#the two fedors

[chibimedico]

[luvfy0dor]

Good day! How are you doing? I'm back with a small request. A reader keeps three kitties at home, but no one knows about it. What would happen if Chuya or Fedor stopped by to visit for the first time and three different big fluffy cats met them on the doorstep? Thank you for your artwork. They really are so awesome.

I hope I've made the right request. Have a great day!

“Guess I'll Just Stumble on Home to my Cats !! ♡” - Chuuya Nakahara x Gn!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; i like describing really enormous cats, which is made obvious, some swearing, it's pretty silly

Description; Chuuya interacting with cats.

A/n; Bro I love cats sm I was so excited to do this request my bsf and I have matching cats theyre both orange and named garfield, but I'm gonna do a second part with fyodor! I just wrote a whole lot for Chuuya so I thought I'd separate it : ] OH ALSO TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMEBTS FJEJSJDJ ❤️❤️💖💖

• Chuuya is definitely more of a dog person, but that doesn't mean you'll never find him lying on your couch, hat over his face and a cat or two (or three) loafed on his chest.

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You decided to invite Chuuya over for dinner in celebration of receiving a promotion at your job. You liked being able to share such an exciting moment with the people you loved, and Chuuya was absolutely one of them.

Chuuya had yet to venture to your house, not because he didn't want to, but because it was really hard to find time for anything recently. He had been very busy with work, and the distance from your place to his work or his house was rather inconveniencing. But, he wanted to join you for dinner, so that was just what he was gonna do.

So, there he stood, a small flower bouquet in hand and dressed in his usual classy clothing. He almost hesitated to ring the doorbell, but he pushed his pointless worries aside. There was nothing to be nervous about, after all. It was dinner with his lover, how scary could it be?

"It's unlocked!" You shout from the kitchen, cleaning everything up and plating the food. He twists the door nob and pushes it open, walking in before tripping. He caught himself, but he looked down, wondering what you could have possibly left on the floor right next to the door. Instead of finding a shoe or clothing item, he saw a fluffy black mass peeking up at him through it's furry coat. It meowed at him, skittering away into the kitchen. He was very confused as to where you had gotten a cat, you've never told him about this! He chalked it up to cat sitting before following in the cats footsteps and heading into the kitchen. He found you shooing the cat away very politely, waving it off towards to other room; and much to his surprise, it obeyed.

Chuuya had not once seen a cat so obedient, he always thought of cats as careless and independent animals, but apparently they listened just as well as dogs if trained right. Your eyes lit up when they landed on your boyfriend, then on the flowers, making your heart melt. "Aw, Chuuya! You're too sweet to me, you didn't have to bring me flowers!" You say, approaching him, he sighs and puts an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. "I know, but it's the least I could do for you, I mean you're making me dinner." He says, kissing your forehead and handing you the flowers.

"Still though. Thank you, Chuuya." You say excitedly, walking towards the cabinets and grabbing a vase, filling it up about a fourth of the way with water. "Yeah, it's no problem, doll. Hey, uhm, you never told me you had a cat around." He says with a slight laugh. You turned to him, furrowing your eyebrows before a look of realization came over your face. "Oh! I'm sorry, yeah, I have three cats." You gave him a grin, which widened when you saw his surprised face.

"Do you not like cats? I'm sorry, I should have told you." You say, straightening out your shirt. "No! No, it's alright, darlin', it just caught me by surprise, you know? I'm more of a dog guy..." He murmurs, hugging you and looking over your shoulder at the food. "That looks really good though." He compliments, gently cupping your cheek. You thank him and guide him aside with your hand on his waist in order to bring the vase to the dining room table. He jumps upon feeling something furry rub up against his pant leg, looking down to see an entirely different cat. He stares at the furry animal before hesitantly squatting down to pet it.

Running his fingers across the felines head, he smiled a bit, scratching it behind the ears before standing up to wash his hands. The cat, however, did not take no more for an answer. It butted it's head against Chuuyas calf, purring as it did so. Chuuya rolled his eyes and looked at it again, resisting the urge to pet it and have to wash his hands all over again. You return to the kitchen to grab the plates, setting them at the dinner table with a smile. Chuuya follows you out, the cat following him, like a train. Chuuya sits across from your seat and watches you situate yourself, a sort of love struck expression on his face. You notice and blush, a small and breathy laugh escaping your lips.

Chuuya is snapped from his adoring gaze by what feels like a trillion pounds of bricks being dropped into his lap, causing him to let out a loud "oomph." You look at him with confusion and concern and Chuuya looks down at his lap, seeing a massive and utterly colossal, prodigious, party-sized ass cat loafing in his lap. How it even jumped up onto him was entirely out of his scope of knowledge. You peered under the table and saw your largest cat on your boyfriends lap, making you frown.

"I'm sorry about him, he's on a weight loss journey, I promise." You apologetically say, getting up to remove the stupendously sized cat from Chuuyas thighs, gently plopping him down on the floor. He nods in response, putting his hands up defensively. "It's not a big deal, I promise. He looks like he's got the spirit to get to that goal." He says, remote enthusiasm in his voice. You nod with a smile. "He definitely does. I think you'll get along with all three of them well, I think they already really like you, especially (cat #3's name)." He smiles a bit and nods, taking a bite of his food, humming in satisfaction. "You're such a great chef, doll. Did you have the cats pick fresh herbs and spices or somethin'?" He playfully says, making you scoff.

"I wish those cats could help out. They're wonderful for moral support and occasional obstacles, though." You sarcastically reply. He smiles. "Do they actually knock stuff off of tables? I've heard a lot of cats like to do things like that, or sitting on keyboards?" You nod, taking another bite of your food. "Yeah, they've done it a couple times, they knocked pepper all over the place once and when they hopped down on the floor none of them could stop sneezing. I felt so bad for them." You say, reminiscing on all the times your animals inconvenienced both you and themselves with their antics.

Chuuya laughs a little, resting his head against his knuckles. "What poor little things they are, huh?" He laughs, looking at the three cats that were now sprawled out on the couch. You nod. "Maybe they just need another parental figure." You say, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. He looks over at you, his cheeks slightly red and his lips parted. "What, do you want me to be their second/father?" You nod with a grin. "If you'll accept the offer." You smile, sipping on some water.

Chuuya smirks, leaning back in his chair and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt. "Obviously I'm going to, I would never deny you." He says, his pearly white teeth flashing as he speaks. Everything about him really was perfect to you, especially his willingness to be included in your little cat family. "Great, hopefully they'll learn to be a gentleman just like you." You say, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and leaning into him.

A/n; dawg I'm posting this from a movie theater this movie is kinda boring and I gotta be here for 2 ½ more hours send help. Also if I flop again I'm crying tbh (Edit) WALKED OUT THAT BITCH LAST NIGHT W OLD ERAS TOUR MOVIE MERCH BECAUSE I WASNT ABLE TO GO SEE IT ORIGINALLY AND GET IT SO ALL IS WELL

[mncxbe]

Hi, I really like your work, you are very reverent and diligent with each submission. I would also like to ask you to write a story where the reader gained weight and started to feel insecure in society, relationship with her boyfriend ( could it be Chuya, Dazai, Fedor?). Thank you so much. I hope I got the message across. Have a great week!

anon you're so polite omg- I love this idea hhh. Hope you like it♡♡

10:43♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉ū𝒚𝒂, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: light angst/ fluff♡

𝑻𝑾: mentions of eating disorders and poor body image

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

this man does not care about your weight. like at all; he thinks you're beautiful either way

that's why he's so surprised when you tell him you're insecure

he hears you out and tries his best to soothe you

from then on he's really supportive and always reassures you that gaining a few pounds doesn't make you less worthy in his eyes

secretely keeps track of how much you eat because he doesn't want you to neglect your diet or develop an eating disorder

"Bella..." he sighed as soon as you were done talking. For the first time since the two of you started dating, Dazai looked hurt, chocolate brown eyes shadowed with sorrow.

His sad expression only worsened your mood. Your breath hitched, words stuck at the back of your throat as you felt the tears pooling at your lashline.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said all that. It's stupid" you muttered, averting your gaze from his but he quickly hooked a finger under your chin, making you face him.

"My love I'm not mad at you for telling me that. I just... wish you'd told me sooner"

Indeed, during the past few weeks Dazai had noticed your unusual behaviour; you weren't that affectionate towards him, always spending hours on end in front of the mirror, checking yourself out, eating less. At first, Dazai assumed that your appetite reduced because of the high temperatures during summer; after all, he himself ate less during those months, but when you refused to shower or sleep with him he knew something was wrong.

So he sat you down on the couch and asked you what it was all about. You hesitantly told him about how you've started feeling self conscious about your body, how you've gained weight and struggled to lose it, to be the pretty for him.

As you spoke, you noticed Dazai's expression slowly darken. He couldn't comprehend what you were saying. You, ugly? You, his sweet girl, not feeling worthy of his love just because you gained a few pounds? You, starving yourself every day because you thought he'd rather have you not eating than being chubby?

Despite how much your words affected him, this wasn't about him; so he wiped every trace of sadness from his expression and smiled.

"I wish you'd told me sooner. I could've helped you, you know?" he continued

"But how? Really Dazai this isn't your fault. You can't help me with this" you sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand; which caused a mellow laughter to roll past your boyfriend's lips.

His hand slid up your cheek, thumb lightly tracing over your cheekbone as he held your gaze.

"I know bella, but I could've reminded you that to me you're the most beautiful woman. If you wanna get back in shape that's alright, but don't put too much pressure on yourself, ok?"

You gave a weak nod and his smile widened. Kissing your tears away, his arms snaked around your frame, pulling you flush against him. Your head came to rest against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

"Thank you Osamu. I think really needed you to say that" you eventually spoke up and he chuckled, gently threading his fingers through your hair.

"Anytime bella, Anytime"

𝑪𝒉ū𝒚𝒂

just like his partner in crime, Chuya is also surprised when you confess you're insecure about your weight

he starts rambling on about how today's society pushes unrelalistic beauty standars on women and all that

threatens to "deal with" whoever calls you fat or makes you feel self conscious about your weight

but after he calms down a bit he reminds you that you're gorgeous either way

like hell, he even likes you more like this honestly. he adores your curves

It's been around half an hour since your boyfriend started his diatribe and he showed no sign of stopping. What started off as a simple conversation- you telling him that you've developed an insecurity abour weight- ended up with him ranting and raving about beauty standards and how low society has become.

"Seriously now, it's fucked up" he decalred as he downed the last sips of wine; red liquid tinting his lips crimson. "I mean, really. You're absolutely stunning as you are. You don't need to look like those models in magazines."

"I don't want that Chuu I just..." you stammered, fumbling for words.

"I know sweetie. You wanna lose a few pounds and if you really want that I'll support you. After all, it's kinda my fault you gained weight, right?" he asked with a chuckle "Considering all the dinners I took you to..."

His comment lightened the mood, a little smile creeping on your face. "You know it's not your fault honey, really. I just need to be more careful with what I eat in general"

Chuuya sighed, placing the empty glass on a table nearby. He took your hand in his, fingers gently intertwining with yours. "Look sweetie, if you wanna lose weight it's ok. But please know you don't need to do this to be beautiful, because you already are. You're my pretty girl"

A gentle smile rose to his lips as he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. "And if anyone else tells you that you're not I'll personally teach them a lesson. You can count on me sugar."

His tender words managed to soothe your soul a bit so you nodded, returning the smile.

"You know Chuu, you don't have to go that far"

"I'll go as far as you want me to baby"

For a brief moment, his cloudy gaze slid down your body, taking in your frame; sparkling. His arm snaked around the small of your back, pulling you closer as his wine tinged lips found the crook of your neck, tracing idle kisses along your skin. You gasped lightly at the sudden closeness, causing your boyfriend to chuckle.

"Now lemme show you exactly how much I adore you, sweetheart"

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

he's actually the one who brings up the subject of your weight

he notices that you've been more reserved lately, that you haven't eaten that much so he asks you to talk about it

and when you tell him you're insecure about the weight you gained he thinks it's utterly ridiculous

naturally, he doesn't voice his thoughts, not wanting to make you feel worse than you do already

instead, he takes your hand in his and kisses it gently and reassures you that to him you'll always be the most beautiful woman. so you needn't worry about gaining weight

The cup of steaming tea stood untouched on the nightstand, lavender steam raising from its surface. Beside you on the silky sheets, your partner sighed.

"So... myshka. Are you going to tell me what's going on or do you plan on keeping it to yourself?"

You shrugged, still not facing him. "What do you mean? Everything is alright my dear"

Your voice feigned nonchalance but Fyodor caught the faint trace of worry; he shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Come on now, don't be difficult. I know you and I can tell when something's wrong, so please talk to me" his breath fanned over the shell of your ear, comforting, as his hand traced over your hip.

He could feel your body tense under his touch and he reluctantly pulled his hand away. "Please myshka"

He sounded defeated, sadness lacing his voice. Guilt started seeping into your soul and you finally turned around to face him.

"Look, it's nothing just... one of my colleagues at work pointed out that I got a bit fat and it's been on my mind"

A faint chuckle rolled past your boyfriend's lips upon hearing your words. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you closer to his frame.

"Oh you silly girl" he smiled, fingers gently lacing in your hair "You really got upset over something like that?"

A faint blush tinted your cheeks and you hid your face against his chest. "Don't laugh at me please. I know it's silly but... she was right, you know?

"It's not silly my dear. I'm just surprised it got to you. And what if you gained a bit of weight? You're just as beautiful as you've always been"

"You don't have to say that just for my sake"

"But I'm not" he chuckled "I say it because it's true. Now don't worry your pretty head over it." He used a finger to gently raise your chin, making you face him "Just sleep for now"

Peppering your face with kisses, he squeezed your waist tighter.

His saccharine affections managed to lull you into a deep slumber; Fyodor always had this effect on you, gently coaxing all the bad feelings out of you as if scooping them with a spoon and tossing them in the deep blue sea to be drowned forever.

"Thank you dear" you muttered, lips curling into a mellow smile. "I love you"

"I love you too, myshka" he sighed, kissing you once again before closing his eyes.

[rosedere]

The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya

(Pantalone x Fem! Reader)

MDNI +18

Cw: kidnapping, Stalking, non con elements, Graphic violence (later chapters), Yandere content *will update as the series goes

Cross posted on AO3

Part 1 , Part 2, Chapter 3. Mora Eater (you are here) , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7~

Synopsis: Unfortunately, The Regerator develops a fixation with you while you are working undercover for Yelan. And there’s no one who can get in his way of his prized Lotus.

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For a Root, for a Leaf, for a Branch, for a Tree

For Something, Somebody, that reminded them of Me

Running with my Roots pulled up

Caught me cold so they could cut

What there was left of Love

I'm rootless

-

Pantalone

“And then she...?” Pantalone mused while his hands were interlaced on top of his dark oak desk.

“Well, we don’t know…” Galina twiddled her thumbs.

“She went in so quickly, we couldn’t exactly figure out where she went,” Fedor added.

“But! But—she seemed safe; none of those men in treasure hoarder clothing were around her,” Galina interrupted.

Pantalone only nodded before turning in his swivel chair towards the open windows overlooking the harbor.

“But if we may inquire, my Lord, what are we up against?" Fedor questioned

“I’m not terribly sure myself either, but I know whoever it is, they have Lián terrified.” 

Pantalone moved his hand under his chin, “I noticed they were watching her ever since we met in the harbor.” His eyes flicked up towards the two before him.

“Whoever they are seem to be skilled in the art of illusion.” 

Fedor and Galina nodded, beckoning him to continue.

“That’s why I want you two to accompany us for dinner this evening.”

“If you seek them once again, immediately capture them for questioning,” Pantone casually ordered.

“Using the codeword, right?” Galina asked.

Pantalone merely nodded. A pregnant pause befell the room above the northland bank, tucked away behind a staircase only a select few knew about.

“Where is my precious Lián anyway?” Pantalone asked.

The two guards stood at attention.

“We left her at the spot you requested; she should be waiting for you with the other temporary guards,” Fedor responded, “She also wore the items you sent as well, my lord.”

Pantalone turned back abruptly to where the two guards stood across from his desk.

“Are you telling me the truth now, Fedor?” Pantalone narrowed his eyes.

“Of course, my lord,” Fedor answered in surprise, “you’ll see her in a moment anyway to confirm yourself.”

Pantalone finally stood up slowly from where he sat, looking down at the window behind him. The harbor bustled with life, and colors of the whole spectrum were before him.

Normally, his gaze would flick over towards the shipyard, past the funeral parlor, where your humble apartment was. But you weren’t there currently confirming what Pantone had received from his report.

He then turned his head to face the center of Liyue, towards the restaurant he had made plans to meet you at— Xinyue kiosk.

See, today was a very important day for him. 

Receiving a letter earlier that morning, opening it he scowled hard at the contents inside.

He finally met the love of his life after being stuck in Liyue with... well, a certain ginger subordinate for many years, and now he was being forced to return to Sneznhaya for an indefinite time.

“My lord, it’s time to meet Miss Lián." Galina stood at attention next to the desk.

”Ah, yes, I must not keep her waiting.” Pantalone walked around his desk towards the awaiting guards.

He cant keep his precious lotus waiting for too long, for the shadows were already in position around her from the last glance he took at the window.

-

Waiting in the evening heat was unbearable in the fur collar draped around you.

It was starting to make you think maybe it was for the better that your slits were opened like they were before you made your alterations.

Your dress was now stitched from the inside where the slits were previously, making it a shapy type of dress on you instead of how open it was, now a white spider lily graced the closed slits with only your lacy shawl covering your shoulders to allow you to breathe in the humidity the harbor offered around this time.

The new guards that were assigned to you were mostly silent, only occasionally asking if you were fine before you answered with a dismissive wave and a reassured “I'm alright” before they’d continue to look at... Well, seemingly nothing; you were now on top of the rooftop, sitting in the Kiosk, overlooking a little sliver of the harbor and the colorful rooftops of the city. They were seemingly watching the skyline, most likely feeling that you did not want to be here at all.

"Lián,” the familiar voice called to you.

Looking over your shoulder towards the door was your date surrounded by your new bodyguards, who were escorting him to sit across from you. He was dressed as he normally was only with a more relaxed look on his face.

A bouquet of some blue and frost-like flowers was in his hands, from what you could tell.

sitting down across from you on the cherry oak table across from you where a sparkling yellow lantern shone, Galina and Fedor taking their place besides the guards you were stuck with the whole four hours waiting for them to return.

Pantalone quickly grabbed your wrist before letting his lips caress the top of your hand, giving it a soft peck.

Ew

Resisting the pullback, you let his lips linger on your outstretched hand before letting you take your hand back.

"My lotus, hopefully you enjoy these flowers," he held them towards you.

"I had you in mind when I picked them out for tonight." His lips curled into a smile when you extended your arm to hold said flowers.

"They certainly are.. something " You received them, smelling the sharp, frosted blooms.

gesturing for your guards, you handed them off for them to hold before receding into the side of your peripheral.

”Im surprised you actually wore your gift I bought you,” his gaze giving you his full attention as he absorbed your image before him.

”I am too—I had to alter them to my fit as they were almost unwearable with my physique,” you waved your hand over the tight fabric hanging on your chest.

”Forgive me, I only picked what looked like it would fit you; Snezhnaya clothing is different from the sizes here in Liyue, I'm afraid." He then grabbed your resting hand, holding it in his much bigger ones.

smiling to hide the uncomfortable handhold, you would roll your eyes, being able to see the true motive behind his "gift.”

Maybe if you cut to the chase, you could end this one-sided relationship you found yourself in.

Besides, he probably had many younger women than yourself all over Teyvat throwing themselves onto the richest man in all of Sneznhaya. 

Before you could make a retort, though, you caught a couple of different fatui caterers coming up the kiosk stairs with different plates of foods you’d only seen when Ningguang would celebrate an achievement in the floating palace, their footsteps muted on the wooden planks on the ground..

Pantalone’s fierce amethyst eyes never left your face even after you moved your hands from the table in order for the servers to leave the different types of foods of varying food groups in front of you. The smell was amazing, especially when the golden shrimp balls that were coated in a thick honey-coated batter were laid before you.

Your stomach was lightly rumbling, and you tried your best to ignore it. You weren't about to kill yourself over possible poisoned golden shrimp balls; it was best to find an excuse not to eat, you thought.

”Please enjoy your meal, my lord, and—“

Mistress

You smiled, thanking the guard out of habit, before you realized what they had truly done.

”Eat, my fragile lotus." Pantalone gestured to the bamboo shoot soup and the large plate of golden crab in front of you. “It’s all being funded by me,” he said happily, reaching over to the large pot of tea and grabbing a cup to serve into.

Watching him pour the tea into the jade-glazed cup, you eyed the table. Most of the food seemed fresh and steaming hot, but you knew better, remembering a colleague who lost their life to drinking a tea that was slowly making them sicker and sicker as his days went on, only to find out the deal had gone wrong.

You watched him grab the plate and serve himself almost every single thing from the table, serving it on what reminded you of a sampler platter. You didn't know he had such an appetite until suddenly the plate he had been serving was placed in front of you. 

“Here is your plate, Lián," He carefully grabbed the silverware in front of you, grabbing for the knife. You almost jumped in reflex until you heard the sound of him cutting different cuts of meat and seafood with his dark gloved hands. 

“I apologize once more, my dearest; my mind is all over the place currently; I almost forgot my manners towards my beloved,” he chuckled, finishing cutting your food before leaving you your utensils to eat with.

”Oh, that's quite alright; I’ve just never had anyone go out of their way to serve me nor think about me as much as you do,” you tried to flatter, “Hopefully you serve yourself as well; I wouldn't want you to go hungry.” 

“Ah, don't worry about that, darling; I will get my fill as well.” Grabbing the plate beside him, he began to serve himself. Watching him, you noticed him grab for the same selection of food he had served onto your plates, the portions much smaller than what you received on your plate, but nonetheless, the same foods he served you, even serving himself the warm oolong tea in his cup.

“My lord,” Galina suddenly spoke up from besides the doorway near the entryway.

”I must ask where the purple scarf is,” she asked.

Pantalone gently set the teapot down before flicking his gaze towards the Fatui Mage.

”Please bring it to me at once, Galina and Fedor; this tea would not be suitable without it.” He mindlessly pointed to the teapot.

Just as quickly as they announced their prescene, they disappeared in a mass of elemental energy.

You didn't say anything, focusing on the food you’d been served.

“So pardon me if this seems...” You trailed off, poking your shrimp in front of you.

“Blunt– but what’s the occasion?” you asked, looking back at pantalone across from you.

His smile spread to the ends of his mouth as he focused his amethyst hues towards you.

“Oh, you're a very savvy lotus, aren't you?” he chuckled, clasping his gloves together. “I will also give you a blunt answer,” he exhaled.

“I must return back to Sneznhaya for an important meeting regarding one of our subordinates.” 

“I won't be back for a month at most.”

You could tell he wanted to say more, but he seemed to pause.

"Lián, have you touched your food yet?” 

“You haven't touched anything on your plate yet, dearest.”

You smiled, an awkward smile, to pantalone.

“I haven't,” you said, clearing your throat, “But!” you scrambled.

“You haven't eaten either- pantalone” you pointed a manicured nail towards the plate in front of him.

A slight pause was earned from him; leaving an awkward pause in the air as you waited for an answer.

"Oh, I see how it is,” he chuckled, putting a hand to his chest.

“You know I wouldn't serve you anything that hasn't been checked before being served to the table.” 

You eyed the table once more, looking over the vast arrays of food youd taken a quick scan of earlier.

“You know, Lián, it seems like...”

“You're hiding from something,” he pondered.

Straightening your posture at the mention. 

Time to test your acting skills

“Now I have to be cautious, you know?” You leaned back in your chair with your eyes closed.

“I am associating with a harbinger after all; you probably make enemies every day,” you shrugged.

“Anyone would be silly to try and harm the fatui and any affiliates of the mighty tsaritsa.” 

Finally, you watched him lift a dumpling to his mouth gracefully.

“You are safe under my supervision,” he finally plopped the dumpling in his mouth.

You scooped some of the rice on your plate; it did seem to be of a normal texture after all.

And then the aroma of the golden crab hit you.

It did smell divine…

Looking towards Pantalone, who was now beginning to moderately eat his serving of food, you decided to accept your fate.

Better eat and find out now if he trusted you than later.

Bitterly, you stuck the piece of golden, flaky crab into your mouth with a few scoops of rice.

It was really delicious.

Death be dammed, at least your final meal would melt in your mouth, being made from the finest caught crab in all of Teyvat.

“You know, Lián, you wouldn't have to be so weary if you remembered my offer I made the last time we met,” he smiled, holding his hands together on the fine china before him.

“Is there a deadline or something? This is the fifth time you’ve mentioned it.” 

“Or do you miss me that much when we part ways?” you flirted.

“I may be weak, but I do grow lonely without you." Pantalone finger’s weaved into yours.

“It’s why I want to know if you’ll come with me tonight,” he smiled.

“Just one night, and by the time I come back, I want to know your answer.” 

The pressure was weighing on your shoulders once more; it was a whole month until you’d see him again, most likely taking your new annoyances with him. 

But it just seemed too convenient that he’d be dumb enough to willingly bring you back to his private quarters.

It felt like the more you tried to logic yourself into it, the more you’d come to the same conclusion.

“Of course I will,” you replied, “only if this means I’ll be your only woman.” You chuckled to yourself.

As soon as you uttered those words, however, Pantalone wasted no time enveloping you, the taste of a fine sake and the food you both had been picking at was all his lips tasted like.

His hands were on either side of your face as he kissed you passionately.

-

You swore Pantalone had taken you to a maximum-security prison when you both arrived into the hills of Mt. Aocang In the mountains, there was a hollow opening; the dark interior of the three-story tower he lived in was built into the mountain.

No wonder you and Yelan could never find him; he wasn’t at all near the harbor but almost on the border out of Liyue.

He didn’t let you walk up the stairs, only having you close to his chest as he walked you up the dark obsidian steps leading to the top floor.

The silence in the estate was just as uncanny as the numerous golden statues around the different corners of the spiraling staircase lined with cavern flora.

Pantalone hands were gently massaging you as you began to finally reach the landing at the top of the spiraled staircase.

Then it was just his spacious bedroom, with scrolls and so many dressers and chests lining the border of the room; the canopy bed in a dark tulle curtain of deep sapphire and violet was what caught your eye.

and is currently where he was about to lay you down. 

He stopped at the edge of the bed before craning his neck to kiss you, carefully laying you in the middle of the bed. He wasted no time in ravishing you.

His hands roamed under your expensive dress, hungrily grabbing at the flesh that wasn’t covered by the lingerie he bought you.

Moaning as he began to massage your breast, he began to work his other hand under your dress skirt.

Letting yourself go as he pampered your body, you forgot who he was for a moment.

His loving touches, the care he had as he carefully slipped your dress off of your body.

You hated to admit it, but you were beginning to enjoy his attention.

[kasagia]

❄️️Warm my heart pt. 8 (end)❄️️

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x fem! heartrender! reader Summary: Winter Fiesta at Christmas? Great idea. After all, there is no better opportunity to end the drama that has been going on between you and the general than at a huge ball thrown by Lantsov. Word Count: 3,6k Taglist:@aoi-targaryen @budugu @flostvs1508 @chelseyyouraverageluigi ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova’s Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 7 ~•♤♤♤•~

You liked Christmas, but the winter fete that preceded it was a terrible event.

Especially since this year you weren't leaving to visit your brother right away, and in the next few hours you were going to find out whether the man you gave your heart to was really an immortal, power-hungry monster who would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

In hindsight, you would probably prefer to endure the snark and rudeness of your grandparents and your siblings.

You took a shaky breath as you walked out of the Little Palace. At the exit, you met Fedyor and Ivan, who reconciled after Ivan promised to meet his family. The bastard knew it would be impossible this year, so he agreed, but as long as Fedyor is happy about it, then you are too.

Fedor's worse half separates from you as they reach the great hall of the king's palace.

You and Fedyor blend in with the crowd of other Grisha. You manage to grab a glass of champagne and sip it while watching the people around you. You unconsciously look at Alina, which Fedyor immediately notices.

"Are you waiting for the big show?" he asks, referring to the little show of power Alina and Aleksander were about to do.

Luckily, you missed out on being a circus monkey at the party this year (you suspect Aleksander didn't want to anger you more), so all you had to do was try to get through the last few hours as pain-free as possible.

"I can't wait." you say sarcastically, grabbing something sweet from the snack table. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice your friend smirking. "What is it? What did you do?"

"I? Nothing at all," he lies, leaning on the table and grabbing something to eat.

"I know you too well for you to lie to me. I've seen this conspiratorial smile more than once. What's going on?" you ask, looking at him carefully and expectantly.

Before you can push him further to speak, Genya joins you, saving the man from your further investigation. She shows you some Inferni tricks. When you look away, they both exchange knowing glances, and Fedyor silently thanks her for saving him.

"You look pretty." Genya comments, turning to you as the three of you eat the sweets. Take advantage of the opportunity while you can. In the Little Palace, you rarely ate anything other than those nasty herrings. "I like your earrings. Moonstone, right?"

"David made them for me. Initially, they were supposed to be… something else, but he had enough material to make me earrings as well."

"Yes, he is very talented. And what was most of it he spent on making?" she asks curiously as you three walk to a more distant part of the room where there are much fewer people.

"A ring."

"A ring? I don't see any on your finger."

"It wasn't supposed to be for me. Christmas gift." you explain vaguely.

The ring was supposed to be for Aleksander... no proposal or anything else. He recently lost his ring, so you asked David to make him a new one, practically the same as his old one but with a piece of moonstone inside.

"Oh, I see. You know, David told me that the moonstone has… a very special meaning," she says teasingly.

"Really? And how often do the two of you talk like that?" you ask just as teasingly, and she blushes too.

You both laugh, and only now do you notice that Fedyor has also disappeared somewhere, leaving you and Genya alone.

"May I ask who that special gift is?"

"I... I haven't decided yet." you tell her what is actually true.

This evening was to decide everything. That evening, Aleksander was to put his plan into action. If he really decided to use Alina in his plans... you had a backup plan ready. Which you hoped you wouldn't have to use.

You notice Aleksander as soon as he enters the room.

And you are speechless at the sight of him.

At the sight of his black kefta embroidered with red threads.

He gives you a short, meaningful look and goes to greet the royal family. You turn immediately towards Genya with a questioning look, and she simply shrugs.

"He wanted a matching kefta." she explains, but she frowns at your growing excitement. "But I want you to be careful. He's… a powerful man. Even if you tamed him a little."

You are going to deny her words, defend him, and say that he is not as bad as everyone makes him out to be, but you are speechless for the second time when soon after Alina enters the room in a black kefta with gold embroidery.

You shake your head, laughing bitterly.

"Apparently not." you say, staring at Alin with envy. The bitter bile of jealousy and hurt wells up inside you as you try to focus on your anger rather than the tears welling up in your eyes.

Genya stares at her as surprised as you, searching for someone in the crowd.

"I don't understand… after all…"

"Don't worry, I understand." you say firmly and coldly, making the redhead shiver. You ignore her, staring at Alina as she approaches Aleksander from behind, surprising him when she smiles sweetly at him. "And I'm not going to be part of this fucking threesome."

You leave Genya alone before she can say anything. You don't stay for the Alina and General show. You just walk out, pushing your way through the crowd and finding the back exit where the fewest guards are patrolling. All you wanted was to disappear into the shadows.

Aleksander looked for you frantically after Alina approached him. But he doesn't see you anywhere. You left Genya alone, and he wasn't able to spot you in the crowd.

He did his little show with the Sun Summoner and left her with her friends. He moved quickly towards the exit, catching Genya's gaze. The woman immediately followed him. They both left the room and went into the corridor, where Fedyor was already waiting for them.

"What happened there?" he asks them furiously. "Who gave her that damn kefta? That wasn't the plan."

"Um… David saw Baghra leaving the Grand Palace."

Aleksander frowns in anger at Fedyor's words. He clenches his fists and takes a few breaths to calm himself down. His mother always had to destroy everything that was good. He should've predicted it.

"And where is she now?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"Baghra?" Fedyor asks hesitantly as Genya gently moves towards him.

"Y/N!!" they both tremble when they hear him shouting. Shadows circle him, giving him an even more ominous look. He sighs when he sees the fear in their eyes, and with a wave of his hand, everything returns to normal. “I meant Y/N.” he says more calmly, slightly embarrassed by his sudden outburst.

"We do not know. David followed her, but she vanished from his sight."

"Vanished?" Fedyor nods. Aleksander immediately thinks of his mother. Only she and he knew the exact location of the hidden corridors in the Grand and Little Palace. She had to take you. Convince you finally that he is a monster. "I want our men at every exit gate around the castle, at every exit and entrance, and at the sewers that lead from here. As soon as you see her, you are to capture her and alert the rest."

"Baghra or Y/N?"

"Both!" he says angrily, walking towards the exit of the palace. "And you two are to guard the Sun Summoner. I don't want her to disappear too."

He doesn't go far before Ivan catches up with him with the news that there was an attack on Alina. He freezes in his steps. It cannot be split.

He can either look for you or protect the Sun Summoner.

And the choice is simple for him.

You kept your hand pressed tightly to your mouth to keep from making any sound as you walked down the hall of the Grand Palace. Tears flowed freely from your eyes, somehow making their way through your hand and into your mouth so you could taste the saltiness of your defeat.

He chose Alina. Actually, both of you, but what difference did it make? You made it clear to him that you wouldn't be just another pushover in his life, just another face among many others. You wanted everything or nothing. Nothing half-hearted, no half-truths, and no being THE OTHER WOMEN.

As you walk and cry, you don't notice something suddenly moving in the shadows, and listening to the heartbeat of someone who might be hiding in a secret passageway in the hall is the last thing on your mind right now.

That's how someone grabs you tightly by the arm in an aching hug and drags you along with them to the hidden exit of the castle. You struggle and freeze, both shocked and irritated, as you see who caught you.

"Baghra? What the hell do you want?" you ask irritably, not wanting her to see you like this. You pull your hand from her grip and wipe the remaining tears from your face.

"I'm helping you, child. Do you think Aleksander won't send people after you who will lead you back to him like some pet?"

"I don't need your help." you growl, backing away from her in anger.

"You think so? So c'mon. Go, run away by yourself. I am sure he will find you. Maybe he will even put a collar on you too. You, Alina and Aleksander will have so much fun together."

You stand still, listening to her words like poison. You shake your head and turn to face her, watching her smirk with spite.

"You know what? I'm not surprised that he... that he thinks what he's doing is right. If he told me even a little bit of the truth about himself, then I know how you treated him. How you shaped him. So don't be surprised that your son became what he became when all you showed him was how to take advantage of other people and how to not care about anyone but his own goals and needs. Maybe if you hadn't run away from all those who are supposedly not worthy of your attention and hadn't taught him the same things, he would have turned out completely differently. Maybe if you saw him as something more than a creator of the fold, a Black Heretic, everything would be different. And don't worry. I can handle everything perfectly on my own."

You leave her in the secret corridor and don't look back as you return to the main halls of the Grand Palace.

Aleksander was furious. No one saw you, no one could find you. He ran out of the Little Palace and headed straight for the stables. You had to sneak out somehow. He hoped that maybe he would ride his horse around the area and find you.

He doesn't wait for the horseboy. He approaches his horse and saddles it quickly and expertly. He has his foot in the stirrup when he hears movement near the entrance.

"Are you going somewhere?" you ask, leaning against the entrance with your arms crossed.

He freezes, blinking a few times, making sure you're not some sort of vision, ghost, or other creature tormenting him. When he realises you're standing there in your body, he jumps off his horse and runs towards you. He hugs you to his chest and buries his nose in your hair. He lets out a shaky breath, inhaling your scent.

"Saints, where have you been?" he asks, not letting you move away from him. He needs to feel you close.

"On the way. Far from here. I turned back when I heard that there was an attack on Alina. Did anything happen to anyone?" you ask worriedly, moving away from him. He doesn't let you go far, just enough to look at him.

"I… I don't know." he admits, embarrassed, and you frown, looking at him in disbelief.

"How don't you know?"

"I left. I left Ivan, Fedyor, and Zoya in charge. I… I had to find you."

His confession makes your heart melt, and you bite your lips, holding back the sudden urge to kiss him. Your brain gets back on track as you start to think again about how your friends and other Grisha handle another attack on Sun Summoner.

"We have to come back to them." you tell him as you somehow manage to get out of his grasp and turn towards the exit.

"Wait... please." he says this and quickly overtakes you, blocking your only escape route. You stare into his dark eyes for a moment before shifting your gaze to his horse, which is watching the two of you closely. He doesn't let you take your eyes off him for long. He gently grabs your chin and forces you to meet his pleading gaze. "Talk to me."

"About what? We have nothing to talk about." you say, glaring at him defiantly.

Common sense screams at you to run away from him. He wasn't just the red flag; he was the whole red carpet. But how can you leave him when those dark eyes look at you so pleadingly, when he clings to you like to the anchor, like to the only thing that holds him sane?

"If that were true, you'd be on your way, far away. I know you could get through all those people I put on guard, even me. If we didn't have anything to talk about, I… I wouldn't be looking for you like a mad man, leaving the Little Palace in such a situation without my supervision. You know that."

"Why are you wearing a kefta with red embroidery? Why did Alina replace her blue one with a black one? You can't have a cake and eat it at the same time, Aleksander. I want... I want to be the only one for you... as you are the only one for me, even though this shouldn't happen. Even though I know what you did, but... I can't help seeing you as... as someone more than my general or the Darkling. I... please, just don't prove me I am that naive to love you."

You lift your head to look at him just as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

You stand there in shock for a moment, but you respond to his kiss with equal parts fervour, passion, and need. He wraps one hand around your waist, and the other gently cups your cheek, tilting your head to a different side to give him better access to your mouth. You moan into the kiss, grabbing the lapels of his kefta and pulling him even closer to you.

The thought occurs to you that he looks good in red.

His cold fingertips tease the hot skin of your neck as he begins to undo the buttons on your kefta. A shiver runs through you as you break away from him, realising that you two still have a few more things to explain before you can finally let yourself lose yourself in him.

"Wait, wait." he listens to you and immediately pulls away from you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He licks his lips and is about to ask you a question when you interrupt him. "Nothing happened. You didn't do anything wrong; I just need to know. What about Alina? And the fold?"

"She means nothing to me. She is nothing compared to you. She is just a means to an end, and I… might have changed my plans a little bit."

"What do you mean?" you ask, crossing your arms. He sighs and looks at you for a long time before answering.

"I'm not known for making noble decisions. But know that everything I do—everything I wanted to do—I did for Grisha's sake. And I admit... these were not good for everyone. I wanted to seduce Alina. Make her trust me, make her rely only on me, and take advantage of her. But then I promoted you. I needed help with the papers—someone who wouldn't question my authority and for whom Grisha's well-being was as important as mine. And you ruined all my plans after the first day when you argued with me about sending our people through the fold. I... for the first time in hundreds of years, I had someone who wasn't afraid to say what she thought. Someone who respected my opinion even if she didn't agree with it. I felt that… that I didn't have to be this monster around you, that I didn't have to keep up my image. That I don't have to be a Darkling for you to respect me. And I know I'm far from being a good man, but with you... with you, I remember what I was like before all this happened, before this whole thing with the fold. What I was fighting for. What I believed in. I thought that that man died a long time ago, but with you, I am... I can be just my old self. The one I really missed. The only one of many of my... well, version of myself that I didn't play or create for survival purposes. I live with you. Not just keep fighting to survive for the better times. So please believe me that when I say I love you, I say it from the deepest truth, from the remnants of my heart that I still have after the centuries I have lived. The remnants that you picked up and brought back to life, my little almighty heartrender. You don't have to want me back. I don't suspect you will… just please don't leave. Don't leave me again alone in my darkness."

And what can you say? What can you do other than go up to him and kiss him like you've never kissed anyone else? You don't know who is more surprised—you, him, or that damned horse neighing in the background, ruining your perfect moment. But you don't care. You kiss your shadow summoner and try to convince him that, from now on, he will never be alone. At least as long as you breathe.

"I have something for you," you say later that night as you lie in his arms in his bed.

After your little make-out session, you returned to the Little Palace and took care of everything. Baghra was gone, Alina was safe (with Mal returning after Aleksander had abandoned his search for the deer), and everyone in the palace had somehow survived another attack.

"I don't need anything except for you to stop squirming so much," he murmurs into your neck, tightening his grip on you as you try to reach for your kefta, which is discarded on the floor next to the bed.

"Aleksander!” you squeal, laughing when he touches the sensitive spot on your waist, making you tickle. "Don't you dare." you say, seeing his malicious look. "I'm serious. Tickle me, and I'll fly out the door, not caring who sees me naked."

"I'll remember that." he huffs, offended, and buries his face in your neck. His beard tickles your skin, and even more tickles your sensitive skin, where he left a few hickeys on it.

You somehow manage to reach into your kefta and take out a canvas pouch. You place it on Alexander's chest, smiling excitedly as he pulls away from you gently and takes the item, examining it in his hands.

"What is it?"

"Your Christmas' gift. Open it."

He doesn't question your order. He pulls you towards him so that you're sitting between his legs and leaning against his chest. He hugs you, holding you close to him and resting his chin on your head as he opens his pouch and selects a ring. You feel him hold his breath, and his heart speeds up.

"Don't worry; I'm not proposing to you. I'm not crazy enough to do it so quickly. Besides, I'm quite a traditionalist when it comes to this. I'll wait for my ring. I just know you lost yours somewhere and… I thought it would be a nice gift."

"Is this a moonstone?" you nod at his question.

"Do you like it?"

He doesn't answer. He places a kiss on your head and hands you the ring. He sticks out his left hand, obviously wanting you to put it on his finger.

You do it with trembling hands. It looks good on his finger. And the possessive thought crosses your mind that he is truly yours now.

"I have nothing for you, milaya. You'll have to wait before I pick up your gift from David and Genya." you turn around in his arms with a smile.

"I already have my gift. You let me warm your heart. That's all I wanted." he gives you that charming smile and kisses you. You smile against his lips, feeling his arms around you again as he pins you to the mattress to shower you with kisses again, hickeys and all his attention, whispering against your skin with every kiss how much he loves you and needs you.

And in the morning, you find a beautiful black kefta with red embroidery and a ring that matches the one you gave him. And as you hear his heartbeat against yours, you decide it's the best Christmas you've ever had.

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 18 June 1943, 18-year-old Ukrainian anti-Nazi fighter Maria Kislyak was executed alongside her two friends Fedor Rudenko and Vasiliy Bugrimenko. She had lured two Nazi officers into the woods for her friends to kill. The first time she was arrested by the Gestapo but she did not confess and had to be released. But after the second time the Gestapo rounded up 100 civilians and stated they would kill them all unless the killers came forward. Maria and her friends confessed and she claimed to be the leader of the group. More information, sources and map: https://stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/8999/maria-kislyak-executed https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=646385420868010&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

[ledalife]

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t have known you better if we’d been friends for twenty years. You won’t fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you’ve made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you’ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.”

White Nights - Fedor Dostoyevsky

[foreverfreebsd]

The new chapter makes me hope that the final fight will be between Rampo and Fedor. Imagine these two will fight not in strength, but in intelligence. Rampo will once again prove his importance and inseparability from the ADA.

And we will again remember Fedor’s phrase about how even an ordinary person, when defending his home, is stronger than any esper.

[sweet-cuddlebug]

(Translated from Russian to English. Original post on the official accounts of 13 Cards on VK and Telegram(and probably others but I only have those two))

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⚡⚡⚡ We announce the premiere date of the long-awaited animated series “13 Cards” from the Phoenix studio - a spin-off of the Russian hit comic book “Land of Kings”, which became the best-selling in the country in 2021.

❤ SO, THE PREMIERE WILL TAKE PLACE...... March 13th! New episodes will be released exclusively on Okko on the 13th every month.

“13 Cards” is a comical story about how different archetypes live under one roof. Fyodor, like any teenager, wanted an easy life, so that others would do all the boring duties like cleaning and studying for him. The wish came true, and he had 8 clones at his disposal, summoned from a magical deck of cards. Only Fedor did not expect that each card is a unique personality with its own ambitions, and none of his clones is going to wash the dishes. The doubles turned out to be completely unadapted to life in the real world, but they flatly refuse to return to the magical world.

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HELLO??? CAN I SCREAM ABOUT THIS TO SOMEONE ?? IT WILL FINALLY ARRIVE

[spacexseven]

I think that Fedor will not take care of your child with him as much as he takes care of you. The child will be like an mandatory application to the ideal, orthodox, christian family with you. He is bad with parenting and thats why you always sitting at home and taking care about son (or daughter... i think it doesnt matters to him, but maybe he'll have daughter to spoil and son like the one who will continue the "Dostoevsky" family). Imagine: When there's opportunity to spend time with family he always with you. He spend time with his kid only when they come to ask something themselves, but there's no times when he gives them attention on the first place. You the one and inly who will say yes if kid ask to sleep together beacause of nightmare. He doesnt even hug child, he hugs you and... maybe a kid... a little... He is very cold father, but you dont see it in him like you dont notice all strange things about his work. And also, i think about how kid will love you more than his father - Fyodor and it will cause a little arguments at home.

to a certain extent, i can see fyodor being mostly detached from his child(ren), keeping them as a way to help uphold the image of a perfectly ordinary family (and keep you busy) more than starting a family because he really wants to, but i don't think he'd be completely uninvolved. after all, he does have genuine feelings for you, and he does want to keep his family unaware of his job and what it entails. fyodor, i would think (esp in this au), isn't used to being truthful/upfront. he manipulates you greatly and by extension, his children too, because it's how he knows to control the situation. so if his child is scared from a nightmare, he won't be opposed to letting them sleep in the same bed as you two, or getting up to check the room for 'monsters'. his idea of bonding time includes puzzles and books, (i cant imagine him. playing like catch lol), and he does put in a lot of time into it, because he needs you and his family to trust him and rely on him. so you'd never leave.

[izloveshorses]

Hello, can u pls share a face claim/how u envision Anya and Dmitry for five of ur fics (of your choosing) 💕

(Also u can’t use Derek or Christy, or any performer who has professionally held the role 😈)

ooooooooh i LOVE this question. what a challenge!! it's hard not to picture christy and derek at this point, especially in canonverse fics, but i have collected a few other faceclaims over the years for aus, i must admit. some of these will be predictable lol but some i feel like you will just have to trust me on. (given we've been friends for nearly 5 years now i feel like you know my brain enough to Get It 🙈)

this gets a little long bc of course we have to include visual references, so the list is under the cut:

obligated to start with the road trip au, as it's my current wip: Kennedy McMann and Alex Saxon

you might know them both from the cw's nancy drew. i chose them for this au bc i feel like they got the soft friendship/ angsty hurt/comfort thing going. look at them it's perfect

paris au (or other modern-ish aus where they live in paris): Alba Baptista and Lucas Bravo

also pls look at them together in Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris (2022)! dimya <333

assistant!Dmitry au (or other modern aus, especially ones that take place in nyc, such as the neighbors au): Zoey Deutch and John Bubniak

you probably know Zoey, but John was the model for ps4 spiderman my beloved. nyc romcom when

baseball au (or any fic where they're younger, even in canonverse): Sonya Priss and Fedor Fedotov

yes, of Silver Skates (2020) fame. every time i think of anya and dmitry as 17 and 19, or just an au where they meet before the revolution, i can't help but picture these two. look at them those are my kids

i know i said no canonverse fics, but i feel like we gotta do the ghost au: Audrey Hepburn and (don't laugh at me but) Robert Pattinson (but like specifically the way he looks in Remember Me (2010))

listen. i couldn't not include audrey on this list at least once, given she was the inspiration for animated anya. and as for robert? look at him. he's exhausted. that's what dmitry looks like for the entirety of this fic. that man is so tormented

honorable mentions?

julia roberts and young hugh grant (this felt like cheating since i'm writing a notting hill au rn lol) amy adams young matt damon????? milo ventimiglia lol

[mikikunchik]

♪ Dazai and Fedor in prison ♪

*They definitely couldn't have avoided sneezing, I mean they were sitting across from each other for a long time and sneezing in front of each other was inevitable, I plan to write two parts, one with Dazai and one with Fedor, this is the first part, in this part I'll describe Fedor's sneezing.

Notes: he mentioned that he's in poor health, and sitting without fresh air in a rather cramped room has obviously crippled his already weak immune system, sorry for the long introduction, let's get started:3

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That night Fedor didn't sleep well, he felt dizzy and weak, his not sound sleep was awakened by the breakfast notification, and Dazai's ringing voice saying

<Ahhhhh~~~I don't want to get up yet.... this bed is beckoning me~ i want to sleep for 5 more minutes, plus there are no crabs, so there's even less motivation to get up for breakfast^^^^ >

His ringing voice made Fedor feel more dizzy and had a slight headache, but he found the strength to reply:

<Dazai-kun, did you know that he who rises early to God falls? (This is a russian proverb ) Apparently you don't appreciate god if you don't even try to get out of bed, you'll be out of favor unlike me. >

- Ahh.... we've already been through this Fedor-kun :<

* Dazai wrapped himself even tighter in the blanket *

- You're so lazy, and laziness is a sin.

replied Fedor.

- Who's talking about sins, Fedor-kun?

Dazai peeked out from under the blanket and gave Fedor his smile.

- Those who have done evil expect evil from others, don't you Dazai san? Kgk-kgk-kgk

*♪ Dostoevsky coughed

- Exactly🎶

Dazai said methodically

*Dazai started to eat*

- Hmmm…I'll eat it later

Said Fyodor and put his plate on the table since he had no appetite and took out a book.

*♪ Dostovesky sat reading a book and then he got a sniffle in his nose ♪

- Ha-chih.

- М? *♪ Dazai looked at him questioningly ♪

Fedor ignored his question and continued reading the book, but his nose started to twitch

- Ah...heh...ha.

He sat with his mouth open and couldn't sneeze, but the itching got worse but didn't turn into sneezing.

-Hahhhh... heh... heh... heh...

Fedor even had to stop reading and started staring at one point with a blank stare, Dazai noticed and started looking at him.

- what's going on with you? Asked Dazai

- Nothing... Ahh ... go...hehe...hehe...htz ..AHHH.

That was a false sneeze.

- Ahem...God bless you?

-Heheheh...Ah...HA-CHHHEE.

Dostoevsky sneezed very loudly without expecting it, his body treudos forward from the impulse his book fell out, Dostoevsky lost his finger under his nose and said.

- Thank you, but I'm already blessed by God.

- ♪ More like a demon ♪

* said Dazai with a smile *

Fyodor walked to pick up the book, but he was overtaken by another sneeze

- Ha...heh...ah...achhi...achhi..! Damn it.

- What ungodly words you use.

But Fedor couldn't answer because he had a seizure.

- Achhee...hee...ha...haa- Chirk...Hachik

- Apparently even demons get sick~

* said Osamu with a cheerful tone, but Fedor ignored him *

Important: Sorry, English is not my native language, I’m writing through a translator, this is my first FF, I hope it’s not that bad (I also wanted to mention that I’m from a Russian-speaking country (To be precise, I’m from Ukraine, many here speak Russian) and knowing this and the fact that Fedor is most likely Russian, I I wrote what his sneezing might sound like in Russian, I hope I was able to convey this, if you want to hear how sneezing basically sounds in Russian, then type into the translator which has a pronunciation function, <Апчхи> or <Апчи> this is how sneezing sounds and is written in Russian, This is what I tried to write in English letters

thank you very much if you read this ff, I really tried, I hope it’s not too cringe, I will improve myself~~~

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[chemical-killjoy]

Demolition Lovers

Pairing: vampire!Gerard x reader

Summary: part 3 of Cemetery Drive

Warnings: way too many references to hang em high and demolition lovers (the songs), blood, death, mild gore? Uh. Sad ending, heads up folks

Word count: 617

Author's Note: Yeah it's a short one and maybe a little poorly wrapped up, but it's ✨the vibe✨ also it's not edited... be warned

It was nearing midnight by the time the hearse crashed through the cemetery gates, tyres screaming and iron bars scraping. There was no noise besides Gerard turning off the egnition. His dress shoes echoed like gun shots, clicking against the cool tiles of the abandoned church's floor as he calmly walked in. No light inside the building.

“Gerard, how nice of you to turn up. How are you this fine night?” An echo of a voice called.

“Fine myself, thank you.” Gerard sighed. “A little tired, what can I say? Hanging out with corpses and driving in this hearse.” he gestured back to the door.

“Really? I was sure that little girl was aliv-”

“She won't stop me!” Gerard yelled, venom dripping from his voice. “She won't stop me anymore.” With that, Gerard tossed a gun to the floor. “Follow me.”

With that, Gerard led the matriarch outside to where the hearse was parked, on the dusty dirt trail to the church that weaved it's way around graves. He opened the boot and lowered the coffin.

Mariah arched one thin brow. “I don't believe it.”

“Would I lie to you?”

No one spoke a word as Mariah opened the casket to see Y/N, blood spattered down her white dress, cool and not breathing. Mariah breathed in the scent of blood.

“I guess not... But I need to be sure.”

Mariah's fangs were on Y/N's neck before she could even move, causing her to cry out in agony.

“NO!” Gerard shouted, charging at Mariah to knock her away from the person he lived and died for, but when he crashed into her, Mariah was darkly prepared. Gerard felt the sharp spike bite into his skin as the stake pierced his stomach.

The two fell to the ground, Gerard gurgling and struggling, determined to fight until the bitter end. He pulled out the stake.

Y/N remembered Gerard's instructions, his voice whispering in her head. After all is said and done, climb out of the pine box. Y/N jumped out, gripping her neck fiercely, in a feeble attempt at stopping the bleeding. Mariah has a sister, she'll be inside the building. I want you to burn the church. Y/N looked over at Gerard fighting for his life. Don't stop, if I fall, and don't look back.... She knew she was no match for the vampire.. but that doesn't mean she couldn't distract her. The plan just needed to be altered a little.

“RUN!” Gerard bellowed. Y/N grabbed the small bag of ammunition she had in the back of the hearse. And she ran to the church.

Then, chaos.

Mariah staked Gerard's heart. A bomb went off. The church, ablaze.

“No!” Mariah screamed, about to make a run to find her sister, but Gerard was faster. With a scream, he pulled the stake out of his heart, and plunged it deep into Mariah's heart before she could run, blood meeting blood as he killed her with the weapon she used against him.

Mariah hardly noticed, trying to move into the fire as Y/N staggered out, bleeding fiercely from the holes in her neck that she clutched in a bitter attempt to hold onto life.

Y/N dropped to the grown beside Gerard.

“No! No, please. Y/N, no.” Gerard cried, dragging his body toward Y/N.

“I'm with you, my love. I'm with you now.” Y/N said, as she dropped her hand from her neck, breathing hard. Tears mixed with blood on the dirt path.

The two spent their last breaths together, coughing into a pool of blood. Gerard reached out to hold Y/N's hand. Fingers brushed, and eyes met. “Y/N,” Gerard gasped, blood tinting his mouth, “I lo-”

Nothing is forever.

Tagging: @fandomfoodiedancer @smiling-girl @niche-bitch @fedorable-killjoys as always if anyone does or doesn't want to be tagged please let me know! <3 thanks for reading :D

[ruina6471]

Studying historical figures to learn astrology.

When I look at a chart, the first thing I do is identifying which astrological body is the most influential, most powerful. I do not consider myself proficient in astrology, so there’s no elaborate theory behind it. I derived this method from my considerable experience of Tarot card reading—if you trust your cards absolutely wholeheartedly, you can predict the future. I get results that sometimes spook myself and my client.

Let me show you one such case—a client is worried about their final examination, they have only 4 days left to study. The subject is advanced math. They considered asking one of the class tutors to help them.

Issue one- Asking for help from this tutor? Result- Lover/10 of swords—not a good option. The tutor feels no urgency for himself and would stray from the class topic. The client learns nothing at all and is really bad at it.

Issue two- will the client pass this semester? Result- 3 of cups/ the Hierophant. The client IS GOING TO SAFELY PASS THIS CLASS, even though they studies advanced math very poorly. Here, The Hierophant could be identified as the most influential force.

I used Arabian Night Tarot for this client, the 3 of cups shows several women trying to talk an aristocrat into something on a banquet. The Hierophant is a Holy Man who left his body behind as a relic for his disciples.

I tell this client- a handful of people will totally fuck up this exam, as bad as you, you obviously know nothing about math; and this “handful of students” is a big enough number that will make the teacher worried. This group of students will most likely go and negotiate with the teacher for a solution. There will be a group discussion. I advise you pay attention to who fail the test as bad as you, and join this group.

In the end, the teacher will choose to grade the students on class participation, student’s moral value, respect of the teacher and class hard work instead of a number on a final exam—the teacher will try to seek out a kind of “higher moral value”. You will NOT fail this class. You will be safe. Client was still nervous about the exam and incredulous.

A week later, this client came back and tells me what happened- on the final exam date, OVER HALF OF THE STUDENTS simply gave up on math and not show up at all. The tutors and the teacher went into panic mode. They all went away and discuss what to do, and came back with “cancellation of the exam, the grades will be based on class homework and attendance”.

Such is the predictive power of identifying an influential card.

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Now back to astrology. All in all, identifying the most crucial planet, then focus solely on it, becomes a way I try to learn reading a chart (disclaimer disclaimer, I’m not an astrologer). I attempt to test this method on charts of historic figures.

I’ve been thirsting over this pretty gentleman here for a while now— one disgruntled by Moscow weathers that he let anti-Hitler faction does activities among his staff, but hehehe I should stop now.

Fedor von Bock has a very prominent and identifiable Uranus in his chart, in tight conjunction with his ascendant. The tighter the conjunction, the more powerful it is. The conjunction is within one degree.

Let us remind ourselves the natures of Uranus—extremely sudden, intense, and high strung; as sharp as a stabbing knife; does not appreciate soft and tender aspects of life. Uranus is very unfavorable to forming stable relationships, but will have multiple exciting and bizarre love affairs. It signifies sudden destruction, accidents and defiance. Uranus will stab you, drive the blade in deep, and twist the handle. Dry and high just like some Aquarius are, Uranus is not easy to get along, let alone get close and dear to.

Since Uranus is extremely high strung, its natives have tense nerves and weak stomach- It is likely true that Fedor suffers from stomach ulcers. I suspect indigestion too, as if his body rejects food and drinks and would rather live on breathing air. Uranus affects him so deep that it is probable he chose to make these inconveniences part of his character. He has extremely poor ability to relax and rest.

The following is the account from Hitler's Generals by W.E. Hart.

Traditionally, it is SATURN who gives discipline, not Uranus. Saturn is structure; Uranus is anti-structure and highly individualistic. SATURN nourishes the body and a person's material realities, URANUS doesn't care. It is unlikely that Fedor values cultivating structure and disciplined routine in his soldiers, it is more likely that he's a fucking hammer, and he fucking drives everybody into the ground. It is a very important distinction to make.

His Uranus shines so much you'd have a hard time believing Fedi is Sagittarius, a joyful, benevolent Jupiter sign. I honestly do not believe this chart has a strong Saturn, either. I would contend that Fedi did not purposefully sent his soldiers to die like a sadistic, calculated monster. The truth is, URANUS cannot grasp the physical-materialistic-structural-reality aspects. Fedi could not comprehend soldiers are people, and people have bodies, bodies die and then bodies rot, the whole thing is messy. He sees it as a sudden burst of flames, then you are no more on this earth, and it is beautiful. One of the rare things that would move him to tears.

It is understandable that Fedi by nature could not handle logistics (hopefully his staff can). It is true that war experts attribute Germany's failure in WWII as a huge logistical problem. He is poor at providing food and shelter for his men. The bodily aspect doesn’t occur to him until the harsh Russian conditions hits him like a ton of bricks. He would be so affected by it, his own body would crumble.

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So it's time to drive a point home- not all the time we learn a person by his stars, but we learn about a star from this person, and it is an incredible and valuable lesson. ASTROLOGY CANNOT REPLACE HONEST AND FACTUAL HISTORICAL STUDIES. Never could.

As mentioned, Fedi's Saturn is weak compared to Uranus. Saturn would return a person to their ancestry and tradition; it reminds you that you are part of a structure, a tiny spec in a cold Universe, a screw in the societal machinery. Its reminder can be ruthless and blunt, but its rewards reliable and long lasting. I do NOT believe Fedi sees himself as a part of the Nazi structure and would like to gain a kind of lasting rewards from it.

Here's an interesting thing- modern astrologers tell you that Uranus natives are innovative, cool, they like new stuff, new ideas, new technologies blah blah blah; but Fedi is a well-known and well documented Prussian aristocrat traditionalist. In my opinion, i is because astrologers forget that the generational outer planets are TIMELESS. if "time" is an idea inherently incongruent with Uranus, how do you define what is OLD and what is NEW, say? That is totally meaningless to Fedi-- Prussian ideal is just an intense timeless light for him to burst into flames to. The rest is not important.

Modern astrologers could get things so hilariously wrong, if they do not respect history, but want history to fit into their "modern and better" astrological interpretations to a point of harmful revisionism. Hopefully not many of them are like that.

All that aside, enjoy more fun facts about Fedi-

[rosedere]

The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya (Pantalone x Fem Reader)

Part 1, Chapter 2: The Lotus that became a White Rose (you are here), Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7~

Summary: A surprise visit to your new residence causes an interference in your plan of being low key.

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If you think I'm lost, maybe

You're looking in the wrong places lately

You never ask if I'm okay

I've never felt better anyway

Thankfully, the gradual transformation of becoming “Lián” was complete.

No one had suspected a thing, assuming you were a small apothecary shop in the harbor that worked and lived alone. 

It was only after week 10 of being undercover that the two Fatui soldiers appeared at your door. 

Unsuspecting you began to play the part as "Lián,” you answered your door.

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head when you realized who it was:

One seemed to be a tall Fatui mage with a purple hood over her, making it difficult to figure out her true face; the other Fatui skirmisher was also wearing a dark hood over his figure just as his fellow solider had.

You were anticipating the worst.

 And the worst indeed was what you got.

“Lián?” 

“Yes?”

"Do you remember us?" The fatui mage asked, the voice that came from her was delicate and cheerful but not familiar to you.

"Galina,” the mage said, holding a hand out to you.

shakily, you let your hand connect with her outstretched one as you shook it cautiously.

After the awkward handshake, you pulled back to see the skirmisher bow before you.

“I am Fedor, Miss Lián,” he said before holding his bow for a few seconds.

“Please do not hesitate to ask for our assistance since...”

“We are your assigned guards,” they both said in an uplifting tone.

 Oh archons…. As if the pressure wasn't crushing.

“Ah, no need to fear! We are more than qualified to keep you safe as per the regerators order,” the mage spoke.

 "Oh, so I'm assuming Pantalone has sent you here?” You folded your arms.

“Yes, I did send them, darling.” A booming voice was heard behind your two guests.

His long, flowing coat pooling behind him as he walked up the cobblestone steps leading past the scent of spring shops below your small home. 

Of course, he did not come completely alone, with the few low-ranking Fatui soldiers surrounding him like knights.

It made sense, though, from the intel you gathered since he was utterly defenseless in the Fatui ranks. But what he lacked in brawn, he made up for with his scheming brain.

You gritted your teeth.

“Pantalone… you shouldn't have,” you said, letting your powder blue shawl cover more of your chest.

 He stood behind the two guards on your doorstep with his usual graceful smile twinkling before you.

 “Well, I wouldn't have to if you decided to take me up on that offer from our last date, darling.” 

 You remembered what he was saying. But you thought your dismissal of his pitiful offer was enough.

 “I know—I just want to go a bit slower in our relationship,” you puffed your chest out with a hefty sigh.

“I just dont want to ruin your reputation as a bachelor” you added flipping your hair.

He only raises one eyebrow at your statement.

"Such and active imagination you have there,” he laughed.

"I have already stressed I am a monogamous soul, I'd never play with your heart like that"

He then gestured back to the two guards before you still standing at attention.

“Please don't hesitate to get to know your two guards; I unfortunately have to go tend to some business, so I'll leave you for now, Liàn." Pantalone immediately walked towards you, parting the soldiers to the right and left for him in sync.

Stopping right in front of your doorstep towering over you.

“May I have a farewell kiss from my resilient lotus?” 

You could feel your scowl trying to form on the corner of your mouth, but you had quickly fought the urge.

He knew he had the upper hand with all these guards around. He only wanted to show he was in power. It made you sick.

Pantalone closed his eyes, leaning down to where your lips were expecting you to give the kiss on his plush lips before you.

Another sigh escaped before you quickly pecked his left cheek.

Pantalone, still waiting, opened his eyes to give you a clearly annoyed smile.

“Darling”

“I gave you what you wanted–”

He roughly grabbed your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Eyes widen in surprise.

“If I were you, I wouldn't act like a fool in front of my underlings now,” he scoffed his face distorted in annoyance.

“I'll give you one more chance to make it up to me.” 

As he said this, his grip on your chin was harshly increased, making you wince. 

You so badly wanted to breathe frost into his mouth if you weren't undercover right now.

Letting a small, pained whine out, you found his lips in front of you before you leaned in.

 It was already embarrassing that he was about to take your first kiss, but now he was doing it in front of his lower rankings.

You hesitantly brushed your lips against his before you latched onto his firmer lips. This action immediately makes Pantalone eagerly connect to your barely parted lips. He was quickly moving his lips over yours, trying to get you to open your lips more for him, but you tried to just stay as still as possible for him.

Your mind was starting to get hazy from the lack of air, you welcomed the cut off from his mouth, he then held you close to his chest.

 "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?” 

 You nodded in response, as you were forced to be against his chest.

 Pantalone gave you another kiss to the top of your neatly parted hair before he pulled away.

“Oh, before I go, I do have something to give you for our next date tonight,” he mirthfully said with the snap of his fingers.

The two guards that were escorting him before came before him holding four bags from a place you'd never heard of before.

Immediately, they held it out before you could grab it.

“Be sure to wear it. I want to see you in something other than that,” he pointed, gesturing to the frayed white silk dress you wore wrapped in your well knitted powder blue shawl.

“I will, I'm so flattered you even thought of me,” you gingerly grabbed the shopping bags from the two guards in front of you, who quickly went to form a circle around Pantalone.

“You're too kind, my little lotus,” he smiled.

With a small wave, he turned and walked down the alley, with his subordinates following closely behind.

Leaving you alone with your new accessories waiting patiently before you on your doorstep.

“So… Do you two just stay here?” You questioned the hooded figures before you.

“We are here and there; wherever you want us to be or do for us is what we must do." Galina assured with her hand over her chest.

"So what is our first task, my lady?” Fedor bowed.

"Well, if it's acceptable, would you mind watching the entrance? You're welcome to come in, but I'm going to dress in the clothing I received and–”

“Of course, my lady,” they both responded in unison before the mage practically disappeared before your eyes in a bright spark of purple while the skirmisher began the walk down the steps towards the stone steps of your accommodations.

Thank God they left.

You knew he left them here to spy on you.

Shutting your door, you used your elemental sight to see if it was truly safe from the guards that were waiting outside your "home"

Quickly going to your bedroom, you went to the small nightstand in the bottom drawer, collecting your beloved weapon and vision.

Desperately circling your bedroom, you tried to think of a place to hide your items without them being noticed.

Walking around the small room, you heard a creak under your bedpost.

Stepping on the wooden plank, you realized it was loose. Wiggling the board, you were able to see the earthy soil of Liyue under the plank.

Digging with the plank, you made a hole deep enough to leave your items there.

Holding your weapon and vision, you delicately left it in the poorly dug hole before you covered it completely with as much soil as you could pack.

It was sad seeing your items deep in the ground below.

But you had to do what you could to not be caught so early in your undercover work.

Cautiously exiting your bedroom, you tried your elemental sight to see no traces still.

It seems you were able to complete your dirty work in less than 10 minutes.

 As you walked towards the entrance, your foot almost connected with the shopping bags hastily left in the doorway.

 You eyed the clothes suspiciously.

You knew, at least because of the frequency of the dates and his insistence on being exclusive with you, that he wouldn't send you anything weird.

But with your new problems sitting outside watching your house, you knew your lifeline to Yelan and your other agents was completely cut. 

Sighing to yourself before you reached down and grabbed the bags, you looked them over once more using your elemental vision.

The clothes themselves were fine, but well, you just had to confirm what you thought you saw in the bags.

Placing the first two bags on the bamboo table in the kitchen, you opened the expensive, exotic-smelling bags. It was clear they weren't from Liyue, as the material was too thick and heavy for something made for Liyue heat.

Finally, after unwrapping the millions of pieces of tissue paper from the items of interest, a few designer tags fell out.

Well…

You held it up, thinking he sent underwear.

But as you unraveled the scraps of cloth, you felt up the thick white fur that wrapped around what appeared to be the neck when you realized what it was.

"No, he didn't,” you audibly groaned, unable to keep it in your head.

To confirm your theory of what the item was, you stripped your shawl and untied your dress, slipping on the shreds of cloth Pantalone spent 90 million mora on if the price tag was correct.

Unfortunately, as you slid the dress into yourself, it did fit just as a formal qipao would... 

The sleeves were nonexistent, and the three thick cuts of silk and cashmere that fell down to your feet were pretty much an accident waiting to happen. If you moved two inches or the wind even blew past you everything would be revealed to all of Liyue Harbor. 

The fur neckline that wrapped all around your torso to your neck was tight around you, feeling like a choker to the max on you, but in a way, maybe it was a good thing since the back was completely open, only being held by three ribbons of silk, creating a back window.

Maybe a twig can fit in this.

Unfortunately, besides the revealing nature of the dress and the tightness of it, you had to say it would probably be beautiful on anyone else but you, as you were no model that was a firm size 00.

And you werent interested in wearing it in front of the likes of Pantalone either.

embarrassed by the amount of skin you were showing, you tried to get the dress off only to realize it wasn't as easy as it seems since it was so tight fitting to your body.

Walking to look at the other bags, you found an expensive pair of shoes that were actually tasteful, and in your style being thin heels that made them look like they were crafted of ice flowers. The gloves, which were a deep navy blue, were also very beautiful when paired with the ill-fitting dress.

But just as you were starting to make the best of the situation, however, you opened the last bag.

"God, I hate being undercover,” you groaned as the non-existent thong and white bralette were twirling within your grip in front of you.

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Note: mehhh sorry for the filler this chapter next chapter though is more interesting heh

[holespoles]

Fedor Vladimirovich Emelianenko (born 28 September 1976) is a Russian former professional mixed martial artist (MMA), sambist, and judoka and politician. Emelianenko was the PRIDE Heavyweight Champion from 2003 to the organisation's closure in 2007, a four-time combat sambo world champion, and two-time Russian national judo bronze medalist, among other championships and accolades.

This is his own draw illstration !