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[leesolbeesol]

Call On Silent

(Part 1: Chicken Scratch) (Part 3: Easy Talking) (Part 4: Over The Moon) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!mark x student!o/c (this one can still be treated as xreader)

summary: the cute guy calls you!

wc: ~600

note: upwards of 500 words again! this one's just cute and only a little stressful for m/c

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As you sit in your lecture, your phone is buzzing incessantly in your pocket as you frantically try to silence it. A call?? Why isn’t it on silent?! Drawing a few stares from the people in your immediate surroundings, you finally silence it—that, or it goes off by itself. What the hell? You try to refocus on the lecture but your interest is piqued, who was calling you? Your mom knows not to call you now because you're busy, and your friends are all in lectures. Prof. Im’s usually entertaining words go in one ear and out the other because curiosity swallows you whole. You don’t even know why you’re so curious. You could just pull your phone out, but you risk getting in trouble—even if your professor is a sweetheart. 

Soon after, you find yourself walking out of the lecture hall, brightly lit by the midmorning sun, on the way to the ‘bathroom’. Your back hits the hard white brick wall as you lean into it and whip out your phone in it’s cherry red case. It’s an unknown number. You realize it’s probably spam, and feel a let down that it’s not the boy from the café. That is, until you see the 26 second voicemail and the transcript that the number left and your heart almost stops. He actually called? Mark Lee actually called? You’re shocked, to say the least. He did give you a nod, but you expected that it was just for politeness’ sake. Should I listen now? Your mind is racing with anticipation. You press the play button and hold your phone up to your ear, eager to hear what he said. Is he going to let me down easy?

“Hey, um, I realized I didn’t even get your name… I just called you to say that I thought you were really cute at the café, and I’d love to take you out somewhere sometime. It doesn’t matter to me where we go, I want you to have fun. I know you gave me your number but if you changed your mind that’s totally okay too, but I really hope you’ll take me up on the offer.” 

He sounds really nervous. You guess he doesn’t have class now? Besides that, you’re floored. He called you and wants to take you out on a date. This is so crazy. You didn’t even realize he didn’t know your name. It makes sense, you’re mutual friends but you’ve never really had a conversation. You’ve heard a Mark referenced in passing, but you never knew who he was or what he looked like. You guess that it goes the same for him—he’s never put your name to your face. He can’t see that I’ve listened, right? You’re faced with two options: A) text him that you’re in class and say yes, or B) text him later and say you were in class and say yes. To hell with it, you’ve already listened, you might as well text him now. The pads of your fingers beat rhythmically against the digital keys: hey! i got your voicemail, but i’m in class so i can’t call you, so sorry! i’d love to go out sometime. we can figure out the details later lol. You rephrase it like three times, what would make you sound eager but not crazy? You don’t know—you’ve never done this before. You remember to add something else: my name is moon sora, by the way. You think your name is silly; moon in English and sky in Japanese. You pad your way back into the classroom—you were only gone for 5 minutes.

[yuesya]

Satoru-niichan is going to laugh at her when he finds out about this.

… Shiki is perfectly aware that it’s not exactly the right time to be entertaining such inane thoughts, not in this moment. Dark clouds of heavy smoke curl up around her, accompanied by the scorching heat of hungry, crackling flames that she does not feel. But although Shiki remains untouched by the hellish inferno, the same does not apply for the other humans around her; the sounds of terrified screaming and horror-struck pain are deafening amid the ongoing destruction.

Three minutes. At a rough estimate, Shiki arrived here barely three minutes later than the Special Grade curses did, and it already looks like the village is on the verge of being burned into the ground. She shouldn’t be surprised. Special Grade cursed spirits are harbingers of chaos and destruction –malicious ones that revel in human suffering– so it’s not surprising. But… 

If this continues, they’re all going to die.

… Her cousin is going to laugh at her. To think that a simple assignment to investigate the Kyoto school’s ‘Mechamaru’ had somehow escalated into a fight against four Special Grade curses… and then she’d even gotten herself caught in some trap that seemed to have teleported her out of the country entirely?

Shiki sighs, flicking her wrist. The corpse of the water-natured cursed womb slides off from the end of her blade with a wet squelch as it falls.

“DAGON!”

Shiki raises an arm, brushing aside a fiery projection launched at her head. The ground under her feet rumbles dangerously, and she leaps into the air just as a gaping crevice opens up in the earth beneath her.

That’s one curse down, the weakest of the four of them. Three full-fledged Special Grade curses remain, and Shiki takes a moment to reassess the situation.

The circumstances have changed. They are no longer fighting out in a secluded, remote area, where there is no concern of collateral damage aside from environmental restructuring. Not-Geto had done something earlier, and now Shiki and the Special Grade curses had been suddenly, collectively transported somewhere else instead. She doesn’t know where this is, exactly, but it’s obvious that they’re standing directly in the middle of a populated village right now. A rural village whose inhabitants are all running about in panic, with no Windows anywhere in sight to help evacuate victims or minimize damages.

Quite the conundrum.

Because going by the rule book, in the event of an emergency a sorcerer’s first priority is to exorcise, rather than save. But it’s also a sorcerer’s purpose to preserve the lives of regular humans when they’re being threatened by curses.

… The sooner Shiki kills all of these cursed spirits, then the sooner the inhabitants of this village would be safe. If any of these Special Grades were allowed to run loose, then they would only bring disaster and ruin in their wake. She also needs to hurry, especially given that she’d also expended a significant amount of energy in the previous altercation, including her–

An earthen spike lances up from the ground, intent on goring her through… only to shatter harmlessly against her body. Shiki turns towards the corrupted nature-turned-cursed spirit whose hand is still extended in her direction.

“I’ll start with you, then.”

It attempts to keep her away by summoning more earthen spikes, interspersed with wooden tendrils. Even a few strange, strange flowers with sharp, gnashing teeth, but it’s useless in the end. All of it falls apart easily beneath the sharp edge of her blade, and–

“Hanami! Use Domain Amplification–”

Shiki swings her sword.

Whatever this ‘Domain Amplification’ is, the cursed spirit doesn’t manage to use it in time. With its cursed energy as depleted as it is from the earlier battle even before the mass-teleportation, and with the series of techniques it had just deployed against her, the cursed spirit is just a touch too slow in escaping.

Six misshapen lumps fall to the ground, oozing purple-black blood. Two down, two more to go. Shiki whirls back around and–

Several buildings farther down the street, the patch-faced cursed spirit wearing a human shape smiles at her. There’s a wild light glittering in its eyes, half-madness and half-fear, underscored with manic glee. Anticipation curls the edge of its lips in a slow, wide grin.

“Wow, you’re so strong! Think you can cut this into pieces, too?”

The cursed spirit lifts its hand. It’s holding an unconscious young boy, pale-skinned and dark-haired–

… Mechamaru. That’s the Kyoto student whom Shiki had been asked to investigate, on suspicion of colluding with the school’s enemies.

Stitch-marked fingers tighten around the boy’s nape.

“Idle Transfiguration.”

Mechamaru convulses, then groans. His body swells. First his head, then his shoulders, all distending to ridiculous proportions. Regular human skin darkens to a sickly green-grey and eventually stops being human skin at all, hardening into a substance that’s almost reminiscent of armored plating. The end result is a monster –an uncanny caricature of one of the robots that the boy is prone to piloting as an extension of himself among his classmates, but made from flesh rather than metal. More suited to crawling on the ground than standing upright, if the way that it drops down is any indication of things.

Shiki remembers seeing reports of this ability. This cursed spirit could transform human bodies at will, conditional upon physical contact with the desired target. The resulting shock and stress of this technique upon the human body was fatal.

Mechamaru would rampage mindlessly for a few minutes, then die. But Shiki’s assignment was to bring him in alive for questioning.

There’s only one thing to do, then.

Break the arms and legs; prevent him from moving. The only sleeping spell that Shiki knows is specifically designed for humans, and… she doubts that it would be effective on Mechamaru at the moment. She needs to immobilize him right now, and then she’ll deal with him once everything is over.

“White,” she whispers. This would keep him alive, while she–

Shiki leaps into the air, instincts urging her to move. Searing flames scorch the ground where she’d been crouching in; this is the work of that fire-natured cursed spirit, no doubt. It’s a clever one, circling around her and trying to stop her from getting close, while its companion starts unleashing more of its hideous transformed humans as literal meat shields.

She’ll need to cut through all of them in order to reach those cursed spirits.

Wait. No, only that fire cursed spirit was there. Where–?

“MAHITO! NOW!”

An uninvited hand lands on her shoulder.

“Idle–”

The cursed spirit’s voice breaks off with a sharp, startled yelp. 

Then, the hand vanishes –sliced clean off. But it’s not Shiki’s work. Her blade had only sliced halfway through its wrist, before another blade had intervened to cut off the cursed spirit’s entire arm.

… No, not blade. A spear –one that looks to be of a rather unique shape and make. An elongated weapon of green intertwined with gold, held in the hand of a stranger who’d appeared out of nowhere. 

Shiki… hadn’t sensed their arrival at all. Was this another teleporter? … Since when was teleportation something that became such a common ability?

The new arrival tips their head towards her. Beneath the fanged, snarling mask that they’re wearing, it’s difficult to intuit what they mean by this gesture. The ensuing string of words spoken in a language that she does not understand doesn’t exactly help things any, aside from giving Shiki a basic idea of the identity of the person behind the mask. Young, male.

… It definitely becomes a lot easier to understand his intentions once he brandishes his spear, then proceeds to take off towards the patch-faced cursed spirit in a burst of dark wind.

Shiki lifts her gaze as she turns back towards the fire-natured Special Grade, who’s suddenly looking a lot less confident under the weight of her undivided intention. “… I guess that leaves me with you, then.”

[runawaymun]

It's something that I want to do a full write-up on after I finish more more quests (most especially Baizhu's) but I just want to put it out there that I am constantly amazed, as a chronic-illness haver myself, how many characters in Genshin Impact have chronic illnesses, how visible they are, and how well represented they are.

Like, it's extremely difficult to find even one character in a piece of fiction that has a chronic illness (let alone one where it isn't played for laughs, OR otherwise it completely destroys their life and they're fucking miserable, OR it's magically cured).

But Genshin? Dude you trip over a character with a chronic illness every five seconds, it feels like, and I fucking love that. Off the top of my head there's:

Anna (Mondstat), who visibly suffers from her illness and we know her brother struggles to pay for her medicine. But the traveler, through a series of quests, helps them get ahold of an affordable medication to manage (MANAGE, not cure) the illness and to return her quality of life to her.

Little Hongdou (Liyue) - who has an unspecified chronic illness. And she just does. But she's out and about and seems very happy.

Collei (Sumeru, playable) - and sure her illness is fixed by the end of the Sumeru quest, but I don't even care because of how well it's represented. She has hopes, ambitions, dreams. She participates in her work as a forest ranger even though we get visible confirmation that her illness is progressing. The people around her care and are compassionate, and do their best to make sure she takes care of herself, but she is also allowed to just...go out? and do things?? This shouldn't be such a tall order but chronic illness-havers with friends and family members who understand that, hey there are good days and there are bad days -- that's rare in fiction (and IRL for that matter).

Dunyarzad (Sumeru) - her chronic illness is a major plot-driver in an entire fucking archon quest. She has a huge amount of influence on the people around her, and her chronic illness is actually part of the whole reason we even are able to help Nahida in the first place. Her chronic illness is what makes her instrumental to the plot, but it also isn't the only thing about her, and I love that.

Dulphy (Fontaine) - an actress from Furina's story quest. What really struck me about Dulphy is how the people around her interact with her. I was half in tears by the end of the quest -- not even for Furina reasons (yes, that too), but because I was so touched by the fact that a game gave us a character who was unable to follow through with something she said she was going to do (finish her closing performance as the lead actress in a musical), and that was okay. Like, yeah, the people around her were upset -- but they were upset because she hadn't taken great care of herself and had pushed herself past her spoon limit! Nobody (including the narrative itself) treated it as a great failure when she had to call it quits on her performance. Rather, that was treated as a good thing, and they went so far as to explicitly state that her performance up to that point mattered, and that it was a meaningful contribution, even though she couldn't finish. And that just fucking got me, man. Also - again, this is a character where it is explicitly stated "this is a chronic illness. It has good days and bad days and it can only be managed, not cured. And if she pushes herself too hard then she'll need several days to recover." And that's just...part of who she is.

And, of course, Baizhu. (Liyue, playable) My beloved, my blorbo. His chronic illness(es) is an extremely visible part of his character - referenced in his voicelines, his idles, his interactions in quests, the imaginarium theater, and even your teapot house, and his emojis. Hell, he even coughs if you sprint too much with him. Nevertheless, he's arguably one of the strongest healer units in the game from a meta perspective, and from a story perspective he is immensely successful, insanely compassionate, and while he isn't necessarily super kind to himself about it, the people around him are. His chronic illness is part of him, but he is still allowed to inhabit a story where he's the most renowned and beloved doctor in his entire country & just...is an awesome, active person in general, and that means so much to me.

Just. God. I legitimately can't think of another piece of fiction where I have seen myself represented over and over and over again everywhere I look, let alone so kindly. It's genuinely so moving to have so many characters be so visibly chronically ill, and for that to just be part of their character. A neutral thing about them. And to have it be okay when they can't finish things -- even though they said they would, okay when they need to rest, okay when they have to take a break or extra care with themselves. And not just one but so many. I'm sure I'm forgetting some to boot.

(Honorable mention: Qiqi. Like sure she's a zombie but hear me out: visible chronic joint and memory issues, which is something I also deal with and it's just so refreshing to see a character who deals with them, too -- and who has so many people around her who are so kind about it).

[dkniade]

“A Blade to Separate One From Oneself”

With Qiqi & Xiao, a slice of life with fluff and angst, names, the Teyvat script, and some linguistics!

Bubu Pharmacy.

For Dr. BZ.

Order: Herb Collection

QX ...... 3x.

LLBH ...... 2x.

"What's this." Xiao scanned the small letters on the page.

"I learned a faster way to take notes... But I don't know what it says anymore."

"Why change your former methods?"

--

Qiqi asks Xiao for help decoding shorthands in her notebook, and they end up reflecting on the nature of names and memory.

[hoyaanae]

ALWAYS HOME 树下有片红房子

When we think of home do we think of our hometown? our family? the neighborhood we grew up in? our childhood friends? is it a place? a person? a collection of memories? the time we shared with them? or simply, a feeling? does it warm your heart or fill you up with nostalgia? do you feel happy and sad at the same time? do you sometimes wish to go back in time and experience it again? does it break your heart a little but makes you smile all the same? does it reminds you of big moments, of celebrations and happy occasions? or just the mundane things in life? like the rustling of leaves that particular afternoon, the smell of food from the dining table, the chirping of crickets at night, the happy noise from the living room. for me, it's all of it. this show reminded me of what's it like to be home (as i haven't been in a while). we all have different definition of home but somehow, i think, it feels similar. it makes you feel warm, at ease, and sometimes, a place where you can cry your heart out.

it's a story of youth, friendship, family, and romance. of heartbreak, loss and grief, reconciliation, and moving forward. of dreams and failures, first love, "eternal love", and to circle back – home.

this is as straightforward as it can get story-wise, but the characters - oh those lovely characters, i love them with all my heart. they were written and treated with care, even the supporting roles touched my heart in ways I did not expect. I get to feel for them, understand their dilemmas, and get where they're coming from. It's probably among the few dramas where I did not dislike a single character. They just feel real and alive. You see different dynamics in each family, in their friendship, and their romantic relationships. The subtlety in which moment the shift began, where one character fall in love, when the crack formed, and when you look back, which was the last time before the permanent goodbye.

The thing about youth dramas is that you just need a certain formula and when you get it right, you get it right. And they done it right. It's a cute and easy watch but also prepare for some emotional waves here and there. A box of tissue is recommended. Each family conflict made me cry - not just once, not even twice or thrice. I honestly lost count. But it's a good cry.

In terms of romance, it's quite a slowburn. As a viewer, i saw, in its most subtle form, when and which moment did each of them fall in love. But if the characters can answer back, i think they'll probably feign ignorance or just outright deny it. But tbh i don't think they themselves realized that's when they started to fall in love. In Darcy's words, "I was in the middle before I knew I had begun." Everyone else knew they'll end up together somehow but they're the last to know. Classic friends-to-lovers formula.

The first half reminded me of the feeling of home, of nostalgia, of the memories of me growing up. It feels familiarly bittersweet. The last episodes, however, deals with the characters' inner conflicts, of reconciliation of past trauma and insecurities. It started asking the question "Are you happy?" It makes you reflect on yourself as well. Is your present self satisfied with your expectations from the past you? The "you" many years ago, when you were young and innocent and full of passion. Have you reached the goal you made when you were in high school? Are you on the path you so eagerly planned to take when you were young and full of energy and hope? Have your dreams changed? Or did you simply opted for the safer route? Did you sacrificed what you wanted for the sake of family? Did you compromised what you really wanted for what was needed at that time? Are you happy with the way things turned out? Are you at peace with yourself now? Or are you still in search for that one thing to make you truly happy? Are you still finding the missing piece to the puzzle that is life? Have you let go of the past that haunted you for so long? Have you forgiven yourself for something that's out of your control? Have you found yourself? Have you found your home? Are you home now?

[ddarker-dreams]

god darling beats zhongli at sand castle making any day of the week

this is such a cute mental image omg ,,

imagining how this came about — little qiqi found the process interesting. she'll start to work on one, but unfortunately for her, she builds it too close to the shore and it's swept away. since her memory isn't the best, she doesn't think to correct this mistake the next time she tries.

god darling happens upon an iteration of this sad cycle. they're positively heartbroken by qiqi's sigh as the ocean claims her work again. whatever their business with zhongli in the moment is gets set aside. this is far more important, they'll reason. he can't bring himself to argue.

zhongli builds a simple yet effective structure. a rectangle-shaped tower, nothing fancy, but sturdy. in the time it takes him to craft this, god darling sets out to work as well, not allowing zhongli to participate in the building process. qiqi is tasked with finding seashells and other embellishments for decoration.

zhongli decides to check in on his spouse's efforts, prepared to give some pointers if need be, only to see something akin to this:

[shtosh-ka]

Actually, I drew this drawing based on a short story that I came up with at the university during a lecture.

I’m not sure how clear everything will be, because I used a translator, because English is not my native language. But I hope everything is really clear.

Doctor Bai Zhu felt unwell at night. He was overcome by an unbearable coughing fit, and to top it all off, his head was aching from, as luck would have it, the noisy youth celebrating some holiday known only to them, on the street, right under Bai Zhu's window.

The doctor wanted to get out of bed, turn on the light and drink the syrup to soothe his throat. But he only started to fall. Trying to protect himself, the man leaned on the nightstand and accidentally crushed his glasses with his palm.

But he didn't have the strength to open the medicine. The cough didn't stop.

Shaking his whole body from the attacks of pain piercing his throat, Bai Zhu pulled the lid of the bottle. And it suddenly opened.

The vessel jumped out of his hands and sticky syrup spilled on the nightstand and the doctor himself. The man sighed resignedly.

Suddenly, quick footsteps were heard throughout the house. Little Qiqi ran into Mr. Bai's room. Tears were streaming down her cheeks - she was frightened by the noise and the sight of Bai Zhu.

The girl quickly ran to the doctor, took out matches from his nightstand and lit a night lamp, helped the man drink the syrup, then suddenly hugged Bai Zhu and cried loudly.

Doctor Bai Zhu shuddered and hugged the little girl tightly, whispering in her ear the words "I'm fine" and "I'm here".

"Don't leave me, Doctor Bai Zhu..." - this is what little Qiqi said before she fell asleep after crying for a long time.

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A stimboard of Qiqi from Genshin Impact!

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[ninthfeather]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ebenholz (Arknights), Doctor (Arknights), Amiya (Arknights), Logos (Arknights), Silence (Arknights), Neuvillette (Genshin Impact), Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Fischl (Genshin Impact), Qiqi (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Crossover, During IS4 Series: Part 1 of So what if I'm living out past the edge? Summary:

“Go to Sami,” Fremont had told him. “There are Collapsals there, and you may be able to help,” he said.

 Ebenholz was about as much use as an expensive piano in the middle of an icefield, which was incidentally exactly what he felt like at the moment.

[stellar-momentsat25]

spark thoughts

manifesting a baizhu + qiqi + chongyun + shenhe story focus event.

They're just a nice group traveling in chenyu vale. Baizhu had the foresight to hire an exorcist for when things get ugly and inconvenience him or Qiqi, so a reasonable point to have Chongyun and Shenhe. Then the story pulls a GAA2 when spontaneous things happen, old wounds are re-opened (mentally and physically, sorry Chongyun), and we get to invade everyone's past memories or history linked to them (thinking of archon war times) because that's always fun.

[leesolbeesol]

Chicken Scratch

(Part 2: Call On Silent) (Part 3: Easy Talking) (Part 4: Over The Moon) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!markxbarista!o/c (this one can also be treated as xreader)

summary: where you give a cute guy your number on his coffee

wc: ~500

note: finally finished one, even if it's short!! I have another WIP that's currently 3k words. yikes.

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“Love so good feels like a thriller…” You mumble along to the lyrics of the music on the overhead speakers. The stained muslin rag in your hands feels icky from the day of use, and all you can think about is getting home to your warm, clean bed. It’s 5:23 and your shift is almost over at the café owned by your best friend.

The door chime at the front of the open room chirps happily and you force your shoulders not to slump. The cardinal red halter of your apron is digging into the spots between your neck and shoulders.

“Hello, welcome.” Damn it, you already messed up your intro. “What can I get for you?” You chant your greeting as you look up. It’s a guy you’ve seen a couple of times around your college. You run the same circles, too, and you can’t lie, he’s cute. He’s tall—maybe a couple of inches taller than you—and his face is nice. He has deep, dark eyes, and a contrasting face of sharp edges and a soft smile. You blink the thought of his pretty face away so you can do your job of making him whatever drink he’s getting at 5 pm.

“Can I get a single espresso americano, please?” His request is simple, though unusual for not the morning. He sounds tired. 

“Late night, huh?” You comment, offhandedly. You don’t know why you make small talk—It’s usually a nightmare for you. “What’s the name for the order?” You raise your eyebrows slightly at the man, anxious for the answer so you don’t have to pretend to not be checking him out.

“Mark Lee.” He tells you, even though you already know. You turn fast on your heel to make the two milkshakes for the mother-daughter duo in the front of the queue. When you get to his order, your hand grips the cold metal espresso machine as it splashes against the hot water in the cup. You press your tongue between your lips and drag the Sharpie along the cup. You write the M, the A, the R, and the K as carefully as possible so your handwriting doesn’t look like chicken scratch. Before you put the cup down on the pick-up counter, another idea jumps into your head. The Sharpie is suddenly back in your hand. You see your phone number staring back at you below his name. He’s always been a sort of evolved hallway crush of yours. Some of his friends are your friends, and sometimes you see him around campus. It just felt so natural to shoot your shot—is that a sign?

You gently place the coffee on the counter. “Mark Lee?” You keep an eye on him as he walks up and picks up the coffee. You can see the blush beginning to form on his ears as he reads the writing on his coffee. As you wait for him to walk out, he gives you a slight nod. Oh my gosh, he took it.

[manganyeh]

Birb Family tree

Because I want to!

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Wayfarer (if)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Enna Cenric x Sabien Quirinus

Word Count: 853

Savior

She wakes to filtered blue light, hands grasped around the softest sheets she’s ever felt. Her head, though still pounding, rests on a pillow that she doesn’t ever want to get up from. It smells of sandalwood and something citrus and she realizes she’s not in a dream. She shoots up with a start. Hand flies to her beating chest and she’s still in her attire from the night before.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake.”

She hates that she knows his voice already and of course she’s in his room. The details come back sudden, if blurry. She was a fool to drink so much the night before and as much as she hates to admit it, “I didn’t need you to save me, you know.”

“No need to call it salvation. Think of it as calling in a favor.” Quirinus sits at the vanity, pulling his shoulder length locks half up into a braided bun.

“What do you want?”

There’s a low hum in his throat and a little tsk. “You’ve barely had a chance to gain your bearings. We can get to business in a moment.”

Suspicious. That kind of statement is almost nice. The archmage doesn’t do nice. Especially when she’s now indebted to him.

Her legs are bricks as she slides them around the side of the bed. Fingers to her temples, she rubs at the growing pain.

“There’s a drink there by your bed. I suggest you make use of it.”

“Why would I drink anything from you?”

“If I were going to kill you, Enna. I would have done it already.” His eyes crinkle around the edges in the mirror’s reflection.

She knows before those words were spoken that he’s right. He could’ve, no would have killed her already if that was his intent.

She drinks and she waits for her throat to swell up or her limbs to go numb or something. Anything. But he just watches and it soothes. Sleep hits her softly but quickly and she manages to mutter it’s what she expected but his last words are, “rest” before her world washes away again.

—

It’s afternoon and he’s brought her food that she eats reluctantly. New attire and her sword which she thought for sure would be gone. He probably did something with it that she’ll figure out later when it’s too late because having too much to drink around him was already her biggest fuck up.

But his eyes are the color of escape in low tide and she makes the dumbest mistake of all. She kisses him. Tentative and hard and definitely with too much gusto. What’s worst of all is the way he smiles as he kisses her back. Like he’s won and maybe he has but what’s she to do?

Her fingers grasp at his collar, yanking and pulling upward, getting caught on his arms because she’s fumbling and it’s been a long time. One step back and he’s free of those stupid robes she hates and there’s no other thought but to rake her fingernails down his chest before she shoves him, hard, onto the bed. He lets out a small pleasurable sound. He likes it. Because of course he fucking does. And he uses his magic to remove her clothes, a simple snap of his fingers. It’s sexy and she’s definitely wet from that but it’s a secret he’ll never get out of her. He’s too eager with it all though and she briefly wonders how long he’s been wanting to disrobe her. But it’s not really the time for thinking. No minds. Just bodies. Messy and imperfect. Rough and primal.

She inwardly toasts to some kind of small victory from that.

Straddling him on his bed, she takes what she wants of him. Nips at his ears. Pulls on his hair. Coaxes a groan. Elicits a sigh. Hands around his throat.

She sinks down on him and he moans.

“I could kill you now,” she whispers into his ear.

His hands dig into her ass. The pressure of his rings are leaving imprints in her skin.

“No guards.” She squeezes his neck just a little tighter. “And you may be the archmage, magic on clothes but your magic won’t work on me.”

He thrusts into her, leaving her gasping for breath. Her grip on his throat weakens and he’s smirking.

“It’s a shame because I could’ve given you quite the experience. But you will see that I am talented in many areas, even those without magic.”

She grits her teeth together and then kisses him again, too hard. “Just shut up.” Then she saves her kisses because he doesn’t deserve her lips. Her tenderness. Even if he was nice enough to bring her a meal. Share his bed.

He obeys. Until he doesn’t. But at least he isn’t muttering his arrogant ramblings. He only grunts and groans just like her. She pushes him to her own climax then leaves him breathing heavy, tangled in the sheets. She puts on her attire and belts her sword, not bothering to look back as she walks out his door.

[staretes]

changed the pfp and i cant tell if i like it

[anonbinaryweirdo]

BESTIE YOU DIDHSHJSNWBWNW DJSBAJKABAB IM SPEECHLESS PLS

My favorite flowers are lilys!! How about yours?<3

LMAO DBSKSBSB pls I mean in canon Baivi Baizhu is the one who dies first but I was thinking hard when he would cry (idk why I thought of that in first place dkhsjwksk) and my bestie said; when any angsty with you happens

My mind: death - she said: breakup

Yeah djsjsns I would never break up with him 🥺

PLS Baivi angst always hits so heavy, I'm glad I wrote the proposal fic cuz it's really comforting after Baivi angst imo 😔😔💔

I'm crying cuz Baizhu would literally never get over my death like ;; he would work and stuff for sure but the second he is alone - he would cry imo - he is just silly like that 😔😔💔💔 (and I see him as a very emotional and sensitive persona dhsksbjajsk)

BYE DBSJSBSKKEBDKDKS

(I'm sorry if I'm annoying u but I wanted to tell u 🥺❤️)

I love you!!<33

vi... vi my lovely big sister. my amazing big sister. my gorgeous big sister.

SHAKES YOU AND SPLASHES WATER ON YOU

LET THEM BE HAPPY 😔 IK IT'S HARD BUT PLEEK

"the second he's left alone - he would cry imo - he's just silly like that"

🚪

[yanlei-a]

a squint. she seems bothered.

" where did Shen have to go that was so important I'm forced to meditate with you instead? " [Shockblade being an angry pikachu]

— @yunalai

He isn't cut for babysitting.

Zed knows the importance of having the younger shinobi join their ranks, a new generation of warriors that would, in time, continue to protect humankind as their order had done for ages. He is not averse to their presence — he is averse to being the one having to keep an eye on them.

It had always been in the battlefield he belonged, fighting in the frontlines with Shen, before his partner allowed guilt to hold him back. Misplaced guilt, no less; but regardless of how many times he told the other it didn't matter, he was alive, they should be out there together, his words were never heeded.

Kassadin had asked him to stay put, this time, as soon as he returned from his latest mission; there was something he needed Shen's aid with, and in turn, someone had to ensure the girl would not skip any part of her training. He sits cross legged on the ground, eyes closed in what was meant to be a meditation session... until she interrupts, that is.

"He had important matters to deal with alongside Kassadin," is all explanation he gives, no details added — much like he had said before. "Shen will return soon and mentor you as always, Qiyana, but now you're supposed to be meditating regardless of who is mentoring you."