his elbow against the side of the pool as Sarah swims up to him. "Daddy again! again!" he shakes his head as he takes both of his hands and places them on the edge of the pool before pushing himself up and onto the ground. "No Babygirl m'gonna take a break" she pouts as she lets out a quiet "aw man" before swimming off. he shakes his head, signaling for me to get out of the pool too. reach my arm up and he grabs it pulling me out. "You got anything to drink?" I had put all the alcoholic beverages up and out of reach just in case his kid was the type who likes getting into things. "Yeah, yeah they're inside though" I whisper. 

"Hey Sarah stay in the shallow end for me k? y/n and I are gonna go inside and grab something" Sarah nods and then we both walk back into my house. I walk into the kitchen and open the cabinet I had stored all the alcohol in. I step up onto my tip toes as I grab a bottle of whiskey. "I've got this" I say turning and showing the bottle. he grins "my favorite" there's a weird feeling in my belly knowing I had picked his favorite on the first try. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask as I grab two small glasses and place them on the counter. "bout what?" he asks, as he leans against the counter next to me. I pour some whiskey into both glasses before handing one to him. "Bout the rumors" I say. he brings the glass to his lips and shrugs. "wanna post a picture, to fuck with'em?" I ask as I swallow down a big gulp of the whiskey. it wasn't right, but sometimes is funny to fuck with the fans, have them fangirling over a relationship that is obviously fake is funny. 

"Sure c'mere" he takes his phone that he had grabbed off of the table as we walked in. I scoot closes, he taps his cheek and whispers "kiss my cheek" my breath hitches as I press my lips to his cheek. I can smell his cologne and strawberry ChapStick he must've stollen from one of his daughters. the cologne was woodsy, and manly something you'd expect a man like Joel miller to wear. he adjusts the camera so it's able to get both of us in the frame. he snaps the photo "tag me" I whisper. he types in my username before posting the picture on his story. almost immediately his phone begins to go off. 

we both go back out and swim a little more, deciding to totally ignore our phones and just get to know each other. when they leave Joel tells me to text him and that we should definitely do something like this again. 

-

I'm lying in my bed with ollie curled up next to me. I'm mostly ignoring all the notifications I'm getting from every social media platform but sometimes I'll get a glimpse of a comment or tweet that's along the lines of 'holy shit are they actually dating?' and I smirk to myself knowing that it worked. 

bringgg brinnggg bringggg

the loud ringing of my phone wakes ollie right out of his deep sleep making him look around eyes wide and confused. "it's alright honey" I coo as I pet him. I answer the phone and I'm immediately met with a loud scream "holy fucking shit! are you two actually together???" Kailey shouts, I roll my eyes realizing my best friend is just as gullible as the rest of the internet "no he just came over and we hung out. she screams again "SOOO are you going to date?" I let out an annoyed sigh "no we're just friends, but I'm going to bed I'll text you tomorrow love you."

maybe Joel miller 

me - hi

maybe Joel miller - y/n?

me - Joel?

maybe Joel miller - yup

you have changed maybe Joel miller to Joel miller. 

me - wanna keep doing this?

Joel miller - what?

me - keep fucking with them

Joel miller - why?

Me - idk it’s funny ig

Joel miller - ig?

Me - I guess

Joel miller - ohhh okay yeah that sounds fun.

me - yeah, it's fun, even my friend believed it💀

Joel miller - same my momma called asking if I'm dating someone.🤣

me - soo? u up for it miller?

Joel miller - sure maybe we should meet up at a restaurant?

me - maybe you could pick me up and take me to a restaurant??😑

Joel miller - yeah yeah more believable ig 

me - so how bout next Thursday 5? 

Joel miller - 👍👍👍

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[mytragedyperson]

General haikyuu headcanons

These aren't about any one haikyuu character. These are just any thoughts I have. Feel free to request headcanons for characters, squads or ships (platonic and romantic) or AUs. Please note I have already made some headcanon posts. While this doesn't mean i'll never write about those things again it Mey mean future headcanon posts about them are repetitive. They can be found on my ao3

- so a recent headcanon I had recently is that Akaashi and Tsukishima are like besties, or maybe not besties but I can see akaashi becoming something of a mentor to him

- Like it starts in tsukishima's first year when kuroo and bokuto drag him into practice with them. Even then we can see him to some extent turn to akaashi about how to approach the two and this situation and I can definitely see, in the future,tsukishima getting kidnapped to hang out with the three during a break from college and most of the time, while kuroo and bokuto are off in their own world, tsukishima and akaashi are just kinda chilling in the back, maybe making fun of them a little.

- also whenever tsukki is stressed by the chaos that is hinata, kageyama, and sometimes yachi and kageyama (he loves them but they can be a handful and it only gets worse when yamaguchi starts hanging out with them more and starts to adopt some of their mannerisms) he'll message akaashi as like a calming voice amidst the chaos

-he also goes to akaashi for advice on any problems he has with his teammates. Like he'll go to him for advice on how to bring up things that are bothering him because, while he can be as, well, tsukishima-like as he wants with his teammates from the previous year and they're used to it, he feels the need to try a different approach with the younger years. Idk why I think this it just came to me but we'll go with it.

- also I love the idea of kageyama, yamaguchi and kenma being some sort of friends and forming a weird mix of a socially awkward squad and emo squad. There are others in both, I haven't fully decided who yet but yachi and asahi are definitely in the socially awkward squad and maybe occasionally tsukishima but that's more because he's bad at feelings than because he cares what other people think. Either way they have a group chat where they can talk about the awkward situations they get into or just talk. It's kinda like a support group but any advice should be taken with a pinch of salt. Maybe later they get some extroverts in to offer advice, idk.

- also tsukishima and kentaro being best friends or cousins or somehow related. I've read some amazing fics with this friendship. I love it.

- anyway when tsukishima and yamaguchi's year graduates, a big reunion is made of basically every team/person one of them has managed to befriend. Even oikawa comes back because, by this point, in my fantasy land, all the people in this year, including kunimi, kindaichi and kageyama, are friends. They've talked out any issues and, while they might not ever be on the same team for "just for fun" volleyball games, they're more than happy to play against each other and go out for meat buns after. Also idc what you say kunimi, kindaichi and kageyama were friends in middle school and that's why kindaichi (and kunimi, but he showed it less) were so hurt when kageyama changed.

- but anyway there's a big reunion, anyone who live abroad comes back for a week to see their kouhais and attend thus reunion. Its a fun night of talking and eating, good food and company, reminiscing on the past and discussing future plans. And maybe the older, already graduated setters decide to put on a little show (yes, this is them performing songs from six like I plan to have happen but haven't yet written in my singing AU. These things aren't usually linked but I've made an exception and, honestly idek if six was out when this year group graduated, but for the purposes of this headcanon,I'll say it was). And after that they go on to play professionally, or move away to practice more, or go to university, or whatever they do, but they stay in touch, and whenever they get the chance they'll meet up.

- sorry I just love the idea of everyone being friends. Km a suckered for fluff what can I say?

-also this isn't so much a headcanon as an appreciation post but I want it on record that I love akaashi. He's so observant and caring of his teammates but at the same time doesn't take any of their shit and will call them out. Also him just not letting bokuto lie or seem cooler than he is while also clearly caring about bokuto. I hear people talk so much about how pretty he is, and don't get me wrong he is very pretty, but he is so much more than a pretty face and he is a damn good setter.

- also when the karasuno first years become second years, they all admire akaashi, OK? Hinata admires anyone who's even remotely good at volleyball or says anything cool about volleyball, kageyama already looks up to him and this only increases when he manages to ask akaashi to teach him to set, or read his teammates better, and akaashi agrees and is kind. Also kageyama admires anyone who's even slightly good at setting. Tsukishima I've already discussed, but his respect for akaashi increases when he watches akaashi deal with the combined chaos that is hinata and kageyama with patience tsukishima knows he'll never have. Yamaguci and yachi admire his intelligence and how he manages to keep his cool. (Also if this admiration also leads to one or all of them developing a small crush, well no one needs to know, and if the others in their school and year know, well, let's just say they understand and there isn't too much teasing, though if kageyama develops a crush he gets teased the most bless him)

- all this to say akaashi harem supremacy

[harley-style]

Back on my TWEWY!VBS au bullshit

Featuring headcanons post-Game!!

Toya is less reserved and does things without a hint of shame to the embarrassment of the others

He randomly kisses his teammates (akito corner of mouth, kohane's fingers, an's cheeks) just to see them redden. He enjoys it immensely.

Hes still rlly kind and earnest and genuine but the game kinda fucked with him yanno he's adopted a yolo kinda mindset

Akito is more or less settled in his own skin. Hes had to get some help from others but ultimately he realizes that even without his passion/dream or talent, he is still a very good person and someone important to his team. Hes more of a live for the people you love kinda guy now

Hes still temperamental and moody but around his team he's less harsh and moreso just blunt

When hes embarrassed, he will find kohane first to bury his head in her hair, if he cant find her its an's shoulder, and when those two arent around toya's jacket it is. (Toya does most of the teasing to him, so more than likely akito's trying to hide from him)

An turns up the physical affection a lot. You will now see her hanging off toya and akito's shoulders, linking arms with kohane or just in general having an arm wrapped around their waists

Shes scared if she lets go of them theyll disappear haha abandonment issues go brrrrr

She likes changing up her hairstyle a lot, and lets kohane and akito mess with it. Kohane likes brushing an's hair a lot

Kohane goes nonverbal a lot bc she forgets she has her voice again

When it happens in a show she somehow finds a way to make sure the audience is still engaged haha. She might force herself to make sounds just to backup their song vocals, but this is rare. An akito and toya can tell when she cant speak so taking over her lines is seamless

Though toya once done goofed by doing his funky kohane voice like he does in the hollow song. He thought itd be funny....akito didnt talk to him for a day

All four of them get odd when ppl ask them about their incident and the one week hospitalization

Toya is the most normal, you ask him about it and he just goes quiet and doesnt want to talk about it. Its like attributed to a regular trauma response, bc to everyone else vbs DID nearly die so like.

Akito kinda avoids the issue. When ena corners him about it he shifts to his more polite persona except its jarring bc you can feel him glaring at you. Ena of course is confrontational so another fight breaks out between them

An gets super weird. She starts acting like Nagi -- it was never noticeable at first but the longer she did it ppl started to get concerned.

Kohane suddenly goes Akito Mode, getting all grumpy and huffy haha. Just dont ask about the game to her, it wont end well

Did i mention Joshua becomes Toya's music teacher? Harumichi goes bug eyed at this bc Joshua is kinda famous with classical musicians. That toya managed to ask him for lessons is insane. He starts thinking that toya is back on the classical music grind

Joshua shoots that down pretty quick and says hes a music teacher, not a classical only teacher. Hes got a condition for toya to come to him for lessons, and thats to continue his activities with VBS and succeed at them. Harumichi is stunned lmao

Kohane pesters Neku a lot, as more visually creative people. He helps her create a tag for VBS bc surprise graffitti artist kohane wheeee

She has An or Akito spot her a lot.

No one knows if VBS is dating or not and tbh neither do they, they just like being close.

Akito gets annoyed with some of the reaper uniforms and drags mizuki to help him redesign them (mizuki doesnt know about reapers lol)

An learns breakdancing! She puts a blush on her partners' faces everytime she makes a move, bc goddamn An is fucking gorgeous

They all take commissions and requests from shibuya to perform haha. Ken is surprised when some well known person goes into Weekend Garage to ask specifically for VBS

Ken somehow also becomes their manager. An has tried to tell him he doesnt have to, they can manage, but goddamnit Ken nearly lost his daughter and her friends (ppl he considers his own kids at this point) he really doesnt want to let them out of his sight

The SEKAI changes too. Its still a street sekai, but now there are more...people, kinda? Like in stage sekai theres an audience, the livehouses in Street Sekai have audiences too, which delight the vocaloids

Somehow there are also shops and stores containing the kids' interests

The changes are honestly due to the influences the twewy cast has on VBS. Their souls are unnaturally strong, so some part of their soul latches onto the VBS squad and sorta imprints on the sekai.

Its like fragment sekais but it anchors to the street sekai itself so it becomes stable

So now VBS goes exploring their sekai a lot. Kohane likes going to the rooftops, toya tours the livehouses, an and akito go through the stores

[whetstonefires]

hey I was the one who asked about ao3 I'm sorry if the question came off as odd, I love your takes on mdzs and was wondering if you ever wrote any fics because you have really great diction on your posts and I thought 'This person could make really great fics' so I thought id ask, that's all

it's fine! lmao it just really looked like i was potentially getting set up for some weird anon hate game.

thank you! and the answer is i do have an AO3--i used to link it here a lot--but it's only got two mdzs fics on it. despite my having struggled to focus on any fandom besides mdzs for like two years.

because what happened when i got stuck in this fandom like a suction cup directly to the brain is, i wound up reading a lot more smut than i usually tolerate, because of the nature of the novel and how their relationships with sex are meaningfully integrated with their characterization and development as people and relative to one another. so a lot of the smut in this fandom has substance in a way i care about.

and my writing always reflects my reading material in a 'ooh i could do that like this' kinda way, so i started generating my own fic concepts with a sex element that i wanted to explore.

and then i got really invested in this new form and its tricks and affordances, so the only fics in this fandom i've actually been finishing are E-rated, because i'm inspired by the learning process.

(also because it turns out this shit is so easy to write, like you can cheap out on so many structural and narrative elements if you put sex in there, i'm so mad about this still. cheap!!!)

and having finished them i want to share, you know?

so i got a different ao3 for that, since mostly i like and write gen stuff, and i didn't wish to subject my existing subscribers to my learning to porn. i'm not sharing it here though, sorry, because everyone i've shared it with (upon request) has been weird about it.

the fic isn't even particularly outre! i'm remixing stuff that's done a lot in the fandom, according to my own artistic sensibilities! i do not know what the Weird is and what private conclusions are being made about me as a person on the basis of my very ace sex pollen remixes and shit. but it makes me anxious so i will Not be doing it anymore.

anyway as a reward or something for the guts to come back with your name out and take another shot and for the compliments <3, which of these not-sexy mdzs fic concepts do you vote i thwack into a postable form over the next month or so, and put on my main?

post-canon wwx gets amnesia back to the yiling laozu in burial mounds era and his current life explained very badly by lan jingyi, and concludes the lan have coerced him into a very creepy situation

funny wangxian modern au incorporating the height thing i was talking about earlier this week, where the main plot is ripped off from an autobiographical anecdote the singer told at a concert i went to and i was like, this would make a great one of those modern aus people keep writing. oh no now i want to.

time travel fixit outside pov, where wwx and wen ning get physically catapulted back from the qiongqi pass to before the war, and go and intervene just before lotus pier can be destroyed, wearing a mask and spooky cloak so no one will know the yiling laozu is wei wuxian (and a weimao so no one notices the ghost general is wen ning but let's be real that was less likely to happen for several reasons)

thing where the misunderstandings go off in a different direction early on, and wwx thinks lan wangji and mo xuanyu were actually an item and his impersonation has been tragically successful. very funny dramatic irony concept that is in execution going to be like 70% angst. some of it very funny angst though. (this one is the least developed because it doesn't really suggest its own plot.)

find what already exists at Kieron_ODuibhir lmao.

[marvelmaniac715]

This is part two to that fic I wrote where Chucky possesses his human body. I was initially going to write this about Tiffany, but I decided to target the long-suffering Andy Barclay instead, because why not? Fear not, Tiffany fans, a part three to this au may be coming soon…

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Nica had called him in quite a panic, sobbing her way through a mostly nonsensical explanation about some nightmare she’d had. At least, Andy assumed it was a nightmare, because Nica was talking about Chucky as if he were still alive - and the last time Andy checked, he was definitely dead. Still, he cancelled his plans for the day and decided to stay inside, arming himself with a gun, just in case. 

But Andy was still relatively calm. So calm, in fact, that he decided to order a pizza and put on a movie. When the doorbell ran, for the pizza delivery guy (hopefully), Andy got up and walked to the door without fear for the first time that he could really remember. That fearlessness vanished when he opened the door to be greeted by an older man with piercing blue eyes and curly white hair. If the eyes didn’t give his identity away, the bloodstained pizza boy uniform that was way too small for him made one thing very clear to Andy - this was Chucky. To add insult to injury, his pizza box had been opened, with his pizza half-eaten.

Andy had no words to say, he just stood there, arms hanging limp at his sides, jaw clenched, eyes widened in mild panic. Chucky wasn’t rushing to attack him, but he had that look on his face, the look that promised a great deal of trouble, relatively soon. After what felt like an eternity, Chucky broke the ice with a casual:

“The pizza was kinda shitty, the cheese doesn’t even ooze, so, tell whatever pizza place you ordered it from to fix that.”

The word ‘No’ left Andy’s mouth before he could process the fact that he was speaking at all. In response, Chucky laughed, shrugged and said sardonically:

“Well, damn it, here I was thinking we’d sit down to have a pizza together someday, I guess not.”

Beginning to realise that Chucky didn’t seem in a particularly bloodthirsty mood at present, Andy decided to lean into the lighthearted tone of this conversation and joked:

“If you made me eat pizza with you, I’d be sure to put pineapple, anchovies and live slugs on it.”

Chucky didn’t bat an eyelid, he merely flinched and commented:

“Weird taste in pizza, but alrighty, pal.”

By this point, both men had been standing for quite some time, so Andy decided to reenter his living room and sit down. Entirely uninvited, Chucky followed him in and sat down on a chair opposite him, shoulders tensed. It was then, and only then, that Chucky decided it was necessary to clarify:

“Oh, I’m Chucky, by the way-‘

“Yeah, I know. The eyes and the bloodstained stolen uniform gave you away. You’ll never change, will you?”

Chucky smirked, before asking:

“Do my eyes really give it away? Is it the colour, because I can get contact lenses, or is it just my eyes in general, because I could probably make sunglasses work if that’s the case.”

Andy thought about it for a moment, then leant back in his chair as he began to explain:

“Just your eyes in general. They just have a certain… expressiveness, let’s say. A certain killer gleam that gives you away every time. That’s how I always know when I’m near you, no matter which form you take.”

This actually made Chucky laugh, which made Andy feel uneasy. But as Chucky laughed, a question gnawed at the back of his mind. He felt compelled to ask it, so he did.

“So, did you steal another body, or…?”

Predicting the end of the question, Chucky leant forward and answered:

“Oh yeah, let me explain. This is my original body, a couple of my doll vessels dug me up in Chicago - at my request - and transferred their fragments of my soul into the body you see before you. There wasn’t any flesh left, just bones, so the magic did its job and aged me up to the age of my soul, any other questions or are we good?”

That actually made a lot of sense: this was exactly the sort of thing that Chucky would do, so Andy wasn’t even surprised. But he did, in fact, have one more question. Much more tentatively, he asked:

“Do you have a purpose for being here or are you just gonna kill the pizza guy, eat the food I paid for and then leave? Because if it’s the latter, that’s kind of a dick move, even for you.”

Again, Chucky laughed, and he stood up. 

“I actually do have a reason for being here, I’m not just here to piss you off - although that is a lot of fun.”

For a long, agonising moment, Chucky said nothing. Feeling slightly scared, and having vivid flashbacks of his past encounters with Chucky, Andy stood up and tried to make his way to the front door, or to his gun… only for Chucky to push him to the floor and press his own gun that had been hidden in his pocket against Andy’s temple. Heart racing, Andy desperately struggled to stand up, only for Chucky to push him down again and again, gun pressing further into his temple with each desperate escape attempt. Chucky was laughing again, but it sounded more mocking, and threatening. He pressed the trigger and… nothing. Just a hollow click. 

Chucky placed his gun down on a nearby coffee table with a soft chuckle before flipping Andy onto his back and keeping him down with a foot on the chest. The man was grinning now, making it clear for anybody who doubted that Chucky was alive, exactly who this was. Andy tried to choke out some form of protest or question, but he was drowned out by Chucky cackling in his face, mercilessly taunting him with a sneering:

“Oh, I’ve seen that face before. When did I see that face, I wonder? Oh, of course, a big strong man trying to fight off the scary serial killer, when deep down, he’s only a scared little boy who misses his mommy and big sister. But they’re not here to protect you now, are they champ?”

Andy gathered enough strength to spit in Chucky’s face, but this only earned him more mockery.

“Didn’t mommy ever teach you that it’s rude to spit? Oh yeah, she couldn’t, you were only six when she got taken away for insanity.”

This comment fuelled Andy with enough anger to wriggle out of his position and stand up, shoving Chucky with all of his might. But Chucky the human was stronger than Chucky the doll, so he barely moved. Wordlessly, Chucky forcibly pushed Andy into his chair and loomed over him, arms crossed.

“Let me tell you a story - you like stories, don’t you? When I was a little boy, about eleven or twelve, I had the strangest fascination with hunting. I had a large supply of food at my disposal thanks to the Boy’s Home I was staying at, so it wasn’t for sustenance, I just did it for the joy of seeing life leaving an innocent creature’s eyes, as so many boys fantasise about doing at that age, y’know? Anyway, one day, I checked some of the traps I had left out, and I saw this tiny little brown rabbit with a stuck leg. You remind me of it actually, small, brunette, kinda twitchy…”

Andy cut off this brief tangent with a hissed ‘Get on with it’, so Chucky continued as if he hadn’t heard him:

“Anyway, like I said, this little rabbit was there. It wasn’t a fatal wound, so I decided to nurse it back to health. I stitched the wound, gave it food, all of that, and after about a week, it was ready to be set free. When it was ready to leave, I went to visit it. The silly thing saw me as it’s saviour, it nuzzled its nose against my palm, with it’s eyes gleaming with such love and loyalty. It was enough to make a grown man cry, but I was no man back then, Barclay. I was just a heartless kid.”

Andy wasn’t sure if he wanted to know this ‘charming’ little anecdote ended, but he had a horrifying feeling that he already knew. All he did was gasp slightly, and that brief moment, that barely noticeable flinch, was all that it took for Chucky to realise that the point of his story had gotten across. But still, he continued.

“The rabbit thought that I was going to set it free, but of course, I didn’t. I gathered it in my arms, stroked its soft fluffy ears for a second, then I grabbed them and twisted, as hard as I could. It didn’t even try to kick, that’s how scared it was. I took that rabbit to the Boy’s Home with me, cooked it and ate it. It was the best catch I ever ate after a hunt.”

That was a… stomach churning story. But remarkably, Andy was barely surprised. All he did was stare up at Chucky in confusion, not quite sure why he was even being told this story. Seeing his confusion, Chucky grinned and summarised his story’s ‘moral’:

“That’s the day that I learnt that fear can season the meat of a kill. The long con, in particular, makes the final kill so much more satisfying. Remember when I compared you to that rabbit? Well, the comparison doesn’t end there, friend. You didn’t even notice, but I’ve been playing the long con for years, subtly dropping your guard- hell, I mean, you didn’t even say anything when I walked into your house today! Because I’ve known you since you were a little boy, a tiny part of you associates me with familiarity, no matter how much you insist you hate me. You’ve seen me more than you ever saw your father, or Mike Norris. I’m not your dad, or even your friend, but I certainly fill that paternal role in your life in a way, don’t I bud? Think about how much I’ve taught you about survival, exactly what a father’s meant to do.”

This was what finally made Andy cringe. Chucky’s view of the world had always been warped, but that particular sentiment was just… wow. Gathering some of his stockpiled courage, Andy mockingly asked:

“Well, if you’re my father, am I in your will?”

Chucky shook his head:

“Nah, I’m not gonna die, so I don’t have a will, but you probably wouldn’t be in it if I did have one.”

Andy pouted as he replied:

“Aww, I thought you loved me.”

This comment made both men laugh uproariously at the irony. Then, Andy asked on a much more serious note:

“So you didn’t come to kill me, you just came to… stoke fear and tension? Is that it?”

Chucky nodded. 

“Well yeah, I also kinda wanted to show off. I’m taller than you now.”

Andy nodded.

“I noticed. Good for you, is it weird to not have to crane your neck upwards all the time to look at people?”

Chucky nodded again, then there was another silence. Finally, Chucky began heading to the door.

“Well, I’m gonna head out now. This has been fun, don’t forget to order another pizza and maybe call the police about that pizza guy.”

Not quite comprehending the fact that Chucky was just leaving casually after telling such a horrific story, Andy just barely managed to splutter out a confused:

“Wait, what am I even supposed to tell the cops?”

Chucky looked Andy right in the eye, gave him a shit eating grin and said something that it seemed as if he’d been waiting to say for years:

“Just tell them what you tried to tell the cops when you were six. Tell them that Chucky did it.”

[nar-nia]

hi Nina,

im sorry to hear that January so far wasn’t the best :(( hearing it makes my heart ache, even though we don't really know each other, i'm always rooting for u and for ur well being!!

whatever it is im hoping it will go away soon, sweetheart, meanwhile take care!! and dont go be hard on urself!! ily, i hope u find comfort in things that make u happy and remember that it gets better!! im sending u so much hugs, and cutie HEE  - please link here for the adorable baby-  maybe this will make u smile <3

the schedule of ur updates and reblogging fics sounds lovely!!! i dont know if i have any idea of request tho :((  the only thing on my mind for it is, like, honeymoon with hee - cuz that seems like a heaven <3 and,,,,hmm im shy writing this cuz i dont know how u feel about asking such questions but,, always in the back of my mind i wondered, how are heaven from babysitter au? its absolutely my fav fic ( i think i have mentioned it A LOT) and their story always lingers in the back of my head - im not saying i need a whole drabble about or something but have u thought what they might be up to now? if this is like weird or something please ignore this part of my essay </3

i wish i could say my January was better, but it rly wasnt. i had to retake one the for my class and i passed the second time - but i felt so disappointed in myself and now im so much more scared of failure. the end of the semester is coming so quickly and i will be (starting wednesday) writing some test to pass classes and im have so exams soon - my first ever uni exams, im nervous, cuz studying never was my specialty? thats sounds silly but, i was always getting by cuz i was kinda smart but now? there is so much :(( and i'm not even gonna be writing them in my native language - the english spelling will kill me ://

also!! the hee angst drabble u recently posted, i loved it, u always wanted to make hee a safe haven, the biggest comfort in the dark times, i rly cherish that <3

i hope the rest of January will be better if not more than maybe just a bit <33 icant seem to write u a short ask for the life of me, sorry for that

p.s always thinking about u , ily, i will probably come back in the middle of february <3 please wait for me <33 

                                                                          -ur beloved anonie! ^^

hellooo <33

I love you 🥺 thank you so much for your words (and the hee pic of course), they made me smile <33

and i love your requests!! i will write down both of them and i hope i'll do them justice. but a catch-up on the babysitters club sounds like so much fun, i'd love to write one!

i know it's easier said than done but please don't be so disappointed in yourself. I had to take so many tests twice because it was just too much at once and i failed, and that sucks but we gladly have second tries for that. you're still doing amazing, no matter if you take more tries or not. I'm so proud of you <33

i'm wishing you the best of luck for your exams, i'm always here to celebrate or to provide hugs, no matter how your exams will go.

and i love your long asks!! they sometimes take me a bit longer to answer (i'm sorry about that) because i really want to take my time in giving you the answer you deserve, but they always make me really happy.

i love you too and i will patiently wait 💖

[kalims]

Hii,can i request streamer!childe,xiao,kaeya x online friend reader? (Separate) Like sometimes reader joins them stream and LITERALLY everyone can tell that he's inlove with reader,their fans literally think they look so cute together.

I can already imagine their fans making ship edits of them💀

affettuoso.

fluff, pining, pre-established relationships, modern au, swearing on my writing.

yes of course. you didn't specify so I'll go with a gender neutral reader.

✦ tartaglia.

he uses so many names that it's gonna confuse his new viewers. 😭 ajax? childe? tartaglia? harbinger?? which one is it really? 🤨

his streams are the most chaotic shit you're gonna see, there's like references for everything while there's a love-hate relationship between him and his chat. he's insulting them one second and kindly asking them something 😇😇

his siblings are always barging in his room uninvited while he's live, unintentionally or intentionally 🙆‍♀️ its either tonia telling him that the food is ready, anthon just straight up there to troll him or teucer getting excited about something.

chat laughs at him when this happens.

speaking of people barging in, you so happen to ba a hot topic.

not in the previous way but rather sometimes randomly making donations and saying the most weirdest shit or a fucking lethal weapon 😭😭

"lol no wonder ur freinds have a gc without you"

his face looks so offended "WHAT??"

and it's so funny because he literally lights up so quickly. making a half hearted angry face at the 'you have been killed' text across his screen because he got distracted by your donation playing through

and proceeding to look joyful rather than upset even though you're technically making fun of him. with love ofc ♡

chat goes brrrrr

but in another way. you usually join him when he's playing a game on stream, for example. minecraft.

he tries to put his bed next to you only to spawn into a random area after you destroyed it moments prior to his unfortunate death of drowning. 😍😍 he's whining and gaping at his screen but there's a happy little grin on his face.

he's super competitive so good luck with that, do not stand near lava <33 or else he will push you OR your dog. (most likely the former since he loves dog and claimed yours as his and your child.)

childe + you = lots of screaming.

lots of screaming = more chaos.

but if it's like shooter games you bet he's gonna try to up you.

...or claim that he's gonna protect you.

once again. goodluck.

ah, someone get this man away from tiktok. so far his fans have done a good job at gatekeeping the app away from him because his stans in tiktok are WILDDD and he's gonna be so annoying when he finds out.

but alas, they couldn't hide it any longer 😭😭 someone sent him a link of him in an edit where the perspective zooms on him in a slowed clip immediately smilling after you jokingly told him you'd marry him. (that's kinda too descriptive, we don't talk about that.)

HE JUST USES THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE A MENACE AND MAKE FUN OF THE EDITS 😭😭 not in a rude way but like. "oh wow, didn't know we were so popular 🤭😏"

despite all the chaos the way he displays such raw, binding emotions got the chat tearing up because why can't someone look at them like that

✦ xiao.

I don't even know how to start.

he's kinda mean and finds it weird how his chat calls it hot 😰

at first his chat and followers started filling up when he decides to play with a cam because zamn 🥴 who wouldn't wanna look at that fine piece of meat.

he's usually so quiet that chat ultimately all decide that his social circle is an inside joke and makes fun of his non-existent freinds, which of course is without any ill intent.

so like who the fuck is (username) and why did xiao react like THAT?? he literally freezes and stares at the screen like a fucking cat when the notification of a subscriber appeared?? detective chat go weeeeeww.

his fan base is either the best or the worst, best because some are really fun to hang with and worse because he also has 9 year olds who threaten other people for his ✨love✨.

for an odd reason, he's playing a horror game in roblox. only having loaded in before the system notification PUBLICLY exposes his FREIND. (username) joining the game 😭😭

it's a private server so only his and his 12 freinds are allowed to access it. mainly for collaboration but chat apparently missed ONE person to investigate.

damn not even roblox likes him

xiao: 👁👄👁 knowing full well that he exposed your roblox account and that people are gonna start freinding you.

you don't seen to bothered and the stream carries on to you apologizing profusely before chaos ascends when he shyly asks if you wanted to join him.

chat... is... typing...

some people are just spamming crying emoji's and telling him that they're proud of him finally being social while in another part is yelling "roblox date" with too much heart emoji's.

he does the game so seriously that it looks kinda boring... but he's so fun to slander soooo.

he goes first for you so just thank all the gods out there that he isn't a pussy because you sure are.🥲 (unless...)

he unintentionally rudely remarks that it's a bunch of pixels and it's not real so chat just starts to full up with angry and shocked emotes. xiao's fans??? no no UR fans. they could literally be called (name) defenders.

none but a few fangirls who can't take a joke are on his side. ☺☺

you still dont seem bothered, only saying that he still hasn't changed which makes his chat go like: 🤨 SO THEY DO KNOW EACH OTHER LONGER.

hhhhhhhh

so basically he seems a little more open and expressive around you which is more than enough for his chat so they worship the ground you walk on. 🙉🙊

also, in a way where you could join him on a game. he'd probably give you really rare equipment claiming that he no longer had a need for it 💀💀 NO SHUT UP RANDOM PERSON DONT TELL THAT ITS LITERALLY LEGENDARY.

no.

he absolutely refuses to go on tiktok because the edits of him are.. weird to look at because?? ITS LITERALLY HIM.

you gotta send him the edit YOURSELF or he's not gonna touch anything that has a black screen or picture of himself as a thumbnail because he knows damn well those are edits.

if you send it to him on stream...

he literally turns off his cam AGRESSIVELY while glaring at everything with an embarassed face.

✦ kaeya alberich.

fanservice...?

43% of his streams include shitting on his adopted brother which his fans severely enjoy because the amount of tea he's spilling is astronomical.

"hah, don't even mention his coat. who even wears that thing 29 degrees outside?" to which he's actually right because how does that man put up with the fucking coat everyday. does it even get washed?? -> he has a video about that actually.

diluc doesn't even care at this rate and just ignores him. 🏌‍♂️

ANYWAYS

his stans are a perfect mix of horny and flirty, in a way. they're like his personality.

'cover them up slut' is also an inside joke but he was just staring at the camera suggestively when it was first said.

let's say genshin also somehow exists in this universe.

and let's say you played it before him and posted a highlight in your story mentioning your lack of date for the second time in lantern rite.

GIRL HES LITERALLY SPEEDRUNNING THROUGH THE GAME TO BE YOUR DATE

yeah im serious about that, someone asked why he started a genshin stream and was rushing through the game to make it before the event drops. he simply answered:

"oh. my sweetheart needs a date and I happened to be available, I can't let them spend a special day alone. can't I?"

what

lowkey tho, the genshin players in his chat just had a cold slap on the face that they were still single because that's literally so fucking romantic. even if he's aware of it or not. AND LIKE?? ME WHEN???

timeskipping after he's reached adventure rank 16 he immediately asks you to join him since he oh so desperately needs help.

in all honesty he didn't really hit off with the game, preferring to do chill streams rather than gaming ones but he does make enough time for it to please his viewers as well as you.

..anyways.

once made you sit down somewhere before his characfer disappeared off to somewhere, only to return a few moments later and sitting down next to yours just right when fireworks start to explore the sky.

... the moment of solitude is ruined when he starts spouting lines in the chat box. /hj

did I mention he flirts with the people he joins for co-op.

oh boy

the edits of him. are really good... like.... really good.

but when someone in chat pastes a link he always checks, got rickrolled like 3 times in a row and still does it.

suprise suprise, he gets to see an edit of him looking like a lovesick fool when you say something that seems to have made his heart skip a beat.

BUT HES SO SMOOTH

so no one outwit him yet.

"lisa was right, this must be the sensation of a shocking love.."

...he was prolly in a drama club..

yeah bye

[sashi-ya]

Hi Sashi!!!! I've finally worked up the courage to request for your event haha

If it's no trouble, could I possibly request an nsfw with Kisuke x a female reader with the 'finding shelter' prompt in a Modern AU please?

If not, that is perfectly okay! Thank you, have a wonderful day/night🖤

Hii baby! of course! I give it a twist to the prompt so I hope you don't mind me experimenting with something a bit dif! Please enjoy and sorry about how this turned out to be long as f 😂 thank u for requesting! 🌙

ㅤ 🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Urahara Kisuke x F! Reader ~ Seeking Shelter

tw: Ok, sorry to spoil the story but this is important to be adress; the city suffers an earthquake and several aftershocks after the initial one. Everybody is alright. I know this is a sensitive topic, I was born in one the most sismic places in europe so I kinda experienced this situations a lot of times. So please if this is triggering for you, do not read. if you ask yourself why I wrote 119 instead of 911 it is because 911 in Japan is 119

tw 2: NSFW. Shameless sex with the owner shop after he comforted you. Vag, oral, fingering. Modern AU.

wc: 5.6K (Posted also in AO3 so it's easier to read)

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It’s been a long time since I have loved. I moved looking for adventures to the other side of the world.

You came unexpectedly like an earthquake, shaking my life…

You protected me from the danger. While I thought the walls were crashing around me, the ones that really did were my heart’s...

The new shop that had opened no more than a month ago seemed -as always- lonely. You wondered why there weren’t many clients and thought maybe it was about the store to be newly open. In any case you never had the need to visit them until that same night.

The last hours of a stressful day were encountering you tired but always with a smile on your face. You took a look at the shop right across the street before opening your door and then entered to be received by your cat, Momo. He was meowing out loud, more than normally, taking you by surprise.

“What’s going on, baby? Are you hungry?” you asked him as you walked inside to discover his plate had no food left. “Oh, you ate a lot, huh?”. You walked up to the cabinet where your kitty cat has its stuff to realize he had run out of food. “Ah shit, I completely forgot, Momo!”.

You were already thinking about opening a tuna can from yours to feed him, after all it was your fault and he deserved a treat occasionally, until you remembered that thankfully, like a saving star, the new store in front of your apartment was still open when no other was. “Momo, I will buy your food in a second! Let’s go” you chimed, grabbing your keys, and waiting for him to follow you. He was trained to accompany you, and it was not a big deal since you only had to cross the street. Your cat meowed sadly, hating probably on that store. He loves tuna over the rest of things and that place took the opportunity out of him, but he was still up for the small adventure of meeting a new store.

You retouched your lipstick. That day you felt adventurous and chose a bold red colour for them. “Life is pretty boring”, you thought. “Maybe a little colour would spice things up”

The air felt heavy, it wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold either. Above you the moon shined peacefully, and some of your neighbours’ cars were already parked outside. You look at each side of the street before crossing and right before entering the store, a classic Japanese one, you put Momo over your shoulder. “Just in case they have a dog, you know?” you told him, to which he responded purring his head against your temple.

“Hello? Is it still open?” you entered bowing, respectfully due to the late hours. There was nobody around, and it didn’t seem weird for you at first, cause normally the owners are usually in their houses at the back doing stuff when their stores aren’t busy. You took a look around, everything was in its place, and you even found your favourite candy, “Chappy the Bunny gummies”. You giggled and told Momo if he wanted some.

“Meow ~” a black cat greeted you first, jumping gracefully from behind to the counter, causing Momo to stiffen up over your shoulder. You thought it was weird, because Momo was in fact a pretty sociable pet, but maybe he just got scared. “Hi, kitty! What’s your name? Are you the manager here?” you joked, patting its tiny head.

“Hi! Welcome!” a man’s voice caught you by surprise. You looked towards him, a big smile and golden locks sprouting from under a green and white striped bucket hat. You weren’t able to see his eyes completely, something that made you a little nervous. “Yoruichi is my manager, yes. I’m Urahara Kisuke! Nice to meet you! What were you looking for?” he chimed, so charmfully that despite the fact it was the first time you met this man you felt as if you had known him from another reality.

“Hi, I’m (Name). I was wondering if you had some cat food. Any brand would do. This kitty ate it all and we ran out of it” you told him, earning a bump on your head by Momo who apparently wasn’t gonna eat “any” brand. “Hi, Kitty. You ate it all, huh? I don’t sell cat food, but my manager here would spare some for him, right Yoruichi-san?”.

You felt terrible, you wouldn’t like to take food from other animals. “Oh, it’s ok! I can give him a tuna can until tomorrow, it’s ok!” you instantly told him. Momo meowed happily but the black cat came closer to Urahara, grazing his body against him in a beautiful way, showing conformity to his request. “See? Yourichi-san is ok with it!!”

Momo fixed his feline gaze on his counterpart, and you could swear he was spitting insults at the black cat, but as long as he didn’t dare to move from your side, Youruichi was safe from any possible attack related to the tuna situation.

“Here” Kisuke handed you a little bag with the cat food. “Thank you, sir, how much is it?” you asked, reaching for the little purse hanging from the keys. He tilted his head to the side, “how… much? It’s a gift from us! Though, I have a special request in return” he said, pointing at you with a hand fan and then blowing his golden locks slightly off his face.

You couldn’t resist the urge to take a subtle peek under his hat to see his eyes. You were able to see one of his steel grey eyes and despite him looking friendly and funny you could swear deep inside his iris there was a hint of mystery… and perhaps roughness and madness, you know, like the mad hatter.

You swallowed; his vibe was at best confusing. Or maybe it was just your imagination… “Please, tell me your request” you proceed to speak, curious and a little scared. What does this man could ask in return for a little bag of cat food after all?

“I’d like you to tell me which food does your little kitty eat, that way I can sell it to you every time you need it” he chimed gracefully, earning a sigh of relief from you. “Sure, sir Urahara-san” you mumbled, petting Momo in the head.

The ambience suddenly felt heavy for some seconds, it wasn’t exactly hot, but you could sense something slightly oppressive in the air around you. He did the same and your eyes met for a brief second. None of you spoke, but both clearly understood there was something weird going on. Momo and Yoruichi suddenly jumped off their places into the floor of the shop.

“Momo?!” you asked, because even if the heavy atmosphere was gone by then it wasn’t usual that Momo would act so weird all of a sudden. You thought he was going to pick a fight with Urahara’s cat, but it wasn’t the case. Both of them looked and meowed at the both of you and ran to the back of the store.

Urahara walked after the cats, telling you to follow him. The felines -now friends- ran to hide under some boxes of who knows what at the storage. “Momo?! What’s going on? Get out! You are messing up Urahara-san's inventory!” you scolded your pet, feeling ashamed. First you took food from his cat and now your cat is creating a ruckus in the back of that man’s store.

But Kisuke laughed, he seemed really carefree about the situation, but deep inside his eyes were scanning the place just to find the disturbance that could have been causing the cats to suddenly run away and seek shelter. And in fact, the kitties were right… a huge danger was coming closer to you. Animals are known to sense vibrations that for humans go unnoticed and you soon understood that they were absolutely right in hiding…

The earthquake early warning alarm went off right 20 seconds before the first shake occurred under your feet. Kisuke’s phone and the store radio rang announcing strong tremors to be felt near your zone and how you must be prepared for it. You widen your eyes, looking outside a little window at your apartment sure you shouldn’t go back there even if all your stuff would become dust.

At first, the ground shaked almost imperceptibly, but a few seconds later the whole place began to move from side to side. The earth was trembling, and that was definitely the earthquake hitting your area. You lose balance, but the man wearing a green haori and a bucket hat saved you from falling. “Careful, (Name)-chan” he said, smiling beautifully as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Careful, follow me…” he sweetly and calmly told you, and stumbling you both walked together to some stairs that would take you to a little basement. He held you up in his arms and put you inside the little door that would lead to there, and then he entered. “Youruichi-san, Momo-kun ❤ ~?” He called the cats, who flashed their green and yellow eyes showing him they won’t be moving from where they were. “Very well, stay there then!” he said and much to your desperation he closed the little door over your heads.

You protested. “Momo!! Why? Why is he outside?!!”

“Calm down Miss, they are cats! They will be safer than us! I even left the bag of food open so they will be fine! Don’t worry!” He told you, placing his hands over your shoulder to calm you down even though the ground beneath your feet was shaking, intensely and never endlessly. Some cans fell from stands that were covering the walls of the basement and you noticed there was also a bed and some blankets there.

Yet, your eyes were blurred by tears that were flooding your lids. You were scared. It was your first earthquake since you have moved to Japan, and you have never experienced something like that. But you, nevertheless, felt safe. Safe in the arms of a store manager that you had just met. “Sir… is this?” you asked, trembling, grabbing the sides of his green haori. “An earthquake, (Name)-chan. Don’t panic, we will be safe here. I do use this place as a shelter for stuff like this” he informed you with the softest tone, bringing you closer to his chest. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in those arms, as if for some reason you knew that man from past lives.

You suddenly heard loud crashes, sounds you would attribute to structures falling, walls crashing down or who knows what. But you were safe, and aside from the initial panic nothing has hurt you, nor him. Urahara quickly took his phone to check on the security cameras from the place and outside as soon as the initial trembling had passed. Smoke all around didn’t let him see clearly, but he did see that Yoruichi and Momo were sitting outside the store looking perplexed at what was happening to the building.

“The kitties are alright, see? told you!” he said, smiling and showing you the screen. Screen that soon turned black as the electrical power and perhaps the CCTV cameras were damaged from the debris. You breathed alleviate. Nothing mattered the most than Momo and of course his new friend, Yoruichi. The buildings could crumble but as long as you had your only companion in this lonely life, you were happy.

But now, there was another problem… The basement door was completely stuck, and it was almost impossible to open. “We are stuck here, Urahara-san!” you screamed in horror. “Don’t fear, let me try… probably something heavy fell over it, but we will manage to opeeeeen…. thee- fucki- door” he finished, pushing the door up with no success.

“Well, yes. We are stuck. How unfortunate…” he mumbled, trying to keep his cool not to scare you. You sat over the little cot that was taking over half of the space of the basement. Basement that in fact saved your life, probably.

He sat crossing his legs on the ground facing you. Kisuke didn’t speak for a few minutes, and you could see him think about something intensely. You, that really needed to know what to do next, regretted the moment you got out of the house without your phone because “it’s just a second, we cross the street and we come back”.

But you won’t come back, at least for a couple of hours… or even more. You were unaware of the damages outside and how busy the emergency systems must be by now. Plus, you were safe, who knew how many people might need help before you. And that was stated by Kisuke soon after he realized he had been in silence for a long time now.

“So, my phone shows we are still at risk of aftershocks. I can quite access any website, Wi-Fi and power is gone. The phone service too. Do you have your phone to check if you have a signal?” he asked, making you feel like an idiot because you didn’t have any phone with you.

You blinked and took your hands to your temples. “I- I didn’t bring my phone with me… I’m a fucking idiot”. Urahara tilted his head, “an idiot you say? Why? is not that you could predict an earthquake after all”.

You couldn’t understand why and how that man could be so calm and had always the right words to tell, but you were grateful to be in this situation with someone like him… though the mystery behind his eyes was still haunting you, after all he was just a stranger to you.

“Thanks, Urahara-san. You have saved me with your quick reactions, I will be in debt for this forever” you admit, because it was true. You had frozen the very moment the alarms went off. You weren’t in the slightest used to that type of emergencies, not at least where you were from. “You are welcome, darling. Would you like some tea?” he offered you, as he stood up and brushed his wrinkly clothes off imaginary crumbles.

“Tea?” you asked, where the hell would he be getting tea in a basement? “Uhum, plain green or peach flavoured? I bet you like peaches, your cat is called Momo!”. The blonde man reached for one of the boxes scattered on the floor and took two bottles of iced -well not that cold- tea.

You couldn’t help but giggle. That man had everything ready for this? Was he some kind of psychic? “I love peaches, indeed” you said, stretching your arm to grab the bottle he was passing to you. He gifted you a sweet smile, and the shadow from his bucket hat made his eyes look dark… dark, intense, sexy. But somehow… dangerous.

“It’s just a shadow” you shook your head, easing the warning signals your mind wouldn’t stop emitting.

During the following half an hour he asked about when you had moved to Japan and what you were doing there. You gave him brief information about your life that he took it with a smiling countenance. He also told you that he had left his old work to become a freelance researcher and had to open the store to sustain his investigations. Though, he never told you what those “investigations” were based on. He also told you he wasn’t living alone there. His friend and his two kids were fortunately out of the country during those days. “They took a trip to Hawaii; can you believe it? And me, here, vibrating with the ground” he joked, as careless as possible.

The time passed and even if you were expecting his phone to warn you about new tremors, it didn’t. And because it didn’t work, the next aftershock took you by total surprise. It was even stronger than the initial earthquake and you felt dizzy and scared once again.

“God damn, this is a never-ending shit, isn’t it?” he said, holding you in his arms. And you couldn’t say no, you just felt safer around his embrace for the endless two minutes the trembling lasted. This time even the emergency lights flickered, and you could hear how stuff fell over the door of the basement making it more impossible to lift than before.

You stayed kneeling on the ground with him hugging you despite the aftershock had stopped. He didn’t have a problem keeping the hug, but the moment he attempted to loosen the grip you tighten your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry Sir, but… can I stay like this a little longer?”. He nodded and pushed you closer once again.

You don’t know how many more minutes you stayed like this, but you enjoyed every single moment of it. A subtle manly scent filled your senses as your cheek was pressed against his chest. The green kimono, loosen and wrinkly opened opportunely allowing you to take a subtle look from his prominent collar bones to his belly. And it’s not that you would think of sex during an earthquake, but you would lie if you said you weren’t enjoying the view.

And Kisuke knew, and he wasn’t mad in the slightest, because he wanted you as much as you did want him. But the reality of what was going on hit you soon and it wasn’t time to think about this like a plot for a porno. He cleared his throat as you two parted away. You fixed your eyes on the ground and numbed knees, your cheeks were burning, and you could swear you were blushing like in those anime you watch.

“I’m gonna try to call 119, ok?” he said, tucking a tuft of loose hair behind your ear. “Y-yes…” you mumbled, softly grazing the same place his thumb caressed a second before. But he didn’t have any luck. The lines had collapsed, and his phone informed he had less than 15% of battery. “Shit…” he protested, pressing his hat against his head and face.

And then, the emergency lights started blinking and beeping sounding nonstop.

He didn’t let his annoyance get to him and forced his good mood to return quickly after he remembered you were there next to him. “Listen it’s almost 2 am, the lights turn off automatically at 2:10 to save energy so it's gonna be dark in here until 6 am. What about getting some sleep?” he told you, pointing to the cot behind you.

You sat on the cot and untied your shoelaces quickly before the lights went off, feeling terrible as you were going to use the only bed available. “Urahara-san, take this” you said, giving him the little pillow and covers to him. “You shouldn’t sleep on the floor in your own place, but at least use this”.

You frowned, you weren’t annoyed, but it took you by surprise. “Uh… there? the two of us?” you asked, stuttering.

“No, silly. You. I will sleep on the floor, don’t worry” he laughed, and you wanted to bury your head inside the centre of the earth.

“Thank you, (Name)-chan. But call me Kisuke, please. We are going to be stuck in here for a long time, might as well get comfortable with my name” he told you, fixing the futon on the floor, right next to the cot. “I hope you don’t mind me sleeping closer to you, it’s just that the racks there are prone to falling and I don’t want to wake up with a huge bump on my head” he giggled, resting his back on the floor.

You smiled subtly, taking a look at his fine, handsome features and the messy beard on his chin. He had taken off his hat finally, and despite the flickering lights you were able to see his facade perfectly. “No problem Urahara-san…I mean, Kisuke! Please, wake me up if you need something from me” you told him, soon realizing the weight of those words, covering your mouth as the lights finally turned off.

You couldn’t sleep for at least half an hour more. “I should connect my tongue to my brain… those words sounded so badly” you thought, until the exhaustion of the terrible situation hit your body and your eyelids finally closed. You drifted into a reverie land, something similar to heaven. A strange society where people would wear black kimonos and swords. Kisuke was there too, funny enough he was “a captain” in that society. Dreams are said to be a place of wonders but that simply amazed you by the number of details your mind had created.

Soon that society started trembling, and you realized it wasn’t your dreams but the real world. This time even harder than before, the cot legs closed, and you fell into the floor hitting your back against it. You opened your eyes, scared as hell and almost shouting, but loving arms wrapped around you in a supportive embrace.

“Kisuke…” you whispered, nuzzling into what you think was the crook of his neck, because the lights were still off. “Don’t worry it’s just another tremor. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” he asked, with his chin over the crown of your head and his hand going up and down your back while the trembling motions would still go on and on.

You sniffled. “I’m ok. I got sc-scared” you mumbled, containing tears, because you were frankly fed up with that torture. “I’m glad you are safe, (Name)” he sighed, placing a peck on your head.

You widened your eyes, because he had just kissed you… and you weren’t mad, you wanted it so bad… you really wanted it. “Don’t cry, ok? It will be over in a couple of hours, I’m sure. Please try to relax” he said, brushing your hair back as he felt his neck damped with your salty tears.

Would it be that bad if you dared to kiss his neck? just a kiss, a peck, just placing your lips over his skin. Would it really be that bad, that indecent to do so during a moment like this? with a man you just knew but that had saved your life?

And you did, despite any moral rules.

Your lips barely grazed his skin. And you could feel him stiffen up. But he didn’t push you away. And then again, another peck, this time with clear intentions of kissing him. Another one came after the second one, this time subtly touching his skin with the tip of your tongue, leaving a wet spot.

Kisuke sighed, realizing a building up tension inside his own soul. He was burning already, and you turned the fire on with just a simple action. “(Name)-san?... are you-?” he asked, pushing you a little off himself, faces only illuminated by a little standby red light from the emergency lights.

You couldn’t pronounce any words, but you could surely express your intentions with actions. You crawled up to face him. Lips close, oh so close. Both could feel the warmth of your breaths on them. “Should I kiss you now, (Name)?” he asked, despite knowing the answer already. “Uhum…”.

Your lips met, sealing in a kiss that went from simply grazing mouths to passionate tongue dancing. He softly grunted as you made out, striping a moan from you when his hands went straight to squeeze your hips. Your bodies pressed, eliminating any opening in between them. Close, so close. Hard and wet, both sexes were. Throbbing, needy, stress to be released choosing sex to do so during such adverse situation. The world seemed to be caving in around you, but you were safe in the arms of a man you just met, but you felt your souls were already connected from before.

Kisuke slowly but surely guided you to be on top of him, pure darkness, everything you felt was based on the rest of your senses. Your hand rested on his chest. He felt warm on your palms and the tips of your fingers. Tips that traced a path from his jaw to his belly, slowly, delicately, teasing him… You humped slowly over his growing hardness, you felt him harder each second it passed, and your panties became wet as his tip would caress just the right point.

“Benihime” he moaned, pulling you from your arms to meet his mouth, needy oh so needy. “Benihime, my crimson princess… those red lips” he whined before attacking your mouth once again. You moved your hips back and forth, this time harder, ripping from his throat a guttural grunt. And he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed your wrists and in a quick, violent motion you were then pinned against the floor.

Kisuke lifted your shirt, he was so desperate for you he didn’t even bother to take it all off. He just wanted to bury himself in between your breasts. And he did, kissing, nuzzling, even licking each and every patch of skin around your lingerie. He passed his arms under you, searching for the clasp of your bra to free you from the clothing jail.

Once you were completely exposed to him, even if the subtle led light of the emergency lights were the only source of illumination he didn’t care and he didn’t need to see to enjoy your hard sensitive nipples. He sucked, he licked, he even nibbled on them. “Why is it that you are so delicious, princess? your skin smells and tastes so good” he said in between sucking and taking gasps of air to continue with the sweet torturing stimulation.

You passed your fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs off his face, unable to see but eager to feel his features. Only one of his eyes under the shadow influence of the darkness was visible for you, the red glare of the standby light would reflect on his steel irises turning him into something similar to a demon. A demon that couldn’t stop devouring you.

Kisuke’s hands squeezed your breasts once he decided it was time to occupy his mouth in other parts of your anatomy. He let a trail of kisses from your chest down your belly, pulling your pants off with just his teeth. “Now, let me… let me take you to heaven” he mumbled, breathing closely to your wet core.

You squirmed and bit your own forearm to muffle a loud moan wanting to escape your lips. “I wanna hear you sing for me, princess… don’t cover your mouth” he ordered as the first finger penetrated your entrance. He pumped it up and down several times to get it wet enough for you to taste it yourself. “Taste yourself, aren’t you delicious?” he said, taking his finger to your mouth and making you suck it all.

He shivered, the way you suck the whole finger made him want to stick his dick inside your mouth and fuck it until he couldn’t take it anymore. But he resisted the urge to do so, because that moment was just for you, and he wanted to have a full course meal with your core.

His tongue attacked your spread labia, his fingers held you open. He went up and down, circles around your clit, sucking and slurping your increasing honeys without spilling a single drop of them. You arched your back; sure this was the first time a man was matching the pleasure your own fingers only knew how to give.

Urahara pressed your belly down, as his tongue was joined by a beckoning motion of his fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but moan louder, pulling from his ashy blonde hair as climax would soon hit your body. “Come for me, (Name)-san” he encouraged you right at the verge of exploding. And you did, to a body completely surrendered to him, trembling, repeating his name…

“Kisuke…”

You realized the releasing pressure of your orgasm damped the whole place around you and even his forearm. And he was satisfied, but not completely. It was time for him to have a reward, and you didn’t hesitate in pulling him closer.

“Princess, you are eager for more, don’t you?” he asked, while you, drunk on passion, untied the kimono that was barely covering his body. “I want more, Kisuke. I want more from you” you pleaded, sitting on the floor, and kissing his hip bones as he remained kneeling near you.

“And I’ll be pleased to give it to you” he chimed, pushing you back to the floor. You spread your legs, erroneously thinking he was going to fuck you in a classic missionary position. Oh but, Urahara Kisuke is anything but classic and so it shows. “Turn around, my dear (Name)-san” he ordered, helping you with his hands around your hips.

You waited for further instructions with your belly against a wet patch of your own last orgasm. He pulled your hips up but pressed your head against the floor. “Just ass up, you will like this”. Of course, you did, you wanted him to fuck you in any possible way.

You felt him place behind you, his left leg on the side of your hip, the other with his knee on the ground. He dragged his thumb up and down, from your entrance to the perineum and from there to your rear. “I’m kinda trying to decide where to fuck you first” he told you, passing his palm from the small of your back up your spine. You shivered. His soft, lustful voice could have been enough to drag you to hell and heaven.

Next step was using the throbbing, dripping tip of his dick to graze your entrances as he lubricated them mixing his own squirt with yours. Up and down, sometimes sloppily barely entering. You moved your ass against him, wagging your hips as if you were some kind of kitty cat. You needed him to already be inside you. “You want me? huh? princess?” he asked as he aligned himself with your entrance.

“Yes, Urahara-san… I want you”

“Then fuck me, go ahead” he said, inviting you to move. Order you didn’t even need to hear because you instantly pressed yourself against him. As you did, you felt your walls being stretched with him filling you up so good. You remained for a couple of seconds still, allowing your core to satisfy its need of being full by his hard shaft.

He couldn’t resist himself being still for a single moment more and so he started moving in and out of you. “Ugh, so tight” he grunted with his teeth clenched. You, at this moment, could only allow him to destroy your insides, mind blank, only focused on pleasure. He went on and on and on, making your legs tremble and hips weak.

“Getting tired, huh?” he asked and quickly with a hand around your belly he pulled you up and sat back with you still attached to him. You ended up sitting backwards on him, feeling him penetrating you even deeper than before. His teeth carved marks on your shoulder and back as his hips would move up and down, in and out of you and sometimes around.

Your body humped at his hammering motion, your breasts being squeezed by his hands, his tongue licking the trails of sweat on your back, your nails carved on his inner thighs at each side of yours.

Kisuke and you lasted long until the lights turned on again, showing each other's lustful tinted faces as who knows what number of orgasms were hitting you. “Good girl, sing for me one last time” he moaned, with his lips pressed on your cheek while his hand turned your face to the side to see you better.

“Yes… K-Kisuke… I-” you moaned, only able to pronounce such incoherencies because your body was bursting once again. You clenched around him, once, twice, milking his dick with your own core walls. He let himself go when he was sure you finished, bathing your insides with a so needy warm release. “Princess…” he sighed; forehead pressed against your shoulder. Bodies covered in sweat as the little basement was nothing but fresh.

Reality soon hits you both, but you didn’t care, and remained there attached to the other for a good amount of time. None of you dared to speak, until he helped you stand up to trembling, spasming legs.

“Well, this was certainly unexpected” he said, scratching his nape. “It certainly was, Urahara-san” you mumbled, smiling shyly. “I know we are still trapped here, but… would you join me a little longer in “bed”?” he said, extending his arm towards you. You took it with no hesitation and snuggled next to him. What could go wrong? either way nobody knew you were still down there… Your eyelids and his felt heavier and heavier until both fell asleep in cuddling.

…..

“Are you alright, miss? Sir?!!” “Meow, meow” “Are they naked? What the fuck?”

You sloppily opened your eyes watching people dressed in orange reflective vests take a look through the door of the basement. Momo and Yourichi were already next to you licking your face. “The hell…?” you mumbled. Kisuke pressed his body against yours grumbling because of the noises that were disturbing his sleep.

“KISUKE… THEY ARE HERE TO RESCUE US…!!!”

“Ah… just five more minutes Tessai…”

“It’s not Tessai, Urahara-san… it’s the firefighters”

Turns out that Momo and Yoruichi were intelligent enough to bring rescuers to the shop. The place wasn’t that damaged, and the door was just stuck because a huge rack had fallen over it and not a million debris as you thought.

“Huh, so it was just the rack? Oh, I knew, but still couldn’t opened it”

“But Sir, you had another exit on the other side, see? Behind that rack there” a firefighter pointed out the same rack he told you could fall during your sleep.

“Shut the hell up…” he grunted at him, while you widened your eyes and gawked at the realization of you didn’t wanting to see the door there, just in front of your eyes…