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m-jelly · 2 years

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idk if u’ll wanna do this cuz its angst but anyways!!

I hope ur requests r still open, ty for ur workk!! we love and admire everything u have written:)))

Soulmate au with levi, idk where i saw it hut i saw it somewhere.

The first time u touch ur soulmate you’ll gain a mark where you were touched, and the same effect happens the last time you do.

The first time you touched levi was when u accidentally bumped into him while finding hanji in a crowd. u didnt realise until after hanji pointed it out, neither did levi. Over time u gain feelings for him without realising hes the one, neither of u acted on it knowing u can still gain crushes even if it isn’t your soulmate.

Now ur dying in his arms he sees the familiar marks.

That's okay! I do angst. I will make it a happy ending as I always do happy endings <3 Thank you for being here and your sweet kindness <3

@kenkopanda-art I love you and your work <3

Lasting touch

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Alternative AU, soulmate AU, romance, falling in love, angst, happy ending, cop Levi.

Concept: While running to meet your friend Hange, you bumped into Levi causing a mark to be left on him and one on you. Hange points out what happened, meaning you've touched your soulmate. You and Levi are not aware your marks are from each other. Hange introduces you and Levi, you both get to know each other and slowly fall in love. During an attack on a building, you work in, you are shot. Levi comes to your aid and notices a mark slowly appearing on his skin as he stops the bleeding. As he waits at the hospital he sees the mark slowly fading away, meaning you're alive.

You hurried through the crowd of people and bumped into a few people along the way. You slammed into one person hard due to someone shoving you hard. You looked to the person you bumped into to lock eyes with steel blue ones. "Sorry." You ran off to see your friends waiting for you. "Hange! Sorry, I'm late. I kind of got overtaken by the crowd."

Hange gave you a tight hug. "That's alright. As long as you're okay."

You hummed. "I'm good."

They pushed you back and saw a little heart on your arm. "Your soulmate is here!"

You looked at your arm. "Oh, oh look!"

"This is amazing."

You blushed a little. "It's sad I won't know who because I bumped into a lot of people. Oh well."

Hange ruffled your hair. "No matter." They gasped and waved. "There he is! Detective! This handsome man is Levi Ackerman."

You offered your hand and gave your name. "Hello."

Levi shook it. "Nice to meet you too."

You smiled a little. "So, shall we have tea?"

Hange led the way. "Yes!"

Levi walked with you and made sure to stay at your side. He looked over at you and felt his heart skip a beat. He cleared his throat and joined you and Hange for tea. He listened to you and Hange talk about all sorts. Levi ended up talking to you and found you and him had a lot in common and you just clicked. He found himself smiling in delight.

You said your goodbyes after the tea, but it wasn't the last time you saw Levi. You and Levi started meeting up often without Hange being around. The meet-ups started to be unspoken dates. You both felt the connection, but you never acted on it at all.

You laughed hard at Levi's joke as you walked with him to the diner. "You're a funny guy."

"I try." He opened the door for you. "How's work?"

"Better than normal." You sat down and sighed. "How's it for you?"

"Bad."

You reached over and held Levi's hand. "Sorry."

He shrugged. "This city is pretty shit." He squeezed your hand. "But there are good things about it. I got to meet you."

You giggled and noticed a little heart on Levi's arm. "Oh, you've found your soulmate."

Levi looked down at his arm. "Yeah."

"Do you know who it is?"

"No." He stared at yours. "You?"

You shook your head. "No, but that's okay." You smiled brightly at him. "I don't think I need my soulmate. I'm happy I'm..." You gulped hard. "Never mind." You smiled at Levi. "So, what are you feeling food wise?"

"I don't mind." He looked at the menu. "You want to share a platter and a big ice cream one too?"

"Yes!"

He smiled a little. "Great." He ordered the food and drinks. "It's all on me. My treat."

You hummed a laugh and leaned your cheek on your hand. "Your girlfriend is a lucky woman or your soulmate."

Levi blushed a little. "I haven't got either."

You frowned. "Really? But you're so lovely!"

"I could say the same for you."

You nibbled your lip. "I'm not...I wouldn't say that about me."

Levi gazed at you. "You're more wonderful than you think." He played with your hand and smiled. "You really are." He kissed the back of your hand and hummed. He adored your natural scent, it was just so soothing to him. "I'm glad I met you."

You smiled. "Me too."

You and Levi continued your date and let him walk you home. You didn't meet up again after that because things didn't run smoothly. You were at work and the building next door was attacked and raided. The raid filtered over into your building. You thought it was going to be okay, until you were shot.

Levi ran into the building once the shooting was over. His heart stopped when saw you gasping for life as you lay on the floor. He skidded to your side and applied pressure to your wound. "Stay with me." He said your name. "Stay with me."

You gasped and placed your hand on Levi's. "It's been an honour knowing you." You welled up. "I really liked you."

He smiled softly. "I like you a lot too. You have to stay with me because I have so many things to tell you." He looked down at his hand when you moved your hand away to see a faded heart slowly getting stronger. "Wait...you're my soulmate?"

You smiled softly. "I wish I wasn't dying."

Levi gulped hard. He looked up. "MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC NOW!" He watched a paramedic run over. "Help her, please."

She nodded. "Yes sir, just let her go and I'll start."

Levi pulled away and watched the medics work. He followed you into the ambulance and held your hand tightly with his eyes glued onto the heart getting bolder on his hand. He pressed his lips against your hand and begged you in his head not to die.

He sat in the waiting room as you went in for surgery. He stared at the mark becoming bold. He felt himself breaking. He pressed the mark. "Please, please don't go. I love you." He massaged the mark and saw it slowly fading. He gasped knowing you were alive. He watched the heart disappear. He smiled and looked at a doctor coming over. "She's alive?"

The doctor nodded. "She's going to make a full recovery. I did think we were going to lose her, but she fought."

"Can I see her?"

"Sure. Follow me."

Levi hurried along to your room and sat on your bed. He held your hand tightly and lost track of time as he stared at you and begged you to open your eyes. He lit up when your weakly opened your eyes. "Hi, soulmate."

You hummed a weak laugh. "Hi. Sorry I scared you."

"Don't be sorry. I'm just glad you're alive."

You squeezed his hand. "I love you."

Levi brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead. "I love you too." He laughed a little. "I'll protect you and love you for life, I swear."

"I promise that too."

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elmleif · 1 year

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15 questions for 15 mutuals

tysm for tagging me @softimbue!! i'm not sure who to tag so pls if you feel like doing this you're more than welcome to just pretend i tagged you lol.

1: are you named after anyone?

nope!! just erin since my family has irish lineage!

2: when was the last time you cried?

eh every day the last few weeks, breakup tingz!!

3: do you have kids?

no, and I don’t plan on ever having any tbh some people just aren’t maternal and that’s ok!!

4: do you use sarcasm a lot?

I feel like I have a good grasp on one single type of sarcasm aka the very animated exaggerated kind, so I’ll use that sometimes but still don’t get it when people are sarcastic with me with a straight face, you’re just speaking to me normally yeah of course I took what u said at face value and believed it lol 10 years and my ex still uses dry sarcasm on me and is shocked when I believe what he’s telling me????

5: what sports do you play/have you played?

I was on a basketball team for one day as a teen and left the first practice bc I failed every layup we had to do and cried hysterically bc I was so embarrassed LOL no sports for me.

6: what's the first thing you notice about people?

eye contact, if you make strong eye contact i immediately am very very afraid of you.

7: eye color?

idk like a darker grey/blue??

8: scary movies or happy endings?

hmmm idk i haven't watched a movie in at least a year or so, so whichever kind of movie wont make me cry whether that be happy or sad tears bc once i start crying i literally cannot stop myself lol

9: any special talents?

cannot think of anything off the top of my head tbh lol

10: where were you born?

in queens!! where i stayed until i was 19 until leaving for 🤮texas🤮

11: what are your hobbies?

sims, and for a while collecting squishmallows but i have to get rid of all of them to move :-( i have tons of clay and earring supplies though so i'm hoping i'll have the energy/mental capacity to begin exploring that once i move!!

12: do you have any pets?

yes at the moment i have my siamese cat nelson, and my ex and i's pitbull Nala who'll be staying behind in texas. my heart dog chappie passed away about a year or two ago so i'm hoping to get another chinese crested one day again, they're such special little babies and i've never experienced a love as unconditional as chappie's that little guy was my whole entire world :-(

13: how tall are you?

somehow this usually surprises online mutuals, maybe i give off taller vibes?? but i'm 5'2!!

14: favorite subject in school?

art!!! i had a very rocky high school experience and honestly did not attend school very much AT ALL, but my high school art teacher was so kind and supportive and always made me feel so safe coming to school when i otherwise didn't. and fun fact she was Tommy Chong of Cheech and Chong's ex girlfriend and was even in Up in Smoke LOL

15: dream job?

i used to be a librarian before i moved to Texas so i'd say that's my dream job once agian!! i've been a dog groomer for 8-9 years now and it's quite literally destroying my body and I really hope I'm able to find another librarian position back up north soon.

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vilapollo · 2 years

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secret lovers pt 2

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader

tags: sfw, drabble, fluff (brotherly interactions between Kaeya and Diluc bcos i need them), jealousy, alcohol, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, not edited

note: i didn't expect this to be a little too long lmao i just had to write a little interaction between Diluc and Kaeya even though i intended this to be a bit shorter. hope you guys don't mind ;u; also, i finally gave in and created a twitter account! this time, it's strictly for those who are 18+. i'll post more of my art there, especially the nsfw ones. if you're also on arttwt, let's be mutuals @/vilapollo_ :D

You were in Sumeru when you received a letter from your dear brother, Diluc. The letter didn't contain anything else other than him telling you to come home. When you talked to Scaramouche about it, he wasn't pleased in the very least. Still, your words were somehow able to come across to him that he let you go home without an unresolved argument between the two of you.

It took you a few weeks to arrive home. And as soon as you arrived, you were met with a sense of nostalgia, your chest brimming with happiness as soon as you were greeted at the gates of the city. You exchanged several greetings with some of the citizens. Briefly, you told them about what you have been doing in your travels. It was hard to excuse yourself from the conversations, but you soon finally arrived at Angel's Share.

"We're still closed," a gruff voice came from the counter of the tavern. You knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Maybe you can make an exception for me?" you asked as you approached the redhead.

His eyes lifted from cleaning up the bar and to you. You grinned at him, spreading your arms as you approached him. Diluc just stared at you, his frown never leaving his face. You dropped your arms to your sides and huffed.

"Wow, thanks for the warm welcome, big brother." You settled on one of the bar stools and rested your elbows on the counter. "One special drink please."

Diluc sighed and pulled away from the counter. He turned around without a word and began working on the drink he created which he named after you. His hands were quick and sure, knowing which bottles to grab and mix. A minute later, he turned and served you a single glass filled with purple liquid.

You took a sip then folded your hands together, looking directly at your brother. "Will Kaeya be here tonight?" you asked.

"Most likely," he replied as he continued cleaning the area. "You should go home and rest after that drink. You didn't have to trouble yourself visiting me at work."

You pouted. "How rude," you huffed. "Keep acting like that and Kaeya will now be my favorite brother."

Diluc scoffed. "Wait until you see Kaeya bring someone home every night," he said. "You'll come back to the mansion in less than one week."

"Well, it's not like I will be here for more than a week, Diluc," you chuckled as you took another sip from your drink. "I have things to take care of in Sumeru. I only came home because your letter seemed urgent. Speaking of which, why did you want me to return here?"

Diluc halted his movements, turning to look at you. "I just wanted you to visit us," he answered. "Why? What business do you have in Sumeru that you have to shorten your stay here?"

You smiled. "Well, I'm working on a research over there with a friend I met. I need to come back as soon as possible for us to be able to continue our research," you replied, rehearsing this line on your way back from Sumeru countless of times.

"Huh," was all Diluc said for a while.

Soon, you finished your drink and you hopped off of your seat. "Well, I'll meet you back at the mansion. Thanks for the drink, dear brother!"

You were about to leave the tavern when Diluc's words froze you in place. "That friend of yours....he doesn't happen to be a Harbinger, does he?" It took you by surprise that you weren't able to deny nor confirm it, but the silence was enough for Diluc to know the answer to that question.

"Diluc, what—"

"I told Elzer to clean up your room. It should be ready when you get home. Don't wait for me. I'll be here until the morning," he said.

You swallowed, knowing that tone of voice that Diluc used on you. He may not be in the mood to talk now, but you surely wouldn't be able to get away from him later on.

•

Your heart was racing against your chest up until the next morning. They knew what you do during your travels, but you never once mentioned that you were travelling with someone. Diluc had connections everywhere. If you told him that you were travelling with a friend, you were afraid that he would somehow find out that that 'friend' was a Harbinger.

But now, Diluc knew.

It wouldn't matter how he found out since he wouldn't talk about it for sure, but you couldn't help but wonder. How did words even travel from Sumeru to Mondstadt? You cursed the winds but immediately apologized under your breath. There was no use blaming how fast the word traveled. You cleared your head as much as you could and readied yourself for the inevitable.

Diluc was quiet while you two shared your breakfast. Despite the pit in your stomach, you were thankful for the taste of home that you were able to somehow eat properly. After breakfast, however, Diluc dismissed everyone from the dining room. You suddenly felt like throwing up everything you ate.

"So, what are you doing with a Fatui?" Diluc asked.

"Is this why you wanted me to come home?" you asked.

Diluc was calm, which was something you hadn't expected. Well, you've never really seen him truly mad towards you. A small part of you thought that it might be because you were the only person he has left aside from Kaeya.

"I was worried," Diluc said.

You pursed your lower lip. You were thinking of a hundred lies to make up just to be able to get away from this and now hurt Diluc's feelings, but those words made your thoughts pause. "I'm sorry for worrying you," you replied. "I'm fine, though, okay? You know me."

"You're smart, that I know. That's why I had no doubts when I allowed you to go off on your own. I knew you could handle yourself. However, when I learned that you were with a Harbinger, I was scared that you were being used or worse, manipulated."

You reached out your hand and placed it on Diluc's arm. "Hey, do you remember who my big brother is?" you asked, smiling at him. "A Fatui would never dare harm a single hair on my body if they wanted what's best for them."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Indeed. However, I will not be taking any chances." He opened his eyes again. A chill ran down your spine at the hard look on his face. "That's why you will not be returning to Sumeru."

"What?!" You shot out of your chair, eyes wide as you frantically searched his eyes for any indication that he was bluffing. "No," you muttered under your breath. "Diluc, you can't do this!"

"I can and I must." He rose out of his chair.

"You aren't even going to ask me about that Fatui I'm with?!"

"The Balladeer," Diluc said, coldly. "He's dangerous. I don't know what he did to you, but I will make sure to take you out of that stupor he put you in. Now, get yourself ready. Kaeya will be coming to get you in an hour."

•

"There seems to be nothing wrong with her," Albedo said as he stepped away from you.

"There is nothing wrong with me," you grumbled.

Kaeya sighed, crossing his arms. "Are you sure she's okay?"

"Unless they made a potion that is unable to detect," Albedo replied. "I highly doubt that is possible."

Kaeya nodded. "Alright," he said. "I'll talk to you later. Thank you, Albedo."

The alchemist nodded. "I'll just come back for my equipment later, then." With that, he left Kaeya's office, leaving the two of you alone.

"When Diluc called me, I was extremely worried." Kaeya sat on the couch beside you.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. You can't help but feel angry, but guilty at the same time. You admit that Scaramouche doesn't really have any good traits for you to defend him. He was good with manipulating people. He doesn't have any ounce of respect for other people. He thought too highly of himself. However, that man treats you as if you were almost worth an archon's power. He's struggling to show that through his emotions, but you understood his intentions behind those lavish gifts.

Still, everyone wouldn't understand and you knew that. They have every good reason to doubt Scaramouche's intentions towards you.

"When we both learned about this, I had to do everything in my power to stop Diluc from heading to Sumeru himself," Kaeya said. "I told him to trust you that you knew what you were doing. And you coming back here indicates just that. So, what were you doing with a dangerous Harbinger in Sumeru?"

You swallowed before looking Kaeya straight into his eye. "He's...just a friend," you replied. "I met him in Sumeru. He became interested in my research, so he decided to help me."

"And why would he help you?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, the lies spilling from your tongue easily. "He told me he was just bored. I was...skeptical at first, but he didn't do anything that indicates he's using me for whatever he's doing with the Fatui. And I would know if he's using me, Kaeya. I've already travelled to several places. I was well taken care of when I was younger but that doesn't mean I know nothing of the outside world."

Kaeya placed a hand on your head and smiled. "I know that. Diluc knows that as well. And we're both proud of the person you've become." He then tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "But we're family. We're bound to worry and act upon it if you're in possible danger."

"But he can't just make me stay here in Mondstadt," you replied. "This research is important for me. I can't just abandon it."

He sighed. "I'll do my best to talk to Diluc. For now, we do as he says. I think it's for the best as well."

•

A week has passed. You promised Scaramouche that you will be leaving Mondstadt right away, but with both Diluc and Kaeya agreeing that you stay, you really couldn't do anything but obey. So you sent him a letter to Sumeru.

Despite the uncertainty if you'll ever be able to see Scaramouche any time soon, you can't help but be thankful. This thing somehow brought Diluc and Kaeya together. Kaeya often visits the mansion and the three of you just bonded as siblings which was something you've never seen in years. You loved hearing the banters between Kaeya and DIluc. One of them feeling offended if you sided with the other.

You never wanted it to end, but a part of you felt that there was something coming. You were afraid to find out whatever that was, so you decided to distract yourself from your thoughts whenever your brothers were working. You walked around Mondstadt and just tried to relive the times before you started travelling. You avoided the Fatui as much as possible. You don't know if they knew about your relationship with the sixth Harbinger, but you didn't want to take your chances. That's why you found yourself always walking alongside Huffman during his patrols.

"Are you sure I'm not bothering you?" you had asked one time when you realized this.

The man had laughed. "No, not at all. Mondstadt is usually peaceful so the patrol get's boring at times. It's nice to have company."

And since Mondstadt was small, words travelled fast. Soon enough, everyone seemed to be asking whether you would be staying in Mondstadt for good. Mondstadt was home, but you couldn't see yourself staying there for the rest of your life. You told them just that and most of the time they would ask how Huffman would feel.

"Huffman?" you would ask. "Well, we'll still be friends, of course."

They would give you a look as if they knew something you don't, but you didn't mind it that much.

However, even Kaeya started asking about it.

You were in the tavern, drinking with Kaeya, Venti, and Rosaria, when he brought it up.

"So, I heard you've been hanging out with a certain someone, eh?" Kaeya grinned, leaning towards you.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to search your memory with your drunken mind. "Who?" you finally asked.

"Oh, come on," Venti laughed. "I know you know. The wind is filled with love and I believe I know who are the source of it."

You gasped, grinning from ear to ear. "Ohhhh, who is it from?" you slurred.

"Oh, come on, my dear. There's no need to be shy with your big brother. You know I can help you with your romantic endeavors." Kaeya wrapped his arm around you and smirked down at you. "I know you've got your eye on a certain someone."

You blinked up at him, waiting for the realization to dawn on you. "Y-You know about him?!" you exclaimed, earning a few glances from the other patrons in the tavern.

"It's basically what everyone was talking about," Rosaria replied.

You gasped loudly. "What?!"

Kaeya laughed. "Oh, look at you, turning all red," he teased.

"That's definitely the alcohol," Rosaria scoffed.

"No, no! They're definitely shy," Venti argued. "Ah, it makes me want to play a tune for this newfound love."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You're not angry?" you asked Kaeya.

"Of course not! If anything, I'm actually quite happy for you. You truly are growing so fast." He sighed as he leaned against you, wrapping his arms around you. "The next thing I know, I'm already walking you down the aisle to the man that you love."

You smiled, warmth filling your chest.

"Sooo, what did you like about him, hm?" Venti asked, already strumming a tune on his harp.

The music somehow urged your fuzzy mind to ramble. "Well, first of all, he's cute. Oh, but he doesn't like it when I call him that so," you placed a finger on your lips, "shhhh." You giggled to yourself. "I also like it whenever he gives me those small touches once in a while. It may not seem like it but he's actually shy when it comes to those stuff. It makes my heart flutter every time he tries to step out of his comfort zone and does things for me."

"Aw, look at you so in love," Kaeya cooed.

"Do you think DIluc will like him?" you asked, eyes getting a little heavy.

"Of course, he would. If he didn't, you know big brother Kaeya always has your back."

You smiled to yourself. "Hm, I hope he likes him," you muttered to yourself as you let the alcohol sweep you off to sleep.

•

Out of all the ways you predicted how things would play out, you certainly didn't expect this. Scaramouche was in Mondstadt in the Goth Grand Hotel. As expected, this worried Diluc even more. It was a good thing that Kaeya reassured him and said that he would assign Huffman to guard you at all times whenever you were in the city.

You purposefully visited the Favonius headquarters just to be able to see whether you would come across Scaramouche, but you never did. He wasn't going outside and you couldn't exactly just walk in and ask to see him.

"There's something in your mind," Huffman noted.

You lifted your head and looked at him. "Huh?"

He chuckled. "Are you worried about the Harbinger in the city?" he asked. "You know you don't have to worry about it. I heard he spoke to Master Jean the other day and it seems that he was just checking to see if any of the goods from Snezhnaya were safely delivered here in Mondstadt."

"H-He spoke to Jean?" You couldn't help but wonder what Scaramouche's plan was. Jean was smart so you knew that she knew the Harbinger must have other plans than just 'delivering goods'. You couldn't help but think Scaramouche was being reckless because he had no business being in Mondstadt other than you for sure.

With Huffman being with you the whole day, you can't find a time to slip away and head to the hotel. That's why you decided to go there when most of Mondstadt is already asleep. It was easy sneaking out of the house and walking around Mondstadt undetected. Finally, you reached the hotel but you were stopped by a guard.

"I'm here to see Lord Scaramouche," you said as you lowered your mask. You don't know if they knew of your relationship with Scaramouche but, thankfully, he let you in without a second thought.

Inside, you were escorted into where Scaramouche was staying. He was definitely waiting for you to come to him. After all, he can't actually approach you with Diluc and the knights around you all the time. You couldn't even imagine the mess that would turn out to be.

"Let them in," you heard Scaramouche say from the other side of the door. The person who approached you opened the door for you and ushered you in before closing the door behind you.

"Scara," you breathed as soon as you saw him.

"Took you a while." He was standing by the window, arms crossed over his chest. When he turned to you, his expression wasn't what you expected. "It seems you were too busy with a certain lover boy."

You lowered your hood and met his glare. "You mean Huffman?" you asked.

"I heard you two seem to be very well-acquainted during your whole stay here. Guess you finally found someone to introduce to your dear brothers, hm?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Please don't tell me you're jealous, Scaramouche," you chuckled.

"I'm never jealous, love. I just don't appreciate someone else touching what's mine," he replied.

"Yeah, right." You rolled your eyes and approached him. You looked out the window, noticing the path you always walked on during the day below. "My brothers panicked when you arrived. They had Huffman escort me around so it was hard to meet you."

"That's not what I heard from the rumors."

You looked at him, smirking. "You are jealous, Scaramouche. You didn't care about the rumors surrounding you."

"Because those rumors were true."

He had a point.

"Well...that doesn't mean the rumors you heard, whatever that is, is true. What were those rumors specifically anyway?"

Scaramouche stared at you for a while before huffing and turning away from you. "It doesn't matter."

"Really?" you asked, chuckling as you followed him to the couch by the fireplace. "That doesn't seem to be the case just now."

"It's not important. What's important is when your brothers are going to let you go. I can't stay here in Mondstadt for long," he said.

You huffed at the way he switched the topic. Embarrassing Scaramouche wasn’t a normal occurrence so you tend to indulge yourself for a while whenever it happens. “Well, like I said earlier, my brothers panicked when they learned that you were here. I doubt they’d be letting me go any time soon.”

He clicked his tongue. “You know you don’t need their permission, right? You have a mind of your own. And since you’re here now,” he stood and reached his hand out to you, “let’s return to Sumeru, away from your brothers, away from Mondstadt.”

You looked down at his hand before looking up at him. “What do you mean?” you asked.

“If your brothers reacted this way just from you being seen with me, what more if they knew of our relationship?” He leaned down and placed both of his hands on either side of your head, trapping you on the couch. He locked his gaze on you, locks of his hair framing his face. “You wouldn’t want to find that out, would you?”

You swallowed. “This is unfair, Scaramouche,” you whispered.

“Unfair?” he asked. “How so? I’m just giving you an option to run away. If anyone’s being unfair here, it would be your brothers, isn’t it? You’re the only one they have left, so of course they would be selfish and keep you to themselves.”

“They’re just protecting me, Scara.”

“Oh? So, they don’t think you could handle yourself out there then?” he asked.

You gritted your teeth and pushed Scaramouche. You stood and faced him, glaring at him. “You wouldn’t have met me if they thought that way, Scaramouche,” you said.

“Then, how did Diluc find out that you were with me in Sumeru, hm? Don’t forget that your brother has connections, my love. You know what that means, right?”

You shoved a finger in his chest. “You don’t know my brothers like I do, Scaramouche. I know what you’re doing. Don’t you dare treat me like I’m your enemy. Don’t you dare manipulate me into getting what you want. The way I see it, you’re the one who doesn’t have any ounce of trust in me. You went here to Mondstadt in the guise of delivering products?” You laughed, mockingly. “You’re here to get me because you didn’t think I could handle my brothers.”

He snatched your wrist, making you gasp. His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at you. Despite his stature, the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were smaller than him. It has been a long time since you’ve seen that look on his face. “I’m here to help you, love. You think I don’t know what’s happening here? I know you can handle your brothers. If I couldn’t make you stay away from me before, what exactly can your brothers do to that stubborn mind of yours, hm? Nothing. But the thing is, they’re becoming closer. They’re starting to mend their relationship and our relationship is the reason for that.”

His breath fanned over your face. Your eyes widened as you saw tears building in the corner of his eyes. He whispered your name as he pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you. You were speechless because everything he said just now was right. Seeing Diluc and Kaeya becoming closer was the reason you couldn’t just leave. It’s been years and you wanted to relish in the feeling of having a complete family once again.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“But this isn’t the way things should go, Scaramouche. I’m sure we can find a way.”

He was quiet as he tightened his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. “We both know there isn’t a way for one relationship to stay without breaking the other.”

You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, taking in his scent. When you opened your eyes, your gaze landed on the mirror that reflected the two of you. You would think that the scene before you was something worth engraving in your mind.

That was until Scaramouche raised his hand with a syringe in his hand.

•

You were feeling groggy when you woke up. Your vision was blurry and your head felt as if it was about to burst any second now. A painful groan escaped your lips as you turned to your side.

“Oh, love, you’re awake.” A hand was placed in your head. You leaned into the touch and there was a small chuckle which sounded awfully familiar. “Here, get up, and drink some water.”

You were gently pulled into a sitting position. A rim of a glass was pressed against your parted lips and you gulped down quite an amount of water. The voice let out a pleased hum. They turned your head and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.

You sighed against the kiss and leaned forward. “Scara,” you murmured.

Your vision finally cleared and you looked up at him. He smiled down at you and you wondered if you were dreaming because the Scaramouche you knew would never show any emotion that he deemed soft or weak. You reached for his face and caressed his cheek. If this was a dream, you wanted to relish in it. However, as you attempted to get up and embrace him, something cold around your ankle made you stay in place.

Confusion contorted your expression so you turned and looked down at your ankles. Suddenly, it was as if warmth left the room despite the clear sunlight coming in through the windows.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Scaramouche chuckled as he got up. “Just making sure to take extra precautions.”

“Scaramouche….what’s this?” you asked as you tugged on the chain around your left ankle. You then looked around and the nature of the room didn’t indicate that you were back in the Goth Grand Hotel or in Mondstadt. “Where am I?”

“Your new home.” He stood at the foot of the bed you were in, arms behind him. “What do you think?”

It was getting harder to breathe, but you tried to keep yourself calm as much as possible. You searched your mind for whatever happened before this. It was fuzzy but the image of Scaramouche injecting you with an unknown liquid suddenly came to mind. “No,” you gasped. “What did you do?” You crawled out of bed, grabbing Scaramouche’s collar. “Where did you take me?!”

He took your hands gently and rubbed your skin as if to soothe you. Your name fell from his lips that would’ve turned you into a small puddle if it weren’t for the current situation that you were in. “I meant it when I told you that I would never let you go; that I would do everything in my power to do so.” As your fingers weakened, he took your hand to his face. The smile from earlier never left his face, but looking at it now made your skin crawl. “I promised you that I wouldn’t let anyone stand in our way. And that includes you, my love.”

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manjiroro · 3 years

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Hello!! Can I please request chifuyu, inupi, baij and Mikey fluff with a fem s/o who's personality is similar to langa from sk8 infinity -thanks🥰

fem s/o who is like langa hasegawa

characters: chifuyu, inui, baji, mikey

content: fluff, fem reader

helloo!! thank you for requesting! I apologise for the delay huhu and i really love langa :,,)

i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy~~

c h i f u y u

chifuyu thought that you didn’t like him when the both of you first met

because you’re usually stoic and not much of a talker

so whenever he tries to initiate conversation with you, you’ll always give him one word answers

you were generally the quiet kid in class but until one day where he saw you laughing and talking so happily outside of school with your friends

so from that he was more convinced that you hated him

but really, you just didn’t know what to say to him

he immediately caught your interest when you saw him walking over to a bike and mounting it

“Is that your bike?”

you asked him while cocking your head to the side

chifuyu had to double take, did you finally initiate conversation with him?

“yeah.”

“that’s cool!!!”

your stoic and calm face soon turned into an excited one, eyes sparkling and shoulders raised

so from that, the both of you soon got closer

he’s the one to confess to you, because he thinks you’re cute

he really enjoys hanging out with you, you’re fun to hang out with

chifuyu really likes it when you get excited

he thinks that is the cutest you ever looked

but he’s worried for your safety

this poor boy has to deal with you constantly looking out for thrills

and you’ll always end up in dangerous situations

he doesn’t want you to get hurt

“fuyu, fuyu, babe, babe”

“yeah?”

“wouldn’t it be fun if i followed you to fights?”

“HAH?”

“yeah yeah, i can fight!”

“babe, the martial arts you learned when you were 8 isn’t gonna help. you’ll get hurt.”

“well, you can teach me how to fight.”

chifuyu is well aware of how quick of a learner you are

even though he was impressed, he can never teach you how to fight

he knows you’ll get carried away and end up going to fights on your own

so to play it safe, he would rather not teach you at all

besides, he likes being the one to protect you

chifuyu also knows how stubborn you are when it comes to work

you’re a hardworker, so you tend to overwork yourself

but you’re stubborn whenever he tells you to take a break

you’ll always say, “no, i can do this, i need to finish it babe.”

chifuyu will sigh, no matter how many times he nags at you, you won’t listen

so when you’re working late into the night, he’ll stay up with you

if he can’t get you to stop, he’ll just be there for when you need help

he’ll probably sneak into your room at night and sit beside you to watch you work

chifuyu thinks you’re super cute and he’ll be there to take good care of you <3

i n u i

honestly, you and inupi never had a proper conversation when you first met

because the both of you aren’t big talkers

it’s only when you noticed him walking around in his black dragon uniform beside a really tall and big guy who you can only assume is the boss

you thought he was so cool so you initiated conversation with him

but i feel like he’s gonna be cold to you at first

“You’re Seishu Inui right?”

he gave you a look, looking you up and down before nodding his head

“ah, you’re in a gang right? you’re super cool!!!”

he deadpans at you before turning away

you’re gonna tag alongside him no matter how much he tries to brush you off

but after a while of pestering, he’ll give in to responding to you

he realises that you’re actually fun to be with and he’ll grow comfortable around you

and eventually the both of you would get together

he feels like he can be vulnerable around you

because there was something about you that was very comforting

he enjoys laying beside you while he talks about his problems or his day

i don’t think inupi was expecting you to be very excitable

he was expecting you to be more on the calmer side but after getting together with you

he realises that you’re willing to do a lot of weird yet dangerous things that you find fun

when you tell him the dangerous things you want to do, inupi will just deadpan at you before sighing at you

“INUPI, BABE, can i join the black dragons?”

“why.”

“hm well.. it’ll be fun!”

“no.”

he’s kinda grown used to your suggestions so he’s not fazed anymore

but to make up for rejecting your ideas, he’ll take you along to fights and meetings

just so you can feel the excitement even if it’s for a while

he’s gonna make sure you’re right next to him at all times

he’s still worried for your safety and wellbeing

inupi is honestly impressed with how quick you’re able to learn new skills

he’ll definitely teach you how to fight, for self defense purposes

and he was surprised to see that you had gotten the basics down within a couple of weeks

but one day, he stumbles upon you training at 3am in the morning and he realises the reason why you were able to learn so quickly

it’s because you’re not sleeping

so to make sure you’re taking good care of yourself

he’ll walk past your house to make sure that you’re sleeping

if he sees the lights in your room still turned on, he’ll throw small rocks at your window

to remind you to sleep

inupi thinks that you’re full of surprises and since you’re taking the time to take care of him, he feels the need to do the same as well <3

b a j i

baji probably didn’t pay much attention to you at first

you were a quiet student and he thinks you’re one of those good kids

one day while he was beating up a group of kids who were making fun of him

he spots you standing in the distance, watching him

that’s when he curses at himself, you’ll probably run off to tell the teachers and now you’re terrified of him

but what came out of your mouth caught him of guard

“that’s so cool!!”

he stares at you, he definitely was not expecting that coming from you

“you’re not going to tell the teachers..?”

“nope, those guys are meanies anyways, but you fighting them on your own and winning? that’s amazing!”

that was how you caught baji’s attention

you’ll hang out with him more frequently

and he’ll confess to you

because he likes how fearless you are

and how you support him

baji will be more than happy to bring you out on his crazy adventures

he feels like you’re the only one who would agree to doing them

so if he’s gonna go vandalise something, you’re joining

he’s going to beat a group of older kids? you’re joining

but he doesn’t actually allow you to fight though, he still cares for your safety

so you’ll go there to mostly support him by the side

but the both of you don’t really have a limit to having fun

so the both of you would tend to get carried away

he’s more than happy to teach you something he specialises in

that just means you’ll be able to have as much fun as he does

when you’re overworking yourself, baji will just carry you and put you on top of him

he’ll snuggle into your neck while you struggle to get out of his grasp

“kesuke, please, i need to finish that.”

“yeah well, you’ve been working for too long”

he mumbles into the crook of your neck

you eventually give up and slump into his embrace

you soon fell asleep from how long you’ve been working for and baji laughs at you while stroking your hair

baji will definitely ask you for help with studying

he knows that you grasp concepts really quickly

so he feels like you’re gonna save his life by helping him pass his exams

he’s appreciative of you being patient with him

he can take a longer time to fully understand a certain point

and you’re there to support him

which he absolutely loves about you

he’ll get distracted though, sneaking small kisses when you’re explaining something

baji really loves how he can fully enjoy himself when he’s with you <3

m i k e y

mikey was probably interested in you from the start

it’s because you’re so quiet and you rarely spoke

but outside, with friends, you can be loud and very excitable

he wanted to get to know you better

he’ll try to initiate conversation with you but it always ends with one word answers

he’ll try to bring up things that he thinks might excite you

and he manage to succeed one day when he told you all about his recent fight with toman

“please continue.”

“huh?”

“your story, it’s super interesting! did you win? what happened? how long did the fight last?”

he can’t help but to smile at how adorable you looked then

hands cupping your cheeks as your elbows rested on the table, slightly leaning towards him

your eyes were wide and filled with anticipation

mikey then continued his story

from there, you’d always go up to him asking about his day and greeting him whenever you saw him

the both of you would hang out more often and eventually got together

mikey knows that you liked hearing his adventures with toman to feel the thrill

but what caught him by surprise was that you’re daring enough to do dangerous things just so you could have fun

he’ll agree to your suggestions if he knows he can be there to look out for you

but when he disagrees, he wouldn’t outright say no

instead he’ll pull you into his chest and trap you, so you wouldn’t escape

“mikey mikey, can i ride your bike?”

“do you even know how to ride a bike?”

“no, but you can teach me!”

that’s when mikey pulls you by your arm into his chest, hugging you tightly while he nuzzles his face into your neck

“babe wha-”

“not now, i’m tired, maybe later.”

he mumbles and you huffed at him

you have the tendency to overwork yourself

to get you to stop working, he’ll lie his head on your shoulder, putting his whole weight on you to make you stop

“babe, just a lil while longer okay?”

“no, i’ve been waiting for the past 5 hours, i miss you.”

he’ll mumble into your shoulder

you sigh, putting down whatever you were working on

he’ll lift his head and tackle you into a hug

the both of you end up falling onto the floor because of the impact

and eventually falling asleep with him on top of you on the floor

even if you can be hard for mikey to manage, he really does enjoy your company and ability to make anything fun for the both of you <3

❥ masterlist

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wesimpforxiao · 3 years

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Inception: Chapter 6

The City of Mondstat--what a gorgeous place to host the wind archon! You admired the city gates as you and Ajax crossed the cobblestone bridge that greets guests and attendees alike. The sour face a little boy made as your presence scared the pigeons away made you feel a little bad--it wasn't the first time you've interrupted his pigeon hangouts.

"I'll put our belongings in our apartment. Why don't you take a look around the shops? I'll buy you whatever you like once I've checked in." Ajax removed the pack from your shoulders before you had the chance to answer. "My day will be busy in a bit, so you'll be on your own until late evening. I hope that won't be of any trouble?"

"Of course not. Besides, I have friends here too."

Friends, only as in the wealthiest bachelor in Mond: Diluc! You had met him in the wilderness bordering Liyue and Mondstat, where you had been following a particularly rowdy group of Fatui under Childe's supervision. It had been dark and gloomy, the land filled with thunderous rain that refused to let up, and you were vulnerable to those cryo vultures of agents. Of course, this was during the time after your mother died and were beginning to contemplate causing trouble for the Fatui.

And like a dumbass, you weren't at all careful in the beginning. That night you had bitten off more than you could chew--especially since you had never once used the vision in your pocket and your martial arts skills weren't as refined as they were now. Luckily Diluc was on a similar mission and intervened before you were severely injured. A deep respect formed for one another's resolves and you've been sharing intel with each other ever since.

So where better to go, than to Angel Share? Shopping could wait until later when Ajax would be by your side!

Just as you reached the tavern, you spotted a particularly well-dressed man with long blue hair sitting at one of the tables at the entrance. A few empty pints lay strewn about on his table, his cheeks a faint tint of buzzed-pink. He seemed to be enjoying himself when he spotted you. "Hey, fancy joining me here for a bit?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, sure? I don't believe I know you." You sat across from him and eyed whatever it was he was drinking. 'Dandelion wine.' You've tried it once before; it was light and airy, the fizz of alcohol tickling your taste buds with each sip. You weren't a frequent drinker though, so it's been quite some time since your last taste of alcohol.

"Kaeya, Knight of Favonius," the man held his gloved hand out to you, and you took it with little hesitance. The people of Mondstat were always warm and welcoming. "Who might I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"Reed. It's nice to meet you, Sir Kaeya. Do you come to Angel Share often? I thought it's unprofessional for knights to be seen at taverns." Especially since it's the middle of the day! Shouldn't he be on duty?!

"On the contrary, taverns are excellent sources of information. Though I suppose I come here more often than what's considered necessary." Kaeya's eye carefully narrowed as he studied you, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I've never seen you in Mondstat before."

"To tell you the truth, it's been like six months since I've last visited," you chuckled, making certain he didn't notice your interest in his interestingly-shaped pupil. Maybe it was some rare genetic trait you've never heard of before?

"Oh? You must be a traveler then, no?"

"Not really. I'm from Liyue, actually."

"Ah! The City of Contracts. But I sense you're not native to Liyue." You blinked in confusion as a smirk formed on his face. "Your intonation suggests Liyue origin as do your clothes, but your enunciation says otherwise. May I take a guess?"

Your seat creaked as you sat up straighter. "U-Uh...sure..."

Kaeya leaned back in his seat and sized you up with a mischievous gleam in his eye. He calmly took a sip of his wine, licking the excess off the corner of his lower lip. After a few seconds, he appeared to confirm his thoughts. "Mm, yes. You're from Snezhnaya, no doubt."

A meek nod from you sent him chuckling. There was a strange sense of danger lurking in your chest, tightening evermore as he watched you like prey. Just who was this knight? Why did a dangerous chill run down your back? It wouldn't be the first time people have shown their darker sides to Snezhnayan emigrants--"How did you..."

"Heh, don't take it so seriously. I am a knight, after all. They don't just let anyone get the job." Kaeya took another, deeper gulp of wine this time and placed his pint down. His smile was friendlier now, allowing you to relax back into your seat. "So, are you here for business or pleasure?"

A faint blush reached your cheeks. "Business, I guess. But it's not mine. My...friend is here for business reasons, I'm just tagging along with him."

"Oh? If he has a branch here, I might know him. Who is this friend of yours?"

"Oh, his name's Ajax. He's actually a toy seller."

Kaeya's eye widened slightly at this. There are no Liyue toy sellers that visit Mondstat, save for travelling merchants. "A toy seller? Fascinating." He goaded you to continue with a nod.

"He's pretty private when it comes to work; doesn't like to mix it with personal matters. We'll be staying here for a few days, so I'm sure you'll be seeing more of us."

"Is he Snezhnayan too?"

"...Okay, you're creepily good."

Kaeya gave you a lazy shrug and smirked. "What can I say? I have a talent for this sort of thing." But when he returned to his normal posture, the mysterious glint in his eye was gone. Something contemplative, darker, was lurking. Something you didn't recognize nor understand.

And there was that flight-or-fight feeling again--

"There you are, ojou-chan!" A hand landed on your shoulder, and you startled. "I couldn't find you at the shops. I spotted a floral store nearby. Shall we check it out?" Childe stared hard at the man you sat across from and feigned a warm smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Oh? Is this one of the friends you mentioned?"

"Actually I just met him. He's a knight! Kaeya, this is Ajax."

Childe stiffened behind you. You told this guy his name?! A knight?! You--You! No. This is to be expected; you don't know the truth to begin with. "I see. Well, Reed, we should get going--"

"Aw, why so cold?" Kaeya faux-pouted and readjusted one of his gloves. He wasn't a stranger to the situation. He knew exactly who Ajax was; the harbinger status reeked about him. "Reed's told me all about you. I'm honored to meet your acquaintance, Ajax." The atmosphere seemed to freeze over and a thick tension settled over the table.

"...Can't say I feel the same," Childe spoke through gritted teeth. He slapped another forced smile on and addressed you again. "Aha, Reed, we should get going. I only have a few minutes before my meeting--"

"Ah, your toy seller company? What was the name again? Even as a cavalry captain, I wasn't aware we had foreign companies in our walls." His gaze was only focused on Ajax.

"Um...What do you mean?" The grip on your shoulder tightened as a warning that went unnoticed.

"So you're truly unaware?" Kaeya's attention dropped to you and something akin to sadistic pleasure lit up his expression. "This will be quite lively indeed." He took another sip of wine before standing to meet Childe's glare head-on. "You've done an exceptional job at keeping her in the dark, if I say so myself. As to be expected from someone of your status."

"Ajax, what's he talking about?"

"Reed, let's go." He nearly lifted you up himself. Ajax grabbed your wrist and whisked you away in a hurry.

"You can't hide from the one that calls you friend!" Kaeya shouted after the two of you while Childe pulled harder at your wrist.

"What does that mean?" A glance back to the knight that held a knowing smile then to the man that held your arm gave you an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Was there something that Ajax was hiding from you, and if so, what was it if it got the attention of a Mondstat cavalry captain? "Ajax? What's he going on about?"

His grip tightened until it almost hurt. "Don't talk to him ever again." He finally let go of you once both of you were hidden from the public eye in an alleyway, but the serious look in his eyes nearly made you flinch. He never looked so--what was it? Angry? Fearful? Grim? Perhaps the most frightening part was the emptiness in those blue irises, just like the day he returned from his disappearance...

"Whatever it is, you know you can tell me right?" This got his attention and his gaze landed on you without looking at you. "You're scaring me by refusing to talk." You had thought that you two had grown closer on your way to Mondstat, but now it feels like you're moving backwards.

"It's nothing, promise," Childe flashed you with a pained grin. "Just...stay away from him. He seems to target my company a lot for no reason other than prejudice."

Maybe it was because it was a Snezhnayan company? "Um, okay..." He caught onto the hesitance in your eyes, and his hands lightly rubbed the sides of your arms as he peered down at you.

"Promise me. I swear it's nothing bad."

"...I promise." But for once, you were going to break it. You knew this as you met his relieved gaze. Something isn't right. You've picked up on it before with how he wouldn't touch you when there were people around, or his nervous glances at the surrounding area before he approached you. You weren't that stupid and oblivious to his behavior. Perhaps you were trying to suppress that uneasiness whenever he was around, but it's become impossible to ignore now.

"Okay," he let out a small sigh of relief and nodded. "I'll be working late tonight, so don't wait for me when it comes to eating and sleeping. Can you do that?"

"I'm not a child, you know. I'm more than capable of handling myself," you retorted with lips twitching upward. "I'll be fine. Do what you need to do. I'll be around petting the cute dogs and cats all day!"

"I wish I could go along with you," he admitted before placing an innocent peck at your forehead. "I'll be back later."

"See ya." You stared at his back until it disappeared among the crowd and released a breath you didn't know you were holding. A hand rubbed your queasy stomach. Now to pet some animals for some anxiety relief as you think of what to do next...

Kaeya knew you'd be back later that evening at Angel Share. He was an expert at studying people and if he had learned anything from those brief chats with you, it was that you were not the kind of person that's able to let his comments go. So as he patiently sipped at his wine glass at the corner of the bar's first floor, the ringaling of the chime that indicated the entry of a new customer let him know you were right on time for the show.

Diluc raised a brow at you; he had caught a glimpse of your figure out the window earlier. It was rare for you to travel to Mond, and even more so to not have asked for Fatui intel by now. In fact, it was like you weren't in town for that information this time. You nodded at him in acknowledgement.

"Can I help you?"

Your eyes flicked to the knight in the darkest corner of the tavern. "The strongest alcohol you've got, please."

Diluc watched you with concern for a moment before grabbing one of the bottles on the shelf behind him. "You're a lightweight; I wouldn't recommend you drink on an empty stomach. Have you eaten yet? I can make you something on the house if you'd like."

"That's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Very well." A pint slid to you on the bar counter and you immediately downed a concerning amount without so much as pausing for a breath. This earned another brow raise from Diluc, but he remained quiet as you walked towards Kaeya--who was already a bit tipsy and needless to say, unwelcome in this tavern.

Kaeya's lips curled upward as your footsteps got louder, and his eyes finally lifted from his glass to watch you plop down on the other side of the table. "Well well well, I wasn't expecting you to speak to me after what happened this morning. What's lil Reed want with me at this late hour?"

You swallowed the nervousness that ate at you with his sly stare and sat up straighter. "Tell me what you meant this morning."

"Oh? I don't quite remember which part," he swirled the wine in his glass. "Care to enlighten me?"

"'You can't hide from the one that calls you friend.'" Your finger tapped impatiently against the rim of your cup. "What do you know that I don't?"

"Are you certain you want to hear it?" Kaeya remained in his relaxed position with an arm across the back of his seat and a leg perched across the other. You didn't answer, your gaze instead dropping to the alcohol in your cup to avoid his predatory stare. It didn't feel safe with him eyeing you like you were food. It was as if he was able to see the thoughts swirling around inside your head. "It seems to me you already know. You've only sought me out to confirm your fears."

"Maybe I want to be wrong," you mumbled. The horrible fears that swirled in your heart weren't exactly unfounded; with what you know, they'd make more sense to be true than false. Ajax was violent after he disappeared...looking for fights even after you said your official goodbyes...it wouldn't be completely out of the question to think he'd join the Fatui.

Kaeya eyed you carefully and a smile spread across his face as he sat forward. "Well darling, I'd be more than happy to burst that hopeful bubble of yours. The question is, are you willing to pay the price?"

"I don't care about the truth hurting my fee-"

"Ah ah ah," he lazily wagged a finger at you and sat back again. "I think it's only fair that in giving you this information, I receive some in return."

"What about?"

"I've done some digging on you and your...honorary reputation in Liyue."

"That was quick."

"Isn't it? You see, Master Diluc and I have a shared interest in the Fatui. I want all the information you have on them." Known only to Kaeya, Diluc was carefully listening to this conversation and held back a scoff at this remark. Diluc did tell Kaeya about your reputation, but only after the latter insisted you and your 'friend' were connected to the Fatui Harbingers.

"Deal." Maybe Diluc doesn't like sharing his intel with the knights, but it wouldn't hurt to share the information with Kaeya. You were all on the same side here anyway.

"Good girl," he tilted his head slightly and tipped the wine glass to his lips. "Now that that's settled, go ahead and ask me."

You bit your lip and gathered the courage and anxiety that had been swirling in your stomach. A quick gulp or two...or three of your glass and you spit your thoughts out before you could shrivel up on yourself. "What do you know about my Ajax?"

The sadistic look in his eye only increased as he set his glass down for the first time in a literal hour. He didn't even hesitate to answer you. "Your 'Ajax' is none other than a Fatui Harbinger that goes by 'Childe.'"

You almost couldn't hear him with the obnoxious ringing in your ears. "A Harbinger?"

"The same one that almost drowned Liyue all those months ago. But I'm guessing you were already able to gather that much after this morning, weren't you?" He held eye contact with you and another smile danced across his lips. He could see the gears turning in your head as you struggled to digest this bombshell of information and it was oh-so delightful to watch unfold. "I'm sure you've heard of the infamous 11th Harbinger since you're originally from Snezhnaya."

"The one known for numerous kills on the battlefield," you uttered absently while vacant eyes stared at the tabletop. It hurt like hell to know the truth, but it hurt even worse that he was the same harbinger that tried to drown Liyue. That tried to drown you.

"Ding ding ding."

You downed the rest of your drink without a second thought and slammed the pint onto the table. "Diluc, I'm gonna need another. Please."

Childe met Lady Signora at the Grande Goth Hotel and after having dinner with her and her highest-ranking officers, he placed his utensils down. "As you've seen in my letter, some of my men are missing or going missing as we speak."

"You're asking for my help?" The lady looked at Childe with an exasperated expression. "I thought the Tsaritsa was correct in giving you the task. Are you saying you are unable to find leads?"

He bit his tongue to keep from losing his temper with Signora. It wasn't an understatement to say he was still salty over her deception with Zhongli that ended up making him look like a fool to the whole of Liyue. "I only came to ask if any of your men had gone missing."

Signora's eyes narrowed slightly. "Three."

"I could use those reports if you don't mind."

"They'll be at your disposal," she assured. "How many men have gone missing under your watch, Childe?"

Of course she would ask this. Childe grit his teeth. "Twenty more. A total of fifty are gone now." Feeling her judgement, he continued with a more aggressive tone. "There's little evidence to suggest they're being taken against their will, so my assumption is they're purposely abandoning their posts."

"Abandoning their posts? The Tsaritsa only recruits the loyal. Why would they turn against Her Majesty?"

"Your guess is as good as mine at this point. Rest assured that I'm working as hard as I can with the information I've been given."

"And the vigilante I've heard rumors about?"

His heart sank. "The vigilante in Liyue? I've confirmed they have nothing to do with the disappearances. The most they've done is broke an arm or two, and killing isn't their style. They were clueless when I brought the matter up to them."

"And...?"

"It's not them," he sat up and deadpanned. He had to be careful with his words now that you had managed to catch the attention of another harbinger. They definitely wouldn't give you a free pass to harass their men as you please. "There's no connection. The working theory is the Fatui are abandoning their posts due to some third party. There have been reports of cult activity as of late, though. My bet is on that."

Seemingly satisfied with his thoughts, Signora took another sip of wine. "Very well. As long as you catch the person responsible, I won't need to bring my concerns to the Tsaritsa." This earned a glare from Childe and he bit his tongue.

It was 11:30 at night when he got back to the rented apartment that he shared with you. As expected, the lights were out. Childe quietly made his way to the bed when he realized how cold it was, and you hadn't so much as left an imprint. You weren't there, and you hadn't visited it to begin with.

Shit.

The sinking feeling in his stomach only worsened as he ran full speed to that damned tavern you loved so much. His hand shook as he turned the knob and opened the door, greeted by a redheaded bartender that did not look happy to see him.

"My apologies, but we just closed," he said as he dried a wine glass with a white cloth. "We open at two tomorrow." He did his best not to act on impulse and kill the harbinger where he stood.

Childe crinkled his nose at this and looked to his left. Sure enough you were sitting across from that stupid knight. He couldn't see your face since your back was to him, but that didn't stop the pounding in his chest that made it difficult to breathe. He ignored Diluc's annoyed protest and approached the table.

"Reed." His hand lightly landed your shoulder, begging for you to turn around. Instead of the usual flush of warmth he received from your vision, his hand was engulfed in flames. His vision reacted just as quickly as he removed his hand, and the vapor produced flew to the ceiling. The stinging he felt in his palm let him know he'd have blisters at the very least. His eyes widened as he came to terms with what had happened.

The pyrophobe used actual fire.

He tried again anyway. "Reed," he called out firmly, careful not to let on the shakiness in his voice. "It's late. Let's get you home." His hand reached out again but before it could make contact, your shoulders befell into flames and you stood up. He caught the devilish smirk on Kaeya's face as you did and scoffed. "Stay away from--"

"Get out." The words caught in his throat when a cold tone contrary to your vision reached his ears. "Get out before I do something I won't regret."

"Reed--"

"Get out, Childe."

"You might want to obey the lady's wishes," Kaeya egged on and finished his wine off. "When women want to be left alone, they want to be left alone."

"You," Childe growled and moved to get past you. "You--" A wall of flame blocked his path to throwing hands, and it was at this moment that Childe saw the brokenness in your eyes. They were bloodshot--you were no doubt drunk. Your face was red and puffy. You cried a lot when Kaeya told you, didn't you? "...I can explain."

"There is no undoing this," you cried out and shook your head. "You'll only dig yourself a deeper grave. Get the hell out of my sight. I never want to see you again!"

Reed, he pleaded silently, but red hair obscured his view of you.

"I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises, sir. If you don't leave her alone, this constitutes as harassment and we do have a knight here that can arrest you."

"Tch. Some 'knight.'" The cocky grin on the cavalry captain only made Childe's hatred deepen. As much as he wanted to stay and try to get through to you, he'd have to force himself to leave--a harbinger making ruckus in two nations would definitely not give the Tsaritsa a good look.

..........

You needed to cool off. Diluc let you crash at the tavern much to your delight and less to his--he had insisted you come with him to his mansion since it'd be more comfortable for a lady, but you had refused and said the table you sat at was fine enough. Kaeya had left some time after Childe had, chuckling at some joke he made about the situation that wasn't funny.

The early sunrise gave you the opportunity to leave Mond before Childe could try to talk to you again. Luckily you hadn't brought much with you on the trip anyway, so you just walked out the gates with the clothes on your back without visiting the apartment that man had rent you. Surviving in the wilderness wasn't difficult and the nation of Liyue wasn't but two days' trip southwest. You've made the journey many times when consulting with Diluc over Fatui intelligence.

You weren't but halfway to Liyue Harbor--one and a half days' journey--when you encountered your first lawachurl of the trip. Usually they weren't near the roadside and they were easy to avoid, but this one was clearly agitated and actively looking for something to kill. By the time you realized what you were looking at it was already upon you. And if that weren't enough of an inconvenience, this lawachurl was different than the ones typically found in Liyue; it was purple. Electro.

"Woah, what the hell?" The words escaped you without you hearing them over the roar of the monster. "You're not supposed to exist here--" These were only found in Inazuma, a nation of islands several hundred miles away from the coast of the mainland. What was it doing here? They can't even swim!

"RAWWWWWRRRRRRRRR!" The beast bellowed yet again. It leapt into the air and attempted to crush you beneath its feet. Luckily you threw yourself out of the way just in time, the shock of the impact getting dirt into your mouth.

You've never fought one before, but you've heard the stories. They're a lot bigger in person. If Childe hadn't reunited with you, you'd never be put in this situation. That thought made your blood boil and skin flush crimson. "Like hell you're gonna get in my way right now."

"URGH!" The lawachurl stumbled back when a wall of fire hit him.

Small flames danced around your fingertips while you watched with an empty gaze. "Maybe fire isn't so bad after all."

"Milady! Stand back! We'll handle this!" Your gaze left your fingers and greeted the Millelith. Apparently this issue had somehow been reported to the Qixing...Were there more incidents like this while you were in Mond?

"What, you and your little spears? You don't even have visions."

"Stand ba--"

"AWWRRR!" The lawachurl charged at you with incredible speed. It's fists crushed the ground where you stood, but a sharp gale roughly swept you off your feet.

"What--!" Upon opening your eyes, you were greeted by particularly catlike eyes. "U-um--"

"Don't turn your back to them," the man warned, setting you down on the tree branch he stood on. Without wasting anymore time he disappeared before you and reappeared above the lawachurl. He plunged his spear down through the top of the beast's head multiple times within a second. It died not long after, its remains turning to ash that blew away with the light breeze that swept through the valley.

"'Them...?'" There's more, a shiver rolled down your spine at the reward of your vantage point. There are more. Tens of them, all electro! From what you could see through the golden leaves of the ginkgo tree you stood in, they were scattered across the yellow plains! How the hell did they...With widening eyes, your attention shifted down to the Millelith. There were roughly ten of them, all battered down and overworked. Tiny specs in the distance indicated these were the only ones left that could fight these things off.

This wasn't some small random incident. This was a battlefield.

Your gaze shifted to the mysterious young man that was killing the nearby lawachurls with the ease of a god. This must be the Vigilant Yaksha Zhongli had told you stories of when you first began working at the parlor, right? He certainly matched the description--

"Get down!" The man shouted to the Millelith as he sliced through the air above them to intervene the lawachurls that nearly overran them. "Useless!" The Millelith weren't of any help to this situation; they were practically fodder and so easily slaughtered being the normal humans they were.

Your feet acted before your mind did. Just as the yaksha cut through the air again, you punched the nearest lawachurl with a fiery fist to create a swirl reaction. It died almost instantly. The two of you nodded at one another, then he turned to the Millelith.

"These are matters for adepti. Stay out of my way."

"Y-Yes sir!" One of them said and ordered for another to report back to the Harbor to inform the Qixing of the situation. As they began to jog off, you turned to the yaksha.

"That means you too," he summoned his mask.

"But I can help!"

"Tch. Don't underestimate the abilities of adepti." The masked man turned to you, and the sight of it made your blood run cold. How did Mr. Zhongli know about such an intimidating person?

You straightened up and puffed out your chest. "There's lots of them. Wouldn't it be better if you had all the help you could get?"

"This is nothing. I've already cleared the road that leads to Liyue. You'll have a safe passage. Go now." He didn't wait for your response and was already on the other side of the river by the time you blinked.

"Like hell I'm gonna do that," you grumbled with burning skin. "Better I take my anger out on these things than wreck my room--"

A roar that was loud enough to vibrate your bones erupted from behind you. A lawachurl had somehow managed to sneak up on you within mere seconds of the yaksha's absence, and he was already long-gone somewhere in the plains. Startled, you spun around only for it's gigantic claw to swipe at you.

"Gngha!" Your training kicked in and your forearm swept through the air to collide with it's claw. The brute force of the monster's strength almost caused you to lose your footing--certainly a Visionless person would've been sent flying and severely injured--but you bit through the impact and dug your right boot into the soil. The claw pressed further against you, the monster not expecting resistance but still refusing to give in, and electricity crackled in the air. It pushed harder and harder until your knees nearly buckled under the weight. "Tch...ngh...hAA!"

With flames dancing upon your skin from the edge of your boots to the forearm that was the only thing preventing you from being crushed, you pushed back twice as hard. The fist of the lawachurl slowly but surely lifted away from you as you shoved. The spot that was touching your forearm began to burn from the heat you emitted until smoke and the foul smell of burning flesh appeared.

The monster tried to pull away from you as pain spread through its claw, but your petite hands gripped its fingers and yanked them towards you with such a force that the entire being began to fall atop you. "YOU'RE DEAD!" The shadow of the beast that fell towards you blocked out the sun, but with a fiery fist you threw upwards and lit the way until it had burned through the body. There you stood, quite literally in the carnage, with your body standing in the clear-cut cavity of the beast. Just as quickly as it landed, it turned to ash.

Childe slowly relaxed his grip on the bowstring he held against his cheek and dismissed his weapon while you regained your breath. So this is what you're capable of, he thought with a flicker of a smirk. This is how mad he made you. You were cute when you were angry...how come he didn't piss you off sooner? The sickly thrill he got at the idea of fighting you at your full potential was addicting, but as soon as it appeared it wore off after hearing the words you muttered.

"I swear to Rex Lapis if he ever comes near me again, I'll kill him."

He knew you meant it much to his delight and sorrow. The fire burning brightly in your eyes was deadly, the deep passion of the flames that licked your arm slowly burning your skin...

You didn't so much as flinch as it did.

#wesimpforxiao #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe tartaglia #inception

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cherry-gemz · 3 years

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Summary: This is a continuation of the movie Before We Go and my interpretation and imagination of an A/U. Brooke is you (Y/N) and Nick is still Nick :)

Prompt: "Just admit that I'm right." for @the-ce-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles for Nick Vaughan.

Pairings: Nick Vaughan x Y/N

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: <2k...is this a drabble still? Oopsies XD

A/N: I watched this movie for the first time just last week. It's now one of my top 3 Cevans movies! While I'm all for a romantic, serendipitous, spontaneous trope...much like Before Sunrise *no spoilers*, the ending was great, but I wanted a different spin. No pressure...yah, right! Either way, hope you enjoy xx.

Tags: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @tonystankschild @a-little-counter-esperanto

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You sniff and rub the end of your coat sleeve with your nose. Had to be the chill in the air, you thought. Not the fact that you just spent the most amazing and life changing night with a man you just met hours before and it was ending.

You stare out the train’s window; the gentle hum of the cart gliding across the steel tracks echoed in your thoughts. You shook your head in thinking that you made a mistake. I should have stayed...I should have told him how I felt…

“Nick. It's you again. Listen. I want to give you one more piece of advice. You're gonna be playing one night... Grand Central... thinking of every reason in the world to not go see the girl that broke your heart. Then, you're gonna meet somebody. And now, at first, she's gonna seem… icy. You're gonna know right away she's trouble. She's gonna take all your money. You're probably gonna get punched in the face. But stay with her; you're gonna need her a lot more than she needs you. And at the end of the night, you're gonna want to say some things, but don't. Don't ruin it. It's nothing she doesn't already know. Just give her a kiss. Wish her good luck. And thank her. Thank her for showing you that you can love more than one person in this life.”

He was unbelievably charming. You said so yourself. His raw talent with the trumpet was beautiful and different from what you were used to. The suburbia of the Boston bubble was what you were forced to live in now. You were from London, you were cultured and refined. Sure things with Michael were exciting at first, but the ho hum of the daily diatribe of routine became loathsome. Dépaysement. But you still never wavered in your marriage. Unlike Michael who had crossed that sacred line and lost your trust. It wasn't even fully the physical aspect that he went to another woman. It was the intimacy of telling her his deepest desires and then some that hurt the most. That he would want to share that with anyone else but you. But tonight. Tonight was what made you see clearly.

"It's possible, isn't it? It's possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you even though you're committed to somebody else," you asked as you bit your lip.

"No, no, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else."

You found yourself blushing and cupping your cheek in thoughts of Nick. He was right. The whole night was a cluster mess of you trying to get home before Michael so you'd be able to throw away that wretched note. That he'd come to his senses and forget Linny. That he'd realized he was a fool and you'd start over. Just like old times.

However, slowly that feeling of reconciliation faded away little by little as each hour in the city passed. You couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but somehow the scrappy trumpet player Nick Vaughan etched his way into your icy heart and left an impression and stayed.

His fluffy, dark hair - so soft and inviting for you to rake your fingers through it was enough to drive you mad. His scruffy beard, which tickled when you kissed. You already loved ghosting your palms over it softly and imagined being able to do it whenever you wished. He said earlier into the night you weren't his type; you scoffed, but we're annoyed that it bothered you. You were a classic model of what guys were into, looks wise. Sure, your attitude was what rubbed some people the wrong way, but Americans really were too sensitive.

He however...he was the full package. Every toothy grin, wink, and full hearty laugh. He was addicting. He was a dead ringer for a heartthrob, but you also couldn't hate the guy for it. He was the friend you'd call to bail you out of jail at 4am and the boyfriend that you could see settling down with. It was nauseating really.

And then his lips. His soft lips...you can’t believe you kissed him in the hotel room. And then again at the train station. But you would have kicked yourself for not doing so in the first place. The way your fingers interlaced themselves on his terry cloth robe, how desperately you wanted to press your body against his. All you wanted was for him to feel that burning need within the apex between your thighs and extinguish it all night. But it was more than that, he was what you were missing. But you were kidding yourself. You weren’t running to Michael, you were running away from Nick.

But why? Because of the unknown? Because he actually knew who you were deep down inside? How could a man you barely knew, change you? Change what you thought was true, what you thought was love?

You dove your hand into your wool jacket’s pockets to push any thoughts of self-doubt, when you realize there was a piece of cardstock. You were puzzled to find it and immediately smiled in recognizing the hotel survey card. You bit your lip as you read down the survey questions one by one and notice Nick’s handwriting at the bottom, ‘turn over’ with an arrow.

Curious you turn over the hotel card and he’s written the word ‘yes’. Yes? You furrow your brow and contemplate further what he would be saying yes to. You think about the night - the time at the bar, helping him with Hannah, when you went to the psychic reading. Yes? What in the world - and then you turn the card back over and realize that on the second to last question it asked “Will you be likely to return?”

None of the boxes are checked, but he’d written ‘yes’ on the back. Yes. Yes he’ll return? Where? To the hotel? But when? You look up and rush to think about stopping the train dead in its tracks to return back to Grand Station. You breathe out heavily and come to terms that this isn’t a movie. He’s not chasing you down the tracks, jumping on the train to find you. Or is he? You wouldn’t put it past him. The whole night was filled with serendipitous concourses, this would be icing on the cake. You dart your head around to see if he’s in the cable car. It’s like in every rom com movie ending, the man of your dreams will be right there. He’s somehow charmed his way into boarding the train and found you waiting like a princess in her high tower. The train car is dark and bleak, only a few passengers are riding it as it’s the first route to Boston on a Sunday. You peer over to see if he’s in the next cart, but alas he is not. You slump in your seat and rub your thumb methodically over his words.

"Have you ever had a feeling that somebody was going to play a major part in your life?” you ask.

“Yeah."

“Do you know the most interesting thing about hotel art? It's what's on the back.”

It’s then you realize you have to return to New York. This story wasn’t about you and Michael anymore. No, it was about the man who selflessly helped you while you were in need, not only at your dire hour, but metaphorically as well. This was meant to be. You were meant to miss your train, break your phone, and meet the handsome man named Nick Vaughn. You knew he’d still be in the city because of his audition for the day with Duke at least, if you could just get to him somehow...

Your knees bounced as you sat on a cushioned chair in the hotel lobby. You had planned to wait there all day, but then realized the $13 train ticket was your only way of providing you security back home. So you went home. Confronted Michael. Cursed, cried, and then relief rushed over you as he had read your letter and how you knew about the affair. How you wanted to throw fists on his chest and tell him how much you hated him. But once you saw him, you found it didn't matter to you anymore. Someone else was worth fighting for. Your marriage was over. The hatred and spite you once had for your husband had dissipated. Your world didn't end like you thought it would. This wasn't your only chance at love. You were choosing to be happy, whether it was with Nick or not. This was the first time you were going to jump without having a net.

And Nick was wrong. Michael didn't want to work things out, he was coming to tell you that he loved you, but that and he'd be returning to Atlanta for good. The house, car, everything was yours: Nick said so himself, you gotta be okay with not being okay. So you walked away. You made the choice just like the psychic said and took it in stride, you faced the music.

However now you found yourself back in New York. Not the once stranded woman at a crossroads less than 24 hours before, but the woman that made a choice. You were worried that Nick would see it as you running away again. Running away because Michael didn't choose you. But in reality you didn't choose each other.

Still without an ID, you took your car and better against the four hour drive to the city and hoped a cop wouldn't pull you over. You thought of the night in the hotel. The laughs, the closeness you two encountered. The playful and cheeky way he could make you feel seen. You were starting to get nervous, what if he doesn't show up? What if I missed my chance?

"I'm an idiot," you murmur to yourself. "I can't believe I'm here."

You stand up and realize there Nick was there in your path. He looked a little worn, obviously from staying up all night. But he had changed and showered from the looks of it, and his signature trumpet case held in his hand.

"Well look who it is. The biggest loser in New York."

You laughed and blushed at the sight of him. He slung his trumpet case over his broad shoulder and walked over to close the gap.

“Just admit that I’m right.”

"Admit what?" You ask as you find yourself touching his jacket sleeve.

"Admit that you couldn't get enough of me." You hitched a breath from his words.

"You can say that."

"I can't believe you came back," he responded. His blue eyes gazed into yours as he brushed away a tendril of hair from your face.

"I read your answer to the survey...on the back."

"The stay did exceed my expectations and I did say I would return," he smiles.

"And here you are."

"Here I am…" he pulls away slightly as he's reminded that you're married.

"I jumped," you replied.

He's taken back by your statement and furrows his brow.

"What? With what?"

"I told Michael it was over."

"Wow. I'm so...sorry, Y/N."

"Don't be. You said so yourself, at some point it was time to face the music."

He nodded, absorbing the information.

"Say what's in your head."

He shook his head and grinned,"I'm just glad you came back is all."

"Yeah? How'd you know?"

"I didn't. Just sure as hell hoped you would."

He intertwines your fingers with his and holds tight. Like a missing puzzle piece found, your hand fits perfectly with his.

"Whaddya say we get out of here?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"I may know a place," he smiles devilishly and gives your knuckles a kiss.

You grab his dress shirt collar and turn him towards you. He runs his hands through your hair and places his lips upon yours, kissing you deeply. It's a kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after you part, neither open your eyes for a few moments afterwards and he embraces you tightly.

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

#drunk drabbles #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #nick vaughan #before we go #before we go spoilers #nick vaughn x reader #romance

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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

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Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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stonylovessteve · 3 years

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SLS 2021 Creator Reveals

We’ve reached the end of the exchange and that means it’s time to reveal the creators of all our works!

Thank you for putting so much love and effort into Stony Loves Steve 2021, you really made it a great experience. We hope everyone loved it as much as we did!

Giftees, be sure to leave a comment and kudos on your gift if you haven’t already. All our creators worked hard to make this event a success, so show them some love.

You can now post your work publicly outside of the exchange. Tag it as #stonylovessteve2021 on tumblr and we’ll reblog you. @ us @stonylovessteve on twitter and we’ll retweet you.

Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

Cold as Ice, Warm my Heart by lil_aussie_girl for parkrstark (MCU, 1.5k)

The cold took away one love already, and his greatest fear is that it will do it again - before he has the chance to say those three important words.

Strength Like The Sea/A Familiar Yet Foreign Face by Lacrimula_Falsa for funkyspacegirlfriend (AU, 3k)

There had to be another explanation for the ugly burning feeling in his chest because this wasn’t a rom-com and he’d known Steve for less than a day.

After years of his father fruitlessly searching for one, Tony finally gets to meet a real-life vampire.

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Anthony.

No, not Anthony, because Anthony had crumbled to dust right before his eyes. But this man looked so eerily similar to him, he could have been Anthony’s twin brother. Only the eyes were different, warm brown instead of cold blue. After being woken nearly a century after he went into stasis because the pain of losing his lover Anthony was too much, Steven meets a man who looks just like him.

I Know There is Comfort Where We Overlap by jellybeanforest for ghosthan (Ults, 10k)

As a relic of a bygone era, Steve struggles with feelings of isolation and severe depression made worse by his recent breakup with Jan Pym. He secretly hooks up with random strangers chasing a sense of connection with someone, anyone. Things are going (not) well when he and fellow Ultimate, Iron Man, are tasked with infiltrating a Thai resort serving as a front for illegal arms dealing. Only catch: They must go undercover as a married couple on their honeymoon.

finding steve rogers by jacobby for geekymoviemom (MCU, 6k)

Steve sighs. “Sorry. I wasn’t a very good tour guide. Ma always told me about the town, but she never got into specifics.”

Tony takes Steve’s hand in his and places it close to his lips. “It’s your first time here too. We understand.”

AKA

After a botched mission with SHIELD, Steve takes a vacation with his family to a town in Ireland.

Things are knot as they seem by BladeoftheNebula for DepressingGreenie (AU, 3k)

Everyone assumes Captain America is an alpha and Steve doesn’t see the harm in not correcting them. After all, Alphas command respect while omegas are still considered far too delicate for leadership.

And sure, it sucks hiding his designation when he’s in love with Tony Stark, the hottest alpha he’s ever seen, but what alpha would want an omega who could lift them with one hand?

So it’s fine. It’s not as if anyone was ever going to find out his secret anyway…

A drop of love by CapAL for Perlmutt (AU, Comic)

After sleeping for 70 years Steve wakes up to a world that he doesn’t understand. As an age-old vampire he’s seen a lot of things in his life, but nothing has ever confused him as much as the bubbly Starbucks barista Tony. They meet by chance and Steve stays. He falls for him, even though he knows he shouldn’t, and together they explore modern New York, while Steve tries to hide his true nature from Tony, afraid that he would send him away if he knew the truth.

The Fake Prince and the Cat by Neverever for Fluffypanda (AU, 5.5k)

Steve is sent in place of Prince Brock to marry the libertine Tony Stark. It's better than he thought it would be, plus he makes friends with a cat.

father to son by parkrstark for HogwartsToAlexandria (MCU, 2.5k)

Steve had been planning on asking Peter to be his son, officially, for weeks now, but he always chickened out because he didn't thik he was good enough for the boy. Funnily enough, Peter had the same idea, but when he showed the adoption papers to Steve, he didn't have the best of reactions.

The Best Half Of Me by Huntress79 for RoseRose (AU, 1.5k)

An encounter with one of his exes at a charity gala opens Tony’s eyes about how much he really loves Steve - and how much he’s looking forward to their future together.

neither here nor there by ghosthan for Welcoming_Disaster (616, 18k)

Captain America comes back from Dimension Z changed. He has had over a decade of his life taken from him, as well as the woman he loved. Stoic, secretive, and traumatized, much of what he experienced remains a mystery to SHIELD and the world; Tony is there to help him heal, and uncover the truth about how much Steve has lost.

The Eventide Aspect by geekymoviemom for ishipallthings (MCU, T, 12k)

“Yeah, Cap, about that,” Tony says, looking rather sheepish as he scratches at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” asks Steve.

“Well… remember those half-baked ideas that I mentioned? I’m afraid this might be one of ‘em,” says Tony.

“Okay. Care to explain it to someone who doesn't speak technical?”

“Ahh…” Tony trails off, mumbling under his breath again. “Yeah. Um… if my theory is correct, I’m thinking that when we stepped through that window, we might’ve entered another dimension.”

Looking by Robin_tCJ for Vento_Lunar (MCU, E, 4k)

After a raid on a HYDRA base, Steve's body reverts back to the way it was before the serum. Tony still wants him.

You Had Me in the First Half by Corsets_and_Cardigans for Robin_tCj (MCU, E, 2k)

Steve is on his way to meet Bucky for a movie before their football team goes away for a game. Too bad Tony has plans for him! He'll apologize to Bucky for it later.

the rest is history by starksnack for muchmoremajestic (Avengers Academy, G, 2k)

It's Steve's birthday and he usually likes to spend it alone. Of course, Tony has other ideas.

Basically just some soft AvAc fluff.

(Let Me) Love and Be Loved by HeLovedYou for wikketkrikket (MCU, T, 6k)

Steve forgets how to self-sabotage his own happiness.

He also forgets his team, his soulmate and the last three years of his life.

avengers featuring steve’s doppleganger vol 1 (FANCOMIC) by wingheads for jellybeanforrest (616, Art)

tony dates a man who looks a lot like steve. everyone can see it, everyone knows what that means, except tony, who doesn't seem to realize he's dating steve's doppelganger. steve doesn't see the resemblance either and actually comes to like tony's new boyfriend, but then one of the other avengers spills the beans that they look exactly alike to tony, who can't unsee it now and breaks up with the new guy, only for steve to be sad that his baseball-buddy won't be around anymore.

Hart Island by Amber_Skye for lil_aussie_girl (MCU, G, 12k)

Steve is acting out of character, and Tony and the other Avengers can’t work out why.

the soul of dragons by funkyspacegirlfriend for Amber_Skye (MCU, T, 2k)

Steve’s dragon companion is the largest Tony’s ever seen up close. And she captivates Tony from the very first moment.

Just in the Knit of Time by DepressingGreenie for picturecat (Avengers Assemble, T, 2.5k)

Steve only has a week to tell Tony he loves him before his secret is leaked to the world.

Learning Curve by picturecat for Huntress79 (Avengers Academy AU, G, 2k)

Freshly defrosted, Steve Rogers is the newest teacher at the Avengers Academy—an attempt to guide and teach the newest generation of heroes before they have to take on the burdens of their teachers. Steve himself has a lot of learning to do.

First Impression by veryvincible for wingheads (616, M, 7k)

The Avengers find the schematics of a deadly weapon in the hands of an up-and-coming villain. To safely retrieve the data that led to its creation and keep the city safe in the process, they have to take a very subtle approach. The man-- Jack Marshall-- has an eye for hunks and a tendency to get vulnerable with them. The team could use this to their advantage, if they have the right assets.

Enter Steve.

Dandelions and Lilies by Wikketkrikket for CapAL (AU, G, 4k)

Written for CapAL for the StonylovesSteve event 2021.

A summer job in the florists is pretty good, as summer jobs go; and when a handsome guy comes in with some very particular requirements it gets even better.

Or it would, if Steve wasn't lying about the meaning of every bouquet he sold.

Potshot by jellybeanforest for jacobby (AU, T, 2.5k)

In an expansive wasteland infested with hordes of the undead, Steve, leader of a group of ex-military operatives known as the Avengers, searches for survivors and supplies in the ruins of the old world.

That’s all well and good, but Tony would do just about anything for an American cheeseburger.

For Stony Loves Steve 2021. Based on a prompt by jacobby.

Remorse and Rapture by oliverparker for optimusprime13 (AU, E, 6k)

When Steve's mother falls ill, he's forced to move in with the family she works for. He's not thrilled about it.

Shards of Eternities by Perlmutt for starksnack (AU, T, 5k)

Rumor had it that the war would soon be over. It could not end soon enough. Until then, Anthony would wait for Steven. He would wait and protect their child. He would wait and write another thousand letters for his alpha, his mate, his husband, if only he would come home, come for him, come for them.

Two Can Play That Game by JehBeEhh for Becci Barnes (BeccEEE) (MCU, T, 4k)

Tony Stark is many things. Patient isn't always one of them. Especially not when there's a happily ever after at the end of that bout of patience.

Uncovered by mariana_oconnor for Corsets_and_Cardigans (MCU, G, 6k)

Steve didn't think the tip-off was anything more than the usual nonsensical conspiracy theory. He only went to check it out because he was curious. He definitely wasn't expecting it to be a trap.

Build Me Up Buttercup by ishipallthings for BladeoftheNebula (4k, M, MCU)

Tony sees the gold letters spelling “Stark” on the edge of Steve’s hood and his mind grinds to a halt. Steve looks good wearing his name. Too good.

(In which Steve starts experimenting with a new style. Tony does not find this infuriatingly attractive, thank you very much.)

Discovery [Art] by Fluffypanda for captainstars (Art, G, Noir)

Renowned adventurer Tony Stark discovers a carving of a lost civilization's protector.

I left my heart (at home with you) by captainstars for UisceOneLove (2k, G, AU)

It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did.

The man grinned at him, wide and beautiful. Steve couldn’t help sneaking another glance towards the heavens. They really lost their citizens fairly easily. Steve would like to say this was the first white robed beauty he had come across until now, but he wasn’t.

(OR)

Steve moved to a cabin in the woods hoping to live the life of a hermit werewolf. When Tony Stark decided to become his new neighbor, it threw a bit of a wrench into Steve’s plans.

(OR)

A werewolf and an incubus cuddling in a tree.

Raspberry Beret (I Think I Love Her) by ralsbecket for oliverparker (4k, M, 3490)

When Steve looked at Natasha, he knew in his heart that she was what put his derailed train back on its tracks. For the first time since they met, Steve felt like he had some semblance of a plan for his future. And he wanted Natasha to be a part of it.

Savior Complex by optimusprime13 for HeLovedYou (18.5k, G, AU)

Wealthy businessman Steve Rogers stumbles into barely-getting-by Tony Stark in a cemetery, and they hit it off immediately. Steve is enamored by Tony’s razor-sharp wit, his startling intelligence, and his penchant for building stuff. He has a problem though - he can’t stop wanting to save everybody around him, especially Tony - who is struggling to make ends meet. However, Tony is too proud and stubborn to accept any help from Steve. But when Tony gets kidnapped to act as bait for Steve, how far will Steve go to save Tony when it means sacrificing himself?

Through His Stomach by RoseRose for JehBeeEh (2k, G, MCU)

Steve decides he wants to try to cook with all the new ingredients he has found in this new time, but he needs someone else to taste-test his creations. Tony is holed up in his workshop, so he makes the perfect guinea pig. The two of them grow closer over several meals.

Iron & Sapphire by Becci Barnes (BeccEEE) for Lacrimula_Falsa (AU, 5k)

Steve can always sense him, long before Tony enters his cave. It makes his blue scales tremble and his big wings flutter in excitement. Tony brings light and warmth into this musty hideout he calls home. And food. And while they may be as odd a couple as you can imagine, that won't stop them from bantering and cuddling just like anyone else.

Man On The Moon by Welcoming_Disaster for veryvincible (616, 7k)

Things haven't been the same since Steve has found out about Tony's secret identity. A mission that goes wrong forces both of them to confront why.

I Love You to the Moon and Back by muchmoremajestic for mariana_oconnor (MCU, 3k)

After Steve gets attacked in the woods, certain changes start happening.

Happy Birthday to America's ass by njava97 for ralsbecket (MCU, 2.5k)

It's the night before Steve's birthday and something is very wrong.

Magic's in the Moving Portrait by UisceOneLove for neverever (AU, 9.5k)

Without his ma, Steve's lost his ability to make art. In walks new wizarding student Tony Stark, who also happens to be his new roommate. All hope might not be lost just yet for him and his brush.

Reach The Sky by Vento_Lunar for njava97 (MCU, art)

Non-serum Steve Rogers saves the world. (And Tony saves him)

#stonylovessteve2021

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notnctu · 3 years

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nctblr ff survey results

hello nctblr writing community! i made a short form to assess reader preferences! originally, it was for me to optimize my own writing and to satisfy my own curiosity about what my readers enjoy to read. but i thought, why limit it to my own audience? I hope, readers and writers alike, can find these results helpful to your own works!

I had 162 responses and so, i want to thank everyone who took the time to take this survey and for the many writers who reblogged it! the audience is reflective of those who it reached in the nctblr community from reblogs and predominantly my own audience. with that being said, i am a blog that writes for both SFW and SMUT content. regardless, i hope you can find these intriguing and rather helpful!

please do not repost these results, but reblog/like/share it to your hearts content! these results are from JAN 2021.

i would like to preface to everyone to respect the opinions of the results and not to cause any discrepancy when viewing. if so, i will delete your comments. this is a safe place and i will not tolerate any slander regarding how the results played out. okie thank you!! you may view everything under the cut and again, lots of love and thank you to everyone!

general info questions:

1. are you a minor or 18+?

18+: 133/162 (82.1%) minor: 29/162 (17.9%)

2. who is/are your nct biases?

*i want to note that many people selected multiple members for this question and aren’t reflective of who they read for. you will see later in the post that who people read for have different results.

3. what timezone are you in?

- EST (32)

- GMT (17)

- PST, Pacific (18)**

- PST, Philippine Standard Time (3)**

- GMT +8 (14)

- CST (13)

- IST (7)

- GMT +7 (6)

- CET (6)

- AEST (5)

for the sake of keeping this post not excessively long, these are the top 10 timezones that had the most responses. there are also people who didn’t know their timezones. ** a lot of people didn’t specify between Philippine or pacific, and the 3 under Philippine standard times were the only ones that did.

4. what days do you prefer to read?

1. doesn’t matter (149)

2. saturday (12)

3. sunday (9)

4. friday (7)

5. tuesday (3)

6. wednesday (2)

7. monday (1) & thursday (1)

5. what times do you prefer to read?

1. 12 AM - 3 AM (44)

2. 3 AM - 6 AM (10)

3. 6 AM - 9 AM (6)

4. 9 AM - 12 PM (6)

5. 12 PM - 3 PM (11)

6. 3PM - 6PM (24)

7. 9PM - 12 AM (50)

8. doesn’t matter (97)

the bold ones are the times with the significant amount of higher votes.

fanfiction questions

6. what genres do you read/prefer the most?

1. fluff (121) 2. angst (101) 3. smut (96)

here are some that others included under the other option:

angst with happy ending (5) a mix of all three (3) slowburn (2) crack/humor (2)

7. what are your FAVORITE tropes/aus?

1. college au (112) 2. enemies to lovers (108) 3. best friends to lovers (91) 4. bad boy au (70) 5. childhood best friends to lovers (69) 6. fwb au (65) 7. friends to lovers (64) 8. soulmates au (62) 9. established relationship (59) 10. hogwarts au (55) 11. fantasy/supernatural (48) 12. strangers to lovers (45) / high school au (45)

some that others included under the other option:

idol au (3), coffee, mafia (8), fake dating (3), racing (2), reverse tropes, royalty (2), crush, mutual pining, mythology (2), ceo, idiots to lovers, based on tv shows/books/movies, dystopia, roommates (2), pwp, medical, rich kid/private school, historical, arranged marriage

8. what are your LEAST favorite tropes/aus?

1. fantasy/supernatural (50) 2. hogwarts au (40) 3. established relationship (29) 4. high school au (27) 5. bad boy (25) 6. soulmate (21) 7. none (18) 8. fwb au (13) 9. childhood best friends (12) 10. enemies to lovers (11) 11. strangers to lovers (7) 12. best friends to lovers (6) 13. college au (4) 14. friends to lovers (3)

some that others included under the other option:

sports au, royal (2), mafia (2), exes to lovers, stalker, yandere (2), hybrid, idol

9. story length preference?

15+k words and 4k-6k words tied for most at 33 votes (20.4%), while less than 1k words got the least at 2 votes (1.2%). 13k - 15k words had the second fewest at 8 votes (4.9%).

10. who do you read for the MOST?

top 5 members who are read for the MOST:

1. Haechan (90) 2. Jaemin (79) 3. Jeno (76) 4. Mark (70) 5. Jaehyun (66)

please note that this should not discourage you from writing for other members!

11. who do you WANT to see more fics written for?

top members who people want to see more fics for:

1. Doyoung (50) 2. Xiaojun (45) / Yangyang (45) 3. Renjun (43) / Kun (43) 4. Taeil (35) 5. Sungchan (31)

a biased a/n: i say this alot on my blog... but my mans dy’s tags are so dry and its obvious others know this too... so i hope this gives you more insight about who to write for!

12. Open Response Addition Feedback

- ALL OF YALLS WRITERS ARE AMAZING!!! Thank you so much for supplying us nctzens with A+++ quality fics to fill our days. Often times I seriously am at awe with how amazing all of you write and I’d think to myself, “damn.. i’m really getting all of this for free.” SO THANK YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL AND MAGNIFICENT BEINGS. We all love and appreciate you guys so damn much ♥️

- thank you so much for taking time to write ♥️ i really wish i had time to write an ask/message to every writer who’s works i have read cause it helps me get through the day, especially when im on my study break 🥺♥️

- I appreciate you for even caring about our preferences :D writers don’t get enough credit and I wish yall know how valued you are in this community <3 take care and stay safe

- smut shouldn't be in high school AU's :// and people should stop using images from when members were underage in their smut headers :///// also, thank you for doing this!!!

- whatever you write is amazing and your opinion of your work should come before the readers. remember that you’re writing for yourself before you write for readers <3

- to all writers, i love u and ur art! keep the magic happening <3

- There's too little of doyoung smut collection

and to everyone who left me personal messages, thank you!! you’re all so sweet and im glad to be able to do this for everyone :)

conclusion

thank you for making it this far and hopefully, this helps you in your own writing endeavors! i know this definitely helped me in many ways with my own and im more than grateful for everyone who participated (reblogging my survey, taking it, leaving open feedback). let me know if you have any questions :)

#nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct dream #nct 127 #wayv #nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #kpop writing #kpop scenarios

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sugasugawarau · 3 years

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Happy New Years to you all! I’m a bit late in writing and posting this but I wanted to take the time to properly thank everyone who follows me for sticking with me :) I know I’m not the most active when it comes to writing or even making shitposts so I hope you know it means the world to me that you enjoy my content. While just because 2020 has ended does not mean things will get automatically better, know that you have the capability of making a difference both for yourself and others. I’m proud of you for coming this far and please remember to take care of yourself when you can <3

And I’d also like to take the time to thank some individuals who have made a huge impact on my tumblr experience and have made this year better under the cut! Be warned there are many words and also sorry for any typos I wrote this at 3am :D

I’m going to start off with a few major lo$ers (joking) aka my irl friends that have tumblr

@kbh-ton, @ashr00m, @kae-and-the-lost-dragons

Okay the fact that you all follow me here is EMBARRASSING because you have to endure perceiving me from a sorta totally different perspective but surprise hi,, ily 😹 I know ⅔ of you don’t even use tumblr that often but I digress!! Thank you?? Like I’m not kidding when I say I don’t know where I would be without any of you guys. Stinky pp Paul, you’ve been here with @/sugasugawarau since the beginning-ish and have always been supportive of my absolutely stupid ideas. And my sons AKA get cucked squad, this is going to be ultra sappy but I hope you know how proud I am of the both of you (but no thanks to one of you for teaching us about nussies 😕). Thank you all for tolerating my overthinking ass as well as whenever I get high from a lack of sleep and just in general bc I’m a constant mess of a human being; you are all the best people ik stfu I don’t take criticism.

To my first ever tumblr mutual, @tendouthighs

Hi Codie!! Ik we haven’t talked a lot lately but just know that I appreciate your endless kindness and how you’re able to keep up with my smooth brain antics in dms so much. You’re so funny and I’ll treasure all the jokes and headcanons we’ve made, I hope you’re taking care and doing well heading into 2021! 💖💕

To wife Lyra @yacoka

Miss… Thank you sm for dropping by my inbox all the way back in like June/July because otherwise I don’t think I’d ever have gotten the courage to dm you LOL. It would be an understatement to say that you’re the kindest and most easygoing person I’ve met on here - I hope you know how grateful I am to have met you and read your works (and for lending me your knives and just being so?? supportive??? truly idk how you do it but ily 😣❣️)

To wife Joy @lesbians4yaku

Joy!!! I really don’t know where to start because you’re just so amazing?? And we’ve been mutuals for as long as I can remember ajdjfka I’m just,, so glad to have met you and I hope you know how much I love seeing you on the dash, whether it’s being able to marvel at the genius that is your mind whenever you make a haikyuu shitpost or reading your tags. You always make me laugh and smile and I am wishing you both of those things in 2021 bc u deserve the best, love u 🤍🤍🤍

To Arell, the sweetest soul I know @g4nyu

You have a natural talent for being able to make me both soft ™ and also laugh as freely as Tanaka and Nishinoya with your relatable quips and jokes and I adore you for it. (Also.. can we talk about how absolutely gorgeous your writing is I will nvr shut up.. also also I am here whenever u need to be enabled to rave abt any and all Haikyuu or Genshin characters <33) ily and ty for being my mutual, I feel v lucky to have u in my life 🥺

To Cal, a goddess in her own right @heyhinata

Ma’am the way ily?? You’re beautiful inside and out and I have sm fun talking to you. Being able to call you a mutual and read your works is a blessing and I’m so glad we started talking in dms ajsjfja I’ll never forget plotting smaus with you to raving abt Genshin and making fun of B*n Sh*piro, hidden muppet 😍 Wishing you the best in all that you do!

To Rae, fellow Tim Hortona enthusiast @mehreya

Hi bae I just want to start off with a big thank you. You’re such a wonderful and invigorating person to talk to and I always feel at ease talking with you, and seeing you on my dash with your interactions with others is always a light in my day. And for u I will embrace the Oikawa kinnie in me any day <33 ly and have an amazing New Years 🥰

To Ria, the absolute best and only Ria ik @kumaoi

Omg hi sexc 😍 ahdjkfka idk if you’ll see this but hey,, fun fact even if we don’t talk as much as we used to I still love u sm and I hope you’re staying healthy and happy !! Meeting you was and still is one of the best highlights of my tumblr journey and I’ll always be grateful for your existence

To Gracie, writer of all things beautiful @sneezefiction

Gracie!! I hope you’ve been doing well since the last time we talked and that you’re enjoying the New Years to the fullest <3 You were also one of my earliest mutuals and I just wanted to say thank you for all the kindness you’ve shown me and for writing and sharing your works on tumblr. Sending love ! 💖

To the one and only angel, Yas @whipped-cream-writings

Yas bb we only became mutuals rather recently but I have sm love for you 🥺 Your kindness inspires me and your fics are the cutest things ever (pls,,, teach me how to write fluff ahfjfkka) Ilysm and I want to remind you that you’re so wonderful and amazing, sending you all my love for the upcoming year ahead !!

To Kay, who I will protect with my life @kayzume

Kay I don’t know how to even begin to put in words how glad I am to have met you in Lyra’s server,, you’re so sweet and you make me feel safe every time we talk. (Also THE DRAWINGS u made and shared with us,,, have I alr said ily bc ily and all that you do.) I know we haven’t chatted in a while but I’m sending you all my hugs and kithes always 💕💕💖

To mutuals I’ve interacted with some time during these months on tumblr and cherish a whole lot @taiyaaki @kageyuji @sophiawithstars @buddh-art @sa-suga @baeshijima @cherryonigiri @catharsisbabey @tris-does-stuff @tetsurolls @come-on-shitty-boys @iwas-angel @star-puff @voxamcris @azucanela @heartjime @miyafeuille @suikazura @deerixiie @hajiimes @skateme2yokohama @aliteama @yuujiya @omijime and many others but I think I hit the tagging limitajdhfka

Hi ily. You’re all such inspiring and talented individuals and while we may not interact frequently or know each other as well I wish we cld be ajfjjfa but I adore you all and I wish you an amazing New Year 🥺💖 (and if you ever want to talk, feel free to dm or smth! and I’ll try my best to be more active in popping into my mutual’s inboxes amhahshsj)

To the pillars of tumblr @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock @nidaenk

You are all so special to me in that you are the reason I would wake up and get my butt on this hellsite and find so much fun and joy in the fandoms I enjoy - it’s not even the content you post but just,, your amazing and stellar personality and interactions with your followers and mutuals alike. Thank you for being a part of this weird space on the internet and I hope you are taking care and being kind to yourself, love u very much <33

#long post #happy new years !!#again #proud of everyone for making it here #bye i dont mean it to but that sounds so cryptic #i shld stop rambling in tags

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♖ afflatus, /əˈflādəs/ a divine creative impulse or inspiration.

♖ pairing: xu minghao x reader (painter x royal au) ♖ warnings: hella long oops ♖ wc: 5k words

♖ a/n: new fandom to write for, new record of a word count, who am i damn HWJBJDSFHS anyways i hope u guys like this pls lmk what u think bc im kinda nervous HAHAH

You’d grown up with a penchant for pretty things.

Your gaze of innocent youth widening with wonder at your mother’s glittering jewels, your father’s heavy crown, laughing at the splashing fountains across the vast gardens that spewed crystalline water amongst shimmering koi.

Yet with age, the gilded champagne tinted chandeliers, flowing gowns of all pale and deep hues, and all the other little beauteous wonders thrust at you across the years whether you desired them or not, became dull.

The listening to melodies became the study of notes and aching of fingertips, the joy of dancing became tight shoes and even stiffer, polite movements; every little action and hobby seemed to soon become a task of royalty.

“Who made that?”

It’s not any style you recognize, with furrowed eyebrows you study the art hanging on Lord Jun’s wall in his quarters, almost as a habit of your studies.

You’re parsing through the list of painters in your mind that you’d been forced to memorize the previous week, as Jun laughs.

“I didn’t know you were interested in art, your highness.”

You shoot him a glare, and he fails to hide his grin as he stuffs his garments into his luggage. While Jun was a lord of your father’s council, your close ages allowed you both to maintain a close friendship, and he knew most of your recent complaints with sympathy.

He was currently packing for an ambassador trip back at his home kingdom, and you were attempting to dispel the simmering disappointment at your closest friend leaving for even just a few weeks.

“A friend painted it for me. Do you like it?”

“It’s pretty.”

And for once, you mean it.

“You’ll meet him soon enough I believe. Your mother has been wanting an artist on grounds for family portraits and I recommended him.”

“What’s his name?” You squint, the squiggle of signature in the corner incomprehensible to you.

“Xu Minghao.” Jun answers.

“He’s not from here?”

Jun hums, casting you a glance, noting how you’ve yet to take your eyes off the painting.

“I think you’ll take a liking to him.”

Jun’s letter is like a piece of home to Minghao, the script messier than his own, but in the familiar tongue that Minghao whispers to himself softly as the tide laps at his feet.

He knows his decision before he even reaches the end of the parchment, but reads through anyways, and folds it neatly back into his pocket. Heavy, umber eyes watch the rolling waves for a few more moments, chipping absently away at the dried paint on the tips of his slender fingers, before making his way back to the tiny house a little ways away with his hollow knocking heart.

Minghao packs his belongings the early morning of his departure, not looking back once at the shabby house he’d spent the past few months in as he canters away on his black mare, eyes set on the salt spraying sea he was really leaving behind instead.

He wonders if palace gardens were a satisfying alternative.

The idea of stable housing and food was enough to satiate his artistic nitpicking for the time being, and Minghao makes a silent promise to return to the sea one day.

Minghao is introduced to you a day after he arrives and the day Jun leaves.

Wind strewn dark hair grown past his ears, worn leather vest, paint flecked billowing sleeves of eggshell white, black loose pants, and scuffed shoes. He’s the opposite of your delicate satin gown, immaculately styled curls, and dainty accessories, but you feel as if you’re the one out of place as you observe him, both of you waiting for Jun in the courtyard, finishing his farewell to your parents.

He’s quiet, long features often solemn, sometimes slipping upwards in a small smile at the littlest of things or out of politeness.

You’re about to attempt to start conversation to fill the silence, but another voice cuts in.

“I hope you’ll behave while I’m gone.” Jun grins at you, appearing from the large doors with your parents in tow, shining brightly under the beaming sunlight, and you snort, relieved.

“I should be the one telling you that. God knows what you’d do without me.”

“Rejoice, of course.”

Your retort is muffled as he gathers you in an embrace, which you return just as strongly.

“I’ll write as soon as I settle.” He promises, and you only nod as you watch him move to Minghao, absently listening to the soft Mandarin they used to converse.

“Watch over her, yeah?”

“Me?” Minghao blinks, the surprise etched on his features comical to Jun who laughs. Jun knows you well enough that your curiosity would eventually overtake your tiptoeing around Minghao, but for the artist, while loneliness wasn’t ideal, he’d endure it no matter how much it gnawed at him.

“And yourself as well. You both need more friends. You can’t always be alone.”

The words settle forlornly in the pit of Minghao’s stomach as Jun draws him in, patting him on the back before he clambers upon the saddle, waving one last time before setting off.

Your mother suggests then that you provide a tour for Minghao before he begins his work the next day, claiming it as practice for future diplomatic encounters, and you almost miss his curiously amused glint in his eyes as you murmur a quiet agreement, beckoning him to follow you once you Jun becomes a tiny speck in the distance of your squinted vision.

The royal gardens do not disappoint as the last destination, almost exceeding Jun’s scrawling description within his letter, Minghao realizes with satisfaction.

The soft hum of fat bumblebees puttering across the extensive variety of blooms that were maintained to their fullest in neat order, along with the trickling ponds and fountains you could hear if you honed in just enough by the glade of willow trees where you decided to end the tour.

Minghao settles down on one of the bumpy roots, closing his eyes as he rests his hand on the cool bark, the other twirling the blades of grass by his thigh.

You’ve convinced yourself he’s fallen asleep, breaths rising slowly as his movements cease, but suddenly his eyes open, meeting yours, and you flush as if you’d been caught in the wrong.

“Would you like to meet here tomorrow morning to begin the portrait?”

You can only stammer a hasty agreement, and the lanky boy stands, gazing up at the filtered sunlight between the leaves with slightly squinted eyes.

“I would say you could return to your daily activities, but if I’m honest, I don’t remember how to return to the palace.” He admits after a moment, and you duck your head to hide your smile, but he catches it with one of his own.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

While you’re sure there’s a deeper meaning, the head piece currently sitting upon your tightly styled hair, was indeed weighty, and didn’t assist your focus of maintaining a still, straight posture.

“You fidget a lot. Your highness.” Minghao adds on respectfully after a beat, and you immediately cease your movements, smiling sheepishly.

“My apologies. I’ve never liked getting my portrait done. When I was younger I remember they always had to promise me my favourite sweet afterwards.”

“I’ll try to finish as quickly as I can then.” He grins wryly. “Or perhaps I can request the cook to make something specific for tonight’s dessert.”

You fail to hold in your shaking laughs, but Minghao doesn’t mind.

Minghao doesn’t see you often after he completes the portrait.

It seems to be an occurrence for most around the palace, the few acquaintances Minghao made telling him it was common now for you to be holed up in a study, while you used to constantly tag around the kitchens, amble around the stables, and meander the gardens. He’s slightly disappointed in your lack of appearance, but fills his time with roaming around the palace grounds himself and satisfying his artistic needs.

He meets you again by accident (or fate), as he brushes aside the curtain of flowers that concealed a small space he’d discovered yesterday, perfect for peaceful painting.

The air is charged with awkward stumbling as Minghao fumbles with his armload of supplies and you bolt up from your relaxed position, but you’re quick to react, snapping your book shut lightly.

“I’ll leave you to work. I’m sure your artistry requires more of the space than I do.”

“Please, stay.”

You’re convinced that he’s only insisting you stay out of courtesy, but you know he’s one to not say something he doesn’t mean, so you settle back down, skirt pooling under you, lace hem fluttering like your heart.

“How are you liking the kingdom so far?” You prompt as he sets up his palette, and Minghao shrugs, flicking a few stray strands of hair impatiently from his eyes. It leaves a smudge of paint on his forehead, and you smile in the secrecy of your pages.

“It’s not home, but it’s pleasant.”

“Will you tell me about your home?”

Home.

The word pangs in Minghao’s chest like an empty echo in a gaping chasm, but he obliges, hoping to fill it with his memories, recalling the sound of rain outside his window, the croaking of frogs at night, and the aroma of his mother’s cooking.

You listen carefully, closing your eyes as you do, inhaling slowly the scent of honeysuckle, lulling you to peaceful bliss. Minghao’s voice is calming, lilting and gentle, and eventually fades out of your consciousness.

He’s not sure how long it is that he’s been speaking while you’ve slept, surprising even himself as he usually prefers painting in peace, but the pale array of buds on the stretched canvas bloomed with a sleeping form as the sun slowly begins to switch places with the moon.

Time is unrivaled as Minghao loses himself to the simple intricacies of his art, until a messenger arrives.

“Your highness.” The address comes with a gentle shake to your shoulder, and you rise slowly, rubbing your eyes drowsily.

“What happened?”

“You've been called for dinner.” Minghao explains. “You fell asleep in the garden.”

“My apologies,” you bow your head lightly, regret washing over you as you notice the orange tinged sky, a contrast to the baby blue of when you last recalled consciousness. “I hope I didn’t waste your entire day waiting upon me.”

Minghao thinks of the piece behind him, palms dusted with the colour of your chiffon gown, and shakes his head.

“I didn’t.”

Minghao almost falls asleep amidst the bustle of ballgowns and coattails, the lilting laughter and flirty chatter tuned out, an imprinted mark left on his face as he starts at a tap on his shoulder.

“Won’t you dance?”

Your voice is sweet and quizzical, and he shakes his head timidly, an expression you had used to mistake for solemness, and you sigh.

“Why not? It’s fairly easy.”

“I don’t dance.”

It’s a blatant lie, and Minghao knows you see through it, his guilty eyes flicking away from your gaze hurriedly as he utters it. As you hold your hand out knowingly, Minghao grudgingly takes it, letting himself be pulled onto the floor where other pairs flocked like seagulls.

Faint crescents of colour are under his neatly trimmed nails, calloused palms a contrast to the gentle grip of his hands.

Minghao hopes you don’t notice the way they shake slightly.

The music starts, and he stumbles in the sudden rapidity of the orchestra, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle your giggles, which he notices with narrowed eyes. It’s almost forgotten as you’re immersed within the dance, reminding Minghao of the sea, of home, and the thrumming of his heart.

“You said you didn’t dance.” You accuse breathlessly as the music fades and you’re both upon the sidelines once more, and Minghao blinks.

“You said it would be easy.” He retorts, and you grin cheekily.

“Forgive me, I suspected you weren’t entirely speaking the truth. Especially considering Jun told me a bit about your skills upon mentioning the ball to him in his last correspondence.”

“Of course.” Minghao purses his lips, hiding a smile as he tugs at his collar, fanning himself lightly.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” You’re already making your way to the exit, and Minghao finds himself following subconsciously.

“Now?” He blinks, and you nod.

“No one will notice, if only for a few moments to cool down. It does get fairly stuffy at events such as these.”

As if sensing his hesitancy with his darting glances around the ballroom, you grab his arm, a glowing flush on your features as you tug him along. He excuses his own blush creeping up his neck upon the crowd, dispelled sharply when you both meet the crisp night air.

“I didn’t take you for a worrier, Xu Minghao.” You grin as you prop yourself up easily on the short garden wall, implying to Minghao that you’ve done this before.

“I didn’t know your highness was such a rebelliously improper figure.”

He hops up next to you with a smile as you laugh, trickling off to a content sigh that puffs out wispily, hanging in the air before dissipating. Legs are kicked lightly, childishly, heels thumping against the wall, filling the comfortable silence.

“We should go inside, your highness.” Minghao notices with a murmur, but he makes no move himself, entranced with the way the pale moonlight filters itself across your upturned features. His fingers itch for his paints, to resolve the artistic ache within his chest at this scene, but instead he resorts to memorizing every little detail in breathlessness. “You’re shivering.”

“Just a little longer.”

He’s in no position to argue, but his fingers twitch at the hem of his coat, battling with whether it is appropriate to shrug it off and drape it upon your shoulders, but before he can make the decision, you turn with a satisfied smile upon your lips.

“Shall we have another dance?”

Minghao convinces himself it’s the bubbling champagne that tells him to agree, and for once since arriving, he feels his heart’s solid rhythm.

When you don’t make an appearance within the gardens for the first day since the ball, Minghao tells himself he isn’t fazed. He blames the frustration of his art upon the fact that he’s not entirely used to sketching, crumpled parchment littering the grass.

Yet as the second and third day toiled by, the wilting pink camellias in the heat are all that Minghao can depict, and he takes it as a sign, gathering up some supplies hastily in a coarse bag before roaming the palace.

He has to ask for directions in some areas, but eventually reaches where he wants to be.

You don’t hear the argued exclamations outside your chambers, but when your door cracks open, you struggle from under your bundle of blankets to sit up.

“I thought you would be bored and brought you some things to do.”

“How did you get inside? I thought I told Chan to not let anyone in.” You frown hoarsely, and Minghao grins.

“I convinced him to let me have five minutes.”

“The poor boy.” You laugh, trickling into a fit of coughs, and Minghao rushes awkwardly to the water pitcher at your bedside table, but you wave him off, pouring it yourself.

“What did you bring?” You inquire curiously as you sip your water, straining your neck to watch him slip out brushes, thick parchment, a palette with circles of varying colours, along with a few books.

“I hope this is alright.” He places them all on your mattress in methodicalness, and you immediately examine them all.

“Thank you.”

He opens his mouth to utter something, but the door bursts open with Chan in tow, and he leaves you with a dry grin and a slight bow.

The watercolour blooms through the paper with every touch of the thin bristles across your page as you amuse yourself, and that morning, Minghao finds solace in the freshly bloomed tulips that were speckled with dew-like tears.

The corridor your room lies within seems to draw Minghao towards it, even when his desired destination is far from the route.

This caused Minghao to form a friendly relationship with your personal guard, Chan, who often updated him upon your status during your sickness.

“Could you take my place for a few moments while I run to the kitchens?” Chan pleads the second Minghao appears one morning. “Soonyoung told me that Mingyu baked, and I’m sure the princess wouldn’t mind if it was you.”

Minghao doesn’t have the time to confirm or deny the young guard before he rushes off eagerly, and while he’d normally be annoyed, he’d been meaning to ask you a question anyways.

“Your highness?” Minghao tiptoes tentatively after his knock on the door receives no answer, and ventures further in.

He’s honestly not entirely sure what occurred, perhaps he bumped his head on his stumbling out of your chambers, but his cheeks are hot as he leans against the door to catch his breath, bidding the glances at your bare skin away.

“What’s wrong?” Chan has crumbs speckling his chin as he tilts his head at Minghao, curiously innocent, with a pastry in his hand as he returns to his post.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Your door cracks open with you fully clothed much to his relief, saving Minghao from Chan’s oncoming suspicious questioning as you beckon to him.

“Would you like to come in?”

You both settle down on the small sofa by your window, and Minghao shuffles awkwardly.

“Chan told me you were feeling better.”

“I am.” You smile, propping your chin on the heel of your palms as silence ensues for a beat. “I suppose I have to thank Chan for his responsibility in our wedding now.”

“What?” Minghao sputters, a few seconds too late to the processing of your words.

“Didn’t you know?” Minghao’s stomach roils. “If anyone other than family sees a royal indecently it’s considered taboo if they’re not immediately married.”

He catches the twitch of your lips after surveying your expression carefully for a few moments, and groans, posture sagging.

“That’s not funny.”

“Oh, but it is.” You insist with a boisterous laugh, and he can’t help but grin at the sound. When you calm down, swiping giddy tears away from your eyes, you tilt your head at him.

“Did you only want to find me because I was feeling better?”

“I actually wanted to ask you something.”

Your inquisitive gaze encourages him to continue, and he picks at the end of his thumb nail timidly.

“May I paint you again?”

He refuses to let you see the progress of the portrait.

It’s a breezy afternoon when you give up your pestering, Minghao warning that he’d leave it unfinished. While you know he never would, you silence your curiosity temporarily, biting your tongue as Minghao smirks.

“The wind keeps moving your hair.” He huffs, partly to himself. “May I?” Minghao gestures lightly towards your hair with a questioning raise of his eyebrows and you nod your consent.

You try not to shiver as he brushes aimless strands back into their place, adjusting your shoulders and angle of your chin with feather light touches. It’s no use, at least for your hair, the wind deviating it constantly.

“Perhaps we should continue another day, when the weather is more forgiving.” He muses, pads of his fingertips lightly twirling stray strands once more before falling to his side before returning to pack up his easel.

Your voice seems to be caught in his pigment streaked palms, but when he smiles at you boyishly, you know he understands.

Neither of you show it until the painting is finished, and Minghao thinks there’s something beautiful about the way it ties you both together.

“Your highness, your mother requests your presence in the study hall.”

“Thank you Seokmin.” You smile at the messenger, who beams back as you attempt to not shift. “We’re almost finished, I’ll be there shortly.”

He scurries off, peeking at the painting with wide eyes, and your mind races at the imaginings of the completed piece.

“Would you like to see?” Minghao finally sets down his brush, glancing at you as he runs a hand through his hair amusedly, stepping back. Eagerly, you amble up to Minghao’s side, shoulder brushing against his as you peer at the canvas with wide eyes.

“It’s beautiful.”

“My place here is to simply paint what I see.” Minghao distracts himself from your gaze, bending down to pick up a fallen flower at his feet. When he rises, his eyes finally meet yours, and neither of you can help leaning forwards.

The kiss is delicate and sweet, lips like crushing silk petals against yours, as sweet as nectar, intoxicating your senses and making your head spin.

“I have to leave.” You murmur, pulling away reluctantly.

His smile is devastating, you think, gentle and adoring, his thumb brushing against your jaw; you know in that moment that you’ve lost a part of yourself to him, given as freely as the soft breeze in the arching branches above, holding you both in a secret lover’s haven.

“Go.” He nods, and a part of you wishes he’d told you the opposite, but you both know the impossibility of asking that. As if he can sense your hesitancy, his fingers fall, moving to clasp your hands lightly. “I’ll still be here when you’re finished.”

“You swear it?”

This draws out a chuckle, and while you realize it’s a foolish inquiry, when he tucks the gardenia bloom behind your ear affectionately, you want to hide there with him until the tides stopped and the sun’s flames flickered out of existence; until the impossible became a common ideal.

“I swear.”

You rush off after hearing his promise, resisting the urge to kiss him again, knowing you’d be held later if you were any more tardy to your lessons, out of breath by the time you reach the hall.

“You’ve got a smudge on your face.” Your mother huffs, reaching out to swipe at it with her thumb, but you dodge it, glancing in the mirror, gently touching the streaks of colour with a fond smile, as if you were touching the fingertips that left them.

Your heart seems to thrum freely out of your chest around Minghao.

Whether it’s the sound of his soft laughter, the focused expression he adorns as he immerses himself within his art, or the fact that thinking about, speaking to, or kissing him seems to make you late for almost everything.

“Is there a fire?”

The corner of Minghao’s lips quirks up amusedly as you stumble backwards from colliding with him in the corridor, adjusting your skirt hurriedly as he steadies you with firm hands.

“Minghao.” You drop a quick curtsy, and he bows in return, albeit confused as you brush past him, borderline running down the plush carpet.

“Should I be running too?” He shouts after you, ignoring the stares he gained in the corridor.

“I’m just late for my lessons!” You call out with a laugh, turning back, and Minghao giggles as you bump into Seungkwan, who almost topples over, causing more apologetic fussing from you.

He darts after you after a pause of thinking, and it’s not difficult for him to catch up, the surprise on your expression a contrast to his gleeful one as he grabs your hand, making you halt, tugging you close.

“Minghao, someone could see-”

He pays no attention to your paranoia, knowing as well as you did that the study hall was kept empty for the sake of your focus, cupping your face warmly as he met your lips breathlessly.

“I’ll see you after?”

You believe sometimes that you have him pieced together, until he shakes the puzzle board with a cheeky grin.

Minghao doesn’t remember the throne room being this intimidating. The thrones seemed to tower over his head, banners and artworks of historical wars and ancestors adorning the walls, all scrutinizing him.

He feels small, a scurrying insect to be crushed under the heavy boot of societal status. You’d both known that the time to reveal your relationship to your parents was better to come sooner than later and from your own mouths, but in the situation itself, Minghao feels uneasy.

“You know of his nature in his time here.” You argue persistently, and your parents are silent, the epitome of stoic rulers, and Minghao is almost afraid. “He is kind, and has treated me with nothing but respect and love-”

“What will the people say when it's revealed you’ve chosen a foreign commoner to be your husband?” Your father interjects, and this only stokes the passionate fire in your eyes, while simultaneously making Minghao flinch at the searing heat in the words.

“HIs talents will take him far. He won’t be just a commoner soon enough. I know you know this-”

He clambers to his feet suddenly, startling everyone, who seemed to have forgotten his presence despite him being the topic of discussion.

“Pardon my interruption.” He bows stiffly. “But if I may offer a suggestion?”

Minghao takes the silence as agreement, and barrels on hurriedly.

“I would like to request leave from my work here, to travel amongst kingdoms with my art. I’ll return a known man, and I’ll be worthy of your daughter’s hand, if you’ll have me.”

“That could take years.” Your mother blinks, and Minghao’s reply is quiet.

“Yes.”

“You expect us to wait for something that might not even happen?” Your father raises an eyebrow.

“Father-” you stand abruptly next to him, and Minghao grips your hand. You silence, looking at him incredulously.

“May I ask how long you would be willing to wait?”

Your mother murmurs something to your father, who contemplates before answering, and the words overturn the trickling hourglass of your fates.

“Two summers from now.”

You don’t speak to him until the next day, when he leaves.

He doesn’t hold any grudge against your actions, but as the dawning sun peeks over the horizon, the reins of his mare tightly gripped in his hands, the tightness in his throat is only relieved by your appearance in the wispy dewed morning.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe as you approach him, and something inside him aches at the melancholy in your eyes as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What for?” He whispers softly, thumb stroking your cheekbone tenderly.

“I wanted to see you before this. But I couldn’t. And now we only have a few spare minutes.”

“We’ll have all the time in the world when I return.” He murmurs, and you know he means it, yet the sincerity in his eyes couldn’t ever explain the way he would move the hands of time himself and mould the world to your own desires if you simply asked.

“My heart has belonged to you since that day you convinced me to stay.” You confess quietly, and Minghao listens intently. “Call me foolish for it’s easily swayed nature, I know I have, but it’s true.” Your voice doesn’t waver, it’s firm, and you’re staring at him with intensity, but he can see the fragility of your words. “I only ask that you be gentle with it.”

His hands fit loosely with yours, cupping them in his palms gently as he kneels, bringing them to his lips, bowing his head slightly, resembling the swaying bluebells at his back.

“I wouldn’t tend to it in any other manner.”

Jun returns soon after Minghao leaves, when the leaves tint with orange and scarlet, and your fingertips are always cold no matter how deep you delve them into your sleeves.

“I crossed paths briefly with Minghao on my way back.” He muses, hands cupping a steaming mug as he kicks lightly at the littered leaves on the ground.

“How is he?”

“Good.” Jun smiles reassuringly at your troubled gaze. “He’s working hard.”

“He hasn’t written to me lately.” You sigh, tracing the rim of your cup lightly, the scent of cinnamon apple wafting up from the ceramic. “And I don’t wish to bother him with my own letters.”

“He just doesn’t want you to worry.” His voice trails off quietly, almost commenting to himself. “I think he knows the most out of us that this is not all guaranteed.”

The icy wind nips at you, settling in your bones, and you both decide to go inside silently.

All to keep you company when springtide returned was creased parchment, each having worn edges from the amount of times you’d reread them, fingertips tracing the flowing ink.

Jun had departed once more in the winter, and while Minghao sent letters whenever he could, he divulged no time to when he would return.

It’s not until the weather warms, and the sunsets are softer, that you get your answer.

“Lord Jun has arrived. And he’s brought Xu Minghao.” Seokmin breathes, bursting into the study room and it’s not missed how you go rigid, fingers twitching to push back your chair before pausing.

“Go.” Your mother waves her hand amusedly, and you scramble from the table, maneuvering your skirt impatiently in bunched fists, striding steps racing towards Jun’s quarters.

“He made his way to the garden.” Jun smirks, and you think it’s entirely typical for Minghao to make you run around like this as you catch your breath in the doorway.

“How was your trip?” You breathe in an attempt to fill the silence politely as Jun unpacks his belongings.

“Do you care?”

It’s an amused jest, but well aimed, and you snort truthfully.

“At the particular moment, no, but-”

“Go.” Jun cuts in, laughing. “You’ve waited long enough.”

The words don’t fail to bring a giddy beam upon your features as you heed his words, and Jun thinks he’s never seen you this illuminated, with a fond heart.

You find Minghao by the white rosebuds, and you can’t help stop and admire the way his upturned features glow under the pale blue sky, as if he never left, a heavenly image.

“Xu Minghao.”

He looks at you, eyes fluttering open, and he tries to hide back a smile, pursing his lips as you step towards him.

His touch is as gentle as you remember, kisses as warm and honeyed, and you almost weep when his thumb runs along your cheekbone tenderly.

“I have something to show you.” He brightens, one hand drifting to the covered canvas at his shoes, the other gripping your own gently.

“I went back to the sea before I came back to you.” Minghao explains, carefully undraping the sheet, and you can only gaze at the revealed painting with wide eyes. It was you, sitting amidst the lapping waves that only seemed to get more turbulent as they strayed farther from your grasp, as if you were ruler of the seas. “I remember before I came here, the sea was the only thing that gave me comfort away from my home. But when I went back, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, with me there, the hard work that I endured to get here to you, and the sea suddenly was cold and unfamiliar.”

“I love you.” He professes simply after a heartbeat, and he shushes you fondly when you sniffle, and all you can do is thump his chest lightly with your fist. He laughs aloud, as you say it back, once, twice, bright and beautiful, and you join him, swaying in one another’s embrace, with all the time the universe could offer.

♖ tags: @writeiolite

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(HC) RFA + MC in Quarantine

Listen lads, this is just a silly I wrote this the other day (I may have been a little but tipsy but shh) and I thought I might as well share it. I hope this cheers some of you up during such a scary time <3

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Yoosung:

★ okay this is gonna sound obvious

★ but bare with

★ G A M E S

★ but!!! not just LOLOL!! oh no no!

★ i’m talking board games, PC games, active games like tag and hide and seek

★ you guys basically act like children how are you surviving on your own

★ you guys also do LOADS of cooking

★ like so much

★ you’re baking like one cake a day pls slow down

★ ngl you guys are thriving staying home all the time lol

★ if Yoosung has online classes, you set up a study club!

★ he does his college work whilst you do whatever work you gotta do boo love that tEAMWORK

★ honestly you guys have never been so productive oop

Zen:

❤︎ oh boy

❤︎ be prepared to be SMOTHERED in love

❤︎ zen i love you too but pls i have stuff to do

❤︎ m o v i e n i g h t s

❤︎ f a c e m a s k s

❤︎ there are so many movies/tv series that you guys have been waiting to watch together but haven't had time to bc of zen’s work

❤︎ big sad :(

❤︎ BUT GUESS WHAT FAM

❤︎ WORK IS CANCELLED TIME TO SNUGGLE DOWN AND WATCH SOME DAMN CINEMA

❤︎ it usually turns into make out sessions but shh nobody has to know

❤︎ Zen kinda discovered that you guys c a n n o t cook

❤︎ so!!! you learn!!!

❤︎ it’s MESSY y’all

❤︎ “aw mc you look so cute with flour on your nose” throws flour at your face “zen i sWeaR tO GoD I just wanna make b r e ad leave me ALONE”

❤︎ quality couple time <3

Jaehee:

☞ lets get down to business

☞ to defeat

☞ THE H A N

☞ lol JK

☞ seriously the house has never been cleaner

☞ obvs your cafe isn't open so y’all have some time on your hands

☞ one day Jaehee suggests gardening

☞ oh man

☞ it escalated

☞ gardening has now become an OBSESSION

☞ honestly you couldn't find a prettier garden on pinterest swear down

☞ you also decided to renovate the house you’ve been meaning to do it but have never had the time

☞ your house is now a work of art wow proud of you guys <333

☞ tbh, Jaehee actually has a small fear of getting sick/you getting sick so you guys are only leaving the house if it is a b s o l u t e l y necessary

Jumin:

♚ nobody talk about the bad ending

♚ i said don’t…

♚ he’s be waiting for this moment who needs a cage when you have a national lockdown

♚ all jokes aside though this man still has to work from home

♚ poor bby

♚ let us all shed a tear for Jumin Han

♚ you love to bring him tea and homemade baked goods whilst he works and guess what??? so does he lol

♚ it is time

♚ to D A N C E

♚ this man is so extra oml

♚ insists on taking online ballroom dance lessons bc why not MC hmmm???

♚ he is actually a very good dancer

♚ once you guys get good enough it turns into spontaneous ballroom dancing in the kitchen whilst you clean up after dinner

♚ wine??? wine did you say??? W I N E???

♚ oh b o y

♚ you've seen each other tipsy before, and lemme tell ya it takes a lot to get this man drunk

♚ his tolerance is so high from all the w i n e

♚ but one night you two get absolutely HAMMERED like oh my God guys calm down pls

♚ rip your liver lmao

♚ it makes for a v e r y funny evening though you guys have literal tears in your eyes and its so nice to see the mighty Jumin Han loosen up a little aw bless

Saeyoung:

☀︎ okay

☀︎ listen

☀︎ this man is absolutely out of control i can’t

☀︎ you thought he was a prankster before???? oh man i am so sorry

☀︎ “saeyoung why is there a balloon above saeran’s door” “don’t worry bout it babe” “i am WORRYING SAEYOUNG”

☀︎ on a serious note though being stuck in the house does sometimes bring back some bad memories for him

☀︎ there are some bad days where he just n e e d s to get out

☀︎ so you sometimes go out for a quick drive in some desert place ya know let’s be sensible

☀︎ you guys have also made a habit of climbing to the roof and watching the stars aw

☀︎ you’ve also both fallen a sleep there a few times oopsy daisy

☀︎ the memes are the only thing getting you guys through at this point it’s a problem

☀︎ but you are loving the quality time with your choi boys so it’s not all bad <3

☀︎ family snuggles are a must

☀︎ a M U S T

☀︎ the desired s n u g g l e position is you sat on Saeyoung’s lap, your legs draped over Saeran’s lap and Saeran’s head resting on Saeyoung’s shoulder AW

☀︎ sometimes you hold Saeran’s hand whilst he’s asleep bc your edgy boi needs love but wont ask for it ever

❁ first of all

❁ a w

❁ this man is the sweetest peach

❁ he makes so many cute things for you whilst you guys are in lockdown

❁ i mean he’s writing letters, knitting you scarves, painting you pictures the whole shebang

❁ he even made you a pyjamas

❁ he’s sewing guys he’s out of control

❁ if your working/reading/just having a quiet moment he will sketch you

❁ you wouldn't know it though bc he’s a s n e a k y bastard

❁ he’s never filled a sketchbook so fast and it’s his most treasured possession

❁ a book!!! filled with YOU!!!!! amazing!!!!!!

❁ wait, did you hear that????

❁ oh yeah

❁ ITS ARTS AND CRAFTS TIME

❁ actual children

❁ even if what you make is terrible its just so fun because you're doing it together

❁ brb just crying my eyes out i love this man so much

❁ you guys also make care packages and do the grocery shopping for the elderly/at risk people in your area and deliver it for them AND sewing scrubs/masks for doctors

❁ “I don’t want to stay inside doing nothing all the time when there are people who need help” THIS MAN IS TOO MUCH

Saeran:

☽ i hope you're ready for this grumpy motherfucker

☽ he never went outside anyway but now that he cant go out it sounds like the best thing in the world saeran pls

☽ ah yes it is time to wake up

☽ oh it’s 4pm?????

☽ HA who needs a sleep schedule anyway

☽ also Saeyoung is not the only twin with the Mischief Gene™

☽ oh no no no

☽ you two team up and absolutely destroy him

☽ i am so sorry Saeyoung but you had this coming

☽ when Saeran says that he wants to learn an instrument you are GOBSMACKED

☽ HELL Y E S

☽ he orders a keyboard and omg he’s such a fast learner

☽ probs from all the years of hacking ouch

☽ do i smell??? A FAMILY BAND?????

☽ you and Saeyoung play kazoo

☽ Saeran has left the chat

☽ seriously though his piano playing is so pretty and it calms him down so much ughhh PRECIOUS TOMATO BOI

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This is so chaotic hahahah I hope you enjoyed though. If people liked it I’ll do some more silly things like this. It was a nice break from...the other stuff I’m writing...hint hint watch this space ;)

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