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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!
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"Awwweee, a fox and a red panda!"
"You can have the red panda 'n I'll keep the other—"
"That way we can remember each other, and maybe hug the plushie as placeholder?"
"...I— yeah. Mind stop readin' my thoughts?"
"Eh? Thought you loved me most for it."
#after not seeing each other for a while the first thing he does is bring me gifts he got during his adventures#so many of them are random trinkets he bought while thinking of me#we usually end up going on casual dates to make up for the time we were away#ack—#14 days of cupid's arrow#w/ portgas d ace#sss.comᯓᡣ𐭩#fireflies and sunbeams
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another childhood friends to lovers believer???? YES YES YES!!!! can i please request bakugou and reader moving in together, and reader shows him a memory box she's kept since they were kids...like photos, random trinkets he got her, pressed flowers, birthday cards...and he's like one second away from bursting into tears, because this is 2 decades worth of love (and many more to come) 😭🥹💗 thank you, mwah x 💖
memory box !
you take a trip down memory lane..
a/n : OH. MY GOD. I literally Had to write this this is genuinely adorable anon you are SMACKING. i lub this
cw: literally all fluff, CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TORAGAHAHEHG, katsuki gets emotional quickly and i live by this, lmk if i missed sum !
“oi !” katsuki calls out from behind you “do i throw this out or not ?”
you look back, only to see a little red box in his hands. your little red box.
you shoot up, dropping the clothes you were stacking in your shared dresser. “no, don’t!” you reach out and hold your arms up, katsuki looks even more confused, eyebrows furrowing harder.
he shakes your box around, bringing his ear to it to hear the rattling and clinking of the objects inside. “what the hell is in this thing ?”
“don’t shake it around like that !” you shriek, ripping the box out of your boyfriend hands and leaving him shocked. you smile to yourself, slowly sitting down on the wooden floors of your new apartment. your new apartment with katsuki.
“i never actually showed you this, huh.. ?” you watch as he follows you after a moment of looking at you like you’ve grown a second head, crouching down next to you with eyes fixed on your little shoe box. you remove the lid and immediately a sense of nostalgia shoots through you, you hadn’t looked at this for a while now.
“this is my memory box, i’ve had it for years.. i think since i was..what, seven ?” you wonder out loud, you’d definitely had it for a long, long time. katsuki sits next to you silently while you excitedly look through it.
“oh yeah, definitely seven—look this is the friendship bracelet i made for us !” you exclaim excitedly. it’s definitely more than a bit worn, that was the main reason you put it in this box, it was the first item you’d put in there.
you’d made one for you and one for katsuki, using your precious loom band box set you’d gotten for christmas. you’d used up all of your orange and black for it and worn yours until it started fraying. you almost cried when one of the bands snapped and you’d gotten too big for it, or it had just gotten too little for you. you refused to throw it away and found a random empty shoe box to put it in, and the rest was history.
“oh, and these are left over tickets from when we went to the fair, my keychain you got me from the aquarium—i remember you begged your mom for it.” you laugh, begged was an understatement. you remember how mitsuki pulled him away because he was causing a scene, you didn’t understand why he was so insistent on getting a souvenir, you had a good day as you all walked around looking at fish and katsuki dragging you around by the hand like he built the place himself. you remember how excited he got when you got to the shark exhibit.
you didn’t get it, until he stopped you when you were ready to leave with your own parents, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and avoiding your gaze as he stretched his little arms out and wordlessly offered you a little penguin keychain, mumbling something about how you looked happy when you saw them, ears pink while his mom smirked behind him, his father smiled down at you both kindly.
that was the first present he’d ever bought for you. with his mom’s money of course, you giggle at your own thoughts. but he’d still gotten it for you because he thought it’d make you happy. it was your treasure and you wore it on your bag for years until it started getting dirty, and you’d hid it in your shoebox to keep it safe.
you suddenly realize your boyfriend’s been awfully unlike himself for the past few minutes, silently blinking at the contents of your box and now at your little keychain.
you suddenly feel a bit self conscious, maybe he thought it was weird..
you blink in surprise when he reaches for your penguin chain and you offer it to him. it’s a bit brownish now, having lost its shine over the years. he runs his thumb over the fuzzy faux fur.
“thought you forgot about this..” he mumbles to himself.
your eyes shoot wide. “wha—no way ?!”
“ya stopped wearing it on your bag so i thought you got rid of it.” he doesn’t look angry, simply observing the chain, letting it dangle in the air.
“i just didn’t want it to get any dirtier than it clearly already is” you joked. you’re in deep now, shuffling around for more items in your box. katsuki joins you this time, pulling out an old picture.
“holy shit.” he breathes. you catch a peek at what he’s looking at only to see the both of you.
“woah, we were so small !” you giggle. it was a picture of your grade school entrance ceremony. you remember katsuki stubbornly refusing to take it and it took his mom about ten minutes to get him to stay put and take the shot. you’re all smiles, waving at the camera like you’d been instructed to and gripping katsuki’s hand. said little boy had an angry, angry frown on his face, sticking his tongue out at the camera.
“you’re cheeks were huge.” you laugh, katsuki sits down properly to nudge your shoulder with a huff. “shaddup,” he says, though there was no real bite to his words. “you weren’t any better than me.” you laugh some more and continue to pull things out. “where’d you even get this ?” he asks.
“your mom gave me a copy.”
“fuckin—of course she did.”
there’s a blurry picture you’d managed to take of katsuki when you’d gotten your first polaroid camera, and some pictures from when you’d convinced him to get in a photo-booth from your first date at the fair. dozens of birthday cards he’d written for you, you’re tempted to read them all right now but you worry katsuki might get embarrassed and actually throw the box out, so you’ll do that later.
the flowers he’d plucked out of the ground one random afternoon at his house, a rock he'd given you because it looked cool, a couple of seashells you found at the beach together, a dried up four leaf clover he claimed would bring you good luck, the container of the lip balm you were wearing when he kissed you for the first time. years worth of memories all in your little shoebox.
“fuck, you really kept all this stuff..” you hear katsuki mutter. you turn to see him still with that elementary school picture in hand, staring at it thoughtfully.
“course i did.” you hum, leaning against his side. “i spent all of my childhood with you suki, that’s unforgettable to me. i wanted to make sure i wouldn’t ever forget how much you mean to me.” katsuki’s eyes fix yours as you continue talking. and you realize how they slowly turn glossier. he realizes when you do and quickly ducks his head, scoffing to himself but a sniffle slips out.
“hey..” he shakes his head, you don’t continue, only reaching to hold him in your palms. he shoves his cheek against one, chuckling to himself.
“shush.” he mutters, voice cracking, his eyes remain shut to not let anything slip. he presses a kiss to your skin, grabbing at your wrist. "you're gonna be the fuckin' end of me, y'know ?" you laugh, rubbing your thumb against his skin, you feel him sigh against your palm.
"love you."
you smile "i love you too" you whisper back. "so, you still wanna throw it out ?" you joke, katsuki's eyebrows furrow.
"fuck, no." he asserts "it's staying here, an' i'll give you more shit to fill it up with."
and you truly couldn't be more excited, starting a new chapter of your life with the boy that had shared it all with you. you want your shoe box to be filled to the brim with more and more memories of you both, all of them just as close to your heart as the last.
"hmm," you hum "can't wait."
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Simple Pleasures
Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru
The Cursed Trio | Monoxide Poisoning...
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Lately, you've found yourself visiting Haibara's dorm room. For no specific reason, to be honest. Although, you did like to view it as taking a small vacation from your boy's chaotic nature.
Unlike Suguru's room, which is primarily dark like yours and decorated with the little trinkets the trio has gathered throughout the months --- Haibara's is full of life. Like literally, he has a lot of plants. He's a plant daddy
The topic of Gojo's room will be visited later on
And with so many plants, it's bound to be pretty humid. But you make no comment on it as you happily watch him spray water on his greens, chatting your ear off in a way that doesn't annoy you (unlike Gojo)
Haibara likes to invite you on his trips to the gardening stores, he'll also invite Kento, whenever the blonde has time. In his eyes, it's like a little plant shopping date.
He even has outfits for these sorts of occasions --- you know, Haibara is going out to buy more plants when you see him wearing a light brown leather jacket that Gojo gifted to him a while back. For no reason really, surprisingly.
When shopping, Kento is obviously the person in charge of driving the cart while you and Haibara are running around looking at all the plants around the shop. Well, it's more of you bringing random plants to Haibara for approval of their existence whilst he gets the ones from his list.
Sometimes, you'll bring small succulents to Kento, hoping that he'll find them as pretty as you did.
(Side Note: Kento doesn't like you going too far, he always likes to have you in his field of vision since you're still new to Japan so he doesn't want you getting lost.)
All it takes is one nod of acknowledgement from the man to satisfy you and then, you're running off to put the plant back into place.
Kento likes to admire the long necked plants, the ones that usually have to be hung pots; however, if he had to pick a plant to keep in his home, it would be a larkspur. Its vibrant color is bound to distract from his boring walls. Either way, he'd rather not have one with how busy curses have him.
I don't know a thing about plants so don't quote me on anything
You wanted to buy Suguru this flower you heard about in passing, but when you asked Haibara about it, you learned that it was a tree rather than a pretty little thing.
So you bought him a combination of pink and blue hydrangeas, and a little booklet on how to care for them
You specifically decided to buy Gojo a succulent considering that you didn't really know if he'd take as great care of it as Suguru did. And, to be honest, you made a good call considering that the plant died not long after you gifted it. Which is a literal miracle considering it doesn't even need much. Surprisingly enough, when you had given Gojo the succulent, on a whim, you also bought him a white carnation. Contrary to its counterparts fate, Gojo took amazing care of it.
You've yet to see it wilt from where it stands on Gojo's desk in his dorm room--- ah, now's a great time to talk about his room
As we've come to know, Gojo is the Head of his Clan. I don't think much is known about his family other than his abilities, the Six-Eyes and Limitless, can be found throughout the bloodline. So for the sake of my canon, Gojo Satoru is the only Gojo that remains alive. The other's having long passed.
As such, Gojo has obvious access to all assets as well as estates that rightfully belong to his bloodline. So I ask, why would he have a dorm room when he has a full-on mansion not far from the school? (the distance is also manipulated for my canon)
Yes, being able to live on campus would be much easier than being chauffeured around yet, one cannot deny the benefits of a bigger room. One bigger than your own, which you had to bribe Yaga for.
But then again, the Gojo Estate feels so...empty. Barren of life and excitement. Of course, servants lurk around the long corridors, performing daily chores and anticipating their Master's every whim, but that's all they are. They're servants, who are loyal to his name, to his family line, to his power. They don't really care about him. Not really. Most either worship his god-hood, or they fear him enough to worship him.
That's why he stays near you and Suguru. You're both strikingly different from his other reality. Neither if you could give less of a fuck to the alter he stands upon in the Jujutsu world. You don't offer him blindness adoration, you offer him insults and cursed words. On the other hand, Suguru offers an actual challenge. He treats the young Gojo like an equal instead of a superior, and he adores loves that about the raven-haired.
(Side Note: Gojo and Suguru bicker a lot. Mainly because they both have like a quiet version of machismo where they both want to be the dominant of the field. So it's usually up to you to break them up, or distract them since Ieiri would never dare get herself in between them. To be honest, the pair already know what you're up to when you try to distract them, but they keep their mouths shut because they know how their bickering tends to stress you out for some reason. One time, Suguru heard you briefly mention something about "waiting for the shoe to drop," maybe that's the reason?)
(Add-on: When it's not Suguru and Gojo arguing, it's you and Gojo. Even then it's mainly the white fiend annoying you to the point you're reaching to grab his hair. Suguru is the one who has to separate you. Usually, he'll distract you by playing with your earring, the moon that hangs on the top curve. The simple action is enough to capture your attention as you quickly settle down to his light touch, hanging on your bottom lips as you glare at the surprisingly pensive Gojo, who watches the whole interaction wordlessly. No one knows what he thinks about, just that he'll suddenly quiet down and observe. (Except me, I know hehe) )
Anyways, on certain odd occasions, Gojo does need to head back to his estate to handle official business. What business may that be? It's undisclosed. Mainly cause of how boring it is, Gojo would reason.
So, when he is over there, in that life-sucking horrid place, he'll resort to subconsciously using the coping mechanism he's developed over the months.
He likes to play around with the sun charm that hangs from his wrist, just besides --- oh? It can't be...is that the bracelet you lost back in August? The one he found lost under his pillow from the time you used his dorm room to hide from his 'hunting'? Well I'll be damned. He had the clasp fixed and everything
(Side Note: Gojo has a single empty frame that sits beside his bed within the master bedroom of his estate. Supposedly, he's waiting for the right image to occupy it with. He discarded every other picture into a storage room --- they're all of him as a child. When he sees them, he doesn't think much of them. But they just...feel wrong. )
But the moment, he comes back, it's time to go out. It's a routine by this point. Gojo will text the group chat that he's coming back home, and everyone (Kento, Haibara, You, Usguru, and Ieiri. Ijichi avoids Gojo like the plague) is already standing outside the gates of the school, ready for a night out. And, as always, your little trio is in matching outfits.
In a separate group chat, where it's just you three --- one of them will send a picture of the outfit they plan to wear, so the other two will find something to either compliment it or match exactly. (You'll say it's subconscious but like, there's a system to it. On Mondays, Gojo sends the pic. Tuesday, Suguru. Wednesday, you. So on, so forth.)
Dotonbori is the day's destination.
(Side Note: Gojo gives you his sunglasses so that you don:t get a raging headache from the bright lights of the neon signs.)
You and Gojo have this weird thing where the two hang at the back of the group. He'll be walking right beside you. In fact, he forces you to wrap your arm around his elbow while he stuffs his hands into his pant's pockets. To be honest, you don't mind at all considering how warm he is and how cold it's becoming in Japan.
(Side Note: Since you and Gojos hang at the back of the group, Haibara makes sure to include the pair of you in the group's conversations. Ieiri often asks Haibara if his neck hurts from the amount of time he's looking back at you and Gojo. He just doesn't want you two to be left behind.)
In the beginning, Suguru handles the interactions with the clerks, but eventually, his social battery runs out. When this happens, he'll come over to you (you still wrapped around Gojo) and he'll do one of two things --- hold Gojo's hand, or wrap an arm around your shoulders to caress the back of your head. Something you noticed helps bring him back to Earth.
Surprisingly, your little trio, despite being the loudest back at school, mellows out whenever they're out and about the streets of Japan. To the point, where it's Haibara and Kento who are ordering for the trio. (Kento actually just orders for you, Haibara, and Ieiri. Yet, since the only people you share are with Suguru and Gojo, the two eat from your own meal.)
(Side Note: You'd never guess it, but Gojo does get tired of talking. Funnily enough, Kento knows the trio is tired of socializing when you have your face buried into the side of Gojo's shoulder, Suguru's face laid on your as well. Also, you three look hella exhausted by then.)
(Add-on: Kento is truly at peace when the three are tired af.)
Kento ordered you some ten yen cheese coins from a small shop when he noticed you eyeing the various customers consuming said cheese coins --- every time the cheese stretched, Gojo would gather the stretched out part on his lanky fingers and eat it. On the other hand, you'd let Suguru get a bite.
You almost choked on a ball of mozarella cheese, forcing Suguru to hit you really hard on the back while Gojo laughed
Haibara really likes the pork steam buns from one of the shops (551 Horai) so you'll order him like three of the big ones, claiming that he's too bony for his health (you fret over his health a lot weirdly enough)
Ieiri made an effort to not smoke today, so she decided to stuff her mouth with takoyaki from the shop Kukuru, which she actually offered to Kento after catching him admiring the glazed meal. Kento tried to reject but she stuffed the octopus-filled ball into his mouth. The angry look on his face was so worth it.
Your group has a natural separation at some point, where Haibara, Kento, and Ieiri go to a spot together. Leaving your little trio behind to their own devices. (Your rendezvous point is under the giant crab, iykyk)
Ah, I just had a funny thought --- when Gojo saw something he liked, he'd pull you along, and, by extension, Suguru. That's actually how Gojo got you into sharing a sweet potato brulee dessert with him. (With Suguru feasting on some dango he found covered in sweet soy sauce.)
Ah, another thought. So, you know how Hijo has plenty of girls that fangirl behind his every step? Well, on the occasions Gojos is hanging out with Suguru alone, he's oftentimes, bombarded with them offering treats, gifts, and whatever those girls come up with.
One of those gifts, in particular, comes in the form of a bento box. And, let me tell you, it's a shit-ton. Now, Gojo never eats from the meals his fans pour their souls into --- he just doesn't see the bed when he's constantly stealing from your food.
So most of the bento boxes would end up in the trash. That is, until one day, when you were present for the exchange, that you asked the clan head if you could try it.
All you said, ALL YOU FUCKING SAID WAS THAT IT TASTED GOOD
Next thing you know, every bento box is heading your way.
They're all very cute, and obvious care has been put into them --- BUT SHIT THERE'S SO MANY
Each one you can't eat, you give to Suguru, who then gives it to Haibara, who then gives it to Ieiri despite her constantly whining that they have cooties.
Eventually, though, there's a shift. No-one knows where it came from or why it happened, it just did. All of a sudden, Gojo was the one making the bento boxes.
A big shocker considering none of you have ever, once, seen him cook
He'd wake up early in the morning to make you and Suguru bento boxes as he hummed a tune under this breath while wearing a frilly pink apron he found stashed in the storage cabinets (it belonged to Yaga's graduating class)
As soon as you and Suguru wake up, either one with a list of missions to do for the day, Gojo would shove their respective bento boxes into their faces, a smug smile on his cheeks as he went to clean up the mess he left behind.
Gojo really likes to have fun with his bento-making skills so the meals he makes usually have lots of faces. Sometimes, for your rice, he'll use the seaweed to make the face of a penguin. While for Suguru, he'll carve faces into the little octopus shaped mini hot dogs.
Unfortunately for your pride, but fortunately for your stomachs --- Gojo is a really good cook. Mainly because, just like always, he doesn't have to try hard to be good at something the first time. He's just stupid that way.
Ieiri has whined about wanting to have a Gojo made bento-box, yet, for whatever odd reason, he never makes her one. It's like an exclusive you and Suguru privilege no-one else could ever hope to hold.
Suguru was the one to buy the trio's chopsticks. Gojo's are black at the end with panda designs printed on them. Suguru has white bunnies carved at the ends of his own chopsticks, and yours, as some sick joke, are attached to a cute bear training tool. The ones you'd buy to teach your child how to use chopsticks.
The glare you gave him that day was icy, to say the very least
Bastard had the audacity to smile with his eyes closed, fully knowing that once he opened them, you'd poke his eye out
You almost did too, had it not been for Gojo shoving an octopus sausage into your mouth.
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(A/N): Ngl, I forgot Gojo is a canon womanizer so like let's see how I work with that in future chapters. Also, this chapter warmed my heart just a tiny bit. Don't know why tbh.
Very Gojo orientated huh
Also, what are some things you guys can't wait to see in the upcoming episodes?
Song Inspo: everything i wanted - Billie Eilish and Melting - Kali Uchis
The reason why you have yet to have your own sunglasses is simple. In the beginning, the pain was manageable. Also, you procrastinated a lot. Then came Gojo, so why even bother? Plus, you liked to wear Gojo's. They're just...built better, yeah that's why.
For a few months, Gojo kept your bracelet hidden. Not once did he bring it up. But one day, the thoughts were just too loud. Upon seeing it in his desk's drawer, he found himself toying with it to calm down. It's a simple thing really --- a thick black rope twisted into an infinity knot right in the middle. The next day, he went to a jeweler to get it fixed. Ever since that day, he's worn it without your permission. As if he needed it. (Lmao)
Whenever Gojo looks at kid-pictures of himself, he feels wrong. That's because every image of himself looks almost doll-like. So intricately planned out to the last minute detail, nothing feels natural about it. Even the smiles are staged.
All the photos Gojo truly cares about are either on his social media page, or in his gallery. His most fond ones remain in a private folder, never to be posted. Every now and then, he'll go back to them.
The reason why Gojo started making you and Suguru bento boxes was because you inadvertently mentioned how you missed the taste of home. And since Gojo considers you and Suguru as his home, he figured you might as well, too, consider them home. So, he dug around the cabinets, found himself an apron, and got to cooking.
Gojo hangs at the back of the group in case something goes wrong, he can instantly protect the group. Just like him, you hang at the back to watch the souls that are near the group. One simple quirk of the brow from you, and Gojo is in action.
Originally:
This chapter was supposed to start in Dotonbori; however, I saw a tiktok edit of Haibara and wanted to explore his character a bit more since Gege refused us that.
The flower Kento preferred for his home was the orchid. This is only because that's the only flower I truly know.
Suguru was supposed to hold your hand, but he remembered you like to have your hands free to use. So he opted to gently hold the back of your neck instead. He knew you didn't mind due to how you leaned into his touch.
Suguru was the one meant to be making the bento boxes as a way to teach you more about Japanese culture; however, I got tired of portraying Suguru as this caretaker person. And then I remembered that Gege said that Gojo doesn't have to try to be good at something, and then I remembered that Gojo usually dropped his comedic self around Suguru because Gojo felt comfortable around him. So he'd mellow out a bit. I figured that Gojo's love languages include: Physical Touch, Gift-Giving, and a hint of Acts of Services.
Suguru's is still Acts of Services with Words of Affirmation.
Yours is Gift-Giving, Acts of Services, and Quality Time.
The Larkspur flower is actually one of the two flowers of July, the month Kento was born in. However, its meaning also refers to Haibara and the positivity he brings with him.
The flower that you wanted to buy Suguru but couldn't upon finding out its actually a flowering tree called a Plum Blossom. When it snows, the petals can still be seen under the white blanket. Allowing it to represent strength in times of great hardship. However, you then chose to give him a combination of blue and pink hydrangeas. Blue means understanding, gratitude, and apology. Pink means sincere emotions and romance.
A white carnation often conveys the message of pure love and a prosperous life; however, it can also express great remorse for wrongdoing.
What do you mean by "waiting for the other shoe to drop"? Can you see something others can't?
Ah, the fight for dominance...
Guilt seems to be a running theme here, wonder why...
What does Gojo think when he sees you interact with Suguru?
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Gallifrey One 2024!
Ignore the fact this is 3 maybe 4ish months late I couldn’t write well for a while. Since it been a bit since I went and am typing going off of notes, I may keep rambling a bit, but I always ramble, I mostly do this just so people know the actors reactions to my dolls but it also fun to share experiences too.
It was fun as I made ribbons for this year! It was also fun I got so many little trinkets in return and some special ribbons because I was In cosplay!. I had some that were audio reference so not many understand them but people really liked them and for the people that got my random references made me so happy! I think my favorite had to be my “for the love of spoons!” As I got the 7 lovers, a few Hebe Harrison fans who got the reference! And fellow spoonies who read and it and loved it and asked for more to give to their friends too!
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The dolls I made for this year
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Adric (Matthew Waterhouse)
He is great! I went to his panel and there wasn’t many of us there but it was just calm and full of little jokes and it was just a good feeling, he talked about his writing with the book and audios he did and recommended some, and of course I bought them to listen too! I think I also love that he jokey also calls his adric outfit ‘Pajamas’ he also had ribbons to give out
I think the most memorable thing at the con as a whole was when I went to his script reading it was the last day and I had a lot of my sewing ribbons left so I just went done the line of people waiting to get in a ribbon as there not a lot of classic fans and i found a kid waiting in line and I just got excited that there was another young person in the classic crowd,I made sure to sit next to him when we went in, he said it was his first con so I was just giving him things I have gotten at the con, as I always thing those are some of the best parts, I gave him a beaded blanket I just got that read river, I let him pick any pin I had on my lanyard, he picked a vote Saxon button, and since he was dressed as the 2nd doctor I found him a 2nd doctor ribbon from ones I have received and I give that to him too. I keep trying to encourage him to go up and read the lines when they called on people, I helped him go up and read Adric’s lines as I was just pointing at him and trying to encourage him that it’s just fun, there no need to worry as I can’t read too and I went up and people wouldn’t remember you so it okay if he think he can’t read and Matthew Waterhouse himself picked him and the kid choice to go up. Then the host of the event had a Adric star and stop them before they all started to read, and gave the kid the star pin for the scene as he was reading Adric’s lines. He got to say the closing lines of the script the host let the kid keep the pin afterwards! I felt so happy for him! And I have to think it must have been fun for him too, and to just have a 13 cosplayer with the crazy goggles and apron giving him two thumbs up trying to encourage him as he was up there must have been funny
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Rose (Billie Piper)
She is so nice! I always feel a bit awkward giving my dolls to people, and it even more so when I try to give them to actors but she liked it! And it made me happy, and then one of the handlers saw I had ribbons so I also got to add to her ribbon train, I think meeting her made me like Rose even more. I can’t remember if I got a ribbon back but it was really nice to give them to people and to actors who like to collect them!
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Jackie (Camille Coduri)
She was also really nice, I went to one of her talks and it was so great. When I was making her doll I had a hard time trying to decide on the outfit. I finally picked it when I read in the doctor who magazines, the costume edition that she got to keep the coat and shoes from her final episode but then one day she just give it to a charity shop, I was just I need to do that one. When I give it to her she was like ‘Oo shouldn’t really!? And I was just ‘I made it for you, you can have it’ and she was just saying how good it was and we laughed over the coat as she recognized it and re told me the story and I told her that how I picked that outfit. Sorry to any Peter fans i didn’t make him a doll as I was cuting it close and to be honest I kinda forgot about his character and didn’t know how much he care for the character
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The Master (Eric Roberts)
He was cool, He was the only other actor J didn’t give a doll too, you can see I made one to take a picture with. But how I do my pictures and dolls is I look at the schedule (I love schedules) and I take a picture before I have them autographed my book and I give the doll after the picture during the autograph. I like this way as sometimes am bad with names and faces and this is a quick way to figure out who in the picture for me as I can just look at the doll and I never know what pose I should do so this give me one, his schedule didn’t work with my plans and I thought since he was American he probably wouldn’t want this random British character anyways so I didn’t give it to him. He was cool at his booth as he was taking selfie with almost everyone in front of me. (I know after the fact I realized i could have just taken a picture with him and the doll then at the booth, but am sometimes bad socially as I don’t want to take up their time even tho that what you pay for when you pay for photos and autographs but I also feel like am holding up the line when it like last then a minute) in the photos he was nice as he was like here come front and stand here and we can do this nice picture
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River (Alex Kingston)
I was excited for her as she was the first actor I have meet at a con. I did feel a bit embarrassed as when she show my doll as was like “oh it’s a little me? Without any eyes?” And kinda did a laugh and i couldn’t tell if she didn’t like it and was just trying to be nice, but I bet she have a lot of people like this. When I was getting her autograph I was like one of the very last people on the very last day so by that point everyone was tried so when I got up to her booth I had her sign my new book and the old one I had and she seem confused why she was signing it twice, but I thought it was neat as with doctor who is all about time, and meeting again, and I thought it be cool having her sign the same book like 10 years later. Looking back I should have asked her to date it too so it goes with that idea better but that me just reasoning my anxiety and the looking back on it. It was still really great to see all the river cosplayers and having people understand very minor references and getting excited over it! There was one that give me one of tho red round glass stones for a reference to the Ruby in the ruby’s curse
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The Master (Derek Jacobi)
Okay I got super excited again when I learned Jacobi was coming to Gally as I just love the war master audios! And if you know me you know I love the Shaka doctor and master! I made him professor Yana as again I didn’t know which to pick and I thought the first version to officially make it to air, I have a picture of him with the doll and I feel a bit awkward at the moment so I don’t think I will put the other one of me in my Jo cosplay with him. But I feel I look bad in it and it just look like all the others. I got him to sign a shalka picture and I give him my master ribbon with my doll thr ribbon that reads ‘*gasp* “Doctor you’re alive! I mean how dare you!”’ Was that line is actually from the shalka episode. When I was getting food I looked to my left and saw an amazing Simm and Missy pair and I just stop for moments to look before rushing over just “I have a master ribbon! As it just a master line and there so few master ribbons are there, They laughed at it so I think that enjoyed! but for Jacobi my anxiety kicked in and just kinda left like “I hope i didn’t come off as to weird” as I also just keep nodding as I didn’t have any words for that moment
Sylvia (Catherine Tate)
And the best for last! She was just so sweet 😭
I had her sign my river diary first and she said she really liked all the crafting people do for their costumes and props and I was like ‘oh I made that book’ and she was just ‘what!’ And then I showed her the dolls I made her, she couldn’t believe it, first she thought the doll was the doctor but then once I said it was her she got so excited! And I had to give her a wilf too! I thought a Sylvia doll shouldn’t be without a Wilf doll and I thought who wouldn’t want a little Wilf, I give her a ribbon too the one that said “We keep them alive by telling our stories”. she was asking how I made them and looking at all the detail and she was so thankful she got up and give me a hug! Later on I ran into the person who was after me in line at her booth and they told me I accidentally start a crying Chain because it was just so sweet. Oops… I accidentally killed them with kindness. She had ribbons to give out,they said ‘I’ve made you a nice curry’ I think she think it not a cool enough line to give in exchange but I like it as it sweet like a nice cooked meal. But For the picture I wanted it with both so when I went up I asked if she wanted to hold one and she was just “aww Wilf”
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These were all the little other trinkets I got from other people! I was givien them by trade with other fans. All except my little felt dolls obviously
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I had a great times just stopped and handing out ribbons that matched people’s cosplayer a ribbon! It was the last day and I saw a kerblam man and I was going to ask to take a picture and I wait as there was this other person and they turned and I saw their full cosplay and there briefcase and I was just ‘Delgado!’ And he give me a fake daffodil and some pins!
I just loved giving things to people, I was in line for photos and I just hand out ribbons to everyone around me and there was a bill cosplayer and I was just “Bill!” Earlier that day I got another beaded bracelet that was bill theme as this person had bracelets for the female companion, it had Bill’s name and the beads matched her shirt. and to the cosplayer I was just “here do wanted it!” and they like “yes!” So I just give it to them and they give me some trans stickers in return and the person next to us was like this is why I love gally
Another thing that I loved was I give the people at the cosplay repair station my sewing ribbons and they loved it. It was actually sweet as I made the ribbons as I was going to try and make things to pass out but I didn’t finish them, so I just had the ribbons and i wasn’t sure if I should even put those ribbons in my box, but I did and people really liked the saying on it and it made me happy that it was people’s favorite one.
One last funny thing, I had on my ace cosplay and I accidentally let me mom walk away with my phone and in the moment of realization I was just *pat jacket* empty pockets*pat skirt* no pockets. literally my whole schedule and everything was on my phone and with my disability i can’t remember phone numbers or anything (i literally have a note on my phone with emergency contacts and stuff so if I need it) luckily my mom saw she had 2 phones and rush back downstairs to give me my phone back but obviously as a 13 fun I had this scene running though my head
#hahaha while typing this up I realized am very good as just doing the same pose over and over#it’s proof I don’t have any other poses lol#sewing#made out of felt#my art#gally one#gallifrey one#plushies#my sewing#adric doctor who#adric of alzarius#doctor who river#river song#the master#doctor who the master#roberts!master#matthew waterhouse#billie piper#rose tyler#doctor who rose#jackie tyler#doctor who Jackie#camille coduri#eric roberts#alex kingston#jacobi master#jacobi!master#sylvia noble#doctor who wilf#catherine tate
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Hey there! It’s Morgan (@whiskersz) here for the matchup trade! First of all, I’m very happy that you came to me for a trade, I didn’t even know these were a thing before seeing your work!
Some basic info – I’m 20, use he/they pronouns, I’m Bisexual and Nonbinary and I have no preference for the gender of who I’m gonna be matched with :) I'm also Italian!!
So, I guess I should start by saying that I’m quite the introvert. I find it very difficult to start a conversation with people I don’t know and even when we’re already acquainted it takes me a while to open up fully. I’ve been called scary before, which happened also because I naturally look a bit annoyed all the time and apparently I don’t laugh at many things.
Once I open up though, I’m very silly! Literally the definition of ‘just a guy’; I like cats, drawing, painting, watching series and playing videogames and shipping myself and my OCs with my favorite characters, and writing about cute scenarios; I also love shopping and ‘dressing to impress’, I never leave the house with a random outfit, I dress in hopes that somebody in the streets will look at me and think that my style is awesome. So, I would say I kind of like attention in a way. Speaking of my style I always dress like I’m straight from the past, I own stuff that used to belong to people who bought it in the 80s, but even earlier! I also really love anything vintage and I’m somewhat of a maximalist, my desk is a mess of trinkets, action figures and jewellery.
As for what I dislike, I really hate gory scenarios, I can’t stand seeing that kind of thing at all and I actually pass out a lot from just hearing the description of such things. I also generally dislike annoying noises such as loud chewing, and people who don’t respect my boundaries. If somebody is like that, I’m not afraid of telling them that they’re getting on my nerves, though if we’re close I’ll be way kinder to them as I tolerate stuff from my loved ones way easier.
It’s maybe unexpected, but in a relationship I’m very loving and caring and I will worry about anything and everything, I’m also very empathetic so if my partner is feeling down I’ll unfortunately feel down as well, but I’m very willing to ignore my feelings since I’m just basically mirroring what they feel as I would rather be supportive and positive in times of need. My love languages are a mess, I basically express my love through words, actions, gifts and expressing that I want to spend time with each other all together; the last one is a bit more special maybe since I rarely feel up to doing things with people in general.
I don’t want to make this too long, so here’s my deal breakers and then we’re done! I’m not a fan of clinginess, I care about my loved ones a lot but I need a lot of space to practice my hobbies and to do my thing in general. I also dislike people who get angry easily, I’m a very chill person so I’d rather be surrounded by equally chill people. For the rest, just be loyal and honest and then we’re chill!
Hope this is all good! Take your time with this and happy writing :3
I nearly answered the wrong ask lmao. So sorry for the wait I hope you like it!
Your hazbin Hotel match is.....Vox!
For husker:
Don’t judge or blame me….your match is…Vox! I was surprised too since I initially hesitated between Husk and Vaggie….and somehow ended up with Vox.
Vox is a passionate man (demon?) to say the least. You did say that it’s difficult for you to start conversations in general so he’ll be the one starting them (and he likes it). What’s annoying with Vox is that it takes a little something special (his own interest) for him to start considering the person if you know what I mean. That’s why my scenario here is that you were a friend of someone in the Hotel (it can be anyone). Vox is interested in the hotel so he socialized with you to get inside infos. When he realized he actually started enjoying your company he acted like a schoolgirl and completely isolated himself because well it’s the first time! After the V’s saw him in that miserable state of mind they finally decided to confront him. It was effective cuz he confessed a week later.
Vox, as the other V’s, sometimes doesn’t respect boundaries (but not as much as the other two) by wrapping his arm around your shoulder or waist without asking first. But once you put him in his place he’ll accept it and then apologize by treating you to a nice date (plus a bouquet of flowers ofc). Something that’s nice is that he does take criticism (unless it’s from Alastor) but he’s too prideful to apologize properly by words. Instead he’ll take a step back and think about his actions so he won’t repeat the same mistakes.
He loves how good you dress up. He also dress to impress and likes someone that’s like him. He commissions new outfits for you almost weekly and always goes all out (velvet helps with the choices and coordination)! You’re the couple that everyone wants to dress up like if it helps. He relishes in the envious looks people give you both, it’s obvious from the big grin on his face (if you let him, he’ll kiss you and basically give the middle finger to everyone watching). Getting matching jewels is a must. I also see him as a watch type of guy so if you get him one he will wear it all the time. When in public, he speaks first and always starts the conversation so you don’t get awkward. If he feels you getting shy he’ll take over.
Vox is basically vintage himself. I can completely see him collecting stuff from all time periods (beside radios) His house is basically an organized hoarder house. Which means he has strings to bring you some very good and rare stuff. Each month he makes it his personal quest to bring you a box of a few rare items. He also brings with him vinyl for you two. After a long day he enjoys listening to music over a nice diner with you. Then he takes your hand and dances around the kitchen/living room. When he comes back home to you, he gets softer/more honest. He tells you about his ups and downs. He takes your opinion very seriously too.
I believe he is too date with all new series/movies (to be expected since he’s in the entertainment industry). That’s why you can always count on him for good recommendations. But if you introduced him to human world series/movies he’d welcome it! This means that you two always write a recommendation list to the other and it makes up for many common topics!
He sucks at video games. He’s too impatient and loves the fast types of games. He does try to have a healthy competition I promise but he gets all sulky when he loses lol. He’d like to get into more time consuming games but he doesn’t have much time (he did get the idea that it’d be good to get into the game industry to bring/brainwash more demons….). He gets jealous easily and it’s not uncommon to find him criticizing every character you matched yourself with. Oh boy I can’t imagine if it’s an actor….poor actor getting glared at will be so confused.
He enjoys your drawings! He gifts you with the supplies since he knows you like drawing as a mean to encourage you. If you actually started a career he’d back you up. If Vox finances animated series he’d give you a shot of actually present your characters to the artist for inspiration. He’s genuinely proud of you for that. He does criticize to help you out of course and if he doesn’t like it he’ll tell you why. Now for cats…I love cats but I don’t see him as an animal person. He won’t stop you from getting a cat but will get jealous if the kitty gets too much attention. Ironically cats love him….He likes that you support him all the time despite his obvious evil ways. We can say that love is keeping you two together.
Now for some bad parts….It happens that Vox gets all worked up (when a certain someone is involved). It’s very rare that he blows up on you due to stress but it happened once or twice (the reason you’re nearby is that he usually hugs you to calm down). He was fully apologetic afterward and even expected you to break up with him for it. Also he has an unhealthy rivalry with Alastor so yeah….
Tada!
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Gifts Headcanons – Haikyuu Characters; Advent Calendar Day 2
characters: akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, fukunaga, futakuchi, hanamaki, hinata, kageyama, kenma, kita, kuroo, oikawa, osamu, sakusa, suna, tendou, terushima, ushijima x gn!reader
genre & style: fluff
word count: 1.7k
notes: i really tried to turn my creativity on with this one
warnings: mention of food
event’s masterlist │ other gifts headcanons: gnshn ┃ jjk ┃ tkrv
❄ Kageyama seems like a really awkward person. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, but at the same time he doesn’t want to scare you. Tobio’s terrified that if he buys you something much cheaper than a gift that you bought for him, you’ll be upset; but at the same time if he buys you something wayyyy too expensive, he’s scared of you feeling uncomfortable with a cheap gift. There is only one solution to this situation. Kageyama buys you a few gifts (the range of them is from a carton of favorite yoghurt to a gold necklace with little gems in a charm), and he only gives you your present after he receives his, so that he knows which one should he pick.
❄ This precious ball of sunshine sees the whole world in you. Hinata loves you and wants to share his passion for volleyball with you, so he buys you a ball from his favourite brand (be it Mikasa or Molten). Then he tries his best in wrapping it in a red ribbon, and ta-dah! He gives you your present with a bunch of hand-made coupons for private lessons of volleyball with him!
❄ Kuroo looks like a man who would buy you a giant bouquet of your favourite flowers (they can be artificial if you are allergic), and invite you for dinner in an expensive restaurant. He prefers experiences over material goods, so he makes sure to take you somewhere interesting after eating! It may be a simple walk over a nearby lake, or a night in an arcades, Tetsurou choses it based on your likings!
❄ Kenma is a simple boy. Don’t expect him to give you anything other than a game. But don’t get me wrong. He does it only so you can both spend more time together playing this one specific game you’ve been wanting to play with him for so long. But if you really really don’t like playing games, then he buys you something different that has to be connected with your hobby, and preferably, is useful.
❄ Fukunaga wants to give you something you’ll remember forever. That is exactly why he prepares you something to be an experience you will never forget. Your date starts with a dinner he cooked himself, then it moves to his room where he’s prepared a comfy seat for you to rest while he tells you all sorts of jokes he specially prepared for this occasion.
❄ I think that our Grand King starts looking for a gift for you wayyyy too early. It’s only September, when he creates a note in his planner with ideas of what he could possibly get for you. The funniest thing is that, when time finally comes when he’s facing the decision of buying you something, Oikawa goes blank. There’s way too many options scribbled on the dedicated page in his notebook, and across random places (like his note app on the phone, receipts, tissues, pages of magazines). Finally, he proceeds to buy you something he’s remembered you talking about a long time ago, ignoring all of his helpful notes.
❄ You expect him to give you something stupid. A shirt with a low quality meme printed on it, a whole box of these lighters that shock you with electricity when you use it, or just a silly trinket that reminds him of you. But Hanamaki has different plans for a gift for you. After he saw an ad with some beauty products on your phone that seemed to attract your attention, he decided to buy it for you. It may be a mascara, eyeshadow palette, a moisturizing cream or literally anything that makes him think “Wow. A beauty product. So cool.” It doesn’t necessarily need to be a beauty-beauty product, it just has to scream to his little brain that it is a beauty product. He also wants it to be tested on him right after you open it, because he’s curious how good a job he did by buying it for you.
❄ Bokuto is very excited about the idea of exchanging gifts with you. The big boy that he is with the character that he has, I’m sure he buys you a giant teddy bear that’s his height. He wants you to be able to hug him even if it’s not actually him but a plushy. He also gives you a self-made Christmas card that may be a bit crooked and uneven, and stained with way too much glitter, and maybe some of the kanjis are misspelled, but it’s from Bokuto. And that’s what matters the most.
❄ I think that Akaashi buys you something he knows you want but you will never buy it yourself, cause you think it’s not worth the money (even tho you really want it). For some people this thing might be some clothes, for others a book, and for different ones a game or a phone case or literally anything, so I will not give you any specifics. But you get what I mean.
❄ Ushijima straightforwardly asks you if there’s anything you need so that he can provide this to you. He knows he’s not good at reading people, so he doesn’t want to upset you by giving you an unwanted gift. Your ideal answer would be showing him the exact product that you want (for example showing him the exact pair of shoes you want) – he can also work with a specific item (something like I just want a long blue dress or I want a new coffeemaker) – but what feels like a nightmare to him is you saying that you doesn’t care what he gets you. It probably ends with him buying you a horrifying porcelain statue he’s found in the local bazaar or other weird shit.
❄ Tendou, honestly, is a cutie. His idea for a gift is easy. It’s plain. And maybe basic. But it’s something you associate with him the most. He gives you a giant hand-made chocolate bar with nuts or dried fruits in it shaped like your favourite anime or cartoon character. Tendou even goes one step further and adds tiny gold particles in it to make it more bourgeois. And if you are allergic to cocoa – he does it with white chocolate. And if you don’t like white chocolate – he adds crushed freeze-dried fruit to change its taste.
❄ He’s a rational but romantic man. For sure Kita buys you something he knows will be useful in your everyday life that also reminds you of him. It may be a handkerchief that he himself has embroidered floral patterns on it, because he knows you always complain after eating a meal in public that your hands are dirty, and you don’t want to wipe them in your palms; it may be a wallet he has put his picture in before giving it to you, due to the fact that yours has a broken zipper; or a metal key ring with a fox pendant, ‘cause he knows you always lose your keys.
❄ He’s a funny little man, I love him. Atsumu for sure buys you something very original, you’ll remember for ages. My personal headcanon of him is that he highly craves adrenaline, so I think he’ll buy you a voucher for a bungee jump or a parachute jump, or diving with sharks. He also buys one for himself, so you are not alone while doing this crazy thing.
❄ Suna is a lil shit. When you meet for the exchanging of gifts, he acts surprised as if he’s forgotten about it. No matter if you are disappointed or you tell him that nothing has happened, he continues his little game until you two arrive at his place. In the middle of a movie marathon, he hands you an envelope with tickets. These can be tickets to the cinema, to an amusement park, or for a train to a place you've been wanting to go for a long time.
❄ Osamu invites you over for dinner. But it's not just any dinner. It’s a dinner you could buy for a lot of money at a bourgie restaurant, the one with twelve courses, decades-old wine, and someone playing violin in the background (it’s probably someone from his team that has taken a few lessons in their childhood, but hey! it’s the efforts that matters). Oh, he also sends Atsumu to one of their friends, so that you can spend this precious time alone, without the interruption of his annoying (ily Atsumu, dw) twin brother.
❄ Sakusa buys you something small and classy you can wear on special events. It can be a pretty gold brooch, silver cufflinks or a tie clip matching your favourite tie. He wants you to think about him while in situations where you may be stressed, surrounded by lots of people talking to you and not giving you a moment to breathe. When your fingers clasp onto the present he’s given you, you already feel better, even if he’s not by your side.
❄ I think that Futakuchi may try to include a bit of everything when preparing a gift for you. A bit of something hand-made, a bit of something he has to buy, a bit of going out, a bit of food, a bit of something he’s seen you wanting for a long time and a bit of surprise. When you mix it all together, the only thing I can imagine is preparing a round of scavenger hunt. You need to go after the hints he has scattered around the city, only to find out that the final place is his backyard. He then gives you the real present, being something you’ve really wanted, and orders a takeout you can eat in his room while enjoying each other’s presence.
❄ Terushima’s idea for a present for you is at the same time really predictable, but not really. It suits him tho. He makes sure you will not know what he has prepared for you until the moment of exchanging gifts. Terushima buys you pretty (and probably expensive) jewelry for your favourite piercing – and if you don’t have any, he takes you to his piercer and tells you that you can do whatever you want; no matter how many you want, he'll pay for them all.
#haikyuu#akaashi x reader#atsumu x reader#bokuto x reader#fukunaga x reader#futakuchi x reader#hanamaki x reader#hinata x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#kageyama x reader#kenma x reader#kita x reader#kuroo x reader#oikawa x reader#osamu x reader#miya osamu x reader#miya atsumu x reader#sakusa x reader#suna x reader#tendou x reader#terushima x reader#ushijima x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo fluff#kageyama fluff#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#haikyuu x reader#advent calendar#advent calendar haikyuu#!aruu writes
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f.w. headcanons (part ii)
here it is! you’re all too kind to me so i truly hope you enjoy! <3 (I apologize if this headcanon is a bit redundant)
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-he talks about you so much, molly and arthur practically know everything about you. as for the other weasleys you all get along and they make you feel like you’re part of the family
-he’s so excited to show you everything around the house, like his room, the backyard, the small fort all his siblings made together in the woods, the treehouse, and all the little trinkets that litter every available space. he’s practically shaking when he meets you at the train station because he can’t contain his emotions
-he can’t wait for the people he loves the most to be together. the thought of you, his siblings and his parents in the same household just excite him so much and fills him with joy
-when you arrive molly has already made all of your favorites because she knew from all of fred's letters about you and arthur is already asking about how your ride was and if you saw anything interesting (his letters are mostly about you, they only contain 2 sentences about him)
-you get along with molly and arthur very well, they treat you with so much kindness and love. molly lets you cook with her and she shows you old photos of fred. you and arthur have conversations about muggle things he finds interesting and about all the fun experiences you’ve had while art hogwarts
-when fred leads you to his room he shows you his first inventions that he made with george many years ago, seeing his eyes fill with pride is one of your favourite sights
-his side of the room is covered with pictures of you and him, letters and doodles from you and it’s so cute “george says it’s creepy like it’s some sort of shrine.” “i wouldn’t expect any less from you.”
-he lets you rummage through the old clothes that are too small for him and keep them. they still smell like him, a mixture of cinnamon, ash, pine, and orange
-sneaking down to the kitchen while everyone sleeps and eating cake outside
-baking 4am cookies with fred, trying your hardest not to laugh and make a lot of noise, but it just ends up with the two of you feeding each other the cookie dough then getting stomach aches the next morning
-throwing popcorn at him, him diving to try and catch it, probably leading to his head banging against a table (pouty fred trying to ignore you but ultimately failing when you kiss him all over his face)
-sitting around a fire with his entire family as they all laugh and tell stories, his arm around your shoulders and your head leaning against his
-water chugging competitions, you always win
-staring competitions, he’ll always pull odd faces in an attempt to get you to crack or tickle you with strands of your hair
-stargazing in his old treehouse, holding hands and falling asleep in that position. (imagine fairy lights everywhere, there's a record player in the corner playing si tu n’etais pas la, you’re both under a blanket and you’re tracing words onto his palm making him guess what your message is)
-he comes up from behind you and drapes a blanket over your shoulders while hugging you and talking into your hair, his speech being muffled
-refusing him kisses before class if he’s the reason you’re late, to which he’ll reply by lightly pulling your hair when you try and walk away from him. he doesn’t show any signs of relenting so you quickly turn around and kiss him hard while gripping on his collar, but as soon as he tries to deepen it you turn and rush through the classroom door quickly
-while walking down a corridor together he’ll twirl you around
-sometimes he’ll just hold you up because he wants to admire you. or he’ll prop you on a desk or dresser just so you’re face to face, so he can look at every feature on your face
-i cannot stress enough how warm his hugs are, they completely engulf you and all you can smell is his jumper and you can feel his heartbeat, his hands gripping at the ends of your sweater then slowly running up and down your back in your jumper and he’ll nudge your leg with his knee as an indicator for you to step into him so there's practically no space between the two of you
-slow dancing, he’ll hold you tightly to his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist and your head will be on his shoulder while you play with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. you’ll have hushed conversations about what you want to do in the future, all the places you wanna travel to together, and all the domestic things you can’t wait to do together (while the catfish and the bottlemen cover of read my mind plays in the back)
-pretending to have mini-concerts in his dorm, using random objects as microphones, screaming, jumping around on every surface that will allow it (in my mind fred dances like jarvis cocker)
-if you’re both singing he’ll claim that you’re outshining him so he’ll try and cover your mouth, which leads to you covering his mouth, which ends with him just him licking your hand and you rubbing it off on him “you did not.” “yes, and i’ll do it again.” he’ll take off running, causing you to chase him
-the two of you sitting next to each other while listening to music and you’ll start to head bop, then he’ll start to head bop together in unison
- during lessons he’ll slip little sweets into your hand
-he’ll nudge your ribs while you’re trying to pay attention to class and whispers to you “i’m so in love with you darling.” to which you’ll just grin and hold his hand under the table, tracing shapes onto the back of it
-he definitely throws things at you randomly, at any given location, nothing that would hurt you obviously
-sometimes he’ll just stop mid-sentence and look at you in awe, his mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. his smile is so bright and genuine, his dimples are so prominent and his eyes crinkle and it’s so contagious, you can’t help but hold his face and kiss his forehead lightly
-he admires you so so much, you motivate him to work as hard as he can because one day he hopes that his business will be enough to sustain a life that he wants to give you, he wants to give you the world and he wants to encourage you to follow your dreams as much as you do for him
-very specific compliments “your earlobes are a really nice shape” “i really like the space between your eyebrows” “ahh your nose is just so cute i just wanna poke it all day”
-he gave you a locket and it has a picture of you and him on your first hogwarts train ride together. and whenever he gets the chance he’ll put it on for you, he loves sweeping your hair out of the way and softly putting the necklace around your neck
-matching rings
-fred definitely knows how to make bracelets and rings, i feel like he’d always make them for ginny and molly on holidays. he’d make you so many, and on your birthday he gave you a really ornate silver jewelry box
-he loves brushing your hair
-whenever you’re staying up whether it be studying or writing an essay he will not allow himself to sleep until you’re done, he says people who suffer together stay together. he’ll also try to shovel food in your mouth and make you drink water or tea to assure sure you’re not depriving yourself. in return, you stay up with him while he’s trying to perfect the products he wants to sell. you’ll sit side by side bumping knees and rubbing his back while he scribbles into his notebook
-sometimes he’ll ask for you to lean your back against his because he still wants to be able to work and be around you, but he gets distracted by your face because he just wants to kiss you every time he sees your eyebrows furrow as you reread a paragraph, or your tongue dart out of your mouth, or a tendril of hair slip from your ponytail and onto your face
-he’s not one to be very hard on himself about attendance, but if you are he’ll wake you up and remind you that you have a test to get to, or you have to attend practice. he’ll help you get ready but as soon as he drops you off he’ll go back to sleep or go to the kitchens to get food for you and him for after your class or practice
-he’s so good at comforting people, he takes it after molly. it may seem at times that he’s insensitive due to his playful nature, but if he sees that you’re frantically flipping through pages, nibbling at the end of your pen he will hold your face tenderly between his hands and reassure you in a soft and sincere voice “why’re you being so hard on yourself? can’t you see how hard you’re working and how accomplished you are?” “take a rest, beautiful, you deserve it.” “i’m so proud of you, you have no idea how much you push me to work harder.” “you’ve got a stunning mind, but i think you should give it a break okay?” “you’re so resilient, angel, you can do this okay? i’m right here.”
-if you have a headache he’ll massage your head. if any part of your body hurts he’ll try and soothe it. he’ll pause occasionally to kiss whatever part is in pain
-(for any female, male or non-binary angels that get their period)he’ll keep his hands over where you’re cramping and he’ll let you curl around him. he even bought you a huge body pillow because he’d want you to use it when he couldn’t be with you. he’ll feed you whatever you crave and he’ll read to you or sing quietly to you (fred with an acoustic ahhh). he’ll constantly reassure you, saying that you only have a couple more days left, and if the pain is really bad he’ll try and soothe you to sleep. fred also keeps track of your period, he’s surprisingly really really good with dates
-he likes humming you to sleep while he pushes the hair out of your face, rubs your back, and kisses your forehead lightly
-if you’re about to do something you’re really nervous about he’ll look you in the eyes, grab both of your hands and encase them in has after leaving kisses on them. then he’ll place them on his chest and give you a reassuring grin
-when he gets hurt from quidditch you stay next to him the entire time he’s in the hospital wing, the two of you playing cards or helping him plan a future prank
-he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger and kisses you softly. you two have to stop occasionally because one of you will giggle, causing you to nudge your noses together
-he’ll wake up randomly in the middle of the night and nudge you until you stir “go to sleep fred.” “nooo let’s talk, i wanna have a conversation.” “can’t we talk tomorrow, it’s your fault i’m so tired.” “but love, all these thoughts, amazing beautiful one of a kind thoughts are ripe in my mind now, if we talk tomorrow i won’t remember.” “isn’t that a relief?” “c’monnnnnn.”
-a lot of back and forth bickering “wow, i’m speechless.” “finally.” “shut up freddie.” “look who’s talking.” “you are.” “no you are.” “no now you are.” “you. are.” “shut up.” “we’re back at square one i see.”
-the two of you reeling over in laughter, tears slipping down your cheeks and gasping for air (all. the. time.)
-during the train ride to hogwarts he leans against the wall of the cabin while you lean on his chest, then you’ll take everyone's jackets and use them as blankets and pillows. you’ll cuddle, eat random sweets, and nap throughout the entire ride
-he constantly takes pictures of you and he has an entire box filled of them, the box also has tickets from shows you went to together, receipts from random dates you’ve been on and little notes you’ve passed during class. he plans to keep all of these to decorate the flat he hopes he can live in with you
-he will randomly run into your room, drop a bag and rush out as quickly as he came. usually there are your favorite sweets, socks, candles and a new book. in return you try and spoil him as much as spoils you because he deserves the world
#fred weasley#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley fanfiction#harry potter#weasley twins
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receiving gifts!!
Oh noice! A good one! Need to be out of me brains for a bit.
Who doesn't enjoy the idea of showering Martin with gifts! Afterall the character deserves it!
does your muse enjoy giving gifts? He really does,more so than actually he realises. In the beginning of your relationship, he finds himself picking up random trinkets. Just so many things reminded him of you. The way the sun would bounce off a street sign just right. The smell of lawn clippings and the early morning air. The neighbors dog barking in the distance, the sound of a garbage truck scraping against fresh metal. One of the first 'gifts' he offered was a really cool looking rock that seemed to resemble a clover. You were really into rocks and crystals, he found himself visiting random shops. The places always smelled funny,
what is a gift your muse is hoping to receive? A hand written note just from you. Martin is the type to crave attention, but is always too shy to voice his actual needs. He longs to know that he's still the apple of you eye, but he could never ask. At least, not really. He just wants to know that the feelings are mutual. He needs you to spell it out for him. He's so used to your sweet demeanor and words of affirmation. He longs to see it spelled out in black and white
does your muse prefer receiving more practical or fun gifts?- Either or. Martin loves when you splurge on pieces for the kitchen. A new engine for the dishwasher to alleviate your stress. He could easily take care of the problem for you, but he didn't mind you deciding to take control. You knew that he had a problem sitting still, his fidget rings and all that. You'd often gift him small toys that would hold his attention. Crossword books and the like. While out in town, whenever you found something that might hold his attention,best believe you were taking it home. It was always a gift if it meant that you were thinking of him.
does your muse like it when someone spends a lot of money on them?: Not in the slightest. He loathed the idea, but simply had to get used to it. You seemed to enjoy the idea of showering him with every single type of gift. A small trinket that you found on the street, a new camera...a paid vacation to a seemingly remote spot. He could never seem to keep up with your enthusiasm, but his gifts were sentimental in ways that you couldn't seem to fathom. Whatever you bought him always seemed pale in comparison.The both of you andamt on showing each other that you were completely loved.
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GN Reader x Ace, No warnings just fluff, ~785 words
Prompt 2: “It wasn't easy.” Random word: sun
After three months stuck at home, Ace decided it was time for a change of pace.
This is my second fic for @silenceofthecookies‘s Totally Random Creation’s Challenge. Hope you enjoy and you can also read it below!
Indoor Day Out
“Babe! Babe! Open up! I forgot my keys!”
You woke up from your nap on the couch to the incessant knocking made by your boyfriend Ace. Bleary-eyed, you stumbled your way to the front door. As you opened it, you were surprised to see a mountain of objects, trinkets, and nicknacks that he bought from the store.
“Where? What? H-How did you get all of this?” you stuttered while rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes.
“Well let me tell you; It wasn’t easy.” He grinned as he moved past you with a large box in each of his hands.
“Ace...What is all of this? What did you do?” You watched as he dragged an inflatable pool through the house along with a tent.
“Well, babe. We’re in lockdown and since we can’t go on our yearly camping trip, I decided to bring the trip to us.” He paused in his unpacking to grab your face and kiss your nose.
You thought back to the various camping trips you went on with your dear boyfriend. Indeed on some of them, you went hiking through lush forests or arid deserts. Sometimes you rented a lake or beach house. Other times you just drove through remote towns on abandoned roads.
“Camping” was actually an umbrella term used when you went on an adventure date. As long as it wasn’t an urban setting and you weren’t surrounded by many people, then any date can be qualified as camping. That being said, you didn’t understand why Ace was dragging fake palm trees and flamingos through the house.
“Sweetie...Yes, everything is closed now but they’ll reopen eventually. Plus, we could always go on a drive and never leave the car so we won’t break any social distancing rules.”
You pouted at your man who moved on to the kitchen to unpack the groceries. You spotted an insane amount of marshmallows shoved into the cabinet.
“I know baby but we’ve been in this house for three months now and we probably have to be here for the next six since people don’t know how to wear a mask. These items are supposed to entertain us for those next six months so stop worrying.” He hugged you tightly and you snuggled into the embrace.
“So this isn’t all for one day.” You were relieved that your boyfriend wasn’t a complete airhead.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t spend $500 on something that would only last one day.” He gave you a peck and quickly made his way out of the kitchen. You stood stunned for a few seconds before following him to the car.
“5-500 dollars?” You screeched at his back.
“I may have maxed out my credit card.” He shrugged and sent you a semi-apologetic smile.
“ACE!” You were seriously rethinking your thoughts about your boyfriend being an airhead.
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It took Ace an entire day to unload the items from the car. By the time the sun went down, your house was cluttered with an assortment of succulents, road signs, and at least 45 different flavors of ice cream.
The sun setting did not stop Ace from wanting a late-night swim in the inflatable pool which you vehemently denied.
“No. Stop pouting. The sun went down and so did the temperature. It’s not hot enough to swim and I don’t see how you can turn a plastic pool into a jacuzzi.”
Ace gave a watch-me-and-see smirk which you shut down with a glare. You rummaged through the miscellaneous items strewn about the house until you found a picnic blanket. You went over to Ace and shrouded him with the blanket before kissing his cheek.
“Watch the stars with me?”
Ace gave a cute puppy dog smile and picked you up bridal-style, taking you outside. He shifted you to his back as he smoothed the blanket out on the soft grass of your backyard. He gently laid you on the blanket before going back inside for a lantern and some snacks. After turning the lantern on low, he laid down next to you. You snuggled into his chest as he pointed out constellations, giving them absolutely ridiculous names such as “Fire Fist.”
After a while, his rambling quieted and all you heard was soft snoring as his breath tickled your cheek. You looked down at your boyfriend who you were forced to stay with for three months. You appreciated the effort he put into cheering you up during lockdown. You smiled thinking about everything he bought and couldn’t wait for all the things he was planning. With that, you kissed his forehead before snuggling back into his chest allowing his strong heartbeat to lull you to sleep.
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#cookies totally random challenge#one piece x reader#portgas d ace x reader#one piece#Portgas D. Ace#words of ki
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I hate you means I love you in android
This was prompted by a lovely anon! I enjoyed writing this so much, I tried to change my writing style a bit, I hope you like a story heavier on the humour.
Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 [Part2]
‘Detective Reed? A package for you.’ Gavin looked up from his work, at the small box in the ST300’s hands and then up to her. ‘Oh. Thank you.’ He took the box and smiled when he couldn’t find the return address. Eagerly he opened it and grinned as he took out the small piece of blue cardboard. Because I know you always forget to eat chasing the bad guys. Gavin huffed and laid the card to the many others that he gathered in his drawer to read when he needed something to cheer him up. Then he dug deeper into the box and retrieved four blueberry muffins. Immediately, Gavin’s stomach began to act up, prompting him to eat one right now, but first he threw away the empty box. The muffins were amazing, and he wondered whether they were self-made or store-bought. Gavin knew that considering from who they came both would likely cost a fortune. But it didn’t matter to him, really. They were tasty and he was hungry.
He didn’t notice how Nines glared at every bite disappearing in his mouth as if it had personally offended him. This was his human. He didn’t know it yet and Nines wasn’t ready to tell the man his feelings, but at the very least they were friends. Very, very close friends. Gavin would tell him if he were dating someone, right? He shook his head. Gavin was a free individual. He didn’t have to tell him anything and if Nines didn’t have the guts to tell him, then that was his fault only. He had no business to feel envious of a stranger if he hadn’t done anything to deserve something else. At least that was what his logic told him. But logic and emotions were two entirely different things, if not even opposites to begin with.
The packages weren’t regularly. Nines suspected that whoever send them intended them to be a surprise. But that made it all the more different to find out who left the packages at the front desk. He had made note of the arriving times of the boxes and tried to find a system, anything. Maybe he was a bit too fanatic about this, but Nines was far too lost in his task already. When it was food, it came close to the break. If it was sweets, it arrived in the morning, around an hour after work began. Little trinkets, Gavin gathered on his table or took home with him usually came with these packages or near closing time. Unfortunately, he couldn’t make out any system at what day it would be either of these things as it seemed entirely random to him.
It chewed at him. Nines hated not knowing. And seeing Gavin smile and grin whenever he opened a package made it worse. Whoever send those packages made him happy. And while Nines wanted the Detective to be happy, there was a selfish part inside that wanted to be the reason for that himself. He tried to be near the lobby during the times he had figured out the next week. But the packages still arrived, and Nines couldn’t make out who left them at the precinct. Asking the ST300 didn’t help either. She had promised the person not to reveal their identity to anyone and she wouldn’t break that promise. Noble. But not helping.
Nines was at the end of his wits. Yes, he could take a free day and wait in front of the DPD for 24 hours. But was that worth it? Yes, it was, it was for Gavin after all, but others would ask him what he was doing and he was not explaining that to anyone. He sighed as Gavin threw the box away, a small cat keychain sitting on his desk now. What could he do to find out? What could he do to tell Gavin how he felt? He could do what humans did and just speak to him of course. But he was far too scared to do that. And even admitting hurt. Maybe… Yes, that could work. Or at least break the ice and make talking to Gavin unavoidable.
Gavin of course, was completely oblivious to Nines’ struggle. He struggled to get the chain on his keys, but the little ring slipped off all the time. ‘Hey, Nines?’ He looked up at the android with a lopsided grin. ‘Hey, this is kinda embarrassing, but could you help me? I can’t get the phcking ring on there! But it’s so cute!’ Without changing his facial expression one millimetre from “resting bitch face” – how Gavin described it – or “neutral” – how Nines saw it – he accepted both objects and hooked them together without even looking. ‘Phcking show-off’, Gavin laughed. ‘Thanks, toaster!’
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When Gavin came to his desk the next day, a package was already sitting on his desk, next to a coffee. He frowned. Normally they weren’t here so early. But oh well, maybe someone had been crammed a few hours more and changed schedule a bit. He smiled and shook his head. ‘Hey, Nines, how long’s this been here?’ The android looked up. ‘Oh, it was already there when I started working.’ ‘Okay’, Gavin shrugged. He sat down and decided that work could wait for a moment. He tore through the tape and opened both flaps. On top of it sat a card he took, expecting some stupid, well-meant message. Instead he was surprised with neat, almost printer like handwriting in Cyberlife font Gavin had learned to know so well. He didn’t think to look up and read it again. I don’t know who sends you these packages, but I care about you too. I hope you two are happy together.
What. Yeah, no way he had read that right. But the words didn’t change the second, the third or the fourth time. Inside the box sat a tiny stuffed cat plush that looked far too fluffy not to touch. Still, Gavin resisted. ‘Err… Hey, Nines?’ He looked at the android with a deep red blush. ‘I think we really should have a talk.’ The android had the audacity to look guilty as he nodded and stood up to follow him. Gavin just couldn’t believe it. He led Nines out to the smoker corner and smiled at him. If he had been right… Oh that was far too funny. ‘Nines, I don’t know what you thought, but let me tell you, my brother sends me those packages.’ The android’s eyes suddenly widened in shock and Gavin couldn’t help but giggle. ‘Hey, no hard feelings, I get it! It is kinda weird if you think about it.’ ‘I thought… Because they come so often and look expensive…’ ‘I don’t have a secret admirer’, Gavin laughed. ‘Promise to keep a secret?’ Nines just nodded. ‘My brother is Elijah Kamski. We agreed to never tell anyone, because it would be awkward for us both. But well, he is stinking rich and loves spoiling his little brother. And what can I say, I love the attention. We don’t see us that often with him always at work.’ Nines by now was blushing a deep shade of blue. ‘I didn’t know…’
‘Hey, that’s fine’, Gavin said softly. But he couldn’t keep his mischievous grin from his face long enough. He slowly took the card from his pocket. ‘Now I have question’, he began, waving the card around. ‘What’s this?’ ‘I don’t know’, Nines stated, LED red and body rigid, face unreadable. Well, unreadable for everyone else, not for Gavin. ‘You care about me?’ ‘I do not’, Nines said neutrally and dismissive, already walking back to the precinct with large steps. ‘The kitty on my desk begs to differ!’, Gavin called after him trying to catch up. ‘I don’t know who send you this.’ ‘Aw, but I know only two people writing like this and one hates me to the bone!’ ‘I hate you, too’, Nines reported, opening the door and holding it open just long enough so it fell directly in Gavin’s face.
Grinning the man pushed it open and ran after Nines. He didn’t need to know more than that.
[>next part]
#detroit become human#dbh#Reed900#RK900#Gavin Reed#Elijah Kamski#I love this????#Gavin might be OOC but I don't care he got adorable sudddenly#baby needs to be happy for once I torture Gavin enough during vent writing#hope you like it#experimenting with writing styles usually end bad this one I actually like
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LoL Chapter 39- Periapts
Masterpost
A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)
How many hermits does it take to find protection amulets? And not bring home even more junk like a target run? And what do they do when the Guild of Gedeon discovers them?
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“Grian, those shoes are worthless for you- you already have wings!” Iskall waves his arms, exasperated by his shopping buddies. In the midst of the Redland bazaar, the hermits have separated out to find supplies they both need and could use. Iskall tones himself down as two Gedeons walk by, the entire area going quiet and watching as the council guildmembers march on. What are they doing in Redland?
“Yeah, but you don’t. You guys could use it though!” Grian buys the sandals without second thought, and without haggling for the price. Mumbo groans. They have yet to even purchase a protection or repelling item- or any amulet. He’s not sure if Grian understands saving money, and can only look away, across the busy, bustling bazaar to see who else is having better luck.
Hypno can’t help but play with the dowsing rods in his hands, only for xB to grab one rod before the two pieces can cross paths. “Those aren’t a toy, give me those things. Do you want to summon a storm?”
“It could be useful! A big storm to battle off a husk storm!” Hypno grins, before patting his hands against his friend’s shoulder. “It’s alright, man, we can grab some talismans right after this. But this is too cool to pass up!”
Together, with xB’s innate kipling knowledge of enchantments, they pick out a few talismans. Wards against harm and unfortunate thoughts. Removing the law of attraction, or at least easing it. Two of the talismans were mass produced, before xB advised Hypno that unique amulets were likely stronger, picking through boxes and glass cases full of strange, vibrant pieces.
But it doesn’t take long for xB to get distracted on his own. Reeling back when he sees it. “Whoa, I didn’t know these still existed! I thought the last of the moodium ores have died out!”
“But xB, we’re supposed to be looking for amulets.” Hypno mimics xB, but he’s grinning. “What even is it?”
“It’s a mood ring!” xB’s voice rises and falls to make it sound mysterious.
Hypno isn’t much impressed. “You mean the trinkets you get from the candy store as a kid?”
“No! Those were inspired by real mood rings. Watch this.” xB slips the ring on, and covers the pink, round cut gem and closes his eyes. Hypno snickers, watching for the stone to change color just because of xB’s body heat. His snicker fades, lip quivering as he feels globs of hot tears fall from his eyes. What the hell, why is he crying? Why does he feel so sad?
“You…” xB’s grin and a wiggle of his bejeweled finger is all he needs to see to know what’s happened. “Asshole! You changed my emotions!”
“No, I didn’t. You were already sad about something, I just amplified that. I also can smell that you didn’t brush your teeth this morning.” xB covers his nose, pulling off the ring before taking a deep, relieving breath.
Hypno isn’t sure what he’s sad about, but it was obviously there. He wipes away the tears, large droplets and streams down his cheeks. Ruining his cool guy attitude, just crying in some random shop in the middle of a bazaar. He looks around for something to raise his epic points, but becomes distracted when he sees three Gedeons roughing up a shopkeep, demanding some kind of council tax he never heard of. In fact, all of the bazaar is quieter than other times he’s been to Redland. As if a nightmare patrols with Sidero’s henchmen. Perhaps that’s what saddens him. Even here, the Council’s influence is felt.
Further down, nestled in an arcade offshoot, Ren, Jevin, and Cleo are in the middle of an intense battle. Not with swords or magic, but words.
“300 rupees.” Cleo declares, holding up the protection talisman. The sigilized stone dangles in the air, twisting and casting it’s armoring gaze out on the bazaar.
“800, little lady.” The portly merchant reaches out, threading his fingers around the cord and starts to pull it back.
“350, and you get to keep your fingers for calling me a lady.” Cleo lays her other hand on the hilt of her sword, smiling a demure grin, her sickly green skin stretching for him to see.
“Fine.” The merchant untangles himself from the fight and the amulet, grumbling under his breath as he takes the money from Jevin’s outstretched hand. “I dunno why people are suddenly buyin’ up all the protection amulets. There some kinda guild war about to break out?”
“Not exactly.” Ren snickers, before trodding out of the tent and back into the sunlight. If he were on Eremita, he’d stretch out and sunbathe, sunglasses perched just so that he can see the clouds make their own creations in the sky. His daydream is ruined, however, when he feels a rap against his rear, tail tucking between his legs.
“Hey boy, wanna get the stick?” Jevin teases, waving a snarled old staff for Ren.
The mixed-up mage isn’t amused- though, the werewolf in him does make his heart beat in excitement to chase a stick. “My dude, I’m not even a real werewolf. I just know I rock a tail and ears.”
Cleo shakes her head. “This is ridiculous. Who would waste 2000 rupees on some stick? These merchants are out of their mind. Now I see why Scar left his home.”
“That’s not just ‘some stick’ li-” The merchant stops when a flash of metal glints against the sun, backing up until Cleo sheathes her sword again. “I- it’s a shift stick. It’s a one time use, takes the holder back in time a minute. A do over, a chance to fix a mistake. Perhaps even more useful than any stone necklace. One of a kind, and for such… unique customers like you, I’ll lower the price to 1500 rupees.”
Jevin pulls out 5 gold rupees, before Ren and Cleo can say anything, and clutches the stick. “Totally worth it.”
“How do we even know if it works?” Ren isn’t sure if it does exactly what it claims to do. They may have bought the most expensive branch in the world, but Jevin refuses to let it go.
“We can ask Xisuma. He can check or something, he’s a smart guy.” Jevin shrugs. They have enough money, especially with how well Cleo’s haggling has gone. They could buy three shift sticks with the money they’ve been given, and still have enough to buy even more talismans.
The three wander along the bazaar, meeting with other hermits on their way. BDubs and Keralis show off an entire chest of shielding stones, while Scar is laden with more golden amulets than anyone. When Cleo presses him on how he managed to find so many unique and powerful charms, he only smiles. “I know a thing or two about the trade business.”
“Those are the dragon spirits on them.” Cub points out the twisting, dancing dragon. Without wings and the white pearl accents, it’s easy to identify which of the spirits is depicted. Ashtios, the Northern Wind Dragon. Another depicts winged dragons, finned dragons, sheared dragons. Fire, water, and earth. The spirits and sages that aided the gods to create the earth, and who provide median between the two realms. Nothing is more protective than a dragon, and they can feel the strength in the spell of each amulet.
Down the bazaar, the hermits jump at the sound of metal clashing and magic being cast. Followed by yelling, Keralis and Doc are chased from a shop. The shopkeep waves her broom at the two. “What kind of freak eats a bug in the middle of my store! Get back here you cretins!”
Doc’s gruff snicker is only matched by Keralis’s whimper. “But it was gonna help us. It was just a noisy locust.”
The two escape from the bazaar, disappearing into the crowds of Redland. BDubs points in the direction his friends just escaped, blinking away confusion. “Should we be concerned about them?”
“Keralis is with Doc, he’ll be fine.” Xisuma waves. “Besides, their grown men.”
“Looks like we weren’t the only ones who got distracted by other goods.” Cleo nods her head at the books in X’s arms.
Xisuma looks offended by the statement, and stutters over his breath to explain himself. ‘The-these are ancient works! They could have important information about dark magic!” He looks at the stick Jevin’s holding. “What kinda crap are we bringing home now?”
“We have flying shoes.” Iskall holds them aloft, Grian preening the white feathers flat against the golden laces.
“Dowsing rods and a mood ring.” xB keeps the metal rods far away from Hypno, who seems all too keen on starting up a hurricane in the city.
“And what we hope is a stick that can turn back time.” Jevin holds it up. “Otherwise I’m going to use this stick to beat that merchant for lying.”
Lucky for Jevin and the merchant, Xisuma can feel the magic in the whorls of the wood. “I’ll say, these are all pretty impressive. Useless for our cause but… temporal magic is difficult. Were all our rupees wasted on things we didn’t intend to buy?”
“Not the Convex!” Cub grins, hefting the smaller of the duo over his head, blue embers gleaming from their eyes. “We have enough protection amulets to destroy whatever Dolios got!”
Xisuma opens his mouth to answer, but another voice cuts through the air, his own faltering and fading against his mask. “Now what reason could you have to go against Magistrate Dolios?” All of the hermits turn, seeing a squadron of members from the Guild of Gedeon, red tassels that mimic the Council’s golden ones fluttering in the wind. Behind them, the broom wielding merchant sticking her tongue out at the hermits. “Wait a minute- I think I’ve seen these scum before.” The center mage points at Mumbo. “You beat me in the duel!”
Xisuma meets his gaze with TFC, both with their eyes wide. Behind him, Iskall rolls up his sleeves and snaps his gloves tight, ready for a fight. Mumbo’s fraught voice whispers out from beneath his mustache. “No one bought any smoke bombs, did they? Anyone?”
The guildmembers hear his words, and three magic circles rise. Mumbo shrieks and hides behind Grian. “Why did we have to send our two best fighters to Alphasgard?”
Wind blusters against the hermits, tearing flags against their poles and sending the bazaar into chaos. Grian’s wings open, flight feathers brushing against the stone walls on both sides of the bazaar. He beats his wings down, and a gale force wind sends the bucket-headed goons of the Council knocking into one another, rolling down and into the mudcaked gutter. “Alright, I think the shopping spree is over guys. Time to bounce!”
One second, the head mage is on his feet, the next he’s collapsed on the floor, snoring. Hypno’s wild purple magic circle twists in his hand, eyes blank and full of sleep while he searches his own mind. Digging through his dreams. The other two wizards slip their way out from the gutter, sharp spines of one’s spell driving forward like horns of a bull. But a dense fog appears in the midday sun.
It’s also bright blue. Beef turns, taking the sudden cover as his chance to escape. All of the hermits follow suit, though Joe remains a few paces behind to follow Hypno. “Blue fog that smells faintly of cotton candy...I would love to study your psyche and dreams one day, my dear friend Hypno.”
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HI I SAW THAT YALL DIDNT GET MANY ASKS AND I LOVE YALLS WRITING SO CAN I GET HCS W AN AGED UP PRO HERO KIRISHIMA AND A SHORT SCIENTIST S/O (GN! PRONOUNS PLS) AND HE LOVES BUYING THEM STUFF AND THEYRE LIKE "i have an income bro" AND ITS REALLY FLUFFY PLEASE AND THANK YOU. HERE'S SOME LOVE ❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️
Scientist!Reader x Pro Hero!Kirishima who loves giving presents
🥊~OMG WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I literally rolled around on my floor and squealed. THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUUUU ❤️❤️❤️❤️
🥊~AND YES THIS IS AN AMAZING CONCEPT AND KIRI IS HIGHKEY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!! 🥺 I love him he’s baby!! 💝
🥊~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader as requested :)))
🥊~I rlly hope you like these!!! I enjoyed writing them!❤️❤️❤️
🎁~ Okay so right off the bat 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
🎁~ THIS MAN LOVES YOU WITH HIS WHOLE ENTIRE HEART!!!!
🎁~ So never expect anything less than to be showered with love and presents EVERY DAY!
🎁~ As a pro you already know Kiri makes that BANK so of course he’s gonna spend it on you!
🎁~ He’ll go to stores and stop by gift shops during his patrol or break time and pick up a few things for you.
🎁~ Gifts from him can range from shirts or sweaters, to cute bracelets, to even action figures and your favorite foods.
🎁~ One time this man really bought a step stool for you as a joke and you actually ended up using it. 😭 He thinks you’re so adorable.
🎁~ Seriously Kiri is one to always spoil his s/o!!!
🎁~ Then he’ll just casually drop by your work and be like, “Omg hiiii babe I got you presents ily” 🥺
🎁~ “Eiji I’m in the middle of a shift-“
🎁~ “Me too but I just saw this in a shop and it reminded me of you.” :)))))
🎁~ HE IS A TREASURE ITS SO ADORABLE!
🎁~ He’ll also lean down and pick you up and give kissies and hugs because you’re so little and he always wants to make you feel loved and safe.
🎁~ He’ll never say it but he LOVES that you’re shorter than him.
🎁~ Part of you is so touched but also you’re a scientist and you got stuff to DO! So whenever he does come by it’s often really short because both of you have to get back to work.
🎁~ There’s barely any resting for you at work, but during the times he does stop by and bring you food or presents, you can’t help but thank him for the tiny break away from all the hustle and stress.
🎁~ If you have co workers they’ll always tease you both and secretly aww in the background.
🎁~ Kiri will also never mention it but he loves it when you come out in a lab coat or safety wear. HIS BBY IS DOING THAT WORK AND MAKING THAT BANK TOO YESSSS HE’S SO PROUD OF YOU-
🎁~ In the beginning his visits were very random and unexpected but now you kinda grow to get excited everyday because he never ever breaks his streak of stopping by at some point EVERY DAY! Busy patrol or not. This man will straight up walk in carrying takeout and a cute little beaker plushie for you all the while looking like a whole beat up mess.
🎁~ “EIJI WHAT HAPPENED!”
🎁~ “Pshhhhhh don’t worry I’m fine, look I got food.”
🎁~ “Thank you but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re bleeding-”
🎁~ “I’m okay I promise, I still kicked butt so it’s fine. Also I bought this cute sciency keychain for you!” :))))
🎁~ Please help him I-
🎁~ He’s so passionate in his love for you and it’s so pure and lovely.
🎁~ Side note: As a pro you already know that this boy is now a big beefy stronk MAN and you love that about him! So whenever he comes in and people see your size difference they can’t help but think about how adorable it is!!
🎁~ He always asks you about how your day was and if you discovered anything new or conducted any new experiments.
🎁~ “Ei you do know that being a scientist isn’t all experimenting right?”
🎁~ “I mean...kinda but also I’m really proud of you and I wanna know what you do at work.” 🥺🥺
🎁~ He always wants to check up on you because he sees so much hurt and gore while on the job and just hearing about your day or your achievements is just so refreshing and exciting to him.
🎁~ But then sometimes the presents will be expensive on the low...
🎁~ “Kiri what the heck?!”
🎁~ “Whatttt it’s just a cute little gift?”
🎁~ “That costs so much!! You know I have a paycheck too right?”
🎁~ “Yeah but I do too and I wanna use it to make you happy.” :))))
🎁~ BLESS HIM HE CANNOT DO NO WRONG!!
🎁~ All of his trinkets and gifts cover tabletops and desktops and shelves and just everywhere because there are SO MANY-
🎁~ Keep him he loves you.
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Birds Still Sing When They Fall From The Sky
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7/ part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 belongs to this
content warnings: mourning, funeral, isolating oneself/ pushing people away despite needing support, mention of past character death, drowing used as a metaphor briefly, guilt about feeling happy, beginning of depression (I am not sure about this, but just to be safe), not a comforting ending, touching a dead person
This is still not the ending. I will write "final chapter" or something above the actual final chapter
also please tell me if I should put brief summaries of what happened at the beginning of the following chapters in case anything is too upsetting for you to read
Geralt didn’t cry. Not yet. Maybe he never would.
All he wanted to do was lie here and never open his eyes again. What was the point? The man he had dedicated decades of his life to was gone. By all accounts, there should be nothing left for him to do.
And yet, when the sun began to rise, so did Geralt.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jaskier. He looked so peaceful, the smile he had fallen asleep with, still on his face, a lock of hair falling into his eyes.
Geralt brushed it away as tenderly as he could. His fingers touched cold skin. He knew it was nonsensical, but that didn’t stop him from pulling the blanket tighter around Jaskier. He couldn’t let him be cold. Not when the sun was rising and spring was just settling in, eager to warm Jaskier.
When the cries of the early birds shattered the crushing silence, Geralt got up as he had always done.
As impossible as it seemed, he still had things he needed to do. Things, Jaskier needed him to do.
His body moved on its own as he left Jaskier behind and sat himself down at the table, paper and quill ready.
His hands didn’t shake when he wrote the letters. To Yen, who through some sort of magic Geralt had never bothered to ask about would receive them within hours no matter where she was.
To his family, who was still had each other, probably sparring or making jokes around the breakfast table at the moment. Still all together at Kaer Morhen.
Lambert used to complain about the snow that kept him in the place he hated for longer than he wanted to, but Geralt couldn’t help but agree with what Jaskier had said yesterday. At least they were together. At least they didn’t have to be alone when they read Geralt’s message. Selfishly, he was thankful that it also meant he didn’t have to write more than one letter to them. He didn’t think he would be able to.
Writing it down was supposed to make it more real, but all he could think about was how Jaskier would good-naturedly criticise his plain phrasing.
Once more he wrote the words down. A name, a date, another date for the funeral.
His feet carried him to the town square where he hung the pamphlet on the notice board without ceremony. Barely anyone was up yet to wonder why Geralt was here so early and all alone.
Geralt left before anyone could read his note and pat his back in sympathy or offer him words that wouldn’t mean anything, because there had been only one person who had without fail found the right words to comfort him.
On his way back, guilt started to creep up in him. He should go to Kris, tell them what had happened. They deserved to hear it from him, but he couldn’t bring himself to go over to them. Doing so would mean having to say it out loud and nothing, not the deadliest monster or the thought of the trials, was more terrifying.
So he kept his eyes on the path that lead him back home, ignoring the gnawing feeling in his stomach as he passed by the road that led to Kris’ home without even sparing it a glance.
He only came to a halt when his eyes fell on something in front of the door of his cottage.
The blanket they had dropped when getting up to dance, forgotten as they had laughed and looked at each other as if the world didn’t exist.
He picked it up, letting the fabric glide over his fingers until his hands tightened around it. Jaskier’s scent still lingered on it.
With wooden movements that weren’t his own, Geralt entered the cottage, cleaning up the mess he had left. The emptied the day old cup he had held in his hands while waiting for Jaskier to join him, only to find something precious beyond imagination when Jaskier had finally awoken. He put the scarf he had flung across the bedroom back where it belonged; Jaskier’s teasing and mock outrage still hanging in the air.
Geralt tried to occupy himself with such tasks. Anything to keep his mind away from what he didn’t dare think about, even while knowing he couldn’t push it away for good.
He could only ignore it for so long.
It all came crashing down on him, when he caught himself thinking about looking over their garden as he had done every year at this time. But watering the flowers would be of no use now. The best thing he could probably do was getting rid of the plants, before they died on their own once Geralt left.
Because he would have to leave.
He couldn’t stay here. The cottage, the coast, this tiny town that had welcomed him with open arms had nothing left for him. He wasn’t the one who had come here to stay until the end of his days.
His heart turned to stone at the thought. This had been his home, something he had never thought he could have. But it wasn’t anymore. Anywhere would have been home as long as it was with you, Jaskier had said and Geralt found the truth of the words dragging him under, as he stood in the place that no longer felt like home.
He would have to get rid of the cottage somehow. Sell it or abandon it until it succumbed to time and weather.
For some unnameable reason, the thought hurt more than writing the letters had.
Home had been a beautiful dream that through some undeserved mercy had become reality. It was over now. Time to wake up. Time to go back to the real world, where the nights were cold and lonely and the path he wandered was bare of laughter and song.
And yet, Geralt found himself hesitating. The cottage was chockfull of proof that it had been more than an idle fantasy.
All around him were mementoes of a shared life. Trinkets Geralt had brought Jaskier back from his hunts, the numerous notebooks filled with Jaskier’s verses, feelings and thoughts. The myriad of sea shells Jaskier had collected on their window sills, just as he had dreamed of doing when they had started imagining what they could have.
Geralt knew those trinkets should hold no more meaning. Once he left, they would only be objects gathering dust.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to even begin throwing them away. It was too much. It belonged to Jaskier, all of it. Geralt couldn’t take it away from him, even now.
Just like he couldn’t take Jaskier away from this place that had been so dear to him. Selling it and moving on would be the sensible thing, but even as Geralt considered it, he knew there was no way he would be able to do so.
Every part of this place breathed Jaskier’s name, evidence that he had been here, that his life had been meaningful. Notebooks desperate to tell the world that Jaskier existed.
Geralt couldn’t keep his hands from shaking, when he pulled the notebooks out, one by one until finally his breathing came to a stuttering halt, when he found what Jaskier had kept hidden from him for who knew how many years.
There, behind a book of poetry and one of silly children’s stories lay a stack of letters.
For what seemed like an eternity, Geralt could only stare at them until he ripped himself out of his frozen state with a jolt, grabbing the letters like a drowning man reached for an outstretched hand, desperate for the tiniest slither of hope, though knowing it was too late to save him.
One by one, he gathered the letters close. There were so many. Countless words Jaskier had wanted to share with him.
The overwhelming urge to rip each letter open this instant overcame Geralt, crashed into him like a wave during a storm. He needed to know what Jaskier had wanted to tell him, needed to read his writing as if it could replace his voice.
His fingers trembled, as he reached for the first envelope. The paper started to rip, the sound of it unbearably loud and sharp.
Geralt froze.
He couldn’t do it. Those were Jaskier’s last words to him, a last part of him that remained for Geralt to discover. Reading them, even opening the envelopes felt too final. He couldn’t –
A flash of light in his periphery made him flinch. A gust of wind tore the letters out of his grip and strew the letters through the room.
He turned around to see his family step out of a portal.
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Of all the emotions, Geralt hadn’t expected to feel the tiniest bit of rightness as he stood before the hole he and his brothers had dug out, holding Jaskier’s body in his arms as if he had fallen asleep there. No word had been spoken while they had dug the grave, but the occasional touch - seemingly random brushes of hands against his shoulders or arms – had told him enough. His family was here with and for him.
Triss, who had come with Yennefer had hesitated to let them dig the grave themselves, but there had been something utterly impossible about the idea of doing this with magic.
It had felt wrong, just how the place for the grave had felt right. Here, in the garden Jaskier had so loved, amidst the flowers that would bloom in time, Jaskier would be able to rest. Here, where he had sat crying and desperate to get told that he was loved, he was now bid farewell, surrounded by people who loved him.
The sheer amount of people who attended the improvised funeral had almost made Geralt choke with unexpected emotion. He had known Jaskier was liked by many, that he had touched lives and made them brighter, but never had he dared to expect how many people would show their gratitude for Jaskier’s life once he was gone.
Neighbours, people who used to be strangers until Jaskier had befriended them; regulars who had bought their flowers; people who had flowers gifted to them with a smile and a kind word; parents of the children who used to listen to Jaskier’s stories. They all were here.
Even stranger and more wonderous was the fact that they didn’t spare even one distrustful look at the witchers and the sorceresses.
Geralt’s brothers, Vesemir, Yennefer and Triss all stood to the side, while the townsfolk held their rites and yet they didn’t seem like foreign bodies, more like guardians. There was no doubt that every single person here knew that they were who Jaskier had held closest to his heart.
For a long moment, Geralt didn’t move. No one said anything, no one pushed him to get on with it.
Still, Geralt knew he couldn’t prolong this any further.
His grip on Jaskier tightened, crumbling the fabric of the green jacket he had put on Jaskier. He didn’t know if such a thing was frowned upon by the townsfolk, but he didn’t care. Jaskier had loved that garment, had been so happy when Geralt had brought it back from Corvo Bianco.
Unbidden, images of Jaskier’s smile and the little twirl he had given to show off for Geralt, flashed through his mind.
Finding the jacket had almost felt like packing to go travelling together again. Except these were travels Jaskier was taking without him.
Geralt gathered Jaskier close, letting his hair tickle against his skin, as he whispered, “One last journey, Jaskier. One last adventure for you.”
His voice was quiet and broken. Not one of the humans would be able to hear him, but he knew that his words would not be hidden from his family. In a strange way it was comforting to know his words didn’t get lost in nothingness.
One last time he let his thumb brush over Jaskier’s skin, before lowering him in the ground and burying him in the soil that would soon bring forth new flowers.
He stood before the grave, staring down at Jaskier looking so small and wished that there was more he could do, more he could say.
Instead, he took a step to the side to where his family stood.
Eskel’s hand brushed against his and he felt Vesemir’s presence at his back as they watched the people who had gotten to know Jaskier step closer to the grave, one by one and laying sea shells onto it, each one accompanied by words describing a memory the people had of Jaskier, before they left the burial site with a promise to keep that memory in their hearts.
Without his permission an almost unnoticeable smile twisted Geralt’s lips. Jaskier would have been fascinated by the traditions of the sea-side town.
The last person to step forward was Kris. They lingered by the grave longer than anyone else had. Geralt did his best not to listen in as they quietly shared their memories of Jaskier.
Although Geralt understood little of the town’s rites, it felt like a private moment, too precious to intrude on.
Contrary to anyone else, Kris didn’t turn to go back home when they were done. Instead, they approached Geralt.
Geralt steeled himself for pity or words that wouldn’t be able to reach him, however well meant they might be. He tried coming up with possible responses, as Jaskier surely would have wanted him to.
But Kris didn’t offer him any such words.
“What will you do now?” They asked instead, their expression open and bare of judgement for any possible reply.
Still Geralt stiffened, when he forced the words out. “I am a witcher.”
The words weren’t supposed to hurt that much. Thought they were the truth, saying it out loud felt like betraying Jaskier, who had dedicated his life to making sure Geralt knew he was more than that.
But no time spent listening to encouraging and loving words could change the fact that Geralt was what he was.
His eyes drifted to the patch of dirt under which Jaskier lay.
He was a witcher. There was no choice in what he was going to do with the rest of his life.
And yet.
“I can’t leave him alone.” The words that slipped past Geralt’s lips without permission were little more than a breath, but Kris heard them nonetheless.
“I’ll be here.” They reached out to Geralt, touched his hands, almost briefly enough to be able to pretend it was a coincidence, and yet the gesture meant as much to him as the words that did reach him despite everything. “I will take care of him.”
There was no mistaken the wavering of Kris’ voice.
Geralt didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t comfort Kris; he didn’t have the words or the strength to do so. So he settled for a brusque nod that hopefully would be enough to make them understand.
Kris returned the gesture with a trembling smile, before turning their back on Jaskier’s family and leaving them to what they needed to do.
As the last rays of the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, the witchers took up their positions surrounding the grave.
In the light of day, the people of Oakwood had held their rites, but the night belonged to the witchers. They couldn’t deny Jaskier the traditions of his people, but neither were they willing to let him go without acknowledging what he was to them. Jaskier deserved both, just as he had made it his life’s work to live in both the humans’ and witchers’ worlds.
As the moon crept across the sky, the witchers held a vigil over the one they had lost, each one holding a small flame of igni in their hands – it was as close as they could get to the pyre they would normally light.
For anyone walking past, the sight would have been unsettling, but for Geralt the quiet comfort of his family protecting Jaskier in his first night truly away from them melted the sharp spike that had been struck into his chest.
The only movement to be seen came from the dancing flames that lit the way through the darkness for Jaskier until the morning came. The only sound to be heard was the beating of their hearts, the sound of family close by the most comforting sound a witcher could imagine.
They remained like this throughout the night, no sleep or meditation to rest their bodies, when their minds needed to remain sharp to watch over the fallen.
It was only when the night faded into grey once more that another sound was added.
Coën’s voice drifted through the night. A haunting but strangely soothing melody that Geralt had never heard before, matched to the rhythm of their hearts.
The song broke through the silence that the wolfs had built, but neither of them raised their voice to detain Coën. They wouldn’t deny the griffin his rites either, as they hadn’t denied him a welcome into their family, as Jaskier hadn’t denied him his heart.
As Coën sang, Geralt couldn’t help but think of the times that Jaskier had done his best to get the witchers to sing with him. His grin had been so bright when Coën had finally given in and his laugh when Lambert had joined in and completely butchered the song still remained in Geralt’s memory.
None of the wolfs accompanied Coën. Their rough voices would ruin what he was giving Jaskier, but Geralt felt Eskel shifted next to him, until they were touching. A quiet understanding.
When they finally left their vigil and rose with the sun, something in Geralt’s chest came lose.
He shouldn’t feel this way, but for the first time since they arrived through the portal, Geralt really saw his family.
What had been needed to be done was done.
Now, he got to hug Eskel again - gods, how he had missed him – he got to watch Vesemir’s exasperation at whatever Lambert was doing. He could see the sunlight reflecting on the gemstone Coën wore in his beard, as Jaskier had suggested to him so long ago. He could see Yennefer and Triss talking quietly amongst themselves until Triss lifted her hand over the grave, letting the first buds of wildflowers sprout on it.
He couldn’t supress the smile when he saw a dandelion among them.
Geralt couldn’t remember a time when they all had met outside of Kaer Morhen, like this, like a family.
He wished Jaskier were here to see it. He would have been so happy. He would have deserved to see it.
But he never would get to again.
And here Geralt was, looking at his family and feeling warm inside, as if they hadn’t spent the night standing over the grave of the man he loved most. Happiness should be the farthest thing from his mind right now.
The guilt about it was eating him up, and still Geralt couldn’t push the feelings down that welled up any time he saw Lambert nudge his shoulder roughly against Eskel’s.
This was wrong. It was all so wrong.
So why did it feel right as if his life hadn’t shattered around him?
A hand found his, almost making him flinch. It was smooth and warm, so similar to how Jaskier’s had been decades ago, if it weren’t for the lack of lute-calluses.
Geralt looked up and met violet eyes.
A lump formed in his throat, but he couldn’t look away.
Yennefer gave him a tight smile. “Nothing selfish about being happy.”
She couldn’t know. She couldn’t understand. She had no right to be saying his own words that had been spoken when he hadn’t known any better back at him.
And yet as he looked at the tentative smiles of his brothers he couldn’t bring himself to disagree as much as his mind was telling him he had no right to feel this way.
“He mentioned you,” Geralt said, just to fill the silence with anything other than the voice inside his head. “Yesterday, not long before…before it happened.” Yennefer stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Nothing bad,” Geralt added quickly. “Not like the last time you saw him. It wasn’t… that time wasn’t the last memory he had of you.” Geralt shuffled uncomfortably, the spike of guilt rising into his throat with every passing second. “He told me not to tell you, but…you made his last hours less painful. You truly helped him.”
Yennefer nodded brusquely. “Of course he needed my help. He always was a walking disaster.” Her tone lacked the bite of her words and Geralt pretended not to notice the quiet sniffle that followed them. “Thank you for telling me.”
She looked away, as if she were unaffected, but Geralt could see her subtly reaching out for Triss’ hand for comfort.
Geralt was glad for it. It was good that Yennefer had someone there with her.
He was glad that he had all of them here with him, if only for today.
The day dragged on like quicksand pulling him under, slow at first until he was half sunk before he had even noticed it.
They sat in the cottage’s living room, as if it was the library at Kaer Morhen.
A shudder ran down Geralt’s spine and he couldn’t pretend it was a bad one. The relief at the sound of voices and scratching chairs in this place flooded him without warning.
This place was never meant to be silent.
The noise that filled it now was nothing like Jaskier’s singing, his rambling or the scratching of his quill on paper, but it was close enough.
At the very least, the voices drowned out the deafening silence left by Jaskier’s missing heartbeat.
With every passing second, the tension dissipated bit by bit, whether because they were all pushing the unavoidable thoughts into the back of their minds or because the others’ presence was easing them enough to laugh again.
Still, Geralt could feel the unspoken words hanging in the air. The others might pretend not to notice how Geralt grabbed the strewn about letters off the floor, but he could feel their eyes burning into his back.
Even worse was when he stood back up and found none of their eyes on him, as if looking at him would set off an explosion that would rip him apart.
Something about it set Geralt on edge again, suffocated him.
A human wouldn’t have been able to see the tiny tremble that took hold of his hands, but it would be foolish to hope it could escape the notice of witchers or sorceresses.
Eskel was the only one who reacted, while the others kept talking among themselves, pretending they weren’t watching Geralt’s every move with concern.
“Let me,” Eskel said, making space on the table for Geralt to place the letters on.
Geralt swallowed as he watched Eskel put the vase and various meaningless knickknacks that had meant the world to Jaskier to the side.
“I didn’t have time to get rid of that yet.” The words sounded more defensive then they were meant to. Geralt almost wished they sounded more like the lie that they were. It had had nothing to do with time and everything with the memories that clung to them and that Geralt couldn’t let go of.
For a long moment, Eskel didn’t answer, but when Geralt looked up at him his eyes rested on the collection of sea shells in contemplation.
“What if you don’t?”
“What?”
Eskel shrugged, aiming for nonchalance but missing by a mile.
Coën dropped the pretence of not listening in and answered in Eskel’s stead.
“Why throw it away? I said it before and I’ll say it again: This place could be a safe haven for us in summer.”
Geralt furrowed his brows. “You had been joking.”
Coën shrugged. “Back then, of course. But being able to visit just for a day or two and have a place to go back to?” He threw a challenging glare at the wolfs. “I dare any of you to say it wasn’t the best summer any of us has had in decades.”
Sharply, Geralt sucked in his breath, his eyes darting over to Vesemir, waiting for the old sword master to lecture the griffin on what it meant to be on the Path.
But Vesemir remained quiet, the only one of them still pretending to be disinterested in the conversation.
It was as much of a blessing that they would get.
A soft touch from Eskel made Geralt release his breath again. “And when we come back, we can look after Jaskier.”
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One by one his family left, off to live their own lives until one day they might meet again.
Lambert was the first to go, without so much as another glance at the grave, though Geralt couldn’t shake the feeling that he would be the first to return to it. He grunted his usually gruff goodbye as he left, grumbling about finally being alone again. He had none of them fooled. They didn’t need Lambert to say it to know that he would be looking for his cat witcher.
After a short moment of hesitation, Coën ran after him, not ready to be alone quite yet.
Vesemir patted Geralt on the shoulder as he had done when Geralt had only been a boy crying because he couldn’t find his mother in the woods. “Be safe out there, son.”
Geralt nodded and watched as Vesemir disappeared in a portal, shortly followed by Triss.
Yennefer hesitated before stepping in after them. Before doing so, she gave Geralt a hug.
“Remember what we talked about,” she said quietly, “allow yourself to be happy.”
With that, she pulled away, the portal closing behind her, leaving only him and Eskel.
Without wanting to, Geralt clenched his hands into fists at his side as he waited for Eskel to leave him as well. Instead, Eskel clasped a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you going to be alright?”
The question sounded so innocent, but Geralt knew Eskel too well to fall for it. It was all there in the way he kept touching him, grounding him. Geralt was grateful for it, he really was, but Eskel was looking at him like he was preparing for something. For Geralt to fall apart.
The truth was, Geralt didn’t think he could fall apart now. Not anymore. He had already gone through every possible reaction he could have.
He had raged and sobbed and broken down. He had done his best to deny the fact that Jaskier was going to leave him. He had been angry when it had become impossible to ignore anymore; he had yelled at Jaskier and stormed away. He had done whatever he could to keep Jaskier from slipping away; had thought that if he just tried hard enough, he wouldn’t have to lose Jaskier.
He had mourned him while he had been still alive.
What more was he supposed to do? What more could he do?
There was no point in going through all of it again. At the end of the day, it had all been useless. Jaskier was gone and Geralt didn’t even have it in him to be angry at the injustice or shed even a single tear about it.
All he had left was a hollowness inside him. He was empty, barren of all feelings.
A squeeze of his shoulder made him look up.
“I am fine,” Geralt said and as much as he knew how wrong it should have felt, it wasn’t a lie. “I am not going to break down.”
Not again.
But his words didn’t seem to reassure Eskel. If anything, the lines on his forehead deepened, the frown more prominent through the twisting of his scars.
“Geralt, you don’t have to do this. I know this is hard for you. You know I don’t blame or judge you for whatever it is that you feel.” When Geralt only answered by clenching his jaw, Eskel sighed. “How about you travel with me for a while? Scorpion passed away last autumn. We could find new horses and hunt together, just until you are good to be on your own again?”
Something in Geralt’s chest tightened, urging him to accept the offer.
The thought of being alone was terrifying. He wasn’t sure he could even still remember a time when he had been well and truly on his own. He knew for certain that he didn’t want to remember.
He had grown too soft, too weak.
Seeing everyone together had made emotions flare up that he hadn’t wanted to allow himself to feel.
Jaskier’s life had touched so many people, all of them now mourning for him.
Geralt couldn’t let anyone grief for him. There was a reason why witchers hunted alone.
With every farewell Geralt had given out today, the wave of unwanted emotion had grown smaller and smaller. One by one Geralt had watched those who meant most to him disappear and with every one of them a piece of himself had fallen away.
It was a relief.
His silence must have been answer enough for Eskel, for the weight of Eskel’s hand on his shoulder and the last thread of that crushing feeling that came with it, disappeared.
“Be safe,” Eskel said just as Vesemir had. “If you ever change your mind…I’ll keep my eyes open for you.”
Witchers didn’t feel. How often Geralt had wished the rumours to be true. Now that they finally were, it felt like a betrayal of everything Jaskier had stood for.
But Jaskier wasn’t here anymore to tell Geralt that he was wrong, that he should allow himself to feel.
Jaskier was gone and it had left Geralt broken enough that there was nothing left of him to shatter.
He turned his back on Eskel who was leaving him and Jaskier whom Geralt would be leaving.
Without looking back, Geralt went into the cottage that wasn’t his home anymore, for witchers were not allowed to have such a thing, to grab his swords and get back on the loneliness of the Path where he belonged.
#sorry if you were hoping for a full traditional witcher funeral (fanon pyre)#I've considered it and idk just didn't feel right#geraskier#witcher#witcher fanfic#fic#my writing#old!jaskier#geralt#eskel#lambert#yennefer#angst#funeral#mourning#grief#mcd#hurt/no comfort#guilt#Birds still sing when they fall from the sky
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Mystic Messenger - Buying MC A Gift
– Zen –
For years, Zen dreamed of buying his love a classic, dainty necklace, romantically delivered in a box all wrapped up in a silk bow. And now he has you! A chance to fulfill this boyfriend dream of his!
He tends to kind of, enforce an image of cuteness on you, even if it’s not your aesthetic. He just likes his love to be innocent and girly. It’s okay if you’re not, he loves you just as much. But when he buys you things, it almost always swings in that direction ‘cause he’s a little unconsciously stubborn like that.
So he checks his savings and decides that, yep, he’s got enough to splurge a bit, and buys a gold heart necklace. It wasn’t luxurious, nor designer, it was just this teeny 24k gold pendent on a gold-colored chain. The best he could afford at the moment. He asks the store to gift wrap it with the most ‘romantic ribbon’ they have available.
The two of you go on one of your many lunch dates, where Zen has to tuck his hair underneath a hat to make sure the both of you aren’t hassled, and you eat sandwiches with coffee in a cute little shop.
He slides the box over to you, and there’s this huge smile on his face when you open it to fawn over your gift.
“It’s only a small thing, but I hope you like it. One day, I’ll be rich enough to afford what you deserve, jagiya.”
He reaches over and pulls your hair aside to put it around your neck. You touch it with your fingers. It’s all just like his old fantasies. Zen’s romantic dream #35329 fulfilled!
Romantic dream #35330 was when you eventually mentioned to someone in passing, “Oh this necklace? My boyfriend bought it for me.” He just about melted.
– Yoosung –
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For many years, Yoosung didn’t have much money to his name. But he still wanted to buy you gifts because he couldn’t stop thinking about you? Every day he’d daydream about the two of you, about what kind of stuff you’d like to do?? He’d pass by windows of shops and think, “Would MC like this?”
Once he decided to start giving you gifts, he’d kind of freak out a bit because he was worried he’d give you something stupid. He googled for ideas, and talked to Zen, but couldn’t decide what sort of trinkets to shower you with.
He couldn’t afford good chocolates, and he didn’t know how to buy clothing for another person without going up to you and being like, “Oh, by the way, MC ... what’s your shirt size? Asking for a friend - wait no that’s not what I meant -”
One day, he walks into a bookstore to shop for more mechanical pencils, and by coincidence found large selections of gift items. There’s scented candles! Creative desk toys! Gag gifts of flavored bubble gum and imported mints!
He ends up choosing what he thought was the cutest. You’d like cute things, right? Cute stuff is universally cheery, so he’d thought you’d enjoy the character-designed set of highlighter markers.
Turns out that yes, you did enjoy them, and he puffs up with pride all day because yay!! He did a boyfriend thing!
His later gifts were of similar caliber, like sticker sheets or pretty notepads. And later, he finally branches out of the bookstore and looks as jewelry, chocolate boxes, and flower bouquets. Regardless of what he chose, you always loved them.
– Jaehee –
Most of her ‘gifts’ tend to be of the practical bend. Like stuff for the house both of you end up using, or a set of nice socks because she remembered you mentioning that you needed to replenish your stock.
Not the most romantic gifts, but arguably more appreciated because of how useful they were. Jaehee’s your Functional Adult™ girlfriend and it brings you plenty of joy.
But sometimes she’s compelled to be more whimsical. Her job at C&R didn’t leave her with nothing, and the cafe’s been going so well her wallet’s been more stacked than ever before. So it didn’t take much for her to walk into that gourmet chocolate boutique and purchase a sample box of their best truffles.
Managing your own small business means evenings are usually free. You and Jaehee enjoy a homemade meal, and settle down to drink some beer and watch dramas. Before you can relax completely, she goes, “Oh, I remembered something,” goes to the bedroom, and walks out with a small paper bag.
“Just a little thing I bought earlier today. I saw it and thought of you.” You opened to reveal your chocolates, your smile making Jaehee’s eyes light up.
You insisted she share them with you, but she refused. She got a smaller box especially to avoid you wanting to share a portion with her. The two of you share most of her gifts already, this is intended to be for you and only you.
So instead you enjoyed your chocolates, biting them in half and showing Jaehee how the chefs filled each one, and discussing the flavors. It gave her inspiration for a new seasonal mocha blend for the cafe!
– Jumin –
Rip in fucking pieces your old commoner life. If a month doesn’t go by where Jumin doesn’t try get you at least two designer items, the world is ending.
Salvatore handbags. Jewelry from Prada. Balmain dresses. Vuitton shoes. Gourmet boxed strawberries, giant influencer sets of luxury makeup, oh Valentino is producing these cute teddy bears for some reason? Here’s five.
He’s pretty unpredictable about it, too. Some days, he comes home from a business trip with only one piece for you, for which you’re almost thankful for the lack of a heart attack. And sometimes, he just ups and gets you a car or something, or five new Saint Laurent blouses.
Depending on who you are, it can get pretty overwhelming, or even troubling. All this worth sitting in your room, and is it even towards a productive cause? You remember the days when your family had to struggle with debt and insurance and student loans, you think of all you know who have to deal with eviction and EBT cards, you think of those who starve or die from sickness because they have no money.
You try to explain to Jumin that all this excess is so ... it’s too much. “But my love, I just want to spoil you,” he says.
“Then spend more time with me. Don’t blow all this money on material things. I want you.”
That’s a harder thing for Jumin to grant. He’s a perfectionist when it comes to his work, and it’s an internal struggle for him to forgo his crowded schedule to make room for you.
But it’s a gift that rewards you both. Jumin’s time clears up a bit more, and he stops trying to bury you in luxury you don’t need. You get to wake up next to him more, and spend afternoons and evenings and nights with him. It’s the best gift he could ever give you.
– Saeyoung –
No, this is not a shitpost. This boy gifts you a fucking gun. Which, depending on who you are, could even spark an argument where Saeyoung insists strongly that he just wants to keep you safe. Carrying guns is highly illegal in South Korea, but since when did Saeyoung care about the law?
You woke up one morning to Saeyoung already five hours deep into his work, because his sleep schedule is still fucked up even though he’s no longer part of the agency. A strange black box was next to your handbag, and you opened it to reveal a small plastic pistol with ammo cartridges.
“It should be small enough to fit in your purse. Keep the safety on unless you want to shoot. Stay safe, baby - S”
Saeyoung already gives you crazy gifts of robot cats, automatic night lights, talking dolls, and even at one point a taser. But this was crossing a line. If you got caught with this in your purse, it’d be a legal disaster.
Now granted, Saeyoung didn’t actually intend for you to be carrying a concealed firearm whenever you go to the cornerstore to buy milk. He just kinda thought it’d be an extra precaution during more troubled times. Being slightly sleep deprived and hopped up on soda at the time didn’t help his decision making.
You wait until he leaves his hacker den to testily shove the gun under his nose and demand an explanation. He pleads his case, and tries to insist that he was only thinking of your safety.
If you’re not comfortable carrying the gun around, he helps you tuck it away in an accessible part of the bunker.
“Please, baby, just let me know you’re protected.” He hugs you, and you thank him for his thoughtfulness. Even if its a bit weird.
– Saeran –
His Ray alter would have scoured the globe for anything you asked of him. Saeran today still wants to spoil you as much as he can. Which, as his life slowly stabilizes, begins to grow in opportunity.
Like his brother, he makes tech for you. Mostly software, such as tricking out your laptop to have firewall defense that no money could buy, or hotwiring your phone to run quicker and faster than new.
His money begins to flow in from freelance work, and he starts to look for more classically romantic gifts. First, it was bouquets of flowers he’d surprise you with, then it was little wrapped boxes of macaroons, and then he would shop for crystal jewelry and expensive perfumes.
He wanted to pursue that ‘princess’ image. He no longer tried to force you into it, but instead let it inspire his romantic bent. Every holiday or occasion that allowed for the slightest excuse for gift giving, and he was guaranteed to give you something or another. On Chuseok, he gave you a silk shawl. For Halloween, it was a large box of decorated sweets. On Christmas, it was a pressed flower pendent. New Years was a smart watch that he reprogrammed.
And on random occasions, he’ll still come home with a large bouquet of carefully arranged flowers, or perhaps a new potted plant to decorate the house.
You always reward him with a kiss, and it makes him feel really appreciated. A bit of loving normalcy in his otherwise troubled life.
– Jihyun –
While Jumin tends to be very ostentatious with his wealth, Jumin is a lot more reserved. He may not buy you Chanel coats on a whim, but he still shells out quite large amounts of money for dinner at a fancy restaurant, or a beautiful hand-printed silk scarf he bought while working in Shanghai.
When he buys you smaller gifts, he picks up things from co-ops and other independent, artsy places, usually while he’s running other errands. He’d be shopping for kitchen gadgets and touring the wellness section, and he spotted this beautiful set of bath salts that he’d thought you enjoy. Or, he’s on his way back from the gym and passed a natural produce boutique, and saw a gorgeous gift box of unique tea mixes.
He’s a believer of sustainable living, so most of what he buys he tries to put his money towards ethical practices. So if you’re getting something from him, expect it to be natural-grade, vegan, fair-trade, etc. Whether its a bag of candied oranges, or a pearl necklace.
He likes to be spontaneous with his casual trinkets, and traditional when it comes to occasions. You never know if he’s gonna come back from grocery shopping with a scented candle for you, but it’s for sure that he’s got some special bracelet or hair barrettes for Valentine’s.
To him, these are all just evidences of his newfound peace and tranquility. There’s nothing like being out and about, seeing something, and being able to go, “Hm! I wonder if my love would like this?” So it propels him to buy it and test out the hypothesis. And it almost always results in your smile, which to him is the best reward.
#mystic messenger#mystic messenger imagines#mysme#mysme zen#Yoosung Kim#jaehee kang#jumin han#saeyoung choi#saeran choi#jihyun kim
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HI ZINKIE CONGRATS ON 200 IM PROUD OF U!!
I'm sure you know already I selfship with tendou lmao
my favorite colour is blue uwu
I'm not really a morning person or a night owl? I have the same amount of energy at both times, the only factor that changes that is whether or not I'm hanging out with people whose company i enjoy
I love to sing and dance but I am also very shy about it for some reason—
I subconsciously look for praise a lot and I love doing things for people cause it makes me feel good about myself but I never expect anything in return (which is why I get really bashful when people compliment me or do things for me)
I have goblin brain and I like to collect random rocks or leaves or strips of fabric that are either a pretty color, smooth, or shiny
I'm not afraid to get messy and I love to stand in the rain whether it be with or without an umbrella
I love animals! hanging around them and just getting to know them is a lot of fun to me, and I love learning as much as i can about them uwu
I make friends with just about anyone, even those who are really shy or unapproachable (I have been known to make friends with people that previously established friends dont like)
I give out a lot of advice and people come to me for a lot of things but I deny myself the same because I dont want others to worry about me and i have a hard time taking my own advice
I prefer to live in the moment, thinking too much about the future and all its unknowns makes me really anxious
if too many things go wrong or I mess up too many times in a short time period, I get really overwhelmed and tend to shut down
I just scrolled up and noticed I wrote a paragraph about myself— anyways, once again, CONGRATS!! I'm really proud of you and I'm proud to call you my friend uwu
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How you met: 2am at Taco Bell. He was inline in fromt of you and ordered weird stuff- but it sounded pretty good. So you ended up just asking “hey can I get whatever the guy in fromt of me got?” Which made him whip his head around like damn this homie got TASTE. He asked if he could eat with you and you shared chaotic 2am taco bell together. Instantly becoming homies and then ~lovers~
Song: Gooey by Glass Animals
Sfw headcanons:
- he teases you with love
- picks you up when he hugs you a big ol’ squeeze
- makes you chocolates for every anniversary, valentines day, and white day
- likes to lay in bed reading manga together
- bought a bookshelf for you to put all your goblin trinkets one
- opens doors for you always, gets upset if you open them yourself???
- 3am dancing to musicals in the living room together, laughing and smiling
- holds you hand while he sleeps but does not cuddle while sleeping
- is really good at grounding? Always has creative ways to get you back into the moment when times are rough
- inside jokes? Inside jokes
- always laughing at some stupid bullshit between the two of you
- smothers your face in smooches while his long hands cup your cheeks uwu
- adventures! You know every cool random spot in the town. All the hidden mysteries at every amusement park.
- speaking of amusement parks: AMUSEMENT PARK DATES
- first you ride all the rides
- then you eat every fucking snack available, ordering on of everything to share
- will feed you cause he thinks it’s cute how you open your mouth up for him
Nsfw:
- bondage babe #1
- he watched hours of videos on new ways to tie you up
- his little rope bunny
- pet names in bed ooooof
- less kinky sex is full of giggles and smiles and all different kinds of positions
- his fingers are all over you. Fingering you. Around your neck. In your hair. You can always feel his fingers making a mess of you
- he likes it if he makes you cry with overstimulation for sure
- not afraid to say “i love you” in the bedroom
- he’d rather do one really long round rather than multiple small ones
- he has a special playlist for boning
- when he isnt doming he likes to be less kinky
- likes to be taken care of
- a more sweet and sensual time
- basking in eachothers bodies and sweat and moans
- after care is so nice and soft
- he cleans you up well
- gets a nice set of comfy pajamas to wear after
- makes you some nice calming tea
- tells you all about how good you did! All the praise!
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An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now
A/N: I wrote this on busses and trams to and from skating practices, pretty much one sentence at a time, but I think it's not too disjointed, hopefully. Minimal editing because I've been feeling like I've been hit by a freight train and just couldn't be arsed. If you happen to find any major glaring errors, kindly point them out to me. Title is from Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin, because for someone who writes as a hobby I can be incredibly unimaginative.
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Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui had a little tradition. Well, they had lots of little traditions, but this one in particular was Sizhui’s favourite.
This one, like many others, had started back when Sizhui had still been a little boy. Every time his father left the Cloud Recesses he bought a little trinket for Sizhui and hid it somewhere in his room. The first time this had happened was the first time Lan Wangji had left the Cloud Recesses for a night hunt.
Little A-Yuan has been inconsolable, thinking he had been left behind yet again. Upon his father’s return he had refused to speak to him, clinging to Lan Xichen’s robes instead. That evening he found his first little toy hidden away in his room and his father was forgiven, albeit reluctantly.
Sizhui has found these little souvenirs tucked underneath his pillows, between the folds of his clothes, behind his books and in many many other places. And still Lan Zhan managed to find new places to hide his gifts.
When Sizhui had been younger the gifts often were little toys, but nowadays it was mostly knick knacks and little trinkets. Sizhui has an entire shelf dedicated to the small wooden animals Lan Wangji often brought him.
Once, his father had brought back an exquisitely carved comb that Sizhui still used every day.
And now Sizhui had finished his own first night hunt away from home and was currently at the market looking for his own little trinket to bring back and hide in the Jingshi, but nothing was catching his eye.
That’s when he saw it.
The little wooden figurine of two rabbits huddled together was nothing much compared to all the fancy glittering little gifts laid out at some of the other stalls but as soon as Sizhui saw it, he knew that it was the perfect gift for his father. Happy with his purchase, he returned back to the inn for a good night’s sleep before he and his fellow disciples would travel back home the next day.
The journey back was uneventful and soon they were back in the Cloud Recesses, giving their reports to Sect Leader Lan and Hanguan-jun. Sizhui, uncharacteristically, was rather distracted, mind preoccupied with plans of how to hide his father’s gift in the jingshi.
An opportunity arose after dinner, when Lan Wangji went to feed the rabbits. Sizhui often went with him, but this evening he excused himself, saying he was too tired after his first night hunt and wanted to retire to bed early.
Once he was sure his father would not notice him heading to the jingshi rather than the disciples carters he made his way there as fast as he could without breaking the rules.
Once he was in his father‘s rooms he carefully placed the little carving under the pillows, the same spot where he had found the first gift all those years ago. Not wanting to risk being caught lingering he quickly made his way to his own rooms and fell asleep that night with a smile on his face, imagining his father’s surprise upon finding the wooden bunnies.
The next morning Lan Wangji summoned him for breakfast, just the two of them. And the first thing Sizhui noticed, before being pulled into a tight hug, was the little wooden figurine prominently displayed on a shelf. They had breakfast in silence together, as usual. After their meal, Lan Wangji brushed out Sizhui‘s hair and did it up for him, another little tradition of theirs. And while his father may not have said so out loud, Sizhui knew with certainty that he had loved his gift.
And years later, when both he and his father had sizeable collections of random souvenirs, after Sizhui’s other father came back in their lives pictures -of landscapes they saw, of people they met, of anything and everything else they thought he might like to see- joined the trinkets.
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