#{ OOC } - Ramblings Of A Strange Being
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I have a secret to tell you.
You're awesome.
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Starting tomorrow it'll officially be the final countdown to going up another number in this strange phenomenon known as life.
Lowkey still absolutely insane.
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☆ Fell, the Wandering Bard ☆ Any+All Pronouns
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tw. ddlg duh, smut, fluff, daddy kink, pacifier
note. umm.. just ddlg w og4 leon 😭 @d10nyx fault!! she did this and . most of this is her doing.. written so late so ignore typos cuz idk I’m . this is frantic and sick and it might be ooc but pleek.. let me LIVE not my best just rambling I think
Your boyfriend has always been, for a lack of better words, strange. Stoic sounds way too serious, and well, to be sardonic you have to be a little more clever with your words. Leon’s cynical.
And yet, you think he likes it more than you do.
For the first time in your life, you see light in his eyes. He might’ve seen God. Eats you out like it’s the second coming and then bends you over for the third.
It started slow, you ease into it like you’re taking his fat cock— But Leon, he comes at you, guns blazing, pacifier in hand and dick rock hard.
“Go on, baby, give daddy a twirl.” He’s always so gentle. And you wonder what sort of demon has gotten into him. You wonder who took your Leon away and gave you daddy instead, but it’s nothing to complain about. “C’mon, baby, aren’t you my little ballerina?”
You are, you so are. So you give him that spin he desires so badly, satisfied by the appreciative groan that leaves his throat at the flirty flutter of your skirt. Angelina Ballerina has taught you well.
“Did you miss me?” Leon asks, the tip of his nose digging into your shoulder when he lays his head down.
A simple nod doesn’t suffice. He hooks his finger in the plastic handle of your pacifier, pops it out to see those spit-slicked lips of yours.
“Daddy taught you how to use your big girl words, baby.” Leon’s face is impassive. It’s hard to tell if he’s mad or if he’s teasing you for the sake of teasing you. He gets off on it, you think.
“I missed you,” you croak out, pawing at his chest.
“Baby.” He clicks his tongue in warning.
“Daddy… I missed daddy.”
“Baby missed daddy?” He says this shit like it means nothing. Like it isn’t enough to throw your entire world off-kilter.
(An hour later, when you hand Leon a beer and ask him if he’s alright, he’ll say something mildly suicidal to the point of concern. The shame of being your daddy is all-consuming, and to be honest, it’s a little funny when he comes down like that. Head in his hands, talking ‘bout how he can’t do that again— Can’t do no more of that, back to plain ol’ dick, no daddy, no princess parts, he’s tossing the rubbers out— Not the condoms, just that pacifier.)
“Mhm.” You nod, lips smacking against nothing, the taste of rubber lingers.
“Look at that,” Leon coos, “need something in that little mouth, hm?”
You nod again, pleading him with your eyes alone for the comfort of your pacifier.
“No, baby, this cute little mouth is made for daddy’s cock.” It comes out so easy. Like he’s made for it, to be a perverted fucking freak all for you. He excels at it, you wonder if he’d consider leaving his job to do this full-time.
He lays you down on the couch, kisses your ankle and then spreads your thighs to nose at your fat pussy through your heart-print panties, pointed nose bumping your clit when he drags it through the seam.
“Daddy…” you whine, and your hole flutters when he mouths at your clothed cunt.
“Oh, I know, my baby, my poor baby, you need daddy’s kisses, yeah?” He says this all straight-faced. “Need daddy’s kisses to make it all better.” Leon bites your chubby pussy lips, and then he squishes them together to make your clit tingle.
Daddy’s promised kisses never come. When he peels off your sticky undies, stringy slick webbing from your puffy cunt to the soaked crotch of your panties. Instead of his hot mouth or those perfect lips on your clit, the rubbery nub of your pacifier runs along your folds, sucked into your greedy hole as it pulses, pussy squelching as you push it out and Leon pushes it back in.
“Noo… That’s dirty, daddy.”
“No, honey, that little mouth is dirty.” Leon unbuckles his belt. “Gotta wash it out with soap.”
“Didn’t do nothing, daddy.” Pouting your way out of it never works. ‘Cause he punishes you on a whim.
“You’re talking back to daddy, baby,” he hums, thick thighs on either side of your head, “we can’t have that can we, pumpkin?” He feeds the tip of his dick past your parted lips, drippy pre coating your tongue. “Much better.”
You beg to differ. No offence to Leon, but you’d take the taste of rubber over the salt of his precum any day. It’s softer though. Velvety in your mouth as you suckle, looking up at him sweetly ‘cause Leon likes your pretty eyes. He wraps a hand around the base to pull his cock from your mouth, it slips out with a wet pop.
“That’s all my baby can take,” he says.
“Mhm, daddy.” No it’s not.
“You’re too little for daddy, aren’t you? Gotta be careful, don’t want you to hurt yourself, baby.”
“Mhm, daddy.” No you’re not, you take it to the hilt on most nights.
“Yeah, so give it a kiss, baby, help daddy cum,” Leon says, jerking his cock while you press open-mouthed kisses to the leaky head, lapping at the slit till his seed dribbles out like icing from a piping bag. Your pacifier is taken out of your pussy, he rubs the nub on your lips to clean it off, and you know he’s feeling mean enough to neglect that ache in your clit.
The embarrassment settles in a moment later. For Leon, never for you. He groans softly when you crawl into his lap, lifting his shirt to feel his hardened stomach, the softness of his chest. To spare himself of any more Totally Spies talk, he smushes your face into his chest and you latch onto his nipple knowing how much he hates (read: loves) it.
#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy smut#resident evil x you#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#🧸.shorts
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YANDERE ABBIE CONCEPT
Pairings: Yandere! Abbie x Beloved (Yours/Your/Yourself)
Trigger warnings: Yandere behavior, Paranoia, Overthinking, Obsessive behavior, Worshipping, an OOC headcanon near the end, Manipulation, Guilt tripping, Probably OOC in general hhghd.
A/N: Despite being alive for only a few seconds, Abbie has become one of my favorite characters from Fundamental Paper Education.
‣ Stated in the introduction, Abbie is shown to be timid and the least intelligent in the class, as well as easily frightened in the animation as well. Him being a yandere is rather tame then most others.
‣ You're a student that had enrolled not long before Claire shows up, you never really noticed Abbie until you were paired with him for a partner project. Abbie was stressed and paranoid, what if he annoyed you with always asking for help? What if you just let him fail his part and he dies just like the other students here?? Oh gosh, he was terrified.
‣ The project was a take at home project, so you both agreed to exchange numbers and meet up at your house to get it done in time. Abbie arrived not a minute late, hands shaking like a leaf from his overthinking on the way there. You both greeted each other and sat down on the pillows you set up above the carpet so you both don't get sore. Abble couldn't stop worrying though. Almost everyone who has tried to help him has given up and left, what if your no different? However, to his surprise, you were very patient with him and even offered to work on the things he didn't understand.
‣ The rest of the night was fun, you both got to know each other a bit and you managed to finish the project within two hours. Abbie had told you that he wasn't smartest in the class, how usually his friend Engal would attempt to aid him but would fail because he was just too dumb to understand. So, you decided to help Abbie pass all of his assignments by doing it for him to save him from trouble. You already had his number, so you could just send him the answers before anything major like a test so he could write it down and pass.
‣ He agreed, and from then on, you both became best buddies! If only you knew that your little act of kindness caused an obsession to brew from the young man...
‣ How I write Abbie, his yandere traits would be Obsessive, Pathetic, Worshipping, Harmless, Dependent, Anxious, Clingy, and Tame.
‣ He sees you as a angel that was sent by heaven to aid him during his time at this wretched school, there was no denying it. He often praises you for how smart you are, as well as how kind and patient you are with him. He wants it all to himself... No one but him should be gazed apon with those loving eyes but him. You don't want him to feel like your abandoning him do you?
‣ Seen in official art, he was holding what seemed to be a love letter while Lana was pulling on his cheek teasingly. So maybe he writes love letters that he might one day send to his beloved to confess. These letters are his way to vent his feelings about you, since he gets too anxious to ever give them to you.
‣ SPEAKING OF ANXIOUS, I feel like Abbie would be in a constant state of paranoia that eventually you'll get fed up of helping him with his work. He'll die without your help! You don't want him falling to the hands of Miss Circle, do you?! Don't leave him, please!
‣ Abbie is quite obsessive when it comes to his crush on his beloved, he fantasizes about you, being in your arms, being able to kiss you, calling you his, he cannot wait! However, this is why he writes in a diary to prevent him from confessing too early. He'd die if you found out about his crush on you.
‣ Lana is no help either. If anything she more or so encourages Abbies crush on you (of course, she hasn't seen what lies beneath his lovey-dovey rambles about you, so she assumes that her best friend is just experiencing a normal crush.) If you ever come to her about Abbies strange behavior, She would shrug it off, saying that maybe he's just trying to show how appreciative he is that you stuck around.
‣ A bit OOC here (or just a personal headcanon of mine), Abbie's rather touchstarved, so affection by you feels like a high to him. Just a simple hug? He melts into your embrace. A small peck on the cheek? He's turning into putty as we speak. Holding his hand in the halls so you can get through a tough crowd? His face is flushing at the feeling. Even if the gesture is small, it fuels his obsession like wood to a fire place. He takes whatever he can get although, so there's that...
‣ Although, secrets can't stay secrets forever. You were invited to Abbies house to do another project just like when you first met. And you got curious and began snooping around his room when he went to get a drink for the both of you. Inside a drawer, you find a book labeled "DIARY: PLEASE KEEP OUT". You thought that maybe a itty bitty peak wouldn't hurt anybody, so you decided to read.
‣ Inside the first few pages were filled with words beyond words about you, mostly his thoughts about you. It was cute at first... until it started getting creepy.. The pages would be just word after word about how much he fantasized about you, how he felt every time he felt you were getting tired of him, and how he couldn't live long without you in his life before Miss Circle or any other of the teachers would kill him. He needed you, he wanted you, he would do anything just for you to be his.
‣ Before you could even react, a hand slammed the book shut causing you to yelp in surprise. Abbie stood before you, water in one hand and the diary in the other. His face was hard to read.
‣ His eyes were shaped like pinpricks, and tears were formed in his eyes, on the brink of spilling if you even dared to run. (His face is a ref to this.)
‣ "You didn't... You didn't see much, did you..?" He asked, his voice cracking and ready to break. Surly you didn't see much right?
‣ He hopes you didn't.
‣ He prays you didn't
‣ After all, he doesn't want to lose the only one who was patient enough to stick by him and his lack of intelligence. He NEEDS you to stay.
‣ He'll die without you, remember?
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I Love you more then food! (Luffy x Reader)
This can also be found on my Wattpad account; @ _Please_Go_Away_
Warnings; grammar mistakes and maybe ooc Luffy.
Please enjoy. :)
It was just another day with the Straw Hat pirates, Nami and Robin were on deck, sunbathing and reading while the crew's love-sick cook; Sanji happily served them all kinds of fancy food and drinks. Chopper and Usopp were discussing something you cared very little about. Zoro was either lost, training or taking a nap.
While you leaned against the side of the ship's railing, enjoying the rather peaceful sound of waves splashing against the ship's side. And then, there was Luffy, your childish yet loveable captian. Who, strangely wasn't anywhere to be seen since you've left the latest island.
Which was odd as he was usually stealing food from the fridge or rambling on about Ace and Shanks, claiming they were such nice people, for pirates.
Pushing yourself off of the railing, you took a quick look around the ship. Searching for any sign of Luffy, yet, he still wasn't anywhere to be found. This was starting to worry you. Sighing softly you took a step forwards towards Nami hoping she'll have some idea on where Luffy was.
Not being able to do anything else as two arms stretched around your waist, letting out a faint squeal as you were yanked towards Luffy- who was laughing like a child. " Hi, (Y\n)! " He greeted, a little to loudly for your liking.
" Watcha doing ? " He questioned, resting his head comfortably against your shoulder. " Well, I was about to look for you. " you replied.
" Well! I'm here, so let's do something fun. " he happily announced, dragging you inside, rambling on about something Franky had recently invented.
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Time passed by and it was now dinner, of course it wasn't a simple or quiet meal. Oh, no. Dinner with a crew such as the Straw Hats were always chaotic. Luffy was constantly trying to steal everyone's food, Sanji scolds him, and so on.
But, for the rare days when it was calmer. The crew were talking about their interests, dreams and how thankful they were for Luffy letting them join his crew.
Smiling softly, you watched Luffy ramble on about becoming the next Pirate King. He was such a idiot, but that was something you've loved about him.
" Here, Luffy. You can have the rest of my food. " you offered gently nudging your plate towards him. Smiling wodely, Luffy happily shoved the food from your plate onto his. " Thank you! " He chirped, with a mouth full of food.
" Hey, Luffy. Didn't you want to tell (Y\n) something. " Nami said hoping he'd remember what she told him before dinner. Luffy froze as he glanced over at the navigator, a brief look of confusion washed over him.
He then smiled weakly, " Oh yeah, that. "
" Can't you tell them..? " He begged, causing Nami to sigh heavily. " Just do it! " the navigator hissed.
" Okay, okay. " He murmured as he turned his attention towards you. You were a little curious yet nervous on what Luffy and Nami had been talking about.
" (Y\n), I've been wanting to say this for a while. But was nervous, however Nami helped me. " he rambled on, a faint blush spred across his face. " I wanted to say that...um.. "
" I love you. " Luffy finally said, " No, wait. I love you more then food! " he added on. Everyone including yourself, froze, Luffy addmitting he had loved someone more then food was definitely something they didn't expect to hear.
" Is he sick ? Oi, cook. What did you put in his food ? " Zoro bluntly questioned, turning towards Sanji who didn't answer, only glaring at the green haired swordsman.
You blushed lightly, leaning in closer to Luffy as you kiss his cheek. " Love you too, Luffy. " Luffy's face lit up like fireworks, a smile stretched across his face as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug. " Yay!! "
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Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino
Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o
── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes
୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception
୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k
"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."
"I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."
IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️
to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you
I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons
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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.
If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.
To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.
It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.
But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.
You are very real, there's no doubt about that.
The things you do never click with her, however.
Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.
Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.
"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.
Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.
She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.
But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.
Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.
However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.
So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?
What else is there to see?
The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.
For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?
Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.
But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?
"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.
You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"
She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.
"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?"
She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.
"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."
"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."
Is that the right way to phrase it?
Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."
"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."
"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts.
You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.
You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.
She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."
"I don't."
"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for."
Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.
"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.
There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.
"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."
Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.
You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.
Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?"
It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.
"I do."
You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.
"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.
"Can we keep talking?" you ask.
"About anything," she confirms with a nod.
You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.
"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."
"Anything for you, my love."
#♡ — anon visit.#✦ — scenarios.#✦ — fluff.#arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader
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𐙚 Her precious diamond (yandere! Tennant)
A/n — This has been sitting on my docs for a very long time (╥﹏╥) I’ve heard a lot about people wanting a Yandere! Tennant, and although i’m not much of a writer (I really only write when it comes to school assignments) I wanted to give it a try since it’s been on my mind lately. I also watched hella a lot of tutorials to make aesthetically pleasant banners and i’m proud ngl, ANYWAY IM DONE WITH MY RAMBLING, ENJOY!
Warnings — Obsessive behavior , stalking, manipulation, character might be too ooc, suggestive(?), NOT PROOF READ‼️‼️‼️
PART 2
“Why hello, fair lady. What is such beauty like you doing here all alone?” A deep voice, belonging to a woman suddenly spoke causing you to get a bit startled.
Light footsteps could be heard heading towards you. Turning around you were met with a rather… charming woman. Unlike most ladies, she wore an elegant zoot suit, and a large hat with a pretty accessory added to it. She was undeniably attractive, she looked more like a gentleman than the actual ones inside the party, a bit amusing. You could easily sense this flirty, playful aura from her, you almost couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.
“Too many people inside. Today’s night is beautiful anyway, being alone enjoying the sight of the shining stars is far more peaceful and enjoyable than being in that silly party, oh trust me it is.” You simply said with a small smile before looking back at the sky.
Truthfully, the only reason why you attended this party was because a friend of yours begged you to. Such unnecessary gatherings didn’t interest you, they were simply a lot of money talk and bragging, or gossiping. However by the looks of it, it seems your friend is far too busy talking to other people to really notice your latest absence.
She chuckled and stood next to you, leaning against the balcony to watch the stars from afar “Oh worry not my lady, I couldn’t agree any more with you… Aren’t the stars so pretty tonight? They look like diamonds in the sky all shattered in pieces.” She commented.
You hummed in agreement and looked at her with a look of curiosity. “Well then, what about you? Why aren’t you enjoying the party with the rest?”
The mysterious woman let out a sigh and shook her head, “There is simply nothing interesting in the party. You however, managed to catch my attention with your beauty, my lady~” She said with a smirk, slightly getting closer to you.
“Oh!” You exclaimed and looked away, a dust of blush was visible on your cheeks, it only made the woman beside you smirk even more.
Suddenly, you felt a hand gently grab your chin, and turn your head to make you look back at her again. Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip as she leaned awfully close to your face.
“Whatever do you think you’re doin—” “Hush my lady, let us enjoy this moment, I know you wish to give into this desire as well, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours.” She cuts you off. You were oh so close falling into the charming woman’s trap, it was no lie, part of you did want this. What woman wouldn’t fall for such charms? But the other side of you snapped you back to reality, do you really wish to risk ending with a broken heart?
You knew the many heartbroken souls that were left by someone they could only describe as a the “perfect man or woman” after a one moment that only seems to be from a fairytale. You don’t want to end up like them, oh not at all.
With a scoff you gently pushed her away and straightened your skirt. “I apologize but if you think I am one to be fooled with charming words and flirtatious gestures, you are terribly wrong. Now if you excuse me, I will take my leave.” And with that you left the scenario leaving the woman in utter surprise. Not once have her tricks on other women failed, so how come they fail on you?
All these questions raced through her head as she watched you get inside the party. You really are rather strange…
She looked down from the balcony seeing as you were already outside heading home all alone; that’s when she figured she wanted to know more about you. Oh how interesting this has gotten.
A few days passed, the days were normal, or well.. almost normal. Recently you’ve felt watched, yet every time you turned your head around you were met with nothing. You started to think it was just your imagination, however; part of you was still feeling uneasy.
You decided to go on a shopping spree, try to take your mind off the unsettling feeling and look for anything you might like. A jewelry shop managed to catch your attention, well; specifically the necklace put on display. It was very beautiful, and just perfect.
You entered the shop hoping to be able to purchase the necklace you saw on display. Walking up to the gentleman who worked around the shop, you asked about the necklace.
“Ah hello! I was wondering if there are any necklaces like the one over left.” You said pointing at the necklace from earlier. The man smiled, “You have a really good eye for jewelry, my lady.” He said and took a box revealing a copy of the necklace “This beauty will surely compliment your eyes and make them shine, it’s a perfect match for you.”
“It is indeed.” An oh so familiar voice took part in the scenario. You turned around and saw a face you thought you’d never see again, it was the mysterious woman from the party.
Before you could let out a word she immediately spoke up, “I’d like to purchase the necklace for the fair lady, how much will it be?” She asked and quickly threw a wink at you. You were taken back, just what was she planning!?
“It’ll be £547.31, miss.”
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“You didn’t have to.” You said once both of you exited the jewelry shop. The mysterious woman chuckled and smirks, “I know, but I wanted to. After all, what kind of gentleman— or in my case; gentlewoman -- wouldn't buy the lady a necklace that compliments her?”
No words left your lips, but your rosy cheeks were visible; she took note of that.
“Thank you… I suppose.” Was all you said before walking away, however her hand stopped you by gently grabbing your shoulder. “Please, my lady, allow me to take you out for dinner. After all, who knows when we’ll get to see each other again.”
You turned around to look at her and shook your head. “It’s alright, you did enough with buying me the necklace, thank you.” You said, but she pouted— a look that… didn’t exactly fit her. “Oh but I insist. Just this once my lady, I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant. I'm sure you’ll love it.”
The offer was too good, as much as you wanted to decline her offer; you couldn’t. Maybe… it won’t be a bad idea to get to know this woman better.
The restaurant being fancy was no lie the woman made. It was luxurious, fancy, romantic. Perfectly cut out fresh red roses placed on the middle of the round table, and a candlelight. The table was placed next to the window giving it a beautiful scene from outside.
“Take a seat my lady.” She said and pushed back the chair for you to sit on. You thanked her and sat down, then she sat on her own seat.
The atmosphere was awkward— for you at least. You weren’t sure what to talk about, you didn’t even dare look at the woman before you due to shyness. No one, especially a charming woman, has ever taken you out for dinner.”
You heard her sigh “How rude of me, I never asked for your name, angel. Mind telling me?”
Angel… Angel… oh this woman is doing something to you. You could feel your cheeks heating up and you quickly cleared your throat.
“It’s (Y/n) (L/n)… And yours?” “(Y/n)..” The way she said your name made you heart skip a beat. Gosh you hate her so much..
“A pretty name for a pretty face like you. You can call me Tennant, my dear.” That of course wasn’t her actual or entirely her real name, but your pretty little head doesn’t need to know that.
The date went along well, you two had a simple conversation, asking questions to get to know each other better. Although you felt like half her answers were lies, you wouldn’t dare ask because you knew you’d never get an honest answer from her.
Despite that, you were surprised of how much you actually enjoyed talking to her. But you knew you couldn’t fall for her, not now. You know what type of person she is— or might be; and you feel upset about it.
You knew this date meant nothing to her.
The rest of the night continued on smoothly, until it was time to leave. “Allow me to walk you home.” You shook your head “You don’t have to-“ “Oh but I insist.” She smiled, “After all, it’s dangerous for a lady to walk alone when it’s dark outside. Please, my lady; allow me to walk you home safely.”
You sigh “If you insist, alright.” And with that you headed home with her following besides you.
The walk home was silent. No words were exchanged, it wasn’t awkward either just peaceful.
You took a full stop once you reached your destination. Tennant smiled at you and gently grabbed your hand to give it a soft kiss. “I suppose our day ends here my lady. It was a pleasure having dinner with you, I hope to take you out some other day if we ever do encounter again.”
Looking at her with soft eyes, you spoke “It was a lovely spending some time with you, Tennant.” Suddenly she got closer to you, “Perhaps I should invite you to my place some day.” She smirked.
Your breath hitched from how close she was to your face and quickly turned the other way “Goodbye.” Was all you said before getting inside your house.
Once you were inside you quickly let out air you didn’t know you were holding inside.
Throughout the rest of the night you kept thinking about her. Tennant didn’t leave your mind for one second, you don’t know how much you can hold it in.
And then you felt. Again.
You felt the eyes on you.
You looked around.
Nothing.
With a sigh you got up from the tub and dried yourself up. It’s just your imagination. Was all you thought as you put on your nightgown.
But was it really?
You shook your head and headed to bed. You’re in the comfort of your house, there is no one here, it’s just you.
And without anymore thoughts you closed your eyes, ready to fall into a peaceful slumber, completely unaware of the dark figure watching your sleeping form from the window.
No more signs of Tennant, but someone else. Strangely enough you’ve been receiving letters and roses from a stranger, every letter written for you was signed from someone named “Ada”. Who the hell is Ada!?
You’d think it was all a mistake, but if that was the case then why does every letter have your name and last name on it?
Could it be- no… It would never be Tennant. If it was her signature would’ve been there… Right?
At first the letters were filled with sweet words of admiration. But as the weeks passed each letter got creepier. From the person saying how they have seen you on the store and followed you around, to telling you about how beautiful you look when you are sleeping.
Your blood ran cold. Fear written on your face as you stared at the letter before you.
Dear (Y/n) (L/n),
My sweet, last night I couldn’t help but look at you sleep from the window— not that it’s the first time I’ve watched you in secret, I actually do it plenty of times.
Each night you look beautiful, sleeping peacefully, all vulnerable and sweet, so angelic.
Oh how I wish to hold you while you sleep in my arms, and I know it will happen soon. I’ll have you for myself, you’ll be my perfect lady, my precious diamond.
Talking about diamonds, did you open your little gift? I got you a diamond, one I made myself. I made sure it wad perfect for you, just look at how it sparkles, pretty elegant isn’t it? Perhaps I should turn that diamond into a diamond ring instead~?
— With love, Ada.
You quickly grabbed the small box and opened it, there it was, a beauty of a diamond. You sat down on the couch and stared at it. What are you going to do? There is a psychopath whose stalking you even in the property of your home.
You’re not safe in here.
Should you report to the police?
Quickly you stood up, grabbed your purse, a coat, keys, and left. You weren’t safe in your own home, being in the public where other people are at is a safer option. Being alone right not isn’t ideal.
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At least it was day and everyone was active, you made sure to go where there many people around whilst making your way to seek help. Everything was going according to plan, until you felt a hand grab your shoulder, you jumped in surprise and turned around.
Tennant.
You quickly backed away from her showing fear. She looked at you confused and concerned. “My lady? My you look pale as a ghost. Is everything alright?” She seemed genuinely confused.
Maybe it’s not her?
“U-um.. I’m being stalked by someone, Tennant i’m not even safe in my own home.” You stuttered, nearly crying from the stress and fear.
Tennant’s eyes widened and she gently hugged you. “Oh don’t be scared, have you told the authorities?” She asked. You shook your head “N-no but I was heading there to report the problem.” You replied.
She pulled away and gave you a reassuring smile, “Fear not angel, I promise things will be sorted out. How about we go t a café first hm? Then we can go to the police station and report the problem together. You need to calm down first, what do you say?”
As much as you wanted to right away report the problem, it was true you needed to calm down first. All this is making you anxious you can’t exactly think straight, so you agreed.
“Perfect, I know the right place. Here, grab my hand, I don’t want you to get lost, especially with that stalker of yours out on the loose.” She said.
You said nothing and grabbed her hand, so deep in thought about your current situation. Yet, being with Tennant, you felt protected.
Looking down so many thoughts raced through your head; what if the police never catch that creep? What if they never leave me at peace? Gosh why did it have to be me? … Wait…
All this time I’ve felt watched… Could it be that.. They have been stalking me way before sending me those letters and gifts-
“You know, I feel bad for you my lady… I feel bad because, you trust me and I am about to crush that trust.” You heard Tennant say.
You snapped back to reality and looked around, you were now… in a rather empty area of the town. You quickly looked at her, she had a very serious expression on her face.
“Tennant? Where are we?” You asked nervously.
You were too deep in thought that you didn’t notice where she was heading.
“The café was all the way over there—” “We aren’t going there.” She said.
“Wha..” you tried to back away from her but she didn’t let go of your hand. “Tennant what are you doing? You’re scaring me.” Your stomach twisted with fear.
She stopped her tracks and looked at you with a dark smile, “Oh you sweet thing. Did you really think I was being serious? Ah and tell me, did you like that diamond I made for you?”
You gasped as your eyes widened. You shook your head slowly, and tried to break free from her grip. “It was you!? Let go of me you damn creep!” You yelled.
Quickly she pulled you into an embrace and covered your mouth with a cloth, “Calm down my lady, it’s all going to be alright. I have you now.”
You started to feel weak, your vision started to become black…. Drugs. She put drugs on that cloth.
“There you go, good girl~.”
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Your eyes shot wide open and let groan. Your head hurts, for how long were you unconscious?
You looked around, you were in a lovely bedroom, laying on a rather comfortable bed. That’s until you realized your hands and feet were tied against the bed; a shot of panic ran through you.
“Ah, you’re awake I see, how lovely. I brought you some water, I figured you’d be thirsty once you wake up from your little slumber.” A voice said along with a chuckle.
You quickly looked at the smirking woman who leaned against the door.
“You.. you damn creep! What did you do to me!?”
“Do to you? Oh my lady, I may have drugged you a bit but I would never take advantage of a lady in such a state, that wouldn’t be very appropriate and quite disgusting, I did nothing to you.” She said with an offended tone.
You glared daggers at her “Oh don’t act so innocent now, do I have to remind you of what you’ve done!? You’re the creep who stalked me and manipulated me! What’s wrong with you!?” You cried.
She frowned and placed the glass of water on the nightstand. Tennant slowly walked towards you, how unfortunate that you couldn’t move away from her due to the restraints.
Tennant climbed into the bed and grabbed your chin a bit roughly. “Listen here. I never said I was innocent, I can tell you don’t quite like me after all this but oh, you’ll learn how to.” She smirked again and leaned her face closer to yours “I know it won’t take long for you to accept your new life though. As much as you pull me away, I know you’re just like every other women I encounter. Or are you going to deny the fact that those cheeks of yours turn red whenever I compliment you or kiss your hand, hm?”
You stayed silent.
Tennant hummed “You know, I’ve always wondered what those pretty lips of yours taste like,” she whispered into your ear “And I suppose I’ll get to find out today right now.”
Before you could react you felt her soft lips against yours. The kiss was passionate, and slow, but soon it turned desperate. Your mind was too foggy, you didn’t know what to do but to kiss back.
And you hated every last second of it, because you were actually enjoying it.
What is wrong with you? After what she did, and yet you don’t even hold back. You’re ashamed, but you’ve been desiring for this to happen some day.
“You don’t understand what you do to me, my lady.” Tennant said in between kisses, “At first.. you were simply a target.. never thought I’d be obsessing over you.”
She suddenly started moving down, kissing your neck and attacking it making you release a small moan.
“My, what a beautiful noise~” she teased and started leaving love marks on your neck.
“Oh (Y/n), how much I longed to feel you this close to me, ever since you caught my interest I knew I had to claim you as mine, my precious diamond. You play hard to get but I know you desire this as well. In a way, you are different from the other women I’ve encountered., you actually kept this interesting by playing your little game”
All those days Ada spent watching you from afar just imagining of the many things she wants to do with you are now becoming a reality.
You knew you couldn’t escape.
You were hopeless.
Stuck with her.
All you can do is take whatever she gives you like a good girl.
You’re her precious diamond after all, no?
A/n: GRRR, SHOULD I MAKE A SECOND PART??? BUT LIKE.. NSFW STRAIGHT UP????
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Why do you hate me?
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Severus Snape x f!reader
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Summary: After starting your job as a professor at Hogwarts, you don’t understand why Professor Snape is the one person who doesn’t seem to like you.
Warnings: age gap, angst, SFW, crying, slightly OOC Snape
I still have some stuff I need to catch up on but maybe I can make a part two soon?💁🏻♀️
You were more than thrilled when you were accepted to fill in the position for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As Dumbledore introduced you to the school at the Welcoming Feast, your eyes went over to the Slytherin table where you recognized some of the students you went to school with who were younger than you. Your memory went back to your last year sitting at that table with them, and it was as if you’d blinked and they were already old enough to be taking their N.E.W.Ts the upcoming year. You gave a wave to them as they saw you which they returned with a thumbs up.
It seemed as if someone else didn’t give off the same welcoming energy that the rest of the staff and students were giving you. That person was none other than your former head of house, Severus Snape, who was sitting right next to you, rolling his eyes.
He had started teaching when you were in your first year, and it didn’t take long for you as an impressionable student to accept his strict ways of teaching. It wasn’t until your fourth year when you noticed you’d feel different around him than you did with any other teacher which made you realize you were developing a little crush on him that you waited for to go away throughout the rest of your time in school. It never did.
And now, there you were, sitting right next to him, with the same flame within you that caused you to blush.
After Dumbledore was finished making the rest of his announcements, you turned to Snape with a smile on your face.
“Hello Severus, you’ve been a teacher for a while now. Doesn’t it get exciting seeing all these new faces ready to have their minds filled with knowledge? I saw a good number of new additions to our wonderful house during the Sorting Ceremony!”
“It’s Professor Snape to you. And what makes you think I would enjoy having new students to teach?” Even though he turned to you with that same scowl on his face from all those years ago, there was something different about the way he looked at you that you couldn’t put your finger on.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly, a meek smile on your face. “I just thought that… well, you’re a teacher, so… or maybe you see it as having new victims to torture?” You didn’t know why you had rambled on like a fool as the butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter. Having a crush on someone you’re not supposed to can make you do strange things, sometimes without your control it seems.
“The students better hope their new teacher takes her job seriously enough and doesn't treat it as a joking matter.” Snape pointed his sharp features at you which were emphasized by his pale face making you shrink back into your seat.
The more time went on throughout the school year, the more apparent it became that your former teacher hated you no less if not more than he used to. Every wave you gave to him in the corridors was only returned with a scowl, every “hello” with a “go away.” You didn’t understand why he could be so rude to you when you’ve been nothing but kind to him. Hearing rumors that he favored the Slytherins over the other three houses, you thought that he would have treated you with less disdain, but even as a student and teacher, it seemed like he treated you as if he forgot that you shared the same house.
The more you thought about it, you noticed that he used to single you out from the other Slytherins in your school days. You remembered storming out of class in your seventh year one time after he yelled at you for being an “embarrassment” to your house. All you had done was defend a Gryffindor student from the taunts of your fellow housemates. He then had the audacity to complain that you were the one disrupting his class!
Since becoming a teacher, you had in a way used Snape’s mistreatment of you as a motivation to be kind to every student and work with them in a way that was suitable to their needs. You never wanted another student to feel the same way about you that you had towards Snape.
Within a month of school, you had gained a reputation as one of the nicest teachers at Hogwarts, a stark contrast to how everyone else viewed Snape. There were some nosey older students who had taken the liberty of spreading gossip around which included information of how you were once his pupil making the younger students wonder in disbelief of how you turned out nothing like him.
Then there was Snape himself, whom you’d sometimes catch looking in your direction, looking as if he was dazed out, a sight that amused you as someone who had only seen him wear one other expression on his face. It was only when the soft sound of your laughter would hit his ears that he’d snap out of whatever trance he was in, narrowing his black eyes at you silently accusing you of mocking him.
You didn’t understand what was so different about him, what changed since the last time he saw you before you started teaching.
This lead to you becoming more intrigued with him, striking up a conversation with him whenever you were together only to be shut down by his familiar dismissiveness.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant that you were alone in the library with the exception of some studious first and second year students. You had taken advantage of the near emptiness of the library to gather however many books you could fit onto two hands before leaving for your quarters. Thinking about how excited you were to bundle up in your blankets with the books you considered reading to your students, you sprinted through the castle. Maybe you got a little too excited because the next thing you knew you were plumeling face first into a wall of black fabric before the books were knocked out of your hands.
“I should’ve known it was you. Running around like the invasive pest that you are.” You looked up to meet Snape’s eyes for daggers, his taller frame looming over you.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” Your eyes widened as you frantically fidgeted with the skirt of your dress.
“Even after I thought I’d seen the last of you, you return like a persistent weed that has evolved into a thorn in my side.” He used his snarky attitude to ignore your apology.
Something inside of you deflated at the sound of his words, puncturing the previous excitement that was bubbling inside you making you momentarily forget about the books you had to pick up.
“I just thought we could be friends now that we’re coworkers.” You said in a near whisper.
“It might have escaped you when you were that pathetic student, but you can’t force everyone to be your friend.” He was clenching his fists at his sides.
“Why don’t you at least try being nice for once then?!” Hot tears were starting to simmer inside your eyelids, threatening to pour out. You hated how no matter how hard you tried standing up for yourself, you’d cry every time.
“Still weak as ever.” Snape said, eyeing your tears that were now running down your red cheeks.
“I am sick of you always treating me and looking at me like… I’m pathetic and calling me that!” You started to choke on your sobs. “Everyone has been kind to me! I don’t understand why you can’t be too when I’ve always tried being friendly with you, but you’ve been nothing but mean to me!”
“Being a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin doesn’t help.” Snape said loud and clear.
“Being a pathetic excuse for a teacher doesn’t help!” You shouted as loud as the tears would spill out fast. “You act like you know everything and that everyone else is beneath you! Maybe that’s why all the students hate you!”
“Thank you. For bringing my attention to something that is absolutely not new and wasting my time.” Snape said sarcastically, huffing under the layers of black.
“Why do you hate me?” You finally asked the question, a wall of tears clouding your vision.
The next thing you felt was calloused fingers brushing along the soft skin of your wet cheek before a pair of lips landed onto yours.
You were in too much of a shock to dwell on the fact that the man you’ve had a crush on for years was kissing you. You planted your hands against his hard chest as you returned the kiss. You let out a breathy whimper as his tongue traced your bottom lip. Both of you closed your eyes, savoring the moment until it was time to break away unless you wanted to take your last breath in his arms, which you would’ve been happy to.
“Because it infuriates me that I’ve wanted to do that to you every time I’ve looked at you since that day you returned to Hogwarts. You have no idea what you have done to me with those innocent eyes I can’t stop thinking about.” Snape’s voice broke you out of your daydreams before he stormed off without giving you a chance to speak.
You wanted to call out after him as you stood alone, trembling in your dried up tears.
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May I request platonic yandere Helaena Targaryen with yandere-daze's prompts 3, 12, and 79? For the plot, these prompts made me think of a childhood friend of Helaena's being her darling... maybe darling's guardians sense something's up with the friendship and try to put a stop to it - and Hel is not having it, maybe she enlists Dreamfyre to help ensure that she won't be separated from her friend...
🕊️ anon
Sure, I'll try! I'm a bit upset she isn't given much personality in the show... but I'll try my best! For drama, you are Rhaenyra's child and a Strong near the age of Jace (16/17) Not fully proofread, forgive me for mistakes. Plot may be a bit everywhere but I had a vision I guess.
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Yandere! Platonic! Helaena Targaryen Prompts 3, 12, 79
“They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!”
“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be alright.”
“Don’t be scared. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Forbidden friendship, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Swearing, Kidnapping, Targcest briefly mentioned (Aegon II and Helaena), Dragon murder, Possible OOC Helaena, Forced companionship.
Your friendship was already problematic. After all, your mothers never liked one another due to recent events. Despite such a thing... a wonderful friendship bloomed between you and Helaena.
Helaena has always been eccentric, rambling on and on about strange cryptic sayings. Despite this you never judged the girl unlike her siblings. That... and Helaena never judged you.
You were not blind to what you were. Like Jace, you knew you were a bastard. However, Helaena never held that against you.
Even if your mothers didn't particularly enjoy you being so attached to one another, neither of you cared. Helaena only ever wished to chat with you and her dragon, Dreamfyre. You two were attached to the hip.
Which is why it began to anger Helaena when you were going to be separated from her.
Alicent didn't want you near Helaena anymore. Aegon and Aemond already were causing enough trouble with your siblings. So... to "spare" her daughter, you were to be sent back to Rhaenyra upon your dragon's back.
Helaena pleads and begs her mother to let you stay. She doesn't want to raise her and Aegon's kids without you. She doesn't want her best friend to go.
Things only get worse when Aemond's dragon, Vhagar, kills Luke. When the Dance of The Dragons begins, Helaena dreads the idea of letting you go.
So... she doesn't.
Behind her mother and Aegon's back, Helaena takes Dreamfyre and takes you away.
On your way home on your own dragon, Helaena sabotaged you. Similar to Aemond and Luke, she attacked you on your way home. By the time you woke up... you were in a cell and your dragon gone.
In her eyes, this was the best decision! Even though Aegon showed distaste towards Helaena using Dreamfyre to abduct you... he lets her do as she wishes. Having a captive might be good for the upcoming war.
However, even though you're in a cell... Helaena doesn't view your abduction as such a thing.
In her eyes... she's simply bringing her friend back to where they belong... with her.
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“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be alright.” Helaena whispers to you, holding you tightly to her chest. You shake against her, your chains rattling against the cold stone of your cell. You just wanted to go home... seven hells, you wanted to be away from the war.
"Where's my dragon!?" You panic, only to have Helaena shush you softly. She doesn't answer at first... but her pained look tells you everything.
Your dragon's dead by Dreamfyre's claws... but it's unknown if Helaena ordered such a thing.
“... Don’t be scared. I don’t want to hurt you.” Helaena coos, pulling you tighter against her. She lays her head on yours... yet your shaking doesn't stop. "I do hope Dreamfyre didn't harm you... I tried to make sure she was careful. Your dragon, however..."
There's another agonizingly long silence between you. You begin to feel yourself cry, Helaena wiping away your tears. You didn't want her comfort.
"Since I was young mother tried to separate you from me, she said you weren't true Targaryen." Helaena hums. "I don't care what she thinks... or what your mother thinks... I think you're meant to be here with me."
"In a cell?" You bring up, Helaena stiffening for a moment. "In a cell, captured by The Greens, with my dragon dead?"
“They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!” Helaena snarls a bit. Her anger gets the best of her for just a moment before the dreamer calms herself down. "I couldn't let you leave me... Aegon won't mind... in fact he ignores me, and I won't let mother touch you!"
"This... doesn't feel like you, Helaena." You hiccup, only for Helaena to frown and hold you tighter.
"Time changes the best of us... it's about time I fight to get what I want." Helaena mutters bitterly. "I'm tired of political ties telling me who I can and can not speak with... since birth we played together..."
Helaena pulls away to cup your face in her hands. She rubs your cheeks affectionately. Her eyes are dark... yet at the same time, adoration shines within them.
"Since birth we were meant to be beside each other like siblings, my dear friend..." Helaena smiles.
"Nothing will take you away from me... not with Dreamfyre by my side."
#yandere house of the dragon#yandere hotd#yandere helaena targaryen#platonic yandere#yandere asoiaf#yandere a song of ice and fire
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Touch Starved Headcanons with Horropedia
Game: Reverse 1999
Character: Horropedia x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: This is made for fun, be aware of the ooc.
Gif by @llynnix
You can say that he is a strange guy, let alone being touched starved?
The man has autism for his love of horror let alone romance.
But if you happen to at least become his lover... There will be things you like must be aware.
The man needs to at least feel safe and comfortable around you, kindly give him some time to adjust when he is in a relationship with you. Be aware that he can be stubborn and will make you argue with him by accident without realizing it, just be full prepared about what he say or do. Third if you want to make him happy, pay attention to his silly ramblings and he will enjoy you, bonus point if you manage to get him blushing.
And now the moment you have been looking forward too, how you got Horropedia touched starve is one thing. If you get him completely touch starve I don’t think he will let you go after 5 minutes.
If you want him to lean closer to you in private, all you need to do is cuddle him, hold him, gently scratch the back of his head or pat his head. Soon you will feel his arms around you and leaning closer to your touch. If he is still in your arms for more than 5 minutes and he got comfortable, you won.
Horropedia is like over the moon the moment he realize that he feels safe in your arms to the point that he can also hear your heartbeat when he is on your chest.
It got so cozy that it lures him to sleep or you sleeping first and he can stare at your sleeping face lovingly.
Time will pass by and when he wakes up, he will process what happen and will find himself blushing.
The thought of you doing all the cuddling with him cause him to blush at the thought of you. He will pretty much give you kisses on your head appreciating you being there for him and will hold your sleeping form close to him.
And if you tried to get up from the cuddle to do work or go to the restroom….
“Nooo… please stay…🥺”
I don’t think you can handle if he does the puppy dog eyes.
And no its not to piss you off no, goodness me, he WILL be a menace to get you to cuddle him one way or another. And IF by chance if someone else wants you, Horropedia will be clingy to you and at the same time plotting to jumpscare that person.
Also if you gave him kisses during your daily hugs, oh will be in cloud nine.
You yourself will get bonus points IF you got him blushing or Horropedia being a blushing mess of your bold movements. Who knows, it will give him more ideas for the future.
#reverse 1999#r1999#reverse 1999 x reader#r1999 x reader#horropedia#horropedia x reader#joshua#reverse 1999 horropedia
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Synopsis: Years had passed since you successfully nullified all contracts and left Hell behind. Now, living a decent of a normal life once more, you found yourself returning to your cozy abode after another long day of work.
{{What in 'hell' is bad?}} Pair: Kings/You
{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Religious/Biblical reference, Vague mention of obsession/possessiveness, OOC
🎗️Author's note: Sorry for the lack of post lately.
Entering your room, you carelessly tossed your belongings to the side before slumping down onto your bed. With a heavy sigh, you felt an exhaustion wash over you as your eyelids growing heavy with fatigue. Just as you were about to succumb to sleep, a strange scent tickled your nostrils, jolting you awake.
Your gaze landed on a card—no, a letter, sitting on your table but, who could it be from?
Would you dare to read it?
Satan:
A crimson card, adorned with a delicate white ribbon wrapped around it, secured by small horn-shaped stickers attached to the front. It wasn't overly extravagant, yet it certainly wasn't ordinary either; it sit somewhere in between. Nestled beside the card was a photo.
Hey [[Name]],
So, I figured I'd drop you a letter. Not sure what I'm gonna ramble about, but hey, why not, right?
Anyway, let's cut the crap. Since your bailed on Hell, things have been kinda messy around here. Not like "oh no, angels are attacking us again" messy, but more like... weird, you know?
I swung by Avisos the other day, and on the surface, everything seemed chill. People still living it up, having a blast. But there's this underlying gloominess, you know? Like something's off. Haven't heard anything from their kings, either. Same deal with Tartaros. Usually, those devils are all about flaunting their stuff, strutting around Gehenna like they own the place. But lately, they've been keeping to themselves, especially Mammon. That bastard practically isolated himself these days.
And speaking of isolation, that wet blanket is even more distant than usual. Him and his people are getting pretty hostile towards outsiders. Rumor has it they've even closed off their gate to visitors. Paradise Lost is living up to its name, with Lucifer being more of a hardass than ever. Heard him muttering under his breath a lot, the past meeting with him..
Anyway, not much else to report. I don't exactly have a habit of letter-writing, y'know?
So, how's life treating you up there on Earth? I know your time in Hell wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but I hope you're finding something to kill your time. If not with us, then at least enjoy the grub and swag they're hooking you up with.
Alright, that's all I got. Hope you haven't chucked this letter in the trash yet.
Catch you later,
Satan
Mammon:
A golden card, lavishly adorned with shimmering ornaments adorning its edges. Crafted from crisp, molten gold-hued paper. A delicate ribbon, flush with golden dust, cascades from its side, leaving a trail of particles with each brush against your skin. Nestled beside the card lies an open box of jewels.
My Esteemed Master,
Since your departure from Hell, I have found myself rather... what is the word I am searching for? Ah, yes, lonely. These past days, or perhaps decades. It almost felt like mere moments since you left for the human world.
I pen this letter because I find myself truly missing your presence, Master. Though you made your intentions clear from the start, and I fully understood them, your absence has left a void within me. Is the wealth not sufficient? Does the structure of my domain not meet your expectations? Or perhaps I have failed to fully satisfy you? At times, a thought plagued at the back of my mind—to carve your name into my flesh, to signify that I'm truly yours.
But- Forgive me for indulging in such thoughts, Master. I fear I may have become too forward. I simply cannot help but express the depth of my longing for you.
The time you spent here in Tartaros, though brief, was among the most enjoyable moments of my existence. I must confess, I have never felt such attachment to another being. Not even Solomon grow such sentiments from me. There is something about you that captivates me unlike any other. I vividly recall your first arrival in Tartaros; it was then that I knew you were a being worthy of becoming the master of the Monarch of Tartaros.
My apologies for my ramblings, Master. I found myself yearning to write more, but I restrained myself, knowing your preference for brevity. Nevertheless, I implore you to consider my words and understand that you are sorely missed here in Tartaros.
Yours faithfully,
Mammon
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Bamboo for a Bashful Captain - (Gepard x Reader) - FULL POST
Summary: You’ve recently moved from Belobog’s Underworld and gotten a job as a florist. One day, a man wearing a full suit of armor stops by, and you, (fearing for the safety of the flowerpots) decide to approach him.
You never suspected that he would fall head-over-heels so quickly. Or so hard.
▸ Genre(s): Fluff, a sprinkling of angst
▸ Word Count: 15k in total
▸ Tags: Gepard x reader
▸ Warnings: Food mention, possible ooc, reader is shorter than Gepard and slightly fem coded, explicit pronouns aren’t used but Serval calls you a doll,
A/N: This has been in the works for a month. It was actually going to be released earlier, but I had to take a three day break because I was about to give myself carpal tunnel— also, the beginning is choppy but bear with me!
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is available in shorter chapters for those of you whose devices keep crashing (like me). They will be posted every Saturday at 12:00 PST. Use the link post below!
I also have a few additional one-shots, so stay tuned!
I’m so sorry to be rambling but I want to provide the best experience possible.
MASTERLIST (MORE GEPARD HERE)
The Belobog sunlight was warm on the captain of the Silvermane Guards’ face. Gepard was covered in what could only be described as a mountain of blankets, hastily tossed over his sleeping form after returning from an extended mission on the front lines.
The Fragmentum had never taken a break until recently, when the source of the corrosion was discovered and disposed of. There was still work to be done, of course, but Gepard’s workload had been significantly reduced. This left him feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion due to his regular routine being interrupted.
Hearing some commotion from the hallway of the Landau Estate, Gepard stirred and sat up, a weary expression on his face. He raised a hand to rub his eyes but was unpleasantly surprised by stiff metal coming into contact with his cheek.
He looked in the full-length mirror, realizing he had forgotten to take most of his armor off before going to bed, as unflattering red indentations remained on his face and neck from metal pressing into his skin.
Swinging his feet over the side of the bed, he bent down to put on his home-appropriate loafers. It honestly felt like eons had passed since the Captain had woken up in his own home. He smiled to himself. How he had missed the smell of old books, wood, and leather.
Gepard suddenly stood up with newfound energy to start the day, but the back of his head collided with the wooden shelf next to his bed. He doubled over, grunted in pain, and gingerly ran a hand through his blond hair.
That’s gonna leave a mark, he groaned inwardly. He looked back up at the shelf to see the flowerpot he began taking care of several weeks ago teetering on the edge. Too groggy to react, he watched it tip over and fall onto the hardwood floor, letting out a loud crash. Ceramic shards and dirt went everywhere.
Gepard gave it an exasperated stare.
It was long dead anyways, He sighed. I forgot to ask Pela to take care of it again,
Rapid knocking could be heard at his door, and a housekeeper barged in. He was breathing as if he had leapt up the stairs four-at-a-time.
“Young Master Gepard, is everything all right? I heard a crash,” he said, clutching his duster nervously.
The Captain looked at the broken pot on the floor wistfully.
“I’m fine, thanks,” he said monotonously. “What’s for breakfast?”
———
Gepard had long gotten used to heads turning as he walked through the streets of Belobog.
He didn’t necessarily mind it, though. Someone of his position would be bound to catch a few glances. If it meant he could keep protecting the city, then so be it. Being able to hear the carefree chatter of citizens made his chest swell with pride. Parents and grandparents alike would wave to him, and of course he would wave back. (Although Serval would always chide him for not smiling enough.)
While on his way to buy a new flowerpot, Gepard spotted an elderly woman carrying a bag of groceries. She turned around to face him quickly, startled by the sound of heavy boots clanking behind her.
“Can I give you a hand with that, ma’am?” He inquired, offering his hands out to take it from her.
“Oh, you’re too kind. Thank you so, so much,” she smiled up at him. The woman carefully gave him the paper bag that was filled with miscellaneous vegetables.
“All in a day’s work,” Gepard replied. He hoisted the bag onto his shoulder and walked her to the entrance of a building, all the while a leek poked him in the face.
“I’m so glad we have you as the Captain of the Silvermane Guards,” she said sweetly as she unlocked the door to her home. “Such a handsome and nice fellow,”
Gepard shook his head humbly, trying to squash the dusting of pink that spread across his face. “Please, you flatter me too much,”
The woman raised an eyebrow at him behind her wire-framed glasses, humming in response.
“Well, I’m sure one day…” she mused. “You’ll meet someone who thinks so too,” He kept his face blank, neither agreeing or disagreeing with her.
“On your way now, miss. Be careful.” Gepard gave her a polite wave goodbye as she entered the building, and continued on his way.
———
You knew people on the surface could be weird, but not this weird.
You were just about to join your co-worker, Vaska, on break when you heard the shopkeeper’s bell ring. A man with blonde hair stepped through the entrance, practically armed to the teeth. He wore a spotless soldier’s coat decorated with blue and gold accents, along with an unusual looking metal gauntlet on his right arm. He took care not to bump anything on the way in.
It would be a disaster if he did.
What’s a soldier doing in a flower shop? You pondered as you fidgeted with your pen absentmindedly. Natasha would’ve strangled someone with that much metal on if she caught them in her clinic,
He walked over to the corner and began browsing the selection of ceramic pots you had to offer. The other customers seemed to acknowledge him and respectfully step aside so he could make his way around easier.
You realized you were staring a hole into the back of his head and tore your gaze away from him, embarrassed.
He looks confused, you thought. Maybe he’s buying a gift for someone? I guess I could give him some advice.
You ventured out from behind the desk and approached him, right as he picked up a pot with his heavily armored hand.
Please don’t crush it, so help me Qlipoth!! The voice inside your head shrieked. You clutched at your notepad so hard you thought it might rip in half. It’ll be on MY payroll!!
“Hi there! Can I help you?” You interjected, with the friendliest smile you could muster. The man swiveled his head towards you in surprise. His eyes were startlingly blue.
“Oh… Yes, I could use some help,” he said. “I’ve been trying my hand at growing flowers for a while now, but it never really seems to work out,” He sighed. “Would you happen to have any advice?”
Your expression became one of pity. Oh! This poor soul! You lamented. Of course you’d help him chase his flower-growing dreams!
“Well, you could start by taking off the gauntlet when you garden,” you teased. “Flowers can get scared easily,”
“Are you serious?” He glanced worriedly at the hand that held the pot.
For a follower of the Preservation, I can't seem to keep anything alive, he thought.
“No! No, no, of course not! I’m sorry.” You shook your hands as if to clear up the misunderstanding while holding back a giggle. He seemed sweet.
He let out a relieved sigh.
“It’s just that you don't see a man covered head to toe in metal come into the store every day. I’m sorry for teasing you about it.” You grinned at him and he cleared his throat sheepishly. “Anyways, what have you been trying to grow?”
“Well, I had a pot of Solarflowers but I’ve been rather occupied as of late. I’ve had people take care of my plants before, but I would like something that I can handle by myself,” he replied. You hummed.
“If you don’t have too much free time, caring for something routinely may be difficult,” you rattled off. “I admire your perseverance though! Flowers just take a lot of nurturing.” You rested your chin on your hand deliberately.
“Wait a minute… I have just the thing for you! Be right back!”
You darted into the back room, quick to push apart the piles of boxes filled with flowers.
Aha! There it is! You almost jumped for joy as you spotted a small plant in a burlap sack. You practically ran back out while holding it up for him to see.
“Is that… a tree?”
He stared down at it with a peculiar expression. The small, woody plant with only three leaves to call its own said nothing.
“Nope! It’s a Summershade Bamboo,” you responded cheerily. “I know flowers are your main goal, but you should give this one a try!” He took it from you and examined it, tilting it every which way with his eyebrows furrowed.
“These are tougher than flowers. As long as it has water, it’ll be fine,” you were quick to add.
“That sounds promising,” he nodded down at you. “I think I’ll buy it,”
You two made your way to the counter, imaginary confetti poppers going off in your head triumphantly.
My first real recommendation! You had to physically stop yourself from pumping your fists into the air as you walked behind the counter.
He set down the plant, you fastened a string around it to keep the sack from falling off, and then whipped out your notepad from the front pouch in your uniform.
“How exactly did you become so good with flowers, anyways?” The man asked, tilting his head. You barked out a laugh while scribbling something down on the paper, remembering just how lucky you were to get this job.
“Oh, believe me, I have killed my fair share of flowers.” You nodded towards the door to the back room, where your co-workers were lounging and drinking the latest tea. “We all have. It’s something that comes with a LOT of trial and error— in fact, a couple months ago I had never even seen one!”
“Is that so?” He was taken aback.
“Yep! I’d just moved here from the Underworld, and was fresh out of a job,” you reminisced. “ I had been looking for weeks on end, finally I stumbled across this place! It was so beautiful, I just HAD to apply,”
You glanced around quickly and leaned in to whisper, “The owner is sort of strict, but she offered me a place to stay. I couldn’t be more grateful,”
“Is that so? Well then, Belobog is happy to have you,” he said, offering out his right hand for you to shake. “I’m Gepard. Pleased to make your acquaintance,”
Realizing he had his gauntlet on, he began to retract his hand. You stopped him, almost tipping over the desk to shake it heartily.
“And I’m (Y/N). No need to be so stiff, it’s a pleasure to meet you too!” A bright smile spread across your cheeks. Gepard felt his breath catch in his throat, much to his surprise.
“Your total comes to 15 Shield,” you said, handing him a yellow square of paper along with the bamboo. “I wrote a list of tips on how to take care of it too! This one will survive. I'm sure of it,”
You beamed at him. “Come back anytime if you need any more advice!”
Gepard felt the corners of his mouth rise into a smile.
“I’m sure I will,”
———
As the Captain was watering his bamboo plant that night, the moons of Jarilo-VI caught his attention through the window. They were shining brightly tonight. His mind wandered back to just how bright your smile was.
Gepard shook himself out of his thoughts, ignoring his heart beating faster than usual, and placed the newly potted bamboo on his bookshelf.
So it couldn’t be knocked over by a clumsy captain like himself, of course.
He sighed. The Captain opened an old, tattered book for a while before turning off the lamp and tucking into the covers for the night.
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A few days later, you were pleased to see that your new guard friend decided to show up again.
He sure took his sweet while staring at the flowers this time. You couldn't blame him for his indecisiveness though, because choosing something as special as flowers could be a challenge.
Gepard eventually gave up and walked over to the counter. You gave him a friendly wave.
“Hey there again! How’s the new plant doing?” You inquired, shifting your weight onto your toes with a happy grin.
“Fairly well, surprisingly. I'm very happy with it,” he said with a relaxed expression.
“I’m glad! That’s the first time I've ever recommended somethin’ to someone!” You exclaimed. He blinked in surprise.
“So, what are you in here for this time?” You asked.
“I'd like to buy some flowers for my older sister. She could use something to liven up her workshop. I'm not sure which ones to get for her though.” He paused, looking off to the side at the plants hanging by the windows.
“Aww, that’s really sweet! What’s her favorite color?” You said.
“Purple,” he replied.
You glanced at the rows of purple flowers on the shelves and bit your lip. “Um, well, What's she like?”
“She’s definitely something,” Gepard murmured to himself. “Between running the workshop and her rock gigs, she practically has an infinite amount of energy.” He shook his head lightly.
“Rock gigs?” You questioned. “What’s that?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Rock is a genre of music she’s fascinated by. She does concerts sometimes… Although she’s somehow coerced one of my co-workers into performing with her,”
“No way… She’s a musician AND she runs a workshop? She sounds incredible!” Your eyes went wide with awe.
Gepard stifled a chuckle.
“She can be, sometimes,” He sighed, tapping the desk with an armored finger. “If we ignore the numerous crazy things she’s done in the past,”
“Sisters, am I right?” You chirped. “Anyways, what about you? What’s being a guard like?”
“I suppose—,”
He cut off as your boss shoved past you with some large boxes in hand, almost tipping you onto the desk, but your fall was stopped by his hands, which caught your shoulders and helped steady you.
“Sorry about that! (Y/N),” she called, not bothering to look back as she rushed into the storeroom. “A new shipment came in today. We could use your help sorting it out if you could hurry it up a bit!”
“Oops,” You turned back to him. “I’m sorry, I got carried away,” you said sheepishly.
“Don’t be. I don’t mind small talk,” Gepard responded, fiddling with one of the clasps on his uniform.
“Really? Phew.” You wiped fake sweat from your brow. “Anyways, I think she would enjoy a pot of Indigos.” You pointed to a flowerpot on the leftmost side of the shop. “They’re a nice bold color, and pretty hardy too!”
You swore Gepard’s eyes lit up as he picked up the pot of purple flowers.
“These are perfect. Your recommendations truly are the best,” Gepard said when he returned to the counter. You thought you heard a bit more warmth beginning to creepinto his voice.
You smiled at him, and for a split second, his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. And with that, you checked him out and handed him a blank thank-you card to write on, bowing politely.
“Thank you, come again!” You called, and squeaked in surprise as you were promptly yanked by the collar into the storage room. Gepard could only blink in confusion as he watched you disappear into the back.
———
A few weeks passed, and Gepard had become a regular at the flower shop. You started to look forward to when he came in so you could chat about how his new bamboo plant was faring.
I wonder if he has a name for it, you mused to yourself. Probably not,
It was kind of unusual how much he stopped by, though.
You were in the middle of putting a case full of seed packets on the shelf when you heard the door creak open, nothing out of the ordinary.
“Be right there!” You shouted. You peeked your head out from behind the door frame, only to spot Gepard’s familiar blond hair once more. He was looking very intently at a dresser filled with a variety of multicolored plants. The soldier caught your gaze, but quickly broke eye contact with you, much to your confusion.
“Isn’t this the third time he’s come in this week?” You whispered to your boss, Meg, who was writing labels for the different jars on the shelves. She shrugged.
Meg put her hands on her hips. “I've got no problem with it. It’s good for business, after all. He always seems to be looking for something or someone in particular… He gets awfully sad when you aren't there, y’know,”
You squinted at her, confused, and then shook your head in disbelief. You headed back to the counter where Gepard was waiting with a small sack in his hands.
“Good afternoon, Gepard. What can I do for ya this time?” You stared at his face harder than normal, analyzing his expression. It didn't change much.
“Just the usual, please.” He placed the bag of plant fertilizer on the desk while he dug in his pockets for the change. He was dead serious, like usual.
Ugh. Why was he so impossible to read??
“You do know we sell these in larger sizes, right?” You questioned while pointing at the bag. Gepard nodded, shuffling his feet a little.
“Yes, I am aware, but I have a very inquisitive little sister. I'm afraid one of her pets might get into it while I'm not there and get sick,” he answered. “It's easier if there's less of it for them to get into,”
Gepard ran his gloved hand through his hair while you stood nodding thoughtfully.
“Ohhh, I see!” You let out a gasp of realization. “Phew! I was worried you were coming in here just to see me!”
“No, of… course not,” he said, mouth agape. The soldier closed his eyes in embarrassment as he felt his face heat up. “Although, seeing you does improve my day greatly,”
Your face morphed into a scowl, much to his surprise. “You oughta be spending your time better, you know. Guard duty sounds very demanding.” You folded your arms with a huff. “You know, delivery IS an option if you want to save some effort,”
“O-oh? Could you elucidate to me how it works?” He stuttered, expression changing to one of nervous curiosity.
“Yeah! Delivery works with almost anything. We understand how hard it is to drag an entire plant or package to your residence,”
You shook your finger matter-of-factly as you went off on your sales pitch. “You can place an order in-store and we can bring it to you, even on the same day you place it!”
“AND, we can do regularly scheduled deliveries, that way, you don't have to come in every two days. Instead, one of our very capable workers will get it to you!”
He merely stared at you quizzically. You huffed.
“Believe me, we’re stronger than we look.” You raised your arm, curling it into a fist. “I used to work in the mines, so I'm used to heavy lifting,” you said, putting your hands back on your hips proudly.
Gepard exhaled through his nose. He knew you weren’t going to let this one go.
“So… Would you be interested? I’d hate for you to have to go on a wild Mole chase every time you want to buy fertilizer,” you said slyly.
“Well—” He raised his hand to protest. “It’s really not an issue—,”
“Nonsense! I'm sure your schedule is super busy, so let me help you out!” You slid a purple notecard and a pen with a floral print across the counter to him.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” The guard sighed in defeat.
Gepard waited until he got a safe distance away from the shop, and facepalmed with a weak groan. As he drew his hand away, a new look of determination flickered across his face.
He was going to need new excuses to keep seeing you.
———
Is this really the place?? You thought, boxes in hand. The sun was setting on the fancy buildings in the modern district of the city, painting them a brilliant orange. You adjusted your beret, determined not to let it fall off, and prepared yourself to venture up the stairs to the massive mansion located on the uppermost level of the city.
When you reached the entrance at the top, you realized that the unfamiliar building made the shop you called home seem almost microscopic. Two guards were standing at the sides of the heavy-looking wooden door, complete with ornately carved bronze handles.
The doors opened, and out walked a group of housekeepers. You gave them a feeble wave hello and trotted over to them.
“Hi there! I have a delivery for the—,” You narrowed your eyes at the card on top of the boxes—, “Landau Estate?”
You hoped you didn’t just butcher the name. One of the guards and a maid sauntered over to you.
“That’s unusual,” the maid said, taking the card and inspecting it closely. “We weren't expecting a package. This is for fertilizer, you say?” You nodded in agreement.
“Do you know if anyone here ordered fertilizer?” She turned back to the group of servants, who all murmured among themselves. “Hmm… doesn’t look like it,”
“Oh jeez. I'm sorry, a man named Gepard ordered it. Maybe he put down the wrong address by mistake?” You shrugged.
Who on Jarilo-VI would live in a house this big, anyways? You wondered.
“Oh! The young master!” A lightbulb seemed to go off in her head. “I wasn't aware he had ordered something. I'm sorry, but we aren't allowed to accept packages on his behalf unless he clears it with us first.” She clasped her hands together. “I apologize for the misunderstanding,”
You shook your head reassuringly. “That’s all right, I can just find him myself. Does anyone know where he might be?”
That earned you a few quizzical looks. One of the aides, a woman with chestnut hair, piped up.
“I heard he was heading to Serval’s workshop today. Maybe if you're lucky, you could catch him on his way out!”
“Great! Thanks!”
You adjusted the boxes under your arm once again and flew down the stairs two at a time.
They called him “Young Master”? You furrowed your brow.
This was getting weirder and weirder.
———
Rapidly flipping through your map of Belobog, you pinpointed an eccentric looking building on the easternmost side of the plaza. When you reached the workshop indicated on your map, you stood still in amazement.
It was covered in the coolest metal fixtures and gave off a mature aura you couldn’t quite put your finger on. If something like this had existed in the Underworld, you wouldn't have been able to see it in full detail anyways.
Not right now! I have a delivery to make! You snapped at yourself. You pried the door open with your hand and used the weight of your back to push your way inside.
The inside of the building was just as interesting as the outside. Metal cogs spun with no aim in particular, more tools than you had ever seen in your lifetime adorned the walls, and old manuscripts were sprawled out all over the various surfaces. You wanted to explore it all already.
You spotted Gepard talking to a boldly dressed woman at the front desk. Another blue-haired woman was working on a blueprint off to the side, too absorbed in her work to notice the commotion at the door.
“Aha! There you are!” You exclaimed. “I've got your delivery for this week. Some housekeepers told me I could find you here.” You bounded up to him with the boxes curled under your arm, smiling as he thanked you.
“I apologize you had to go through all that trouble to find me.” He rubbed his temples. “I should have cleared the whole thing with them first. Here, let me take that for you,”
The tall woman stepped out from behind the counter, looking you up and down with great interest. She had stunning lip gloss and blond hair with a lone blue streak on her right side. You wondered where she got her style from, as everyone on the surface dressed the same, for the most part.
“And who might you be?” She inquired.
“I’m (Y/N), from the flower shop across the street.” You curtsied with a smile.
“What a cute little doll!” The woman tilted her head at you, her eyes sparkling with adoration. “Gepard, where on Jarilo-VI did you find them? I know everyone’s face, and I've never seen theirs,”
You saw Gepard shift from side to side in the corner of your eye.
“I started working there just a few weeks ago, actually! I’m from the Underworld,” you chirped.
“No way! Well then, it’s a pleasure to be meeting you!” She offered her hand for you to shake, which you took graciously. She was so easygoing, it was easy to be drawn to her.
“I'm Serval, this clumsy oaf’s sister.” She wrapped her arm around Gepard and poked him in the side. “The one over there is Molly, my assistant!” She pointed at the worker with blue hair in the corner, who gave you a quick thumbs-up. “It seems you know my brother?”
“Well—,” you started.
“We don't need to go into detail now, I'm sure you have places to be,” Gepard interrupted, placing a hand on your shoulder. He hoped you couldn’t feel his palms sweating.
“No, no, no!” Serval pouted, “I'm invested now, can't you see?” She said, circling around you like a carnivore would.
“Um. It’s fine, actually! That was the last of the deliveries scheduled for today,” you chimed in.
“Perfect! Molly, could you get our guest some tea?” Serval called. She led you to a small table with an oil lamp resting on it, pulling out your chair before she sat in her own. She rested her arm on the tabletop while leaning forward with a thrilled expression.
Gepard stayed where he was, rubbing his forehead. The poor man’s cheeks were bright red.
“So! How are you liking the city so far?” Molly set down two cups of steaming hot tea. You thanked her, then took a sip as you paused to think. It was fragrant and had just the right amount of sweetness.
“It’s honestly gorgeous. The air up here is so clean compared to the mines!” You replied energetically.
“My thoughts exactly!” The woman across from you nodded. “There’s nothing like the cold Belobog air to wake you up in the mornings too. Have you visited the Everwinter Monument yet?”
You took in a sharp breath. “No, I haven’t! Not for real, at least. I see it through the window of my apartment sometimes. Since I live and work in the same building, I haven’t really felt the need to explore the city yet,” you murmured. “Although, I'm being put on delivery more often, so I guess there’s that,”
You gazed around the room curiously, taking another sip of your tea.
“I've never been in a workshop this fancy before. What kind of work do you do here?” You asked.
“Well, we do a lot of mechanical repairs and research. Although, my brother might have mentioned that we hold Rock gigs here sometimes,” she responded.
Said brother was looking at the delivery card with incredible concentration.
I still don't know what a gig is, you sighed inwardly.
“That's incredible! What instrument do you play?” You said, voice dripping with enthusiasm to make up for the confusion.
“Electric guitar,” Serval said. “I can go grab it for you if you'd like to see it,”
“Would I EVER???” You practically bounced out of your seat. She got up from the table and opened the door to a side room, snapping her fingers and humming to herself.
Noticing a pot of purple flowers, your rose from your seat to inspect them. They were healthy and had enough sunlight. You gave a happy bounce of approval, then sauntered over to Gepard, who was still standing stiffly.
“So that’s the sister you told me about, huh?” You smiled cheerfully.
“Indeed. That’s her,” Gepard nodded in agreement.
“I can't believe you have a MUSICIAN for a sister. She's so energetic!”
“I guess the only thing we have in common are our looks,” he mused. His eyes locked onto yours and you giggled.
“Pfft. You got that right,”
“Miss Serval really is the epitome of exciting!” Molly called from her desk. You pumped a fist in silent agreement.
“I guess you could say that. Although she can be a little overbearing sometimes.” Gepard sighed and looked off into the distance. “I'm really sorry to be dragging you out here on a work night,”
“It’s okay, really. I could use a bit more excitement. My life doesn't need to revolve around the flower shop, after all,” you reassured him.
———
When Serval came out of the side room with her guitar, everything clicked into place.
No wonder her adorable little brother was being so sheepish! (Albeit, only a little more than usual.)
It’s because he was feeling shy, Serval deduced. Every time you looked him in the eyes, he looked away and his ears turned pink. She almost cooed out loud, giving him a pitying glance. This was TOO CUTE.
A raucous grin spread across her face, which she quickly squashed before deciding her next move.
You turned to face the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor.
“And here—,” she announced with a grand gesture—, “Is my magnum opus!” She laid her guitar on the table proudly.
You could not, for the life of you, see how the machine in front of you resembled a guitar in any way. It was large and avant garde, with a long black handle and tubes sticking off the side of the body.
It was still the coolest thing you had ever seen, though.
“Wow. wow wow wow WOW!!” You gasped in amazement. “Can I-- can I touch it?!”
“Go ahead! Who am I to stop someone from admiring fine craftsmanship?” Serval chuckled lightly. You inspected the guitar with so much excitement, she could have sworn your head was about to explode.
“Anyhow, I need to check something in the back just for a quiiick second,” she said offhandedly, fishing through her pockets and pulling out a key made of brass. “C’mon Molly!”
Serval yanked the startled girl by the hand unceremoniously causing her pen to drop on the floor. She turned backwards for a split second and gave Gepard a wink.
Gepard gulped. He’s seen that look before.
His rebellious sister was DEFINITELY planning something.
When she returned, the smile on her face was even brighter. Blinding, even. Molly was nowhere to be seen.
“The mechanics are really well done!” You said excitedly. “I've never seen anything like it. Repairing minecarts and robots wasn’t anywhere near this level of intricacy,”
“Whoa! You really know what you're talking about, new friend! You know, if you're ever interested in working with us, we could always use an extra pair of hands in the workshop,”
“I would LOVE that,” you replied. “I’ll have to adjust my work schedule first, though. I took on a few too many hours this week and tomorrow is my only free day. I was planning on using it to see the city,”
“It's no sweat! Come in anytime it strikes your fancy. Actually, the workshop happens to be closed that day too, would you be up to touring the city together?”
You nodded vigorously.
Serval grinned and clasped your hands with her own. You exchanged contacts, while Gepard pulled her aside to whisper something in her ear. She then promptly elbowed him in the gut, causing him to grunt in pain, Then out of the blue, your phone started dinging incessantly.
“Um, I don't think that's ME doing that—,” Serval said nervously. You furrowed your eyebrows, raising the screen closer to your face to get a better look.
It was Vaska. They must have wanted you to come back to help close up shop. The sky outside had shifted from an orange to a deep blue, dotted sparsely with stars. You sighed and accepted the fact that you had to return to your ordinary flower-filled life.
Your disappointment was abruptly interrupted by a huge crash coming from the back room. Your phone almost flew into the air as everyone scrambled to check for the source of the noise.
There Molly stood, covered head to toe in soot, coughing up a storm, with bits of machinery scattered everywhere. A few stray pieces rolled off the table the machine was sitting on.
You made sure to watch your step as you clung to the walls to keep your balance.
“Oh, by Qlipoth,” Serval covered her face with her hand, closing her eyes. “I forgot we had an experiment running! Molly, are you all right?” She bent down, picking up some stray papers and rushed over to the girl. Serval dusted her assistant off worriedly.
You began to reach for some of the stray parts scattered on the floor, but Gepard held out a hand to stop you.
“That's not a good idea. It's hard to see sharp edges with everything covered in soot right now. Let me take care of it,”
You blinked at him in surprise.
“Well then, I guess it's a good thing I carry these around with me then!” You pulled out a pair of thick gloves from your apron triumphantly, and proceeded to carry on picking up the shrapnel. When Molly had been sufficiently cleaned up, Serval groaned.
“The Department of Education wants these results in three days,” she spoke. “It'll take me all night to get this baby up and running again— I'm sorry, but I can't make it to our little outing tomorrow,”
You shook your head frantically. “I'm so sorry this happened!” You sighed. “If I hadn't distracted you—,”
“That's not it at all!” Serval interjected. “I can be a little scatterbrained sometimes. This kind of stuff happens all the time.” She gave a small laugh. “Geppie can attest to that,”
He blanched, almost dropping an armful of tubes.
“I'm really, really sorry.” She bowed her head. “Gepard, could you take them instead? Please? I know you have this week off.” She placed her hands together in a praying motion and closed her eyes. He let out a small sound of surprise.
“It’s… not an issue,”
Serval’s eyes flew back open.
“Great! I’ll leave you two to it then!” Her old enthusiasm was back in the blink of an eye and she resumed sweeping up the room. Gepard led you back to the main entrance.
“Okay, I know I said I could use some excitement, but not THAT much excitement,” you said quietly.
“I suppose that makes two of us,” he replied.
“Do things really blow up around here that often?”
“They sure do. She says it's all part of the process,” he spoke. “I hope that doesn't scare you too much,”
“Not at all, actually. I've seen my fair share of explosions,” You chuckled.
“That's a relief,”
Your phone rang again, and this time you answered it. You put it to your ear only to be deafened by Vaska’s screaming.
“The heck is taking you so long???” She barked. You could hear the clamor of your co-workers in the background.
“Gahh! Sorry, sorry! I’ll be right over,” you said hurriedly.
“You better be,” she huffed impatiently. You hung up with a groan. As much as you hated it, she was right. Your duties for the night were far from over.
“Oh! That reminds me,” you piped up. “Gepard, did I get your number? Wait… do you have a phone?”
“That would be a no and a yes.” He ran a hand across his hip, only to realize he didn't have it with him.
“That's fine.” You grabbed a marker from your pocket, and scanned the room for anything to write on.
You decided you'd rather not risk a catastrophe by grabbing a random piece of paper. Instead, this would work just as well.
“Crud. Gepard, could I see your hand for a second?” He held out his right arm, the one with the gauntlet on it.
“The other one, silly!” You giggled. He complied.
The soldier flinched in surprise as you rolled back the sleeve on his left arm, holding his wrist with your other hand so you could press the ink onto his skin.
“You have my number now! Don't worry, it'll wash off pretty easily. Anyways, I'm looking forward to our outing tomorrow. I’ll see you then!” You said cheerfully.
“You as well," he called out to you as you rushed out the door. “Travel safely,”
But then he froze.
Wait just a minute.
Isn’t Serval still banned from the Education Committee?
He pondered this thought for a moment, and then chuckled to himself. Well, now I know what that look was for,
———
The sun was high in the sky the next day when you met Gepard in front of the Everwinter Monument.
He was hard to miss, really. The light reflected off every possible inch of his uniform. When you turned to face him, you had to shield your eyes with a gasp.
Oh, this man was too brilliant for everyday life.
“I hope you weren't waiting too long,” he said gently, blonde strands of hair waving in the breeze.
“Not at all! I was just taking my time admiring the monument.” You gazed back up at the incredible sculpture. “That’s not real ice… is it? I feel stupid for asking,” You murmured.
“Not exactly. It does look remarkably realistic, though. It was made as a tribute to Plamya, one of the many great architects of this city,”
“What did she do?” You looked at him, feeling intrigued but slightly uneducated.
“She's the one who led the charge in constructing the citadel in order to protect the city from the eternal freeze,” he responded, gazing up at the structure.
“I can't believe one woman spearheaded that entire operation!” you commented. “You sure know a lot about the history of Belobog, Gepard,”
“You could say that. Now, why don't we get going? There’s a lot to see in Belobog’s administrative district,”
———
To say there was “a lot to see” in the Administrative District was the understatement of the century.
It was everything you had imagined it to be, pieced together from stories told by your upperclassmen, and more. Your first decision was to stop at various newspaper stands, ecstatically flipping through half of the available merchandise.
There was so much to read up here! In the Underworld, the same 30 books were cycled between people over and over again. Most of them were medical records kept by Natasha, too.
Gepard made sure to point out important buildings and historic facts to you as you walked. You had no idea there was so much history to the place! You started bouncing down the street so excitedly, he had to pull you out of the way of an oncoming street car.
Next, you made sure to peer through the windows of all of the shops. At one particular clothing store, you bent down to get a closer look at the stitchwork on the pieces. There was not a seam to be found. Your guide noticed you staring particularly hard at a certain item of clothing.
“Is there anything that piqued your interest?” Gepard inquired. You sighed, scrunching your face up.
“Well, yes, but I'd rather not spend recklessly right now. I don't want to look like an upstart,” you scoffed. You stared at the article a little longer before turning away and standing up.
“That’s understandable.” He folded his arms and nodded. He took a step back to get a better look at the display window that belonged to the boutique you were so curious about.
After successfully making every shop owner in a 3-block radius uncomfortable, you decided to check out the famous theater in the area. The building was more elegant than anything you had ever seen in your life, with square columns were detailed down to the centimeter. You figured a single chunk would fetch a pretty decent price. You did still have your old mining pickaxe—,
You squished your face with your hands suddenly to dispel your unholy thoughts. A confused expression flickered across Gepard’s face, but he thought nothing of it. He merely wasn’t accustomed to seeing people this excited, especially when he was present.
You decided to write down a reminder to buy tickets for your next day off.
By noon, you were ridiculously parched from scurrying around the city. You spotted your savior, a friendly vending machine, resting by the stone wall of the lower level of the city. You enthusiastically punched in the numbers for a Jim Roger Bread Soda, asking Gepard if he would like one too.
“Soda? I’ve only had the pleasure of trying it once,” he responded,
“Ah, I see. We used to drink it a lot when the water wasn't safe,” you reminisced, meeting his gaze. “I wasn't sure if you guys indulged in that type of thing up here,”
“It wouldn't hurt to expand my view on beverages, I suppose.” He rested a hand on his chin thoughtfully.
You fed some more coins into the machine, and out popped a differently shaped bottle. It was rather small, especially for someone with hands like Gepard’s.
“The carbonation in this one is a little weaker, so maybe you'll like it better. Who knows?” You said with a grin, handing it to him.
When he inspected the label, it read, “Strawberry Svarog”, complete with a curly straw and a cartoon of a laughing child. He deduced it must have been a children’s soda, popping the cap off and tilting his head back, but you stopped him before the bottle reached his lips.
“Nuh uh,” you shook your head disapprovingly. “You’ve gotta use the straw, or else you won't get the full experience!”
He looked at you quizzically. “Do I really have to?”
You pursed your lips at him. He sighed, tearing open the straw and taking a sip. You had to admit, he did look a little silly, with a serious look on his face and his nose all scrunched up. Stifling a giggle, you screwed the cap off your own soda.
“How is it?” You asked. “I don't think I've ever had that flavor before— Strawberry Svarog? I wonder what he would think if he found out he was being used as a marketing gimmick,” you snickered.
What on Jarilo-VI is a strawberry? Gepard wondered.
“Not too shabby. Here, try some.” He held it out to you, but instead of taking it in your hands to drink, you leaned forward and took a sip while he was still holding it.
The background chatter around you seemed to cease slightly.
“I agree! A little on the lukewarm side, but—,”
Mortified, you realized what you had done.
“Shoot—! I'm s-sorry. Must be gardener’s reflexes or something! I guess I thought I still had dirt on my hands or something… hahaha,” you trailed off.
Your face felt like it was burning as you flailed your arms about, so you spun around quickly to prevent him from seeing your frazzled expression.
And it was a good thing you did, too, or else you would have seen his.
The soldier next to you resembled more so a “strawberry” than a man. His eyes darted around wildly as he turned the other way to give you some privacy, his hands falling to his side.
“W-well, no matter.” He coughed. “Why don't we stop and get something to eat as well? You must be famished,”
“Yeah… definitely,”
———
Gepard took you to the cafe by Serval’s workshop, where she and Molly would often stop by on their lunch breaks. You grabbed a croquette sandwich, and him, a muffin. You sat down at the metal tables outside and began to enjoy your food.
The guard made a noticeable clanking noise as he sat down. He was almost a head taller than you. It was a little embarrassing, frankly.
“So, Gepard, do you always wear your uniform when you're out and about?” You questioned.
“I do, yes.” He nodded.
“It has to be comfortable if you wear it all the time, then,”
Gepard hummed thoughtfully. “Not exactly. But it is required of me, after all.” He took a bite of his muffin.
You reached across the table and grasped the arm with the gauntlet, examining it closely.
“Whoa! It’s really warm!” You exclaimed, turning his hand over so his palm faced upwards. You curled each of his fingers almost instinctively. “This thing makes you look really tough, you know?” You added.
Gepard could have died right then and there, and he would have been happy.
“R-really? You think so?” He closed his eyes bashfully.
You hummed in response, still focused on his handguard.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen anyone around here that looks remotely close to him, you wondered. I figured there would be more, since he's a soldier and all,
You took a bite of your food, determined to remain unbothered. Gepard finished his muffin quickly, so you offered him half your sandwich in your usual generous fashion.
As you finished up, a commotion coming from the center of the plaza drew your attention. A crowd of around forty people had gathered by the monument, clapping their hands to a steady beat. They seemed to be arranged in a circle surrounding someone.
Your face lit up as you heard the tones of an instrument beneath the chatter of people. The metal chair, which you had been sitting in previously, was pushed away with a screech as you got up.
Gepard reached out a hand to you as you sprinted towards the throes of people, but faltered and let out a defeated sigh. He gave in and rose to join you instead.
When you reached the center of the square, you spotted the musician you often saw practicing outside the shop, strumming her guitar as people smiled around her. (Although the only reason you knew of her was because Vaska had a huge crush on her and would NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT IT. “Ooh, (Y/N), do you think she likes reading? Do you think she likes Tale of the Winterlands???” It was actually kind of sweet, though.)
According to your sheepish co-worker, it was “just a passing fancy”. This “passing fancy” had been going on for about two months.
I wonder if I should take a video to send to her, you wondered with an amused smile.
You began to tap your foot in sync with the downbeats of the song. You were taken aback by just how quickly the music ensnared you in its hold. It filled you with energy that coursed through your veins.
And it seemed like you weren't the only one, either. Several people in the crowd began to dance, children and couples alike twirling hand-in-hand. You feel a grin start to form on your face, and decided that now would be a great time to join the fray.
You leapt into the center, right next to the musician, who gave you a wink. You swayed on your feet with the strums of the guitar, your dress whirling. You kicked your legs into the air, mirroring the person across from you with a giggle.
Meanwhile, Gepard was politely making his way towards the front of the crowd.
“Excuse me, apologies, coming through,” he muttered while tapping on people’s shoulders. The crowd parted when they spotted him coming.
He strained his neck to look into the mass of dancers, spotting you at the center, dipping your arms and spinning on your feet with another girl your age.
You caught a glimpse of Gepard’s iconic uniform in your line of sight, and immediately waltzed over to him in a rather dramatic fashion.
You ran your fingers down his forearms lightly, and then interlaced your hands with his, yanking him backwards with all your might into the dancers. He yelped as he stumbled into your arms. For someone built like a tank, he sure came unbalanced easily.
“Wait— ah, h-hold on, I don't know how to dance—,” Gepard stammered, glancing down at you.
“That's fine, just hold on to me!” You winked at him, pulling him closer so he couldn't back out. You rested a hand on his shoulder, and wrapped the other around his gauntlet. You shuffled him into a silly looking box step, something that would resemble a dance a family might have in the kitchen.
Gepard’s breath was much heavier than usual, especially because he was in such close proximity to you. Your chests were pressed together, in order to take up the least amount of space as other people spun past you.
His eyes were wide with surprise as you raised his arm and twirled under it. It took all of his concentration to keep his hands from shaking. He was worried about gripping you too tightly or too loosely, as one wrong move from a guard like him could squish you.
He tried to dispel his worries, and instead focused on you. You were as radiant as the sun, with a smile brighter than the Belobog snow.
You two wove through the crowd, stepping rowdily with the upbeat music, and he tried his best to keep up. Gepard felt his cheeks warming while you stared into his eyes, an elated expression paining your features. Unfortunately, it was cut short though. You stepped on your own foot and sent you both tumbling onto the pavement, the clatter of his armor dimming the laughter of children for a split second.
The crowd stepped out of the way as you rolled on the stone ground, limbs tangling together.
You burst into raucous laughter as you sat up, holding your stomach because it hurt so much and wiping tears from your eyes. Gepard was engaged in breathy laughter of his own. He looked just like a prince when he was happy, you realized.
“Wow, that was… incredible,” He coughed.
“I know right? I have the grace and beauty of a warp trotter.” You got up and curtseyed, flaring your jacket for extra impact and offering a hand to him.
“I don't see why that matters as long as you're having fun,” He took your hand and you pulled him up with a grunt.
You noticed the crowd was giving you some strange glances, some of them looking directly at you as they whispered under their breath. You clenched your jaw slightly.
“I guess you're right. On the other hand, you got pretty into it too!” You turned your attention back to him, teasing him with a grin. He wiped his cheek with a distracted look.
Heading out of the crowd, you leaned on his shoulder like a wounded soldier. When you finally escaped, you realized the sun was setting with a start.
“My gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to take this long,” you spoke, embarrassed. “I just got super caught up in the moment, s’all,”
“No worries,” He said as he gestured reassuringly. “I enjoyed it. I can't remember the last time I spent some quality time in the city,”
“I guess there's always some fun to be had, even if you've lived here your whole life,” you commented. “Wait! I almost forgot— I wanted to get a picture in front of the monument,” you fished your phone out from your bag.
“Of course,” he said courteously, holding his hand out towards you. You looked at him, puzzled.
“Of us, I mean,”
“Oh, um… sure,” He swallowed a lump in his throat.
“It’s all right if you'd rather not,” you yammered, your face beginning to heat up. “It’s just that it's my first time on an outing with a friend! I wanted something to remember it by,”
“It's fine, it’s not an inconvenience or anything,” he blurted out.
You motioned for him to stand in front of the monument next to you and raised your phone up. No matter how hard you tried though, you could never catch more than half of his face in the frame, even on your tippy toes. You grumbled as you kept trying to adjust your position.
He took the phone from you gently, holding it up so it caught you both from above. The shutter clicked and he handed it back to you, and you raised your arms above your head with a cheer.
“It looks great! Thank you so, so much. I’ll send it to you once I get the chance,” you beamed.
“I would enjoy that,” he responded with a soft smile. Fortunately for him, the sunset hid the blush on his face that stubbornly refused to go away.
He walked you back to the florists, shoulder to shoulder. The streets were now quieter, with the trams having stopped for the day, and all that remained outside the shop was a group of kids and their caretakers.
You stopped at the stairs, bowing your head when you turned around.
“Thank you for accompanying me today,” you said gently, rocking from the balls of your feet to your heels.
“My pleasure,” Gepard replied. He placed a hand on his chest and nodded back, just like a gentleman would.
As corny as it seemed, your heart fluttered in your ribcage. Resting a hand on your hip, you used the other one to flick him in the forehead, sending a few strands of golden hair flying. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
His eyes sprung open, his hand going to his forehead in surprise.
“It’s best you get going,” you said. “Soldiers need their beauty rest, after all. Get home safely!”
He nodded with a silent smile before turning away and starting off towards the direction of Qlipoth Fort. While he was walking, he felt a vibration in his pocket.
His phone had one new notification, which was from you. Gepard opened up the messaging app to see the photo you had taken. You were wearing a goofy grin, and he was bent down with his lips pressed together sheepishly.
Gepard felt something akin to happiness bubbling up from his chest. He looked up into the sky, allowing himself a single second to loosen up, and pumped his fists into his chest. He sauntered towards the estate, humming one of his sister’s songs as he went.
Meanwhile, the kids playing nearby were dumbfounded. A little red-haired girl stopped and pointed at him.
“Mommy, what's that man doing?”
—
A few days later, you were sitting on the edge of your mattress, waiting for Vaska to reply to a text you sent earlier that morning. Two tickets to the Golden Theater laid on your bedside table. Your phone buzzed and your hand darted to pick it up nervously.
From: Vaska
Vaska: Sorry, I can't come to the theater today!
Vaska: I haven’t had time to reread Tale of the Winterlands lately. I wanted to get to that today.
You: That’s all right! The tickets were discounted, so I just figured I would get them! Enjoy your reading!
Vaska: Wait, I am available for lunch though.
Vaska: It feels like forever since I’ve seen you!
You: Vaska, we work together.
Vaska: Yes. And?
You: …
You: Ok, I’ll be there.
You sighed, shaking your head. It had been a bad idea to buy an extra ticket, even if they WERE discounted for the final day of thIs play they were showing.
Well, worst case scenario, I have a fancy piece of paper I can hang up, but it’ll be a shame if this ticket gets wasted, you thought to yourself.
You chewed on your nails. Should I ask Serval? She might still be busy fixing her device. I’d better not…
What about Gepard? Maybe I could pay him back for giving me that tour, You flicked the screen to Gepard’s contact info, but you noticed the name in the slot read “Gerard” instead.
Oh shoot, better fix that,
You tapped the screen to edit his name, but hit the “call” button by mistake.
“Nono wait no—,” you gasped. Your thumb darted to the red icon in the corner, but you heard someone on the other line pick up ridiculously quickly.
“Hello? Gepard Landau speaking,” His voice was clear on the other end. Your nervous system threatened to wrangle its way out of your body that very second.
“Hi! Hello! Um—, I’m really sorry,” you stuttered. “I clicked the call button by mistake,”
“Oh..? That’s all right,” There was no marked change in tone when he spoke again. He was standing in the office of the new Supreme Guardian, right next to some stacks of papers. Pela peeked her head out from behind one of them.
“I was meaning to ask you about something though,” you blurted out, grabbing your beret from the side table. “I happen to have an extra ticket to the Golden Theater. There’s a showing today at two o’clock. I'm sorry it’s on short notice, but would you like to come with me?”
Gepard clasped his phone in a death grip.
“Ahem—, yes. That works for me. I don't have any urgent meetings today. Can I meet you on the steps outside the building?” He asked.
“Yep! Sounds good! I’ll see you— YEOW!!!” Your foot smacked your dresser as you spun towards the door. You yelped as your phone flew out of your hands and landed on the ground a solid meter away.
You groaned, rolling onto your back and sitting up, tears springing to your eyes.
“Shit—! Aeons, that hurt,” you winced.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?? Is everything all right?” You heard Gepard say loudly.
“Y-yeah. I tripped, s’all,” you grunted, placing a hand on the wall to keep yourself steady as you rose to your feet. “That definitely woke me up,”
“Take care of yourself,” he sighed, relieved.
“Yep, yep! I’ll see you— soon!” You choked out and hung up frantically. You placed both hands against the wall and hit your head against it repeatedly, groaning in shame.
———
You were in the middle of fixing the broken cash register when a familiar blonde-haired woman walked through the door.
“Serval!” Your head shot up as you gave her an excited wave. “Good to see you! What brings you to our shop today?”
She strolled over to the counter, where various pieces of equipment were sprawled out on the surface.
“Mornin’ (Y/N)! Molly and I were just RAVING about how the flowers Gepard got us have livened up the place!” Serval tossed her silky hair over her shoulder. “We were thinking of buying some more, since we could really use some more color in our lives,”
“I'm sure flowers are better than soot,” you giggled. “What did the Ministry of Education say about the experiment you were running?”
“Huh?” Serval looked bewildered.
“The research project? Y’know, the one that exploded??” A shadow of confusion flickered across your face.
“Oh! Yes, that one! They were gracious enough to give me an extension.” She shook her head up and down aggressively, her eyes rattling in her skull.
“I'm glad to hear it!” You wiped your forehead in relief, turning to some pots resting on a cabinet. “So… as for the flowers… I know you have the purple ones, so why not go with yellow? Purple can represent maturity and elegance, and yellow might round it out a bit.” You ran your fingers across the wood.
“Although, if you'd like to keep the place feeling more formal, you could go with these blue ones here,” you quipped. “They match Molly’s hair,”
You lifted up the planter that held said flowers, which were white on the inside, but faded into a dark teal on the edges.
Serval reached out to touch them tentatively, her eyes flicking towards something behind you.
“Hmm… what’s that one over there?” She said inquisitively.
“Oh--!” You spun around to see what she was pointing at. It was a wooden window box, filled to the brim with flowers of every hue.
“That’s one of our clearance boxes! We had a mix up with the seed packets during planting time, so they’re 30% off. Pretty interesting looking, right?” You lifted up the box, your chest heaving with effort.
“Definitely.” She peered over the walls of the box with an approving smile. “I'll take this one,”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“One hundo percent. This one speaks to me,” she mused.
“Fair enough. Whatever pleases the Rock Star of Belobog.” You shook your head and shrugged.
“Oh please, you flatter me,” she chuckled. You pushed the components of the cash register into a neat pile to make way for the flowers.
A ghost of a smile crossed your lips as you recalled how painstakingly long Gepard had spent picking up the flowers for his sister, and just how spontaneously she had chosen hers.
I can’t believe I know people equally as incredible, but as different as night and day, you contemplated.
“So, (Y/N),” Serval piped up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You seem awfully chipper today. Did something good happen?”
Maybe something involving a certain bashful captain? She thought with a sly smile.
The air in the room seemed to turn pink as you swayed happily.
“Well, business has been skyrocketing lately with the weather getting warmer.” You rested your head in the palm of your hand thoughtfully. “More people feel like they have the means to take care of flowers! In fact, there’s been a ton of people coming in today,”
“Awwh, that's wonderful!” She said joyfully. “...anything else?”
Her smile grew wider. Serval could almost sense there was something you weren’t telling her. You gulped.
“Um— well, Gepard and I are heading to the theater today,” you said, a little quieter than the way you had talked previously. “I wanted to thank him for guiding me around the plaza a few days back,”
“What??? Why didn't you lead with that??” She slammed her hands on the desk, flabbergasted. You flinched and shook your head.
“It’s not THAT big of a deal,” you brushed it off sheepishly. “Just a little outing, nothing more to it,”
Serval’s bottom lip quivered with something between joy and rage.
“It is too!” she argued. “My brother lives and breathes his work. I can't believe someone is finally helping him loosen up a bit,” She sniffled dramatically. “I think I'm getting teary-eyed!”
You handed her the hefty window box with a smirk. “If you say so. Well then, it was great seeing you! Take good care of them,”
“Of course! Have fun on your date!!!” Serval sang, pushing the door open.
“Wait—,”
She gave you a salute with her free hand and slipped through the crack in the door before it shut.
Well, that was weird, to say the least,
———
“... and seventy-five grams high nutrient fertilizer,” Gepard murmured, reading off the slip of paper you had given him. He scooped some fine powder from the burlap sack, lowering himself to eye-level with the plant with the meticulousness of a scientist.
His blue eyes were fixed on the measuring spoon, tilting it onto the plant when his sister barged in. She was carrying a box of flowers, almost slamming the door into the wall with how much foece she put in. Gepard flinched so hard he flung the spoon into the air and it hit the ceiling with a “thud”.
“Geppie!!!” Serval shouted affectionately as the spoon landed on the hardwood. “A little birdie told me that you have a date at the theater today!!”
She sauntered in and set down the flower box on his desk. He looked on sadly as bits of soil fell onto his paperwork.
“A d-date? Where’d you get that from? And how did you even get in here!? I thought the Landau—,” he stumbled over his own words and she cut him off, too elated to notice how she was trampling his attempts to speak.
“I stopped by the flower shop this morning. You never mentioned anything of the sort!” She swayed excitedly.
“That’s because I found out today,” Gepard grumbled. “They merely had an extra ticket.” He bent down to gather some of the fertilizer into a pile on the floor.
Unless… they said it was a date..? He felt hope rising in his chest but he quickly squashed it. Hope? No, he wasn’t hoping. Of course not.
Serval smirked, stepping closer to him.
“Don't think I don't notice how utterly smitten you are.” She looked at her nails with a frivolous expression. “You know, how your face gets all rosy, your voice gets higher, and you listen extra hard when they speak?”
Gepard’s lips pulled back into a thin line. He glanced at the bamboo plant one last time before spinning around and dropping onto the bed, the mattress straining with the sudden weight.
The Captain rested his head in his hands, heaving a sigh as his blue eyes stared onto the floor.
“Is it… that obvious?” He said quietly.
Serval widened her eyes in surprise. Usually her brother stood his ground and brushed her off. She took a break from her teasing to plop down on the feather bed next to him.
“Maybe just to me,” she answered. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
“After all, I've known you long enough that I've never seen you care about anything this much. Your sister gets a little worried sometimes! You practically live and breathe your work.” Serval leaned slightly off the bed to get a closer look at his face, analyzing his features.
“And, as much as I love to tease you about it, I’m really happy my cute little brother has found someone he wants to offer his heart to,”
She rifled a hand through his hair teasingly, sending golden strands everywhere. Gepard’s hands shot up defensively with a grunt. They sat in silence for a bit, until she spoke up again.
“Also, I’ve noticed you've gotten pretty good at taking care of plants now too! Look at you, my little gardener!” Said Serval. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair now. I doubt the Landau Residence really wants me around anyways.” She shrugged, picking up her box. She kicked the door open unceremoniously and skipped out into the hallway, leaving a plethora of confused faces in her wake.
Gepard sighed. She hadn’t let him get a single word in edgewise. It was the trademark Landau stubbornness, after all.
———
Vaska’s stream of praises for the cafe you had chosen today were endless. She had the expression of someone who had just won the lottery as she bit into a cinnamon strudel.
“Mmm, thish ish sooo delicious...” She licked the sugary dust off her fingers in satisfaction, wiping her lips and picking up another one. “How’d you find this place?”
“A friend introduced me,” you replied as you sipped your raspberry mint tea. “I'm surprised you didn't know about it, actually,”
“Well, I'm trying to avoid spending money because I’m saving for the upcoming sequel of my favorite book!” She giggled. The air seemed to be filled with sparkles all of a sudden.
“Is it to Tale of the Winterlands?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“Bingo!”
“Aren't you afraid of it being confiscated?”
“Not anymore,” Vaska crossed her arms with a smile. “It’s pending approval. Anyways, I didn't know you had friends outside of the flower shop. I'm glad you're finally branching out!”
She rested her index finger on her cheek before continuing. “Although… Meg is gonna have your head if you keep coming back late after deliveries,”
“Gah, I know, I know. I just get so caught up talking to one of the clients. The friend I was just talking about,”
“Hmph. I'm just trying to keep you out of the fire, you know. On the other hand, she sounds delightful! What’s she like?”
“Um,” you paused. “He’s a guard,”
“A guard?” Her eyes glittered as she leaned across the table. “No way. An Underworlder and a guard, huh? What an interesting pair!”
You chuckled. “I guess you're right. He can be a little awkward sometimes, but he's very genuine and diligent!”
“As all good guards are, of course,” she nodded. A surprised expression flickered across your face.
“Vaska… Is there something you want to tell me?” You jested. “I didn't know you had a type. Besides the musician, of course,”
You've never seen someone’s expression go deadpan so quickly.
“No. Nope. You've got it all wrong!!” She crossed her forearms in an “X”.
“The idea of romance isn't half bad, but being in it sounds way too hard. If anything, my type would be more like Anna, from—,”
“Tale of the Winterlands,” you interjected again. She hummed in approval.
“That’s understandable,” you said. “You’re both very independent,”
“Aww, you think so?” A rosy blush spread across your co-worker’s face. “It's so nice to have a friend like you,”
She fiddled with the straw in her drink. “Anyways… what's the name of your guard friend?” You took a sip of your own before replying.
“Gepard,”
Vaska’s jaw dropped through the floor.
“WHAT?!?” She stood up and slammed her hands onto the table. You recoiled in shock, her exclamation almost blowing your beret off. Heads turned towards your table as you panicked.
“Shh! Vaska, keep it down!” You hissed, placing your hands on her forearms in an attempt to soothe her. She sat back down and began to chew on her fingernails.
“Gepard… Gepard Landau??”
“Uh-huh,”
“Blonde hair, blue eyes, built like a tank?”
“Yeah, what about him? He’s not like a serial killer or something, right??”
Your mind flashed back to the times he directed you to the inside of the sidewalk or smiled tenderly at the flowers in the shop when he thought no one was looking.
No way—,
“No, goodness gracious no. Of course not! Gepard is the furthest thing from a serial killer you could get.” She shook her head vigorously, her beret flying off and drifting to the floor. She leaned down from her chair to grab it, her face still red from shouting.
“Then WHY is this such a big deal??” You inquired with an exasperated look on your face.
“It’s because HE'S THE CAPTAIN OF THE SILVERMANE GUARDS,” she spat out in a single breath. She let out a wheeze as she dropped her head onto the table.
It was your turn for your jaw to drop.
“Th--, Th-the Captain?!? Oh Aeons…” you stammered, biting on a mint leaf. You winced as the icy juices spread across your tongue.
“Didn't you notice no other ‘guard’ in the area looked like him?”
“I mean, yes. But I thought the guards OUTSIDE the city wore stuff like that too,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.
“Oh by the PRESERVATION.” She ran a palm across her face.
“And— and I did notice people gave us some weird looks when we danced in the square—,”
“You DANCED WITH HIM???”
Vaska was about to rip her hair out. You buried your face in your arms and nodded.
“...Vaska, does this mean I have to stop hanging out with him?” You said quietly.
She grabbed you by the cheeks and pulled you close.
“NO. Of course not. It’s just that.. I’d hate for you to be involved in some high class squabble or something,” she snorted. “You know how easily agitated the nobles are,”
“Er—, Not really?”
“Well, they are! Who knows, you probably already have a bunch of jealous suitors!”
You held your palms out to placate her. “I mean, Gepard is great and all, but it’s really not like that. He values his work more than anything,”
“You can't ever be too safe.” She gave you a warning glance. “If rumors get spread, and you lose your job, who would I look forward to talking to every day??”
“I’d still come and visit!” You protested. “And I hardly believe Meg would kick me out because of a bunch of silly rumors,” you said flatly.
“That is NOT the issue,” she groaned. You reached out and clasped her hands.
“Don't worry, Vaska. I'm gonna be careful, okay?”
“I trust you, but just know I will be terrified. Forever. ‘Til the end of days,” she bemoaned.
“I get where you’re coming from,” you reassured her. “Just remember, this is my decision. I’d never take on anything I couldn’t handle!”
She pouted, stretching her arm across the cafe table and snagging your tea. She took a sip and handed it back to you.
“Ugh. Too much milk,” she scowled before quickly returning to her normal self. “Now, Tell me what being friends with the Captain of the Silvermane Guards is like…”
You laughed gently.
“Of course. I'd be happy to,”
———
Later, after you had left the cafe, you opened up your phone and sent a text to Serval.
To: Serval
You: Serval, why did no one bother telling me that your brother is the captain of the Silvermane Guards???
Serval: …belobog’s last bastion of hope?
You: Do NOT avoid the question
Serval: ahahaha
Serval: sorry, sorry
Serval: I thought you knew
You: I did not.
Serval: oops
Serval: don’t worry, it’s not like he's any less dorky when he's commanding platoons or anything
You: SERVAL
Read at 13:22 pm ✅
Seriously???
You just about threw your phone across the street.
———
The wind was a little stronger than usual the day you met Gepard for your theater “date”. You had to bring along a pack of tissues to keep from sniffling the entire walk there. It almost felt like little ice crystals were lodging in your throat as you breathed.
The Captain was leaning up against a wall outside of the building. He was wearing less armor than usual, this time only dressed in a white military tunic with a black jacket underneath. His usual gauntlet was missing and had been replaced with black leather gloves, and a few blue and gold metals dotted his chest.
Wow. That is a LOT of medals, you whispered internally. You felt a little weird in your traditional Belobogian attire. You suspected people would just assume he was escorting some poor pedestrian.
Even without the uniform you were so used to seeing, he was no less noticeable.
Or dashing, you thought, glancing off to the side. Then you remembered the conversation you had with Serval earlier. You felt something tug at your heart.
I’m sure he has his reasons, you shook your head to clear the doubt.
“There’s quite a sizable crowd today. Is it always like this?” You spoke up, trotting beside him towards the entrance stairs.
The building was grand, it stood out like a gem amidst gravel alongside the other buildings. It had columns made of intricately carved stone, and brilliantly dyed banners hung from every surface possible.
“Ah, yes. The Golden Theater is a magnet for people seeking a way to spend their leisure.” Gepard adjusted the collar of his jacket. “Take care not to get trampled,”
“I’ll try,” you said haphazardly. You pulled out the delicate silver tickets from your pocket and held them up into the sunlight, examining them energetically.
His eyes rolled down to where your small form stood shivering in the cold, but still trying your best to keep the tremor out of your voice. A part of him wanted to reach down and pull you closer. He looked forward again to prevent himself from thinking too hard about it.
Gepard noticed that your eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual, especially on the medals. He felt a twinge of nervousness somewhere deep in his chest.
I'm sure it's nothing, he sighed inwardly.
You arrived at the mahogany doors to the theater, held open by rather formal-looking workers, and went in. You squinted in surprise at just how bright it was due to gaudy crystal chandeliers reflecting light across the walls. It smelled like velvet and old books, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just unfamiliar.
“You seem very excited,” he said, gazing down at you. You nodded.
“Excited?? I’m thrilled! Yet another thing I can cross off the bucket list!” You said confidently, pressing your fist to your chest. “I'm sure you've seen these events a thousand times, right? It must be pretty weird seeing me get excited about these types of things.” You pulled at the fabric of your clothing to distract yourself.
“This is the first time you’ve been able to take advantage of the activities offered on the Surface. It would be unreasonable of me to expect you not to be thrilled,” Gepard said, surprised. “And I haven’t, for the record. Serval was never one to enjoy formal events.” He shrugged.
He gazed back at you as you stared at the paintings decorating the hallway. A lot of them were snowy and unforgiving landscapes, illustrating the devastation the Eternal Freeze had caused.
“I guess you wouldnt’ve had too much time for it, either. Captain’s duties, right?” You chirped.
Gepard froze.
It was something about the way you said it, tinged with just a little too much enthusiasm.
You continued to walk, seemingly unbothered while he frantically searched for something to bring up. You stopped at a display of a metal sculpture and “oohed” at it, then dodged a random passerby as more people began to stream in. It didn’t look like you were mad, at least.
That feeling of nervousness from earlier resurfaced, making him feel like his insides were churning. Gepard was at a loss for words. He had assumed you knew at first, but it became clearer as time went on that you didn’t.
It was unusual for him NOT to mention it, but after your first meeting, he felt like he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to lose that strange feeling of being on equal footing with someone.
You were so genuine and inquisitive, unlike the numerous businessmen and aristocrats of the city. The burden on his shoulders lessened the slightest bit when he talked to you.
It’s not like he minded dedicating his life to his duties, but he didn’t want to let go of the warmth you offered him.
Was he selfish for wanting that?
His eyebrows scrunched up as he mulled over what the right thing to say would be, but he couldn't drum up a solution before an usher gave you both a slip of paper and showed you to your seats. They were more towards the back of the chamber, next to a door covered in black fabric to minimize the amount of light getting in. You two sat down on the velvet cushions in silence, while the auditorium around you was bustling with chatter.
You clenched your fists in your lap, beginning to get a little nervous at the silence as well. Gepard was a man of few words, but it was far too quiet for your liking.
Was that the wrong thing to say? Your thoughts fired at a mile a minute. Maybe he thinks I’m snooping around… Does he think I only want to get closer to him because of his position??
I guess people of our standing wouldn’t normally hang out anyways. Vaska had a point. I do feel kind of weird now that I know,
I’m not afraid of the nobles, you realized. I’m afraid I’m going to bring him down,
Scenarios started flashing into your head, making you squeeze your eyes shut as you tried to expel them from your brain. As the curtains rose and the lights dimmed, you tried to focus your mind on the story instead.
A show this grand had never graced the likes of the Underworld, you realized as it started. The play you had bought tickets to on a whim was called a “musical”, you believed they called it.
I don't see why they need to sing to tell a story, you thought skeptically. The lead singer was gorgeous, though. Her name was Tamila, if you remembered correctly. You took a look at the pamphlet that the usher gave you, when blinding light filled your vision.
Blinking like a warp trotter in the headlights of a streetcar, you realized one of the spotlights had turned your way, onto the door, to be exact.
You saw the fabric swish open as a woman in a gilded mask whisked out, belting out a new musical number and leaping down the aisle. Several more dancers followed behind her, swooping their arms in synchrony.
You had to admit, it was a cool idea, although you could use a little less light in your face. You figured it had to do with the fact you had only experienced the serene light of the geomarrow column most of your life, not whatever the heck this was.
Even with the ridiculous amount of light in your eyes, you came to realize with a start that most of it wasn’t even hitting you. Gepard had it way worse, he was actually catching the majority of the spotlight. You could see how his blue eyes were squinting as he tried his best to focus on the scene. It was kind of cute, actually.
Huh, so it’s just like in real life too, you thought, amused. You made up your mind at that very moment.
If Gepard was the sun, it was only natural others would live in his shadow. It didn’t matter if he was the captain or not, as long as you still wanted to spend time together, everything was fine as it was.
Besides, if anyone ever gave you flack, you could just get out your old mining pickaxe.
You turned your eyes back to the play, the troupe of people that had entered from the door had finally joined the main group onstage. The dance grew into a passionate frenzy, and then finished with the masked woman sweeping Tamila into the air, then catching her as the cast cheered.
Clapping joyfully, you watched the actors bow while the audience showered them in bouquets.
Wow. No wonder there were so many people coming in today, you realized. You wilted a bit as one of the actors stepped on a Rainbow and turned it to mush.
Gepard couldn’t help but smile at your appreciation for the show as you left the theater, stopping outside the building to avoid the worst of the crowd.
The wind was even stronger than before. You tucked your face into the collar of your shirt miserably while shuffling behind Gepard in hopes he could block the wind for you.
“Th-thank you for coming with me G-Gepard,” you shivered. “I know h-how you must have a limited amount of free time,”
“Of course,” he replied. “With the Fragmentum letting up, I’ve been able to be out and about more often,”
The Captain noticed you shying behind him, so he stepped a little closer. You probably weren’t quite used to the cold yet. You thanked him silently.
“In fact,” he continued. “I’ve taken it upon myself to be a volunteer tour guide at the museum as of late,”
“The History and uh… whatever one?” You sniffled.
“History and Culture, yes.” He nodded wisely. He brushed a couple stray hairs out of his face but the wind immediately blew them back.
“Gepard, that’s incredible. You work as hard as ten men!” You giggled. He snorted gently.
“I should stop by sometime. Do you know when the hours are?”
“I’m afraid I don't,” Gepard said, placing a hand on his chin deliberately. “But there should be a sign outside the entrance,”
“If you want, we can stop by before we part ways,” he offered. The Captain pointed over to a faraway building as you walked down the stairs, the crowd having finally eased up.
“Only if you want to. I don't want to drag you by the ear or anything,” you grinned but immediately regretted it as your teeth chattered.
He shook his head. “I'd never offer to do anything I didn’t want to do,”
You gave him a skeptical look.
“You offered to clean Serval’s workshop…”
———
You could hardly stop yourself from breaking into a run as you neared the museum entrance. A fountain with a large Geomarrow heater sat outside the building and you almost forgot what you were there for as you watched it, mesmerized. A museum employee was standing in front of a corkboard, which you took a quick picture of. Then you turned back to the fountain.
“Whoa, running water,” you murmured, awestruck. You turned to Gepard, who was standing a few meters away, and called,
“Hey! Gepard! How much trouble would I be in if I drank some??”
“The plumbing system in this city goes back 700 years. I wouldn’t recommend it,” he responded flatly, folding his arms.
You turned back to the fountain, humbled. You didn’t need any more iron in your system than you already had.
Resting your arms on the rim of the base, a glint of bronze flickered in the corner of your vision. A small coin landed in the water with a plop.
You turned to see where it came from, promptly spotting Gepard walking up to you. He tapped you on the shoulder and placed a coin in the palm of your hand. He made a flicking motion with his thumb, which you mimicked, closing your eyes. The coin flipped into the air and landed in the top level of the fountain.
“Nice job,” Gepard commented. You pumped a fist into the air.
“So… what did you wish for?” You inquired. He sighed.
“I don’t think I’m liable to tell you that,” said the Captain with a serious glance at you. Too serious. You prodded him with your index finger.
Giving up, you looked back at the water but suddenly something large and made of metal crashed into you from behind.
You toppled in headfirst, inadvertently inhaling a huge gulp of water. You sputtered as you panicked and tried to figure out which way was up, when you felt arms wrap around your legs and back, lifting you out of the basin.
Clinging to the chest of your rescuer, you coughed harshly, the cold air scraping your lungs while water dripped out your mouth. You were lowered gently onto the ground, recognizing the medals on Gepard’s coat as he stood up and leaned over you.
“(Y/N), are you alright?”
Is this the face of God? You wondered, dazed as you stared into his blue eyes. He shouted something you were definitely not paying attention to.
“(Y/N)—,”
You sat up, almost knocking him in the head. Your eyes traveled towards two guilty looking kids, standing behind a cart wearing museum worker IDs.
“That was quite the fall. Did you hit anything?”
“I don’t think so.” You winced, struggling to your feet. The museum aide hurried over.
“I am so, so, so sorry. We had a new display coming in and I should have told them to be more careful—,” You blinked at her as she clutched at her head in worry.
“Hey, it’s all right, really. I was like that when I got my first job,” you reassured her. You placed your hands on your hips and faced them.
“Although, if you two aren’t careful from now on, the Supreme Guardian might eat you for lunch, got it?” You said, amused.
They both bowed and hurried off with the cart. A sculpture labeled “The Galactic Baseballer” peeked out from the side of it.
Interesting name, you thought.
“You handled that well,” Gepard said, bringing you back to reality.
“Did I?” You tilted your head at him, lifting your sleeves to let the water drip off them. “Aeons above, I really took it upon myself to absorb every possible drop of water possible,”
You crossed your arms over your soaked chest, feeling a chill beginning to seep into your bones.
Gepard’s shoulders tensed up. He swiveled his head around, scanning the city, while resting his hands on your forearms. You were left with no time to think before he swept you off your feet and hoisted you onto his shoulder.
You were frazzled beyond belief.
“Wait— wait, wait. Gepard what are you—,” Your eyes whisk across the pavement, surveying for any nosy onlookers.
The Captain carried you to one of the many metal benches dotting the city with a geomarrow heater next to it. He set you down, before taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you gently.
‘Mind the wet sleeves, I’ll be right back,” he said before starting off towards some unknown destination. You basked in the newfound heat given off by the appliance, holding out your hands to gather as much of it as you could.
I feel like an abandoned pet, your inner voice said. You exhaled, your breath leaving a trail in the air. Thank Qlipoth for these heaters,
Gepard’s coat was surprisingly comfortable. It was obviously made of durable materials meant to trap in heat. You pulled it closer around your shivering form, nuzzling into the collar contentedly.
A couple minutes later, when you felt yourself beginning to drift off, you heard the familiar clanking of boots again. You opened your eyes, and lo and behold, it was Gepard!
“My apologies for taking so long. I grabbed you something to wear while your clothes dry.” He held out the item of clothing at arm's length for you to see better.
You inhaled sharply as you realized it was the same piece of clothing you had been staring at so intently the day you toured the city together. It looked like it was exactly your size, too.
He remembered?
You felt your heart start to race as he handed it to you. You took it gratefully, taking a moment to stare at the piece. Burying your face in it, you felt tears begin to prick at your eyes.
It shouldn’t be possible for someone to be this kind,
It was honestly overwhelming.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said, your voice muffled. “I’m warming up just fine.” You finally raised your head, blinking the tears away, and rubbed your shoes together to get some of the feeling back into your feet.
“Let’s get you home,” he stated. “The windchill on the surface is nothing to joke about,”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied. You got up, still wearing Gepard’s coat, and hung onto his arm for good measure while you walked. You did mourn the loss of the heater, but this time, your teeth didn’t chatter.
“I’m sorry for having to borrow your coat, even though it’s cold out,” you murmured. “You really are the perfect person to protect the city, you know that?” You smiled up at him gently. Gepard’s nerves buzzed with electricity.
“It’s nothing extraordinary,” he sighed. “I merely take protecting the things I care about seriously. That’s what being a guard is about,”
He tried not to pay attention to how tenaciously you were gripping onto his sleeve.
“Well, I think you’re extraordinary.” You stuck your tongue out at him.
As cheesy as that is,
You handed Gepard his coat as you returned to your quaint little flower shop. How badly he wanted to tell you that you could borrow it, and return it to him later so he could see you again. He smiled to himself as you went back inside.
This would do for now.
———
“Great heavens, (Y/N). Did you fall into the ocean or something?” Vaska exclaimed as you dragged yourself upstairs.
“No,” you grumbled, the tips of your coat still dripping. “We all know oceans are a myth,”
“Looking at you, I'd believe they were real,” she fired back as you retreated into your room. You hurriedly shed your wet coat and shoes, putting on the garment Gepard had bought you.
You turned to look at it from every angle in the full-length mirror before deciding to collapse onto your bed. You combed your fingers through your hair, picking up your floral-patterned pillow and squeezing it tightly.
Am I— am I in some kind of rom-com?? You groaned inwardly. Your face was flushed with something along the likes of happiness, embarrassment, or both.
Gepard had been nothing but kind during the time you spent together. After years of being a mere vagrant, you almost felt… special when he looked at you.
His blue eyes were so thoughtful and considerate and—,
No!!! I’ve got to keep it together!
Rolling over, you pressed the pillow into your face and let a guttural shriek loose from your lungs. You chucked it across the room, your hair now a mess.
Meg’s voice rang from downstairs. “KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE!!”
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ok hypothetically if the nijiboys were camboys instead of gamers and stuff. .... i feel so big brained for this and now time to brainrot about it for like a day
AND HAPPY BDAY !! 🌃 blessing
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(im so slow with answering these asks. crucify me..)
you’ve implanted vox akuma camboy in my head. now you must pay the price and listen to my (incredibly short) rambles.
if you’d like to hear me thoughts about a different boy, let me know.
TW: toxic/manipulative (?), handjobs, masturbation, voice fetish, etc.
its strange, because personally, i don’t see vox being too submissive TBH. a more dominant camboy stream would fit him perfectly. if you’ve read BJ alex, jiwons streams are exactly what i have in mind for him.
touching his cock while having a shit eating grin on his face, chuckling at how desperate his chat gets. “aw, do you want me to take off my pants? you know what to do.” the offer is so tempting, it’s not long before the donations start pouring in. who could deny the demon when he’s so alluring?
he would purposefully bank on that parasocial aspect, IMO. it’s very ooc, so forgive me there, but hear me out. being vox’s special little viewer, having him call your name often when he does his streams. “another big tip, y/n? you’re spoiling me here. this loads for you, alright boy?” he can’t see you, but he gets off on the attention you and everyone else give him. spur the demon on too far, and he’ll even play with his own hole on stream.
oh, and he would definitely post those guided masturbation/nsfw audios online. ASMR cds where he calls you a slut — the whole works. not exactly camboy territory here, but you get the idea. he loves the power trip he feels knowing so many people depend on him to get themselves off, becoming addicted to his voice and body. half of that is just how he presents himself, and the other from the fact that he’s a literal demon. vox begins to wonder if he’s some sort of succubus.
now, a fic where you donate enough money to get a private session with vox sounds incredibly fun to write... but this is all i have for now. unless someone wants to hear more? ;)
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Because, actually, the way you draw Kinger is so cute
I was expecting sus Kinger art on here, but it's actually weirdly wholesome. That combined with your really- how do I describe it?
You have a soft art style, is the best way to put it.
Wholesome Kinger + Really cute, really soft art style? Yes please. I'm gonna eat that baby right up.
I think you're actually turning me into a Kinger simp. But I don't have romantic interest in him. I don't love him or romanticize him or have a crush on him. It's like a platonic crush. Does that make sense???
Rose, you 🫵
You've turned me into a platonic Kinger simp
You hear me, Rose?
You did this to me. You 🫵
(Not that I'm mad or anything, lmao)
HEHEHEHE
That does make sense!
I can be sus about characters I love, but I also have this thing where I hate when they are ooc?? It makes me very picky with fanfiction and fanart and how they are perceived.
I see how a lot of character simps talk about the person and if it’s out of character it irks me so bad.
All the Kinger x readers on ao3 I dislike, I don’t like them at allll I’m so so picky
Kinger is not a rizz god, he’s not going to be super flirty, and he’s also not super possessive in anyway, like obsessive. He would not go above and beyond romantically or know what he’s doing half the time.
He’s jittery, he stumbles on his words, he’s unpredictable and if you held his hand he’d probably explode.
He’d probably break down in front of you if you ever did reach a point with him where you had a sort of situation ship, I’m not sure how he would handle that because we have yet to know!! A lot about canon Queenie!
I like characters for a reason, so when I see them depicted in a way that doesn’t correlate to their personality at all it’s hhhh so bothersome to me. If you like the character, why do you change them so! I thought you liked them for who they are!
Idk this is such a strange ramble sorry anon hhsjsksj- i can be sus ab Kinger but majority of the time it’s all in fun jokes and I like to portray him how he is, hence him being just a kooky old man on my page
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