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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 5 months

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Tom Riddle x reader - blurb/how you(blank) because i need to write SOMETHING

How you meet - During 5th year, its a simple paired potions assignment and you end up getting paired with Tom. he's polite and charming of course, one must be to gain allies, even if they are...less, in his view.

How you gain his attention- Oddly, you don't pay attention to him like most of the girls do(frtho we all be drooling over him and blushing), you just get your work done and be polite. it gains his attention because 'whomst? doesn't react to my charms and face? i must find out the cause'. mans likes a puzzle to solve.

How it starts- he starts hanging around to try and solve the puzzle of you, he wants to know everything, every weakness and every tiny piece about the person who caught his attention. he surmises that he'll lose interest at some point once he learns enough/gains your attention like the other girls always give him. but the longer he hangs around, the more...comfortable he gets. he finds himself gravitating towards you, not really realizing whats happening until its already too late.

How he realizes- during another potions class, Slughorn was reviewing Amortentia and Tom smelled a particular scent that had him reeling back-his eyes going wide and ears turning pink. it was your perfume/shampoo/cologne/body wash/whatever. a smell he had gotten way too acquainted with over the last few months. (yes it takes him literal months to get to this point he is not a love at first sight kinda guy, he has to have some sort of connection) and he has a bit of a breakdown-because haha-WHAT!?

What happens after the realization- He distances himself right away, practically cuts contact. doesn't look at you, doesn't speak to you unless he HAS to. just goes cold turkey. right away he misses you and is just like *AHHHHHHHHHHHHH* but internally...this only lasts about two weeks before he decides 'fuck i miss them' and just stares at you for a good while before he gains to courage to go up to you and start talking again. he keeps his cool, of course he does, but inside he is screaming.

How he confesses- its right before summer break of 5th year, yes he takes forever to confess and he does it right before everyone leaves for the summer, just in case he gets rejected and doesn't have to look you in the eye until the next school term. For once he's fumbling over his words and he cant keep eye contact, his face slowly turning red as you stare at him with a small smile. depending on how you react, he'll either leave with a hidden smile or the STUPIDEST grin he's ever worn, or will wear. the grin will be if you kiss him on the cheek.

When you both come back for 6th year- Oh-he is NERVOUS-he didn't even know he COULD BE nervous. his hands are shaking slightly and he cannot focus on anything he is just so nervous about seeing you again. he hides it well, blank face and everything, but he moment he sees you at the train station, and you smile at him, he cannot help but smile back because holy shit they like me back and i wasn't delusional

lowkey i hc Tom is insecure in relationships(genuine ones)

How he is in a relationship- it takes him a long time to get properly comfortable. pulls back from any pda and wont even let you hold his hand. you can hold his sleeve or something but hand? nope. he's just so unused to being touched in a loving way that he's-almost grossed out by it? but once he finally starts to settle? ooooh he is the cuddliest thing on planet earth. feral cat that felt the loving touch of their human and now will never let them go. pda is at a minimum but now you're always holding hands in some way, pinkies interlocked and everything. study dates are the main dates, but he wont mind a date at the three broomsticks once in a while, as long as you find a quiet corner to hang out in semi-privately. will help you with homework but has to be offered something(wink wink just kidding its candy.) Major! sweet tooth, you could make him commit murder with the offer of sweets(lets be fr he wouldn't need candy to commit murder) jealous! jealous jealous jealous! and possessive, no one is allowed to talk to you, not with out several interviews from Tom and being cleared after taking a written exam on why they wouldn't try anything on his boy/girl.

loves to see you in his hoodies/sweaters, thinks its the best way other than hickeys to mark his territory. will happily give up all his hoodies to make sure everyone knows that you're his.

side note; i see so many tik toks(Slytherin boys react n stuff) that make him super threatening and menacing and willing to kill during the Hogwarts years. like he's smart. really fucking smart. he wouldn't risk anything just for someone he cares a lot about, torture? yes. kill? no. he's not stupid. he's not going to get caught over a stupid boy who gets handsy. will he later kill that idiot after graduation? yes, but during school? when Dumbledore is around to keep an eye on him? no. he's not stupid. he's not a murder machine, he's homicidal not stupid.

Anyway back to the point

Other relationship stuff-

Would take a long time to get to the point were he wants to go past kissing, hell it takes him forever to kiss you for the first time-like legit three months into the relationship. he would do knuckle/hand kisses and cheek kisses here and there-but it takes months for you guys to kiss properly for the first time. but anyway's he had never been attracted to anyone before you and takes a long time to get sexually active with you, mans is a virgin-everyone makes him a playboy and i look at his ass and go 'that man has never touched a girl a day in his life'.

So he learns with you, once he starts? oh yes he goes full horn dog. he is insatiable! cant keep his hands off you in private/semi-private. is pretty vanilla at first but he finds a spicy book and is very intrigued. learns he has a breeding kink very quickly and is very into choke play and control.

First and last love, if you ever leave him(haha you wont), he will probably never get attached to anyone romantically ever again.

Very protective and will keep you out of his 'darker' business, like the chamber and his followers and plans, wants to keep you innocent, to have something that isn't total darkness and evil. now if you're into that kinda thing he wont stop you, but he will keep you away from it all just in case.

Cold hands-will warm them up between your thighs-thick or not.

Has naturally curly hair, and only lets you see it-everyone else gets the polished hair gel look. it took him months to let you see it-but once you proclaim your love for his natural hair-he makes it a point to let you see/play with it before he puts his gel in/after he washes his hair at night.

can and will fall asleep on you, esp. if you're playing with his hair or scratching his scalp/neck, arms fully wrapped around you and konked out, very cute panther lookin ass.

steals ur pillows and switches it with his(he has good pillows and washes his bed sheets/pillow cases routinely)

mayhaps have stolen one of your blankets...you're not getting it back.

will help you do any homework you have trouble with, might even let you copy his homework for a price(wink wink fr this time)

by the end of 7th year, and you're still together, fully plans to buy a ring and marry you. no doubts about it.

#tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #harry potter fanfiction #blub fic #what he does how it happens fic #feels good to write and post something #yes im still writing wild uncharted writers #I DONT KNOW HOW TO END IT #i did a spring ball thing in my chat ai fic but idk really waht to do for the fic

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spahhzy · 1 year

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I got an idea for angst Dragonslayer/Lancaster. What if Jaune was with one of them and it was going good. But because of something one of them said the relationship ends. They feel sad about what they said and they go to apologize to Jaune to get back with him. But they found out that the month they were separated the sister hooked up with him. Turns out that they also had feelings for Jaune but stepped aside to let their sister be with him. But now that they split up she decides to go out with him herself. You can pick which sister is which. But it leads to angst in all parts.

Let's see what I can cook up anon~

It was really their first fight together as a couple and somehow their last as a couple.

Ruby wasn't sure how the argument started, but all she knew it ended with her trying to use Penny's death as some cheap attack followed up by her telling Jaune that they should take a break from each other.

Jaune, for his part, was stunned and didn't even say anything when she brought up Penny, but he tried to stop Ruby from breaking up with him he really did, but Ruby, it seems, wanted space and in the end he gave her what she wanted.

And for a good month to almost two months, she had that space.

In those two months or so, Ruby was able to do things she wanted to do, and at first, she found it fun, but as time went on... she started to get lonely.

She missed the morning routines with Jaune. She would be the first he would message a 'good morning' text from, and when they met up in the hallway, he would always lift her up and spin her around before giving her a kiss, was it cheesy sure but god did it make her heart soar...

No longer does she get that now, and as it turns out, she really... really missed kissing him.

"But I'll fix that today!" Ruby said to herself as she got ready for the day ahead.

She would ask Jaune if they could get back together.

To try again.

She loves him, and this time apart only reaffirmed that.

Blake and Weiss were still asleep, but surprisingly, the only one not in bed was her sister Yang.

"That's odd...hmm, maybe she went to the gym?" Shrugging her shoulders, Ruby got ready for the day of classes. She would meet Jaune in the hallway shortly. That way, she could initiate first contact.

Stepping out of the RWBY room, she waited in the hall for Jaune to come out of the dorm...

She waited for a good twenty minutes, but still no Jaune, her teammates all went ahead to class, and even Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha all left the dorm, but no Jaune.

Was he sick or something?

Deciding not to go inside, she just made her way to class, still trying to figure out if Jaune was okay.

She should text him and make sure, maybe that's the best way to strike up conversation!

Ruby pulled out her scroll and typed a message to Jaune before sending it to him and just waited.

She finally made it to her room when she heard Yangs laughter chorus through the classroom, and Ruby walked in and was surprised at the sight she saw.

There was Yang sitting next to Jaune, who had a smile on his face, Yang also was sporting a bright smile as her shoulders rubbed up against Jaune own.

"Two tired!" Yang laughed at the joke. Jaune made.

"You got some good jokes, my dear not so Noodle Knight," Yang teased, and Jaune just blushed, and this caused Ruby to feel a sharp pang in her chest.

"Well... I had a good teacher, after all, " Jaune said, winking to Yang whomst blushed and then Yang spotted Ruby at the door.

"Oh, Ruby, hey!" Yang waved, and Jaune just looked at her before waving as well.

Ruby just waved back the ever-present pang in her chest still there.

"What was with all that just now?" She thought to herself, she didn't let it get too her though.

Jaune wasn't sick!

So he must have gotten up early as well like Yang...

Ruby shook her head it was just a coincidence, nothing more.

Once class was over, she would talk with Jaune and try to mend and make things right.

"Good morning class, who's ready to hear the story of a time when I-" Port came walking into class already to start storytelling, Ruby groaned...this would be awhile....

"And that is how I conquered the Grimm pancake with nothing but two goats and unicycle!"

Riiing!

Ruby jolted awake as she saw everyone begin to pack up their things and get ready for lunch.

She looked around for Jaune, but he was already heading out the door.

This was her chance.

Gathering her bag, Ruby chased Jaune out into the hall.

"Jaune, wait!" Ruby shouted, to which Jaune just stopped and turned around.

"Oh hey, Ruby," Jaune greeted flatly and his eyes a dull blue, something which didn't go unnoticed to Ruby.

"So uhm...uh how have you been?" She asked nervously, mentally cursing herself as she wondered where all the confidence she had in the morning went?

"Been alright, I guess. I can't complain. " he simply and Ruby deflated some more. Usually, he was more open with his day.

"O-oh, that's good!" She said, and he just nodded.

"How have you been?" He asked with the tilted of his head, something she always found incredibly cute.

"I've been okay as well... but I could be better, " She said to him.

" Oh, what's wrong?" He asked, and Ruby's heart beat fast in her chest.

This was it, this is where she would confess and own up to her mistake and try to get back together with him.

"It's just I've mi-"

"Hey Jaune!" Came a voice from behind Ruby, who turned around to reveal it was Yang. She ran up to the both of them, and she was carrying two helmets.

"Oh hey, Ruby, sorry to interrupt but just needed to make sure Jaune got his helmet," She said to Ruby, who looked at Yang and nodded while mentally shouting how she just ruined her moment!

"Don't forget this lover boy...I'll see you later on," and with that, she winked at him and handed him the helmet before waving goodbye to Ruby and proceeded to walk in the opposite directions.

Ruby just sighed before turning around to return her focus back to Jaune she was ready to talk but stopped as she saw Jaune just look at Yang walking away with a smile on her face...but what really got her was his eyes.

His eyes just shone brightly... and Ruby could only gasp.

He eyes always shine whenever they are together, like the bright blue sky!

"Oh sorry Rubes uh did you say something?" Jaune asked, to which Ruby looked back at him, his eyes no longer shining anymore.

"Uhm, oh uh no, it's nothing, never mind...so what are you and Yang doing?" She asked meekly as she started feeling very sad.

"Oh, the helmet? Well, Yang came up to me a month ago about wanting to ride motorcycles, and she said she would train me. " A month ago....so he has been hanging out with Yang, and she was teaching him to ride a motorcycle?

"O-oh, that seems like a fun time..." She said and Jaune nodded.

"Yeah, we're actually supposed to go on a cruise later. She is gonna let me drive this time, and she rides shotgun. " Ruby felt even more sadness well up within her, riding shotgun usually meant..

Ruby's lip trembled.

"So is there anything you need? You said you 'could be better' what was that all about?" He asked, but Ruby was in her own little world wondering how things could have gone so wrong.

"Hey Ruby you ok-"

"Can we get back together?" Ruby said suddenly much to Jaune surprise.

"Huh?"

"I-I miss you Jaune...miss our talks, our hugs the kisses, and cuddles...I..I fucked up...I didn't mean to bring up Penny like that" She said to him as tears welled up in her eyes.

"These two months without you...I won't lie, it started out great... but I just felt empty as time went on, and in that time, I reflected and realized how much I love and miss you. " There she let it all out.

"So...can we please... try again...please?" She looked at him with tears rolling down her eyes.

Jaune just looked at her and sighed before giving her a hug. The hug lasted a good minute, and Ruby could feel all the warmth of the world in that one single gesture. It gave her hope, maybe just maybe things could be fixed!

"I'm sorry, but...I there's someone else now"

And with that, Ruby's heart shattered.

#ruby rose #jaune arc #yang xiao long #rwby lancaster #dragonslayer

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technically-a-writer-technically · 4 months

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remember to do the biphobia/queer hangout post!!

i rlly wanna read it!!<3

Assumption Make an Ass Out of You

Prompt by @whomst-the-hell: steve always knew he was queer fic where steve keeps trying to invite himself to Queer Hangouts w eddie and robin and they keep being like “uhhhh this isnt really your scene…” until steve is finally like “listen i get it ok theres all this fucking stigma but you two are the last people i expected this from!” and eddie and robin are like “youre a very good ally and we appreciate it but the truth is you just cannot relate to some of our experiences and you need to accept that!” and then steve is like “woooaaaahhh hold on i think we’re having two different conversations. i thought you were doing that thing gay ppl do sometimes where they treat bi people like we arent really queer or whatever. did you guys genuinely think i was heterosexual? lol that’s embarrassing”

Gave it a spelling and grammar check before putting it on A03: Assumption Make an Ass Out of You - technically-a-writer-technically (RegularRainbow) - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Eddie calls Robin: Birdie

Tags: Angsty, probably a bit ooc, they mean well, their tough love is tough though. Original Male Character/Steve Harrington. I tried learning 80s Slang for this, it lasted several hours and then I wrote this all-in-one sitting, so probably not 80s accurate, especially towards the end. Not beta read, we die like men.

1. Never met an Ally so Good

Tall, Olive Skin, Green Eyes, passed Steve a drink, something pink and yellow, blended ice, with a tiny umbrella and a cherry.

“I didn’t know what you were drinking, but I took my best guess” He said, smile bright as fluorescent lights. The guy was cute in a clinical type of way, clean cut, clean-shaven.

Steve smiled, took the straw from his melting ice in a cup, and gave it a taste, twisting the straw around his tounge. “Ah. Tastes Perfect,”

“Oh, you’re a real maneater aren’t you,” He slipped between Steve’s legs, resting his hands on either side of Steve, boxing him in, “Come on Pretty Boy let me take you for a spin.”

Steve smiled, red decorating the tips of his ears and nose. “Sorry, can’t stay that long gotta drive back to nowhere-ville”

“Alright, Just one dance then, and maybe your number?”

Steve bit the corner of his lip, and smiled “Maybe …” All doe eyes, looking up from under his lashes,“ … maybe you could kiss me?”

“Hey, why don’t you back off” said Eddie, stepping between the two, pushing the guy back with an extended hand.

“Really! I don’t see your name on him” The guy squawked, Steve hadn’t even gotten his name.

“That’s not,” was Eddie’s reply, he sighed “look I’m helping you, trust me, he’s just being nice.”

“Looks like a fucking Belle to me,”

Eddie tilted his head and fixed him with a look, throwing his hand up as if to shrug, and said, “He’s just too nice to tell you to go away.”

“Look there are better ways to get dudes off your guy, you don’t gotta lie,” Then he peeked behind Eddie to get a good look at Steve one more time, and with a wink, he said, “If you ever find yourself in need of French lessons you know where to find me.”

Steve giggled, twirling his straw. (Fucking Flirting.)

Then, Steve said, “You really didn’t need to do that Eddie, I was fine, he was fine.”

“No, he was not fine. He was hitting on you, Steve” Robin chimed in.

“Isn’t that, like, the point of all this. Aren’t we here to get hit on? Flirt a little,” Steve leaned in and whispered, “Wave the white flags, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, but it’s not cool to lead people on Steve, especially not here.” Eddie said.

Steve winced a little, his smile falling slightly, before he picked it back up, “I mean, there’s no harm in flirting, I didn’t know you guys were gonna get all riled up because I didn’t want to take him home.”

“Look it’s not all about sex, this is about community.” Robin said.

Steve sucked his teeth, and took a swig of his beer, “Okay, uh, whatever, I’m gonna pay for my drinks, and uh, sit in a fucking corner I guess.”

“Grow up, King Steve” Eddie said.

“Fuck you, Eddie, King Steve thinks you should find your own ride home.”

“I mean, we should probably leave.” Robin said.

“No, Rob, if it’s gonna be like that, I’ll just wait in the car.” Steve said. He gathered his things, throwing his coat on, fluffing his hair up and out from under the collar of his a letterman style jacket.

Steve stepped out into the cool night air, face hot with fury. He sighed, trying to release the tension that had begun to build.

“Hey, Pretty Boy, I didn’t get your name before your guard dog cock-blocked.”

“It’s — He’s just a friend. And, Uh, It’s Steve, Yours?”

“My friends call me Ian,”

“Well, Ian, thanks for the drink”

“Really,” Ian said, and it was almost a laugh, “I just had the bartender throw something together, I don’t like that fruity shit, I mean not like that, I just don’t like fruit juice, from fruit,” His talking tapered out. “You’re super cute, and it kind of fries my brain. I mean those pants are too tight.” (Ian say too tight, like he doesn’t mean it, like those pants make him think of something else.)

Steve laughed and looked down at himself, before smiling back at Ian. “Still want my number?”

2. Lavender Menace

Steve dyed the bottom layer of his hair purple. The faintest shade of lavender, barely it, In fact, it was practically silver. But, still, he was sure that everyone who needed to know that it wasn’t silver, would notice. They would notice.

“Did you dye your hair, Steve?” Robin asked, leaning across the Book Store counter to get a good look at his peek-a-boo dye job.

Steve resisted the urge to shake his head and show off. It took a long time to get his hair all nice, he wasn’t gonna mess it up for five seconds of Rob’s appreciation, not after the stunt she and Eddie pulled with Ian.

“Joyce helped,” Steve said, and brushed his fingers through the thick of his hair to show off the dye, just a little bit.

“Don’t you think you should have gone with another color,” Rob said, “You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.”

“I —“

“The hoard has arrived,” Eddie declared, as Mike, Will, and Dustin ran in straight for the new comic book section. “Whoa, your hair.” he said.

“Yeah, my hair.” Steve felt the weight of a frown pull at the corners of his mouth.

“You sure that’s the right color?” Eddie grabbed a lock of Steve’s dyed hair, and twirled it between his fingers, “You let the toner sit too long, it’s all purple-y now.”

With a huff, Steve said, “I was going for purple-y”

“Yeah?” Robin said.

“Why?” Eddie said.

“Because I want people to know I’m down with Dorthy” Steve said.

“You shouldn’t have dyed your hair purple, though” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, I agree, I think it’s a bit much … you’ve gone a bit too far this time, and after the bar” Robin said

“W-What do you mean after the bar that was all you guys, I was just having a good time.”

Eddie sighed and looked away, throwing his head back, and disappearing down an isle. “You explain it to your pet jock, Birdie, my head hurts.”

“Look Steve, people don’t need to know you’re ‘down with Dorothy’ it’s better if your not loud about it actually, keeps everyone safer anyway.”

Steve gets hot in the face, bright white-hot red in the cheeks, breaks into a sweat, he’s so mad. Then he’s close to crying, clearing his throat some, but it’s closing in on him. He’s so furious, he’s near tears about it. Dancing around breaking into tears.

If they didn’t like his hair, they could have just said that.

“Whatever you say, Robin” he said, wetly.

“Steve come on, it’s not your life, it’s ours” was Robin’s reply.

He doesn’t speak to her for the rest of their shift.

When Steve got home, he dialed Ian’s house. Ian was there in five minutes flat (He lived 15 minutes away).

“Wow,” Ian said, “Your hair”

“Yeah, I know it’s awful” Steve said, the memory of his earlier conversations brought up sour thoughts.

“No, no, you look pretty, a real bodacious babe.”

Steve smiled, for the first time since he got of shift. “Shut up,”

“Kiss me about it,” was Ian’s reply.

3. Steve’s House Doesn’t have a Purple Door.

“You could have your party at my place?” Steve said, “My parents aren’t gonna be home for another like month anyway”

Eddie smiled at Robin,

“Plus, I’m great at throwing parties, you remember my parties.”

“I don’t think we,” Eddie gestured between himself and Robin, “Were ever invited to King Steve’s famous parties.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Steve said, “But they were famous for a reason. Have it at my place, it makes sense. The venue is like 50% of a party.”

“I was thinking, no allies though” Eddie said, “Just queer deviancy,” Eddie brought the devil hands up to his head like ears and smiled at Robin. They fist bumped.

What they meant was no Steve it seemed.

“Hey, can you pick us up? Robin voice came through the phone loud, like she was shouting on her end of the line.

“From where?” Steve asked.

“A party,” Robin said, Steve felt her wiggle her eyebrows, and she giggled softly.

“I need the location?” Steve said.

“Oh, um, were near Byrock Ct,”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.”

Steve got in his car and drove to the Byrock Bar, with its purple backdoor. Ian took him there once, and they danced. Steve loved dancing, it was nice letting go.

This didn’t feel nice.

Robin and Eddie crammed into the backseat of his car, laughing, tipsy, and maybe a little high. Covered in glitter. Eddie had red lipstick on and smeared down his chin. Robin was wearing, glitter gloss and a silvery highlighter.

“You guys look like you had fun,” Steve finally said, before he pulled off.

“I thought you guys were gonna stay in tonight,”

“Steve,” Robin said, it seemed with no real purpose at all, except maybe to stop Steve from going on.

“No, I remember you guys saying that nothing fun was happening tonight so you guys weren’t going out, that’s what you told me!” Steve said, he was white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“Look, Steve, Birdie’s not gonna tell you, but sometimes we’ve got to leave poor ol’ Stevie at home.” Eddie said, kicking his feet up on the block of an armrest between the driver’s and passenger’s seat.

“Not every night is meant to include you, sometimes daddy’s got to come out and play” He said with a smile and a laugh.

Robin sputtered, “Ew, ew, I never want to hear you say something like that again.”

The drive home consisted of laughter and chatter between Eddie and Robin.

Steve pulled up to the entrance of Eddie’s trailer park, it was a short walk, maybe two trailers in was Eddie’s home. Usually, Steve drove him right up to the entrance, any closer and Eddie would fall into his home after opening the door.

“We’re here” Steve said, and put his car in park.

Eddie balked, “Really, are you being serious right now Stevie?”

“Shut up, don’t call me that.” Steve said, quickly, afraid he sounded like a petulant child, but angry enough that it didn’t matter much. “Get out of my car.” He said each word, one by one.

“Okay, King Steve, I’ll never ask for a ride with getting you your invite.”

“You’re a real fuck head, Eddie.”

“Whatever,” Eddie said, and slammed the door.

“That wasn’t fair dude,” Robin said. “How are we supposed to trust you if-”

Steve turned around, giving Robin a death stare, “Nothing, I don’t want to hear it, I, fuck Rob, I trusted you guys”

“Steve?”

“Shut. Up. Shut up.”

He dropped Rob off in front of her house, didn’t even pull into the driveway. He watched her get home safe, same way he did Eddie.

4. Steve’s Queer Agenda

Steve hasn’t been talking to them. He’s not gonna apologize first. And he’s not gonna speak to them until they apologize. Even if he felt like a bitch laying the silent treatment on thick.

Ian was rubbing his back, letting him lay all over him.

He mumbled into Ian’s lap.

“I can not understand jibberish.”

“Play with my hair, loser”

“Ooh, be nice.” Ian said, threading his finger into Steve’s hair.

There was a knock at the door, nice and sweet. Then another, practically knocking the door off its hinges.

“Okay, okay, coming” Steve shouted.

“Harrington residence, how can I help you?” Steve said.

Eddie smiled, pushing himself and Robin into the Harrington homestead.

Ian leaned up, peering over the sofa. He was looking for Steve, evident by the smile on his face, that fell quickly when he saw the culprits making Steve so, well, sad. Sad was the only way to put it. Beneath the quiet anger was hurt, and it hurt more than it made Steve angry. “Well, well, if it isn’t the terrible two-some”

“Bar guy?” Eddie said.

“Ian. My name is Ian.”

“Well, what are you two doing here because I don’t hear enough ass-kissing.” Ian said.

“Look,” Eddie said, looking from Ian to Steve “Maybe we all have the wrong idea,”

“Steve, I’m sorry we told you not to come out with us, and then had you come pick us up,” Robin said.

“Me too, I’m sorry” Eddie said.

“You’re a good ally” Eddie started.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Steve interrupted. “Why even come if you’re just gonna fucking invalidate me to my face, what’s the point? I get it, I’m bisexual. I’m not gay. Fucking, Steve’s not queer enough to come out with us and get shitfaced. Whatever, call me whatever you want behind my back, but in my house? Really!”

“What?” Robin and Eddie said, practically in unision.

“Look, be biphobic somewhere else, okay. I don’t feel like dealing with this ever again.”

“No, no, I thought you were straight,”, “We,” Eddie gestured between himself and Robin, “thought you were straight.” Eddie practically tripped over his words, he was speaking them so fast.

“Are you fucking with me?” Steve said, “You thought I was straight.”

Eddie hesitantly nods, “We maybe thought you were straight.”

“Fucking, fuck you guys,”

“Yeah, fuck you guys” Ian said, repeated from the couch, laying down ergo he wasn’t visible anymore. “You made my boyfriend cry”

Robin looked horrified, “Steve, I didn’t know, I’m so so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t have a community.” She quickly wiped away her tears, evidently determined not to cry right now, as she got red and sniffly. Robin walked toward Steve arms out like she was going to try to hug him. She was.

Robin said, “Can I hug you, Steve”

Steve, who had been trying to keep it all together, sniffled. He wasn’t going to cry if she wasn’t. He was supposed to be mad. He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his head in her shoulder.

Steve wanted to be angry, or he felt like he should be angry. Yet, he wasn’t, he was mad at them for making assumptions, for excluding him.

But, they were family. He’d been mad at them for as long he could, and then he’d taken to gray, blah, sadness. Not crying, but like trying to stave off a rainstorm. There was nothing he wanted to hear more than: we accept you.

It helped take the edge off. He could be mad about it later, take in all their forgiveness now.

“I’m really sorry, Steve, really, really, sorry” Robin said.

“We fucked up, Steve, I fucked up. I’m sorry too. I’m really sorry.” Eddie said.

“Now kiss,” Ian chimed in.

Steve laughed.

#Steve Harrington is Bisexual #Eddie is Gay #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Steve Harrington #I forgot the Steddie #I'm sorry #have some angst instead #I hope this makes yall sweaty #I was heated writing it #I might add Steddie but it won't be until 2026 probably #I have things i'm supposed to finish #I have updated a one of my wips in years #I want to finish it #also posted on ao3

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desertfangs · 11 months

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Daniel & or / Lestat

Opening sentence/prompt: Both Marius and Armand had warned Daniel not to let Lestat be a bad influence on him, and yet here he was.

5 lines whomst? Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like where I've taken it.

Both Marius and Armand had warned Daniel not to let Lestat be a bad influence on him, and yet here he was. With Lestat. Surrounded by fans who’d swarmed them in the middle of the Adventura Mall in Miami.

Which of course was no accident. Lestat had encouraged it. Courted it. Was now clearly reveling in it.

They’d come to the mall for an innocent enough reason: Lestat, having seen some new trendy sunglasses, was now determined to get a pair and he couldn’t do so on Night Island, even though Daniel was sure they were sold at the shopping center there. No, no, that was no fun and besides, they were already on the mainland. And Lestat wanted to see another shopping mall, wanted to revel in the accoutrements of modern life! Or so he told Daniel.

Daniel suspected he just didn’t want to go back to the Island. He’d come out of the room he’d been holing up in and had found Daniel in the parlor, where Daniel had been listening to music on his walkman. Lestat had pulled his headphones from his ears, bent down way too close to Daniel so that their noses almost touched, and said, “You have your hard-won immortality and you’re spending it on the couch?”

Daniel had glared at him even as his pulse had raced at the closeness of his face, his breath on Daniel’s skin. He’d set the walkman aside, grabbed the keys for one of the speedboats, and brought Lestat over to Miami.

The sunglasses in question had been on an ad near a bus stop, sending them on their quest. They’d only been at the mall for maybe ten minutes when the speakers, which had been playing a selection of current top 40 hits, starting blasting one of Lestat’s songs. He stared humming along—loudly—and several people recognized him. By the time they’d reached the fountain in the middle, Lestat was loudly saying that it was one of his best songs and he was glad people had not forgotten him.

The crowd had swarmed around them, asking for autographs, a few tourists pulling out cameras to get photos. Lestat had jumped up onto the ledge of the fountain, using it as a makeshift stage, ever the rockstar. And he looked the part, too, in his leather jacket and violet sunglasses, his blond hair loose around his face. Daniel looked more unassuming, his own blond hair short and feathered, in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. He stood on the floor in front of the fountain, awkwardly positioned between the group of onlookers and Lestat.

Lestat signed address books and receipts, and, for those who had the tape on their person or ran to the music store to buy a copy, the linear notes from their cassette cases. Someone even produced a copy of his book.

Just last night, Marius had been telling Daniel how important it was for their kind to keep a low profile, especially after what Lestat had done. This was the opposite of low. And the last thing any of them wanted—the last thing Armand wanted—was for people to come looking for them in Miami. Not just curious mortals who probably didn’t really believe, but people like the Talamasca, or intrepid reporters hoping to chase down what happened to the lead singer of The Vampire Lestat and finding their private island.

“Where have you been?” someone called.

Daniel searched the crowd and saw that a teen with facial piercings was the one who’d asked.

“Ah, well, I’m afraid that’s a secret,” Lestat said, with a big wink. “But you’ll be able to read about it in my next book!”

The crowd went wild and shouted more questions, asking if there would be another album, new songs, what the new book would be called? Daniel spotted a security guard near the edge of the crowd, looking bewildered and unsure what to do. Clearly having a celebrity jump up on the fountain and draw an audience was not common place here and he had not been trained for it.

Daniel had been so focused on the security guy that he hadn’t noticed Lestat was talking about his concert in San Francisco, and then suddenly he’d grabbed Daniel and yanked him on the edge of the fountain beside him.

Lestat threw his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “Do you know who this is?”

The crowd looked blank, no doubt racking their brains to think of everyone discussed in Lestat’s memoir, in which Daniel did not appear.

“How many of you read Louis’ damnable book, Interview with the Vampire?” Lestat asked.

A few people whooped and hollered at that.

“This is our infamous little reporter boy. The one who started it all.”

One or two people looked impressed. Most looked uninterested. Daniel felt heat creeping into his neck and cheeks.

“Don’t be shy, Daniel! Address your fans.”

Daniel did not think he had many fans in that crowd and didn't dare read their thoughts to find out. He waved awkwardly. “Hi, it’s been great to see you all, but Lestat has an errand to run…” Daniel started.

“Sing a song!” someone yelled.

Daniel gave Lestat a warning look. Marius was already going to blow a gasket when he heard about this and he doubted Armand was going to be thrilled to hear Lestat had been parading around Miami announcing his whereabouts, either.

Lestat shot a questioning look at Daniel. Daniel frowned, suspecting that trying to talk him out of it was liable to make things worse.

“Unfortunately, without my band, I fear the show would not be up my rigorous standards,” Lestat said. “You’ll have to wait for my reunion tour!”

Relief washed over Daniel as the crowd made disappointed noises.

Lestat let Daniel go, and Daniel jumped back down off the fountain, followed by Lestat himself.

Daniel snaked through the crowd and Lestat managed to extract himself from their grasp, calling that they should look for his next book in stores soon.

“Was that really necessary?” Daniel asked.

“Danny boy, let me impart to you one of the great lessons of surviving the centuries,” Lestat said, putting a hand on his back, the pressure of it reassuring through his sweatshirt. “Have fun.”

Daniel looked at him. “Fun doesn’t always have to be reckless.”

“Pfft,” Lestat said. “Reckless! I’ve been holed up for weeks. I’m allowed to stretch my legs.”

Daniel didn’t bother to point out that no one had kept him holed up in that office. “There’s just been a lot of talk among the others lately about how we should conceal our existence.”

Lestat gave him such an incredulous look that Daniel stopped walking. Lestat spun backwards to face him. “Ah, but don’t you see? The more rules they make, the more determined I become to break them all.” He grinned. He had a charming grin and beautiful, penetrating blue-gray eyes that made Daniel want to stare into them for hours. With looks like that, Daniel could see how he’d gotten away with everything that he had.

“You’re going to get me into so much trouble, aren’t you?” Daniel asked.

Lestat winked. “Count on it.”

He took Daniel’s hand and dragged him on toward the sunglass store.

#lestat/daniel #daniel molloy #lestat de lioncourt #night island era #thank you so much for the ask!!!#i hope it's okay #i was trying to do something a little light hearted hahaha #uncivilcivilservice #answers in the desert #first sentence game #vc fanfic #vc #vampire chronicles #I'm sorry i've been so slow to respond to these #work has been kicking my ass #i'm working on them!#i will get to the rest i swear

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protectoroffaeries · 4 months

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my good friend bri @winking-owl, whomst ive been playing dnd opposite for many years: this is my character turmeric. he has trauma from an abusive relationship & he just wants to form an equal, respectful, trusting partnership with another person

me about to unveil my new character {disaster bodyguard who only believes in subserviance & strict hierarchy}: well this is awkward

#dnd is going great rn #shoutout to our dm steph as well we couldnt be disasters without ur world & god skills

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boxwinebaddie · 6 months

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It’s me, wanted to share, whomst is surprised absolutely no one

I just wanted to say that I am currently wearing a “Peace, Love, Pine Trees” shirt and it occurred to me that ninaverse Stan would absolutely wear some shit like that

The way you write Stan (both those boys tbh) owns my soul btw

bonjoooour mon ange <33,

and would you look at that? looks like it's actually your turn in The Share Chair ( haha remember that flashback ) so you can share absolutely anything you want!

also i know i am late but i think it's hilarious that you were wearing your crunchy girl peace, love, pine trees shirt, riles, because when i was reading this message i was in my 'i shaved my balls for this?' teeshirt and also drinking a premixed mai tai cocktail in a can...so we were giving #stenny and i love that for us, haha. ( rina nation! )

but no 100% one of the funniest thing about ncu stans to me is that he is either wearing like ripped up black band teeshirts or he is wearing a spar voluntee-shirt ( i hc'ed that spar = south park animal rescue where stan helps out ), one of those vintage d.a.r.e teeshirts ironically, ( i think stans twitter bio is 'vodka is vegan' )

i think kennys running joke is buying stan really funny vegan/veg joke teeshirts that say SUUUUPER cringey, embarrassing and usually raunchy shit like 'i want (to F U ) tonight ;)' or like 'i eat gr(ASS)' the hail seitan one omg heeeelpppp skdhsldh

( sometimes when he is feeling zesty -- and he is always feeling zesty after two or three shots -- he'll wear one out and also sometimes he does roll the sleeves up and when he opens kyles cider with his lighter and winks at him in the edgy veg boy shirt w/ his hair all messy it does make him cry and throw up sdhlksahdds...smh...jail )

also x2 dont trust me by 3OH!3 is on the epic cfpom throwback playlist in the kyle pile one the way to the kickback and the volume comes all the way up and everyone looks at stan for tell ur boyfriend if he says got beef that im a vegetarian and i aint FKN scared of him!!!

but yes everything about stan being a crunchy emo king is my fave.

ALSO X3 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! i am really glad you like them!!! i was so nervous about how i was writing them for so long and i realize not everyone is going to have the same take as me!!! but i got really comfy with my characterizations so yeah all my stans are dramatic lil crybaby bisexual emo planty kings wearing too much silver jewelry who have been through hell and all my kyles are gay type-a neurotic dark academia ethereal elf princes who are secretly sensitive and cry watching pride and prejudice everytime and hold their own hands.

my sons! my angels! my babies! style world domination! <3

-uncle nina, in her kenny era

#i am like actually in my kenny era #now that they made panderverse kenny asian help #like shes gonna be me i can just tell i am entering my chaotic antics uncle nina era bottoms up ( kyle not talking abt u ashdskh )#ryle...rights...styley rights? ( trying to fit ur name into style haha )#i am living for ur crunchy gal shirts and no literally #stan do be wearing the most punkrock boy garb #and the most planty boy garb ever #sometimes its both and thats when people start dropping dead #and that is why ravenstan stays winning #i am praying for kyle any time stan rolls up his sleeves tho #that is such a personal attack like dont ask kyle any questions when thats happening he is gone #that part of the kyle trials when stan figured out kyle was staring at his arms and just wore sleeveless shirts in the middle of winter #just to fluster him....diabolical...one of these days as a bonus im writing kyles reactions to that chapter smh #also yes the kyle trials are just every day once they start dating ur all so welcome for that help #also i think the exception to the stan dress code is #pep stan wears a lot more midwest emo indie boy stuff #and rm stan do be unfortunately in the nerdy gamer boy anime boy teeshirts #im embarrassed fml

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strawberryhmilk · 2 years

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a simple lyric can mean so much more.

implied!lgbtqia+ reader, no pronouns used / gender neutral reader

stranger!siyeon ♡ karaoke bar

♡ okay she went out w the girlies to relax n did not expect to see you there ♡ she’d seen you once or twice around town, the grocery store or library or browsing the streets, window shopping ♡ n siyeon was always so……. bewildered by how pretty you looked. but something abt you was so unbothered n indifferent abt the world around you ♡ so when you walked up bedside her as she was ordering drinks, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened and whew, sure is hot in this bar! ♡ stuttering out a mild hello, siyeon all but ran back to the group of girls with flaring cheeks and trembling hands ♡ ofc it’s minji whomst signs siyeon up for karaoke. they’re all so tired of her sort-of-pining / sort-of-just-admiring-from-afar stares that she always gives you ♡ the song selection was sparse and some were so old she hadn’t heard of them until one song caught her eyes ♡ it was dedicated to you; whether you knew it or not, it was ♡ you were with a friend or two, sighing as you watched them flirt with strangers and deflating as they all left you to yourself ♡ honestly you only came bc you promised you would n this is the thanks you get………. ♡ hearing a newer song come over the speakers — one that you always seemed to b humming — your attention flew to the stage where you saw her ♡ you only knew her name — siyeon — and that she had kissable lips, pretty eyes, and a wolf cut that you wanted to run your fingers through ♡ you also knew she seemed to hate you — she couldn’t get a full word out around you and the minimal amount of times you’d bumped into each other, she always ran the other way ♡ but the song implied otherwise……. unless you were overthinking, which wouldn’t b different from any other day ♡ ofc your attention is bouncing from the stage to your phone to your friends as you mindlessly hum along ♡ and then siyeon changes the lyrics ♡ “i never would have left you alone — here on your own, glued to your phone.” ♡ your fingers stop their scrolling as you look up to the stage, eyes widening a fraction because siyeon is staring directly at you ♡ “never would have left you alone — can i take you home?” ♡ oh holy shit. ♡ she jus winked at you — siyeon was singing to you ♡ the song may have ended and the crowd was cheering as the next person stepped onstage for karaoke, but you were still staring as siyeon made her way to you ♡ clearing her throat and only glancing at you briefly before setting her eyes back on the table ♡ “so? can i?” ♡ now how could you say no to her

idol!jennie ♡ opener for your boyfie

♡ okay so you have a bf and he’s famous and blah blah blah ♡ usually you get along decently with his friends or the people he’s invited to open for him ♡ but jennie……… you couldn’t get a proper read on her ♡ in your boyfriends presence, she would glare and curl her nose in disgust and roll her eyes ♡ but around you — specifically when it was just the two of you — she was soft and sweet and giggled at every other word you said ♡ at her third show, jennie announced she was singing an unreleased song she’d written on tour and it was dedicated to someone she considered special ♡ from your hidden front row seat, you perked up ♡ jennie’s songs were always fun and empowering so you couldn’t wait to see what it would b abt — even better that she’d written it w someone in mind! ♡ her voice seemed deeper in this song, huskier as her eyes skimmed the crowd ♡ and then her gaze met yours and it didn’t leave for the rest of the show ♡ her eyes left yours only once — fleetingly glancing to the stage’s wings where your boyfriend would b preparing for his turn onstage ♡ “i can be a better boyfriend than him.” ♡ you gulped as jennie’s stare hit your eyes again, narrowing and focusing on your gaping mouth ♡ “i don’t need to tell you twice all the ways he can’t suffice.” ♡ it’s not that he was a horrible boyfriend. truly, he was sweet and listened to your complaints and needs! ♡ but — my, oh my — jennie kim caught and held your attention in ways your boyfriend never would ♡ and well at least you figured out why she seemed to dislike him so much even if she did technically work for him

idol!sana ♡ writing a new song

♡ you were an assistant of sorts who wandered around jyp entertainment, giving drinks or towels or whatever to whoever needed it ♡ naturally this meant you’d had a small bond with the idols who drifted and floated around the building ♡ of those, you’d found yourself always pulled to sana’s side, regardless of where she was or what she was doing ♡ often times, you were found in her sweaters or hoodies when you were cold and she could b seen wearing a pair of your pants or a shirt she’d taken a liking to ♡ it felt like a secret only the two of you held — your shared clothes ♡ currently sana had locked herself in a spare studio, hunched over as sheets upon sheets of paper surrounded her ♡ knocking gently, you waltzed in with a snack, a coffee and a bottle of water, setting the treats in front of her with a smile ♡ “need anything else?” ♡ sana was grinning at you gently, eyes creased and hearts popping up where her pupils were as she shook her head. “all good here, yn. thank you <3” ♡ you glanced at the paper in front of her, heart stopping at the words that had been underlined a few times ♡ “plus all my clothes would fit.” ♡ that line was repeated and the words were twisted but the sentient was there — you knew what she meant ♡ it was an inside joke — something the two of you knew and would giggle about and you would dream abt at the end of the day bc nothing would come from sharing clothes ♡ sana didn’t like you like that, why would she? ♡ but her newly written lyrics said otherwise and your mouth was suddenly parched as your eyes stayed cemented to the words in front of you ♡ looking from you to the sheet of lyrics, sana only smiled sheepishly ♡ “we do fit each other’s clothes well, hm?”

best friend!nayeon ♡ singing w the radio

♡ baking w friends is fun!! you get sugary treats and you get to spend time w your favorite people in the world ♡ and ofc with nayeon, you both have matching frilly, fruit themed aprons that really serve no purpose other than to look cute for instagram photos ♡ you shimmied your hips and shoulders while mixing the dry ingredients into the wet as nayeon sprayed a pan with cooking spray, singing along with the radio that was playing ♡ with a giggle, nayeon bumped her hip with yours as the cupcakes were placed into the oven, a timer set as the brownies you’d made earlier were cooling on the stovetop ♡ the song on the radio changed from a fast, poppy tune into something more sultry ♡ with a squeal, nayeon sang along enthusiastically, grabbing your hands to twirl and spin you around the kitchen with her ♡ softly you sang along with her, knowing the song by heart from how often nayeon would play it ♡ somehow her hands ended up on your waist as the second verse hit, spinning you so your back was resting against her chest ♡ as she hummed along to the song now, you could feel the vibrations hit your back and crawl up your spine as chills followed ♡ this hadn’t happened before — nayeon had never been like this before ♡ sure your friendship was full of constant hand holding and hugs that lasted too long and cheeks kisses that brushed a little too close to your lips ♡ but this was something more — something close and intimate that made sweat pile up on your forehead as your hands shook ♡ a flustered giggle escapes your lips as nayeon somehow pulls you even closer, her lips brushing up your neck and to your ear as she sings along ♡ “baby, i insist.” ♡ a squeak crawls up your throat as nayeon loops her arms around your hips, her smile planting itself onto your skin ♡ a sudden ring echoes around the room, trying and failing to destroy the mood ♡ she only tightened her hold on you as she continued to sing along ♡ “yeonnie, need to check on the cupcakes……” ♡ she lets out a sigh that sends another shiver up your back, reluctantly pulling away from you ♡ it’s only when you turn at the sound of a clang that you notice the frown on her pouted lips ♡ wanting to see her smile — the one you thought about and complimented so many times before — you press a quick kiss to nayeon’s lips ♡ her personality shift is sudden as pink flames on her cheeks ♡ “what? you insisted.” ♡ the rest of your night is spent surrounded by brownies and cupcakes as nayeon holds you close, tasting the treats from your own mouth

best friend!lua ♡ truth or dare

♡ let’s get this out of the way — she knew you first and that was something she always reminded everyone of ♡ in your friend group, there was a boy who was openly interested in you and sometimes it seemed like you returned those feelings ♡ but in those fleeting, unsure moments, your eyes locked onto hers and then it started again like a vicious cycle ♡ your friends usually liked to spend time together as a group, going on trips to the movies or camping or whatever they could ♡ this time, they’d decided a picnic would b nice bc it wasn’t too hot for once and the breeze felt just right as you soaked up the sun ♡ as the snacks diminished and drinks were starting to be passed around, doyoung had the idea that a game of truth or dare would b fun ♡ instant disaster for you. ♡ rewind — let’s go back a little bit ♡ you adored lua. you thought she was oh, so pretty with her dimples and long hair and then she cut and dyed her hair and that caused a stronger kind of feeling to run over you ♡ sure, you flirted with w each other, but that’s how your friend group was — everyone was a flirt and everyone was fair game ♡ except sometimes when you flirted with a certain boy — a fairly new addition to the group — lua’s glare burned into you and a jittery, nervous feeling would erupt in you ♡ there was something abt that look — and what she said after ♡ “you shouldn’t date him, you know. i won’t let you.” ♡ it’s not like you actually liked the boy or anything! ♡ but now you kind of wanted to say yes to his constant date invitations just to see what exactly lua would do ♡ back to truth or dare — you knew it would go one of two ways ♡ one, you would b truthful abt your crush on lua and your plan to always make her jealous so she would just make a move already ♡ or two, you’d b dared to accept the boys advances and would have to sorrowfully keep playing along ♡ and sadly you were at the second option ♡ “so? dare to finally go out with me?” ♡ you could only let out a small uh as everyone’s eyes were on you, waiting for an answer ♡ “oh i guess we can go on one date?” ♡ it wasn’t exactly an answer but he perked up anyways, grinning as the rest of the group let out cheers ♡ and then came lua’s turn ♡ “yeah i’ll take truth.” ♡ “say something only your crush would understand.” ♡ your breath caught in your throat as she stared at you — that familiar, yearning glare that ignited this meaner side of you ♡ the side that only smiled at her choice ♡ “i’m gonna steal you from him.” ♡ the group let out immature comments at her word choice, but her eyes stayed on yours ♡ you knew exactly what she meant ♡ and suddenly you couldn’t wait for this supposed date to b ruined

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dylanndr · 1 year

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Izzy Hands Jams

I finally got my contributor copies for the Songs for 2022 playlist zine, organized by @koricomics! The prompt was to illustrate a playlist of songs that encapsulated some aspect of 2022 for each of us.

Of course, my playlist is all about Izzy.

And look, I set up the playlist in Spotify so you can actually listen to it at your leisure!

I think a lot of these will be fairly obvious, but if you are curious to know more about why I included each song, read on:

AC/DC - "Problem Child"

Izzy's attitude in general. I specifically included AC/DC as an homage to the AC/DC t-shirt Con O'Neill was wearing when they all did their renewal announcements.

Alkaline Trio - "Tuck Me In"

In part about Izzy's internalization of toxic culture ("Tuck me in with the tarantulas, I want to let 'em in my mouth and down my throat to lay their eggs."), but also "tuck me into bed with snakes" as a reference to Blackbeard's snake tattoo, wink wink. I included this song before I knew Izzy's pet of choice would be a snake, but hey. It works.

In This Moment - "Adrenalize"

A song about kink from the POV of the sub, it opens with a negotiation/boundary statement ("Let me tell you how I want it before we begin"). So this is more aspirational for Izzy rather than a description of how he currently operates, but I do think chasing the adrenaline surge is a part of what drives him.

Buzzcocks - "Ever Fallen in Love"

By bisexual singer/songwriter Pete Shelley, this song is specifically about a messy queer relationship with a man he lived with for several years.

The Birthday Massacre - "Cold Lights"

A general vibe of unrequited romantic yearning tainted by deception. "Face of fire" evokes the Blackbeard persona Izzy is lusting after. Also references to the various lies Izzy told, thinking he was protecting his interests, only to watch things spiral out of control.

Judas Priest - "A Touch of Evil"

Another song about kink from the POV of the sub, this time sung by a gay man (though, fun fact, Rob Halford is vanilla IRL; he says he doesn't tend to write autobiographical lyrics). Obvious references to the toe scene, and how it was a positive transformative moment for Izzy.

Joan Jett - "I Hate Myself for Loving You"

Partially about unrequited love, partially about continually trying to leave this person and not being able to, and a general air of self-loathing over the whole proceedings.

Rammstein - "Tattoo"

The title is a pretty obvious surface-level reference, but the song is more specifically about enjoying the pain of being tattooed. I have a headcanon that Izzy has so few tattoos relative to his age and experience because he's extremely particular about who gets to tattoo him. He gets too, erm, excited by the proceedings, and can't tolerate handing that kind of power over him to just anyone.

The GazettE - "Devouring One Another"

Well, now, a song that uses cannibalism as a sexualized metaphor for a toxic relationship. Gosh, how could that be relevant to our Iz. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE. The line "Is it not allowed to betray God?" could serve as a reference to Izzy's full name, "Israel" meaning "one who struggles with god," where Blackbeard/Edward = god. Whomst he betrays. Screaming "shut up, dammit!" on repeat is just gravy.

Dolly Parton - "Jolene" (Lil Nas X cover for max gay)

The Lil Nas X version is, AFAIK, only available on YouTube, but either version works. Stede's eyes aren't emerald green, and his hair is a bit light for auburn, but still.

The Stooges - "I Wanna Be Your Dog"

Pretty obvious reference to "love of a pet," and to the submissive nature of Izzy's relationship to Edward.

#our flag means death #ofmd playlist #izzy hands #ofmd meta #zines #Spotify

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awellboiledicicle · 1 year

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Decided my tlou oc is named Jeb and he went to fedra school like Ellie did, was trained to be a medic and then he dipped.

His parents know hes a Firefly but assume hes just saying he is one without doing anything because he never follows through on things. At some point his mother asked of he just liked painting the symbol.

Was 2 when the infection hit full swing, and his dad already being FEDRA got them a spot in the qz.

I think instead of finding him panicked in the state house, they find him bashing skulls to keep ppl from turning. The one Joel shoots was on the list but he got distracted by Tess storming through the door.

Dont get me wrong, hes still terrified and fucked up that he couldnt save anyone, but Ellie is there and now he has a job to do.

I think Joel goes along with taking him with expressly because Jeb insists that, while he doesnt know specifically where they need to go, hes still an extra gun and someone to keep watch while he sleeps. Aka Tess told him to take Jeb with to Bill and Frank. Tess gets most things done.

Jeb also was 100% on Ellie's side re: having a gun. Was there when she found Frank's gun and just. Conspiratorially winked and nodded.

He thinks the puns are hilarious.

Got separated in Kansas City and rejoined in time to ask whomst the fuck Henry and Sam are. Then why the fuck they were going into tunnels.

Ellie debates telling him about Sam's bite, because maybe both their blood could help, but decides against it because he's over with Joel and Henry.

I'm just. (Kicks feet)

#Tag along au

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jaskierek · 4 years

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proposition: jaskier’s not immortal because of any fae blood or anything, he’s immortal because he’s fucked enough deities for them to agree that they want him to stick around for as long as possible.

at some point someone yells “melitele’s tits!” and jaskier responds distractedly with “they’re quite lovely actually” and geralt goes “how would you know” while jaskier just winks back at him and the witcher’s just like “what does that mean??”

or someone asks him who his best fuck was and he goes “definitely loki, fell into bed with him a few centuries back and then i ran into her again a few years ago.” and geralt is just like whomst??? a few centuries???

that’s also why he rarely gets injured on their dangerous adventures. he’ll get thrown into the water or something while geralt’s fighting off some sirens and the tide just pulls him back to shore and geralt’s like “what the fuck??” and jaskier goes “so i may or may not have had several wonderful nights with the goddess lilvani” and geralt’s just like “you know what? fine, whatever”

#lilvani is the goddess of the moon in the witcherverse btw #jaskier is a thot and i love it #my rambles #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt

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spaceinvadeeer · 2 years

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Are we doing hcs now? If the Nordics were humans in the 80s, what jobs would they have?

tino: i can really see him working in the information field, as some kind of reporter or news host or just generally part of the editorial board. i hc him as being the kind of person who knows how to approach other people to get what he wants without being blatantly manipulative, so he'd probably do one hell of a job at getting juicy scoops

lukas: he'd be in the fashion industry, most probably very famous for his androgynous looks. i think it'd fit perfectly with the fact that the 80s were much more about personality and originality, but he's still camera shy and maaaaaaybe didn't get into the industry because he wanted to

mathias: he either works for lukas as an annoyingly loud but unexpectedly useful personal assistant (not manager!), or sells monthly subscriptions door-to-door. he's evilly effective at selling shit, whether you need it or not

emil: since he's lukas' brother and their family is probably wealthy af, he chose to study abroad and went to a highschool in hong kong [wink]. im not sure what his major would be (im not familiar enough with this type of education system) but he definitely was drawn by the music classes the schools offered

berwald: wholesome lonely single dad who either works a risky job like bodyguard or construction worker, or is jobless and struggling to financially support both himself and little peter whomst he has full custody of

a lot of this is actually based on a shared au which is exactly an 80s human au :3 this was really fun to write about!!

#ask #hetalia #hws denmark #hws finland #hws sweden #hws norway #hws iceland #forgor to mention den is also stupidly good at networking #he only has 2 calls to make and you're the next president of the united states lmfao #/j #unless

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Silent knight getting ice cream??

I'll do you one better...making ice cream!

Neo Politan was unhappy.

Why was she unhappy?

Well, she had planned with her boyfriend to go out on a date. There was this new ice cream parlor that opened up, and Neo being a connoisseur of all things Ice cream, really really wanted to go and have some.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

The sky had cast dark clouds and trembled with anger as water had made its way onto land.

So, Neo's Ice Cream Date was ruined by mother nature.

Neo sighed, with plans changing she waited for her dear knight to come over. They would cuddle, watch a movie , and have some of the ice cream she had left in her freezer.

Knock - Knock

A two tap knock on her door made Neo's mood improve a little bit as her Knight, Jaune had finally arrive.

She moved from the window and opened the door to see that blue eyes she loved so much staring back at her with a smile on his face.

"Hey Neo, sorry for the wait. I went to the grocery store to pick up something for us!" He said as he held put two grocery bags, Neo tilted her head, but a clash of thunder made her jump a bit before she grabbed her boyfriends hand and all but dragged him inside.

"I'm sorry it rained today, I know how much you wanted to go to 'Pipkins Ice Cream Emporium'" Jaune said as he removed his soaked hoodie and hung it up on the coat rack.

Neo just shrugged her shoulders before embracing him, Jaune smiled before bending down and giving her a soft kiss, staying locked in the embrace for a few minutes before Jaune pulled away.

"Buuuuut, I think I have a little idea that might be fun for us to do!" Jaune said as he motioned to the bags.

Neo once again tilted her head and tried to peak into the bag but Jaune just shook his head.

"Go upstairs and put on a t-shirt and then come meet me in the kitchen, okay?" Neo still looked curious but nodded as Jaune went into the kitchen to prepare while Neo went to her room to change.

No longer than five minutes, Neo made her way into the kitchen, and Jaune was wearing an apron.

In front of him were two bowls an assortment of measuring cups, ziplock bags, rock salt, cream, milk, sugar, vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate extract.

Neo walked up to the kitchen table as Jaune finished his preparations.

"Curious? Haha, my mom taught me how to do this when I was young, and I've been making it for my sister's any time they asked, " Jaune told his girlfriend whomst still looked confused.

"Well... I know we have some in the freezer, but I figured, why not make some ice cream for ourselves?" Neo had stars in her eyes as she hugged his arm to which Jaune just laughed.

"Alright, let me show you how it's done"

Jaune grabbed the milk before motioning to a measuring cup.

"Pour milk into measuring cups to however much you want, I like to usually do two cups," he explained to hervas she watched him do his magic.

After filling the cup, he sat the milk back down before grabbing the cream and pouring that into the measuring cup as well.

"Pour until just about 2 1/2 cups and then..." he set the cream back down before grabbing some vanilla extract.

"A few drops of vanilla...don't worry, I got strawberry and chocolate as well," Jaune said with a wink before setting the extract down and making a grab for the sugar, as Neo just looked at the measuring cup in wonder.

"Now we put in one cup of sugar," Jaune said before adding the sugar into the measuring cup before grabbing a small spoon and began stirring the contents inside.

"Will mix it up a little bit until all the sugar crystals are dissolved," he told her as she nodded at him, following along.

Finally done with stirring, Jaune grabbed himself a small ziplock bag.

"Now we'll go ahead and transfer this into the ziplock bag," he told her as he looked at Neo and then back at the bag.

Neo grabbed the bag and held it open as Jaune carefully poured the contents of the cup into the bag before gently taking said bag from Neo.

"Now we will close this bag up and remove any air pockets..." Jaune zipped the bag up, slowly letting any and all air escape it before finally closing it.

"...with that done, we can get another bigger ziplock bag," Jaune said before grabbing a bigger bag, opening it, and sitting it facing up.

"We go ahead and fill this up with some ice cubes!" He said to her as he went to her freezer and pulled out the bucket of ice cubes inside.

"I like to fill it to have a base at the bottom," Jaune said as he took some ice cubes and spread it evenly at the bags bottom before he grabbed the other bag of mixture.

"Now, before we toss the bag in, we gotta put some rock salt in." Jaune had already put half a cup of rock salt, so he grabbed that and poured it on his bed of ice as Neo still watched on.

"Now you're gonna put your bag of ice cream onto the base of ice, and then you will fill up this bag with ice, okay?" Jaune instructed as he filled up the bigger bag covering the other bag up before ziplocking it.

"Now, finally, all you gotta do is shake it for five minutes!" He told her as he put a kitchen towel over the bag and began to shake it rapidly.

"Shake it with intensity...think like you're throttling someone's neck," Jaune joked as Neo let her mind wander, and a vision of her throttling Cinders neck played in her head, Jaune just laughed seeing his girlfriend be devious.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, the action making her blush.

"Love you" was all he said, making Neo smile and look away bashfully.

A few more minutes later , Jaune stopped shaking the bag, and he set it down next to two bowls before finally removing the cloth and opening up the ziplock bag before pulling out the other bag.

Jaune smirked at his handy work before opening up the contents of the bag to Neo, who's jaw dropped.

Their inside was fresh soft serve ice cream.

Jaune set the bag near the bowl before taking a scooper and pulling some out and placing it in the bowl as he then took a taste.

"Mmmhm" was all he said and was about to take another bite but stopped before seeing the puppy dog look on Neo's face, and Jaune just chuckled before handing her a spoon and the bowl itself.

Neo took it kindly before scooping the vanilla ice cream up and taking a bite.

Neo's taste buds lit up at the delicious taste as a moan of content escaped her, to which Jaune smiled.

"We'll..." Jaune said to her, snapping out of her ice cream high before motioning to the ingredients laid out before her.

"Now it's your turn, hmm?" Neo eyes widened as Jaune nodded his head.

"Don't worry, I'll help you along the way," he told her, and she nodded before taking one more bite of the fresh vanilla ice cream as she stood at Jaune's side and looking up to him before tugging his shirt.

"Hmm?" Jaune didn't get to ask much as Neo brought him down into a passionate kiss. The remnants of the ice cream he made still on her lips and tongue, making it all the sweeter.

They pulled away, breathing a little heavy as Neo set her eyes to the task at hand.

Making the best ice cream ever with the love of her life.

"Best date night ever"

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby)#rwby silent knight #answered asks #ice cream

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Review: Cruella (2021)

OK... BUT CRUELLA WAS SO FREAKIN GOOD. I HATE TUMBLR PEOPLE FOR MAKING ME THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE BAD, BECAUSE IT WAS STUNNING. Visually AMAZING. And I was thrilled to the end. My art-loving eyes were orgasming from every scene. Yeah... its like the people on tumblr didn't even WATCH the movie to know the full plot... like?? She wasn't redeemed, she accepted her bad unapologetically?? The dogs didn't kill her mom and she didn't hate them for it?? It was clear whomst the villain was, and it gave us a lot of original themes.

I compared it to Maleficent. It was a new spin on an old baddie, that made her even better. It was a unique new telling of an old character, and they did it quite well. It was fun and they took every creative liberty, but it was SMASHING.

Tbh never really cared about cruella as a villain or character before this (and I grew up watching 101 Dalmatians... she was just that mean old lady everyone hates),

but DANG THIS MOVIE WAS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL.

Cruella CRUELLA CRUELLLLLAAAAA!!! She was stunning and captivating and UGH the soundtrack and pacing was BADASS!!! The fashion was revolutionary, every outfit was gorgeous. And I really loved this new spin on her, that she wasn't necessarily the "bad guy" villain and she wasn't necessarily a good person either. She was an image and a persona, a complex ball of chaos and passion smushed together. And she did get consumed with it, because she locked that part of herself away for so long. She was a morally grey baddie who loved her men, and they loved her too.

She dealt with confliction on who she was supposed to be... either what everyone expected? The "good girl"? Or her true self, bad and good and all, that no one seemed to approve of, that she neglected and hid away? That hit so hard at home for me, as someone who struggled with the same thing all my life. Who are we going to choose to be? Our unique true selves, or what the model ideal is... being "normal" and trying to blend? And I loved how at the end, although she chose her persona, she became a blend of the best and truest of herself in both personas. Estella was still in there, and we see that by how she came to still love and care for all her friends and apologise to them. And, she finally was Cruella, her true form that she felt free in. She was exactly who she always was inside, and she finally was able to breathe, and accept all of herself. That freedom, to accept yourself with your flaws and strengths, it was really powerful. And really conflicting too, since she decided she was "the bad one". It was a complex character theme told and expressed well. I really loved it all. And ARTIE!! Ugh he was so amazing. What a legend he was.

The whole rock'n'roll asthetic that was shooting through all of her bold and punky royalty looks, was a fashion designer's WET DREAM. This movie... is a wild masterpeice. It may not be the best movie ever, and it may not have a perfect oscar storyline, but it had me hooked from start to end, and I absolutely adored it. Its definitely my new favorite movie, and that's sucsess enough to me.

ALSO?? ESTELLA AND JASPER?? I SAW THOSE EYES YOU HAD FOR HER, MY SWEET DUDE... UGHHHH I LOVED THEIR DYNAMIC. I WAS SHIPPING THEM SO HARD, and as some of you who read my posts may already know, its rare that I actually ship characters unless they are already together, or get together in canon. I just... I love them. Even Emma Stone ships them together... like YES HONEY GET YOUR SUPPORTIVE BOY-TOY! And Horace and lil wink... so cute. 🥺🥺🥺

I really loved the spin they put on her story, and Horace and Jasper's too. Its unique and fresh and fun. And I really enjoyed it, even if the plot doesn't seamlessly align with 101 Dalmatians. That was a movie about dogs, thats rad. It has a crazy old woman who wants a fur coat, thats fine. BUT GIVE ME MY DARLING CRUELLA WHO'S GOT TWO COMPLETELY SEPARATE PERSONALITIES COEXISTING IN ONE, WHO'S A BADDIE AND WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD. GIVE ME THE ABSOLUTE FASHION QUEEN, THAT YOU INDEED WILL BOW BEFORE, SO SHE CAN STEP ON YOU. Give me her. I love this Cruella more than I ever cared for the original Cruella. So... why do we have to get mad at new spins being put on old classics, that do actually make them even better in the way they did it? At least it wasn't a Lion King, where it was literally a carbon-copy of the same film with nothing new (even camera angles) beside some bad song remakes and a new texture skin pack? This was amazing like Maleficent was. I adored it. And it inspired me, it motivated me to chase after my own dreams, and be unapologetically myself. To embrace my full self. And also, that its okay to want to rule your industry. And to go after that dream.😏

SPOILER ALERT FROM HERE:

I'm an analytical writer in my line of work, and I actually didn't see her being the Baroness's daughter plot twist coming?? Plot twists rarely suprise me. I actually was like WAIT. Honestly, my expectation was that the bald butler was her biological father, and the maid had conceived Estella with him, and thats why she went there to ask for financial help. But when they said she was HER daughter?? The Baroness??? I have to say, that was an excellent plot choice. It fits.

(Spoiler over.)

The story was a bit crazy and simple, but it was really fun. They pulled it off in a really entertaining way.

Cruella all the way. I reccomend you go see this for yourself, I actually really want to see it again. And in fact, I will.

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#cruella and jasper #cruella #cruella deville #cruella de vil #cruela de vil #cruella 2021 #disney cruella #disney plus #film review #emma stone #jasper and horace #the baroness #baroness #fashion #punk fashion #character analysis #fictionalmenmistress

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@yokelish @yoruzumy0 hey bitches, may I present to you:

It Takes Two

1,960 words - Fluff

Summary: Xiao and Hu Tao decide to open the Memory of Dust

Read it under the cut!

Xiao considered himself to be pleasantly distanced from most humans. He interacted with Qiqi of Bubu Pharmacy sometimes and he considered the Traveler from another world a nice companion. However, he had no excuse for why he spent his down time with the director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor as much as he did.

Nor did he have an excuse for why they had broken into Zhongli’s apartment and were rifling through his things.

“Director Hu,” he hissed as she opened up a dresser drawer and began searching what seemed to be a shirt drawer. “I put up with many of your antics, but this is going too far.”

She pulled her head up and her red eyes glowed mischievously. “But, Sir Alatus, you were the one with a key to the front door.”

“YOU PUNCHED IN THE WINDOW!”

“Tsk tsk, too many details. Now, help me find juicy things to hold over Mr. Zhongli’s head so that I can keep him from accepting commissions somewhere else. He’s too good for my business to lose.”

Xiao wasn't sure how to explain that the ex-archon had no plans to stop working at the funeral parlor and watched Tao shut the drawer and move to a small wooden desk covered in papers.

“Ooh, this is a fancy paperweight!” She lifted up a strangely shaped rock that glowed with Geo energy.

The adepti crossed the room and examined it. “It looks like a puzzle. Perhaps like that multi-colored cube Yanfei owns?”

Tao tossed the rock between her hands and looked over the ways the different rocks hooked together. This was child’s play for her. She could solve it in an hour tops. “Do you think he hides candy in here?”

Xiao took the puzzle and turned it over. His immortal eyes could easily pick out where the rocks needed to slide to unlock the center. “I believe the Lord of Geo would hold much more valuable things within this… whatever it is than sweets.”

She snatched it back and began fiddling with the locks and stone clasps. “Mr. Zhongli won’t be back from Ghuili Assembly until night, wanna find out?”

As much as the yaksha wanted to protest, the pleading look on Tao’s face and his own curiosity (which he blamed on Barbatos’ influence) won. They sat down on the floor and took turns sliding and unlocking parts of the strange stone. With each twist, the orange energy inside grew brighter and brighter.

It took them maybe thirty minutes to work a hole large enough in the stone to find the center. As Tao slid the last rock into place, the entire contraption began to vibrate and shot out of her hands. She squealed and Xiao’s hand shot out to pull his spear into existence. The sphere spun around in the air above them and became engulfed in the glow of pure Geo magic.

“What in Rex Lapis?” Xiao whispered and shielded his eyes from the light.

Tao grabbed Xiao’s spear arm and shook him violently while pointing at the floating thing. “Look, Gao-Xiao, look! It’s a person!”

“Huh?”

He opened his eyes and sure enough, the rock had vanished and where it had been floating now stood a young woman with long silky hair and a beautiful robe with billowing sleeves. She opened her eyes and Xiao was taken aback by how much the color resembled the petals of a Glaze Lily.

She blinked a few times and looked around. When she spoke, her words were soft and filled Tao’s heart with nostalgia like she had never experienced before. “May I ask where I am?”

Tao cleared her throat and let go of the adepti next to her. “You’re in, uh, Liyue Harbor?”

The woman smiled and turned her eyes to Xiao. “It is good to see you, Xiao. Do you remember me?”

He felt his throat go dry. Xiao let his weapon disappear and fell to his knees before her, biting his tongue to keep himself from making any noises. “My lady.”

She snorted playfully and tugged on his hair to make him stand back up. “Get up, you drama queen, since when have I ever required you to be so formal? So where is he? I do not feel Morax’s presence here.”

Tao reached over and tugged on her sleeve. “Yeah, hi, I’m Tao. I’m the director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor? Whomst are you?”

“My name is Guizhong, my little peach.” Her eyes were as soft as silk.

Hu Tao’s jaw dropped dramatically as her words came out as sputters. Xiao got back to his feet with wide eyes.

“But how can you be here? You…”

“Died? Yeah, that happens sometimes.” Guizhong fluffed her hair with a smirk. “Anyways, where’s Morax? I need to ask him why it took him almost four thousand years to unlock the Memory of Dust.”

“He’s, umm, Rex Lapis is out today. We are the ones that freed you, Lady Guizhong. Were you trapped in there for over three thousand years?” Xiao cocked his head to the side.

The god looked around again. “That seems to be the case, yes. I put a piece of my soul inside the Memory of Dust as a failsafe in case anything happened to me during the Archon War. So tell me, Xiao, what all has happened in my absence? Why are you not accompanied by the other yakshas?”

Xiao rocked back and forth on his heels uncomfortably and didn’t meet her eyes. Hu Tao stepped over and linked her arm in Guizhong’s. “I’m not sure I know everything that happened, but I can at least tell you what happened in the past month or so!”

~~~~~ “What a splendid meal! I swear, Mister Zhongli, we should enjoy such fine dining more often!” Childe wiped his face on a silk napkin with a wide smile.

Zhongli nodded and reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet to pay for the food, but stopped. “Oh, well, this is certainly awkward now.”

“No Mora again? I took you for a working man.” The Harbinger winked and pulled out his own wallet. “You are lucky to be dining with someone as generous as myself.”

Childe leaned across the table and his voice dropped tremendously. “And of course, you understand what I require in return.”

Zhongli shook his head. “I’m not fighting you.”

The younger man laughed and fell back in his seat. “Such stubbornness! Oh how I wish to beat it out of you!”

“Perhaps I could treat you to some quality tea and more chopstick-using lessons instead?” The ex-Archon felt himself grinning.

Childe’s smile only grew. “Deal!”

The walk back to Zhongli’s apartment was pleasant. Zhongli quite enjoyed all of Childe’s stories from his childhood in Snezhnaya and because he was no longer duty bound to Liyue as its Archon, he silently promised to one day visit the icy country of the North.

However, all pleasantries fell away when they approached the front door and noticed that a window was smashed, the sound of conversation floating out into the air of the night. Childe smirked and pulled out his swords. “Looks like I’ll get my fight after all!”

Zhongli recognized one of the voices, but he couldn't place it. He pulled his key out of his coat pocket and unlocked the door quietly. They slipped inside and looked around for the intruders. However, Zhongli froze when he caught sight of who sat at his dinner table without a care in the world.

“And then, after this guy almost floods the entire city, Zhongli still asks him out to dinner!” Hu Tao laughed.

Xiao crossed his arms and grumbled from across the table. “It is as they say, ‘love is blind’.”

“I for one think this Childe man sounds pleasant. He certainly isn't any more dangerous than Morax’s other exes.” The second woman giggled.

Zhongli dropped his keys as Childe slipped behind him. “What’s this? A party for us?”

The yaksha gasped and jumped to his feet, bowing lowly at the hip. “My lord! Forgive the intrusion! I shall repair your window at once!”

Tao coughed loudly from her seat. “Simp.”

Guizhong slid out of her seat gracefully and stood before Zhongli. “Hey there, old timer.”

He crossed the distance between them and engulfed her in a hug. “Are you really here?

“Uh… yes? My question is why did it take you three thousand and seven hundred years to unlock the Memory of Dust?!” She hugged him back, but gave him a wicked pinch.

He let go and looked around. “It was an impossible puzzle--”

Xiao rubbed the back of his neck. “Director Hu and I solved it in half an hour.”

“And out popped the pretty god!” Tao grabbed a cup of tea from the table and downed it in a single gulp. “Oh, hi twink!”

“Hi yourself, shortie!” Childe waved at her from the doorway. “Anyways, can someone introduce me to this lovely woman here?”

She moved a gaping Zhongli out of her way to shake Childe’s hand. “Hi, I’m Guizhong!”

“Guizhong? As in the God of Dust? Nice to meet you, I’m Childe, but I also go by Tartaglia!”

Hu Tao moved over to Xiao and pinched his elbow, prompting him to hand her three Mora. “I told you they would hit it off.”

Guizhong turned back to Zhongli to see a tear streaking down his cheek. She frowned and grabbed his arm. “Oh no, Morax! Don't be sad! I’m back!”

“I’m not sad…” He examined every inch of her face. How could he had forgotten how kind her eyes were? “This may be the happiest day of my life.”

Childe cleared his throat loudly. “So… about that tea and those lessons you promised me?”

The ex-Archon remembered his existence. “Oh, right, my apologies, Childe. Do you still wish to learn how to use chopsticks?”

Guizhong gasped loudly. “You don't know how to use chopsticks?! It’s a good thing that I’m a god of wisdom! Xiao, get in that kitchen and find us some pairs to use at once!”

The adepti gulped and moved to follow her orders. “Yes ma’am.”

Childe was dragged to the table by the woman with the large sleeves and forcefully sat down. Xiao returned with chopsticks and Hu Tao took the seat next to him with a large smile.

As Guizhong began her instructions, Zhongli watched the scene unfold with deep emotions in his eyes. He had fantasised for centuries about what the Memory of Dust held within - that perhaps it was some sort of parting wisdom from his oldest friend, but this? Having a piece of her soul be trapped within it, waiting for him to unlock it?

He chuckled to himself, of course it would. That was how Guizhong’s fantastic mind worked.

“Forgive my interruption, but how did you two unlock the Memory of Dust? I tried and failed for almost four thousand years to solve the puzzle.” He glanced at his desk where the contraption would have sat.

Guizhong’s laugh was like bells ringing in his ears. “Morax, you old fool, you simply needed two people to solve it. To acknowledge that you need assistance is the most wise thing a person can do.”

Zhongli sat down in an empty chair and watched Childe drop his chopsticks to crack his knuckles. “Then I see that even I still have much to learn from you. I take it you will be returning to Juyuin Karst?”

She snorted. “Oh gods no! I’m staying with you, partner! You think I can afford to travel around whenever I want to? In this economy? No sir, you’ve just got yourself a new roommate and you can blame little Conqueror of Demons and your boss for that!”

#Hu Tao and Childe continue to be moods #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #genshin impact #Zhongli #Hu Tao #Xiao #Childe #Guizhong

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