#snowpea writes

[snowpeawritings]

Reader (no pronouns but has a vagina) rides Zhongli's thighs utc bc im pissed at this banner atm

He has to know what he does to you, right?

In all his grandstanding, he couldn't be oblivious to how absolutely fucking hot he was when he kicks his spear. When he grunts in that stupid fucking deep voice of his when he climbs cliffs or when he stabs an enemy with his spear. Archons above, you wished he could spear you.

But he was a gentleman. A stupid gentleman. A gentleman that doesn't even have a monetary plan. How would you even tell him that you want to see what was flexing beneath those tight pants?

Apparently, you don't have to.

Zhongli, despite his age, isn't oblivious when he sees you stare at his thighs whenever he fights. He felt that same stare whenever he discards his coat when it became too hot, the eyes honing in on his behind that even he was flustered. He was a gentleman still, but what kind of a gentleman would leave his partner yearning?

With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he continues to write his report for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The weather in Liyue warranted him ditching his coat and opening the window for a cool breeze to pass through. His two-piece shirt was still buttoned in its pristine form, though he left two buttons on the top unbuttoned. His collar bones and Adam's Apple just peeking through the shirt.

He wouldn't let anyone see how casual he was today. This sight is only made for you.

Yes, the sight of skin peeking against his clothes made you delirious in so many different ways. But that was your eye candy.

His eye candy is seeing you wear his coat with absolutely nothing underneath, all the while riding his clothed thigh like it would get you off.

At this point maybe it will.

He doesn't stay and watch you sully his expensive trousers with your slick even though he wanted to. He still has duties to attend to as Zhongli. Still, it wasn't like him to keep on taking your affection.

He dipped his quill on the stand, flexing his wrist for a moment, before wrapping that arm around your waist, going under the coat and bringing you closer. Focusing on his thigh, he flexed the muscles beneath your clit, making you quiver in delight. You continued to roll your hips against his thigh, the texture of his trousers against your throbbing clit made your head spin. The walls of your pussy clenching against nothing and you didn't know whether to ask for his cock to impale you or keep riding on his trousers until it became a mess.

Your hands found purchase on his shirt collar, fingers shakily unbuttoning them until you could see the skin. Parting your lips, your tongue licked across his collar bones before settling on his throat. "Zh-Zhongli..."

He let out a grunt and you moaned when you felt the vibrations on your mouth. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, his gloved hands bringing you closer, your hips nearing his pelvis. From there, you could spot a very obvious tent that was stained not by your own juices.

"Soon, my dear." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. The affectionate gesture a far cry from how his leg was lifting to meet your pussy, the muscles flexing once more that made you cry out.

"We have all the time in the world," He murmured, lifting you from his neck to nip at your lips, "enjoy this moment, my dear."

[barbwritesstuff]

Ok. I know this is like a long shot like so long it might never happen but I like asking different questions sometimes

Do you see in the future a vampire spin off to blood moon. Or another werewolf story

Oh. Totally. I will 100% write a sequel or spin off... if people buy Blood Moon.

I'm sorry if that sounds evil and capitalistic of me, but I'm a minimum wage worker and I want to be able to buy snowpeas on Fridays.

Or maybe salmon. Or the nice chocolate.

I don't expect to ever make an income from my writing, I know that's something only a very privileged few are able to achieve, but a little extra would go a long way. I'm bored of eating chicken and frozen peas.

I hope that's okay.

[nitewrighter]

Mei: Jamieson, what did I say about doing that in here?! Junkrat: Oi, this is a science lab and I'm conducting experiments. Mei: You're screwing around with explosive chemicals! Junkrat: Snowpea, the only difference between screwing around and science is someone writing down the results.

Okay so my brain went in two different directions for this:

Mei: Okay, so you’ve compiled a bibliography of papers relevant to your experiment?

Junkrat: Er--

Mei: Papers you’ve read, obviously. And these papers inform your hypothesis, right?

Junkrat: Huh--Hypoth--

Mei: The hypothesis--you know, basically the prediction you make for what should happen in the experiment---that you’ve written down---

Junkrat: *sweating*

Mei: Did you write it down, Jamison?

Junkrat: ...well... y’know... spur of the moment inspiration---

Mei: Put the cyclohexane down, Doctor Fawkes.

Junkrat: *quickly puts flask down*

Junkrat: ...

Junkrat: Iiiiii’m going to be real with you, that was pretty hot what you did just there--

Mei: Shut up.

Junkrat: Also hot.

Mei: JUNKRAT!

Junkrat: Sorry.

-----...and the alternate---

Mei: Oh... you were... writing things down.

Junkrat: Of course I write things down! You gotta inventory everything to hell in the wastes! Spreadsheets and precipitation and all that shite! That’s how you know if people have been nickin’ from your stores! 

Mei: ....huh...

Junkrat: Whaddaya mean ��huh?’ It’s common sense!

Mei: Oh I mean--yes! Definitely common sense!

Junkrat: ...

Mei: *avoiding eye contact*

Junkrat: ...you didn’t think I could read, did you?

Mei: What? Nooooo! I never said that!

Junkrat: ...

Mei: ...I mean...

Junkrat: Wow. Classism alive and well in the scientific community.

Mei: Jamison, I see you fighting the watchpoint macaques for food scraps on a daily basis. I can’t exactly assume you’re DaVinci.

Junkrat: What about Diogenes?

Mei: I--...okay maybe you have a point there.

[polarisavi]

Hi! big, HUGE fan of your band au! could you write something from it? like, anything at all or you can totally ignore this message too. no problemo

hey anon! I’m not sure when i’ll make a full on sequel, but please have this scene that will be part of any sequel and has been clear in my head since writing somehow escape. it takes place before lucas’ european tour when they’re both in france. i’m not sure what you expected, but after all the pining of the last one I wanted to write them cozy and together, so i hope you like it. and sorry this took a few days! i wanted to finish up something else before writing it. 

eliott is taller than him, but not that much broader, so some of lucas’ shirts slide over his shoulders easily and sit inconspicuous on his frame. it takes a few minutes to even notice the shirt, honestly. lucas’ hair is still wet from the shower, stray water drops tickling his neck, muscles pleasantly buzzed from a morning run, and the familiar burgundy shirt is rendered largely irrelevant relative to eliott. eliott, awake but still in bed where lucas left him earlier, rolling out of bed with the small knowing thrill that, unlike other times, leaving eliott in bed is only temporary, that he will be able to roll right back into him when he returns, will not be separated by obligations that force the thread between them elastic. eliott, sleep soft and probably still warm, staring out the window and undoubtedly a thousand miles away. eliott, who, regardless of where his thoughts have taken him, has a guitar on his lap and is coaxing something beautiful out of it. 

eliott demaury, lead guitarist of award winning indie pop band intricate teacups, film student, raccoon enthusiast, and lover of virginia woolf, abstract art and lucas lallemant. 

it still feels like a trick, sometimes, like he’s stumbled into something fantastic and fun and finite, just waiting for someone to tap his shoulder and drag him away. sorry sir there’s been a mistake, this was never meant for you. except eliott has noticed him now, eyebrows flicked up in a question (most likely about why lucas is standing in the doorway, still and silent, instead of crawling into bed, or making them coffee) and an easy smile on his lips. the song morphs suddenly, between one chord and the next, into a familiar comfortable arrangement, one he used to listen to non stop. it’s a reminder, yes, an inside joke between them no one else is allowed to be let in on, but also a prompt for lucas to do something, to get into arms reach, to talk or move. lucas takes the invitation for what it is, and sings a few words quietly as he crosses the room. 

“well, i’ll run, babe, but i’ll come running, straight to you.“ 

it has the desired effect, and by the time lucas crawls over the bunched up sheets eliott is giggling, eyes gilded in delight, and the guitar categorised as secondary, shoved to the side and scooping lucas in his arms instead to take its place. lucas’ knees land on either side of his thighs and eliott’s hand lands, as it always does when they’re in this position, on the tattoo on his thigh, only a couple months old. mari had done it herself, in the end, rolling her eyes but acquiescing when he’d asked. it’d been a few years since she had worked as a tattoo artist professionally, officially, but her talent hadn’t faded an ounce, smiling and serious as she took a needle to his skin. bunches of tangled flowers, vivid petals and unexpected thorns and curled up leaves, peer through the spaces between eliott’s fingers. lucas’ arms loop around his neck, and he nudges their noses together, gently leans forward to place his forehead on eliott’s, his skin humming and breathing easy.

unbidden it reminds him of that death cab song imane adores about distance and yearning. her boyfriend, sofiane, of soft eyes and endless support and spectacular dance moves, who lucas has yet to meet, has spent the previous few years out of the country frequently, obligations in morocco that imane isn’t always able to join him in due to her own job. it’s hardly the exact same situation, but lucas understands why she listens to it a lot; he is always surprised, though perhaps he shouldn’t be, that they have so much in common. the lyrics, particularly applicable when they were apart, are somehow still relevant. most of the time any great space between them feels villainous; his skin, craving eliott’s, their hands tangled, ankles crossed, shoulders pressed close, anything. 

i need you so much closer. 

eliott leans back so they can see each other properly. “where did you go this morning? sleeping with the aircon only works if you’re there to keep me warm,” he adds with a teasing pout, thunderstorm eyes glinting in the light streaming through the window. 

lucas mirrors his pout but runs a hand across his head, fingers scratching lightly. in response eliott leans forward, head almost on lucas’ shoulder. “poor baby. i went for a run. and i was thinking we should go to the ocean today, if you want?" 

eliott huffs out a laugh, a flutter of warm air on his shoulder. "i want. i thought we were having lunch with mari, though?" 

"we still are. i was thinking later on, around sunset, maybe. i know a place, it’ll be chill. quiet.” 

"quiet as in not crowded?" 

"yeah. or, it usually isn’t.”

“perfect,” he says, the corner of his lips tilted up in the way that means he’s planning something, a secret tucked into his cheek.

speaking of, “what were you playing? i don’t think i’ve heard it before.”

“it’s new. i, uh, accidentally overhead an argument yesterday and got inspired,” he answers, sheepish but not ashamed, amusement twitching his lips. 

“lovers quarrel?”

“no, i think it they were friends. i’m mostly sure the argument was officially about gardening techniques but it sounded very…personal.”

lucas considers this. “broccoli as a metaphor?

they’re so close he can feel eliott’s chest bounce as he laughs, the sound vibrating right into his own body. “exactly, broccoli as a metaphor, and maybe snowpeas too.”

they just smile at each other for a small stretch of seconds, before somthing occurs to him. “have you eaten yet? had any coffee?” eliott shakes his head, so lucas kisses his cheek. "i’ll bring you something.”

“lucas, you don’t have to.”

“i know. i want to. and i’m hungry too, so it’s not entirely selfless. be right back." 

in the kitchen he makes a bee line to the fridge, already knowing exactly what he wants. sitting on the second shelf is a bowl of lychees, almost overflowing, gifted to him by arthur, who in turn had been given way more than any one person could ever need as payment for a piece of jewellery he’d given them. it had been a beautiful ring, the band composed of three braided strands textured like tree branches, and made out of recycled black metal. it was definitely worth the boxes of fruit and jars of honey and jam he had received in return, even if a lot of the produce had to be passed forward before it could rot. that night, a considerable portion of his payment was used for making various daiquiris and desserts, the close circle of friends he’d managed to maintain despite his restlessness cluttered into arthur’s kitchen, overly spoiling his dog with treats and attention, yelling over the video games and spanish music someone, probably mahdi or esra, had put on, the remnants of rum and cherry crumble and pavlova on every available surface. 

it’d happened a few nights before eliott arrived. he should try and organise something like it again, before he leaves. he can picture it vividly, suddenly, wisps of how eliott would fit into their group drifting across his mind like they’ve already happened. it makes his heart go terribly soft, thinking about how easily eliott fits into his life. how gently they’d bumped into each other, and how natural it felt falling into the possibility of them. if he was someone else, lucas might think the word fate, or destiny. as it is, he thinks about entropy and serendipity, the sea of chaos that put them in the same room, the deliberate choice of everything that came after. 

he returns to his room with a tray laden with a pot of coffee, two mugs, a bowl of lychees, and the portable speaker that he’d left in the living room. he places it on the bed but snatches the speaker and moves it to the desk in the corner. eliott doesn’t like any of the properly hard music lucas has in his library, so he opts for pantera, quiet enough for them to speak at normal volumes. if and when eliott gets sick of it, he will not be shy about telling lucas. until then, he sets his favourite album on repeat and focuses his attention where it should be. 

eliott has already dragged the tray close and broken open a lychee, juice glistening on his fingers. his house is high up and the view outside his window beautiful, early enough that the sky is partially bruised yellow and pink, the sunrise not yet flattened out. when he settles close to eliott, their knees bumping together, he is handed a mug of coffee.

"i like being in your city, with you here to show me all of its secrets. it’s nice seeing you so settled. comfortable.” ‘as opposed to in america’ is left unsaid. 

“you’ll have to do the same when i visit you in paris. tiny, overlooked secrets or bust, baby.” aka show me the places that are imbued with meaning and memories for you, too.

“i already have an itinerary,” eliott says solemnly. coming from anyone else lucas would presume it a joke, but with eliott he might be serious, a carefully crafted list of places they could enjoy together sitting innocently in his phone, or a notebook, a collection of neon post it notes. 

he pivots, shoulder perpendicular to the wall, to face him properly. “we’ll need to figure out when i can visit you. the semester starts in about a month, right? and then it’ll only be a handful of weeks before i have to go back to the states for rehearsal and then directly to dublin.”

eliott smooths a hand over lucas’ shoulder, down his arm, and it does settle him some, but not all, nervousness fluttering in his gut. “i know we do,” he says, low and faintly plaintive. “is it awful that i want to be selfish and, just, not think about that yet? it’s so much nicer only focusing on this day,” a kiss on lucas’ forehead, “this hour,” a kiss on the bridge of his nose, “this minute,” a kiss on his cheek, “here with you.”

he opens his mouth to say - something, but eliott holds a lychee to his lips and he bites into that instead, cold and lush. delicious and gives him time to think of a proper response.

“i think that we should talk about it soon, before you have to leave, but…yeah, okay, we can be selfish. i’d like that.”

he is reminded, once again, of entropy and choice. nothing is ordained, or destined, and any future days between them not promised by the universe. recognising his active participation feels almost startling, his mind wide awake. eliott steals his phone to turn off the music and pick up his guitar, hand big on the neck, crafting something jaunty and stumbling, fingers occasionally tripping over decisions. 

lucas breaks open another lychee.

[charliedoyleloves]

Hey there Cowboy,

I know the chances of this reaching you are slim. but guess what Jesse? It’s time for the annual update letter because even before Overwatch collapsed you couldn’t figure out social media.

Things have been busy now. I’ve joined up with Winston. Overwatch will always need information. As the new Arachne, I’ll always be in the position to get it. The Old Lady’s retired, and is actually living back home and helping my family with the farm. Never thought I’d see the day she traded well-pressed suits for horses, but I suppose odder things have happened.

I wish you went up north instead of down south. Instead of living in whatever hole you could find. My family and I would have helped out. And I am still sorry that I couldn’t get you out of jail time. Just more of the politicians and justice system not getting the idea that people can change.

I hope this is the year that you write back. It’s been years, but thinking about you being gone still hurts like that first morning. You son of a bitch, I haven’t gotten rid of that belt or the hat. Or the ring, honestly.

Jesse, it’s been five years. I know you're alive, and I don’t care if you’ve moved on. Can you at least give me some closure? Ideally, you’d give me a reply in person. I found us a good base out in the middle of nowhere where the UN can’t get to the new Overwatch. But at this point, I would take even just a fucking carrier pigeon with a short message.

Hope to hear from you soon. Our doors are always open, and the world needs a good cowboy. Or that might just be me.

Your Snowpea,

Charlie

[faunusrights]

GREAT WEISS SHARK AU - MASTERPOST

Blood always returns no matter how much you might try to hide it away. Weiss will always be a reminder that the Schnee family was never perfect, and never will be.

I’m losing track of all the content for this AU, so here’s a place to collect it all!

FICS (full length):

enclosure

encounter

equivocal (explicit content)

enragement

endurance

excursion (coming soon)

emergent (coming soon)

[untitled gewässer fic] (coming soon)

a thousand fathoms deep

FICS (short length):

Teething Problems

It’s Probably Mostly Polyester Anyway

What The Hell Is A Gender, And How Do I Eat It?

Discord shorts (GWS/canonverse AU)

Adrenaline Junkie

How To Gracefully Lose A Leg

Unequivocal

We’ll Burn This Bridge Once We’re Standing On It

Exit Stage Left, Pursued By Mild Mortification

Speaking of Violence

The Battle of Tunafish

Not To Ruin the Moment

One-Word Prompts, Weiss+Ashes

One-Word Prompts, Weiss+Delinquent

One-Word Prompts, Weiss+Tuna

ART:

great weiss shark reference post

enclosure

doodles of weiss’s face

a terrible meme

snowpea

bad company

after sparring

a terrible meme part II

it’s probably mostly polyester anyway (or: shark onesie)

happy shark pup

the truth come out: does shark pup is purr?

cover art for enclosure, encounter and equivocal

weiss’s emblem (and motto)

THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF FOREVER

when administering kisses...

not dead yet

satsuki schnee

halloween avatar (or: teefies)

two halves of the same weiss

motif

rwbabies

smug shark (screencap redraw)

christmas avatar

glowy eyes

many shorks

BIG TEEF BIG TROUBLE

MORE TEEF MORE TROUBLE

cozy shark

WALT DISNEY WOULD WANT TO HEAR ME OUT

lost

many sharks (and not sharks)

why not both?

blue to red

glowy eyes, ii

motif, redux

really tall shark

drooly puppy

happy puppy

enclosure, redux

enclosure, 2017 vs 2019

ANCHOR ARMS

winter shork

shork siblings

gift for subw00f3r

modern!tribelands!gws!weiss!au

someone here is possessed... by an owl

freezerburn shork rwbaby

tfw you watch jaune arc eat shit in front of the class

tfw you watch jaune arc eat shit in front of the class (redraw comparison)

gewässer blueprints

beacon uniform redesign

FAN ART:

rabbitmage

directcomedian

nighshadeiceheart

nighshadeiceheart

directcomedian

directcomedian

ra-duck

sam-screams

wary-taru

imamwolf

kambiteydragon

blessedsage99

alpacamaca

xtrhowlsterxtr

FAN WRITING:

redvelvetladybug (Alternative Survival Methods)

sasam (A Shark and a Rose)

themanlymanman (I Know that Love Exists [It’s Asleep With The Fishes Down In Atlantis])

sasam (Basking In The Sun)

faunusden (Pool Shark)

great-weiss-shark (Surfer AU, Part 1)

DERIVED FIC:

keromenson (A Shark Dressed In White)

Drengade (To Find Untroubled Waters)

(If you’ve made art or writing for this AU, tag me in it and I’ll add it to this post!)

MISC. STUFF:

Great Weiss Shark tag Great Weiss Shark merch Gewässer (WIP) Can you believe someone got a GWS AU tattoo? Me neither. A Discord Essay on Faunus Weiss GWS Headcanons

TESTIMONIALS:

‘This AU is like a gift from god. Please continue what you are doing. this literally made my birthday when I fucking found this a few days ago.’ - catnip-regicide

‘hey i'm not even in the fucking rwby fandom but i'm here as Fuck for your great weiss shark au thanks for existing i love your work’ - anon

‘hi i'd just like to say that your great weiss shark au is what got me into shipping monochrome. it's so good.’ - anon

NOTES:

Blake is amab agender (they/them) and Weiss is the sensation of something in the water touching your foot (she/they). This AU is primarily monochrome, though some shorter fics (like It’s Probably Mostly Polyester Anyway) may feature other ships i.e. freezerburn, as well as feature more platonic frappuccino, honey frappuccino, and white rose.

There are warnings for explicit violence, but also mentions of historical (and recent) mutilation of Faunus, abuse in several forms, blood, injury and occasional explicit sexual content. All fics on AO3 have specific warnings in the tags/author’s notes at the beginning of the fic.

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[shattered-gothic-doll]

There is a joy I feel when I bake, and an even bigger fulfillment given when others like what I bake. I have always loved making cakes and pies and the like. It's a joy for me.... I think that is why I have started trying out cooking. I want to feel that way more... and a major part of my posting recipes or sharing them from other blogs is that I want to cook for my Daddy and have him enjoy something homemade from his doll.

I will probably never be as good as my Mother, she's an amazing cook, but I can follow a recipe and perhaps someday she will let me write down hers. There will never be any measurements... momma doesn't cook like that, but I know how to taste test to see if it's close to her.

I don't love cooking like I love baking, but I do feel that same sense of a job well done and pride knowing I made it. Perhaps my fellow subs who are not cooks like me, will feel inspired to attempt it. I know I was proud of my results the first time I cooked for my family, and I will feel it again the first time I get to cook for Daddy. If at first you don't succeed try again they say... and they are right. I have come a long way from the girl squeamish to even touch raw meat. Now I am cooking dinners like peach ginger chicken and beef with snowpea from scratch. So don't give up ladies, keep trying... I am sure your Daddies will support you too in your efforts!

Picture is of my highly praised Jack Daniel's Tipsy Cake.

[kohimiruku]

I swear I’m doing something lmao

(i just came home late and i dont think this might be finished til the weekend)

[taohtd]

ten for ten for ten: answer ten questions, write ten questions, tag ten people

i was tagged by @nbronan

1. what was the last piece of media that made you cry?

ari and dante babey 🥺 it ALWAYS gets me i just cry the whole way through like a little baby

2. stance on peas.

definitely not a top tier vegetable but they are a very solid side and i respect that. also i don’t know what they’re called but i love eating the ones where you eat the whole pod.... snowpeas maybe? anyway those are excellent

3. how do you think soulmates exist?

i don’t believe in the whole “two halves of a whole” concept but i’m a very passionate supporter of having many different soulmates in many different contexts. like people that you meet that you just understand and click with immediately — when you feel on the same wavelength you know. i just love some good human connection

4. when you look at art, do you try to find the meaning the artist intended, do you enjoy it on its own, or do you create your own meaning?

i wanna say i look for the artist’s meaning, but if i look for that with my only basis being my own experiences, i think it’s still pretty subjective and introspective in a sense. i’m not sure if that made sense. mostly i’m just like ärt prëttÿ 😳

5. what's your favorite song to sing in the shower? if you don't sing in the shower, what's your favorite song to dance to?

i mostly just bop in the car and the song i sang along the loudest to today was probably anna sun by walk the moon

6. do you document your life through photos, a diary, a blog, or something else? why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY baby. i take videos everyday to make 1 second a day videos, and i journal my thoughts, and i make lil wrapups in there at the end of every month, and i plaster my walls with polaroids, and— 😔 i really am a nostalgic whore that’s all there is

7. do you wear sweaters in hot weather?

no but only because i am already genetically predisposed to sweat my ass off anytime it’s over 25C, so i would die

8. what is one piece of media that changed your life/that you feel strongly about and that you would recommend to others?

not to be predictable, but skam. god i love skam. i’ve recommended it to my friends irl so many times but none of them have bothered watching it 😭

9. what is your favorite outfit like?

ok my current fave fit is a black t-shirt that says “cheese is for lovers” with a little gouda wheel, some cute dickies jeans with way too many pockets and my black converse. perhaps a light red jacket if it’s chilly. i also love wearing tiny little gold hoops

oh and everything is thrifted of course

10. what is your favorite thing that someone's said to you?

i wish i had a particular moment that came to mind, but i love when people tell me i give good hugs 🥺

ok also i’m gonna be a real bummer and break the chain 😔 i know that if i made myself come up with questions i would never end up posting this so i’m taking the L thank u. goodnight

[snowpeawritings]

As Long-Standing As The Earth

Every day, Zhongli stares down at a little cube. The cor lapis-colored thing humming with Geo energy as the little dial that shows on one side slowly ticks.

When the dial reaches its peak, Zhongli feels like the earth is alive again.

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Reincarnation AU, Modern AU, Zhongli character story spoilers, blood warning

❄ Snowpea’s words: LET’S GO ZHONGLI BANNER DROPPING TOMORROW I WROTE 2K WORDS LIKE I PROMISED--

The first time he held the little cube, you were dying in his arms.

It shouldn't shake him, he thinks. He is the god of war, death became a norm when mortals and archons alike are associated with him. He is the long-standing pillar that brought his army to victory. Just like the earth that continues to stand, just like his energy that reshaped the land, he will not bow to whatever danger his immortal lifetime will experience.

It shouldn't shake him. It shouldn't shake his hands when he holds your lifeless corpse, your blood running down his skin like water weathering down stone. It shouldn't.

Yet it does. Each stream of blood crumbled his visage, eyes pleading at your dead ones to see if you will laugh at how ridiculous he looks. He would take any sort of jest from you just to see you that you were even capable of making jokes while bleeding out.

You never did.

And just like sand, he crumpled down onto the earth, hoping that he would be swallowed in when the gods took you away from him.

The second time he held the cube, it was when he used it for the first time.

He remembers it fondly; you were pledged to him beyond Teyvat's mortal realms, as a god and a mortal who were sworn to each other. You joked about it, saying you two were practically married to each other and wondered if he hated the fact that he had been tied down to a mortal.

Before, he would've laughed at the thought and said that you were silly.

He wished he could've done more than just laugh at your insecurities.

The Guili Plains were slowly coming to life as he spent his energy on making his abode. You mentioned to him before that you would've loved to sit back and eat your favorite cuisine underneath a red tree, surrounded by water as the sound of nature encompasses your dining wonderfully. He had hoped that the tree in the center was big enough for you to see.

As if realizing his fondness, a little cube-no bigger than his palm-glowed from his pocket. It hummed with elemental energy as he gasped at the dial pointing at its peak.

Terraforming would have to wait.

Ever since the Archon War, he began to loathe being an archon.

He sees old friends come and go or worse, die during the war. It wouldn't be a surprise that he was used to death.

No… that's not how he would describe it.

He was used to loneliness…?

Close.

Ah, he grew tired of being lonely. He supposes that was an agreeable feeling to describe him. The price of him wanting to end his loneliness was a price his heart couldn't bear. He was a smart god, cleverly providing strategies in order to gain the upper hand in the war. 

Clearly, he wasn't smart enough to know the long-term consequences of his need.

The gods had warned him and he stood his ground as resolute as the mountains of Liyue.

The bustling village greeted his sight. Newcomers of Liyue and old villagers walked around, giving space for him to walk. Whether it was fear or admiration towards the archon, he couldn't care less. He set sight on a rather large house, its windows and doors opened for the public as wounded laid down on cots. Victims of people attempting to colonize Liyue, Treasure Hunters, or the sad case of Hilichurls, he couldn't care less.

He spots the aura of yellow energy before he could properly see the person. They were wearing a nurse's outfit, caked with blood and unknown grime from treating patients. Yet he never saw a more beautiful sight.

He approaches you and he feels the cube in his hand vibrate in tune with your aura. Making a deal with the devils be damned, he can never throw this opportunity away because he was an immortal.

"Oh, hello sir!" You greeted him and he felt the earth tremble slightly from your voice. "What can I help you with?"

He smiled at you, placing his palm in front of his chest pocket where the cube hummed. "My name is Zhongli. I heard that you are an excellent doctor?"

The third time he held the cube, he nearly threw it away along with his past.

He was no longer Morax, or Rex Lapis. He was just Zhongli, the head of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

It was ironic, to be connected to a place of death and moving on when he tries to do the same thing. Not once did the thought of moving on never crossed his mind. Not once did the thought of giving up his life never crossed his mind because he was so tired.

His past seemed just as resolute as the earth, he thinks bitterly.

The cube that he wanted so badly to discard still kept reappearing in his sight. Whether throwing it outside the window or burning it in the fireplace or even chucking it at the Chasm. It doesn't matter, it keeps reappearing like it was gloating at him. Like it was sneering at him as it reminds him about this perpetual curse that follows him until his dying breath.

But that doesn't matter at the moment. He has a job to do as the head for doing the rite of passing. He follows the Traveler to the floral boutique, wanting to buy the best Silk Flowers for Rex Lapis's passing.

How fitting.

Before he could try to get a word out for the history of Silk Flowers, his words got trapped in his throat. He sees the same yellow aura that he associated with the color of Geo. No matter how much time has passed, he knows those vibrant colors anywhere. The cube inside his coat hummed annoyingly like it was trying for him to do something. You were blissfully unaware of his longing stare, busy trying to barter against a merchant for the cheapest price of cor lapis.

Oh, how much he wanted to march right next to you and barter with the merchant himself, say that the cor lapis he sold couldn’t hold a candle to the aura that you emitted, that he was willing to put the price of the cor lapis on his tab because you were worth it--

"Mr. Zhongli?" The Traveler's travelling companion asks. "Are you okay?"

He ignores them, chest tightening at the thought of seeing his love for the third time. "I… lost my thought. I apologize."

Stand as resolute as the earth, Zhongli scolds himself. You can't stay like this forever.

... Forever is nothing compared to an archon, though.

After having dinner with the Traveler with a smooth rite of passing, he would've loved to take Barbatos's advice and drink until he can't think.

The fourth time he held the cube, it was when he felt his powers slipping away.

The times have changed, he fears, for the Statues of the Seven slowly dwindled out until they were almost ruined. The age of metal and alchemy conquered Teyvat instead of the elemental energy and Visions that people possessed. He couldn't heal using the broken down Statues but at least he could share one last drink with Barbatos before the inevitable.

"You should see them build the first plane!" He said excitedly as he downed his umpteenth drink. "Looks like they don't need the winds from their archon anymore!"

Somehow, he wishes he could share Barbatos's anguished laughter as he drank himself into forgetfulness.

The age of innovation grew higher and higher towards its peak while Zhongli's powers grew lower and lower. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't mind it.

Anything to get rid of the blasted cube.

He gave up trying to get rid of it. Gave up on trying to find his love when the dial hits its peak. If giving away his gnosis meant that the cube would no longer work, he would. Even more so with the depletion of everyone's belief at Archons.

He hopes.

Alas, it appears Celestia would laugh at Zhongli's hopes, for when the cube glowed for another time, he nearly tore his hair out.

How many lifetimes? How many more heartbreaks? How many more funeral rites?

And yet he seemed to be the biggest fool despite being the eldest Archon, for when he sees you, an inventor innovating the new gadgets for tomorrow, he felt the earth beneath his feet tremble.

He missed this feeling.

"Hello sir!" You greeted him with enthusiasm that he wished he could relate to. "Care to see the future of mankind?"

He is the biggest fool there was. "I would love to."

And he may as well die as a fool.

The fifth time he held the cube, he was only fidgeting it around.

Funeral parlors were becoming commonplace but not a lot of customers. With globalization and the new funeral trends being used, people have mixed feelings about having such an expensive and extravagant rite of passing.

And it also doesn't help that he gets confused when some people don't even bother asking for his services. They just stare at him with a wiggly smile on their lips.

Regardless, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth. He sees the dial on its peak but he doesn't pay heed to it. He gave up. With how many people there are and newer countries emerging, he lost hope.

No, more like he doesn't care anymore.

It was probably an insult to you-no-it was a clear insult and it was scary that he doesn't care anymore. He can't be the man that existed before, assisting the Traveler and Childe. He can't be the broken down Archon that shared drinks with Barbatos. He was so goddamn tired that he deserves this sanctuary.

If he could even call it that.

And yet, he persisted. Not for Guizhong, not for you, but for himself.

He takes his time with his tea, relishing in the flavors as he used this time to calm himself. The sounds of the clock ticking, the ceramic of his cup hitting the table, and the distant sound of birds chirping were all welcomed to his ears. It appears that his daily tea rituals haven't changed at all ever since he was born.

As he sips up the last bit of his tea, a knock broke him out of his concentration. He allowed entry.

An employee under him bowed before straightening his back. "Mr. Zhongli, you have a customer."

He sets down the cup. "Bring them in."

The employee nodded at him before walking back to fetch the customer. He fixes his tie and moves his finished tea away, wanting to look best for the customer.

Hearing an extra set of footsteps, he raised his head to greet the customer but he felt the earth tremble.

Maybe Celestia had enough of his sulking as he sees you smile at him like the first of you smiled at the archon all those millenia ago.

"Hello, Mr. Zhongli," you greeted and his name never sounded so poisonously sweet in his ears, "I hope you aren't too busy with what I have to ask…"

He may as well start his own funeral rites for himself.

He takes a while before composing himself, not meeting your eyes as he gestured to the vacant seat on his left side. He can’t meet your eyes even when you sat down and smiled politely at him. It felt like his heart stopped, then jump started like an engine.

“So, um…” You said, fiddling with the tips of your fingers and Zhongli had to resist the urge to take your hands in his. “Mr. Zhongli, I was hoping that I could ask you something.”

He steeled his spine in order to not show the shiver he felt when he heard you say his name. Gods, when has it been that your past reincarnation said his name? Even in a non-romantic way? “Well, as long as it is within the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s power, I’ll do what I can.”

This time, you averted your eyes from him, your hand moving to scratch the back of your neck. “About that… it’s not really something related to the funeral parlor perse…”

He raised his brow, your nervousness almost easing him. “Oh?”

Your face flushed and Zhongli can’t help but feel his heart race just like before. “It’s ah… It’s just that I have a research thesis that I’m doing and for some reason, the people I’ve asked recommended you.”

He slightly deflated, then wondered why he felt disappointment in the first place. “A research thesis? Pertaining about...?”

You immediately perked up and you reached out from behind you. Your bag was sitting behind you, smooshed against the chair as Zhongli watched you curiously. From your backpack, you fished out a laptop, a heavy history book, a slim book, two notebooks, and a pencil case that’s practically bursting at the seams with stationery. You set them down on the table, the force clattering the plates but nothing was spilled.

You booted up your laptop, getting one of your notebooks and grabbing a pen. When the laptop finally booted up, you logged in and presented Zhongli what was on the screen.

He felt the earth tremble from his knee knocking up against the table.

‘History of Rex Lapis And Their Influence On The Modern World’

“I’m a huge fan of history, you see!” You explained quickly, grabbing the large book that shows an old copy of Rex Lapis Incognito, a book that he hasn’t seen a while. “I really appreciate everything that the old archons did for the world, even if people don’t believe in them anymore. I especially have a fondness for the adepti but they’re even more forgettable-but I don’t mean it in a bad way! I want to write this with intentions of people remembering what both archons and adepti did for Teyvat…”

He zoned out soon after you said ‘history’. He wasn’t the type to pray for a blessing when, after all, you’re a literal god. But it comes to a time where, after heartbreak after heartbreak, he grows tired and soon goes numb. He thought he hardened his heart ever since he subjected himself to this but it appears even bedrock can be reduced to dust.

He let out a small, shaky breath before raising his head. That doesn’t matter now. He was Zhongli, used to be adeptus, used to be archon, but now: a man.

He couldn’t be any happier.

“I admire your fondness for researching ancient history.” He said, cutting off your rambling. “I may not be as knowledgeable as any other book, but I will try my best. We should speak about this somewhere else, though. It would be dreadful to speak in a funeral parlor.”

Just like terraforming, he can be rebuilt.

[skinflakez-blog]

The Daily Report 6/25/17

I appreciate watching movies and shows cuz no matter what I watch it stimulates me to think deeply about things, be self-reflective, and takes my imagination places and I don’t feel quite as trapped as I otherwise would. Last night I watched a stupid movie called The Host, but it got me thinking about what it could look like to not assimilate into this colonized society. I started writing about it and then fell asleep into some interesting and intense dreams. 

I woke up this morning feeling pretty physically weak. Made some tulsi tea, and made a nourishing breakfast involving leek, mushrooms, snowpeas, kale, rice, tofu, ginger, and some curry paste. I’ve not been eating well or at all lately, so this meal was a very welcome divergence, and hopefully the norm to come.

Right now I’m struggling with feelings of exclusion and abandonment. If I’m being excluded because I’m doing something wrong, nobody is telling me. It feels so awful being so near to “friends” yet days go by and we don’t see each other. And in most cases I don’t hear from them at all, not even virtually. I understand that’s a societal norm where I live, but I don’t like it. It’s so much the norm that I’m actually embarrassed to admit that I so strongly want something different. I refuse however to accept this norm as the ultimate reality of my life. I don’t want to live that kind of isolation. 

Since the point of this whole project is to come up with real solutions, I’m going to be as specific as I can when detailing an experience I’m having that needs to change. I’ve been at my new place for a week now, but mostly nobody has come by. One friend came for like 3 minutes, another came for an hour or so, another came and hungout for maybe an hour and a half, and someone lovely I barely know dropped off a lil food and clothes for me. That’s out of some 20+ “friends” still in new orleans rn. This is normal. We come and go from each other’s lives so easily. Or maybe it’s just the going that’s the easy part.

I’ve been in town since the 8th, that’s 18 days. In that time I’ve had some sliver of intentional time with 10 of the 21+ friends. I’ve had some amount of one-on-one time with 4-5 friends in that time. I’ve had substantial quality time with say, 4 friends. I’ve seen 4 friends more than once. That’s less than 20%. 5 friends have reached out to me to hangout. I followed through with 4 of the 5. (And just now the fifth.) I have reached out to 15 of 21 friends to hangout. Only 5 of the 15 I reached out to have made and kept a date with me. 33% success rate. 67% failure rate (some flaking out and some not responding). 4 of the 6 I didn’t reach out to reached out to me. So that’s really only two people you could say I ignored, and really that’s not true either cuz one of them I ran into and the other one never responded to previous messages from me. (The persyn I ran into I’ve since made plans with.) I don’t know bout you, but this all is very fascinating!

Unfortunately I’m too tired to do the work to find out how many hours I’ve been among friends. Maybe I’ll have the energy later cuz I sure am curious what the percentage would be.

In the meantime, I’ll drown myself in How To Get Away With Murder...

p.s. I feel like an 18 day sample is quite significant and what I’ve experienced in this short time is exactly what I was experiencing consistently in the year and a half before I left new orleans. And as some know, it is the main reason why I left. 

[snowpeawritings]

Snezhnaya’s Finest

The pride of Snezhnaya is what most would call Childe. To you, and even his sister, he was just Tartaglia.

Childe X Gender neutral!Reader

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Suggestive themes, swearing, spoilers for Genshin Impact

❄ Snowpea’s words: I was serious about writing fanfiction as catalyst for Childe to come home HANKSDFSF

IT WORKED FOR MY CYL4 BANNER PULLS AFTER I WROTE THE BDAY PIECE FOR CLAUDE IM SURE AS HELL ITS GONNA WORK HERE TOO

Childe doesn’t listen to other people.

Let me rephrase; he doesn’t pay heed to the opinions of others.

He’s a man with a goal and he’s as determined to complete it as he is just as bullheaded. The rumors towards the Fatui be damned, he has plans for himself and anyone who’s close to him.

Tartaglia “Childe” is the definition of determined.

Although, he is still a human. A human who is just as susceptible to vices and sin. He’s no stranger to that, of course. He tries to cool off when his time at the Fatui was too much. Appearance is everything after all-he’d rather not lose his dignity in public because of his emotions tipping.

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” You sneered, poking Childe’s chest. “You’d save your dignity but you’d love to put mine out of non-existence.”

His guffaw could practically be heard across the house and you were glad you had no neighbors for them to hear him and you during some points of the day.

Well, as you heard, Tartaglia doesn’t really care for anyone unless they’re close to him. Of course he would love to preserve some humility for himself, he just finds it cute on how you were trying to preserve yours when he teases you relentlessly.

“You better omit that when you send it!”

“Of course, honey.”

His time at Liyue became interesting ever since meeting Zhongli and practically became his walking bank. Of course, it’s not only Zhongli. The entire culture of Liyue is completely new to him and he’s been enjoying his time. The food, the clothing, the numerous festivals that it showcases-oh Celestia, he remembers the lantern festival that he went with you. He still remembers the beautiful Liyue traditional garb that you wore specifically for the festival. If he could close his eyes, he could practically remember how he held you in his arms as you watched the lanterns lighting up the sky, while he was staring at you with complete adoration.

“Aw...” You cooed, placing your head on his shoulder. “That’s actually so sweet of you!”

He shrugged his shoulder to remove your head. “Don’t get it over your head, I have to write something good about you to her or else she’ll come here personally.”

“Oh, make sure you put the part where you had problems using chopsticks!”

“Oh, aren’t you just pushing it, aren’t you?”

While it seemed like he was goofing off during his mission, he guarantees that all of his actions will lead to his goal for Snezhnaya. All of this for the future of Tsaritsa. All of this for the future that he can share with Tonia and you.

“... I hope this letter finds you well, sister. Once my mission in Liyue is done, I’ll make sure to update you as soon as possible.”

You nodded against his form, listening to his voice as he wrote his letter down. Your eyes slowly drooped down just from hearing his voice as you relaxed against his body. Before you could even fall asleep, he shrugged his back which made you jump.

He chuckled from your tired glare. “The letter is done. Do you want to read it?”

You shook your head, content with the letter when you heard it straight from Childe’s lips. “You better make sure it’s safe for work.”

He let out a small laugh before kissing your head. “Of course, honey. Of course.”

For now, Tartaglia thought as he stared down at your tired form. This present seems just as perfect as the future he envisioned.

[snowpeawritings]

You’re Safe

Claude/Khalid von Riegan x Reader

IT WAS HIS BDAY YESTERDAY AND I MADE THIS PIECE BC I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!! HAPPY BDAY TO THE DEER MAN

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Sexual content, PTSD cw, Verdant Wind spoilers

Claude-or Khalid for that matter-keeps many things to himself.

Despite the years you two have lived together; seeing another war happen, slaying your friends, your professor housing a god inside of their body, and marrying your house leader.

Oh gods, marrying your house leader.

You could never imagine living a married life with the Duke of Riegan. You still remember the time you and Claude pranked Seteth rearranging his entire office or the time you spiked Lorenz's special tea blends with stomach poisons. That's what it just is-you thought-prank partners that just wanted to have fun in the stuffy halls of Garreg Mach. A close ally when the burdens of war were too much. A friend when he had slain an old classmate.

A spouse to the King of Unification.

You were sure that the times you two spent together had solidified your bond with the mysterious man. Even when you two are happily married, there were some secrets that he'd still kept from you. Such as his true name. It honestly surprised you that Nader was the one who, albeit drunkenly, stated that Khalid von Riegan was his real name. Not even the newly-appointed Archbishop would tell you, or rather that they don't have much to tell you.

Heartbreaking talk aside, you accepted that Khalid would let his secrets out when he wanted it.

Right now, you have your husband with you as he finally announced to you that he was going to bed.

Him being the new Duke would lead him to travel across different places where inequality of different races are still apparent. His hard work had taken too much of a toll on his sleep schedule. With bags under his eyes and a stiffness on his shoulders, you tried to coerce your husband to rest.

You tried to ask Judith and she had prepared a basket full of exotic bath salts, flower petals, and oils that seemed to be worth more than your life. With your husband now with you, your night can finally go how you wanted it to go.

If only he didn’t take up half the space of the tub.

You nudged the knees jutting out of the water with your foot. “Give some space, hun, I want to get in the tub with you.”

He pouted his lips at you, looking at you using those puppy eyes that he would always use when he was in trouble. “But aziz-am, I thought this was my night?”

You remembered the pet name he said as you huffed. Taking a bottle full of scented oil, you poured a few drops in the water. It mixed with the bath salts and the flower petals that you added. The yellow petals were highlighted against the shimmering water as the heat from the candles were giving a warm feeling across your body. Along with the pecs that were floating above the water, the water sure looks inviting right now.

Kneeling down next to the tub, you leaned towards Khalid as you kissed his cheek. “You don’t want your spouse next to you in the tub?”

You continued to repeatedly kiss his cheek before leaning down to plant kisses to his neck. “You don’t want to see your lovely spouse naked in the bath with you?”

Khalid groaned slightly from above you as his fists tightened at the sides of the tub. Before you knew it, he dragged you inside the tub, not even minding the water splashing over the tub as you gasped at your clothes becoming wet.

“Why, you shouldn’t have darling!” He said above your panicked splashing. “You know me so well!”

You stuck your tongue at him, flicking a flower petal towards his face before stripping yourself of your wet clothes. It was a hassle due to it clinging to your skin but Khalid's appreciative hum made it all worth it.

With you completely naked, you leaned against the opposite end of the tub and glanced at Khalid's expectant stare. You raise one brow before gesturing to the empty space in front of you.

Like a child, he immediately went over to your side, water splashing about as he nestled himself on your chest. "Now this is the night that I deserve."

You flicked some water at him before massaging his temples. The oils made your hands smoother so it was easier to glide over his skin. He gave a relaxed groan, inching further to your body. Once his eyes closed, you drifted down from his head to his neck and shoulders where you knew most of his knots were at.

Feeling the tension, you worked them away as Khalid moaned at the sensation. "Gods, have I mentioned how much I love you?"

Your heart fluttered at his words before planting a kiss on his temple. "Every time you try to weasel yourself out of my wrath."

What came out of his mouth was either a laugh or a groan as his hand pinched the inside of your thigh. "Ease up on the insults or else I might just start tearing up on my special night."

You scoffed, wrapping your arms around Khalid's waist. "Oh hush, you big baby."

"Correction," he said before his hands covered your own, "I'm your fawn."

You giggled at his deer-related joke of the week before leaning against the tub once more. He gently exited from your hold before leaning above you, trapping you against the side as you stared up at viridian eyes that were full of hunger.

"I thought I was treating you?" You asked, already feeling the arousal welling up within you.

"You are treating me." He replied before planting a soft kiss on your lips. Almost uncharacteristic of him before leaving a nibble on your bottom lip. "You're my feast for this evening."

A shot of arousal spiked through your abdomen. Before you could say another word, he kissed you fully, making sure you feel his tongue move against yours as he moved around so that you were sitting on his lap. You felt the hard press of his cock against your inner thigh as you moaned.

Thus the night continued on.

---

With your body still oh-so pleasantly thrummed with euphoria, you laid back against the soft sheets of the bed as you looked at Khalid. Well, the back of Khalid, but the fact that he was soundly asleep next to you brought your mind peace.

Your eyes honed in on the healed scars that littered across his back. Some were already healed and were left as pale lines in contrast to his skin. Others still ran deep (you tried to ignore the most recent ones courtesy of your nails), almost deadly when you realize that he could've died hadn't Marianne or the Professor got to him in time.

Some scars, you realized, that you weren't there to see.

You recounted the times that Khalid had scarcely stated his past. Most of the time, it was said in jest. Others, it was either in mysterious phrases that only Khalid seemed to know. You knew that he had a tough time as a child due to him being a half-Almyran, even more so as an adult. His dream of unifying the rest of the countries was a steep one but one that Khalid was determined to conquer. Even though he had left you after his proposal at the Goddess Tower, you had continued to support his dream where you are. Any help that you do to support his dream is enough for you.

Remembering those moments, you sighed happily into your pillow, happy that you were able to help his dream. You inched closer to his back, wanting to feel his warmth as you’ll sleep with your husband. You lifted an arm to wrap around his waist for you to feel his body.

The jolt that followed had you fully awake. Khalid was fully sitting up, body trembling as his hand searched for something underneath his pillow. Your arm shot out to try and calm him down but he didn’t seem to register that you were touching him.

You looked at his face, trying to ask him what was wrong until you saw his eyes. His verdant eyes that you’ve loved so much were shrunken and shaky. Looking at his arm, which was still busy trying to find whatever was under his pillow, you held his shoulders as you sat up. “Khalid?”

He didn’t hear you. He continued to shakily reach out for whatever he was searching under his pillow. You felt sweat running down his face and neck as your heart palpitated. With no other option, you struggled to sit on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

With your forehead pressed against his, you yelled his name. When he flinched, you yelled his name once more, shaking him off of his episode as tears welled in your eyes.

Is this what Khalid had to go through for so long?

How long had he had to protect himself even from sleeping?

The tears flowed freely now, crying his name when his shaking stopped. His eyes slowly became focused now as they stared back at your own. His hand was still under his pillow but his other hand was suspended in the air.

Your hand moved to smooth his cheek. “Khalid… You’re safe.”

His breathing was still uneven but he seemed to respond to you now as both of his arms wrapped around your body. He didn’t say anything.

You pushed back his matted hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re safe, Khalid.”

One last breath out of Khalid before he relaxed into your hold. He held that small moment of peace before he leaned back with you, his back hitting the bed. He held his arms tighter around you, finally relaxed from his trauma but not wanting to let go of you quite yet.

Your husband is safe with you.

“You’re safe with me, Khalid. Now rest.”

[snowpeawritings]

15. The Priestess

Philemon seems to enjoy seeing his Wild Cards live on with their lives…

insp.

Persona 4 Golden X FeMC!Reader

05/16/MON-After School | Yasogami High

“It was definitely Kanji Tatsumi. No doubt about it.”

The Midnight Channel had brought your team another sense of unease. The silhouette of the delinquent was still fresh in your mind. Even after the event where he saved you and Nanako from that creep, his ruthlessness and anger shown on TV and in the Midnight Channel still scared you.

“It would be difficult to warn a man such as he.” Izanami stated, crossing her arms. “The results could even lead to physical violence.”

Tomoe nodded towards her. “A feckless youth like he is bound to get violent when he sees us. If only I was corporeal I would have taught this runt a lesson.”

Jiraiya scoffed at her. “Bold words.”

“Anyway,” Chie interrupted, “he’s really scary, isn’t he? Did you see the news the other day?”

“Yeah, I saw it.” Yosuke replied.

“You mean the special on biker gangs?” Yukiko said. “I saw it, too.”

She then looked down. “She wasn’t like that when he was younger, though…”

When she said that, you all turned to her, surprise clearly written on each of your faces.

Chie was the first to break the silence. “You know him, Yukiko?”

She nodded at her. “Uh-huh, but we haven’t talked to each other in a long time. His family runs a textile shop, and we’ve been a customer of theirs for many years. So I speak with Kanji-kun’s mother from time to time.”

The memory of Kanji saving you and Nanako from that creep resurfaced. You looked over to Izanami and thankfully she understood your wary glance.

Yukiko continued. “Why don’t we go there now? We might be able to talk to him in person.”

“I agree.” Chie said. “Besides, we can ask if anything strange happened too.”

Konohana shivered. “Do you think he’ll murder us when he sees us?!”

Chie slumped. “I’m sure he’ll only murder us. Besides, he probably won’t hurt us inside his own home.”

“Then it’s settled.” Yosuke said in finality. “We’ll go there right now.”

He turned his head to you, looking for confirmation. You nodded.

“If all else fails,” Chie continued, “we hope that our Personas can clobber him using textiles!”

The rest of you except Tomoe (who looked proud) looked at her in shock.

05/16/MON-After School | Tatsumi Textile Shop

The textile shop was an old Japanese building, complete with paper sliding doors and tatami mats. The numerous textiles that were displayed all range from colorful patterns to normal colors. To you, it wasn’t anything special. But for the female Personas, they were ecstatic. Immediately as soon as you entered the shop, Izanami, Konohana Sakuya and even Tomoe made a beeline towards the numerous textiles being displayed. It was painful to have all of you keep your emotions in check when they attempted to pick them up. Even Chie had to choke back a scream when Tomoe picked up a yellow-colored textile.

Trying to keep your expression back to normal, you looked at the woman who attended the shop, only to see someone else talk to her.

The boy was wearing all blue, with a blue cap atop his head with blue hair peeking from below. His blue coat and plaid pants stood out from your uniforms as he turned to see your group. He only gave a little nod as he walked past your group.

“What’s up with him?” Yosuke asked as soon as he was out of the store.

Chie only shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Yuki-chan!” The older woman gasped. Your group immediately turned to her. She was an old woman but she still seemed youthful at heart, wearing a traditional kimono and sitting near the textiles. Immediately you have to bite back a scream when Izanami picked up a piece that was dangerously close to Kanji’s mother.

As calmly as you could, you and the group asked what you needed from the woman. Yukiko tried her best not to worry her by mincing her words but it would ultimately lead to Kanji being pictured as a rebel punk. You thought that this would warrant enough attention for your Personas to be brought back to normal but you see Izanami and Konohana dress Tomoe up in a scarf. At that point, you just gave up.

Speaking of Personas, Jiraiya was the only one who wasn’t as excited as the others. Instead, he looks at the textiles boredly, lingering his stare on the women for a little while before moving on. He notices a scarf hanging near them and he immediately floats over to it. Without thinking, he decided to grab it outright and wear it around his neck. Red did always suited him well and combined with the white butterflies? He wasn’t an insect person but he had to admit the patterns looked so nice on him.

He sauntered to Yosuke, who was away from the group. “Hey, I look good in this, yeah?”

At first, it didn’t register with him. But when he realized it, he gasped and glared at Jiraiya. “Dude! You can’t just wear that thing when one of us isn’t a Persona user!” He whisper-yelled, not wanting to draw attention to him. Still, he decided to humor the frog and looked at the scarf. In that moment, he felt a sense of deja vu.

“This scarf…” He muttered. “Hey, Chie, c’mere a sec.”

The girl turned to him and gasped at the sight of Jiraiya wearing one of the scarves of the store. She hurried to them and dragged Jiraiya down by his scarf so it wouldn’t be obvious.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” She whisper-screamed at him. “Are you trying to cause her a heart attack?!”

“You can pummel him later, Chie.” Yosuke intervened. “But look at the scarf he’s wearing.”

Ignoring Jiraiya’s choking, she looked at the scarf. Like Yosuke, it brought her a sense of deja vu until it hit her. “We saw this inside the TV!”

At that moment, you and Yukiko turned to the two. Jiraiya was down on the ground, trying to catch his breath while Yosuke and Chie sheepishly held the scarf in their hands.

“Oh?” The woman asked them. “Do you want to buy that scarf?”

Yosuke tried to ignore your glare. “No but um… Did Ms. Yamano happen to have a scarf like this?”

The woman tilted her head. “Ms. Yamano? Why yes. It was a special order she placed.”

The team’s eyes widened. Chie took the time to return the scarf where it belonged as the woman continued her story. “She actually ordered a pair, but in the end, she said she only wanted the women’s scarf. It left us with no choice but to sell this one separately.”

Izanami, Konohana, and Tomoe were still blissfully trying out the textiles.

“… How the hell did you three manage to scrape by with some scarves?”

You stared aghast at the female Personas-each sporting a scarf that matched their clothes and tied to where they liked it: Izanami wearing a black and yellow scarf that replaces her usual white neck scarf beneath her coat, Tomoe with a green scarf that matched Chie’s jacket wrapped around her bicep, and Konohana with a red scarf with pink petals wrapped around her neck.

“Don’t worry!” Konohana said to you. “Izanami managed to get money from you to pay the scarves!”

“She did what.”

Your Persona chuckled when you sent her a death glare. “Consider this as a gift for us women.”

Yosuke said your name. “You can strangle Izanami later but we need to reconsider this entire case.”

The adrenaline from running away from Kanji after hearing his dilemma on going to school after a long time still thrummed within you but you calmed yourself down. “Okay… Let’s figure this out one more time.”

He nodded. “Remember the common points we were talking about? His mom fits the pattern. She’s a woman, and she knew Ms. Yamano. But it was her son who appeared on TV… So what does that mean?”

You pondered for a moment. “Kanji is definitely the target. The Midnight Channel wouldn’t lie.”

Yukiko nodded at you. “That’s right. Maybe it’s similar to my case because of my mother. She fits the criteria more than me yet I was the one targeted.” “Does that mean it’ll be the kid again instead of the mother?” Chie asked. “But if that’s true, then the killer’s motive makes no sense at all. It’d have nothing to do with silencing witnesses or revenge or anything.”

“Y’think we’re on the wrong track?” Yosuke questioned. “Maybe even the first case had nothing to do with grudges or revenge. Or is there some kind of secret in the textile shop itself…?”

“Unlikely.” Jiraiya piped up from behind Yosuke.

“Oh, you’re alive.”

“Can it, woman. Anyway, I did a whole check around the building. I can confirm there’s no hidden passageways or traps or anything in that building.”

“How do you know that?” Yosuke asked him incredulously.

“Dude,” Jiraiya tested the word and you had to bite back a laugh on how uncomfortable he looks. “I am a ninja. The greatest ninja, might I add. I searched the damn place like a madman. I can confirm there’s nothing wrong with the store.”

Yukiko hummed. “Either way, we can’t just ignore it.”

Tomoe spoke up. “Didn’t we hear that runt talk with the hat-wearing boy? Maybe we’ll find our answers there.”

“Oh yeah!” Yosuke said. “It’s his first time going to school after the new year. It would be really suspicious if he just showed up at school out of nowhere.”

“Then it’s settled.” Izanami stated. “We’ll intercept Kanji Tatsumi after school and see where that takes us.”

The idea sounds good enough. But with two loudmouths on your team, you were sure this stakeout would become a disaster.

Chie practically vibrated where she stood. “A stakeout? Oh, I’m excited!”

“Don’t get too excited.” You chided her. “We need to be quiet if we want to get answers.”

You looked at the team, seeing that they’re all in agreement with the plan. “Let’s rest up. We have a big day ahead of us and there’s no telling what’s in store.”

They all nodded. All of you were ready to figure out the case.

05/17/TUE-After School | Tatsumi Textile Shop

Underneath the torii gate by the shrine, you waited patiently for Yukiko to come back. Your foot tapped idly against the concrete, your eyes watching the shop but occasionally fleeting over to Izanami. Her clawed fingers kept fiddling with her new scarf and despite the mask, she looked happy wearing it.

You’ve elected to ignore the hole in your wallet (both metaphorically and physically). “You seem happy wearing that.”

She stopped her fiddling and looked at you. “I am. It’s not often I get to have a luxury such as this.”

Your mind thought back to her memories as a goddess. She clearly was not the real goddess that you’ve read and yet she retains memories of the real one. Hell, even Jiraiya said he had memories of him being a ninja and Tomoe saying that she was in war once. If they’re having deja vu being important figures of Shinto lore, then it doesn’t make sense that they’re here under your beck and call.

Remembering what you’ve read, you decided to ask her. “Izanagi doesn’t bring you gifts?”

She flinched. You watched her with widened eyes. “Did I say something wrong?”

Izanami clutched her scarf and you feared her fingers would leave holes. “It’s-It’s nothing. Just… When you said that name I-I felt so… scared. Yet so angry I…”

Your arm raised up awkwardly, wanting to comfort her but before you could, Yukiko and Konohana came back with drinks. You turned to her and Izanami composed herself like she didn’t have a breakdown.

You have to bring this up one day.

“Here.” Yukiko said, handing you the drink that you wanted. Grabbing it, you thanked her as you uncapped it.

She looked at the shop. “Nothing seems to be happening, which is good. Though we can’t be too comfortable.”

Konohana visibly shook. “You think the killer will come by?”

Izanami comforted her by placing a hand on her shoulder. “If they do, I’m here to protect you.”

“We’re here to protect you two.” You corrected, giving Izanami a side-eye glance. “Don’t worry too much.”

Yukiko blushed lightly. “Th-Thanks… I’m counting on you two.”

She looked back at the store then looked down at her drink. “It would be scary if they did show up… But I’ll do what I can if they do. You all saved my life… I don’t want to be the only one doing nothing.”

You said nothing, not wanting to break her spiel. As if she realized that, she jumped up from her stupor. “Oh! I’ve been rambling again, aren’t I? I’m sorry, I’m just so nervous…”

Without thinking, you punched her shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry about it for the last time, Yukiko. You and Konohana are a valuable asset to the team just like any of us. Don’t start belittling yourself because of what happened in the TV World.”

From your words, you can see the immediate effect. Both Yukiko and Konohana’s eyes shined at your praise and you inwardly gulped. Is this what Jiraiya meant?

“I… Thank you,” Yukiko said your name, “it’s strange. Normally, I’m so confident when talking to other girls and yet… You make me feel like I can do anything. No wonder I’m having so much fun hanging out with you, Chie and Yosuke.”

Thou art I… And I am thou

Thou hast established a new bond…

It brings thee closer to the truth…

Thou shalt be blessed when creating Personas of the Priestess Arcana…

Persona Time

“… You two are ridiculous.”

Tomoe said dryly, looking at her master and Yosuke hiding behind a tree as they scouted Kanji and the mystery boy. If she was alive, she would’ve felt her soul leave her body from how absolutely cringe it was to see them huddle behind a goddamn tree like they were reenacting a comedy skit in a play.

“I don’t know Tomoe,” Jiraiya said, leaning his elbow on her shoulder, “maybe he likes it-”

The pained yelp didn’t deter the teens who were still watching Kanji. Despite that, Yosuke sighed and removed himself away from Chie. “This is ridiculous… Some stakeout this is…”

Chie got up from the ground and placed her hands on her hips. “You think the others are having any luck?”

He shrugged. “If the killer does show up there, then…”

He trailed off, thinking about what he was about to say. If the killer did show up, then…

He suddenly had an itch on his leg. Like he was about to hightail it out of the park and sprint towards the textile store. But he held it back down, for your sake. He knew you were tough, you can make it out of there, right?

“Hey, earth to Yosuke.” Chie said, snapping her fingers to shake him out of his daze. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Huh?!” He stammered, feeling that his face warmed all of a sudden. “N-Nothing! Besides, pipe down, we’re on a stakeout!”

She was taken aback by his voice and scoffed. “Geez, it’s not like we’re close to them or anything. Besides, I wanna ask a question.”

He crossed his arms, not liking where this is going. “Go ahead.”

“How are you with ____?” She asked innocently. “You two are closer than the last time I saw you two.”

He immediately choked and averted his eyes from her questioning gaze. His hand flew to his face to cover the blush as he tried to come up with a response. “Chie! Wh-Where did that come from?!”

“Like I don’t see you going ‘partner this’ ‘partner that’ everytime we go inside the TV World! I swear, I feel like there’s something going on between the two of you that I don’t get!”

He choked once more but before he could respond, Jiraiya swooped in the middle and shoved Yosuke away. “Oh, green lady, the amount of times that Yosuke is hopelessly pining for ____! It’s disgusting really, but I don’t blame him one bit with that body!”

“Jiraiya/Frog!” Both Yosuke and Tomoe exclaimed, one in embarrassment and one in anger.

Chie laughed triumphantly. “So there is something going on! Oh man, I wonder how she’s gonna reject you like Yukiko did with you!”

“R-Rejection already?!” Yosuke screamed. The word felt heavy in his heart but he covered it up as much as he could. “Now you listen here–”

“Hey!” A voice called out. Immediately they could feel fear grip their hearts. “The hell are you two doin’ there?!”

Sad to say, the mission failed.

[snowpeawritings]

Stardust Crusaders reacting to you being a Persona user

HEE HO HEE HO IM BACK IN MY CROSSOVER BS

PART 3 STILL HAS ME FEELIN SOME KINDA WAY, HERE’S SOME HEADCANON BS FOR MY HEART

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing, blood tw

- Personas... Stands... both the same yet different. The existence of these ethereal beings were a mystery to both parties but it all remains the same that they’re a facet in every day use for the user. Stands fit more into the practical use in real life, having unique abilities that affects anyone or anything. Personas are... sort of weapons. Sentient weapons. I mean sure they flit around you and there’s no way to make them disappear and they seem to manifest properly given the right conditions but they are certainly unique. You did notice, however, that in the real world, Personas can still use their abilities albeit weaker than what they were if it were another reality.

- Ever since Dio’s awakening, you had to stop yourself from freaking out because 1. You were pretty sure that not all of them have awakened their Personas (whether it’s in the Dark Hour, the Midnight Channel, or the Metaverse) and 2. You were pretty sure you’ve never seen a Persona be able to attack a person physically. Even in Hong Kong where you saw a Persona battle right there in a public park; no Evokers, no cards, no reality bending anything. Just two dudes doing a battle right there and no one seems to notice the fire or the multiple silver Personas.

- It was when that the cloaked man had ordered his Persona to literally set the other man on fire that you had to step in. Summoning a Persona that can heal and cure status effects, you cut between them and casted Salvation on the white-haired male. Sure, Salvation was severely weakened in the real world but at least it stopped the flames and healed the man somewhat. Despite the prior hostility the group had shared against you, the leader, Joseph Joestar, had agreed that you were a reliable ally.

- If you’re the Wild Card, the Crusaders will have trouble recovering that you can hold a plethora of Sta-Personas. They had enough trouble trying to real in how there’s a different entity than Stands, what more that everything they’ve believed in was being questioned? Crusaders like Polnareff and Kakyoin are the most curious when it comes to seeing your Personas. Never did they think that creatures of mythologies or urban myths exist inside your head.

- Avdol is curious on the different Arcanas that your Personas possess or the so-called “social links/confidants” that you kept going on about. He doesn’t see it as a surprise when he finds out his Arcana matches Magician’s Red, as does the others match their Stands though he does let out a chuckle when he sees that Personas and Stands aren’t too far off.

- Joseph is highly appreciative of your abilities, especially Personas that can heal. As much as how eager the Speedwagon Foundation is able to help them, he doesn’t want to waste time cauterizing their wounds when all you could do was cast a spell. Besides that, he asks how does it feel to have multiple Personas inside your head. Depending on your answer, he feels he’s aged a bit more when he listens to your answer.

- Jotaro could care less about your special abilities, though he does always get queasy when you summon them. If you summon with an Evoker, he gets queasy when you press the trigger, reminding him of his time in jail. If you summon with a mask, he doesn’t like how you’re literally screaming while ripping off your mask that seems to be attached to your skin. He keeps it to himself though. He doesn’t anyone to think that he gets disturbed from your summoning.

- Sure, the real world couldn’t quite showcase your powers. But once you and the Crusaders find your way inside either the TV World or the Metaverse, that’s when you truly shine. Just don’t be sure that you’re a female and your Phantom Thief get-up is revealing and you’re in front of Polnareff.

- Besides that, they could only watch as you effortlessly fight against the Shadows as if you were toying with them. Seeing you deliver spells that counter enemies and doing an All-Out Attack with the rest of the Crusaders is a different kind of rush.

- Never let them enter the Velvet Room with you, especially when your attendants were Caroline and Justine. Jotaro finds it poetically ironic to be back in a jail cell, even when he questions why the hell were you wearing a prisoner's outfit. If what they experienced during the 50-day trek is bad enough, wait until they see how you fuse Personas. Sure the concept of fusing Personas is cool, they just didn't expect them to be executed brutally. Polnareff and Joseph are still crying and Jotaro and Kakyoin could never look at you the same way ever again. Avdol, as much as he is curious about how Arcanas work in the Velvet Room, is creeped out by Igor.

- When you meet Iggy, it's meeting your mascot for the first time. Iggy, for some reason, calms down when he is around you (thank that max Kindness and Max Guts). Avdol endlessly thanks you when he's out of coffee gum and Polnareff is seething when he sees Iggy situated on your lap. You and Iggy sort of have a Morgana and Akira relationship where he gets to sit in your bag while you go about your day.

- The concept of Shadows and their Shadow Selves sometimes scare them once they think about it. Ever since you told them how people have these things, they immediately had to reassess their life. Joseph is scared of the inevitable fight between Joestar and Brando, Avdol is still afraid of Dio (and especially what the future holds when he read the stars), Polnareff is still ashamed that Dio manipulated him, Kakyoin still fears the vampire, and Jotaro has so many burdens on his shoulders. It keeps them awake at night, knowing that the one conduit between meeting their Shadow Selves is you.

- Besides that, you were a reliable asset to the team and they're ever so thankful that you were there to help them. Despite how nerfed your powers are in the real world, you know that you were able to help them. Besides, you were pretty sure they haven't witnessed Samarecarm yet...

[snowpeawritings]

13. Marie

Philemon seems to enjoy seeing his Wild Cards live on with their lives…

insp.

Persona 4 Golden X FeMC!Reader

> . . .

05/01/SUN-Early morning | Shopping District, South

With a wallet packed full with money, you strolled through the shopping district. Even though it was slightly cloudy, the weather was pleasant as people still roamed about the district.

From beside you, Izanami looked at the list that she wrote down herself. “So we’re starting with your books...”

“I finished them all in one night.” You said to her, remembering how your knowledge improved despite your eye bags.

“Then we see new weapons in Daidara’s shop.”

"Chie and Yukiko need to catch up."

"And... You need ingredients to make the boxed lunches."

You sighed but you didn't oppose the Dojimas idea that you were making the boxed lunches. Nanako was too excited for the long weekend and even Dojima wanted to spend time with his daughter. Even if you hadn't known them for long, you wanted to try and get them to bond together soon. You had thought to follow Nanako's suggestion and go to Junes instead so you wouldn't cook but you feared that Dojima wouldn't like to listen to the catchy tune over and over again.

Seeing the bookstore, you walked towards it but stopped when you spotted a familiar girl walking outside. She held a book in her hands and by the look of her eyes, she seemed excited by it.

"Marie?" You said to her. She yelped at your call, fumbling over her book rather comically before hiding it behind her back. Her face was flushed deeply with red as she regarded you with a glare.

"Wh-What are you doing surprising me all of a sudden?!" She screeched, not caring about the bystanders watching. "S-Stupid! You're stupid! I hate you!"

You blinked at her outburst before looking down at her book. "I didn't know you know the concept of buying stuff."

One of her eyebrows raised up. "B-Buy? What the heck is that?"

Your eyes widened. "You mean you stole that book?!"

As if on cue, the owner of the bookstore knocked on his window, mouthing some unintelligible words and pointing at Marie's book. If it wasn't for the glass window, you were sure that everyone in the area would hear his cussing.

"How could you have no money when I pay to remember Personas from Margaret?" You questioned her, already fishing out your wallet.

"How should I know?!" She replied back, stepping behind Izanami as if she could stop the man.

Izanami shook her head. "Good grief..."

---

"Don't you have a curfew when you go back to the Velvet Room?" You asked her once you resolved the stolen book problem. Even though the poem book was fairly inexpensive, it already made a dent on your finances just for the books.

Marie's face huffed even more. "What do you take me for? A kid?! Just so you know, I'm not gonna help you when you go back inside that stuffy car!"

You shrugged. "You were the one who had no concept of monetary value."

She choked but she didn't refute back. The poem book that had been the center of trouble was back in her hands, unscathed and paid for. You wondered if she liked to read or write poems.

Beside you, Izanami seemed to have vocalized your thoughts. "Do you like poetry, Marie?"

She stiffened from your Persona's question but her red blush gave her answer away.

"Not much to do in the car unless I come in, huh?" You said to her, lips quirking into a smirk at the thought of the three people inside the limousine just waiting for you to come back. Come to think of it, they had a bunch of drinks inside the vehicle-are they all adults then?

She clicked her tongue and looked away from you. “Don’t take words out of my mouth! It’s not like I wanted for you to come by!”

“Sure…” You drawled out. “Anyway, you want to join me on my shopping spree?”

Her blush slowly died down. “S-Shopping?”

Izanami nodded to the list that she’s holding. “We have quite a few things we need to get now that we have a new team member.”

Marie regarded her with a nod before crossing her arms. “Okay. And it’s not because I’m bored out of my mind waiting in the car.”

You chuckled at her response as you entered Daidara's shop with her. It was apparent that she's never been inside the shop, for her eyes widened at the sight of different weapons and armor that covered the walls. You continued to watch her childlike wonder before Daidara cleared his throat.

You turned to him, turning your back against Marie as you hauled your materials to his counter. "Oh, and Marie? Don't touch anything."

"What?"

Before you could repeat yourself, a crash followed and soon a feminine screech inside the shop.

Your eye twitched as you looked at Daidara with a grimace. "Would taking the most expensive weapons be enough for compensation?"

Behind you, Izanami sighed. "Good grief…"

05/01/SUN-Afternoon | Junes

You had considered your options for buying ingredients. On one hand, you wanted to support local businesses and their products...

On the other hand, maybe Nanako would be happy to hear that you made lunches out of ingredients from Junes.

You decided on the latter, Izanami dragging Marie as she tried to carry the bag of new weapons in one hand.

"What's this place now?" Marie asked you, looking around the underground grocery. Before anyone became suspicious, Izanami handed you the bag as you carried it on your back. The added weight made you groan but you continued on as you grabbed a cart.

"It's a grocery store." You replied to her, rolling the cart to the ingredients section. "I'm gonna cook for my family."

"Family?" Marie tested the word, almost sounding funny when you saw her struggling with it.

"Yeah," you said before realizing how awkward it would be to leave it at that, "is Margaret not like your relative or something?"

Marie shrugged, walking beside you in stride as she looked at the different types of miso paste brands. "She keeps annoying me so I don't think I want her as a relative."

"Huh…" You sighed out, getting the miso base as you went to another section of the store. "What's up with the Velvet Room anyway? Did you want to be inside a car for the rest of your life?"

You didn't hear her for a while except her boots tapping against the floor as your cart was steadily filling with ingredients. Marie was oddly quiet, so quiet that you and Izanami looked back at her. The girl looked like she was deep in thought, her eyebrows drawn in as though she was having an existential crisis.

Before you could ask her if she was okay, a familiar voice called your name. Yosuke was carrying a crate filled with canned tomato sauce as Jiraiya followed him, obviously bored out of his mind. Adorably enough, Jiraiya was wearing the same Junes apron. How did people not freak out over a floating apron, you didn't want to ask.

"What brings you here?" Yosuke asks you before heaving the heavy crate down on the floor. You winced when you heard an audible crack when he straightened his back.

"Just shopping to cook for Golden Week." You replied to him. "Work being too hard on you?"

He groaned tiredly. "No kidding. Just when I thought I can relax, there's a stupid sale that's happening just for the week."

You patted his back as an apology for the pain he experienced and many more in the upcoming week. 

"And what are you doing?" Izanami questioned Jiraiya, who was busy fiddling with his apron that surprisingly fitted him.

"Moral support." He said simply. "Can't really touch objects without people thinking Junes is haunted so I try my best. Besides, the apron looks good on me."

"Speaking of…" Izanami trailed off, looking at the apron. It was definitely not Asian size as it stretched to accommodate Jiraya's body. She wasn't aware that there were sizes that were big enough to fit an almost 7 ft. tall being.

"Y'know, you don't have to hide it." Jiraiya said, snapping her out of her thinking. "You'd look good in an apron. Or would you rather wear mine…?"

She let out an aggravated sigh before igniting her fingers with electricity and zapping Jiraiya's side. He let out a high-pitched yelp, his body convulsing before he squirmed away from the goddess. His scarf was burned to a degree as smoke emanated from his body.

"You never change." Izanami said dryly. "And how does the apron fit you? And how is anyone not screaming at the sight of a floating apron?"

Jiraiya made a sound in his throat, an alternative to how he doesn't seem to have a mouth. He then looked down at his apron, a hand lifting and fumbling at the fabric before letting it drop.

"I honestly don't know."

While the Personas were talking, Marie, who was busy watching you comfort a crying boy, went to watch the Personas. She walked over, arms crossed as she stared at the other Persona that belonged to Yosuke.

Jiraiya took notice of the new girl's stare and immediately floated over to her, a flirtatious line ready in him as he--

"Get away from me." Marie said to him in her absolute, most dead voice.

Jiraiya, currently shocked that she could see him, dropped down from his floating stance as he scrambled on the floor. The sight was surprising but comical to Izanami as she laughed at the sight of the ninja frog struggling to recover from the attack.

Hearing Jiraiya’s struggling sounds, you looked to where your Personas are. The sight of Izanami laughing at Jiraiya and Marie staring at the two of them.

“Wait—” Yosuke gasped out, looking at Marie. “She can see them?!”

“Weird story.” You said to him. “Anyway, you think you can ring me up with some ingredients?”

"Huh? O-Oh sure…"

He then led you towards the section that you needed, all the while conversing with you about plans for Golden Week. It soon spiralled into having a talk about personal things that you two like. You felt closer to Yosuke than before.

"Oh yeah… When did our Personas can touch stuff?"

"... No clue."

Persona Time

After walking Marie back home (and quickly explaining about Skill Cards), she plopped down on the sofa as she sighed from how tired she was. Feeling the book inside of her bag, she fished it out and stared at the hardbound cover.

"You seem to have enjoyed your day out."

She flinched then glared at Margaret, the woman looking at her with the annoying stare that she didn't like. It's the type of stare that it makes her feel like Margaret is prying at her secrets. She hates it.

"Shut up." She said to Margaret, not even bothering to put up a fight.

The elder woman chuckled, her nails tapping against the Persona Compendium in an elegant manner before speaking again. "I'll be willing to let you out more as long as you try not to make too much noise inside the room."

Marie choked before glaring at her.

"Like that."

Marie clicked her tongue before looking away. Grabbing her notebook and pencil from her bag, she angrily wrote on the paper, all the while muttering about a certain platinum-blonde woman.

Both Margaret and Igor stared at her, unamused of her usual antiques. They really can't wait for you to come by again.