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kaeyas-beloved · 1 year

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It’s The Way He… || #2

Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Dainsleif, Heizou, Itto, Kaveh, Xiao, Wanderer

Summary: Just cute/heartwarming/breath-taking things he does <3

Genre: Fluff + Snippets

CWs: gn!reader (you/your), injuries (Cyno), petnames (my love; Kaveh),

a/n: did a pt. 2 because the last one got lots of love and I though they were really cute so I wanted to do some others <3

|| Pt. 1 ||

Alhaitham

It’s the way Alhaitham props his chin on you - your head, shoulder, just whatever is easiest at that moment - as you read. His eyes, a beautiful mix of green and orange, will skim the page you're on. It's no quantum physics or retelling of historic events, but if you like it then he'll give it a chance. Just, don't be too upset when he asks you to read faster, he wants to know what happens next is all.

"Are you almost done? I've finished the page. What? What's that look for?"

Cyno

It’s the way Cyno is so serious as he dresses your wounds, a stark contrast to the genlteness of his touch. It doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut, a rash, burn or a gash from battle, it’ll receive the same level of attention and care from the general. If he had it his way he’d get Tighnari to fix you right up, because at least Cyno knows you’re in good hands, but that can’t always happen, so he’s your next best. In a way that’s alright, at least this way he can personally see to it that you’re looked after.

“This will sting a little, sorry, but it has to be cleaned. I’ll try to lessen the pain as much as I can and finish quickly. If you’d like, I can tell you some jokes to take your mind off of it?”

Dainsleif

It’s the way Dainsleif never forgets the little details about yourself. You could mention it once and he’s already committed it to memory, he's committed you to his memory. For 500 years he's walked alone, maybe not always physically, but it still felt like there hasn't been anyone with him. You are the first connection he's had in so long, and even if he's doomed to live long past you, the image of everything that creates you, he’ll will himself to remember for as long as he can, because just the thought of you makes him feel like he's alive once more.

“You told me once that the stars brought you peace. I thought it’d be nice to look out at them tonight, for they too do the same for me. However, if I was to be truthful, you, without a shadow of a doubt, bring me the most peace.”

Heizou

It’s the way Heizou leaves a riddle on the kitchen counter for you every so often before he leaves for work or errands. There’ll be clues scattered around the house for you to find as well, each one becoming more cryptic than the last. Of course, he knows you well enough to not make them so tough you can’t figure it out. He wants you to receive your prize after all~

“Did you figure out today’s riddle?” … “Heh, that’s correct, I knew you’d get it! Now, come and claim your reward. I think you’ll really enjoy it this time~”

Itto

It’s the way Itto runs up to you the instant he sees you in the streets of Inazuma, arms ready to grab hold and lift you as high as he can or as high as you allow. He'll even do a little spin with you he's that happy to see you. It doesn't matter if you’re alone or with someone, he is a loud and proud oni who shows off the person that owns his heart!!

"There you are my partner-in-crime, my beetle battle buddy, my number one! Say, if you're not busy how about you tag along with me? I just found this awesome raman place that's pretty cool if I do say so myself. How about we check it out?"

Kaveh

It’s the way Kaveh readily helps you with your outfit and any bells and whistles that go with it. As a renowned architect there are times where he’s invited to formal events, and you are his first go to for a plus one. And where there’s formal events there’s formal attire, and the hassle of making sure everything is perfect. Be it a tie or some piece of jewelry, Kaveh and his keen eye for detail are there to help attain that perfection.

“Ah, here, let me help. Sometimes, it takes another pair of eyes to catch if something’s off. Of course, you look stunning regardless my love. There, shall we head off?”

Wanderer

It’s the way Wanderer stumbles to match your pace. For as long as he's lived he's moved at his own pace, never once slowing or playing catch-up for others. For you though, he'll stop to admire the things he's overlooked due to his immortality, he'll race to make sure you don't run too far from him that he can't raech you. No longer does he run away from those he loves, now he runs alongside them.

"What? You stopped for a flower? It's pretty? Please, I can think of many more things that are prettier than some flower, but I suppose we have some time. Who am I to stop you from doing what your little heart desires."

Xiao

It’s the way Xiao carries with him the little gifts you give. May it be a flower, a picture, a letter or another object of some kind, the yaksha will have it tucked into the safest pocket he has. To you it may have just been something you picked up or made while thinking of him, but for Xiao, it’s his good fortune charm. Something that has a tangible weight to it, his constant reminder that someone is waiting for him back home. However, he can never bring himself to tell you this, covering up the why he brings it everywhere with some barely strung together excuses or redirections.

“Of course I’d take it with me, why would I not? Huh? You think I’d have no real use for it? Tsk, you still don’t know the ways of the adepti, do you?”

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cambrinkownsme · 25 days

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*•♡never be like you pt 2 ♡¸.•*'

nika muhl x cheerleader!reader

"I am an architect, I'm drawing out the plan. its like 17, nobody understands "

word count - 2.6k

themes :

-slow burn

-comfort

warnings :

-toxic rls

-mentions to wet dreams

-cursing

a/n - I'm posting this today because one its my birthday and two I didn't want to starve you guys for longer than three days...

the amount of stress I had walking home was unremarkable. I had been staying at farah's dorm for a couple days. she already had a bed ready and made for me to sleep in once I texted her that I didn't want to be around Asher. I always kept a good amount of clothing there too so that I wouldn't have to take a trip to my apartment and deal with the millions of interrogations I would get from my boyfriend about where I was. the thought of seeing Farah completely cleared my brain and kept me calm until I walked off campus and began walking home. the door was locked. he never locked the door. I tore up my backpack looking for my keys but still couldn't find them. I kept on knocking on the door while searching for my keys before the door finally opened. there Asher was with his hair messed up. I took a moment to actually look up and look at his skin. his lips looked puffy, and had a red tint. more red than usual. his eyes were almost bloodshot.

"where were you huh? out with another guy?" he said while leaning on the door frame, already flexing his fists. I bit at the inside of my cheek, not being able to form words. its not like I was out with anyone other than Farah but I knew that no matter what I said, he wouldn't believe me. I held my breath and looked down at the floor while fidgeting with my rings. his hand rose up to my chin, grabbing onto hit and forcing me to look in his eyes. "fucking answer me." a couple tears started to well up in my eyes. I slowly swallowed the huge lump in my throat and croaked out the truth. "I was with Farah. no one else." his grip tightened around my skin before his other hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me into the apartment. he snatched my bags out of my hands and tossed them in my room. the door slammed behind us before he took me into his room. "don't lie to me y/n. I know you are" his eyes were sinking into my soul every second that passed while our eyes were locked. I finally almost felt his grip loosen and the moment I thought it did, I attempted to rip my hand out of his grasp but he held onto me tighter. "asher can you please let go of me." I said, squirming my wrist back and forth as it turned red. this was the last thing I need right now.

right before I thought he would continue to pull at my wrist, he let go. tossing my wrist back at my side. a long relieved sigh was let out while I turned around to hide the couple of tears fell down my cheek. I sniffed in the small string of snot that was slowly falling from my nose and kept my face hidden.

"come here." Asher cooed while resting his hand on my waist. the light in his room was dimmed. the curtain were still open but barely let any light in since it was starting to get dark. before I spun around to look back at him, I reviewed how the room looked. it was mainly clean except for a couple pieces of clothing on the floor next to his bed. his bed had ruffled sheets and a comforter that was hanging off the side of the bed. I raised my eyes up to see that the closet door was almost closed and when I looked hard enough, I saw the white sclera of a girls eyes. my stomach dropped while she shut the closet door fully. Asher was only trying to turn me around so that I wouldn't see the naked girl hiding from me. as fun as it would be to call him out and slap both of the people across the face, I pretended that everything was fine. I let one more tear fall down my face while I turned to face asher's blue eyes. the man I was looking at right now was the one that always wondered if I was out getting fucked by another man. the man that couldn't keep away from me when he thought another mans hands was on me. the boy that told me if I was with anyone else, he'd kill me. when the entire time. it was another girl I should've been worrying about.

ashers knuckle dragged across my under eye, wiping the few tears off of my skin. he wiped the tear of his skin tight compressed shirt and then wrapped his arms around my waist, pretending to comfort me and care about me. I could tell that he was staring at the closet, hoping this girl wouldn't come out. yet he still acted like his eyes were facing my back, with his head down. he held me there in his arms before leading me onto his bed, stroking my hair. if he was going to cheat on me then I would just accidentally think it was Nika twirling my hair in her fingers. Nika who was rubbing my back. Nika. muhl, who was letting me fall asleep on her chest. I fell asleep with my makeup ruined like always but at least I didn't thing it was Asher who my dried mascara was falling on.

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the first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone. I ignored the fact that Asher was probably driving this random girl home while I laid on the bed she enjoyed my boyfriend on. when I opened my phone, I saw an Instagram notification.

nika.muhl started followed you

nika.muhl liked your post

damn. I mean at least it wasn't all of my posts.

i I actually unlocked my phone and texted Farah what happened last night. she called me within a second and all I could do was cry.

"hold on I'm coming to pick you up. grab asher's wallet."

farah took no time to drive over to my apartment and pick me up. she knocked on the door gently before stepping in once realizing that it was unlocked. I was still laying in asher's bed, tears soaked up my pillow case. I was wrapping myself around the blankets that was covering his body last night to try and find a sense of comfort. Farah been standing in the door way for a good amount of time before peeling me off of the mattress and standing me up in front of her. I refused to make eye contact until she raised my chin up with her finger. "listen to me. you are going to get through this. he's a cunt and I know you don't want to be with him. don't pretend like you do." she said sternly while wiping the few tears that fell down my skin. "cmon. lets go get coffee or something?" Farah wrapped her hand around my own, leading me out of the room.

for the first time in forever, I didn't even take the time to brush my hair or put on mascara or even change clothes. I just walked out the door, looking like I got hit by a bus, while being dragged to a coffee shops down the street by my best friend. she sat the two for us down at a table right next to the window. I felt a little breeze of cold air run through my hair each time the door next to us opened and closed. it was that hour that people would be coming inside for something to eat before classes. I swirled the stirring stick in my coffee,barely being able to take a sip.

obviously it hurt for Asher to manipulate me and act like I'm in the wrong. but its always been like that. it was always expected of him and I just got used to it. what I never thought he'd do is cheat on. especially when its all he thinks of me when I'm gone for more than 5 minutes "a cheater." the moment I locked eyes with that girl, all my emotions faded away and I was so lost I could even figure out who it was. but now that I'm thinking about it and remembering the moment. she had dark eyes. a taller yet thinner figure than my own. even with her hair disheveled across her head, I could see that it was darker, longer. I nearly spit out my coffee at the realization. he was sleeping with my second closest friend in the entire world. if Farah wasn't there to hold me (which she usually was) it was Natalie who would pull me in and kiss my forehead as if I'm a kid who scraped her knee. he was fucking Natalie Barlowe.

just a I was about to stand up and march to Natalie's house, Farah placed her hand on my shoulder mid setting down our breakfast. "woah woah what happened?" she gently pressed my shoulder down so that I would be seated.

"i-it was Natalie." - I choked out - "in the closet Farah. it was Natalie."

i felt my all my blood warm around my heart, almost squeezing it along with my lungs. I dipped my head down in my arms, pressing my now sweaty forehead on the ceramic table. the cool surface felt nice against all the heat that bubbled up in my head. hot tears fell down my eyes and I swear I could each and everyone of them splashing on the table beneath me. Farah's hand lurked up my back and slowly began rubbing back and forth. my back occasionally hitched up as more silent sobs left my mouth. I've felt this pain before and I never thought I would have to go through it again but here I am. Farah slowly slid into her own seat while trying to raise my head up to look at me. this time I wouldn't budge. not until I felt farah's hand leave my back to lift my body up and wrap her arms around me. still not letting my face into the public, my nose was dug into her shoulder while I continued to sob. once all the tears (for now) were emptied out, I pulled my head away from Farah's shoulder revealing my extremely puffy and red eyes. I quickly wiped a little bit of snot away from my nose and sat back down. I took a small bite out of the sandwich Farah bought for me. at this point I had no choice but to act and feel numb. I didn't smile but I didn't frown.

there was the breeze again. for some reason I felt the need to look at who was walking in the coffee shop now. to my surprise, it was Paige, Nika, and Aaliyah. I'm guessing they were trying their best to spend some time together before Nika and Aaliyah leave. once me and Paige's eyes locked, she sent over a small wave followed by her walking up to me and Farah's table. I looked away as fast as possible, covering my face with my hands, pretending to be asleep as if Paige didn't already see me shoot her a 'hey what's up' look.

farah was beyond confused by the fact that three star athletes from UConn were coming up to the two girls. I kept my head down, trying to dry some of my tears before someone could ask what's wrong with me. that's when I felt a tap on my back. "hey?" God that voice. I slowly lifted my head up and turned to see the 5'11 brunette standing above me. I felt my breath hitch and get stuck in my throat when I tried to speak. I cleared my throat and put my hand on Nika's, which was still resting on my back. I let her hand fall off of my hoodie but she kept a concerned look on her face. she tilted her head, using her eyes to ask me what happened. I had the idea of pulling her to the bathroom and explaining everything but that would awkward for almost everyone around me. Paige and Aaliyah quickly picked up a conversation with Farah, making her turn red out of embarrassment. I almost reached over to grab Nika's hand when she turned around to look at the people in this hop, I thought she was about to leave to buy a drink or something. I don't know why I was so freaked out by that thought. her hair flipped right back around when my finger grazed her hip after her hand. the way her eyes darted to mine sent a shock through my body and I swear the shop went silent.

as much as Asher hurt me, staring into Nika's eyes made me forget everything about. when I was with Nika it was like "who's asher?"

nika gave me a reassuring pat on the top of my hand, almost like she was letting me know she wasn't going anywhere no matter what. I looked behind me to see Farah sending me a 'save me' look but before I could barge in on whatever Paige was talking about, I blurted it out. "hey Nika do you want to go to a concert with me and Farah?" I have no idea why the fuck I did that but the good thing is I did.

"what?"

"what?" Nika and Farah said in unison. Nika's face almost lit up while Farah's slightly dropped. not with anger though, thank God. Nika's eyebrows furrowed towards her eyeballs while she scratched the back of her neck. "I mean-" she looked up at me then at Paige and then at aaliyah. they all gave her reassuring looks, telling her that she should go. "fuck it I guess. what day?" Nika pulled out her phone and opened the calendar app, getting ready to put down the date. Farah spoke before I could, "April 18th!" Nika quickly typed down the date and then shoved her phone back in her pocket. obviously I was fucking thrilled that Nika was coming with but how has she said yes when she doesn't even know who shes seeing? whatever. the only thing that mattered right now was the fact that one; I wouldn't have to deal with Asher at Olivia Rodrigo's concert and two; nika would be right next to me.

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me, Farah, Paige, Aaliyah, and Nika decided to just hang out together while we ate breakfast instead of sitting at different tables. I took that moment to fill everyone in on what happened, not that I should've been getting so close and personal with them but...I now deem them as my new group of people to trust. because apparently teammates aren't reliable. we all said our goodbyes before walking back to campus in different directions. me and Farah spent the walk debriefing how I very clearly had a crush on Nika muhl and that the concert would be a perfect opportunity to make a move. a second one that is. Farah kept on nudging my shoulder and poking ta my stomach while smiling proudly.

"I can't believe you actually did that and she said yes like holy shit!" this entire morning made me completely forget about what happened the night before. and this time it didn't creep up on me thirty minutes later. I actually didn't care about it for a whole day. of course the next day was still difficult, I had completely started bunking at Farah's place until I had the confidence to just ditch Asher. he didn't deserve my presence anyways so I packed my shit and ditched.

farah was probably the most supportive person to breath, and not even just because shes my best friend I mean she will support anyone and everyone. whether they've done her wrong or not. sometimes it worries me how forgiving she is but then again we just had a breakfast buffet under asher's name so...

when we were back at her place, I plopped myself dramatically onto her bed while spreading my limbs about. the only thing I could manage to picture in my head was Nika. I cannot believe I'm actually going to a concert with basically a stranger. she never struck me as the type to go out on such short notice with someone like me. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and began to mindlessly scroll on Instagram, looking for something to actually be interested in that wasn't day dreaming about nika. of course she just had to slide into my DMS right when I'm trying to not think of her. the text popped up at the top of my screen and I felt my heart drop. I was already active so there wasn't any possibility of me ignoring her message. Hey. This is y/n right? I read the message and constipated what to say for way longer than I should've. shes just asking if I'm myself. am I myself? yes. yeah I totally am. hiii, yes this is y/n! I texted back while my thumbs almost shook.

we ended up talking all night I feel embarrassed to say it but I am fully head over heels for this basketball player now as if I would ever have a chance when so many other people have probably made moves on her by now. but then again why would she spend 4 hours texting me about anything and everything. our conversations alone made me happier than I had been in the past 2 weeks and I had just met this girl. no one has had this effect on me since high school and to be honest I've missed the feeling.

when I finally turned my phone off I looked up to see Farah standing next to me like a mom catching her kid playing a video game after bedtime. she had her hands on her hips and smug smile plastered on her lips. "who's got you kicking your feet huh?" Farah knew exactly who it was but of course she shoved the name out of my mouth. Farah laughed so hard she was on the brink of tears when she came back up for air. that's when I noticed she had her phone aimed at me, sitting on her bed with my feet in the air kicking back and forth. that's going to be posted in no time. I quickly rolled over to hide the fact that I was having the time of my life crushing on this girl. and as much as I tried to hide it, I get red when I think about her and when shes anymore in my vicinity.

i spent the entire night staring at the ceiling dreaming about how on earth I would try to actually have Nika love me if that was even possible. and of course when I fell asleep the first thing I dreamed (the only thing) was what the night would be like after the concert. what we would do after. if we made it back to a hotel or just drove home. maybe stopped at a gas station or any parking lot. talked for a little bit. maybe about the concert then maybe about how badly I wanted my lips against hers. but hey that's just a what if. and just a dream. so when I woke up in the middle of the night I had to gaslight myself into believing it in fact was going to happen just so that I could sleep peacefully without another wet dream about Nika muhl.

#nika muhl #basketball #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #lesbian #nika muhl x reader #nika x reader #paige bueckers #never be like you

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leclercsloveletter · 4 months

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CL16 | friends or not (pt 2)

Summary: You love Charles, but he keeps you treading on the line between friends and strangers. The humiliation and frustration finally got to you.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem reader

Words count: 2060

Warning: Google translated French

Author's note: Thank you for your support on my first ever fic here! I’m so shock everyone wanted a part 2 so I stayed up til 4AM for this🫶

Life without Charles is just normal life 90% of the time, other than the fact that you allow yourself to see other people. You wish it was easy to indulge in others after him.

Charles lingers as the silent architect of your thoughts, he made a home in your gut and sucked you dry of the ability to spare anyone else half the intimacy you gave him. The touch of others only serves as a poignant reminder of the electrifying chemistry your body once had with him. So when Lando's rough hand rests on your waist, it weighs like an anvil, sinking you onto the floor of the FIA's gala.

Going out with your somewhat ex's coworker isn't the brightest idea, but Monaco is a small place. Once you get roped up into the circle of drivers and their little games, it's hard to get out with your dignity intact. Besides, Lando was one that you can confidently rely on. He was there and he was listening when Charles decided you weren't worthy of his time. Maybe he was waiting for you to break so he could come in, and snatch you up like a vulture for himself, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Darling, are you alright?"

"Yea I'm good Lando, I'm just dreading a bit"

You appreciate Lando breaking the flow of conversation just to check up on you. He let out a sigh before holding you closer

"Y/n, it's okay. I asked so he would be seated at the other end of the table. I know we aren't a committed item yet and it's not in my position to say this but, be mine for tonight, please?"

He held one of your hands in his, giving it a small kiss. He was so kind, so charming, so convincing that you smile back and nod. Lando leans in for a quick kiss that you reciprocate, ignoring every fibre in your body that's screaming from someone's gaze at the other end of the room.

Charles's and your body are in tune in a mysterious way, so when he walks into the gala with his new girl, the air in your lungs thickens into syrup. With his crisp suit, new haircut, and a girl he seems to care more about, Charles looks like a vessel of the Charlie that once had you. Except for the cufflinks you gave him when he won in F2, you wonder if his girl knew. But you already promised Lando that you would be his for tonight, to give him the undivided attention that anyone deserves from their partner. So you lean in closer to him and let his words flow through your head.

Time passes, the alcohol kicks into your system has dulled out and now waiting to be excreted. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom, someone was in there too.

"Oh hey, you're Lando's girlfriend?"

She was beautiful, elegant, and kind. In a red dress that hugged her body exactly where she wanted it to be, her posture so proper it put ballerinas to shame. A girl worthy of Charles's time.

"That's me, I'm Y/n L/n. I see you with Leclerc?"

"Yeah, I'm Charlotte, nice to meet you."

You shake hands, and although you both look well groomed, nails and hair freshly done, you can't help but feel humiliated by her. You both exchange some words and follow each other on Instagram before she returns to her table and you find a stall to sit in silence. Jealousy is a fitting word, humbled is one too, there were so many noises buzzing through your head at once. You need a smoke before going back into that room.

Paris is cold at night, the jacket hung loosely on your shoulders was supposed to be nothing more than a decoration so you shivered when pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. You shoot Lando a text so he knows you're fine and just need a break from the event, he replies with "Gotcha darling, stay warm" and a cutesy emoji, you feel bad for him.

"Still haven't quit smoking Y/n?"

Oh that voice, the voice that makes you want to drop everything to punch him in the face and then kiss him through the blood.

"I think I'll be committed to it until it takes me out, Charles."

"So, how's life?"

The 3 words take you right back to that night in Monte Carlo, it wasn't that long ago, but in your misery, it felt like the previous life.

"Doin' pretty well, got me a cute boy. Doing my master's degree right now, new job, new car, what a life."

"You miss me so much you swoop down to date my friend Y/n?"

"Bold of you to assume everything is about you."

You replied sharply, the embers of the cigarette gazing at your fingertips before you threw it over the balcony you were standing on. The audacity he has is astonishing sometimes, you turn to him

"My life before was all about you, everything I did was for you. Now? I want nothing to do with you Leclerc, I'm sorry that your coworker likes me and he actually cares for me when you weren't around."

Charles was frozen to the ground, he didn't expect such an outburst, not that he would ever. You look at him for a moment, stunned that after everything, all the changes and pain you went through, he made no progress. You walk past him to go back inside, not without putting a hand on his shoulder with a sigh

"Charlotte seems nice, treat her well."

Lando was shocked when you told him you're moving to Milan to finish up your last year of master's. He was borderline begging for you to stay despite the whole non-committed thing you guys have. It's funny how you ran away from a situationship to have a new one that lasted more than a year, at least this one was healthier.

"Lando hun, I'm sorry. But I can't stay in Monaco for now, I need something else just for a moment. I'll keep in contact yeah? I'll update you on Pierre and Yuki too."

You hold him tight, there are no tears but only a shared understanding that you both won't work out and mostly, he knew you need to get away from Charles. Neither you nor Lando can live under that shadow, it's merciful that you let each other be. Even when you have to deny the attraction you held for the driver. Packing was easy enough, with boxes of stuff already being shipped to Italy and pictures of Pierre unpacking and messing with your decors in the new flat have been sent.

Your phone buzzes menacingly

"I heard you're moving to Milan, safe trip."

"Thank you, Charles, will tell Pierre you said hi."

Even in moments like this, he taunted you. He's everywhere in your apartment, at the same time, left nothing behind but you. You know when the plane lands in Milan, it will be a true new life. Maybe fate will let you live there, somewhere in Sicily or Naples sipping on limoncello and wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

"Motherfucker, Pierre you didn't tell me Milan was going to be hot as hell?!"

"I thought you checked the weather?! Don't blame me?!"

Banter with Pierre flows smoothly, if there is someone who complimented your insanity, it's Pierre. It's scary how he also possessed the ability to read you like a book, Frenchmen have superpowers you guessed. What you didn't expect however was sitting on the balcony of your new apartment over a glass of wine while he questioned your motive for moving to Milan.

"I know you won't just move here if you still can tolerate his existence Y/n. What was the final straw?"

"There was none, Pierre, it's just nothing was working out and I need a change-"

"Ferme ta gueule Y/n, I knew you both too well for you to think I would believe that"

You pull your legs up to your chest, getting cozy on the beanbag before chugging the whole glass of wine. Pierre has been out of the loop so you told him everything, the catch-up dinner when you broke it off with him, the gala where you both brought someone new and that balcony conversation. Even the little ones like him acting so nonchalantly and saying hi to you on the street or the "safe trip" text. Pierre listens without judgement, although if you add your own hesitancy in there, you would deserve every colourful insult he could think of.

"And do you wanna know the funniest thing is? He never realised where he went wrong, he never truly understood why or how. I'm the villain in his story because I broke his heart. Meanwhile, he shattered my fucking entire existence."

"Do you still love him then?"

"I do Pierre, with every breathing moment."

You have to go see Monza, Pierre and Yuki basically dragged you there despite your objection of "I will support you at home on TV". So now you're walking around in the hospitality area, munching on some rather good croissants. Pierre shot you a text to come down to the paddock which you reluctantly agree to.

"Come down with us!! @ AlphaTauri paddock right now."

The AlphaTauri paddock is a bit of a walk away, so naturally, you passed by the Ferrari's. Seeing his face plastered on the paddock wasn't a fun experience but it's fine you said. Until the actual model of those pictures caught you off guard.

"Hey"

Every cell on your body screams the fire you thought you diminished lit up like the Olympic torch. You turn around to see Charles in his race suit, painfully beautiful and surprisingly alone.

"Hi Charles, I'm on my way to Yuki and Pierre. Good luck for today."

Before you can leave, he grabs your arm and you let him pull you back. For the first time, he actually tried to hang on to you.

"Uh, I'm free tonight, I want to talk but over dinner of course. Will you?"

Saying no to Charles Leclerc is like forcing you to shoot an elderly lady in the head. It's impossible and unnatural for you to even consider denying him of anything. And it didn't help when he added

"S'il vous plaît?"

Charles was never one to ask you for something with "please". Your body was always given in a heated clash of tongue and teeth, your soul is even worse. But something shook in you, Charles saying "please" like he's begging for you to spare him your time. The time that you deserved.

"Alright, usual time?"

"Usual time"

He won in Monza that day.

"So, how's life?"

Same question, every time, like clockwork. But this time you're in Monza, next to some random canal reflecting the city on its ever-moving water.

"I'm sorry"

"You what?"

Charles' words stunned you. You don't know how to feel, isn't this what you were waiting for? Him to be sorry so you can run back into his arms and love him once more?

"I'm sorry for being hot and cold, I'm sorry for leading you on Y/n. I'm sorry for not seeing your side and wasting your youth. I always wanted us but I was stupid to fuck it up. So please-"

"Stop right there."

Charles looks up in shock, his eyes are almost brimming with tears. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Thank you for apologising, I don't forgive you, Charlie. I don't think I can. So if you're asking me to leave it all behind and act like you didn't throw me down the trenches then don't. However..."

Your heart beats so loudly, that you can feel the blood rushing and the fire coursing through your veins.

"I believe in redemption. So hi, my name is Y/n L/n"

You give out a hand for him to shake, vision starting to blur from tears. Charles stares at your outreaching hand for a moment before grabbing it with speed and strength, as if you would regret it any moment.

"Hi, I'm Charles, Charles Leclerc."

"Like the F1 driver? I think we will be great friends then"

Monza never shines brighter, maybe even more than Monte Carlo.

"I hope so too"

Tag list for this fic: @janeholt3

#charles leclerc #cl16 #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 drivers #cl16 x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x fem reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc angst #Spotify

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sheep-from-rad · 1 year

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Spicy Imagines (ft. Alhaitham and Kaveh) Genshin x Reader

Note: I had these ideas as separate fanfics but it was too short so I just made them into one. I would have published it earlier this week but I have fallen down the Alhaitham/Kaveh angst rabbit hole and wasn’t able to get up from it until this afternoon. Anyway, enjoy!~ Extra note (please read): I will be entering the big city soon meaning I will be leaving some of things here at home. I might not be able to go publish a fanfic for weeks and weeks because it will be a clinical internship. Still, I will try my hardest to make content!~ Warnings: spicy, mentions of bondage and toys XD <Masterlist 1> ------- <Masterlist 2>

Kaveh

Being an architect and being named as the Light of Kshahrewar, being meticulous and having an eye for detail is something that Kaveh is very talented with.

Whenever Alhaitham is out, he makes his merry way to make the shared house more ‘homey’. He’ll decorate it with paintings, with flowers, and with furniture, which sometimes lead to petty fights whenever the scribe is home.

Having an eye for detail is probably one of the things why after one magnum opus, he found himself down in debt and still drowning in it. Well, it’s not like he can just make a building and that’s it right?

He takes the habits of looking out for detail everywhere especially inside his room once the doors have closed and his roommate is out.

Kaveh will take his time typing you up with the ribbons that he soaked in warm water beforehand, making sure that it won’t leave a mark on your skin. That after all is his job to do and not the ribbon’s job.

He’ll fix the lights inside his room, making sure that it will show the awaiting flower fastened with ribbons on his bed.

Kaveh is taking longer than usual. His eyes already darkened by the dim lit room looked like predatory glances at the corner of the room. His hands skillfully erased and redraw the lines in his sketchbook, taking notes of every detail present in front of him. It’s fascinating how he never seemed to miss any detail at all. From the ribbons that tie your thighs apart, to the sweat that drips from your neck down to your chest, to the way your eyes roll from every thrust the hand operated toy gives you, and to the wetness that pools and is slowly staining the sheets beneath you.

It’s a shame that the paper and charcoal can’t capture your whines and pitiful whimpers but that’s for him to savor once he puts his sketchbook down.

Alhaitham

Theoretical and then practical. It is one unwritten law that every scholar learns once they enter the Akademiya. A lesson that became a practice to Alhaitham even after his days as a scholar.

While it is a standard, it is not really something that should be done in everything. If it wasn’t for Kaveh noticing his attempts for courting and then for sure Alhaitham would still be spending his nights wide awake reading books about courting and planning the best possible scenario to make you say yes.

Alhaitham was very vanilla behind closed doors. He’ll make sure that both of you are satisfied and properly cleaned every night you lay together. If he makes a mark that sure will bruise, he’ll look at the ice crates and make sure you’re treated properly before he can go to sleep so you won’t worry about covering anything when morning comes.

It all comes to a stop when a tired student accidentally passes a folder with an erotic book instead of his thesis proposal. This man hates novels, he just reads them for the sake of reading and then forgets they exist afterwards.

He’ll rather stick with boring and nonsensical drafts made by students than read a romance book but here he is spending his whole night trying to make sense of the book and a mind full of thoughts on how he could make use of the book.

You wondered what happened. The best guess that he’s stressed out from the ‘junk’ that the scholars are passing on his desk. There was never a time where his office was clean and lucky for him the ceilings are high or else the room will really be flooded with papers by now. One particular harsh thrust pulled you out of your head evoking a loud moan at the same time and knocking you off your hands and knees.

“Oh god !”

The said man only let out a miniscule smile as he continued the rough pace. “There is no god here darling, you’re calling the wrong being”, he said, emphasizing each word with a thrust. HE snaked his hands underneath your form, scooping you up from the sheets, before resting it on your throat.

“You know my name right? Why don’t you call it that?” As he felt your heartbeat tripled in pace, Alhaitham mentally thanked the student that accidentally passed the book. Maybe he should consider their thesis proposal.

Taglist: @uchihaeirin @eccedentesiast-sapphic @tinandabin @chihawari

#genshin impact #genshin x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #alhaitham x you #alhaitham genshin #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham headcanons #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #kaveh x reader #kaveh x reader smut #kaveh smut #alhaitham x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin fanfic

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Chapter 1-2 [Sorceress!Yuu x OB!Characters]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: Wanting to help the collared people you follow Che'nya's plan and infiltrate the castle to befriend Riddle.

♡︎ Warning: None just Riddle being cute

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The plan was simple: get inside the castle, befriend Riddle, and try to change his mind about the collared people. But nothing really seemed simple to you, especially when you were expected to befriend a tyrant.

So, there you sat, perched on a chair, patiently waiting as the trio rummaged through outfits to find the perfect disguise for your role as the new palace architect. Che’nya, with a mischievous grin, mentioned the disappearance of the actual architect, leaving you with a nagging feeling that the details were best left unexplored. You couldn’t help but wonder how Riddle wouldn’t immediately recognize someone he had recently collared. Ace, unperturbed, dropped a blond wig onto your head, bearing an uncanny resemblance to your own hair, just a different hue—an inquiry you dared not voice. Deuce, on the other hand, overwhelmed you with volumes of the Queendom’s architectural styles. Days stretched into a week, your nose buried in dusty tomes, absorbing everything to brace yourself for whatever Riddle might demand. Amidst your studious immersion, you longed for the day this charade would come to an end.

Grim slept next to your books, he looked so peacefull as you reached for his head giving him some pats, brushing his fur with your fingers. At least someone was having a good time.

"What do you mean I, the great Grim, can't go with my Human?" Grim's voice reverberated in protest as he pointed an accusatory finger at Che’nya. The four of you sat sipping tea before the planned departure, and Che’nya had insisted that Grim couldn't accompany you. The rationale given was that Grim might cause disruptions that would compromise the entire plan. Initially, you had reservations about separating from your feline companion, having never ventured anywhere without him. However, Che’nya’s reasoning began to resonate.

"I also believe it’s for the best, Grim," you said, trying to pacify your betrayed friend. "Your help is crucial here." But Grim's disappointment was evident as he refused to meet your eyes.

"Fine. Go without me. But if you need help, don’t even think about calling for me!" With that proclamation, Grim stormed off, leaving you alone with Che’nya.

"How are you feeling? Tomorrow is the big day," he said, flashing a broad smile that did little to ease your nerves. You'd spent a lot of time contemplating what could go wrong—whether Riddle might recognize you, discover that he had collared you, or find your true intentions.

"Nervous, but I think I can handle it," you replied, attempting to project confidence.

"That's what I want to hear, nya!" He rose from his seat, offering a gentle smile that seemed to reassure you that everything would turn out okay. And you trusted him.

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In front of you loomed the gates of the castle, towering above you like monumental giants. As nervous thoughts raced through your mind, you couldn't help but chuckle, recalling these particular gate styles from one of the books you had studied. Oddly, this recollection gave you a surge of confidence. When the guards ushered you inside, you encountered Riddle once more, this time greeted with a warmer reception. Surprisingly, he seemed pleased to see you. Perhaps your initial encounter had simply been an anomaly, or perhaps he saw you in a new light now.

Riddle took your hand and bestowed a quick kiss upon it/gave you a quick handshake in welcome. "I've heard quite a bit about you, an architect of considerable renown," he praised, elevating your spirits even though these praises weren't intended for you. "But, pardon my frankness, I had envisioned you differently." His comment made you widen your eyes, and you felt a sudden shiver run down your body.

"I hear that often," you replied smoothly, trying to maintain composure. "Before we discuss the building plans, I'd love a tour of the palace, just to gather some initial inspiration. If that's possible." You glanced around the entrance, taking in the surrounding rose-filled bushes.

"Please allow me to escort you around." Riddle's company led you through various rooms and halls within the castle, each adorned in shades of reds and whites. The floors boasted a chessboard pattern in black and white, a pristine and luxurious atmosphere entirely distinct from the dusty tower you once called home. After an extensive tour, Riddle guided you outside, revealing the verdant gardens and a sprawling rose labyrinth, meticulously tended by the royal gardeners. Finally, your journey concluded at a collapsed building.

"Several months ago, the collared peasants rebelled against my mother's regime and destroyed this beautifully crafted building," Riddle spoke, a hint of disdain evident in his voice as he referred to the collared people.

"Rest assured, there's nothing beyond my ability to build. I'll create something that will please the Queen's desires and more," you assured him with a smile, earning visible satisfaction from Riddle.

"Very well." Some guards approached, and Riddle turned to leave. "I entrust the rest to your capable hands," he stated before departing.

With a sigh of relief, you released the breath you'd been holding. Everything was proceeding perfectly, just as you'd hoped. Gazing at the ruined building, you found the guards and workers awaiting your instructions. "I need some paper and a pencil."

Swiftly, you sketched structures inspired by the palace's designs, blending in elements from other styles that harmonized well. After several hours immersed in the drawings, you raised your head to find all eyes on your sketches. A twinge of embarrassment hit knowing they'd witnessed the entire process. However, the awe and admiration in their expressions reassured you that your work was appreciated. Rising from your seat, you began directing everyone around, bracing yourself for the tasks ahead. This month would be demanding, but you were prepared.

Lying on the bed, you relished the comfort of the room Riddle had assigned you. It was quite spacious, and it struck you that Riddle seemed particularly fond of this architect. It dawned on you that you knew so little about this person—if Riddle asked you something, you’d be completely at a loss. Determined to remedy this, you resolved to locate the palace library the next day and educate yourself about the architect.

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You wandered through the palace walls, groggy from the night before, in search of the library. After a long walk, you finally found it and stepped inside. The sheer size of the place left you in awe. The bookshelves stretched like the halls themselves, laden with books of various sizes and hues. Everything was meticulously organized and devoid of any dust. There was so much to read, and yet so little time. For now, your focus was on learning about the architect. You hurriedly looked through the books about this strange figure. Fortunately, their face was never shown, signifying their desire for privacy. Most of the works were stunning, intricate creations, teeming with details you'd never encountered in the books Deuce had provided. You made mental notes about these, realizing that diverging too much from what Riddle envisioned could raise suspicions.

As you returned the books to their places, one peculiar volume caught your eye. It bore your last name, prompting a moment of confusion until you plucked it from the shelf. Inside, you discovered a book chronicling your parents' journey. It vividly portrayed snowy landscapes and recounted how they had earned their place as landowners, working their way into prosperity to establish something in their name. Memories from your childhood flooded back—moments with your mother, interactions with villagers, and the constant presence of a childhood friend who was always by your side. Everything seemed blissful, which made you wonder why they had locked you away in the tower. Questions swirled in your mind, but a strange, unsettling feeling urged you to cease your inquiry, casting a shadow over your thoughts.

Reluctantly, you returned the book to its spot, unwilling to dwell further. With a heavy heart, you moved toward the exit, your head bowed in contemplation. However, just before leaving, you noticed someone else in the library—a surprise visitor. To your astonishment, it was none other than Riddle.

You pondered whether engaging in conversation with Riddle was a wise choice. He appeared consumed by work and potentially quick to collar anyone deviating from his desires. However, before you could depart, your eyes met, and you found yourself captivated by his stunning blue gaze.

“Y/N,” he greeted you warmly, rising to meet you, and you were jolted out of your daydreaming.

“Forgive me, I just—”

“No need for apologies. In fact, I would love your company if you permit,” his tone unexpectedly tender. Was this the same person who had erupted when Grim landed on his head?

“Of course. How may I assist?”

“I’d like to hear your thoughts on my designs.” He gestured toward his table, displaying the most intricately detailed building plans you’d ever seen on paper. Your reaction was instinctual, you had to stifle your amazement. If he saw the design you'd given to the construction team, he might have certainly collared you.

“This looks—” You paused, realizing you were playing the role of a distinguished architect whom Riddle admired. You couldn’t merely fawn over his work. “Pleasant.” Despite the underwhelming choice of words, Riddle’s eyes widened with pride.

“I’ve been studying your designs extensively, attempting to draft the building myself. But my efforts could never compare to the real artist.” He regarded you as if you were his shining star, leaving you to wonder if he realized you weren’t the actual architect.

“I’m glad you appreciate my designs. It’s always nice to find a fan.” You offered a smile, and he reciprocated, clearly pleased with your words. Yet, even as he smiled, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, indicative of fatigue. “Have you been overworking yourself?” You posed the question, realizing afterward that it might not have been the most appropriate thing to ask.

“Well, I have my duties as the future king of the Queendom of Roses. I can’t simply set them aside,” he responded, a glimmer of happiness shining through as he realized your concern for him. On your end, you grappled with the situation. Your intention was to grow closer to Riddle to facilitate removing the collars from everyone, so you needed a way to break down his barriers.

“How about baking some strawberry tarts?” you suggested, sporting a cheerful smile. He looked at you with a quizzical expression, seemingly ready to dismiss your idea. “If you need to leave midway, I can finish what we started and bring you the tarts when you’re free. So, no need to worry about a thing.” You offered solutions, trying to convince him, though he seemed puzzled by your eagerness to spend time with him.

“If you insist, I could permit it,” he agreed, adjusting his tie in a nervous gesture. “But everything must be done precisely! And the kitchen must be perfectly cleaned afterward,” he stated, almost as an order. You nodded in agreement.

“Follow me, Riddle!” you exclaimed, taking his arm and guiding him to the kitchen, causing him to widen his eyes at your bold actions.

In the midst of baking the tarts, Riddle meticulously followed the culinary book's instructions, determined to use precise measurements. Any deviation seemed to stress him, and he'd restart if things didn't align perfectly. As he focused intently on each step, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his strict approach.

“Riddle!” you called out, finally voicing your exhaustion with his rigidity. Startled, he dropped the spoon he was holding, his face flushing with a mix of emotions, perhaps anger or embarrassment, you couldn't discern. But you persisted, “This is why your designs aren’t perfect! Things like this aren’t meant to be perfect, they’re meant for the fun of it!” He seemed to freeze, absorbing your words. “When I come up with new designs, I don’t aim for perfection, I draw what I find fun at the moment,” you elaborated. His mouth opened and closed, as if struggling with your point. He rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

“So… I need to have fun? Stop trying to make my designs perfect?” he murmured, almost to himself, but you caught every word. You nodded, handing him the dropped spoon. He hesitated but then swiftly scooped flour, bypassing the measurements this time. You saw him gulp, battling his instinctual need for precision, yet he bravely added the flour to the batter.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it!” You clapped your hands, prompting a deeper blush from Riddle, who let out a sigh but continued to bake. You sensed that he had relaxed, gradually enjoying the process of making tarts with you. Despite his attempts to maintain a pristine kitchen and occasionally strive for perfect measurements, you noticed a significant change in his behavior, and that was what mattered most.

As you grabbed a large bag of flour, you lost your balance and tripped over your own feet, sending the flour cascading onto the floor and covering you both in its powdery embrace. Panic surged through you, as you slowly glanced at Riddle who also had been covered in flour from head to toe, you anticipated Riddle's reaction to the mess, believing that now even Che’nya could not save you from this one, but unexpectedly, he burst into a hearty laughter. You froze, stunned by his unanticipated response. Instead of anger, his laughter filled the room, and he even walked over, extending his hand to help you up from the flour-covered floor.

“I haven’t laughed like this in such a long time,” he chuckled, his cheeks tinted pink from the flour. His laughter was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile back. However, amidst the chaos and his laughter, you noticed something about him that felt strangely captivating, even covered in flour he seemed to have this angelic look to him, wait, what did you mean with angelic? Did he always look this nice? You shook off the thought, dismissing it as a trick of the moment.

“Sorry, I will clean all of this!” You hurriedly searched for a broom, but Riddle placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm and friendly gesture.

“I used to visit a friend of mine when I was young,” he reminisced, an unfamiliar softness in his tone. “One day, he tried to teach me how to bake. That day, I dropped a full bag of flour. I never heard the end of it from my mom, but it was such a nice moment…” His words trailed off, and both of you stood there, flour-covered but sharing a moment of connection. His hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment before he withdrew it, seemingly realizing the gesture's duration. “Sorry…” His demeanor shifted slightly as he began to look for a broom. “We should clean all of this,” he suggested, and you nodded in agreement, grateful for the lighter atmosphere between you both.

The rest of your free time was spent enjoying the tarts and tea, chatting about various topics. It became evident that Riddle was gradually opening up to you. Even if it was initially part of the plan, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his company.

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After a long day, you finally returned to your room, feeling exhausted. The building constructions were progressing smoothly, even better than expected. As you made your way towards the closet to change into your pajamas, a strange knock caught your attention. It seemed odd for someone to visit at such a late hour, but you decided to investigate. Upon opening the door, no one was in sight. You shrugged it off, thinking it might have been your imagination until the same knock echoed again. This time, you scanned the room, even checking the windows, but found no one, until your gaze shifted to the mirror in your room.

“This is the first time we get to talk properly,” the strange woman in the mirror addressed you, her lips moving in sync with her words, yet she remained motionless, fixated on you. You felt frozen, a chill creeping over you—did ghosts exist? Were you so fatigued and sleep-deprived that you began to see apparitions? “I was expecting this reaction, but relax, I am not here to harm you. Quite the contrary, I want to help you.” Her voice, despite standing next to the mirror, sounded distant and echoed faintly.

“Who are you?” You approached the enigmatic figure cautiously.

“I am you from another universe. I believe your friend Che’nya has already explained most of it.” The revelation stunned you. She had been the one to free you from the collar. Hearing Che’nya's tale of being cursed to live inside a mirror, unable to experience the outside world, evoked a pang of empathy. Having been locked in a tower yourself for so long, devoid of interaction and exposure to the outside world, you could empathize with her isolation.

“How do I set you free?” Your directness caught her off guard, her head bowed to conceal her sorrow. It felt surreal—her facial features mirrored yours, almost like watching your reflection cry.

“Only someone with an immense amount of magical power can release me,” she replied, raising her head to fix her gaze on you.

“But is there anyone out there with that kind of power?” You questioned the possibility. While many powerful wizards existed, like Riddle, you doubted they could intervene in such a situation.

“You,” she responded, and your eyes widened in surprise before adopting a more skeptical expression. “I can grant any wish, but with each wish comes a curse that consumes the wisher, slowly eroding their sanity and driving them mad. Strangely, it also bestows a certain strength upon them.”

Your astonishment grew; the thought of losing your mind over a wish you were still uncertain about was daunting. Sensing your concern, she offered crucial reassurance. “Given that we are the same person, this curse will affect you differently. Your sanity will deplete at a slower rate.”

“Why does it affect me differently, and what happens if I completely lose my mind? What then?” You felt the weight of the seriousness setting in, wondering if helping her was worth such a dire situation.

“This is our curse. It works like poison—the more exposure you have, the less impact it will have over time.” She paused, extending her hand toward the mirror’s surface. “If you do succumb, I’ve discovered a way to undo the curse during my confinement here.”

“And what’s that?” You inquired, intrigued.

“A true love’s kiss.” The two of you stood facing each other in an awkward silence. What did she mean by a true love's kiss? You hadn't found someone who made your heart skip a beat, and as you began to voice these thoughts, the image of Riddle laughing, covered in flour, flashed into your mind, reddening your face.

“W-what? S-so, that means you’d just kiss all those guys you cursed?” You blurted out, still rattled by thoughts of Riddle. As soon as the words left your mouth, both of you seemed to stutter, embarrassed like two high school girls gossiping about their crushes.

It took a while for both of you to calm down and realize the gravity of the situation. Sighing, you took a few steps back and settled onto the bed, facing the sorceress. Emerging from a tower, only to be thrust into this chaos, you wondered if things were spiraling further out of control with each passing moment.

"Can't I just wish for you to be free?" you asked her, as this seemed to make the most sense.

"The power of the wish is connected with the magical power of the wisher." She looked at you with a sad expression. "And for now, you don't possess enough magical power. The only way for you to get stronger is to wish for smaller things for now." You nodded, annoyed with the revelation. Of course, things couldn't be as easy as you wanted them to be. How foolish of you. As you thought about any wish, with nothing coming to mind, you watched as she slowly started vanishing from the mirror. Some sort of magical dust slowly made your reflection show in the mirror as it used to. As you heard a strange voice in the back of your mind, "If you ever feel like asking for a wish, repeat these words.”

“Wish and want in sacred verse, Grant my heart's desire, universe.”

That was an incantation. You rushed to grab some paper before forgetting it, but as you started jotting it down, you realized it had ingrained itself in your mind. It seemed intentional, as if you couldn’t erase it even if you wanted to. You relaxed, lying back on the bed, letting your tired eyes close. Tomorrow promised to be a long day.

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ivryne · 1 year

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calling all the wallflowers i know ˖ ࣪

⋆ ᳝ ֺ alhaitham x gn!reader | modern hs au

— in which it’s about time Kaveh finds out right? [ pt 1 here ]

NOTE. sorry for the long wait, I was sick for the past few days so I couldn’t update 😔😔 Hope you enjoyed! And sorry for the grammar errors and mistakes, I’m too tired to proofread it heh.

Kaveh isn’t giving up. Not when he is so close to finding out. Maybe too close. There is a reason why Kaveh is failing this. It’s always him almost reaching into a conclusion until everything broke his theory down from being valid.

It’s safe to say that he is feeling skeptical. Why is it that he has been participating in a everlasting game of chase…Alhaitham must’ve been behind this! Of course that little shit. He just have to beat him in his own game.

Looking back into the list of candidates, he is sure it was either Nilou or Aether. Oh yeah did he forgot to mention? He added Aether into the list because he had seen them talking lately. Honestly, he is absolutely sure it was going to be Aether. But he wasn’t going to let Alhaitham notice that.

He reconsidered putting off [Name] into the list of candidates—now called LOC by Kaveh—but he really thought they were better than this. So in result of that, he scratched them off of it.

Kaveh has a plan. A great one actually. He is planning on catching the couple off guard in the midst their scheming of getting him caught in the middle of their little games.

How did he know? Of course he does! He isn’t THAT blind. With all the false hopes and wasted hypothesis, he knows that Alhaitham is the mastermind in this.

Oh if only he knew…

The day passes by in a blink of an eye. The sun that once soared on the peak of the heavens, slowly sinks in with the moon ready to take its place. The sky paints a orange-pink hue, one akin to the colour of the coral reefs planted on the ocean floor.

It’s finally time for Kaveh to execute his plan. He knew Alhaitham went home already. And he knew he didn’t went home alone. How did he know? Oh it’s nothing he just overheard Alhaitham yesterday on the phone with his lover (again) that they were coming over. So now it’s the perfect plan to strike.

He purposely told Alhaitham the other day that he was coming home late for no said reason (even though he wasn’t going home late). And as usual, Alhaitham didn’t respond more than a mere hum of acknowledgment. Yes! It seemed like Alhaitham really took his bait.

Now what is his plan exactly?

Step 1: go home right after the bell so that he can arrive before Alhaitham n his lover.

Step 2: hide underneath Alhaitham’s bed/inside his closet/under his desk(?)

Step 3: wait for the right moment and…!

So here he is. Underneath the comfort of his roommate’s desk, behind the obscure chair that hid his crouching figure from the doorway.

It isn’t long until the echoing sound of footsteps can be heard. Kaveh smiles in triumph as he realizes that there isn’t just one, but two different sounds of footsteps.

The door creaks open as two pair of legs started making it’s way inwards the room. Kaveh squints his eyes, focusing to the other figure walking inside towards the bed.

“So did you think it work?” The boring sound of his roommate fills his ears and the aspiring architect rolls his eyes in response.

“Let’s just wait and see.” The opposing side counters, a glint of mischief peeked beneath said words.

Now wait. The blonde freezes. Who the hell is that because that surely is not Aether’s voice. But surely it was familiar. Had he been wrong all this time??? No way, no way in the name of the archons was he wrong?? Who else might that be though? He can’t imagine anyone else that wants to be in a relationship with Alhaitham. He means one that Alhaitham will want too, not those npc fangirls.

“What do you advice we do as we wait?” Alhaitham asked earning a chuckle from the mysterious person. No more talking was heard after that and sounds of uhm other things started to form. It’s safe to say thar Kaveh is mortified. He better escape this madness before it escalates!

“Stop!! For archon’s sake let me go out before witnessing things I do not want to see.” He stands up from his position, with his hand that covers his eyes, he stumbles away to the door.

Laughters echoes surrounding the acute walls, one that reeks glee and satisfaction. Slowly but surely, Kaveh let down his hand and opens his eyes.

“Name?!?” His eyes widened, those sockets now resembles stress balls that were squeezed to its max potential. The grey haired man smirked and softly chuckled in response of his roommate’s current dilemma.

“Hi.” You beam at him. Kaveh averted his gaze to you, his roommate, and back to you again. “No, I can’t believe this! You’re better than this, Name!”

“Wait are YOU the one behind this?? Did you know I was here all along??” You slowly nod in response, laughters engulfing you whole. You feel like ascending to the heavenly principles.

Kaveh let out an offensive gasp. “Never mind then! You guys both deserve each other.”

The rest of the day ends with a continuous series of laughters. Kaveh still hasn’t yet to believe you guys’ relationship. But when his eyes land on the interlocked fingers of the both of you, his gaze soften. Even though it seemed as if he hates his roommate, deep down he really does care about him. And he is surely glad that his roommate has finally found someone to love. Though a lingering thought remains. When will it be his turn?

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#al haitham x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #genshin kaveh #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact kaveh

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Satoru's apartment (Part 2)

We're back! After Part 1 covered the living room area and kitchen, we'll take a look at the bedrooms this time around!

This is Satoru's apartment that I built in TS4 based on my fic series Under the Cover of Shadows, and it's essentially what I imagine what Satoru's apartment would be like!

As a refresher, this is the layout of the place:

Let's go take a look at Satoru's own bedroom now, shall we?

This is it! It's pretty open and spacious (I struggled a lot making it, and I'm not sure I'm 100% satisfied with it even now lmao), and following the same idea that I mentioned in Part 1, that Satoru in general doesn't populate his place with a lot of personal items, it's much of the same here. There are a few every day items scattered around, like slippers, wallet, phone, tablet and whatnot, but most of his precious keepsakes are kept secure and out of sight.

(The photo strips he took with Yura during that one summer vacation are kept in his bedside table drawer. He likes to look at it every now and then.)

(Also Yura tends to sleep on the left side of the bed and Satoru on the right, and as you may notice, it's her side that has an alarm clock on it lol)

Here is Satoru's bathroom, and you can see it was actually built like a western-style one instead of the Japanese-style bathrooms he grew up with in the Gojo Estate. I guess Satoru just wanted something different for once ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(This is also the biggest bathtub I could find to put in there, but I still imagined it even bigger ʘ‿ʘ✿)

Nowadays, there's a lot of Yura's stuff scattered in his bathroom, and while Satoru wasn't too used to sharing a space with someone else at first, he actually got used to it pretty quickly.

And this is Satoru's closet! Just imagine there are a lot more clothes in there lmao, all of it designer stuff because of course.

Those rack/shelves on the right are essentially all Yura's stuff now. She used to bring in an overnight bag when they got started with their "arrangement", but then she slowly started leaving more and more stuff behind so now she doesn't really need an overnight bag anymore. She could comfortably spend several days in his place without needing to go back to her own apartment lol

Now on to the guest bedroom!

This is where Yura stayed in a couple of times, in particular before and after her trip to New York. Not a lot of people have stayed in this bedroom, to be honest. Satoru doesn't usually have people over aside from Yura, Shoko, or the Fushiguros.

(I hadn't initially envisioned the desk there, but actually building it made that area feel so empty lol. So I thought it fit nicely!)

And finally, the guest bathroom. There was a particular scene in chapter 23 (The Aftermath p 1) of Out of the Shadows that has Yura having an emotional crisis in this very bathroom, and I think this must have been the first room of Satoru's apartment that I properly envisioned along with the guest bedroom! We only got to "see" his own bedroom much later, so I also didn't think it up until then.

Alright, there are still a few rooms left for me to post, but this is generally it! And boy oh boy did this entire apartment give so much trouble lmao and I'm not even done with it yet. It was really hard making things look somewhat closer to the picture I had in my head while working within the constraints of The Sims lol. I think this was especially daunting because it's supposed to be a ~luxury~ apartment, so I had try extra hard to make things look ~fancy~, but I was having a lot of fun! And I also downloaded SO MUCH stuff that my game looks completely different now lmao my inner architect was happy.

#gojo satoru #the sims 4 #jjk #satoyura #this took me way too long but listen #fun was had #i have no regrets

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“Opposing Troubles”

{Alhaitham x Y/n} Part 1

^[Credit: Twitter&Tumblr @/birdsofpassage]

Alhaitham x Y/n {Part 1} <You're Here!

Kaveh x S/n {Part 2} <Link

Summary-> Y/n and S/n are sisters who are very much attached to the hip dispite slightly rare petty arguments. A bad argument forms between Y/n amd S/n and they go to their lover to complain. Alhaitham and Kaveh however can’t let this go on for too long. Your bond was super strong with each other despite some small differences. They don't want to see that sibling bond disintegrate.

Notes-> I got in an argument with my sister and this idea popped up; and since my sister has a personality like Alhaitham and me with a Personality like Kaveh; with us liking the opposite, this is really creative idea.

Word count-> 1,560

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Stomping through the streets your heart is still racing, out of breath from storming outside your house. The murky feeling deep in the pits of your stomach felt awful. You felt yourself treading through the depths of the ocean where the water was thick and heavy on your feet. Dreaded thoughts flooded your head bringing bouts of pain every second. Your muddled vision couldn’t clear up no matter how hard you tried. Your eyes were just too puffy.

You successfully managed to find the right door, however, so congratulations on that, one happy thing about this awful day.

The gentle knocks on the door and small pitiful calls draw the front door to widen with the expected person of your search. You look up quite bashfully afraid what he might think of your state.

“Kaveh isn’t home right? Can I stay here? With you kicking him out for a few days at least.” Alhaitham surely wasn’t a fool for not noticing your puffy eyes, downcast expression and the slight dance of your fingers against your clothes in a rattling of your nerves.

He was quick to rummage in his pocket and take out that one item of desire for the architect. Kaveh’s golden key with the lion carving. “He can stay at S/n’s house. And you can stay at mine. Equal exchange.” You gave Alhaitham the lightest of smiles as you followed him in.

Once reaching the couch you immediately cling to Alhaitham, you knew he already deduced your haggard state. He sat normally, sitting to his left you lurched your left arm across his torso hugging his waist, your other arm around his neck, one leg in between his; entirely facing him while acting as a koala clinging to their tree for support. He didn’t mind it one bit and kept an arm around your torso to keep you close.

“Did you have an argument. With S/n? Why else would you deliberately ask to kick out Kaveh when he would automatically turn to your house and stay with S/n.” The tone of voice was not a question, more of a statement he correctly concluded.

You nodded as you buried your head into his chest emotions starting to well up again. “I can only faintly remember what we were talking about. I- I just got so mad I lashed out on her. She didn’t get me; she didn’t understand what she was doing to me. And I can't- it’s not- ..it hurts. And I’m so bad with my words..” The tears this time around prickled so harshly that your sobs felt choked.

Alhaitham’s hand around your torso drew parallelograms into your side as some sort of soothing mechanism. He never likes to see you so distraught like this, you were so much more pretty when you happily bounced off walls with energy and that bright glow he loves.

And S/n was a bringer of that light. Y/n was the most comfortable around her sister, naturally. Their shared interests and sometimes similar views made each other glow that much more brighter. They stuck to each other so well that others would even get jealous of their sibling relationship. They are definite opposites but find a way to balance well against each other. This however would be the worst they have ever fought. Silent treatment was the result after small petty fights. This was much more hurtful for both.

“That’s why I’m with you. To help you with your words and guide you. Look up at me Y/n.” Your shaky exhale found relief in cooler air away from his body heat. Alhaitham’s digits ran over your cheeks softly as you leaned into his fond touch. “How do you feel about your sister?”

“She’s a total butt. Annoying to deal with.” Your brows furrow and your face puffed in irritation. Cute; Alhaitham couldn’t voice out in the seriousness of this conversation. “Then how would you feel if she left you?”

You jolted in his hold, eyes now run out of tears has widened in horror. “I..would be so upset. Intentional or not. She can’t just leave…” The trigger in your thoughts now running wild in imaginations of S/n leaving you behind made your blood cold. The bubbling of that came fresh new tears and you really hated this overwhelming emotion.

“Civil conversations about serious matters need to be regarded Y/n. With S/n that is. To better understand each other you need to express yourself. And not through emotion-filled tears.” At the end of that sentence he rubbed circles into your cheeks, secretly indulging in how soft your skin feels against his fingers.

The rubbing of his hands was a bit too forceful that it slurred your words. “But i caant, its too hard to form words with mouth. Esspecially when it's face to face. It’s too uncomfortable and my mind blanks. My fight or flight, except it's my hide or flight.” You swat his hands from the rubbing and adjust them to rest against your face instead.

“I know.” His deadpan expression brings you back to the time you tried to confess but stumbled over your words, so he ended up confessing since you were activating your hide or flight and in the midst of running away. You still ran away in embarrassment in the end.

You awkwardly laugh at that memory avoiding eye contact. “On another note, you cry often even when you are just happy and your heart is overwhelmingly full. I will just get a jar to fill up on your tears at this point and start liking when you cry.” Alhaitham’s face was devoid of emotion; you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

“Please don’t..” You whine at the subtle joke choosing to not take that sentence seriously. Alhaitham chuckles and strokes your head, shifting your body closer.

“Don’t worry about the meeting with S/n. Just focus on what speech you're going to prepare to say to her. Media Naranja.”

Media Naranja (Spanish for "my better half," literally "half an orange")

“Did you just call me an orange half.” You glare at Alhaitham with a half frown half smile knowing the exact meaning he wasted to say. He raises a brow, “Do you not look like one now? Your eyes have gotten much puffier and red.” He was internally glad you have started to calm down and were able to joke around now. You blow air into his face and stick your tongue out as he blinks back.

“But.. thank you for making me feel better Haitham. Mmh I lovvee youu. And now i’m so exhausted from all these deep feelings. Tuck me in bedd pleasee.” You stick your head near his neck fondly and wrap both your arms around his neck wanting to be carried into his room to rest.

“No. You need to shower. You’ve been outside all day. Don’t get your germs in my bed.” However, he moved your body around so he could carry you over to his room. “So meann.” Once he placed you down on your feet, you grabbed your spare clothes from his dresser and headed to the bathroom.

Alhaitham waited for the door to snap shut and the shower to turn on before he gets up towards the front door. Just his luck, he spots a fussy blonde mumbling angrily while walking away from their shared house. “Kaveh.” Upon hearing that monotone voice his head snaps towards the house ready to snap at the man for kicking him out once again.

The seriousness in Alhaitham’s voice and face stops the blonde from chewing out his roommate. Just this once.

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Feeling refreshed you stumble out of the bathroom, your exhaustion has faded only a bit, your eyes were the most tired of all. You step into Alhaitham’s room and yawned wanting to crawl into bed and cuddle with him already.

“Took you long enough. Come. I’m already drained from treating your therapy session today.” Alhaitham sat up against the headboard with a book in his lap eyes focused on you even before you walked fully in.

“Hehe, yes my Liebling” You practically jump onto the bed automatically covering yourself with the blanket and clinging onto Alhaitham.

Liebling ("darling" in German)

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he bookmarks the page and places it on the nightstand, sinking down the headboard to lie down next to you.

“You’ll have a long day tomorrow. And I will be there for you. Don’t be so nervous and so scared. You won’t ever have to be, with me by your side. Your soft snores was his response as he had waited till your exhaustion enveloped you to admire you.

“I love how you're so empathetic and carefree. It’s your best quality so no need to be so insecure over that.”

“You’re admirable to keep going forward with the pain of your past.”

“I loathe seeing you too intimidated to reveal your true feelings to others.”

“Your feelings are just as much important as the other person. Please understand this.”

Another kiss to your temple and he has you in his firm hold succumbing to a peaceful slumber. A gentle smile graced your lips, either from Alhaitham’s love admission or the sweet dreams you had when he voiced his fondness of you.

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#genshin fic #genshin x reader #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact

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Dismembered Memory- Chapter 2

Pairing: Iluvatar x Reader

Genre: Mystery , romance and mythology

Summary: Do the Gods love? What is it like to love one? What is it like to be loved by one? Is it a love beyond the shackles of creation and destruction or is it a tragedy bound in the chains of duty and predestination.

AN: A shorter chapter as we dwell into the arc. This is very much a me project so chapter word count will be rather inconsistent.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2| Chapter 3|

The world is woven with the threads of yearning—yearning for creation, yearning for love, yearning for companionship, yearning for beauty or legacy. Reasons as diverse as the stars. It is this relentless desire for anything and everything that catalyzes the very origin of existence.

However, creation necessitates substance—a canvas on which to paint its journey.

Iluvatar's recollection doesn't encompass you. He doesn't possess the fragments of your memories, yet you remain an inseparable fragment of his essence. Analogous to matter, which underpins creation, you are an existence that entwines his thoughts, an ethereal presence encircling his eternal song. Connected to him yet apart, a paradox of unity and division.

He glimpses fragments of you through the eyes of his Ainur, those beings birthed from his own mind. A silent observer, he never truly encounters you, and you, in your existence, never seek him. The weight of your absence gnaws at him ceaselessly, a persistent ache embedded within every living moment.

Time turns into an eternity as Iluvatar mourns the gulf that separates you from him. He replays the fleeting glimpses of your presence, those wisps caught through the eyes of Manwe and Melkor. Perhaps fated, your connection with him remains unknown. However, such a state is destined to change. It evolves, it shifts, and it transforms.

A pivotal moment arrives when the distant creator of the cosmos is irresistibly drawn into his own creation. Iluvatar crosses the threshold into Arda, compelled by an irresistible force—you. He treads upon the earth he formed, a wanderer amidst the very world he sculpted. The trappings of his divinity take a backseat as he pursues an entity he can barely remember. The symphony of creation fades, and the unattainable brilliance of his godhood diminishes. All is surrendered for the sake of finding you.

He journeys endlessly, traversing the landscapes of Arda in search of any traces of you. The loss of his divine status and the adversities of the world pale in significance as the very land of Arda draws him closer to you. You must be here, in some form or another. The architect of the world becomes a wanderer within it, adopting a form akin to that of his own children, in the hope of finding you among them.

No callouses on his feet, no storms, no heatwaves can impede his quest. He presses forward relentlessly, compelled by an unquenchable yearning. He must find you, and nothing can deter him.

For Iluvatar, the loss of his godhood and the trials of Arda itself become inconsequential when the very land he shaped brings him ever closer to you. You, a presence he can barely recollect, but a presence that he cannot relinquish. He walks the world, shedding his divine mantle, forsaking the celestial music that once defined him. All for the sake of you, the missing piece of his existence.

“I will be gone for a while this time.”

Melkor gazes intently at your misty form, his expression a mixture of concern and longing. "Gone where? How long?" The questions escape him, his heart racing in the expanse of the barren void. His mind echoes with an unspoken plea—don't go. Unbearable panic threatens to consume him, the idea of being left alone in this desolate Void unfathomable. Would you, too, leave him like so many before? The thought looms, the talons of the cruel void threatening to seize his very consciousness. Without you, he fears he would be lost.

A soothing sensation envelops him as you crouch before him, your presence a gentle reassurance. Your palms cradle his face with an almost ephemeral touch, and he finds solace in your touch. "I'll be gone for some years, but I'll be back. I promise you." The words carry a weight of sincerity that Melkor can't deny. He knows how well you stay true to your promises.

"Why must you leave?" He voices the question that fills the silence, a sense of shame creeping in as he realizes he wants to stop you, to prevent your departure from his life. The idea of being without you claws at him, a fear he can scarcely admit.

"The song of the world has called me, and I must respond." He observes the faint outlines of your features, your nimble fingers and the glimmer in your eyes that pierce through the mist. "There is someone who looks for me in Arda, and I…" Your words falter, as if grappling for expression. "I must answer their call."

Curiosity intertwines with jealousy within Melkor's heart. Who could be so important that you would leave him behind? "Who is it?" The question slips out before he can fully process it, ages of resentment and bitterness simmering beneath the surface. Who could possibly mean more to you than he does?

“I do not know who it is, but I must meet them. To alter the course they tread," you remain seated, unwavering in your resolve. "I have managed to push the encroaching Void farther this time. It shall maintain its grasp while I am absent, but should challenges arise," your hands take on solidity, cradling a clear glass ball—a marble, a vessel of contained power. "Use this to harness its malevolence. It shall provide aid in times of dire need."

As Melkor's fingers connect with the cool surface of the glass marble, he cannot help but be awed by your form, by the intricate complexity that you embody. "Someone very dear to me once possessed this," you caution, your words laden with warning as you place the artifact in his grasp.

The marble rests in his hands, a tangible token of your existence. Melkor holds it close, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of your presence, even as it begins to wane. "I will await your return," he murmurs, his words carrying a sense of longing.

This time, as your form fades, he can discern the faintest traces of your features—your eyes, your lips, your nose. The cold touch against his forehead lingers as his mind succumbs to a tranquil slumber.

General Cerdic had weathered countless battles for his king, leading campaigns on bloody battlefields and through uncharted territories. His prestige and the respect of his kingdom's people were well-earned and well-deserved.

However, the man of valor did not inhabit sprawling cities or grand palaces like the king's favored. Instead, Cerdic found his abode in an isolated village, a place where his gallant feats were mostly unknown. He rarely ventured beyond the village's bounds. It was here that he had last held his wife, welcoming their only child into the world.

A modest wooden house provided the backdrop for the years he spent raising his daughter. None could have been more inviting than this homely dwelling. Shielded from the clamor of the world, Cerdic raised you in this tranquil village.

The machinations of palaces and the cunning games of power never encroached upon the life of the general's cherished daughter. Both of you found contentment in the simplicity of life. Days were filled with the routine of tending to a humble farm, and nights were spent dining under the serenity of the stars.

But everything changed when he entered your life—a man dressed in tattered clothes, bearing the weight of his hardships in every step he took. You discovered him by the riverside, his body marked by the brutalities of slavery. His matted hair carried the grime of an existence you couldn't fathom.

"What is your name?" you inquired, met with incoherent murmurs. As you knelt to examine the stranger, your attention was drawn to his clenched fist.

Within his grasp lay a delicate cotton flower, untouched by the filth that marred the rest of his form.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #eru iluvatar #iluvatar x reader #soulmate au #ansgt #fun to write #happy ending ??? maybe

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caffernnn · 10 months

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Free! Anniversary Fic Recs 🦋🐋🐬🦈🐧 Can you share your fav fics from each year (2013-2023) Free! has been around?

This is a very fun ask!! Lemme root through my bookmarks and see what I can find 😅

2013 - A lot of the stories I have saved from this time are shorter lil one-shots like “Never Leave” by Shimegami (classic mh hug-it-out interlude fic) and “The Sound of Settling” by teke (feelings realization stuff), but one other one I liked was “The Ocean You Gave My Heart” by miaoujones. Smut warning for that one (if that’s not your thing), but something about desert-bound Makoto learning to swim and indulge in water with Haru, thinking upon meeting him that he’s a wonder whether he’s really a mermaid or not, that’s neat!!

2014 - starting to realize the ones I kept any note of from the early years are some of the popular mh fics probably already recommended 10 times over, but there’s a reason why people sing their praises. If you haven’t checked out fics from tide tothemoon like 2/13189000 (mhtokyo my beloved), their writing is *chef’s kiss* delightful. Another AU I haven’t been able to bring myself to revisit was orihime’s reincarnation stories from “I cannot be without you, matter of fact.” There are two different stories, one where Makoto remembers their past lives and a follow up where Haru remembers, and oh that made me ache dude.

2015 - Speaking of suffering, have y’all checked out Heart’s Departure yet? I think we’ve referenced and talked about that story enough for it to speak for itself 🥴 heartbreaking circumstances but still cosmic and so so beautiful. Then, once you’re done crying about that story, hop over to “Shake the Heavens” by Ad_Astra to break down over (what I described in my ao3 bookmark) Makoto and Haru’s “inherently cataclysmic devotion.” I guess 2015 was the year of shoving the boys into tragic AUs and seeing how much they were willing to give up to get back to each other. A whole vibe

2016 - let’s goooo gamers, more AUs!! “I’d Create Oceans For You” by trashness is a fun fantasy adventure that has both tender moments and interesting action (and some banger art from donguris omggg). If you want something more future-fish-flavored that shows that happily-ever-after doesn’t save you from your grief, “Sublimation” by RedScribbler was great. You can find more of my thoughts on that one if you scroll back a bit in my “fic recs” tag — one of y’all sent it in and yeeees it was so up my alley!

2017 - Alright fellas, there are so many to choose from, because now we’re getting into the macbetha years! Who would I be if I didn’t mention “Eyes Wide Open All The Time” tbh?? It’s a long one with its own hard-hitting involved lore and world-building, but Beth builds this unique story in a way that pulls from the characters we know and love so effectively. I’ve sung the praises for this story multiple times (and could so do it again bro don’t tempt me) but I’ll end off with saying that if you’re fascinated in watching deeply-wounded people who’ve been put through hell learn how to make a life in the aftermath, there’s something special for you here. Aaaand, if you want something about 1/10 the length and not as heavy, “159 (Architect/Interior Designer AU)” by intoxicatedcinnamon has some fun moments 😌 that’s another one where you can find more of my thoughts somewhere in the fic recs tag (love when y’all send me stories 💚💙)

2018 - “Coral and Bone” by Macbetha my beloved!!!! Wanna play mermaids and fight the gods? Maybe try to find that summer magic that makes you want to keep going and accidentally fall in love on the way? I am puuushing you toward this story bestie. Everyone’s here and everyone’s having fun! OH ALSO I’m throwing in “Night Changes” by SEMellark because I love stories where Makoto and Haru actually figure out how to talk to each other. (Side note — a lot of these are probably gonna be things I’ve rec’d in the past, so feel free to scroll my tag for more details and consider this list an extra endorsement 😅)

2019 - (drops basket full of love for mutuals) OOPS OOPS OOPS!!! Don’t mind me, just popping in with some “Let’s Get Married” by sagesprouts and “Anthropocene” by testosterogna, nothing to see here but some classic natsunao shenanigans and one of the sickest elemental bender AUs out there 😌✨ I also have some fics from Svana saved from this year, but I’ll be mentioning her again later so hold on okay!!

2020 - alright, now the list is getting longer with everyone jumping back in during the early pandemic days 🏃🏻‍♀️SO FIRST OFF “green eyes, you’re the one I wanted to find” by infinite_always is an absolute FLUFF FEST of a soulmate AU! Unbearably tender moments but who doesn’t love that every so often? OH AND we have another one of my all-time ultimate fic recs here!! “Reaching” by CupNoodles55 has shaped and reshaped how I look back at Eternal Summer in the way I’d want any great canon-compliant fic to. Big love for interlude scenes and extra bits that help recontextualize or deepen what a moment could’ve meant in the show. Gonna end off 2020 with “The Sea Aflame” by Dizzydodo because even though this urban fantasy story is unfinished, I was super drawn in by the prospects of dragon!Makoto and whatever god stuff was going on with Sousuke. An interesting universe I love thinking about again from time to time.

2021 - Starting off strong with “love on the water, love underwater (and so on)” by rudimentaryflair because we love introspection here!!! Lovely writing style with lines that make me want to scale the walls. This take on Makoto is so so special. Also gonna rec “To Clear Away Today” by suhmayzooka (omg hiiii) if you want to be thrown into another hard-hitting intricate AU with loads of potential. Love exploring what we’ve got to see of the world so far 💞 and OOOH IT’S TIME!! “Extraordinary” by Svana_Vrika is basically canon to me at this point. Svana has a lot of sweet shorter stories with Makoto and Haru (look here, look here), but this one is everythinggg my guy. Similar appeal to “Reaching” mentioned earlier: a story of interludes that bring the story we already know to life in a delightful new way. Required reading for mhtokyo fans forreal. ONE LAST ONE OKAY!! “Teacher” by VeloxVoid is a great future fic with teacher!Makoto and artist!Haru (and I’m not biased just bc it was a gift exchange for me with details fit to my specific tastes wdym🧍🏻). Domestic blisssss

2022 - Ooh we’ve almost caught up y’all ☺️ gonna start with “All This and Heaven Too” by SocksAreArgyle because sometimes the bestie crafts a smorgasbord of smut with a delicious throughline of character/relationship development baked in. If you want your choice of spicy makoharus or some character exploration, you’re SET with this one. Next is “I Let My Heart Go” by martincrieff because sometimes the bestie looks at poor pining Makoto and goes “you know what would be messed up?” AND I JUST !!! So full of love and now full of flower petals. Hanahaki!Makoto my dearest boy!! Aaaand ending off the year with some tender mh (to Ikuya’s detriment) in “The Night Train” by Lizzyboo. They’re so softtt with each other and UGH this story is so nice. Love watching people take the crumbs from FS/FS2 and make a meal 💜

2023 - The year is young! And old! So here’s some more, with who knows how many bangers yet to come 🎉 First going to throw in the Makoharu Week 2023 collection for your perusal because I saw some fantastic stories emerge from that event. If you have twitter, I’d recommend also seeing some of the threadfics posted over there from the event as well 💚💙 and I thiiink I’m gonna close off for now with “just like it was always meant to be” by tonfea because they’ve been putting out banger stories that deserve all the love. Haru introspection is one of those things that isn’t always done very well (which is especially hard to reckon with in older fics) but tonfea’s stories all have an intimate understanding about Haru’s mind and journey that just makes sense.

Alright hello we made it to the end!!! Might’ve thrown in more than expected but I hope makoharu enjoyers find something on this list that fits their fancy 🥲 (and if anyone wants to rec something or ramble about a story here that they loved I’m all ears)

#fic recs #makoharu #oops all makoharu #a wonderful stroll through the past decade #(also I didn’t tag people but quite a few of the people I mentioned are here so uhh hiiiiii)#thanks for sending <3 #anonymous

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stonebricks-mcytstuff · 2 years

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I absolutely love the Hermitcraft kingdom arc they’re doing right now because my brain is getting so many ideas (this became really long so I put them all under the read more)

We’ve got:

A sad pathetic wet dog of a king. Trying so hard to become menacing and enforcing rules but his pathetic vibes just overshadow his “kingliness”. If the pathetic hermit survey ever makes a comeback he would absolutely be my first option on there. Also his establishment of a new type of currency (~Royal Emeralds~) because his diamond coffers are empty is giving me DerpCoin flashbacks and I see absolutely no issue with this uh huh no siree this will go down well in Hermitcraft, a diamond currency server, mhmm, no problems here at all chief

A yes man with a knife ready to stab you in the back, the kingmaker Bdubs has once again put another person on a position of power that he is actually the true owner of. This scrunkly moss man has enamored me with his really obvious “villainous henchman who is ready to replace his boss any moment” vibes and honestly you go king— I mean, Royal Architect, sir

A king’s court that are like, one second away from taking the throne away from Ren themselves. 4/6 of them were at the Xisuma party (Bdubs, Cleo, Joe, and Cub) and yet only Bdubs was the only one who owned up to it. Their loyalties to the King are on absolute thin ice that I won’t be surprised if several (or all of them) become moles for any resistance brewing up on the server (or pull an Eret and betray Ren for like, The Perimeter or something). Cub’s video has most them ready to jump ship (or attempt regicide) during the part where King Ren is asking for their loyalty and paying them with ~Royal Emeralds~ so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Plus, the king’s court and the lack of diamonds in his vault isn’t even the only issue that our king has, we’ve also got:

Menace #1: Pesky Bird himself. I absolutely love that he is aware that we’re expecting a resistance from him, and his N.A.R. bit is very funny because it feels like he would break any second now and just pull out a resistance plan board behind the N.A.R. wall (not to mention his Rift thing because his way of telling a story with the AU Grumbot slaps)

Menace #2: Just a Tomato Farmer, Docm77, ruler of the independent state of the Perimeter. Honestly he feels like an overpowered supervillain who got bored of being a villain, so he got a piece of land that he could use for tomato farming and other farms that are gamebreaking but mostly for fun, but now King RentheKing is pulling the tyrant arc and Doc is like “whoops, time to go back to being super evil, I guess” and just pulls a L’manberg arc but he’s the overpowered one in the situation so what is Ren even going to do about him? Also, his Goat Tapes and the Perimeter National Anthem are ABSOLUTE BANGERS I highly recommend giving those a listen if you want to hear cool music alongside gamebreaking

Menaces #3, #4, & #5: the Soup Group. I’m not even surprised that Impulse, capitalist CEO of several shops on the server, is the first to take a stand against King Ren “thy must throw your diamonds into the pit” the King. Pearl “cleaning lady who likes to make soup but my past life is an absolute wet cat of a serial killer and a queen who will kick your ass” is also not a person that I’m surprised about. Gem, however, has that “my friends are doing this thing so I might as well join them” vibes and I love that for her. Also, GeminiSlay will be fun to see right alongside the other two who are admittedly bloodthirsty in their own rights (though for Impulse an interesting thing to think about is how Bdubs being on the other side of this “conflict” affects his plans, seeing as the Life series is vaguely canon on Hermitcraft so that is also fun food for thought). In their trio meeting as well, the way that the three of them plan to do a resistance by annoying the king off the throne is top tier, and the way that their vibe is “We’re going to destroy a monarchy :D” is something that I want to see further because I want to imagine a future Hermitcraft episode where this trio has “Committing Regicide | Hermitcraft Season 9” in their episode titles and it is just them putting Ren in a death loop while still using their positive vibes voices (This is me just wanting to see more GeminiSlay, Unhinged 5AM Pearl, and also maybe a bloodthirsty Impulse, don’t mind me)

This isn’t even my entire rant I can keep going with the rest of the hermits but yeah I love Hermitcraft Season 9 so much any hermit posting a new video is a joy to watch (even if it isn’t Hermitcraft content because I am here for the content creators on Hermitcraft and not necessarily Hermitcraft content itself). I am that one guy who is camped at the Hermitcraft website and being excited when the “All Videos” section updates, don’t mind me kskskksksksks

#hermitcraft #king ren #rentheking #renthedog #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #zombiecleo #joe hills #cubfan135 #grian #docm77 #soup trio #soup group #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #sb rambles

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Begin Again - Part 3

Well, welcome to the next part. Let’s see how Koss handles his new acquaintance.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

Part 1 here. Part 2 here.

~*~

Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: There will be smuttier stuff in later chapters, but this is going to be a slow burn.]

Warnings: Mild angst, mild pining, mentions of nudity, Koss is oblivious, so is the reader, cultural differences, mildly suggestive language.

~*~

Koss straightened his tunic and readjusted his grip on the bottle in his hand. Pressing the Ensign’s door chime, the architect prepared for an entirely new experience: dinner with a Human.

Under normal circumstances, offering food and drink was considered an overture in Vulcan society, but the Ensign had made it quite clear that this was simply her way of repaying a debt. He’d come to two realizations once he’d accepted her invitation.

The first was that he was disappointed that she hadn’t meant the invitation to be an overture in the first place. The second was that he had no logical reason to be disappointed over the former revelation. She was Human. He doubted any overtures or flirtations on her part would be intentional.

Their species were so different. Commander Tucker had made that quite clear when Koss met him. What troubled him was why he would be disappointed about the lack of flirtatious intention on her part. It implied an investment in her attentions that he simply didn’t have. He couldn’t.

He wasn’t quite certain whether this meal would be a positive event or a negative one. He’d heard quite a bit about Humans from others of his species who’d worked with them or encountered them, and everything brought him to the conclusion that Humans were chaotic. Even the Ensign’s behavior with I’Tol had been unconventional. He still needed to ask her about the strange way she’d been speaking that morning.

When the door slid open, however, Koss caught sight of a pair of bright eyes that quickly wiped his mind blank. All potential topics of conversation and relevant comments he could make were swept away by the sight of his new neighbor smiling up at him.

What an odd phenomenon. He’d never experienced this sensation before.

“Hi, Koss! Come on in,” the Ensign said stepping aside to let him pass. With a polite nod, he stepped through the doorway and into the house that had been meant for a very different resident. Knocking those memories away with a swat of his suppression techniques, Koss stood a little straighter.

“I have brought a small bottle of Vulcan port. From what I have been told, our alcohol is stronger than yours, so I would recommend caution. While Vulcans do not drink often, we do make exceptions for special occasions. I thought it logical that we share a drink to welcome you to your new home,” he said offering her the bottle. The vintage was a good one, a fact that was due, in no small part, to his father’s former position in the High Command. He still wielded enough influence to obtain rare items from time to time.

Her eyes lit up, and Koss felt an odd constriction in his lungs. He could find no reason for his reaction, so he pushed it aside as she graciously accepted the port. When she went to retrieve glasses for them both, he took the liberty of examining her living space more closely.

There were a few small decorations in place, but it was quite clear to him that she had come here mostly with her clothes and just a few small mementos. There was, however, a prominently-displayed, framed image of her with Captain Archer, Ambassador Soval, and an Andorian with whom Koss was unfamiliar. One of the Captain’s hands was ruffling the Ensign’s hair while she leaned jauntily against the Andorian’s shoulder. Standing beside Archer, Soval seemed almost amused by their behavior. This was a rare photograph indeed.

“That was the last day I was aboard Enterprise. The Captain and Commander Shran wanted to give me a proper sendoff before I was stationed here on Vulcan with Soval.” Koss looked up to see the Ensign mere feet away holding two glasses. He hadn’t meant to be so obvious about his curiosity, but there was no logical reason to deny it now that she knew.

“I see. You appear to be close with your former shipmates.” Koss observed, turning to gauge her reaction. A fond smile stretched her lips.

“Yeah, we went through a lot together. These last few weeks have been an odd transition. I keep expecting to turn a corner in the Embassy and see Commander Shran or the Captain,” she admitted with a sheepish little laugh. “I know that’s not logical, but I got used to being around them.”

Koss followed her over to the table where she’d set two places.

“If I may ask, your previous career with Starfleet and your current occupation in the Embassy seem...very different. What made you desire the transition?”

“Oh, well, I actually started out at the Vulcan Embassy on Earth. My father had become acquainted with Soval through his work there, and I ended up learning diplomacy from both of them. My formal training was followed up with personal tutelage by Ambassador Soval, and when the Xindi situation arose, he recommended that I be placed on Enterprise,” she explained as he took a seat. Retrieving a few full bowls from the kitchen area, she laid them on the table as she continued her story. “I stayed on Enterprise until a couple of months ago, because that seemed like the best place for me at the time. Then Soval told me about an open position in the new Earth Embassy here on Vulcan. I jumped at the opportunity. Even though I made a lot of friends, life on a starship wasn’t exactly what I signed up for when I started my training.”

Something sparked in his memory. He’d been acquainted with Soval for quite some time.

“I assume you were the promising young apprentice the Ambassador mentioned several years ago. He speaks quite highly of you.” She paused in the middle of laying out dishes of food to look at him in surprise.

“Really? I always thought I fell rather short of his expectations,” she murmured almost to herself. Seemingly shaking herself out of that thought, she took her seat. “I had no idea that you knew the Ambassador. Apparently, everyone knows everyone here. Soval said he even knew the architect who designed this place.”

Halfway through opening the bottle of port, Koss glanced up at her. Did she not know? Curious about her opinion, he raised an eyebrow as he poured their drinks.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I made a few different things. Plomeek soup is to your left - I got the recipe while I was on Enterprise. Pok tar is in the center. This is my first time making that particular dish, so I can’t promise how traditional it is. The dish on the right is one from Earth called a Caprese salad.”

Her explanation was impressive. He hadn’t anticipated that she would go to such effort over a simple meal.

“It was quite unnecessary for you to go to such lengths, but I am grateful. Thank you.” Vulcans were taught not to complain as a guest at someone else’s table, so usually that meant suffering through a single dish, no matter how unpleasant.

“You’re very welcome,” she said as Koss served himself some of the pok tar. She poured a ladle of plomeek soup into her bowl.

“If I may ask, in regards to your new home, how would you assess the architect’s work?” Hearing truly honest feedback was a rare opportunity. If she didn’t know she was speaking to the man whose work she was critiquing, then she wouldn’t be afraid to tell him things she might not say to him otherwise.

“Well, I have to admit, I don’t know anything about Vulcan architectural norms, but this place is beautiful. A lot of thought and careful attention went into the layout and details of this home.” Koss sat a little straighter, trying not to seem too obviously pleased about the praise. “I wish I knew who they were so I could thank them in person for all the hard work they did and ask them a couple of questions.”

“I believe I can assist you. I am the architect responsible,” he stated, and her eyes widened. She froze with her spoon of plomeek soup half lifted to her lips.

“You? Oh, Koss, I had no idea or I would’ve come talk to you about it sooner.” She had obviously been curious about certain design points since she moved in, because, at an amusingly rapid rate, her questions came spilling out.

Holding up a hand and very nearly cracking a smile, Koss succeeded in halting her questions just long enough to attempt to answer them. Despite her earlier protestations about her lack of knowledge of Vulcan design, she was able to compare a few elements to some intriguing Human architectural parallels.

Once her curiosity was satisfied, the Ensign was able to answer a few of his questions regarding her own species’ designs. As they ate, Koss made a mental note to conduct further research on the topic the next time he had cause to travel to the Embassy. He had a few contacts there who would find it agreeable to obtain a few data PADDs for him.

“How have you found the transition between Earth’s climate and Vulcan’s? I have heard that Earth is quite different.” Koss changed the topic just as they were finishing off the last of the Caprese salad.

“I have to admit, that’s been the only really difficult change. Even Enterprise’s environmental controls were set to be similar to that of Earth. Vulcan is much hotter,” she explained. “Outside of showering, it’s been a little difficult to cool down.”

“Has the temperature of the underground spring been of no assistance to you?” At his question, she tilted her head. “Surely you were informed of the cavern below?”

“The what?”

Koss froze in the process of setting his empty glass back on the table. Had the Ambassador neglected to tell her of the most important feature of her new home? Had she been living here for nearly a week without any relief from the heat?

“May I show you?” He offered, and she eagerly accepted. Since they were both done with their meals, Koss stood and led the way to a door that was almost hidden behind the staircase.

Using the control panel, Koss opened the door for her and activated the lights for the stairwell. The descent was long, but not overly so - just enough to put the two of them well below the ground. When they neared the bottom, the light was much dimmer, but it soon gave way to a smooth, carved stone passage leading to a large, natural cavern. Embedded in the dark stone along the way were streaks of bioluminescent crystals which shone so brightly that additional lighting wasn’t needed to navigate.

A quiet gasp came from his companion when she caught sight of the sparkling pool of clear water before them. The crystal deposits were visible even from below the surface of the swirling liquid. A small waterfall came from the back wall of the cavern, keeping the pool filled with cool water.

The whole cavern wasn’t filled solely with water, though. A large swath of smooth, natural rock formations surrounded the spring, and against the wall to the left of the entrance they’d used was a small gathering of furnishings that Koss had set up long ago. There was a mass of soft cushions, a small comm unit in case one needed to answer a signal, and a small cluster of candles that Koss used to meditate. A small cabinet sat at the side which contained clean, dry towels.

He swallowed silently, not giving voice to his regrets regarding his original intentions for this space.

“Oh my god, I’ve been missing out on this? It’s breathtaking!” His new acquaintance exclaimed as he watched her step carefully into the space. Shoving the past aside, Koss allowed himself to focus on her reactions. “It’s too bad that I didn’t think to bring a bathing suit down here with me. It’d be nice to cool down after how hot it was today.”

“What is a...‘bathing suit’? I’ve never heard that term before.” Koss’s brow furrowed, and she turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s...well, it’s a garment you wear when you go swimming,” she said, but Koss just raised an eyebrow.

“Vulcans do not wear any clothes when we swim.” Rather alarmingly, her cheeks darkened several shades and she looked away from him. Had he said something to embarrass her? “Forgive me if I overstepped. Does the subject of nudity embarrass you?”

“No, it’s a natural thing, I...guess I just didn’t expect to be discussing it tonight.” Her voice shook just enough to concern him. Before he could ask her about it, however, she changed the subject. “Where does that lead to?”

On the far end directly opposite where Koss and the Ensign stood was a twin staircase carved in the stone.

“Just as your home has access to the spring, so does mine,” he answered before showing her how to access the panel to the communications unit in case she needed it. “If you prefer privacy for your use of the spring, I’m certain we can work out a schedule. Usually, my own use of this space is limited to evening meditation, but that does vary occasionally.”

“Oh no, I’m perfectly fine being down here with you. I don’t require extra privacy unless you do.” His stomach performed a startling little flip when she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. The words he was about to say were seemingly caught in his throat.

Clearly he needed to make an appointment with his physician. He must be unwell.

“Neither do I,” he eventually choked out as he mentally tamped down several less-than-appropriate thoughts. “Forgive me. I have taken up enough of your time. I will take my leave of you now. Thank you for your hospitality this evening.”

“No problem. It was my pleasure, Koss. Thank you for allowing me a chance to get to know you better,” she replied with a bright smile.

He gave her a polite nod of his head before bidding her goodnight, carefully stepping around her, and making his way toward the opposite staircase.

Later that evening when he was meditating, Koss couldn’t find peace. His mind kept returning to his evening with the Ensign. She’d proven quite definitively that Humans were more witty and charming than he’d thought they could be. Rumors about Humans being barbarians were seemingly just that: rumors - unfounded gossip started and perpetuated by those who had not taken the time to get to know the people whom they were so summarily judging.

Commander Tucker had suggested that Koss broaden his horizons, and his opportunity to do so was now his next-door neighbor. Perhaps one day she would even consider him a friend. Her disposition was clearly gentle enough to allow for such a closeness to develop.

And her eyes... They were even more arresting than he remembered them to be from his previous encounters with her. Every time he allowed his own eyelids to close, all Koss saw was her smile and the joy in her eyes when he’d told her that he was the one who designed her home.

Giving up on meditation after a long hour filled only with daydreams, he set an appointment with his doctor for the next day and attempted sleep. Clearly, he was ill in some way if a simple smile was enough to unsettle him this severely.

#deepspacedukat fic #koss x reader #Koss of Vulcan #Koss the Vulcan Architect

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Betrayal {CH-Jeonghan}

~part 1~

Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Romance, Royal!AU

1.3k words

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“You go little sis, I wish I was as lucky as you are.”

Lucky, right. Easy for him to say. He was going to marry the person he loved, or at least got the chance to do so. You didn't think yourself lucky, getting married off and sent away.

Mingyu kissed your head and hugged you tight. You kind of wished he'd never let go, would refuse to you going away. Then you could stay and everything would be alright. But his safe arms let you go anyway. Traitor.

Your mother had told you the news about two weeks ago during dinner. Your brother thought it wonderful, prince Jeonghan was a wonderful man, he trusted he would be good to you. And you were sure he was right. But getting married? You didn't even know him.

Yes, you had met him at a party once or twice. As you got old enough you sometimes were allowed to go to royal parties as long as you stayed close to your big brother. And seeing as prince Jeonghan and Mingyu were friends, like how all the other royal princes seemed to be friends, you had been introduced. And, sure, he did seem nice. But marrying him? Had your mother lost her mind?

So you had yelled before walking out the dining room. A thing your mother had not appreciated. You treat the queen with respect, even if she is your mother.

But she just threw you away. Sold you to the first buyer. You weren't an item or nice accessory, you were a human. A person.

The day you left, Mingyu had tried his best to keep in his tears. He thought you marrying the future king of Aegiburg was wonderful, but you were still the little sister he wanted to protect from harm. And now you were going to live on the other side of Pledis.

You hadn't cried. You couldn't. You had done so before and you were over it. You were pissed, didn’t say goodbye to your mother and just took off.

You didn’t look at your maid the entire way. Though the journey was long and you were seated beside her in the limo, you had turned your head away looking out the window. But you didn’t see anything, lost in your own thoughts.

Your maid, Soyi, had tried to converse with you multiple times and you appreciated how hard she tried. You couldn't imagine this to be easy for her.

But you were pissed, and had to show someone you were. She was the unlucky person who was with you. Yes, you realized if anyone couldn't help your current situation it was her. And yes, you realized you were really mean and you should appreciate her by your side and that you should focus your anger on your mother. But she wasn’t here. So your maid would just have to endure it.

“We’re almost there, your highness.” Soyi said hesitantly. It was the first thing she had said in about half an hour, you greatly appreciated her staying quiet. It gave you room to think.

“Hmm.” was your response.

She held the door open for you as the limo stopped in front of the villa of Aegiburg. But this was not at all what you had expected. The castle of Min Ate, where you came from, was nothing like this.

You knew Aegiburg was known for its many architects but the building itself was a piece of art. The white pillars were circled by roses in a pink color, leading all the way up to the roof of the front porch. The stairs leading up to the entrance of the building were layered with a red kind of carpet, guards stood beside it.

On top of the stairs stood a man you didn't recognize. He wasn't very tall, his shoulders were broad and his eyes stood very friendly. You were confused, this wasn't prince Jeonghan.

You forced a fake smile on your face as you walked up the stairs, maid behind you, limo, with all your luggage, driving on.

The man joyfully came walking towards you, bowing.

“Princess,” he greeted. He gestured to the villa “welcome to our noble home. Prince Jeonghan is currently finishing some things, he'll be with us shortly. I'm his butler Jiwon.”

“It is an honor.”

What kind of prince didn't greet his guests? Didn't greet his betrothed?

Jiwon escorted you inside the building, leading you through the hall, your maid following you silently.

“Did you have a nice journey?” he asked to break the awkward silence between you two.

“Terrific.” you answered, sarcasm dripping from the words.

“Oh. Good.”

It was silent for a bit, until you broke the silence “I must say this is a gorgeous building. You have great interior and exterior designers…” you weren't sure why you made an effort to converse, you just didn't want your first impression to be rude.

He smiled proudly “Thank you, I must say I agree. I think it's a lovely place to live, I hope you will experience it that way as well.”

After some silence Jiwon cleared his throat and smiled again “So… would you like a tour around the villa..?”

You didn’t respond, you really did not want a tour around the villa. You just wanted this day to be over. But you didn't want to tell him that. You were trying to think of an excuse to get out of this tour.

“...so you'll know where everything is…” he added carefully to once again break the awkward tension.

You turned to look at him “You know, I'm actually really tired from the long journey… Maybe you could show me to my room?” you tried to sound sincere and not as if you wanted to get away from everyone. But all you wanted was to get some time to take everything in.

He seemed perplexed for a fraction of a second before blinking twice “Of course, please follow me.” he started walking again “You’ll be staying in a guest room for the time being. Since the wedding is in two weeks and after that your highness and prince Jeonghan both move to the master bedroom, where the king and queen sleep, that seemed like the most reasonable thing. But don't worry, we prepared the best room for you. The prince his favorite one…”

The room he brought you to sure was gorgeous, bigger than your room in Min Ate. It was the perfect mixture of modern and classic, creating its own, wonderful style. You wouldn't mind it if this would be your room for the rest of your time here. You couldn't possibly imagine sharing a room with prince Jeonghan.

“Your luggage will be brought up shortly.” Jiwon announced “I hope the room is to your liking.”

You nodded, not looking at him.

He turned to Soyi “If you'd walk with me miss, I'll show you your room as well, and we have to go over the rules and ways here at villa Aegiburg.”

Soyi nodded, you saw her look away to hide her blush. You couldn't blame her: Jiwon was good looking and very charming.

“But my lady..?” She gestured to you, indicating she wasn't sure if she was allowed to leave you.

You had walked over to the bed and slowly sat down on it. Soft, but not too soft. Just right.

“Go.” You said shortly. She had to know where her room was after all and you could very well handle yourself. What did she expect you to do? Run away? …Could you?

She still hesitated but went with Jiwon anyway “We'll be right back, your highness.”

You wanted them to stay away as long as possible.

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ february 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 11 606

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue; The Gemini Heist; and a Third, Secret WIP

proudest accomplishment: i'm about halfway through with AR1 draft 2! and i finished like, a bunch of drawings

books read: Architects of Memory by Karen Osborne; All Systems Red (Murderbot Diaries #1) by Martha Wells;

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

why do i feel like i wrote a lot less than i actually did. like i looked at my total and thought "now that can't be right... there's no way i wrote that much."

things are going better for some wips (AR) than they are for others (GH) so maybe my head is cancelling it out lol.

reading comments: Architects of Memory was basically "a corporate war over alien weapons featuring messy sapphics in space" and i liked it but it wasn't quite a coup de coeur, 4/5 stars. All Systems Red was an absolute delight, 5/5 stars, will be reading the rest of the series once my holds on Libby come through.

(also i started reading Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo this past weekend, and i blame it + it's precursor Ninth House for putting me in the mood to work on Third Secret WIP lately, as Ninth House is partially responsible for the genre shift in Third Secret WIP.)

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

i'm about halfway through this draft! i've passed 40k this month!

things are going super well. when i have the magical combo of time and energy and motivation to write i can get through scenes pretty easily, now that i don't have to worry about overall plot as much. plus i get to add little things here and there to beef it up.

i've mostly worked on the second act this month, which is where the team really starts going through things together.

there's one particular Azami chapter right before the midpoint that's a monster of lore-dropping. i had to rework it several times as i had an entire page of editing notes to make sure everything is coherent... and i'm still not entirely sure i've gotten it right 😭

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (outlining / draft 0.5)

not much to say about this one. didn't work on it as much. the plot for this wip continues to frustrate me. i'll find myself coming up with little ideas for the characters and the world... but when i try to sit down and come up with actual scenes and plot, my brain turns to soup.

☆ COMMENTS: THIRD, SECRET WIP

this wip is consuming me. devouring me with its teeth. i'm surprised to find i may actually have a plot. turns out letting it hibernate for 3 years and tweaking with the genre has done some good.

i might cave and post an intro in the next month. stay tuned...

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

this is from the like, one scene i wrote for gemini heist this month. i just think it's funny. for context, Leo and Gabi are trying to get access to some archives in a university library, and are posing as students.

As [Leo and the archivist] talked, Gabi slipped her hand into the pocket of her ridiculous jacket. Her fingers closed around a small round device. She glanced around. While Leo was doing a great job at keeping the archivist distracted, the commotion had caught the attention of nearly everyone in the room.

Just be normal, she told herself. She inched her hand out of her pocket.

“Which archives exactly do you need access to?” [the archivist] asked.

“Art of the early Viheldan Empiric era,” Leo said. “My paper is on the Gemini statuettes.”

“Ah, that might be why. You need a special authorization form from a professor or another faculty member to access those.”

Leo pouted. “But my professor said he got access for me!”

“Perhaps you can message him—”

“Ugh— can’t you just call him right now and ask? I don’t have time for this.”

“Alright. I’ll give him a call.”

Shit. Gabi wasn’t ready. She fumbled to take out the device, concealing it as best as she could in the palm of her hand. All she needed was to place it on the archivist’s computer terminal without him seeing a thing before he made that call.

The archivist’s fingers hovered over the screen for a second before pressing an icon at the bottom. With a starburst motion of his hand, he expanded a search window and began typing in the name of the professor. Panicking, Gabi slammed the device in her hand onto the side of the terminal.

The already quiet room went completely silent. All eyes turned towards her. The archivist’s were wide and stunned. Leo’s were sharp and furious.

“I, uh,” Gabi sputtered, awkwardly keeping her hand glued to the terminal. The device whirred to life, vibrating softly under her palm. “I-I thought I saw a bug.”

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some more relationships, dynamics, plots, etc. i would love to explore ♥ pls reply with your favourite emoji and i’ll sprint to you via dms with snacks !

part 1. part 2. (both of these were originally made for jiwon’s golden verse, before any others existed, but a lot of them could also be set in jiwon’s other verses!)

bitter verse:

playing house — imagine how much more damage julien could do with the help of someone with the same M.O. and an equally flexible moral compass. they’re a carefully crafted pair, built together from the ashes of their former selves. under the guise of siblings, they’re on a mission to destroy wannabe emperors with their own secrets. and this trust runs deeper than any blood-bond, but even that is not infinite. compromise the work for which julien has shed immeasurable blood, sweat, and tears, and he’ll make sure you never show your face in public again. (pretend siblings!! how far will they go to accomplish their goal? what happens when one of them takes things too far? and if one of them suddenly pivots and their loyalty is swayed?)

the architect — your muse helped erase ████ from existence. then they constructed the masterpiece and ticking time bomb that is julien beauchamp. your muse and julien have too much dirt on each other to even consider betrayal, but that doesn’t mean they can’t still get upset and snap at each other from time to time. will there come a time when enough is enough? might your muse still think ████ is in there somewhere, even after they destroyed him with their own hands? when julien inevitably dies for his cause, where does that leave your muse? (old friends turned icy colleagues?? basically strangers??? maybe your muse knew ████ from childhood? they knew what julien was getting into, but did they expect things to come this far?)

surprise, bitch — julien hates your muse’s guts. he wants to gouge out their eyes, string them up by their intestines, and set them on fire for the city to watch. during brunch, he’s thinking about shoving the salad fork down their throat while laughing over a story they think he’s even remotely interested in. they’re BFFs, number one in each other’s gossip chain. julien puts up with your muse’s insulting existence because they don’t remember him as ████. they only know him as julien beauchamp, bird-boned socialite with an eye for fashion and an unfortunate (but perfectly understandable) taste for troublemakers with shiny cars. and that’s fine. you’ll remember him soon enough. (GOD i just really want to explore the ugly thoughts in juli’s head. he is full of so much hate, and i want him pushed to the edge. maybe your muse is directly related to the hit-and-run, or maybe a close relative; either way, they’re equally guilty in juli’s eyes. and he wants them dead.)

it’s you — they make a nice couple. sweet, inoffensive. they go on regular dates, celebrate monthaversaries, send surprise gifts. the whole shebang. there may even be articles online delving into the details of how they met, what sparked the fire, some late-night rendezvous here and there. it’s all very cute. but once julien has gotten what he wants, he doesn’t need your muse anymore. it’s not you; it’s me. (it’s you.) it’s time to move on. ♥ (julien using your muse to gain information or access to someone more important!! it could be very sweet, but julien doesn’t really care that your muse is heartbroken over a relationship he didn’t care about. or it could turn into something more sinister. hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.)

otherside verse:

i’ll teach you — jiwon won’t last much longer at this rate. half the time he’s high on whatever he can get his hands on, and his already limited friendships are hanging by a thread. one day, soon, he’ll snap and won’t come back for a third trial. luckily, your muse understands better than most what jiwon is going through. they share their tricks with him, teach him how to tackle the voices coaxing him to the edge. even if it doesn’t work all the time, they’ve at least bought jiwon a little more time to heal. (this is me shaking a lil tin can and yelling ‘save jiwon!’ you know that scene in stranger things where max realises people are there for her? that they want to help her no matter the risks? yeah that pls !!)

kindred spirits — when you attend therapy together for some number of months (or has it been years?), you tend to learn things about each other. the ugliest parts. the stories that would otherwise never see the light of day. there are rules during group. greetings, guided discussion, share if you’d like, then closing statements. but outside, in the real world? what are you supposed to do? (our muses attending the same group therapy sessions! what does your muse do when they know jiwon overdosed two years ago, and now they’re watching him buy shit on the street the day before the next meeting? i just kdljfkd want those knowing looks during therapy and let our muses get to know each other beyond the stories they tell in group.)

#wishlist #v: bitter.#v: otherside.

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