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hellooo, sunday and aventurine comforting teen!reader who is crying?
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pairings - sunday & teen! reader / aventurine & teen! reader
content - reader is gender-neutral/ teen! reader/ platonic relationships/ familial relationships/ angst with comfort/ crying! reader
warnings - just teeny angst
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âť When Sunday sees you crying, he immediately goes to comfort you
âş Kneeling next to you or sitting beside you and rubbing your back comfortingly, letting you cry and ramble to him about whatever had made you so upset
âş Depending on the reason, he might be livid or deeply sad for you, but heâd never show it as he wants to focus on youÂ
âť Heâd be very quiet, opting to listen to you first before asking if you wanted any advice or help
âş If you want his advice/help, heâd gladly lend you a helping hand and offer some recommendations, if you just want him to listen, heâd stay by your side and offer a box of tissues here and there
âť When you have finished crying, heâd wipe away any stray tears and provide some more tissues for your nose
âť I can imagine his voice being very soothing, basically lulling you to sleep because crying had exhausted you
âť Once you had fallen asleep, heâd tuck you into bed and leave more tissues by your bedside, either that or on a nearby table if you fell asleep on a couch
âş No matter where you are, Sunday will make sure to stay by your side to assure your safety and security until he deems it is safe enough to leave
âť Your state is much more important to him than business matters; postponing any meetings and calls to make sure youâre okay
âş Of course, he wonât neglect his duties and will get back to them at a later time (with a notification in advance)
âť If someone was the cause of your distress, heâd happily deal with them personally, the anger in him masked by a calm and professional persona (weâve seen his manipulative side)
âť All in all, Sunday would be a great person to confide in if you are feeling upset about something (lending an ear, always making sure to have tissues or a handkerchief on him, giving optimal adviceâŚ)
âť Aventurine would have a bit of a hard time comforting you through your emotions, but he's trying his best !!
âş Heâs not as good at confronting his own emotions and chooses to not let them show, but heâd rather you openly express yourself than keep it in
âť His way of comforting you would be listening to you talk or letting you cry, and then heâd love to take you on a shopping spree afterward to help cheer you up
âş Aventurine taking you to a diner to get food, him taking you clothes shopping, doing something fun, etc..
âş Even if you persisted that you were fine and didnât need him spending his money on you, heâd do it anyway
âť I can imagine him struggling with being sincere or genuine, but heâd try his best to give you thoughtful advice and recommendations (he might have a hard time coming up with advice depending on the situation)
âť Aventurine awkwardly hugging you if you went straight to hugging him lol, heâs caught off guard
âş Heâd probably awkwardly pat/rub your back tooÂ
âť Heâd hand you a handkerchief that he keeps on him to help dry your tears or snot (holding it away from himself after taking it back from you, he probably discards it somewhere)
âş Aventurine would get you anything that you need at the moment; ice cream, tissues, etc..Â
âť Like Sunday, depending on the reason that caused you to be so upset he may be angry or understanding of the situation
âş If the source was a person, heâd keep a mental note of who and may do a bit of background research during his free time
âť Overall, Aventurine may not be the best at comforting you, but heâs trying his best to be there for you when you need him, showing it in his own way :)
â á´á´á´á´Ęá´á´á´! â
note - i didn't do a drabble at the ending of the headcanons, sorry for it being so short. :(
#writingâ #honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr sunday x reader#sunday x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x reader#fluff#hsr#honkai star rail#tiny bit of angst#comfort#platonic#familial#gn reader
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The feel of paper ( and affection) Welt Yang x reader.
fluff time
You missed the feel of your lovers hands on your body , gently tracing your the bare skin of your flesh through the gap between the hem of your ash gray shirt .
Lately , heâs been off the Astral express and around the Luofu , something to do with the Mara-struck , Dan Heng , and a lord ravenger .
You sighed as you remembered how depressed the boy looked when he had to reveal his past and saw everyone stare at him .
However , when he came back , you didnât judge him and instead smothered him in affection and hot cocoa because thatâs your job as his practical mother figure .
When Caelus came back and looked just as depressed as Dan Heng did , you knew it was going to be a long day because usually Welt took on a lot of parental responsibility when it came to the children.
You mentally prepared yourself to smother your beloved in affection when he comes back from the exhausting mission he had .
Coffee? Check.
The softest and fluffiest blankets you could get? Check.
Books ? Check .
Hot Cocoa in case he doesnât want coffee? Check.
You were officially prepared to give him the comfiest snuggle pile of his lifetime , and you dint care whether he was sweaty or dirty, the man deserves it.
When Welt came back from the whole ordeal , and explained what happened to Himeko and you , you took his arm and gently pushed him into his room and pulled out some of his favorite books .
He took coffee while you had a conversation so sleeping was not an option , you ended up in deciding to have him read in order to lay back and relax.
You went over to his private bookshelf and pulled out a few historical books , taking note of where you took them from in order to put them back , you didnât want to frustrate your overworked lover after all.
You walked over to the neutral colored bed and placed down the books at the edge before picking one up , diving into the covers , and holding one out to him .
To him , you looked like a small puppy begging for some attention and trying to take care of him at the same time .
Your lover smiled before taking the book , opening the cover and flipping over to where the beautiful white rose was pressed in .
You snuggled up to him before resting your head against his arm and holding one of his thighs captive in between yours .
Soon the arm became his chest because he shifted a bit and placed an arm around your body .
You two had a routine of reading a book together before bed because you both had insomnia, it helped you guys sleep when you read , and since you two had someone to share the time with , it made you much more drowsy.
But unfortunately, the poor man had consumed a heck ton of coffee , it was his comfort drink , and you had to reap the consequences and stay up with him and keep him company .
He started reading out loud for you since you couldnât really read in your mind unless you would fall asleep in less than 5 seconds , also his voice was honestly very soothing so you loved it .
The book cover was old and worn , anyone wouldâve thrown it away , but not welt , apparently, it was from a cherished friend , so he kept it , and many other old books .
It was a hobby of his to collect antique books and store them away into his room for you to read , it was honestly endearing to you . Time to time , heâd let you read them when he wasnât there with you .
He knows that you love antique items too , so when you mention a book that youâd like or some sort of vase or jewel , heâll do anything within his power to get you the item you desire .
There was this one time you wanted an ancient vase , for you recognized it from your childhood , it was high in sentimental value to you .
It was your mothers vase , the one she said was a family heirloom before the house burned down , you though it was lost forces until you saw it .
When it was auctioned off , you cried your heart out and Welt comforted you half the time and then left with Himeko and the rest of the Astral express attempting to raise your spirits .
Welt was gone for literally only 8 hours before returning with a carefully packaged parcel , cushioned with styrofoam and bubble wrap .
He gave you the vase before kissing your forehead and telling you to open it , you opened it and lo and behold , the vase you cherished was in there .
You tackled him and smothered him in kisses until he gently pushed you aside in order to breathe .
You giggled and laughed when he did and to this day you still thank him continuously, the vase shinning like the sun on his desk in your shared room whenever light hit it.
You look over to the side and smile softly before returning you attention to your lover , the smell of old paper and wood filling your lungs .
You snuggled into his embrace deeper as you felt the soft material of his scarf against the skin of your face .
You then realized .
The male hasnât even taken a shower.
You facepalm yourself before tugging on his arm sleeve , silently asking for attention .
He turns his head towards you , grabs the pale white rose and presses it into the book before tilting his head and asking â Whatâs wrong dear?â
â You havenât taken a shower.â You dead panned before gently pushing him out of bed in order not to sully the covers and sheets anymore with the sweat of your lover .
Now donât get it wrong , you love him , but basic hygiene is needed even though he may have fought a person that was literally 100 x bigger than him .
He stares at you before chuckling and moving to the closet to get a pair of pajamas and then goes outside to the public bathroom so he can take a shower.
You wait patiently for 20 minutes before he returns and you greeted with the sight of the Welt Yang , whose usually has a neutral color palette, in bright yellow pajamas with a robot in the front of his shirt .
You stifle a laugh that tries to come up your throat before patting your side , he complies with your silent request and burrows underneath the covers to join you .
Soon enough you chest to chest , legs tangled , and your dozing away while he plays with your hair gently as to not to disturb your peaceful slumber .
Itâs been awhile since heâs seen you ever manage to sleep without tossing and turning , but now , youâre as still as water .
He nuzzles the top of your head for a bit before saying ,
âSweet dreams , my loveâ
#Welt Yang x reader#Welt Yang#Welt#Mr. Yang#honaki star rail#fluff#TINY BIT OF ANGST#LIKE 2 PARAGRAPHS#ITS 2#Reader likes historical things#Welt has historical books#Perfect pair.
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Please write a chef! Villian who adores to cook for their people, literally. They even cook for their sidekick and their henchmen. But never ever for their oh so devilishly beautiful and just as infuriating hero. (whom they have SWORN to never cook for)
But once when hero's parent falls ill, villian is the one who cooks for them so they can get better. However, they are unable finish all of the food, thus ask their kid (the hero) to have the leftovers
Hero, (who unbeknownst to villian was literally starving for days as they were busy) loves the little bits food they had and when they tell that to their Villian, their faux cold demeanor breaks down completely..... And fluff happens next?????
I really hope you don't mind writing on this! Cooking for someone is willingly wanting to nourish them. I just wanted to see that in an enemies to lovers dynamic...
âYouâre looking less terrible,â the villain noted as soon as they stepped into the living room. The hero blinked up at them owlishly from the couch, a mangled crochet project clutched in their hands. It was all so horribly mundane.
âThanks,â the hero said dryly. âJust what I needed to hear.â
Truly, though, it hadnât been a dig. The hero did look slightly better: there was color in their cheeks, that exhausted sheen had vanished from their eyes. Their hands werenât shaking around their crochet hook.
âYour mom is out of the hospital?â
A shadow of that tiredness passed over the heroâs face. It was gone in a blink.
âIf you donât already know the answer to that, I'll be disappointed.â
The villain raised their hands, drifting through the living room. They peered down at a childhood photo of the hero, all toothy grin and smeared ice cream. âJust making conversation.â
The hero sighed.
âSheâs home on bed rest, now,â the hero said, quietly, like they were trying not to wake her up. âSheâs doing better, she is, itâs just notâŚâ they trailed off.
âSheâs still sick,â the villain supplied. The hero nodded when the villain turned back around.
âI donât know why I expected her to be better as soon as she came home.â The hero sounded so small, in that moment. Like they were still that little kid in their childhood photo album, and not someone who saved the city on the daily.
The villain shrugged. âBecause youâre human. Humanâs donât like it when the people they love are hurt.â
âMaybe,â the hero agreed.
The villain slid their gaze over the room once more, snagging on an empty tupperware container balanced on the edge of the coffee table.
Their tupperware container.
Which shouldnât have come as a surprise, exactly. As soon as they had gotten word that the heroâs mother was in the hospitalâwhich had been as soon as it happenedâthey had gathered a week's worth of meals and sent it over. And then, they had done it again the next week, and it became just one of the things the villain did. They cooked for themself, their sidekick, their henchmen, and now, the heroâs mother.
They knew the heroâs mother had figured it out, but she had known better than to say anything. The villain didnât swear on much, but they had sworn to never cook for the hero. Even their mother was cutting it a little bit too close to that.
The hero followed their gaze to the container and blushed.
âSorry, I meant to clean that upââ
The villain cocked their head.Â
The hero stammered for a moment in the resulting silence, âSomeoneâs been sending my mom food. She canât always finish it, because sheâsâŚâ they trailed off, like they couldnât bear to say the word âsickâ. âShe gives me the leftovers,â they finally finished.
The villain had nothing to say to that.
âHm.â
âYeah, um,â the hero looked down, tossing aside their terribly failing project. âNormally I get by just fine, you know, Iâm not incompetent,â the hero added quickly, like they were worried the villain would judge them for it.
The hero swallowed, and again, that yawning and endlessly exhausted look loomed over their face. The villain wanted to never, ever see it again. âBut there was patrol, and then the agency wanted me to do publicity, and then I was with my mom at the hospital whenever I wasnât working and I justâIâm just really tired.â
Seeing it on the heroâs face, in their posture as they slumped against any available surface when they had even a second to rest, in the bruises from hits they should have been able to avoid easily, was one thing.
But hearing them admit itâ
âGet up,â the villain said. Something inside them felt raw at the look on the heroâs face.
âWhy?â
âIâm making you food,â the villain said easily. It was anything but.
The hero froze, a deer in headlights, before glancing down at the tupperware and back to the villain.
âYouâre the one sending the food.â
Even sleep deprived out of their mind, their hero had always been quick.
âAnd the one cooking it,â the villain added, and the hero gaped at them.
âWhy,â they managed a moment later, hand clutching into the armrest of the couch like it was the only thing keeping them upright.
âI like your mother,â the villain picked up the tupperware, hero watching them the entire time. âAnd youâre not entirely terrible.â
The hero barked out a surprised laugh.
âIâm not entirely terrible,â they repeated.
âNo, youâre not,â the villain agreed. âNow, get up.â
The hero got up.
Before the hero could do something stupid, like ask again what they were doing, or a trip over their own discarded crochet, the villain hushed them.
âIâm making you food,â they said, and the heroâs mouth closed. The villain sighed, looping their hand around the heroâs wrist. âNow shut up, and let me take care of you.â
The hero looked at them like they had never had someone do that. Like they hadnât even considered the possibility that they might need help as much as the people they took care of did.
The villain had enough of their idiot face, turning to drag them to the kitchen.
The hero went.
That terrible, awful look never showed up on the heroâs face again.
The villain made sure of that.
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*drives up to the window*
Hey! got anyâŚ. uhhhâŚ. Morgott jealousy HCs? đ
ABSOLUTELY <3 (warning for a little angst)
This is lowkey so fluffy and corny (I fucking love writing this insecure man) I'm not super great with headcanons so hopefully this is good, lol!
ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SECOND REQUEST AAAA <3 ILY
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Jealousy
Morgott is usually a very rational man (at least to himself he is) so when he sees another man kiss your hands in greeting, he nearly chokes when he finds himself seething. His eyes bore into the man's and after a moment too long of having his hands in yours, Morgott can hardly keep himself from ripping you away from the man. Instead, he just stood there and stared like an animal. You learn later when he kisses over the parts of you the man had touched, as if to clean you of the contact, Morgott can get jealous.
However, every once in a while, Morgott will get in his head about it. Despite how much he adores you, if he feels dejected (usually his own fault getting in his head ofc) then he will ignore you. The first time this happened was a shock, like going back to square one. You had happily walked into his study and attempted to greet him with a kiss on the cheek and he had blandly spoken to you, "Thou art distracting, tarnished. Please, allow me to work in peace" The lack of endearment was a shock. (ofc he ended up apologizing later after a little reassurance)
Morgott 100% feels ashamed for getting jealous, and oftentimes he blames it on his "curse" he refuses to believe that such a petty feeling is normal and oftentimes will suffer in silence, believing that such feelings are beneath a king. (he's just so emotionally constipated)
Sometimes, if Morgott's form of jealousy comes from you being in contact with another man (usually at social gatherings) he will become much too overprotective of you. At one point he even attempted to request that you stay inside during a New Years festival because he didn't want you near drunk noblemen. When (ofc) you had refused and reassured him that it would be alright, you ended up getting sloshed and hanging off of him all night. After that, he stopped trying to dictate where you went. Even while drunk you were loyal.
Lastly, after a deep conversation in bed one night (you had finally convinced him to talk to you about it) He admitted that he feels helpless when he is not the one to draw a smile from your lips or a laugh to grace your breath. After reassuring him that you kept a special smile and laugh just for him, it brought a rare color to his cheeks. As he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, he would whisper, "None shall steal thee from me, for as long as I breathe"
#morgott#morgott x tarnished#morgott the grace given#morgott the omen king#elden ring morgott#elden ring#i love him#he needs a hug#why can't we have nice things#I need to hug him in game#headcanons#headcanon#fluff#tiny bit of angst#i'm crying
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no. 54 for maybe some classic passive-aggressive Laura & Cottle sickbay dialogue? đ
54) "I'm a wonderful human being."
"You are truly the worst person I've ever met," Laura groaned, her eyes closed and a bead of sweat trailing down her forehead.
"You're the worst patient I've ever met," Cottle grumbled. Despite his tone, his hand was gentle on her back.
She managed to shoot him a look, but it was weak and faded as her eyes closed and she sank back into the bed. "Maybe being human isn't all it's cracked up to be. You'd make a wonderful Cylon."
"I'm a wonderful human being," he deadpanned, most of his attention focused on removing the bucket she had been desperately holding on to. "Get some rest, Madam President."
"You're certainly the best doctor on this ship."
"I'm the only doctor on this ship."
"Also makes you the worst." Her lips quirked up in a slight smirk.
His hand grazed her shoulder once more before he looked her over and left her alone.
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The Hero, The Guilt and The Chocolate
Summary: Days of peace were still upon you, but you had to ruin it with your thoughts of the previous life you had. Time tries to calm you down, but not in a way one would expect. Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? Or corporate slavery?
Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone.
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Ah⌠Winter was finally here, or was it already leaving? It was proving really difficult to tell with all the portals making you jump from one place to the other. You never thought different times would also mean different seasons.
It was getting⌠tiring, no, exhausting⌠mundane, even? You never thought this could happen. Here you were, pretty much risking your life every day you went out, even for a walk, with your favorite heroes, even involved with one or two (or three?) in a situationship way.
You were dealing with magic, learning a language that doesn't even exist where you come from, acting as an interpreter, trying (not) to reveal mysteries of all Links. And now you were saying to yourself that it was gettingâŚÂ boring?
Oh how weird human nature is.Â
A few of you were staying in the Forge in Hyrule Town tonight and sleeping on makeshift beds prepared by the Smithâs grandpa. Old Man insisted that you were all fine, that you had bedrolls, to no avail.Â
Of course now was one of the calmer times, albeit rare. You took the mug of hot chocolate you prepared in silence in the small kitchenette and looked around the room. You liked the silence of the forge, except the gentle crackling of fire⌠And of course, the lowkey snore of the Sailor, who somehow managed to roll himself ON the Captain like a ragdoll.
You were pretty sure he was aware, any of them would be. They were all seasoned adventurers who probably had to be vigilant as they slept outside, having a âbunny sleepâ as they said where you came from. Instead of rolling him off, the Captain simply let him. A smile cracked near your lips as you turned to look outside.
You watched the snow slowly gather on the hills, covering the ground like cotton candy, the steam coming off the mug fogging the window. Roofs of the small houses and shops in the town were also slowly building a layer of snow on their thatched tops. How long would it last?
You thought of the routine of the people who live in Hyrule Town. A simple life. If not for the current adventure, the Smith would also have a similar one. Wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to the Forge and work through the orders, spend some time with Zelda, talk to MinishâŚÂ
You sighed. Wasnât it also how your life was when you were in Post Calamity Hyrule? A simple routine, plenty of fresh air, time dedicated to learning. It was boring, but you liked âthe boringâ. It was such an awkward feeling to miss your previous âlifeâ, even though you had another one before it.
Your ârealâ life. Where you had to wake up before dawn, get into crowded buses, have coffee as breakfast, sit on a chair a minimum of 8 hours a day, deal with people youâd rather not see, and make ends meet. Spend time with a loved one if you could find the energy. In the end, be so exhausted that you did not really have time for what mattered.Â
You sighed. Of course it wasnât that simple.
âCouldnât sleep?â the high baritone voice of the blonde gently spoke as he also sat down next to the window. Link.
âJust craved some chocolate,â you replied. It wasnât exactly the truth, but not a lie either.
He understood and didnât question it further, he also looked a bit nostalgic, his one open cerulean eye tinted with yearning for something far away.
âWanna taste?â you offered your mug after you took a sip. So creamy and just sweet enough to not burn your throat. âIt tastes even better than genuine Belgian chocolate,â
He nodded thanks and gladly and took it to his lips. A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
âThe milk in thisâŚâ he trailed off and then took another sip.
You gave him a lopsided smile. Of course, the world of Smithy also had a LonLon Ranch.Â
â... is indeed high quality,â you completed his sentence.
He chuckled to himself and returned the smile.Â
âNow that the pleasantries are over, whatâs on your mind?â
You bit your lip. He never beat around the bush, you didnât even fight back.
âI mean, arenât you also a bit worried about the calm before the storm situation we have in our hands? It has been some time since there was a portal or any report of monsters,â you tried to change the subject, you didnât know to what extent you can bore the Hero of Time.
The Hero of Time.
âI wonât lie and say it doesnât bother me, but one should take the opportunity given and use it to rest.â he answered cautiously yet unconvinced.Â
He knew it wasnât good to push you too much for answers, as you might spill something that can be about his fate. Even after a few years, it wasnât clear to the rest of the Chain how much you actually knew about each of them.Â
âLink⌠I donât want to burden you, itâs just stuff about my old lifeâ you had a distant look in your eyes, thinking about the past. The future.Â
âI wonât pry, but know that I will lend an ear if you require it,â he put a hand on your shoulder as he looked into your eyes.
Din damn you, handsome blonde. Of course you would just spill everything. You were willing to do it anyway.
âYou would think Iâd miss my life and be in agony all the time, butâŚâ Other than the fact that here I am with my favorite boys , you didnât say out loud, âI do miss home , but also, on the days we have peace like this, I do appreciate the simplicity. I didnât have that where I came from,â you started.
âI wouldnât count the risk to life as simplicity, but wellâŚâ he raised an eyebrow.Â
âI mean overallâŚâ you paused for a second. âYou know, the simple life. Wake up, do things, spend time with loved ones, sleep?â
Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? He might not understand that perhaps, but he can understand âadultâ you supposed.
He nodded. â⌠I miss the ranch and after finally having the simple life I desire, it does make me feel frustrated to be apart from it once again. I miss it too.âÂ
âYes but have you ever thought, âDamn I am so sick of this I just want some time to myselfâ after a day in the ranch?â you were just probing another line of inquiry.
He chuckled the way you phrased it with such passion. âOn the days I had to deal with cuccos specifically, I suppose.âÂ
âSo I assume you would spend your whole day in the Ranch, with Malon, have some time with Epona, sometimes go to Castle Town, the forest and such?âÂ
He was curious to see where this was going.Â
âPretty much, yes. Simple and quiet.â he nodded.
âAdmit it, didnât you get bored of it, ever?â you deadpanned.Â
âWhat? Why?â he looked a bit scandalized by your question, but you pressed on this time.
âCome on Link, be honest now.â you had a grin. He took the mug to his lips again as he rolled his eyes.
âFine, sometimes it CAN get boring but not in a way you think it is, I love my wife and the ranch,â he protested mockingly as he drank the rest.
â.. But you already knew this, so whatâs your point?â he looked back at you.
âOf course I know what you mean. Itâs just, it is something you worked hard for in life and you love it, yet even that can feel mundane sometimes, thatâs normal,â you held a finger almost to his lips to hush him as he was about to open his mouth again.
âOr you can be so in-love with your partner, but sometimes, as cruel as it can sound, you might need some alone time,â you added.
âBecause you know you love them and they know you love them, there is trust,â he replied.
âPrecisely, hence also why you can bear the distance a bit better, it is an established love, not taken for granted,â you winked. You could swear there was a bit of pink in his cheeks as he turned his gaze away, but maybe it was because of the hot chocolate.
You signed again.
âNow imagine, that you are still doing something you like but now you absolutely HAVE to do it, and after a day of it you are so exhausted that you canât do other things you like, at least not as much of it,â you continued.
He was listening intently.
âEvery day, almost the same, nothing new, and very limited time to create something new. After studying for almost 20 years⌠Mind you, I was⌠or am still one of the privileged ones over there. While studying I didnât have enough of the material resources to do some of the things I liked but had some time. Then after I finished, I had the material resources but not the time,âÂ
You spoke in one breath.Â
âAnd I was or am practically expected to keep doing this until I am an old lady, unless I win the lottery of some sorts or go into some other ventures,âÂ
You guessed this was a good enough explanation for someone in his situation to understand. The word âcorporate slaveryâ came to mind, but it was too early for that.
â...I see,â he replied, sensing you still have more to say.
âAnd I⌠have or had, a⌠uhm, romantic partnerâŚâ
He perked up a bit, he suspected it since he overheard your talk with the Champion, but tried not to let it show. He was aware of your involvement with the Champion, and even possibly with the Rancher.Â
â...in your world, you mean?â
You grimly nodded.
âI still donât know if I will ever see them again. And what will happen once I do,âÂ
You gulped, trying to fight the tears of guilt and shame back. You thought you shattered his image of you. Cheating on your partner. A deep breath.
âY/Nâ
You looked back at him, his expression unreadable.
âI canât know or claim to understand the exact thing you are going through. We all have our burdens. ButâŚâ
Oh there it was, the judgment was about to be passed.Â
âIf they are YOUR partner, they would understand. But only you will be and can be the judge of your own,âÂ
He wasnât done.Â
âWe all know the noble love stories where one waits for the other for a lifetime, I assume they also exist where you come from, yes?â
You nodded, holding back a sniffle.
âThatâs all they are, stories, legends.â
So are you , you wanted to tell him.
âLook, Y/N. I would give my life for Malon.â
You never heard him speak like this.Â
âBut If I were to be thrown off between different worlds and time, with no absolute guarantee that I would find my way back to herâŚâ
You waited patiently.
You could see that it made even his eyes foggy. He kept looking outside the window, touching his own scars without realizing.
â...Time heals all wounds, even if it leaves scars. And scars, they hurt. (Y/N), you were gone for years from your own world with no way back in sight, and then thrown into another adventure,â
He turned back to you again.
âI believe, even I might not be able to stop my heart from fluttering again, if I were to be in your shoes,â
The tears were streaking your cheeks now. The guilt came back to haunt you again.
âBut now, what if there is a way for me to get back?â your lips trembled. âHow will I face them?â
âA friend once told me that the flow of time is cruel, you canât prevent it from affecting you, in a good or in a bad way. When the time comes, you might have to face the consequences,â he said, as a matter of fact. It felt cold like the winter air outside.
âTo them, I am a lost person for years. But there is always the possibility that if I ever can get back, it will just be as I left itâŚâ you trailed off.
The Old Man nodded.Â
âDonât forget, time also could be flowing for them too, but knowing you, Iâm sure there will be a way to reconcile. Together, or seperate.â
Thatâs why you liked this Link. He never tried to spoil and calm you with sweet words or false promises. He said what he thought as it was. That was his way of showing he cared.
That didnât help the pang of guilt that threatened to boil in your stomach, but at least you felt calmer.
He got up and walked to his bedroll to pick up a blanket, and for some reason, still smoking hot mug of chocolate.
âCome, letâs go out a bit.â
You both sat down on the bench in front of the forge, wrapped up together in his blanket. He gave you the mug to keep your hands warm. You put your head on his shoulder. He adjusted the blanket a bit more for the both of you, and gazed into the stars between the clouds.
âThank you, Link.âÂ
âIâm sorry I canât fix things, but I will be here to listen.â
You smiled.
âBut Y/N, there is something,â
âYeah?â
âWhat is âBelguain chocolateâ?â
You let out a guffaw.
#the power of understanding#the power of understanding shorts#linked universe au#time linked universe#isekai reader#reader insert#zelda fandom#platonic time x reader#lu time#linked universe#zelda fanfiction#wow it has been a while#guilt#thinking of irl#tiny bit of angst#time is def not good at comforting tbh#can we say this ia a fourth wall fic or no
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From the first mlp Anon:
I saw ya said it was for cons. Any tips for an artist wanting to get into a con? I wanna try to sell my stuff and maybe youd have some ideas or something?
My dear anon, let me tell you a story...
A long time ago it was that Spain started holding cons that had Artist Alleys. I got into multiple of them for free and with some priority. I absolutely loved the experience. The responsibility of talking to customers and selling gave me enough energy to be 2 days without eating and I was so happy. ... Then I moved to USA and I did not have the needed papers or geographic location to participate in any for... way too long. I only got to attend cons as a customer again in recent years. My plan is to try getting in artist alleys again starting next year.
I REALLY want to get into Artist Alleys again. It's been in my mind for so long, you have no idea. Please.
So... To my big shame and with a bit of grief: not much advice. It's also one of these things where I ask people for advice and I generally always get vague, if just a bit helpful, answers I'll still try to say something from my memories back in Spain:
Have bags and envelopes for people to carry their things, have things to write on, and plenty of business cards. Don't underestimate that!
Oh, and do NOT count on Wi-fi on a con, ever. Always save portfolio-worthy art offline, either printed or on your phone's gallery. You will talk about your art and you will want to show it.
For production, I use Vograce.
My tip for that: If you ask for 50 pieces of anything, you can make them as diverse as you want, and you can use it to print obscure characters, for example. Nothing is stopping you from purchasing 47 Sonic the hedgehogs and 3 [your very own personal blorbos nobody knows about] and it'll cost the same
#artist alleys#cons#text#ask#tiny bit of angst#im still not sure if I know all I need to get in an american artist alley but damn if I am going to learn...#I was invited to one but timing and place is too far... Although if it was not so close to my trip in Spain I would have considered it more
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A 5 times plus 1 fic about Dreamling, moments that took the other's breath away. This is pure, domestic fluff
Hope you enjoy
Sorry it took so long.
#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#ferdinand kingsley#tom sturridge#the sandman netflix#sandman fanfiction#domestic fluff#sweet and fluffy#fluff#panic attack#just a bit#hurt/comfort#tiny bit of angst#criticism welcome
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Part 2 pls because Bakugo broke up with us without any explanation đ
guys iâm about to tear up because iâve been wanting for an ask for a minute so thank you đĽšđĽšđĽš
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warning: little bit of angst but nothing too serious
katsuki left your house and went back to his house. he opened the door and slid down it crying. âi loved her so bad mom. why?â he looked at his mother with tears in his eyes. he never cried. never. not in front of people, he canât be seen as weak.
âsheâs not good for you katsuki thatâs why! youâre training to be the strongest hero. you donât need a âgirlfriendâ all you need to worry about is your grades and your abilities.â she said before walking back to the kitchen to finish dinner.
âi can have a girlfriend while becoming the best. Mom you donât know her at all. if i didnât need a place to say i would of never broken up with her.â he snapped back at her and she turned her head at him.
âif you want to date that girl so bad, go ahead see if i care. get out of my house now!â he was shocked when those words left her mouth. âyouâre kicking me out?â he asked surprised. âyes i am. get out.â
katsuki went upstairs to pack his things. he was shocked. he finished packing and got in his car and went to the only place he knew. your place. he knows he shouldnât even ask this of you, he just broke up with you.
he knocks twice. actually scared to see if you would actually answer.
âbakugou?â you asked and he looked up at you. âiâm sorry to even ask you this, but can i stay here? my mom kicked me and listen i know you donât want me to be here and i just broke up-â âcome in katsuki.â you said and let him in.
âwanna explain why you broke up with me so suddenly?â you asked as he sat down on the couch. âmy mom said she would kick me out if i didnât break up with you because i needed to be the best hero ever and i donât need any distractions. i told her when i came back that i loved you so bad and that if i didnât need a place to stay i would of never done it and then she kicked me out.â
you sat there unable to believe what his own mother would say to him. âiâm sorry. you can stay here i donât care.â he thanked you and you showed him to the guest bedroom. âyou gotta sleep here while my parents are here, but my bed is always open to cuddle.â
he chuckled and went into his now room.
a/n - enjoy this because iâve been gone for a lil
#fluff#part 2#tiny bit of angst#katsuki bakugo x you#bakugo x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#mha x you#mha x reader#mha x reader angst#mha x you angst#mha x reader fluff#katsuki bakugou
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Hiiii! I just discover you, and I love your Daryl fic!
Can I request angst fic of Daryl x reader, that the reader would take a bullet to protect him during an attack on Alexandria? Thx, love you! âĽďż˝ďż˝ďż˝âĽď¸âĽď¸
of course you can! thank you so much for the request, it makes me so happy you enjoyed my other fic, i love you too!
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It was a normal day in Alexandria, people were going about their business, kids were playing in their yards and such. Carl was over with Judith, just talking to you as you prepped some meat Daryl brought home on s hunt.
"Does Daryl just leave his things wherever?" Carl asks holding the hunting knife. "Yeah. He's gotten better at it but it's Daryl." You smile. You've lived with Daryl since your group first arrived. You've always had feelings towards him and you'd take a bullet for him.
"What's me?" Daryl walks in the door. "Leaving your stuff everywhere." You look to him. "Oh well." He sits next to Carl, watching you. Conversation went on as normal when there were sudden screams and yells. This caught all of your attention and you immediately grabbed the gun and knife on top of your fridge. Daryl held his crossbow and the two of you looked out the door to see people climbing the wall with knives and guns, breaking into people's houses.
"Shit. Carl take Judith and hide in the back of the closet in my room. Daryl windows." He nods and immediately closes blinds as you close the door and lock it. You follow Carl upstairs making sure Daryl was close by.
Your closer was fairly big so you were all able to fit easily. Carl had his gun cocked and was making sure Judith was well hidden, if someone opened the closet door, you wouldn't see her. You could hear the screams of others. "Alright I'm goin out there." Daryl opens the closet door. "Daryl! Carl stay here." You follow him out, but both of you aren't able to make it out of the room before you hear the window downstairs break.
Daryl holds his hand to his lips signaling to be quiet. from what it sounds there are two people talking. one of them tells the other to look upstairs while they search downstairs. Daryl signals for you to move behind the door as he stands by out of sight, so when someone walks in the both of you could attack.
you hear the footsteps of the stairs searching other rooms. your room was the last on the hall so anxiety built further up as they got closer. A girl walks in and Daryl moves forward his crossbow held up ready to shoot. You cock your gun, a slight movement of your finger and she'd be dead. "Who are ya? Why are ya here?" Daryl asks the question, threatening to shoot when not answered. "Please. I'm being forced to be here. You can tie me up and put me in that closet but please, don't let the man downstairs hurt me." She's crying at this point. Part of you wanted to believe her, but the apocalypse you knew better.
"Tie her up. He has a gun he'll keep 'er in check." Daryl lowers his crossbow. "I'll deal with him." Your shocked at his response as he walks downstairs. "Im just gonna use a peice of cloth, the boy in there has a gun, so dont fuck up." you put her in the closet, giving Carl a brief explanation of what's happening.
You follow downstairs and see the body on the floor. Must've been the guy she was talking about. You run outside, shooting who you can. Your eyes land on Daryl, his crossbow was flung off on the ground and he was busy fighting with a guy. There was another man on the ground behind Daryl.
This must've been another person who attacked Daryl, but Daryl didn't notice the guy fumbling with a gun. Your heart sunk, your legs moving before you could even think. "Daryl!" You yell out as soon as Daryl gets his guy to the ground. you move in front of him as a gun shot sounds.
Your hand flys to your abdomen as you stumble back, Daryl turning around immediately. "y/n!" You feel him hold you, one hand checking where your wound is, the other trying to keep you up. The wound was bleeding profusely, and Daryl's mind was racing. Tears beaded his eyes. "Damn you. You stupid son of a bitch." He picks you up and rushes to the infirmary, hoping someone, anyone was there.
The last thing you remember is Daryl setting you on a bed. It was then you blacked out.
"He hasn't left her side since. I mean i had to force him just to go take a shower and try to calm his nerves." You hear Carol's voice. "He's out on a hunt right? It might help him calm his mind." That was Michonne.
You attempt to sit up, catching the attention of the two. "Oh my god." Carol rushes to your side, helping you. "What happened?" Your memory was a bit foggy. "Daryl says you took a bullet for him." Michonne says. You think for a moment. "I did. there was a guy behind him with a gun. Daryl could've died." You say.
"Y/n, You could have died. There was so much blood I'm surprised you're here talking to us." Carol smiles. "Y'know he never left you. He sat in here day and night. He'd talk to you, tell you stories. I've never seen him act like that with someone before." Michonne sighs.
"How long have a been out?" You ask, only thinking a couple days. "Two weeks. You lost a lot of blood." Carol says.
Suddenly the door opens. Your heart jumps at the sight of the man who turne the corner. "Hey." He freezes, the sound of your voice something he's missed for so long. "You're awake." He says. "Yeah." He quickly moves towards you, wrapping you in a hug, careful of your injury. "Wait what happened to the girl in the closet?" You ask once he pulls away.
"Her name is Maria, and she's still learning to be trusted but she helps around." He says. He steps back as you successfully attempt to stand up. You then pull him in to another hug, your arms around his neck, his around your waist. You move your hands to his face, bringing yours to his, connecting your lips.
You pull away, noticing a smile on his face. "Waited forever for that. Now get back 'n bed." You smile as he helps you sit back. "I owe Carl a candy bar." Michonne says. "What!" You laugh. "He made a bet." Michonne smiles.
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hope you enjoyed!!
sorry this took me a min to get outđŁ
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Imagine Loki taking on an orphan as their apprentice, taking the role of surrogate parent as well as teacher to a rambunctious preteen with the capacity for magic.
TW: None
Rating: G
WC: 2580
A/N: Hi, there! Long time no see, I know. Apparently, Iâve been hoarding finished prompts for a bit and havenât been posting them, so Iâm gonna post what I have before writing anything new for now. I have (minus this prompt) nine asks in my inbox, and I think two or three of those have been written and not posted, but once I get through whatâs already done, Iâll probably be considering opening requests again, just to get some variety mixed in. As for this fic, I hope it was worth the wait. I played around a lot with how to do this, and this felt the most... chaotic and therefore in character. Enjoy!
âLoki, you canât just take a kid you found outside.â
âWhy not? Thatâs what Odin did with me.â
âLoki.â
âDamn, Reindeer Games, canât argue with that logic.â
âStark, do you really want to talk about shit dads right now?â
âNo, thereâs not enough alcohol in this kitchen.â
âAlright, alright,â Steve finally cut in, and everyone that had been arguing looked over at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. âNever mind any of that, do we really think itâs safe for a kid to be here at the Compound. I mean⌠Weâre not exactly a daycare center here.â
âWell, the way I see it,â Loki began, glancing over to where you were sitting with a juice box and pretending not to listen to what they were saying. âYou lot donât let me go on missions all that often anyway, and if I canât do anything like that to prove Iâm an asset to the team, then maybe if I take care of the kid, youâll believe me.â
âAre you⌠asking us to let you be a parent?â Tony deadpanned, and Natasha elbowed him in the side, despite biting back a small smirk.
âWell, if thatâs what you want to call it, sure. Besides, was I supposed to just leave the unsupervised six year old where I found them?â
âI mean, there are people for that,â Steve said with a half-hearted shrug, but Loki only shook their head in response.
âWell, I found the kid first, so theyâre mine.â
âNorns, Loki, you canât just call dibs on a human being.â
âI just did. No taking it back, either. Tough.â
âHave we considered maybe asking the kid⌠well, anything, before we do anything further?â Bruce suggested, ever the voice of reason.
âWhat, you think I just picked the kid up without saying anything? Thank you, Bruce, truly wonderful to see how much you trust me.â
Several of the Avengers began to argue at that particular quip, but all of them fell silent as you finally piped up for the first time since Loki had sat you down in front of the tv to be distracted.
âI wanna stay.â
As if on cue, every single person turned to look at you, and you sipped your juice box as if you hadnât dropped what seemed to be the most controversial thing anyone had said all evening.
âI wanna stay,â you repeated, politely sitting your juice box down. You got out of the armchair and made your way over to where all of the adults were standing, clasping your hands together in front of you.
If living on the streets at a young age had taught you anything, it was how to be cute, how to tug at heartstrings, and how to get what you wanted. By whatever means necessary.
âI donât really have anyone,â you admitted, shrugging a shoulder. âMy parents died when I was younger, so��� You know. No guardians. And, uh⌠Iâm not six, Iâm ten.â
âClose enough,â Tony argued, and was quickly silenced by Natashaâs elbow in his ribs yet again.
âAnd Iâve been on the streets long enough to know that itâs not safe for anyone. Let alone a kid,â you continued. âSo no offense to anyone in this room, but⌠I wanna stay here. I think itâs nice. And if Mr. Loki wants to take care of me, then thatâs okay with me.â
âAh, see? I even have the kidâs blessing. I⌠What was your name again?â
âY/N. Iâm Y/N.â
âY/N.â Loki seemed to soften as they considered you, and when they smiled warmly, you couldnât help but to return the gesture. You hadnât felt this comfortable around anyone in quite some time. âWell, Y/N, Iâve never really⌠taken care of a kid before, but, ah⌠Thereâs a first time for everything, and⌠Well, Iâm sure this will end up more of a joint effort than anything, but if you need anything at all, and I mean anything, you come to me, alright?â
You nodded, and then looked around at each of the other Avengers standing in a semi-circle in front of you. âI promise Iâll be on my best behavior. And⌠And if it doesnât work out, Iâll just go back out. You know, on the streets. I know my way around.â
âNo, that wonât be necessary. And if anyone in this room has any objections to this arrangement, wellâŚâ Loki looked around at the others, with an expression you couldnât quite make out, before continuing in a lighthearted tone. âI suppose Iâll just have to kill them.â
âYeah, so not helping your case, Reindeer Games.â
âBrother, you wouldnât.â
âOh, they probably would.â
While all the others began talking over each other in various states of both belief and disbelief, you could only laugh, because it seemed such a silly idea, for someone to be killed because of you. And before you could even really think any more on the matter, Loki had crossed over to where you were and held out a hand.
âCome. Letâs find you a room.â
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Settling in at the Compound came rather quickly. Well, the beginnings of settling came rather quickly. Loki helped you pick out a room, close to theirs so they could keep an eye on you, but with the promise of privacy whenever you wanted or needed it, and the other Avengers were all very welcoming, each in their own way.
But it was the better part of a year before you began to feel like you truly belonged there.
Fitting in came easily, all things considered. All things, of course, being the fact that you were a ten year old kid in the midst of the stuff of legends and superheroes, but none of them ever treated you like a baby, and what Loki had suspicioned would be the case came to fruition just as they imagined; everyone ended up co-parenting you to varying degrees, and while it was nice to have so many people look over you, you were just glad to finally feel like you were a part of a family again.
Your friendship with Loki, however⌠Well, they were simultaneously the most and least parent-like figure youâd ever had in your life. They were the one you went to when you had questions or needed help understanding words or phrases you hadnât heard yet, and they checked in on you at night to make sure that you were comfortable and feeling alright. They were even the one to soothe you when you woke up in the night with bad dreams or worries that you couldnât seem to set aside long enough to fall asleep.
But on the other hand, they taught you everything they knew. And everything they knew included a plethora of ways to make mischief and cause trouble without ever being caught. A skill that was just as fun as it was dangerous, youâd come to find out. Loki had an affinity for pranks that endangered but didnât injure, and the other Avengers tended to be on the receiving end of said pranks. Which, of course, meant that getting caught could get the both of you in very serious trouble.
But Loki seemed to have a way of talking their way out of things, and that was a skill you had grown familiar with in your time on the streets, and with Lokiâs help, you honed it into something they insisted was âtruly masterful.â
You didnât, however, always get away scot-free. While Loki had had dozens upon dozens of years to practice pranking and trickery, you were still learning. And that meant sometimes you got caught.
Which is exactly why youâd been sent to your room by Steve, who had simply not appreciated you turning everything in the cupboards upside down. A harmless prank, in your opinion, but Steve had thought otherwise, and rather than yell at you or talk down at you for it, like you might have expected from one of the others if youâd caught them in a bad mood, his way of punishment was much more tame. More suited for a pre-teen whose bane of existence was being sent to their room.
It was infuriating, in a way that something like that could only infuriate someone your age, and you were more than a little grumpy about the circumstances as you slouched on your bed, glaring a hole into the ceiling as you propped your legs up against the wall.
You didnât realize Loki had come in until you felt the bed shift under their weight.
âRogers told me what happened.â Their tone was even, and you couldnât tell if they were about to congratulate you on an almost-perfectly executed prank, or advise you on how to better get away with it.
You shrugged a shoulder, and said nothing.
Loki seemed to consider this for a moment, and you could feel their gaze lingering on you.
âDo you want to tell me why you pranked him?â
You breathed out a sharp laugh. âYou prank people all the time for no reason.â
âYouâre right, I do. I was just wondering if you had one.â
âDoes it matter if I did?â You couldnât stop your tone from becoming defense, and you werenât entirely sure why. Loki wasnât saying anything that was upsetting you, exactly, but lately youâd been having a bunch of weird feelings. Like something was a little bit off with you and you werenât sure how to handle it so your default setting had become to act standoffish and huffy. Normal for your age, youâd heard the others discussing the other night when youâd snuck out of your room after bed to listen in on them, but that didnât make you feel any better. If anything, you felt like something was coming to a head, but you didnât know what.
And that made you scared.
âY/N, I just want to know whatâs going on with you. Iâve noticed youâre starting to become a little more⌠closed off. Distant. Not like yourself.â
You rolled your eyes despite yourself. âAnd how do you know when I am or am not myself?â
âWell, Iâve spent the last year raising you, so-â
âEveryone in the Compound has spent the last year raising me.â
âWell, yes, but not to the degree I have. It isnât the same.â
âWhat does it matter?â
ââŚI beg your pardon?â Lokiâs hesitant response made you realize they were taken aback by your snippy response, and for some reason, that made you both angry and upset.
âWhat does it matter if you raised me more than they did? I still donâtâŚâ
You didnât finish the sentence. You didnât need to.
You heard Loki exhale a long, slow breath before speaking. âWhat is all of this really about, Y/N?â
ââŚI donât know. Everything feels all⌠weird and difficult.â You glanced at them for only a second, and then returned your gaze to the ceiling. âHave you ever felt like⌠no matter what you do, nothing is⌠right? Good enough, correct, whatever.â
âI have. Probably more than anyone else in this Compound has.â Lokiâs tone was still even, but you could hear the heavy edge to their voice that assured you they were telling the truth. âIs that why youâre⌠acting out?â
It was an innocent enough phrase, and really it was exactly what you were doing. But for some reason, Loki using the term felt like betrayal in a way that you just didnât have the skills to explain, and so you bristled.
âUgh, why does everyone have to say that? Iâm not a kid that doesnât know how to act.â You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, that familiar feeling of tension and anger and heat swelling into a ball in your chest.
âNo oneâs saying that you are, Y/N, I just worry that youâre-â
âThat Iâm what? Too much to handle? A brat? It wouldnât be the first time Iâve been called literally anything like that, or worse.â You didnât mean to raise your voice, but you were tired and angry and hurt and confused and so many other emotions at once and you didnât know what to do with the way it felt sitting in your chest like it was.
âY/NâŚâ Lokiâs voice had taken on a warning quality, but all it did was upset you even more.
âNo. No. Iâm allowed to be upset. Iâm allowed to be upset a-and⌠and hurt and have emotions and feelings. Iâm allowed to be mad!â You accentuated the word by slamming your hands down on either side of you.
What you didnât expect, however, was for a burst of energy to expel from you, sending a ripple through the room that knocked books over and blew papers around the room as the overhead lights flickered before strengthening back to their normal power.
You froze. Unable to process what had just happened, but already worrying about what Loki was going to say to you.
When the silence became too much to bear, you turned your head just enough so that you could look back at Loki, and you were surprised to see them looking at you with an expression of complete understanding.
âYou didnât tell me you had powers.â
Well, that wasnât the response you had been expecting at all.
Though now that Loki mentioned it, you supposed that would have been the obvious explanation for whatever you had just made happen.
ââŚI didnât knowâŚâ you finally murmured when you could manage to get yourself to talk.
âNo, I suspect you wouldnât have. If magic isnât learned, it can remain dormant until the right amount of emotions sort of⌠sets it free.â
You considered that, pushing yourself to sit up and scooting yourself around so that you were facing Loki. âIs that.. why Iâve been feeling so⌠weird inside?â
Loki made a face. âWeird how?â
You shrugged a shoulder. âIunno. Just⌠weird. Iâve had lots of emotions lately, and theyâve all kind of felt like theyâve been building and building and building, and now that I just did⌠whatever I just did, it doesnât feel soâŚâ
âHard?â
You nodded slowly as you met their gaze. âYeah.â
Loki nodded along with you, and was silent for a moment while they looked at you until they eventually cleared their throat. âWell. I suppose next is the matter of your training. And letting the others know, of course, that way thereâs not any accidents are anything of the like.â
âTraining?â
Loki looked at you, with a smile that you couldnât help but to return. âOf course training. You didnât think I was going to make you figure everything out on your own, did you?â
You relaxed, and let out a breath you didnât even realize you were holding in. Before you could stop yourself, you had launched yourself into Lokiâs arms, hugging them so tightly that you could feel them stiffen for a moment before returning the gesture.
ââŚIâm really glad I have you to help me. I didnât mean what I said earlier. Youâre more of a parent than Iâve ever had in as long as I can remember. And Iâm sorry for being mean.â
Loki chuckled softly, patting your back gently. âItâs no matter. You wouldnât be my kid if you werenât just as moody as I am, yes?â
All you could do was laugh, grateful to have a place where maybe, just maybe, you did belong, after all.
#Loki imagine#platonic Loki imagine#Loki#Loki Laufeyson#Loki Odinson#platonic!Loki x reader#anonymous#ask#answered#thank you for the ask#parental figure!Loki#fluff#Tiny bit of angst#shenanigans#young!reader
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This took me an embarrassingly long time to write but I finally did it. This fic is a gift to @headcanonheadcase who was one of the first writers that made me fall in love with fanfiction. And is also the one who opened my eyes to the wonders of Gwyn/Ithan. @headcanonheadcase dear, what you do for this fandom (and all the others you write for) is incredible. You are amazing!!
CRACKSHIP ALERT
Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom Synopsis: Ithan remembers the important events in his relationship with his red wolf, Gwyn, from how it started to where they are now. A recollection of little moments that they shared together. Word Count: 5.7k Warning: A tiny bit of smut
Important A/N: I started writing this waaay before hofas was released so this fic does not follow any canon event past HoSaB. It's not a 'hofas canon-divergence', it's just me posting a crackship fanfic after having it in my drafts for half a year.
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Day 8
âIâm Gwyneth. Gwyn. Itâs very nice to meet you,â she shook the hand that he had extended to her after introducing himself. Ithan thanked all the Gods above that he had not gaped at her again like a fool. He had been bracing himself for a conversation with her since he caught a glimpse of her bright hair as she was entering the Primeâs office.
âSo, you are new here?â he asked as though he had not already secretly asked everyone at the Den for information about her. He had learned that Gwyneth had just arrived in Lunathion with the intention of settling here. Her grandparents were apparently related to the Prime himself. What had struck Ithan the most had been learning that she was a lone wolf, just like he had been before, even if he was now the only wolf in his pack consisting of an angel, some Fae, a mer, a deer shifter and even a dragon and some fire sprites.
âI am. I live near the Old Square, a few blocks away from the White Raven.â
âReally?â he replied a bit too excitedly before clearing his voice and continuing more calmly. âI mean, I live near the Old Square too.â
The smile that spread on her face could have rivaled the sun ahead. âThatâs great. Um⌠maybe weâll cross path someday. I meanâŚâ she rambled. Was she nervous too? Ithan thought.
âNot that we arenât already crossing paths at the Den already,â she added with a laugh while indicating the building behind them.
Ithan noticed the way that she was twisting a strand of hair between her fingers and how she could not stand still. She was nervous too. Somehow, that made him a little less tense.
He has admitted to Gwyn, months and months later, that their encounter on that day had not been accidental at all. He had confessed that he might have forsaken more urgent matters to wait until she would leave the Primeâs office. The tongue-lashing he had gotten from his roommates for being late for what they had planned later that day had been totally worth it.
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Day 10
âHello there,â a melodious voice drawled behind him. Ithan turned on the stool he was sitting on at the bar of the White Raven to find Gwyn smiling at him.
If he was not already seated, his first look at her would have made him fall on his ass. Gwyn was glowing in a green velvet dress that clung to her and accentuated all the dips and curves of her body. The makeup she had dusted on her eyelids sparkled beneath the flashing lights of the club, making it impossible not to look at her eyes.
âYou lookâŚâ damn him and his habit of being speechless in her presence. âYou areâŚâ he tried and failed again.
Gwyn erupted in laughter at his flustered state. âI think I will take that as a compliment,â she said as she sat on the empty stool beside him.
âSorry,â Ithan shook his head, âYou are stunning.â Phew. See? That wasnât so hard to say, he thought.
Gwynâs cheeks started to flush and Ithan was momentarily mesmerised by the way it made her freckles stand out. âThank you. And you are very handsome as well.â
Ithan was certain that the heat spreading across his face was close to turning him as red as her hair. Gwyn ordered three drinks and turned back to him.
ââTheyâre not all for me,ââ she explained when she noticed his raised eyebrows. She pointed at a blond Fae and a brunette angel on the dance floor. ââI came with my sisters.ââ
His face must have given away his puzzlement concerning her odd family because Gwyn snorted then proceeded to tell him about her chosen sisters.
A drink was placed in front of him. But instead of making his way towards his table where his own found family was, Ithan stayed at the bar, chatting with Gwyn over the loud music. Either her sisters had forgotten about their drinks, or they did not want to cut their conversation short because, as they talked and talked, Gwyn ended up drinking all three cocktails she had ordered while Ithan kept ordering more for himself. He only took note of the time when he turned around at some point and found that all those he had come with were already gone.
That night, Ithan had talked more than he ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He remembers vividly how she had been the only thing on his mind when he was staring at his ceiling before he fell asleep in the early morning. He had a crush on Gwyn. One that went from little to massive in a matter of one training session with the Aux.
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#Gwynthan#gwyneth berdara#ithan holstrom#gwyn x ithan#acotar#crescent city#crackship#it's mostly fluff#tiny bit of smut#tiny bit of angst
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How did yâall end up together? Mind tellin the story?
Cole: How me and Hanzo got together. I could sit here all day and talk about every single twist and turn, 'cause there were plenty of 'em. It might surprise ya to know Hanzo and I didn't actually get along at first. Not that we hated each other or anythin' like that. But the first time I even heard about Hanzo was from his brother.
It's hard to not be biased in such a complicated situation. Lots of people thought poorly of Hanzo and what he did, but seein' my own background, I was willin' to give him a chance. The more I slowly heard and gathered about how he grew upâŚ.it made me sick, to be honest. He deserved better than what those monstersâŚ.
Cole shakes his head, pushing the thoughts away.
Anyway, back to us. Our first mission together was a mess. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was definitely more focused on tryin' to show off and impress Hanzo that I got hurt pretty bad. Obviously I'm still alive, of course! Takes a lot to keep me down, that's for sure. He did visit me in the infirmary, which took everyone by surprise.
It was incredibly difficult getting him to socialize with much of anyone. Even all this time later, he doesn't talk to many people, at least not the way he does when I'm around. He's slowly getting better, with more and more gentle nudges.
Part of the reason I'm doin' all this is to hopefully get him out of his comfort zone a bit and be more adventurous. There's so much more to be said about those twists and turns I mentioned, I'll definitely be talkin' about them in depth in the future.
#yeehan#cole cassidy#overwatch#overwatch 2#asks open#ask box open#audio#fluff#tiny bit of angst#just a pinch#how we met#answered#made with ai#just the audio though i made the script and edited the raw audio heehee#it's actually a whole process#askyeehan
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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully. | accepting
@sometimesrufus asked: "be honest... why did you walk away from the remaining Turks? I would have liked to have you among them."
"I  ...  I   wasn't  cut  out  for  it.   Being  a  Turk"     She  replied  with  slight  hesitation  in  her  voice.      "Shinra  holds  high  expectations  that  I  unfortunately  cannot  fulfill   .....     why  shame  the  company  with  my  inadequate  performances?"   Â
(.......Witnessing  Zack's  demise  still  haunts  her  to  this  day,   she  cannot  bear  the  thought  of  still  working  for  them.  Despite  her  fondness  for  her  fellow  turks)
#sometimesrufus#⥠â đŞđŻđ¤đ°đŽđŞđŻđ¨ đŽđŚđ´đ´ďż˝ďż˝đ¨đŚ | askbox#tiny bit of angst
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Hi! I saw that you write for MHM/MBM and this fandom fr needs more fanfics, so heres my request :) I was wondering if you could do an Arata Usuba or Kazushi Tatsuishi x reader? Could be anything of your choice ofc
OMG So I love that you requested this because I have been wanting to write something for this for forever!!! I really love arranged marriage/forbidden love pairings <3 personally, I feel like giving Arata somebody to love because he seemed so upset at the end of the anime's first season :,( Thank you so much for being my first request!
I also totally did not proof read this LOL ALSO ARATA WITHOUT HIS GLASSES OMG <3 <3 <3
Purpose - Arata Usuba x Reader wc: 2k (I GOT EXCITED) tw: maybe a little angst if you squint, reader gets pretty sick, arranged marriage, female reader
Arata was no stranger to searching for a way to fulfill his purpose. He is a driven man, and most people knew that. However, he struggles to believe he will ever fulfill his purpose. Although a man of dignity, respect, and loyalty, he hides worry, concern, and shame. Well⌠that was until he met you.
It was an unusual turn of events when it was suddenly stated to him that he was to be married. He already had so much on his plate. Not to mention, the marriage came seemingly out of nowhere. It wasnât unlikely for other people, but for him to be arranged in a marriage? Something had to be going on. Well he found out the answer to his curiosities the moment he met you.
Each of you had powerful families and you yourself did not possess spirit sight. This marriage was a means to gain security and leverage and in return, you would keep your head low and be a trophy wife. Despite your lack of spirit sight, however, you had to be the most beautiful woman that Arata had ever laid his eyes on.
You sat in the living room of the Usuba house, glancing around at the decorations and accessories adorning the home. You had been instructing by your parents not to speak unless instructed, as was the usual of your expectations when you left the house. You werenât upset about it though. Your parents were very kind people and they had raised you to nurture your other talents since you lacked spirit sight. You understood the situation because you knew you could not do much to protect anybody against grotesqueries. Your parents had assured you that they picked the perfect match for you, a man who would take care of you like it was his job. You finally looked across to the other couch at the man in question, watching him speak with your parents.
âI will devote my life to protecting your daughter mister and misses L/n. You have my wordâ
Arata stands briefly to bow. He had a purpose finally. One to devote himself to you. Arata turned to look at you with such a determined expression on his face like he was pursuing a prize.
âMiss y/n, may I show you to your living quarters now?â
You responded with a silent nod and slowly and carefully stood up. You followed quietly behind Arata as he led you to the room where you would be staying. It was so luxurious and big. Sure your family was powerful, but your family was also humble and you were used to your fairly small traditional home. The room is not very decorated which confuses you. The rest of the house is so beautifully and delicately decorated but your room was practically bare. You supposed that they didnât want you to steal or break anything.
âI know itâs not the most exciting room but I figured you would like to decorate it yourself to make yourself feel more at homeâ
Arata clears his throat after speaking. He was very subtly embarrassed. You may not see grotesqueries but you could see through peopleâs emotions like a window. You merely nod at his comment and look around at all the places you could decorate. The bed was huge and elegant, definitely different than your average sized bed at your home, well, old home now.
âWhat do you think of the room?â
Arata asks. Insecurity, you take note in your head.
âItâs beautiful. Itâs justâŚâ
You debate whether or not to mention your concern about the drastic difference from your home
âJust what, miss y/n?â
âItâs just⌠so big⌠I feel like all this space is such a waste for me⌠Iâm used to a small bedroomâŚâ Arata seems to knit his brows together at your concerned comment and nods in acknowledgment.
âIâll see to it that the issue is resolved. How big would you like it?â
You look at Arata like heâs crazy for a moment then offer him a gentle smile, a soft chuckle following it.
âDonât be so hasty. Iâll get used to it. Iâm sure I can fill up the empty spaceâ
You look at Arataâs face an he has his lips pursed
âIs something bothering you?â
You question, internally pinching yourself for intruding on his personal issues without being given permission to become involved.
âYes actuallyâŚâ
Arataâs response shocks you and you keep your eyes locked on him, your face radiates kindness and patience to him, wanting to hear what he has to say. Arata noticed your interest and shook his head.
âIt is nothing that should concern you. Now, I have some matters to attend to so please make yourself at home and get some restâ
And that was that. Arata closed the bedroom door and you stared at it for a little bit. You told yourself it was none of your business but the conversation lingers in your mind even as youâre laying down to fall asleep.
The days of living in the Usuba house began to bleed together. Your routine was the same everyday and you always took care to be quiet and not bothersome to anyone. Weeks went by and eventually a couple months. This was nothing like those fairytail arranged marriages you had heard about. Neither of you really spoke to each other. You were simply just living there for your familyâs benefit.
You had always been so cheery and hopeful. You had been so excited to be married but this was so lackluster. You didnât feel loved. You wanted to be loved. You werent even sure if you loved Arata. I mean, how would you know if you were in love with him? You barely spoke. No matter. The day was coming to an end once again and you were preparing for bed. You carefully slipped into the covers and listened to the chirping of bugs outside as you drifted to sleep.Â
You didnât sleep long though. A sudden rattle from outside of your bedroom startled you awake. You snapped your head toward the door to see if someone was coming in. When nobody came in you noticed that you had begun to sweat profusely when you had been sleeping. It took a few moments but eventually you realized how hot you felt and how your head ached strongly. You pulled down the sheets to cool off and laid back in bed, trying to sleep. Your effort was useless as the feelings only seemed to worsen as the night passed by and morning came.
Just like every morning, Arata came to knock on your door and tell you that breakfast was ready and that he was going out to run errands.
âMiss y/n, breakfast is ready and waiting downstairs and Iâm going to go and run my errands. Are you awake?â
No response.
Arata knit his brows together in concern. He had figured out that you always woke up at 6 am every morning and you always answered him with a cheerful response. So he tried again. When he still received no response he made the choice to go into your room to check on you.
âY/n Iâm coming in!â
Arata carefully pushed the door open and laid eyes on your figured, strewn uncomfortably across the bed. He noticed your skin shining with sweat and hurried over. You must be sick. Arata placed the back of his hand to your forehead, your skin burning hot against his hand. You needed a doctor, quickly.
âYân, Iâm going to call for a doctor⌠please donât attempt to get out of bed, you seem very sickâŚâ
With that, Arata rushed out of the room to get a doctor.
In the meantime, you shivered despite your body heat, your lower jaw trembling. You had never felt this horrible, you just wanted it all to be over. Your mind wandered to how worried Arata had sounded when he found you lying sickly in your bed and it nearly made your heart skip a beat. You replayed his tone of voice in your mind to keep yourself sane while he was gone.
When Arata returned, he had a doctor at his side. The doctor introduced himself but you were too dazed to care, and at this point, all of your reason was out the window. As the doctor examined you, you whimpered out Arataâs name. You wanted, no, needed comfort.
Arata stiffened slightly at the tone you used while saying his name. It was so desperate and filled with pain. It tugged at his heart and he swore he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Without thinking about it, he reached out and held your hand. He didnât stop to think that you may have something that could pass to him, he just did it.
âIâm hereâŚâ
He assured you. His voice made your currently overstimulated self cry. Arata immediately worried he had done something wrong. The doctor pulled his tools away from you and put them away in his bag, ready to give a diagnosis.
âThis is likely a strain of influenza.â
The doctor ripped a paper out of his small notepad and used a pen from his pocket to scribble down an address and a prescription medication.
âWhen you have time, go down to the pharmacy and get her that medication. It will bring down the fever. Make sure to keep a close eye on her.â
Arata nodded firmly, his eyes stuck on you after taking the paper. Without another word, the doctor left and Arata stayed by your side.
âYân⌠Iâm going to go and get you this medicine⌠it will help you to feel better. I promise to be fastâŚâ
In response, he was met with a whine and once again without thinking, he leaned over you, planting a kiss to your forehead. This action shocked him. He noticed the lack of thought he had given to holding your hand and now this. It worried him. He didnât know why he was acting this way.
Arata made a point to hurry and acquire the medicine. As soon as he got home, he never left your side. He stayed there for weeks to bring you back to health from this nasty case of influenza. You were just now finally coming out of it, able to sit up in bed and speak at last. No chills or shakes anymore, just a minor fever that would surely be gone by morning. Yet here Arata was, still worried about you, insistent on hand feeding you your lunch. You had tried to protest at first but it had been no use, so you let him.
âArataâŚâ
You begin speaking in between bites and he pauses feeding you to listen to you.
âYes?â
He gives you a look of questioning.
âThank you for taking such good care of me⌠and for that kissâŚâ
Arataâs cheeks flushed and he seemed to swallow hard at the memory. He had almost forgotten about it.
âYes⌠well⌠it would be a shame if you had not made it through⌠I admit we have barely spoken with each other since you arrived here.â
You nod and smile, admiring his embarrassment.
âI would love to spend more time with you⌠but I understand you must be a busy manâ
Arata shifts uncomfortably in his chair that he had seated next to your bed.
âI admit⌠I am not actually overwhelmingly busy. I have been avoiding you because this was simply a marriage of opportunity, I didnât want to force anything to happen between usâ
You laugh at his words and quickly stop yourself, apologizing.
âSorry- I just think itâs funny because I would prefer if you treated me more like a wife than assuming that I want nothing to do with you⌠You know where I think a good place to start would be?â
Arata looks at you intently, waiting for you to continue.
âThisâŚâ
You move your hand to his cheek gently, pushing a couple stray hairs out of the way and pressing your lips to his forehead. His cheeks suddenly burn bright red and he almost seems like heâs glowing.
âThatâs a thank you⌠for the one that you gave meâŚâ
Arata sat, star-struck by your boldness. He looked at you with such a curious and tender expression this time. You know what? He could live with this whole arranged marriage situation⌠You were more than just his purpose now, you were his reason.
#my happy marriage#arata usuba#arata usuba x reader#my happy marriage x reader#mhm x reader#tiny bit of angst#it's not that bad#honestly almost made this 5k wc#I love arata sm#anyways can't think of anything else#enjoy :p
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Headcanon:
Shadow gravitates toward city skylines and urban jungles; he isnât averse to more natural environments, but they arenât his first choice for a place to hang out like they often are for Sonic and his team.
Because, whether or not heâs conscious of it, Shadow equates technology and industry with medicine and equipment for preserving life
While he may have moved on from his fixation on the question of who he is, he is nonetheless very much Still Grieving.
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