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kittycat0419 · 2 years

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Genshin characters taking care of you when your sick

This is my first post on here so sorry if I don't format it right or something. I wrote these awhile ago, but I finally got the motivation to post it thanks to @witch-hazels-musings so hope they like the rest of these.

Characters: Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Albedo, Venti, Scaramouche, Beidou, Ganyu, Jean, Chongyun, Xingqui, Hu Tao, Razor, Sucrose, and Kamisato Ayaka

Childe:

The moment Childe found out you weren’t feeling well, he dropped everything and came home to you. Whatever he was doing wasn’t as important as you. Since he’s the oldest of all his siblings, he is very used to caring for people he cares about. He made you soup and tea all the time, refused to let you do anything you didn’t have to, and tried his best to make you happy and maybe get you to laugh. He would do anything for you even when you weren’t sick, but he was even more inclined to do things for you when you were ill. If you even mentioned being cold, he would get you some blankets and cuddle you for hours. He would not let you be uncomfortable or unhappy. As long as you were with him, that sort of thing just isn’t allowed.

Zhongli:

Zhongli has always been careful with you, seeing you as a very fragile creature that he doesn’t want to hurt or see hurt, so when you were sick, he made sure you didn’t overexert yourself. He didn’t want you to do anything cause he worried that you would only worsen if you did. He made sure you stayed in bed or were with him at all times and that you were comfortable. He made you anything you wanted whenever you wanted. He wanted you to be happy and to feel loved and cared for. Even after you started feeling better, he was hesitant to let you do things no matter how often you told him you were fine now and could do them for yourself. He just doesn’t want to see you sick again.

Xiao:

When Xiao found out you were feeling sick, he was nervous. He hadn’t been around humans much, so he had no idea what to do to take care of you. So he went to ask Zhongli for help and thoughts on what to do to take care of you. Zhongli told him that the best thing he could do for you was just to pamper you, do anything you asked of him, and make your food. Xiao was still a bit nervous about what to do, so you had to guide him and tell him what kinds of things you needed. As time went on, he got a bit more comfortable looking after you and knowing what types of things you need at any given time. Once he had finally calmed down, he was actually very good at taking care of you.

Albedo:

Albedo is always busy with his work, so you tried your best to hide it from him when you started not feeling well. You didn’t want to become a bother to him and his work. As you began to feel worse, you closed yourself off more from him and stayed home more often than you used to. Albedo began to notice this and went to check in on you. You always did it to him, so he should return the favor. Once he saw that you were sick, he dropped everything to be by your side and to make you feel better as best he could. You said that you were sorry that he had to take care of you instead of focusing on his work and experiments, but he wasn’t having that and made sure he never left your side. He told you that next time you aren’t feeling well, you should tell him to help make you feel better before the illness worsens. You promise to try and tell him in the future. You just didn’t want to be a bother to him. As you got better, he was a bit more comfortable leaving you alone to go back to work, but he still came home earlier than average to be with you. Once you were completely better, Albedo ensured that you knew just how much you mean to him and how you could never be a bother or an annoyance or anything like that.

Venti:

Venti has always been very high energy and very loud at all times, but all that changed when you started not to feel as great. It was odd at first to see him change like that. It almost seemed like he was a different person. When you asked him why his whole personality suddenly changed, he said that he wanted to tone it down slightly since you weren’t feeling too great. You told him that he didn’t need to do that for you, but he insisted that he wanted to do this for you. He wanted to make you feel better and more comfortable and happy as best he could while you weren’t feeling your best. You were taken back a bit at first when he said that you never expected the fun-loving young archon to be so caring and thoughtful for you. Now though, he made sure whenever you weren’t feeling too great to calm down a bit until you did feel better, making sure you knew just how much he loved and cared for you. After you were feeling better, he was still a bit careful getting back into his old ways just in case something from your illness was still there and you fell back into being sick again, but once he was sure you were okay, he was back to his old loud and fun-loving self.

Scaramouche:

Scaramouche has always been a bit cold to everyone, including you, so when you weren’t feeling well, you just kept yourself separate from him so you wouldn’t be a bother to him while you were getting better. Scara, however, noticed this and wasn’t having that. While he doesn’t enjoy being overly affectionate with you, he doesn’t want to be entirely away from you. He doesn’t want you to feel like a bother to him ever cause you could never be one. So he made sure to take care of you as best he could while you were sick, staying home more often and making you food when he could. You enjoyed seeing him like this, seeing him show affection rather than just hiding it behind a tiny bit of anger. Of course, you would never ask him to change who he is. However, you do enjoy his tsundere tendencies most of the time. Once you started feeling better, Scara didn’t entirely go back to his old cold self, sure he’s still a bit standoffish, but he is a bit more comfortable showing affection to you, at least in private.

Beidou:

Beidou was getting ready for another voyage, something she often did, though this time was more worried about you than getting ready. You hadn’t been feeling well for some time now, and she didn’t want to leave you alone if you were in pain. You assured her that you would be fine and that she should go; you knew just how much she preferred to be out on the sea than on the land. She was hesitant but still left on her voyage with the promise that she would come back as soon as she could. With that, she left you, though not without making sure someone would come to check on you and make sure you were ok. Once she left, however, you started to get worse, to a point where you had trouble getting out of bed. By the time she was to return home, you hadn’t gotten much better than when she had left. When she opened the door and saw you lying in bed still sick, she got very worried and blamed herself for leaving you alone. You told her that it wasn’t her fault and that things like that just happen. She still wanted to make it up to you, however, so until you were better, she never left your side and did everything she could for you. Her crew even began to worry, they weren’t used to their captain choosing to stay on land when she could be out on the ocean, but she didn’t care what they thought, as long as you were taken care of. Once you got better, Beidou asked you to take trips with her, so she never had to worry about things happening to you while she was gone, and you agreed happily, wanting to spend more time with your loving girlfriend.

Ganyu:

Ganyu always made time for you between all her work as best she could, but at times she was still too busy to hang out with you. When you started to fall ill, you didn’t tell her and just stayed home more. You didn’t want her to worry about you when she had so much work to do. When Ganyu finally had gotten a break to come to see you, you weren’t doing too well, being practically confined to your bed. She got really worried, wondering how long you had been like this and how she could have done more for you, so you didn’t have to be in so much pain from your illness. You tried your best to assure her you were fine, but when you could hardly sit up enough to look at her, she had a hard time believing that. She immediately went out to find someone to look after you and to tell the Liyue Qixing that she would be taking some time away to be with you until you were better. You didn’t want her to take time away from the work that she loved to do, but she wasn’t having that and insisted that you were more important than her work. Once you were feeling better, Ganyu went back to work, though she tried to take a break to see you at least once a day no matter how much work she had been given.

Jean:

Jean was usually very busy dealing with everything in Mondstadt, but she tried to rest with you. When you had started to feel less than great, you wanted to seclude yourself, not wanting to bother Jean from her work or get her sick as well and then leave the knights without their acting grand master. Jean noticed this reasonably quickly and took time away from her post to be with you, leaving most matters up to Lisa while she was gone. You told her not to worry about you and that she should just focus on her work, but she wasn’t having that and stayed by your side, doing all she could for you. She assured you the city would fine under Lisa’s care while she was taking care of you, and you hesitantly agreed to let her help you, though it’s not like you had much of a choice. She went to see if Barbara or any of the other sisters had anything that might be able to help you get better, and they did. After just a few days of Jean taking care of you and taking that medicine from the sisters, you started feeling better, and you tried to get Jean to go on back to work, but she still refused to leave your side. You only went back to work after a week or so of you starting to feel better and even still for some time after she took more breaks to check on you and to just be with you.

Chongyun:

The young exorcist was very much into his work, it was what he was born and raised to do after all, but he liked to bring you with him on his expeditions when he could without putting you in danger. He loved you and loved to be around you, so when you started to decline his offers to go out with him more and more, he got worried. After being out in the night air so often, you had begun to fall ill, so you decided to stay home more rather than go out. Chongyun got really worried. He didn’t want you to feel bad, or in pain or anything like that, so he opted to stay home more too. You told him you would be just fine and that he should just go out without you, but he refused. You were far more important to him than chasing some spirits around the place, so he stayed by your side and did what he could to help you feel better. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing at times; he’s far more used to those already dead rather than those living, so you did have to guide him on how best to care for you at times. Despite that, he did pretty well taking care of you, and in no time, you were back on your feet and going out with him on his adventures, though he did still try to get you to stay home more often at night as to prevent you from getting sick again.

Xingqiu:

More often than not you and Xingqiu would spend your time reading together. Whether that be you both reading different books and just enjoying each other’s company, or if he was reading to you while you sat nearby. Recently you hadn’t been feeling well, so you came around to the library less often, something Xingqiu noticed quickly. He went to find you and ask why you hadn’t been to visit today, but upon seeing you in bed with a fever, the only thought on his mind was that you got better. You didn’t want him to be around you, fearing he too would fall ill, but he didn’t care and refused to leave your side. The whole time you were sick, he only left once to tell his father that he wouldn’t be home and get some books. While you were ill, he either made you food or got some from the Wanmin Restaurant, and he read to you. The sound of his voice helped ease your pain and helped you relax enough to sleep, though you always felt terrible falling asleep on him reading. He didn’t mind though; he just wanted you to get better as soon as possible. Once you started feeling better, you accompanied him to the library again, though now he was hesitant to let you stay up late as that was probably the reason you had fallen ill in the first place.

Hu Tao:

Hu Tao is a very high-energy young woman, and that energy tends to be infectious. She always knew just how to make you smile and laugh, even when you weren’t all too happy. Upon getting sick, however, trying to match her energy was hard, but you tried so as to make her happy. She noticed this, noticed that you weren’t as bouncy and talkative anymore. She let it go; however, she figured you were just having an off day like anyone else. It wasn’t until you were noticeably paler than usual that she asked if anything was wrong. When you said that you hadn’t been feeling well lately, she wanted to get you home to rest and feel better. She told Zhongli that she would be out for a bit and that he was in charge in her absence, and then she took you home. Once home, she refused to let you do anything for yourself; she wanted you to rest and get better before you became another corpse to bury. She hated the thought of not only losing you, but having to be the one to bury you. She made sure you had everything you needed at all times, and if you didn’t, she was quick to get it for you. She tried to get you to smile even a little bit while sick, and some days it worked, and you were both thankful for those days. As you regained your energy and the color in your face, Hu Tao felt comfortable letting you do some tasks for yourself, tho she would still supervise you just in case. After you did a job yourself a few times, she trusted you to do it without her, though she was never far, just in case. Finally, after some time, you had gotten well enough that she felt comfortable leaving you alone and going to work at the funeral parlor and letting you go out and do things. Even still, she doesn’t want you out too late just in case you fall ill again, but being out in the light of the moon is too fun for her to forbid it altogether.

Razor:

You would often go out exploring the wilds of Mondstadt with Razor, usually just for fun or to get away from the city that you both never really liked. It wasn’t uncommon for you both to be out late at night or even all night and then not get any sleep, so you can’t say you were surprised when you had fallen ill. You told Razor that you couldn’t go out exploring with him that night, and he was confused. No matter what, you never turned down a chance to go running with him. When you tried to explain to him you weren’t feeling well, he still didn’t fully get it, but he left you alone and went off to explore and run, or so you thought. After a few hours of you telling Razor that you weren’t feeling well, you heard another knock at your door. It was Razor. It turns out he only went as far as Wolvendom and brought you back some red wolfhook seeds. Now it was your turn to be confused. Why had he brought you some berries? Razor began to explain. The wolves use these berries to heal all kinds of things, so he assumed it might help you with whatever you were dealing with. You weren’t sure how they would help as you’ve never heard them being used to help just a minor illness in humans, but you were touched that he wanted to try and help you feel better in his own way. He offered to stay with you for the night, so you weren’t lonely, and you gladly let him stay with you, and he told you the best way to get around the spikes to eat the wolfhook seeds. You were a bit hesitant to try them at first, but you did it for Razor, and they did help you feel at least a bit better. After that, every night you said you couldn’t go explore with him, Razor brought you some red wolfhook seeds and stayed by your side all night.

Sucrose:

Sucrose would often work on her experiments late into the night, sometimes even days at a time, with very little if any break. Sure, she wasn’t as bad as Albedo when it came to not sleeping but just barely. You would often help her with her experiments so they could get done faster so she could indeed sleep, tho this meant that you also got very little sleep at times. Sucrose didn’t want to rely on your help all the time, she was fine letting her health go downhill a bit for her tests, but when it came to your health, she was far more concerned. After one exceptionally extended period of trials and experiments, you started not to feel well, so you stopped coming by the lab so as not to cause any trouble for either Sucrose or Albedo. Before you left the lab to get better, you left a note to let Sucrose know why you weren’t there so she wouldn’t be worried, thinking the worst. However, when Sucrose read the letter, she asked Albedo if she could go rest up a bit. She did just finish a lot of work over a short period with no sleep and agreed on the condition that when she came back, she had to get right back to work. With that, she left and went to see you, on her way picking up something for you both to eat. When she got home, you were surprised.; she never came home this early unless you asked her to, and even then, she was usually hesitant. You told her you would be fine and that she should go back to work and not worry about you, you didn’t want her falling ill as well, but she wasn’t going to go anywhere until you felt better. She made sure to get you everything you needed, from medicine to food from Good Hunter; she knows exactly what you like. She blames herself for you getting sick; if you hadn’t been helping her, then you wouldn’t be like this, so she wanted to make sure you were ideally taken care of. Once you were feeling better and you both went back to the lab, she didn’t allow you to help her much after dark, saying that you should go home and get some rest and that usually meant that she too left the lab at dusk as you didn’t want her to be staying there late without you there to help just in case something goes wrong.

Kamisato Ayaka:

Every day without fail, you would visit the Kamisato estate, even if you had no real business there, just to make Ayaka take a break from her work and have some fun. Everyone at the estate had gotten very used to you coming by each day and looked forward to it as they all just wished to see their lady happy. However, when you didn’t come by one day, not only did Ayaka notice, but everyone who came around often noticed as well. Ayaka began to get worried about your safety and health, so she left her study to find and check up on you. When she got to your place and unlocked the door, she was worried; you were just lying in your bed, hardly moving. As she got closer to your bedside, you opened your eyes and tried to greet her as energetically as you usually would, but you lacked the energy to sit up, so it didn’t help her worry for you. She told you just to relax and not force yourself to put on a good face for her. She went to go make you some food her mother had always made her when she had been sick as a little girl and when she got back and handed you the food, she noticed just how warm you had become. Usually you there wasn’t much notice to your temperature when she felt your skin, something she found strange at first as a cryo vision bearer, so feeling a noticeable warmth was cause for concern for her. You tried to tell her that she shouldn’t be here, you didn’t want her to get sick and then leave all the clan work unattended to while she was out, but she wasn’t going to stand for that and wanted to stay with you and take care of you while you aren’t feeling well. She made sure to rarely leave your side, wanting to keep you cool and comfortable as much as she could with your fever. As you started feeling better and your fever had gone down, she went back to work at the estate but made sure to bring you along as well so she could keep an eye on you in case your condition worsened again. Even once you had fully gotten better, you still stayed by her side as she worked in her study all day; you enjoyed being with her and wanted to make her take some more breaks than just one each day.

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anxious2dsimp · 3 years

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General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room.

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’)

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food.

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like 👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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I literally can’t sleep right now because I ate something ✨spicy✨ earlier and I shouldn’t have finished eating it after I noticed it that it was too spicy for my liking 🥲 (and knowing full well that my stomach can’t handle spice at all). But I was hungry and stupid and now I’m laying in bed with stomach ache and feeling sick… so I was inspired to write this (on my phone so the formatting is a bit weird). In those sense I am a Chongyun kinnie I guess. Now excuse me while I try to get a bit of sleep, I have therapy and work tomorrow and I really need a good nights rest for both.

Idea: Thoma invited you over to cook you dinner, but he underestimated how sensitive your stomach is (compared to his own… Thoma would probably eat the dubious meal from Botw without batting an eye)

Characters: Thoma x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Content warning: mention of feeling sick, mentioning the preparations for vomiting, like getting a bucket etc. (but no actually vomiting takes place, this is the CN for all the other ppl out there like me who can’t deal with the topic very well), very very very slight suggestiv content warning (it’s just one stupid joke of Thoma lol)

Format: i feel like it’s too long to be a drabble but it’s also not proof read so eh also I don’t know how to put something under a cut via the tumblr app so until I’m on a desktop you have to deal with this in the tags I AM SO SORRY

You knew it was a mistake to finish your plate as soon as you ate the first spoon of what Thoma had prepared for you two. But he looked at you with such a bright smile in anticipation of what you would say, how you’d like what he had made specifically for the two of you. It was such a nice gesture for Thoma to cook for you, when he asked you yesterday you accepted his invitation for tonight. The both of you had been dating for a while now, however Thoma didn’t have many nights just for himself as the Housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan. So it was very nice for him to spend his first night off in a while cooking for you. With all of that in mind and his puppy eyes looking at you - ah, you just didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was too spicy for you. It wasn’t even that you didn’t like the taste, you probably would like the dish, but it was just… so spicy, there was no option for a taste. It was just burning in your mouth. With a smile you just kept eating until your plate was empty, hoping the consequences of your actions would be too severe.

And for a while you felt fine, spending the rest of the evening cuddling with Thoma on the couch, listening to how he told you stories about his home with a bittersweet tone. In the middle of one of his stories, he was just telling you about a story from his childhood when he searched with two friends for one of their pet turtles, your stomach interrupted him with a loud growl. “Oh, are you still hungry?”, he asked with a slightly teasing tone. “No, it’s nothing, just digestion”, you tried to laugh it off and for a while he kept continuing his stories, not paying too much attention to the different noises of your stomach. That was until he noticed how your body started to tense up, your face turning pale. “Hey, are you alright?”, Thoma shifted, having you sit beside him now. “Yeah, it’s nothing, I’m fin-“, but before you could even finish the sentence the pain in your stomach became worse, as if someone just punched you in it you jolted towards, hugging your arms around your stomach. Hunched over in pain you could feel Thoma’s hand on your back. “Do you need to vomit? Wait a moment”, before you could even answer his question he was already on his feet, running towards the small kitchen and getting you a bucket. Just as quick as he was on his feet he sat back beside you, his hand back on your back, the bucket placed in front of you. “Thoma, really I’m fine it’s ju-“, again you were interrupted by the pain, having to take a deep breath to manage the cramp. “You don’t seem fine to me,” his voice was filled with worry while he caressed your back. “It fine, really. I’m used to it, I just need to lay down a bit,” You we’re finally able to say, giving him a pained smile. This really wasn’t ideal and to be honest it was so embarrassing for you. Maybe, you thought to yourself, that’s the punishment for not being honest from the beginning. But you couldn’t turn back time, so this was now your evening. “Okay, hold on,” before you could even understand what he mean with that he stood up and picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. “Thoma, what are you doing?”, surprised by the sudden action you cling to his jacket. “You said you needed to lay down,” he put you down on his bed, “it’s best for you to lay down here, the couch really isn’t the most comfortable when you need rest.” Any other night you would feel something different in your stomach, nervousness, excitement- whatever, the way he carried you into his bedroom, put you down on his bet… you really wished that the circumstances were different for his actions. Was he even aware of what he was doing? “Thoma, I’m sorry”, you sigh, hiding your face in your hands. God, all of this was so embarrassing. He sat down at the end of the bed, his hand on your leg. “Hey, don’t be, it’s not your fault that you don’t feel well.” Thoma stood up from the bed, throwing a blanked over you to then make his way out of the room. “Don’t go”, you mumbled before he was at the bedroom door. “Mmh? What did you say?”, he asked and came closer to you again. You grabbed the fabric of his clothes, repeating yourself. “Don’t go, please.”

The pain in your stomach was still bad, but worse was the thought of having to spend the night alone in Thoma’s bed and him willingly sleeping on his couch, because you couldn’t tell him the truth. Without any further words Thoma filled the empty space next to you in his bed, laying on his side, his one hand supporting his head and the other hand softly going through your hair. You had your eyes closed, concentrating on your breathing, to regulate the pain but also to calm yourself down from the whole situation. Laying next to him in his bed, so close and it all felt so intimate… ah, maybe the nervousness of the whole situation didn’t really help with the pain. After a while you felt Thoma’s hand press against your forehead. “Mmmh, they don’t seem to have a fever, that’s good”, he mumbled to himself. Ah, did he think you fell asleep? Awkwardly you cleared your throat, opening your eyes looking directly into his. “Oh-ah, you’re still awake?”, he looked a bit embarrassed at you noticing how he talked to himself out loud. “Umm- yeah. Thoma,” you shifted, now laying on your side and not on the back anymore, facing him. “Don’t worry, I’m really not ill, it’s just…”, you paused, hesitant to tell him this, “it’s just, the dish you made earlier was a bit … too spicy for me, I quite the sensitive stomach and… I just didn’t want to tell you earlier, you made such an effort to cook for me and-“, you didn’t knew what else was there to stay, burying your face again in your hands you mumbled out another apology to him. “I’m sorry that I didn’t notice it, I made you eat two plates of it, without seeing that you didn’t even enjoy it”, Thoma pulled you in a hug, his chin now resting on your head. “No, Thoma don’t apologise. You couldn’t have known it, I promise you I’ll tell you in future…”. Suddenly you felt another wave of stomach pain, making you curl up again in pain. “Ah, it’s so stupid that my body reacts to a bit of spice like that,” you try to joke, but Thoma only caresses your cheek, looking at you with worry. “How bad is it?”, he asks, wishing he could be of any kind of help to you. “I’m just in pain, so it’s not that bad”, you say hoping he won’t press further on the matter. You really weren’t in the mood to explain to him what exactly it could entail when you ate things that upset your stomach - especially spicy food. “Can I help?”, his hand again at your back, slowly going up and down. “Do… do you have a heating pad or something similar? Sometimes it helps when I put some heat on my stomach.” “No, I don’t have one put… wait, I have a better idea.” With that he made you turn your back to him, pressed to his stomach with it. “T-Thoma?”, you asked nervously when you felt his hand under your shirt on top of your stomach. “Don’t worry, just trust me I won’t do anything funny,” he replied. ��Unless you want me to”, he added, which earned him a small nudge with your elbow in his side. “Ouch, okay got it, not the time and place”, Thoma chuckled and then you suddenly felt the heat on your stomach. You sigh at the feeling, visibly relaxing now. You two just stayed there for a while until you were the first one to fall asleep in his arms, Thoma following shortly after you. Neither of you did expect to spend your first night together like this, but you weren’t complaining.

#it’s 3am #and I’m still in pain #FML #pls body just let me pass out after I post this thanks #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #fluff #genshin fan fiction #genshin fan fic #fan fiction #Thoma #tohma #tohma x reader #Thoma x Reader #I did not expect to write anything but hey you just need to be in pain and not able to sleep #inazuma

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big-dong-zhong · 3 years

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Chapter 1 has received a buff and has been posted to Ao3. Here is the link for those who want to view it there. For those who don’t, the modified chapter is under the cut. Apologies for any formatting errors, it doesn’t copy/paste to tumblr very well.

1 - Melt

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Childe/Lumine, fluff (i guess?), sorry I really don’t know what to say here.

Lumine is ill-prepared for Snezhnaya’s weather.

Tartaglia lay in his childhood bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been years since he had last slept there, and the scratching of the wool against his skin gave him a nostalgic sorrow, like he had left something behind. The other bed laid empty, another single wool blanket carefully draped over it. He put his arm over his eyes, wondering if it had been a good idea to return so soon. One day wasn’t quite enough to spend any meaningful time with his family, and he wasn’t sure if he was grateful for having any kind of time with his family or if he regretted making the trip at all. He supposed that worrying about it wouldn’t do him any good; they were leaving first thing in the morning anyway. Regardless, his restless mind was robbing him of his much needed sleep.

The sound of the bedroom door opening quietly distracted him from his thoughts. He listened as light and hurried footsteps traveled over the rug and to the other bed. The wood frame creaked under the weight of someone sitting upon it for the first time in years. A loud huff. Tartaglia could feel eyes on him. It was nearly impossible not to crack a smile, but he would pretend that he was asleep for now unless she addressed him.

"Tartaglia?"

"Lumine?" He grinned and quickly pulled his arm from his face and turned his head to look in her direction. Lumine was sitting upright on the bed, completely wrapped in the wool blanket with only her face visible, and she was pouting. Her cuteness caught him off guard and his heart may have skipped a beat or two, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's cold," she grumbled, pulling the blanket even tighter around herself. Tartaglia laughed at such on obvious statement.

"Of course it's cold! We're in Snezhnaya. I really hope you didn't forget that somehow.” Lumine grumbled and turned her head defiantly to deflect his insult.

“Aw don’t be like that,” he sang. “You could always come over here and I'll keep you warm." He turned to his side and lifted up his own blanket flirtatiously, inviting her to share his bed.

"No!" Lumine whispered harshly. "No way! I am not sharing a bed with you!" She shook her head as she declined.

"Well I guess you'll just freeze then," Tartaglia conceded and rolled back over with an exaggerated sigh. "A shame too. How will I ever be able to explain this to the Knights of Favonius? I guess I'll just have to run away and change my identity. They'll surely come after me if they think I let something happen to you out here." The sounds of the other bed creaking, and then footsteps toward him.

Got her.

"I didn't tell them," she said. He turned to face her again, this time he was confused. What did she mean she didn’t tell them? His puzzlement must have shown on his face because she repeated it.

"I didn't tell anybody I was coming here. Not the Knights of Favonius or even the Adventurers’ Guild. Let me tell you, it was hard enough to convince Paimon to keep this just between us.” Lumine shook her head as she spoke. “It's not everyone's business what I'm doing every second of every day. I'm allowed to do things on my own, contrary to popular belief."

Her gaze was serious. He had thought that when she reluctantly agreed to come to Snezhnaya with him for leisure that it would be a one time adventure, that she only did it because she had promised Teucer. He figured she would have told each one of her friends every tiny detail about the trip as a precaution in case the Fatui made a move on her, but now he was feeling unsure of her intentions. Had she really trusted him, a Fatui Harbinger, enough to travel so far from her other friends without telling them where she was?

Tartaglia snorted, then laughed at the situation. Everyone really wanted a piece of her, didn't they? This girl who looked like a dumpling wrapped up in his brother's old wool blanket pouting at him was so important that several organizations felt the need to constantly keep tabs on her. It was only fair though, he figured. She was incredibly strong, not to mention nobody knew where she came from. She was very intriguing. He wanted to know more about her.

She sniffled. Tartaglia could see that her nose was getting red, and she kept scrunching her face like she felt a sneeze coming.

"Come on," he chuckled, "you can bring the blanket with you; just get in." Lumine glared down at him and very reluctantly sat on the edge of his bed, her back toward him. She scooted herself back on top of Tartaglia's blanket then lifted her legs into the bed and laid down, never once removing the blanket she already had around herself. He laughed.

"Well this isn't exactly what I had in mind. It's not going to make a lot of difference if you're still under just one blanket."

"Then give me both of the blankets," she mumbled.

"Now that's cold, Lumine. You would let me freeze in the night? And after my family showed you so much hospitality. Imagine how upset my poor little siblings would be to find me frozen solid in the morning: a big brosicle!"

"Argh, fine!" Lumine seemed to have finally had enough of him telling her what to do. She jumped out of the bed and threw the second blanket she had wrapped herself with onto Tartaglia's face. "Make it up however you want, just do it fast okay!"

He laughed as he sat up, grabbing the blanket and spreading it out to toss over his own to create a double layer. Once he was satisfied that it was good enough he glanced toward Lumine and saw what she was wearing. A very short, white night dress with a frilled hem and collar, the latter of which rested halfway down her shoulders, exposing bare skin as well as her collarbones. He could see how delicate her legs were beneath the hem, which only barely covered the tops of her thighs. The fabric also seemed to be quite thin; silk from Liyue perhaps? Her arms were crossed over her chest so he couldn't gauge exactly how sheer it was. Unfortunate, but he could live with the mystery for now. He grinned.

"Well no wonder you're cold," he teased her and lifted up the blankets. "Come on now before you freeze." Lumine glared down at him in contempt.

"I'm not going to do anything weird," he insisted with his sweetest smile. She lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Promise?"

"Maybe I wouldn't go that far-"

"I'm sleeping with Paimon and Tonia," Lumine said as she began to turn around.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I promise I won't do anything weird," Tartaglia urged. She pursed her lips into an unsure frown and climbed into the bed, this time facing him directly. He nearly forgot to breathe in that moment she was so close. Her toes brushed against his shin for a moment and he felt how ice cold her skin was. The sensation made him jump.

“Really? You’re not even wearing socks?” he interrogated, moving his shins further away to avoid her toes.

“I can’t sleep with them on,” she rebutted as she continued to pursue his warmth until he finally gave in to the momentary discomfort. She really hadn't prepared for this trip, had she? At least it was just a short leisure trip and she wasn't alone. Tartaglia took comfort in the fact that this exposure would better prepare her for the future.

The future… That was right.

Peaceful moments like this won’t last, he thought to himself. He had enough political knowledge to realize that the world was spinning into chaos, but not enough to know how to stop it. His folly in Liyue Harbor was proof of that. Even the man he felt he had grown close to as a friend was only using him as a pawn in a much bigger scheme, just as so many others had. It wasn’t safe to put his trust in others anymore.

Tartaglia was pulled from his thoughts when Lumine shuffled her arm to her front and placed her hand between their faces, her fingers curled except for one in particular.

"Pinkie promise me you won't do anything weird to me in my sleep."

"You really don't trust me, do you?" Is what he said, ironically, but she had to trust him to an extent. She wouldn’t be there with him in that moment otherwise.

She pushed her hand closer to his face. Lumine was really serious about a pinkie promise, wasn’t she? He was tempted to lightly nip at her finger just to get a reaction out of her, but he knew she would be furious if he did. He wasn't too keen on the idea of chasing her down in the snow in the middle of the night, so he elected not to bite her this time. He sighed with a small laugh and brought his own hand to meet hers. He hesitated at first, his heart skipping a beat when their fingers first touched.

She doesn’t know.

Of course, the traveler from another world wouldn’t have the same knowledge used to trick him over and over. Rex Lapis had fooled her just as well. Would other archons try to use her to their own ends as he and Barbatos did? Tartaglia couldn’t watch that happen.

“I’ll make this promise: I’m going to keep you safe,” he told her in a hushed voice as if any notes of affection in his tone needed to be kept secret between the two of them. “The Knights, the Guild, hell even the Liyue Qixing won’t have to worry if you’re with me. Whether it’s money or strength, you can always rely on me when you’re in need.”

“W-What the hell are you talking about?” Lumine stuttered as her face grew red. “Is this some kind of confession?”

“Hmm,” Tartaglia hummed in response. “Try not to think about it too hard.” He gave her a wink and grinned as he watch her face flush all the way to her ears. He was proud of himself that he managed to get her to make such a cute expression.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “As long as that promise includes not doing anything weird to me in the night.”

“I said I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?” A loaded promise, but in the moment he didn’t care.

“How am I supposed to know what your definition of that is?”

“I just don’t want you see you hurt,” he confessed. Lumine’s expression softened into a more serious gaze.

“Just stick with promising me only for tonight, all right?” she sighed.

“All right,” Tartaglia replied to her with a tender smile. In his heart he knew he would promise more, however. He wanted to be by her side more than just a night.

"You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life," he started.

"You break a pinkie promise," Lumine continued and narrowed her eyes, "I throw you on the ice." Their little fingers wrapped around each other.

"The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend." He tightened his grip, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. He wondered if she noticed how fast his heart was beating, and if hers may have been as well.

"The frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again." They unclasped their little fingers and let their hands rest between them, not quite touching, but Tartaglia could start to feel her body heat under the blankets.

"Feeling warmer now that you're with me?" he asked with a smug grin. Lumine nodded and let out a small, breathy yawn that tugged on his heart strings. He wished he could fall asleep as fast as she did. Now that she had fallen asleep, laying next to her made him even more anxious. Every time she let out a deep breath he held his, unsure of what to do. Of course he knew he should just close his eyes and go to sleep, but he couldn't stop looking at her. She looked so small and calm, unlike the fury and excitement she radiated while awake. Tartaglia liked this side of her too. He stroked her arm with the tips of his fingers, feeling the warmth radiating off her skin, the sensation making his heart beat faster. He had promised he wouldn't do anything weird, but he still wasn't sure what Lumine's definition of weird could be. She stirred in her sleep, startling him to pull his hand away from her. It may have been just a nursery rhyme, but he knew Lumine would literally cut his tongue out if he broke his promise.

He held his breath, waiting for her to wake up and scold him, but she didn't open her eyes. Instead she moved even closer to him. One of her legs slid between his, which in turn caused her dress to ride up and expose her abdomen to his own bare stomach. Her hand slid over his navel and reached around to his back under his shirt. The sensation of her smooth skin sent what felt like a bolt of lightning through his body, though somehow far different from any electro powers he’d used. Her face was only inches away from his. Lumine was so close to him that he couldn't breathe for fear of waking her. Yet, the anxiety he felt was invigorating. It was a new and foreign kind of excitement to him that he never even dreamed of experiencing. In fact, he'd never given any thought at all to this kind of intimacy with another person. Lumine. Her thoughts, her feelings, and her body; they were a whole new battlefield for him, one he wasn't sure if he could ever conquer, but that made the idea all the more exciting.

Tartaglia's breath finally escaped his lungs, involuntarily shaky and vocal. He moved his tongue around inside his mouth to get rid of the dryness that had taken hold. Luckily the cold had made it so he wasn't sweating from all of the new sensations he was experiencing. He was starting to feel lightheaded from all of the times he'd held his breath, but that in turn with their combined body heat had also started to make him finally feel sleepy. His breath steadied and Tartaglia was finally starting to relax. Lumine was definitely fast asleep, and it didn't look like she was going to wake up to any small movements he made. He decided that wrapping arms around each other wasn't anything weird and moved his arm to cradle her back.

He already knew that he liked her. Since the moment he'd met her he had wanted to be involved in her life, and fighting her had brought him exhilaration he could have only dreamed of. Now he felt that they could have something even more. Lumine was in his home, in his bed with him, the rest of his family sleeping soundly within the house. She didn't belong and yet she fit in so well. He didn't want to let her go. If they could lie there and hold each other forever he might even have been happy with just that. The tiredness was finally beginning to take over. He was as relaxed as he had ever been in her embrace.

Tartaglia shifted to grace Lumine's forehead with a long and chaste kiss, holding her body against his own. He rested his forehead against hers, and finally he was able to let sleep take him.

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resident-fungi-fren · 4 years

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Chapter Summary: Janus learns how his absence affected the sides, and Logan likes flowers.

Ships: kinda hints at loceit and past intruceit.

Warnings: illness, breakdowns, flashbacks, (kinda) repression, its based off of dwit and pof, so keep that in mind...

Chapter 3

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“Pardon me Logan, but may I have a word?”

Logan was in his room, reading a book about amphibians. Janus had come in, and was waiting in the doorway.

“Sure, what do you need?”

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

“Go ahead, you may ask me.”

“I’m Thomas’s desire, and I know when he has a big desire, and recently he’s given up on one. It was a really big one too, something he wouldn’t easily give up on. What happened?”

He knew, of course, how the callback originally went. But he played a major role in the courtroom. How had his absence changed things?

“It’s a complicated issue Dee, one I’m not sure I can explain properly. It would be best if I showed you. Would you be adverse to a trip down the memory archives?”

Dee hadn’t ever gotten to go down the archives before, atleast, not with full access. He could steal snippets here and there, but full memories? He was curious now, what he would find.

“That sounds excellent Logan, would you be alright leaving now?”

The logical side rose from his seat, straightened his tie, and moved out the door past Janus, the side in question following quickly behind.

“After you’ve learned the way, you should have full access to the memories, since you’re a ‘light side’ as Roman puts it. Ah, here we are.” Logan had stopped in front of a door, labeled “MEMORY LANE.”

The hallway, or lane, was long and filled with seemingly endless rows of shelves, much like inside out. Instead of glowing spheres though, each memory was a flower. It was a haven of petals and sunshine, and Logan walked through the rows, carefully tending to each plant like a devoted gardener.

“It’s one of my roles to attend to the memories, and I will admit, I find it quite relaxing to tend to the plants. They need close care to stay in good condition. Weeding the plants helps to keep the memories accurate, and it prevents cognitive distortions. Watering them keeps them fresh, and makes it easier for Thomas to retrieve memories. The sunshine simply keeps them bright, and helps Thomas remember the details.”

“He really has a subconscious thing for flowers, huh?” The comment slipped out before Janus could think about it, and he quickly regretted it. Logan had turned back to face Janus, and his expression was openly curious, and Janus knew he wouldn’t be getting out of this one.

“What do you mean? Have you seen some other flower-based phenomena within Thomas’s psyche? To my knowledge, it was only the memories.”

Janus sighed, and praised whatever god was out there that he could still think on his feet. “If I tell you, would you promise not to tell the others?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “I will not disclose anything you share with me, unless it would be harmful to Thomas for it to remain secret.”

Well, he’d take what he could get. With another sigh, he rolled up the sleeve of his left wrist, exposing a few of his roses. In this light, he could now see what the dimness of his room hid, and the sunshine revealed the different hues of the roses. Some were a soft yellow, while others were tinted more orange. Even the reds had mixed shades, some being vibrant, while others were darker, a deep shade of crimson. There were even a few shades of coral and white in the mix. It was, for lack of a better word, beautiful.

Janus stared down at his arm, having pushed up his sleeve all the way to reveal the roses twining up his arm, entranced by blossoms. Logan too was staring, though his gaze was more calculating, and Janus realized he had to say something, before Logan took it upon himself to discover the meaning behind his markings.

“They’ve been there since I appeared, but they haven’t changed at all since then.” He felt the lie clog up his throat, and he turned away to cough up a couple petals into his hand, discarding them before Logan noticed. “I’m not sure what their purpose is though, I probably haven’t been around long enough.” There, that was close enough to the truth that it shouldn’t cost him a rose.

Logan seemed to accept that explanation, and with a reluctant promise to discuss the matter more later, he moved down the aisle, finally stopping at a row a little ways in.

This section was packed with flowers, too many for Janus to name. He saw roses and daffodils, holly and tansy. He recognized carnations, chrysanthemums, columbine, and hydrangeas. But even hidden among the hues of reds, purples, and yellows, he saw so many shapes and sizes of petals he wouldn’t know where to begin.

“This was a very emotionally charged event for Thomas, so there is more variety then you’d find in most memories. There is a total of 36 plants in this section, so I advise to get the gist of it, you look through the aloe, amaryllis, anemone, begonia, belladonna, black-eyed susan, carnations, columbine, crab blossom, hyacinth, hydrangea, hyssop, marigold, myrtle, roses, and tansy, to start. Simply sniff a blossom, and you’ll enter the memory, see it exactly how it happened.”

Well that wasn’t a lot to take in. But he still moved towards a flower, picking what he was pretty sure was a begonia, and took a deep whiff.

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Thomas burst in, yelling about his callback. Roman freaked out, and Patton was supportive, until he learned the date, nothing had changed there. This time though, “Foe-gan” didn’t appear, and there was no courtroom. Patton said it was wrong, and so Roman quietly gave up, pushing his dream behind him. Thomas never admitted he’d rather go to the callback, and that was that.

Until Remus came. Without Janus to rein him in, he’d gone off the deep end. It hurt to see him like that, and Janus felt the regret welling up inside him.

The darker twin was almost feral, tearing savagely into Thomas’s mind, bringing out everything Janus had worked to hide away, forcing Thomas to confront all his worst fears. It took all four of the light sides to rein him in, and they locked him in the subconscious, where he wouldn’t have nearly as much influence. Where he couldn’t hurt anyone but himself.

Thomas went to the wedding. That didn’t change. He came back though, and he snapped. All the stress, the anger he’d been repressing, Thomas had reached his boiling point.

Patton and Roman came in to defuse the situation, though that didn’t help much. Patton insisted that they had done the right thing, even if it didn’t feel right. Roman finally spoke up, saying that he wished they’d gone to the callback, and that maybe Patton wasn’t always right.

Logan came in then, saying that it was impossible for Patton to be correct 100% of the time, and that in this case, it was more likely then not that he’d made the wrong call. He pointed out how the callback had more to offer Thomas, and the huge decline his mental health had taken since choosing to go to the wedding. How even now, Thomas had gained no joy from the event.

Patton continued to insist that they’d done the right thing, that it had to be right, that it couldn’t have been a mistake because then he’d madeamistakeandhewaswronganditwasallwrongandwhatwasevenrightanymoreand-

Patton blew up, screaming and howling, holding his head as Lilypadton burst forth. Roman and Logan tried to calm him down, but Patton was gone, and he no longer knew what right and wrong were. He was being forced to re-examine everything he’d been taught, and this time Janus wasn’t there to help him through it.

Luckily someone else was. Virgil finally came in, and told Patton to breathe, to let Thomas breathe. The anxious was able to calm Morality down, and then explain that he was pushing Thomas too far, and that he needed to ease up. Thomas couldn’t keep going like this, giving every bit of himself to others, and Patton was finally able to see how he was hurting his host.

He apologized, and finally admitted that the wedding wasn’t the best choice, that maybe they should’ve gone to the callback, and explained the situation to Lee and Mary Lee.

Then it was Roman’s turn to be angry. Everything he had sacrificed was for nothing. His dream was about to come true, only for Patton to pull him back, and change his mind later? He was furious, that no one had listened before, that Patton hadn’t even given him a chance.

Janus heard Roman’s words echoing in his mind as the memory ended, harsh and broken. “You said you trusted me, I thought I meant more to you then that. Thomas, I thought I was your hero.”

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When Janus came too, he was holding an anemone, a flower he knew meant forsakenness. He wasn’t sure how to process what he’d learned, so instead he turned back to Logan, who’d been tending to the plants while Janus reminisced.

“What happened? After Roman left?” The logical side turned and faced Janus, placing his hands behind his back.

“Well, we made a plan to prioritize Thomas’s mental health in the future, and how to start putting him first. When we went to check on Roman, he said he needed some space, but after a few days he seemed to be back to his normal, extra, self. That was about two weeks before you appeared, so I supposed your existence is in response to Thomas deciding to start putting his desires first.”

Logan turned and gathered up his tools, before heading towards the exit. “I hope this was an enlightening experience for you Dee, now if you’ll excuse me, I have some more work to attend to in my room.” With that, he left, leaving Janus alone with the memories.

Knowing what he knew now, Janus had only one move in mind for the future. Whatever it took, he was going to find a way to see Remus again.

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so this chapter kinda had a funky format, sorry bout that, but it was late

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darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts · 5 years

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Struggles of a God

This is a piece commissioned by the very lovely @mineko811 Thank you for the opportunity to try something new, my dear.

Prompt: Angst, Kenshin, in the Sengoku during winter with sake. (after meeting Mai).

Warning: One Fluffle Lord attempting to deal with those familiar and unhelpful voices in his mind as he adjusts to a new relationship. **Spoiler type info referenced in this fic too.**

Masterlist

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Struggles of a God

If you had told Kenshin Uesugi that this day would come he would have struck you down where you stood. To think that he would once more be faced with the callus emotion called love. It was like an illness, creeping in and seeping into every pore of his being until finally, it took hold. Rooted somewhere inside him trapping him in its suffocating grasp.

He had been sitting statuesque in the castle garden now for hours. His hair and cloak were dusted in fine powdered snow from where the wind would pick up and carry the frozen flakes around him. He made no attempt to brush them off or to move. He simply watched as the snow spiralled and danced in the breeze. A frozen waltz in the air that seemed to be both beautiful and dangerous, something he could appreciate.

The quiet solitude of the garden used to bring him a fraction of what he could process as peace in his mind. Now however it seemed that everywhere he looked he was reminded of his beloved. The rock formations under the blanket of pure white snow where flowers and plants had once stood tall and proud. Removed and replaced during that time when his desire to overprotect was his one true driving force. Everything had changed after she had come to him. His once closed off world, all small and dark suddenly opened in a vast expanse before him. She did that. She shone her innocent, pure light on his barren cold little world. She pushed back the darkness that surrounded him and cleared the heaviness he had felt in his heart all these years. Shingen called her an Angel and he found himself agreeing in his own mind even as he chastised the other man for being a flirt.

It seemed for all the times that the claws of anxiety threatened to drag him back into that void she had somehow effortless found a way to brush those claws aside and bring him back. When she was by his side, he truly did feel invincible. He knew he was not a God. He was just a mortal man but for her, he could be as strong as any deity. The issues came when he was faced with leaving her to go away and perform his duties in the province. His mind was constantly drifting in a nervous flux with thoughts of her. What was she doing? Where was she? Was she alright? Who was she speaking too? That last question was one that constantly resurfaced driving him slowly mad.

Thoughts swirled in the shadows of his mind taking form as figures around her. Observing her as he wanted to. Touching her as he wanted too. Hearing her voice… her laughter. Being close enough to see the changes play out on her face as she went about her daily life. It sat cold and heavy in his chest as he also tried to remember their promises to each other. Promises like a spell that cast her warmth into that chilling mass melting it, relieving some of his tension until he could once more return to her side.

The latest council meeting had been a joke. He hated playing host to Oda’s vassals especially that smiling hopelessly happy one. It irritated him when he heard his voice, it made his hand twitch with a desire to feel the familiar weight of Himetsuru-Ichimonji that could put a swift end to everything in the blink of an eye. But what really made his blood boil in a rolling rage was that look. Those disgusting gem like violet eyes that softened more when they looked at her. Mai. It wasn’t just Mitsunari Ishida either there was that Silver tongued Kitsune and that one-eyed dragon too. She was their Princess but she was HIS Goddess of War.

They were all too familiar with her. Hugging, smiling, joking… for every exchange they had, he felt another dagger twisting in him. The only thing that stayed his hand was the knowledge that if he did kill them all Mai would be beside herself with grief and hate him. He once thought he could stand that. He could take her hate if he could be sure that she was safe but now he knew better.

He trusted Mai with all his heart, he completely and unconditionally believed her when she said she was his and that all she wanted was him. When she told him she was from the future he didn’t even question it. But that did not stop the voices murmuring in his mind telling him that just because he trusted her did not mean that he could trust the men gathered around her. He stayed as composed as possible during the meeting, drinking sake more heavily than usual as they discussed what was to be done in the now allied lands to improve the land for crops after the winter season had finally slipped into spring. All too aware that as with any alliance one false move would put you at a disadvantage. Mai was his but what if Oda called for her to return to him?

Mai had sat patiently next to him. Her small figure was the only source of warmth he felt in that room. She prepared tea for them all after a maid brought in the tray. She laughed and joked with the visiting pests. She would call them “brothers” but the way those men sometimes looked at her was anything other than brotherly. Kenshin knew that look, he was almost completely certain he was not imagining it. He wanted to gather her in his arms and take her far away from them. To put her in his room and not let anyone else see her lively, beautiful expressions. To not let anyone, hear her pretty voice let alone have them be graced with her melodic laughter. He knew he couldn’t do that. He had promised he would never lock her up like that again.

So, it was here in the garden that he sat. The thoughts in his mind continuing to torment him as he wished to be stronger. Wished to have the strength to stand by her side and not feel like this. How could he return to their room and face her like this? Kenshin knew that if he saw her face, he was liable to lose control and he never wanted to hurt or scare her.

Soft footfalls muffled by the snow covering the ground drew closer. He would have drawn his blade but he knew that familiar march and who it belonged to. It matched the beating of his heart, drawing it back into a calming rhythm. A large carafe of sake was placed next to him silently on the stone seating. The anticipation that grew from that single presence and simple gesture made the air tense around them. This was not how it was supposed to be. There was not supposed to be an atmosphere like this between them.

“Are you not joining me?” Kenshin asked without turning.

“I thought you wished to be alone.” Mai responded but still made no move to leave. She was worried, he had vanished almost as soon as the council was over and she had noticed him sitting alone in the garden from the castle as she was returning to their room in search of him. He looked smaller than usual. She did have an idea that it was the old familiar problems again.

“I do. I wish to be alone… with you.” Kenshin’s words were as crisp as the frost covered snow around him. And still, he did not turn to look at her.

“Kenshin…”

“The thought of losing you scares me. It scares me far more than going into battle ever did.” There was something fragile in his tone. A delicate and dangerous as glass that was about to shatter. It made Mai’s chest tighten as she realised, she was right, a victory that she did not in any way wish to celebrate.

“I wish you would talk to me when you are like this.”

“I am talking.”

“I meant before it gets to this point.” Mai’s soft voice reached his ears as she sighed and continued to speak her mind. “As uncertain and terrible as you are feeling right now, I don’t think you realise how seeing you like this makes me feel. How your pain echoes inside me and how helpless that makes me feel to know I can do nothing to make you feel better. You are not alone Kenshin.”

“Mai. You do. Your very existence helps me.” He offered up his words as he turned to her in the hope that he could make her feel better. She was right, he had come out here ignoring the ramifications of his actions knowing that she was by far the kindest and most caring person he had ever met and not once thought that she might be worried about him. Why was he like this? What had him falling back into old ways?

“Does it? Kenshin you are still not talking to me when you are obviously feeling upset. I thought we promised to talk and share that with each other.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry my love. I’m a weak man.” She was right. They had promised and yet he still felt like he had to be the one to shoulder most of the concerns. Especially when it came to the voices in his head.

“Kenshin you aren’t. You are one of the strongest men I know.” Her honest declaration hit him like a slap in the face. He was being a fool.

“No, you don’t understand. I am weak. I am weak because whenever I think of you I feel so totally helpless. I am always thinking of you Mai. I love you.”

“I know… it is the same for me.” Mai gave him a reassuring smile as silence washed over them. Kenshin found himself captivated by her once more. The purity of her surrounded in the virgin white landscape of the castle grounds. She really did look like an angel.

“You are not drinking?” Kenshin looked at the carafe she had brought out. It was easily large enough for both of them to enjoy.

“Oh… I didn’t bring a cup.”

“I didn’t ask about a cup.” Kenshin’s two beautiful mismatched eyes snapped back to her own causing her heart to jump in her chest. Something was different again. He had seemed so small and lonely and now… he looked like a man with a plan. The smile that pulled the edges of his lips was a signal that sent a thrilling jolt up her spine.

“Wha- EK!” Mai cried out as Kenshin swiftly wrapped his hand around her waist and placed her firmly on his lap locked in his arms. *giggle* “Kenshin what do you think you are doing? People will see.” She playfully wriggled in place but it was a futile effort as neither of them wished to move.

“Impossible, I forbade them from looking at us when we are together remember? Now be a good girl and drink up.”

“I know but… Mhm!” Her words were cut short as his warm lips found hers. Her eyes widened for the briefest of moments before she accepted his kiss and the mouthful of sake she had no idea he had even taken before latching on to her lips.

He knew this was childish. He knew it was a feeble attempt to hide his own insecurities from the one person who had always seen right through them from the moment they met. And still, he couldn’t control himself. He continued to drink and share the sake mouth to mouth with Mai. Enjoying the subtle changes that took place in its flavour as it mingled with both her presence and familiar taste.

After some time, they returned to their room. Both feeling lighter for their conversation in the garden and hopelessly content tangled up in each other’s arms in the futon. As Kenshin slowly stroked his fingers through Mai’s hair he focused on her soft breathing. How her breath trickled out and moved over his skin. The warmth of her body and how her smell calmed every fibre of his mind and body. She was alive. She was here and she was his. His love, his life and his very own Goddess of War.

“Sleep well, my love.” He pressed his lips gently to her forehead so as not to wake her. Relishing the little sigh that escaped her lips as he did so. “I will always protect you. But I will kill anyone that looks at you the way I do.”

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insanely-creative-things · 5 years

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Big Hero 7:The Series

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Big Hero 7 S2

Nega-Globby

*The San Fransokyo day is passing by normally as Globby swings through the city. He was once a petty purse thief named Dibs when by chance he inadvertently stole Honey Lemon's Chem purse and crushed it. With all of the ooze combined to Globby he had transformed to the gelatinous creature he is today. But after some encounters with Big Hero 7 and learning of Obake's true intentions, he quickly paired up with Hiro Hamada to save his girlfriend and ultimately, save San Fransokyo as a whole. Time passed and he had to admit, it was a rather strange time. First with all the darkbots appearing in San Fransokyo, Obake/Kage receiving his surgery, and now he's deemed safe for the public. And the first thing Globby is gonna do is get a job. He finally lands in front of the workplace he hopes to join, Noodle Burger(A part of him missed the little burger bot).*

Globby: OK... you can do this...

*But when Globby tried to cross the street he got hit by a bus. After he recovered and traveled back to Noodle Burger he got up to the front desk to meet the assistant manager.*

Globby: So sorry I'm late!

A.M: Oh um... did you bring your resume? Mr...uh..Globby?

*the globs and somewhat chicken scratch handwriting made it a little difficult to read properly.*

Globby: Please, Mr. Globby is my father... or it would be if my dad went through a freaky mutation...

A.M: So.. just globby.

Globby: Yup.

A.M: Your resume?

Globby: Here ya go. But I'm not sure about the formatting...

*globby brings out his resume and hands it to the assistant manager.. though due to his globbiness it made it rather difficult to actually give the paper.*

A.M: Sorry but... its a little... stuck. Maybe you could just tell me about your work experience?

Globby: Well I can do this!

*And so Globby morphs himself into a dinosaur, crashing through the roof before reverting back to his normal size.*

A.M: That is something...

Globby: Something awesome?

A.M: Something not that useful for making Noodle fries... Thanks for coming Globby, we'll let you know... OK?

Globby: Oh come on... please give me a chance! I need a job, I just want to be a regular guy-

*But while he was talking to the Assistant manager he slips on the wet floor and causes some property damage to the restaurant. While it was not as destructive as Noodle Burger Boy's was... it was still enough for the Assistant manager to not consider him a future worker.*

Globby: Darn it!

*Hiro and Cora had just finished up updating the chem bazooka he made for Honey Lemon back when Orso Knox escaped from Sycorax.*

Honey Lemon: Thanks for updating my new purse! And it looks so cute!

Hiro: This is still a prototytpe.

Cora: And cause of that rather creative bunny armor I thought... why not?

Hiro: Come on, test it. Push that button.

*Honey Lemon pushes the bunny button the side where the cuter purse transformed into a bazooka.*

Cora: Increased range and accuracy. Plus double emphasis on echo-location.

Honey Lemon: Sweet!

*But when Honey Lemon tested it out it started firing all over the place, releasing a mixture of ice and crystals to the floor outside. Just now Globby is passing by.*

Globby: My sixth interview this week-AH!

*And so he slips on the ice and lands on the crystals, leading to a loud and painful crash.*

Globby: Darn it!

Honey Lemon: Globby!

*Honey Lemon hands back the new chem bazooka to Hiro.*

Cora: Note to self, add fail safe should Bazooka go on a chem ball firing spree.

Hiro: Not to mention the slight problem with the accuracy.

Honey Lemon: Sorry Globby.

Globby: Nobody wants to hire a monster! You'd think Monster Pizza would be open minded but no!

Honey Lemon: You're not a monster-monster Globby, you're a good person.

Globby: That's just it, being a monster was easy! But being a regular guy and a monster is imposible. At least back when I worked with Obake I knew what to do-

*That's when he sees Cora, who's blinking at him and looking a little uncomfortable.*

Globby: Oh no I said the O-Word! Listen Kiddo I didn't mean to say Obake- Darn it I did it again! Oh...

*Baymax waddles over to comfort the poor sap.*

Baymax: Would you like a hug?

Globby: Uh huh!

*Globby immediately hugs Baymax while Cora nods to him, showing she accepts his apology.*

Baymax: There there.

Honey Lemon: I'm so sorry Globby, this is all my fault. It was my chem purse that did this to you.

Hiro:*Scooting his chair over to Honey Lemon* Which he did steal from you.

Honey Lemon: But if I had been more careful-

Globby: No, Hiro's right. I did this to myself; I'm a mess.

Hiro: Come on Globby, how about I talk to Aunt Cass? I'm sure she could totally use help around the café-

*Globby immediately hugs Hiro.*

Globby: Oh you're the best!

*But when Globby lets go of Hiro he sees his globs stick to his person.*

Globby: You know that comes out real easy with clean soda.

*That's when Globby turns to Cora and walks over.*

Globby: I really do mean it Cora, I shouldn't had said that word considering... what happened.. and what he actually-

Cora: Its fine Globby! As far as everyone knows, Obake's gone. Now, he's just Kage… my uncle..

Globby: Kage… I'm still not used to the fact that's his real name to be honest. Then again its either that or Bob... Kage rolls off the tongue better.

*This is when Honey Lemon remembers something a long time ago. She pulls over Cora to the side where she whispers to the blue haired girl's ear.*

Honey Lemon: Cora... could I talk to your grandmother about something?

*A little later where Kaguya, Honey Lemon, and Cora are at Gogo's apartment.*

Kaguya: You want...to see if my healing medicine could cure Globby?

Honey Lemon: I know its a big risk, but Globby has been through a lot and he just wants to be normal again.

Cora: Besides, from what I heard Globby was someone you knew with Felony Carl.

Kaguya: I whacked him with my cane when he attempted to grab my wallet. Then I took him out for tea.

Honey Lemon: Ms. Kaguya, I swear that I only want to give Globby the medicine. I'll say that its something I made!

*Kaguya ponders on the idea, thinking over Honey Lemon's words and Globby's situation. Finally she sighs.*

Kaguya; Alright... but there are certain conditions Honey Lemon.

Honey Lemon: Yes! I'll accept them.

Kaguya: You are to tell them, if Globby has been cured, that you subtracted the cells in his body of its nutrients to slow down the regeneration process. That would be Biology 101 that they would certainly eat up.

Honey Lemon: Of course.

Kaguya: I will head back home and brew the tea. Cora will come pick you up when its ready, then bring Globby over.

Honey Lemon: Yes! Thank you so much Ms. Kaguya!

*Honey Lemon skips merrily at the news as Kaguya sighs at her enthusiasm. Cora looks at her grandmother with concerned eyes.*

Cora: Whats wrong Grandmama?

Kaguya:... Cora, you know that it can heal all wounds and illnesses?

Cora: Yeah... you even said that the medicine even saved Papa from the brink of death.

Kaguya: I neglected to tell there were certain...side effects.

Cora: What kind? Would it hurt Globby ?

Kaguya: So far the only side effects we're increased fertility and heightening the immune system... but since Globby has been this way for so long... *Sighs* No matter. I have a healing medicine to make and you are to pick Honey Lemon up.

Cora: Grandmama?... why didn't you give Kage the medicine after he came here?

Kaguya: I still hold doubt over his reformation and its sincerity. He was also the one who had ordered your father to steal my potion and kill your mother and I. Until he makes a selfless act of pure love for you and your father, this medicine will never be something he'll taste... Cora... you know I saw you copy notes from the herbal medicine book.

Cora: Oh! you did?

Kaguya: I think its best...

*Cora looks down, mentally preparing for her ban on the book.*

Kaguya: That whatever discovery or interesting combination you find is best recorded in the book.

Cora: *looks up with surprise.* You mean-

Kaguya: the book is now yours Cora. You've shown how responsible you are over the years that passed, especially with your time as Aqua Girl. I know that the book is best kept in your hands.

Cora: Thank you Grandmama. For trusting me.

*They arrive at Home where soon Kaguya sets to work, behind Closed doors. Cora could only imagine what sorts of ingerients could have been inside that could perform such miracles. Even though Cora isn't ready to learn its recipe... at least she's ready to keep and guard the herbal medicine book that belonged to Kaguya, then her mother...and now hers. She flips over the pages until she found a blank page to start.*

Cora: OK now... this is the start of something new.*Looks at the small shrine and smiles* I promise, I'm gonna make you proud.

*Just then Kaguya comes out and brings a thermostat.*

Kaguya: finished….also... isn't it almost time for class?

Cora: Oh my god! I lost track of time!

*Cora quickly gets up, quickly reviewing her back to see all her assignments and necessities are there before heading to the kitchen. She pours a thermostat of similar build to the one Kaguya is holding as she places it next to it on the table. She grabs a piece of toast and heads over to Kaguya.*

Cora: OK Grandmama! I'm gonna head over to school now! Once classes are over I'll go to Honey Lemon and tell her the medicine is ready! Love you Grandmama!

*Cora grabs the nearest thermostat and runs out the door, picking up pace until she sees the building with only five minutes left to spare. She sighs before she spots that the thermostat wasn't screwed tightly as it was leaking a little.*

Cora: Whoops! Gotta fix that! *screws the top tightly* I hope nobody slips from the green tea.

*As she walks over to her classroom, she had failed to see that a drop landed on a wilting flower, to which receiving its nutrients blooms back to its youthful, colorful self. The speck of rose gold liquid is definitely not the green tea she had taken.*

*Later on at SFIT, Grandville is at her office when Honey Lemon comes through the door, carefully closing it behind her before she excitedly tells Grandville the news.*

Honey Lemon: We're gonna turn Globby back to being Dibs!

Grandville:*Blinking before she regains her composure* Honey Lemon...while that is good news... you hadn't explained how you will help him.

*Just then Liv Amara is passing through the halls to visit Grandville when she heard muffles. She leaned her head to hear what is exactly going on.*

Grandville:...The medicine for Globby can be proven fascinating...

Honey Lemon:... Cora's Grandmother agreed to help...

Grandville:... Just be sure to never share the medicine..

Honey Lemon: ...Cora will pick me up and deliver it to Globby...

*When she hears footsteps she quickly backs out as Honey Lemon walks happily to the robotics lab.*

Liv: Globby...medicine...Cora and her grandmother?... what ever this is. its going to be very interesting...

*She knocks on the door then opens it.*

Liv: Hi Grace! How are you?

*Grandville looks up to see Liv Amara, smiling at her. Before she would have smiled back and greeted her with open arms... but with the recent discoveries about Liv Amara made apparent her admiration soured... but when she learned what happened with Orso Knox, and what her students had learned: All respect for her had been spoiled. *

Liv: Is... something wrong Grace?

Grandville: Oh, nothing is wrong *Forced smile* I had a discussion with one of my students is all.

Liv: May I ask what is it about?

Grandville: I'm afraid I cannot tell you. Whatever goes on with my students and myself is private unless they choose to reveal such information.

Liv: Is that so?

Grandville: Exactly. Now, what are you doing here? I heard you still have repearations to finish considering Knox's rampage on Sycorax.

Liv: I know and its been tiresome and heartbreaking. All of that hard work destroyed in a single day... my intern Karmi was devastated when her project was lost.

Grandville: I know... her work would have flourished had it not been for Orso Knox's rampage... Its sad to see that despite all of your 'efforts' to cure him, he could not be saved...

Liv: I've also come to check on Cora's well being considering the attack. She must've felt so scared. I'm... glad Big Hero 7 saved her life... and its unfortunate that they had to... you know.

Grandville: Of course, there was nothing that could help him. But while it is touching that you still hold concern for Cora, she is not your intern anymore, so I don't see any reason why would you still see her.

Liv: Can't a girl be concerned for the well being of others? How about I ask Karmi to talk to her?

Grandville: That would be wise.

*At the Café, Hiro had just given Aunt Cass an introduction to Globby, who is sheepishly waiting outside.*

Cass: How do you know him again?

Hiro: From uh...SFIT?

Cass: What happened to his... everything?

Baymax: He stole-

Hiro: Stole the spotlight when he did this next level experiment but there was a accident... A horrible accident...

Cass: The poor guy...

Hiro: Exactly! That's why I thought you'd give him a job.

Cass:Hmmm Hiro, I don't know.. Has he ever worked in a café before?

Baymax: Globby was a pur-

Hiro: Personal guy and a fast learner!

*To show his potential he squirted out whip cream from his fingers to a couple's coffee cup.*

Globby: Foam?

Cass: Oh, that's sweet... also kind of disturbing but... OK. I'll give him a chance.

Globby: *Hugging Aunt Cass tightly* Oh thank you!

Cass: Oh um, your welcome.

*As Globby sets for work he leaves a trail of glob on Cass. Which she didn't find... appealing.*

Hiro: You won't regret this Aunt Cass!... I hope...

Cass: He has to wear a cloth, OK?

* At the robotics lab, Honey Lemon is checking over a piece of Glob from Globby. But it was merely for curiosity sake. Just then Cora joins up.*

Cora: Hiya Honey Lemon!

Honey Lemon: Cora! How are you? Did your grandmother finish the medicine?

Cora: Yup, but considering you're a little busy I could just wait for you.

Honey Lemon: OK, just give me a few more minutes. *Notices the thermos and the book* Is that the herbal medicine book?

Cora: Yup. Grandmama said that its officially mine.

Honey Lemon: Congrats!

Cora: I'm gonna go get some lunch, also help yourself to the thermos, its green tea.

Honey Lemon: Thank you.

*Tired of carrying around her backpack and Thermos she places it carefully next to Honey Lemon's work before heading off to the dining hall. Just then Honey Lemon sees Karmi… and she looked like she had seen better days. From the attack she had received a heavily bruised arm, a strained wrist and a limping leg. The blow from Orso Knox from his escape while taking Cora definitely left its mark.*

Honey Lemon: Hi Karmi? How you feeling?

Karmi: Oh I don't know... aside from being slammed to a wall by a mutated Orso Knox, receiving these injuries, having all of your work and lab destroyed, loosing my research and Sycorax getting a blowback for incompetence, I. Feel. Just. Peachy!

*Honey Lemon winced at Karmi's venomous tongue. Of course she would be bitter about the incident. She understood Orso Knox's hatred for Sycorax… but he didn't have to destroy all of their work... a few of them were innocent.. she hoped.*

Honey Lemon: *Changing the subject* So uh... whatcha here for?

Karmi: I'm looking for Cora.

Honey Lemon: You came to see how she's doing? Glad to know you really care about her!

Karmi: I don't care about her! I'm only checking on her cause Liv Amara asked me to. Honestly its her fault for this mess.

Honey Lemon: Her fault?

Karmi: If she hadn't gone to the lowest level and got that monster out, none of my work would have been destroyed nor my lab!

Honey Lemon: But... weren't you the one who was giving Cora the tour? They did say you hadn't even seen her anywhere before last minute.

Karmi: Ugh...

*That is when she sees three things... a piece of glob, a thermos, and a large leather bound book. She chooses to focus on the glob*

Karmi: Whats that you got there?

Honey Lemon: Its a piece if Globby. I'm studying it over to see whatever use I could find.

Karmi: You know, if you starve the cell of its nutrients it would slow down the regeneration process. That way the monster would be vulnerable.

Honey Lemon: Globby is not a monster. He helped Big Hero 7 save the city.

Karmi: Hmmp.*Looks at the two items.* What's that book over there? and the thermos?

Honey Lemon: Its Cora's book and thermos. Its has green tea if you like, it should help calm the nerves.

*Karmi opens the thermos and drinks it doing the birdie, closing her eyes. That's when Honey Lemon sees the liquid does not have the green color associated with green tea... which means its-*

Honey Lemon: Stop!

*Karmi immediately stops drinking it and closes the tap.*

Karmi: what?!

Honey Lemon: Uhhh…..Stop! Hammer time!

*Karmi blinks before she puts away the thermos.*

Karmi: You're super weird.

*Honey Lemon quickly puts away the thermos and smiles awkwardly. That's when Karmi heads over the book and opens it, settling to the medicine and herbs. She looks closer as she read what is possibly a very interesting concoction.*

Karmi: This is interesting...

Cora: What are you doing?!

*Karmi looks up to see Cora, holding a half eaten sandwich before placing it down and walking over.*

Cora: Why are you looking at my book?!

Karmi: Your book? I don't see your name on it!

Cora: *Flips to the very first page where her mother's name is now joined with her's.*

Cora: This book is very to special to me! It was grandmother and Mother's book! And I don't recall giving you permission to look at it!

Karmi: Yeesh! Possessive much?

Cora: An angel French fish has to be if a predator comes over.

Honey Lemon: *Goes between them to prevent a war* OK! Cora, Karmi actually came over to see if you are doing alright! Considering the... incident.

Karmi: Liv Amara wanted to see you in person, but she sent ME to wish you well. Her favorite intern.

Cora: Her only intern, cause I gave it up. Now, if you'll excuse, Honey Lemon and I are going to the lucky cat café. Also, tell Liv Amara that I appreciate her message... but screw her gently with a chainsaw.

*Karmi stares at her with shock as Cora walks over and packs her things with Honey Lemon, leaving her behind.*

Karmi: What right do you have to say about Liv Amara like that fish breath?!

Cora: Since I left Sycorax after being kidnapped by a monster you guys supposedly found a cure for two months ago you bipedal parasite!

*Karmi growled as she stomps her way out. Cora sighs angrily before she looks at Honey Lemon.*

Cora: Please excuse me... I need to scream into something... there it is.

*Soon Cora is screaming into a large bowl of water before resurfacing back, her blue hair damp as she takes deep breaths.*

Cora: OK! I feel better now. Wanna pick up Globby and see how he's doing at the lucky Cat?

Honey Lemon: OK! Glad to know you got your emotions out.

*But there were two things happening now after they left SFIT: One was in Chris, Liv Amara's assistant, snuck over to Honey Lemon's desk and swiftly and efficiently took a sample of the glob. Once that was done he swiftly leaves. The second was when Liv Amara is waiting for Chris when she sees Karmi.*

Liv: Hello Karmi! did Cora get my message? Is she doing OK?

Karmi: Ungrateful. She said Screw you gently with a chainsaw, can you believe that?

*Liv Amara blinks at Karmi's response about Cora's own. It seems earning her trust was gonna be harder then she thought. That is when she noticed something about Karmi that made her pause... The last she saw Karmi she had a limp, a bruised arm, and a strained wrist... but now she was walking around like she never received such injuries... and she didn't even notice.*

Karmi: What?

Liv: Its nothing. And I suppose I can't blame her. I'd probably be pissed too if I were kidnapped by a monster on my first day of work.

*at the Lucky Cat Café, for Globby it was going fine... for others not so much... He was efficient at his job and a fast learner... but the problem was... his globs got in everyone's business.*

Customer: Ma'am*To Cass* I ordered a green tea! This is purple and sticky?...and gelatinous?

Cass: *Sighs* I'm so sorry.. I'll make you a new cup right away!

Globby: Coming right up a yummy muffin and don't forget your frostecinno! Thank you! Come again!

*the one who ordered it did not appreciate her food being covered in globs.*

Globby: Let me get that door for you!

*Globby swings his arm to open the door which so happens to be opened by Honey Lemon and Cora.*

Honey Lemon: Globby we have good news!-

*And so Globby's hand ended up pulling Honey Lemon and Cora close to Globby. which leads to someone throwing a plate of eggs and bacon to Cass' face.*

Cora: Sorry Aunt Cass!

Honey Lemon: Oh no are you OK?

Globby: Sorry!

Cass:...*Wipes the eggs and bacon off her face* So he's going with you now right?

Cora: Yup!

*Soon afterwards the three head back to Cora's house where Globby sees Kaguya again.*

Globby: Hey Kaguya! You doing good?

*But Kaguya runs to Cora and checks her over before grabbing the thermos.*

Kaguya: Cora! Oh thank goodness you're here! You had inadvertently grabbed the wrong thermos. *Hands the other thermos* This is your green tea.

*This causes Cora to widen her eyes before looking at Honey Lemon.*

Cora: Nobody else drank from the thermos while I was gone... right?

Honey Lemon: Ummm...ya see-

Globby: Whats the thing that Cora switched?

Kaguya: Globby, it is potentially your cure to being human again.

Globby: A cure? Really?

*Kaguya hands over the medicine to Globby, who looks inside to see the beautiful glow of Rose gold liquid. He looks over to the three ladies, waiting for him to drink it.*

Globby: OK...through the lips and over the gums...look out bottomless pit I call a stomach.. this will come!

*And so he chugs the remainder of the liquid down before its empty of its contents.*

Globby: Hmm...

Honey Lemon: Well?

Globby: It was hard swallowing down cause it packs a punch, but the aftertaste is fantastic-!*Gasp!*

*Globby starts breathing heavily before there was this glow of gold wrapping around his globby body, slowly melting away one by one. Honey Lemon looks at the radar to see that his body mass and temperature is rapidly changing. Finally, when the glow died down, they see in place of Globby the tall, lanky man from so long ago. He looks down to see his hands for the first time in forever, feeling his heart beat again and the metallic headband now removeable.*

Dibs:...I can't believe it! It worked!

*But instead of smiling faces he sees the blushing face of Honey Lemon who is covering her eyes, Kaguya having an 'excuse me'? look on her face while she covers Cora's eyes. He looks down to see that while he has successfully regained his human form...*

Dibs: *Blushing immensely while covering himself* Does anyone have pants?

*After getting suitable clothing for Dibs Cora and Honey Lemon invited everyone over to meet Dibs*

Wasabi: Welcome back to being human Dibs.

Fred: Yeah!

*Dibs goes to a mirror and sees his face again.*

Dibs: Wow! I almost forgot how good I looked!

*But while he was checking himself out, Kage walks down the stairs with his Baymax behind him, yawning as he had just woken from a nap.*

Kage: Kaguya, do you know where is the green tea?-

*That is when he sees everyone from Big Hero 7 is there. Now, he was fine meeting with just Hiro and Cora... but meeting the rest all at once?...*

Baymax 1: Kage, your heart beat is quickening at an alarming pace-

Dibs: No way!

*Dibs pulls himself from admiring his reflection as he stares into Kage's eyes, like he is seeing a ghost.*

Dibs: Boss?... is that you?

Kage: Do I know you?...

Dibs: Its me! Globby! I was your favorite henchmen! But wow! Looks like we both changed! Hey, how about we grab something from Joe's diner and-

Kage: No thank you! In fact I don't want any of you here!

*Kage immediately walks back upstairs, his face displaying discomfort and guilt.*

Kage: If I see you again Globby I will not hesitate to yank your headband off your brain and shove it to your skull!

*The door slam is a very good indicator that he did not want any company for now.*

Dibs: Hehe... Too sudden?

*As of while, Liv Amara and Chris are at her private lab at the lowest floor, seeing out the glob Chris stole from Honey Lemon's desk.*

Chris: Cell regeneration?

Liv: Yes. If I can figure it out, this could lead a breakthrough.

Chris: You mean for-

Liv: What else? Now lets see if I can amplify the tissue with the regernable abilities.

*When she added the altered goop to the sample, it had turned purple and consumed all in the desk, leaving nothing but a bare desk.*

Liv: Interesting...

*She places the dark blobs in a much larger jar to study. After adding in more of the serum it grows larger and breaks through the glass. *

Liv: Pretty neat right? Put it into a containment cell...now get it something to eat.

Chris: You know… I don't get why you still want Cora mizichio as your marine bio intern. There's plenty of other marine bio students that would love to be in her place.

Liv: Its because she has something I want. Who knows what secrets her book holds?

*Later on in Joe's dinner, Dibs is with Felony Carl and Kaguya having coffee and pancakes.*

Felony Carl: Hey, you got knees. Enjoying it?

Dibs: Oh loving it. All my joints are wonderful, I mean elbows. Come on its pretty great!

Felony Carl: Uh huh, and hey, how about teeth?

Dibs: Oh yeah teeth. A lot of fun!

Felony Carl: I don't mean to overstep my boundaries but your enthusiasm seems forced. Its so fake even Kaguya sees through it.

*Kaguya sips her tea while she nods.*

Dibs:...You two have X-Ray eyes felony carl. You two see through my knees, elbows and teeth all the way to my soul.

Felony Carl: Humans have regular eyes.

Kaguya: So what is truly troubling you Dibs?

Dibs: Being fully human again is kind of... boring. No offense.

Felony Carl: Hey, you're in a safe space.

Dibs: I mean my life as a mutated freak was often gross, painful, embarrassing... but exciting!

*Dibs walks over to Felony Carl's side to show his phone which shown a couple picture Kaguya never thought she would see. Pictures of Globby taking a selfie with Kage, back when he was Obake, Trina, Noodle Burger Boy, and Momakase.*

Dibs: I was a valued member of a team of super villains! But then I turned good and joined the heroes! And I helped them save San Fransokyo and everyone in it!... I was special.

Felony Carl: No no no. You are special.

Dibs: Aw, thanks carl.

Felony Carl: You're welcome. Now be a champ and pick up the check. I gotta go pay a guy about a thing. The guy is my dad and the thing is his birthday.

Kaguya: I wish your father a happy birthday Felony Carl.

Felony Carl: thanks Kaguya. He'll appreciate it.

*After Felony Carl leaves Dibs turned to Kaguya who is still looking at the photos, especially of the time he was a super villain.*

Dibs: You can ask me anything you want to know back in the day ya know? Certain items I stole, how I figured out how to make ice cream-

Kaguya: What was it truly like working with them?

*Kaguya points to the photo of Obake, Momakase, Trina, N.B.B, and himself. dibs sighs before he sits back down.*

Dibs: Ya see... It was fine at first! Obake was this cool and suave villain that I looked up to, even his voice was sexy... But over time.. he was really... harsh. He and Momakase hated each other, and he would slap her silly If she tried to do anything against him. Trina and Noodle Burger Boy look up to him as Dad...though he was super neglectful and only rarely gives hugs. But on his worst days...

Kaguya: What worst days?

Dibs:... He seems to be like a violent beast underneath his calm self. For someone lanky like me you would've thought he'd be weak in the brawns department but... to be honest I was growing scared. And when I overheard what he was gonna do to San Fransokyo and your granddaughter I just... *Sighs* It really was awkward seeing him again... now he just looks so lost and broken... if trina and Noodle Burger boy find out he's alive and that he gave up his evil side, who knows how they will react.

Kaguya: Hmmm... I'm happy you shared this with me dibs. Tell me this; when you joined Big Hero 7 to save San Fransokyo as Globby, how did you feel?

Globby: Just like I said earlier, important... wanted.. and loved. Do you know the answer?

Kaguya: I could tell you, but its the solving the puzzle that's the journey. Now, how about we split the check?

Dibs: Thanks Kaguya, you're the best.

*At Sycorax's lab, Christ is delivering a meal to the mutated monster Liv Amara has made.*

Chris: Who's excited for an artisanal Cheese Brulee?

*Once the cell opens the glob eats Chris and scurries off. Then it goes the pair of eye balls and eats them too... gaining eyes in the process. Liv Amara notices the breach as Chris somehow manages to escape the Glob's form.*

Chris: We have a problem... it escaped.

Liv: So I see...

*She shuts off the security system.*

Chris: But don't we need it for-

Liv: Dead end, its too unstable. And as far as everyone knows, it came out of nowhere. Its the city's problem now.

*At SFIT in the evening, the Gang are enjoying their food when Grandville walks over to them.*

Grandville: Hello Honey Lemon, and students. How did that 'special project' go?

Honey Lemon: It was a complete success! Globby, or should I say, Dibs is cured!

Grandville: It still seems miraculous that such a concoction would cure him. It truly is a miracle potion.

Cora: Yeah, now he can enjoy his life as a normal man!

Grandville: There has been something I noticed however... Karmi had received a strained wrist, a limping leg and a heavily bruised arm during Knox's attack on Sycorax. From what the doctors said she would fully recover within a month or so.

Wasabi: OK... and?

Grandville: Just yesterday it seems like she was completely cured. all of her injuries was gone.

Hiro: That is super weird. How could she heal that fast?

Cora: Yeah, its not like she drank the medicine right?

Honey Lemon:*Looking very uncomfortable* Ummm...

Gogo: Honey... what happened?

Honey Lemon: Well... the funny thing is...I offered her the thermos and she kind of sort of maybe drank a little bit?

Cora: YOU WHAT?!

*The shout echoed across the dining hall, making everyone stare at the blue haired girl. She sinks down in her seat as Hiro looks at Honey Lemon.*

Hiro: *whisper shouts* Karmi drank the medicine?!

Honey Lemon: I didn't notice it till it was too late! But luckily so far Karmi hadn't told anyone about her healing right?

*Just then Gogo's phone beeps with news.*

Gogo: We have a situation right now!

*Looking into the phone they see a dark colored figure of Globby with a menacing eye stomping through the city. The team fly through the city where they confront the new monster. There was no doubt that despite being different colors, it held a resemblance to one other former glob monster.*

Honey Lemon: This is impossible!

Cora: Hit the deck!

*The other monster throws a mailbox to the team before they all dodge.*

Wasabi: Is it just me or is Globby a lot meaner?

Hiro: And bigger?

Cora: And a different color?

Fred: Whatever was in that potion definitely funked him up. He's full phase two.

Cora: Grandmama did tell me there were going to be side effects, but I never thought it would be this serious!

Hiro: It wasn't your fault, neither of your fault. It could be that the cells were too unstable.

Gogo: Whatever, he's going down!

Honey Lemon: Wait! He's our friend! Just let me talk to him please!

*Honey Lemon goes over to the other monster while Cora quickly contacts her grandmother and tells her about the sitation.*

Kaguya: What are you talking about? Dibs is with me walking home right now!

*Cora stopped functioning for a moment, trying to process what see meant as Honey Lemon gets close to the other monster.*

Honey Lemon: Dibs listen to me! I know I failed you the first time, but whatever happened I know I can fix it! You don't have to do this! Listen to me Dibs, this isn't who you are.

*Just then Dibs and Kaguya come by.*

Dibs: Hey guys, who's the monster?

Kaguya: And why has Cora stopped functioning?

*Hiro gives Cora a slight slap to the face to shake her off her shock.*

Cora: HONEY LEMON THAT'S NOT GLOBBY THATS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MONSTER!

Honey Lemon: What?

Fred: Then its a whole new globby? Oh my gosh I get to name it! He's officially Nega-Globby!

Cora: Get somewhere to safety with Grandmama Dibs! We're gonna handle this copy cat!

*Honey Lemon pushes Dibs and Kaguya to a nearby store before joining back the team, to which they had sprung into action.*

Fred: OK Nega-Globby! Prepare to meet your maker! Fire-

*With a swing, Nega-Globby sends Fredzilla blasting off again. Gogo tries to strike it down her discs and zoom away, but the acid Nega-Globby realeased ultimately melted away her wheels, just barely escaping the acid. Wasabi hops into action as he brings his blades.*

Wasabi: OK! That's enough!

*But the blades did nothing as it swings Wasabi to Gogo. Just then Baymax with Hiro and Cora on his back punch Nega-Globby to bits before it reforms again to fight.*

Hiro: Baymax, rocket fis-Oh watch out!

*Nega Globby slithers away to trap the three to a wall.*

Baymax: I cannot move.

Hiro: Me neither.

Cora: Well this is just great *Sarcasm*

Baymax: That was sarcasm.

Honey Lemon: Don't worry guys I've got this-

*That's when Honey Lemon realized that something is missing.*

Honey Lemon: Oh no! My purse!

*As it turns out Dibs had grabbed the purse and Kaguya soon followed after him. While running Dibs shows to Kaguya that he still has the neurotransmitter and puts it on his head. Once they reach a safe spot Kaguya looks at Dibs.*

Kaguya: Are you sure about this?

Dibs: Someone has to help.

*Kaguya steps back to let Dibs break the purse. But it seems like Hiro and Cora's updated purse made it stronger to resist breaking.*

Dibs: Why won't you break?!

*When Dibs kicks it off the purse flies through the air before catapulting to the side of the road where a bus comes by and runs it over, squirting all of its goo onto him.*

Dibs: Its working Kaguya! Oh man I forgot how nuts this part was!

*Kaguya could not help but smile widely as Dibs transforms back into Globby once more. Nega Globby walks forward to Honey Lemon, the last hero standing.*

Honey Lemon; Lets just take it easy Nega-Globby! *To comm link* Guys! My purse is gone!

Wasabi: *Groggily* Coming... ow.

Gogo: I'm all out. *To Fred via comm link* Fred where are you?

Fred: *Coming out of the trash* Umm...I have no idea.

*Honey Lemon dodges out of Nega-Globby's swings before contacting Hiro.*

Honey Lemon: Hiro I need that prototype!

Hiro: I'll call Skymax! If I could just... get to my.. phone!

Cora: till then, survive Honey Lemon!

*Just as it appears to be the end for Honey Lemon, she was pulled out of the way of Nega-Globby's hammer via the original Globby.*

Globby: Gotcha Honey Lemon!

*Honey Lemon looks up to see Dibs back to being Globby.*

Globby: You're safe now!

Honey Lemon: Globby! You've changed back!

Globby: You guys needed help, and I realized being a freak is my happy place. Stay here, I'll deal with the big guy!

*And so Globby transforms himself to a bull and charges to Nega-Globby, knocking it out.*

Globby: Hey! The position of Globby has been filled! By me; and I'm about to show you my special skills!

*And the battle was on between Globby and Nega-Globby, the original vs the impostor. Using whatever skills they have they battled it out. While that happened Hiro nears his hand to his phone while Cora tries to see what is going on with Globby and Nega-Globby. Finally Hiro grabs his phone and calls Skymax. Now Globby and Nega-Globby are morphing to a ball fighting for dominance.*

Globby: Yeah not good!

Honey Lemon; Oh no!

*that is when Skymax appears and drops by the Prototype.*

Honey Lemon; Thanks Skymax!

*And soon she activates the prototype to the bazooka form and takes aim.*

Honey Lemon: Hold still Globby!

Globby: I'm trying! But I am gelatinous!

Honey Lemon: Don't worry this won't hurt! *To self* I think!

*Activating the bazooka she takes aim and fires into Nega-Globby. She shot enough ammo to shrink Nega-Globby down to a size where Dinosaur Globby eats him up, destroying it for good.*

Globby: And that's how you monster.

*And soon everyone that was seeing the action clapped for Globby.*

A.M: Way to go Globby!

Globby: Thanks Sarah!

*Globby shoots out a goo to destuck Baymax, Hiro, and Cora and let them land safely before he reverts to his original size.*

Honey Lemon: thank you so much Globby!

Fred: Globby vs Nega-Globby! And the winner being the OG!

Gogo: Great job. *To Honey Lemon.* Both of you.

Honey Lemon:Thanks guys.

*Just then Baymax arrives the scene with Hiro and Cora.*

Cora: You really are Hero Globby.

Globby: Aww shucks.

Hiro: You know, I can't believe I hadn't thought about this till now... * Pulls out his phone and calls.* Hey, Commander Carter? Might I interest you in a new hero in training?

*Cora winks at Globby before Globby wraps himself around the team in a giant hug. As of while Kaguya snaps a photo of the group and sends it to Mizuchi, Grandville... Kage received the message too... and for a bried moment he smiled.*

Kage: For a petty, uncoordinated purse thief... you've made a really intelligent choice in friends, Globby.

*The next day they are eating breakfast at Joe's diner where Hiro and Cora are having Omurice.*

Hiro: Even now I still don't know where Nega-Globby came from.

Cora: Yeah. And even how did they even make Nega Globby?

Wasabi: You know, ever since the 'revelation' about Orso Knox, a lot of weird things have been happening lately.

*Just then Globby comes in.*

Globby: Globby in the house!

*The patrons stare at him.*

Globby: Who wants a picture?

*And soon everyone lines up for a selfie with Globby.*

Gogo: You mean like that?

Honey Lemon: I'm glad Globby's happy.

Cora: And the fact people are accepting him.

Hiro: With Commander Carter and the super hero program, he'll become more awesome and in control.

*But what neither of them are aware are two things... one was that an eye of Nega-Globby survived… but a small speck of Rose gold liquid floats inside him, keeping an eye out for nega-Globby. Protecting its host from the invading virus he is unaware of.*

A.N: Sorry its late! Had to deal with school and such! Hope you love the chapter! Love you!

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mummapaintstheblues · 6 years

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Kakashifest Prompt: Grief

@kakashifest

This fic was inspired by the beautiful and talented @port-wind-waves, and her art for the Jounin prompt earlier this week, which you can see HERE. I hope I’ve done justice for this gorgeous piece of art.

This is 1.3k filled with angst, and possibly some mistakes as it is unbeta’d. But I hope you enjoy my loves.

Kakashi had been gifted a lot of unsolicited advice before his return to active duty. The brief reprieve was all they had been able to afford, a few days in the hospital, a few terse conversations with different doctors.

Kakashi had waded through it all. Forced himself even. Listening to everything that they offered, before fashioning the appropriate answer that would allow him to get out of there as soon as possible.

Because they couldn’t understand. Not really.

These people with lab coats and clipboards, they weren’t even shinobi, they hadn’t been there when it happened.

So, when they had told him that the grief would come in waves, he had listened of course and taken it in, before completely disregarding it as nonsense. It had taken every shred of patience left within him to simply sit through the spiel. Before, finally, he was deemed fit and able.

Because all he wanted, all he knew, was out there in the battle field. That was where he truly belonged, where he could prove himself and his strength, where he could show that he was deserving of his title. That his ill-fated first mission as Jounin did not define his worth as a shinobi.

But more importantly, it was necessary for him to be back out there. For his own sanity. The brief time alone with his thoughts was quickly morphing into some kind of limbo like torture that left him restless and unsettled. He needed this. Something about sitting around watching his strength fading left a bitter taste in his mouth.

This was not the future Obito would want to see. Watching Rin mourn herself so weary she was still not fit for missions. Seeing the village so sparse with every able-bodied shinobi at war or already dead.

His own training could only take him so far, it needed to be tested, Obito needed to see it.

So, the time finally, finally, arrived for his first mission after Kanabi bridge. While they would have liked to assign him something simpler, to ease the transition, the current climate would not allow it. And for Kakashi, that suited him just fine. Obito would want to see action in any case.

The mission fulfilled every bit of its promise, leading him on a long and treacherous path right from the start. The conditions of his objective were simple enough, find and dispose of the enemy, recover the necessary documents, return to the village. Going on this mission solo also meant that his mind was assured in his actions. There would be no surprises. No back tracking for lost team mates. No accidents.

The outcome of this mission would only be success, Kakashi would make sure of it.

After a day of trudging through stony and baron terrain the temperature turned freezing. The snow making it easier to track the enemy to what might have been a lush forest during the warmer months, now it was an alien expanse of thick trees. The light shining through the spindly branches casting shadows like cage bars across the ground.

Kakashi took a deep breath, steadying his senses, able to follow the Iwa nin through their scent alone. They were scattered in a formation which Kakashi recognized immediately, deducing in an instant the easiest way to foil their position. Take them out, one by one.

The rush of endorphins hit as soon as he confronted the first enemy. Taken out easily and with haste, he moved on to the next one, and the next.

This. This is what he had been needing all along. This was all he would ever need from now on. For him and Obito to see all the action, for him to be able to use this sharingan eye, even if Obito’s body was no longer with them. And he could keep doing this, he could take any and all missions, he could keep feeling like this. Feeling useful.

From his current spot, Kakashi could pinpoint the location of the last of the enemy. This eye could see through the trees, it could see through all their moves, it was like being able to see through time.

The tussle with the last enemy had him almost exerted. Breathing a little harshly as he dodged a sliding glance from the enemy’s sword. But it was all so easy, too easy. And then it happened all at once and much too quickly. With a sick thud the last enemy crumpled to the ground, and Kakashi was left standing alone.

The silence that followed was so all-encompassing that it rang in his ears. Even the sound of his own panting breaths was deafened. He saw the trembling of his hands before he felt it. Then he was on his knees.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Instead of feeling a cathartic kind of release in his mission all he felt was empty. Like that limbo void was slowly taking over every single part of his body. Kakashi gripped the snow under his fingertips, trying to feel something, anything. The cold did not reach him. He was already colder than anything here.

This was not how it was supposed to go. There was meant to be fulfilment. It just seemed empty while he was on his own.

That was when he realized the truth.

He missed them. Missed having Rin at his side, missed Obito. He was almost expecting the cheering Uchiha to break the silence as he always had before. But there was nothingness here in this forest of dead things.

Some words circled at the forefront of Kakashi’s mind, and not the words he wanted or expected. Grief would come in waves… Bullshit. This was no wave. This was an avalanche.

Kakashi curled into himself in the snow, assured that no one was alive for miles around him. Not that it mattered in any case. He closed his eyes, both of them, Obito’s and his own. He could still see their smiling faces in his mind’s eye.

As soon as his eyes were shut, relief blanketed him, and Kakashi might have actually slept there in the snow if it weren’t for the cold keeping him awake. He had been so obsessed with Obito seeing everything that was happening, Kakashi had failed to note the effect the use of the eye was having on him. Exhaustion had crept up so quickly, though it shouldn’t have even touched him. Or maybe it was just the grief.

Kakashi opened just one eye, his own. He saw the blood spattering the snow, saw the scrolls falling out of the Iwa nin’s pockets.

That’s right there was still a mission to finish. What else could he do? He couldn’t lie here in the snow feeling sorry for himself forever. He had to keep moving, keep breathing, keeping seeing the future for Obito. Though, for the moment, Kakashi decided to keep that red glowing eye shut. He needed to confirm his theory about the side effects of it’s use. And especially, he didn’t want Obito to see how pathetic he was, lying here.

Gathering himself slowly, Kakashi moved in a deliberate way, as if he weren’t controlling his own body. He found the scrolls, found the last of his strength to make it back to the village.

All the while he kept his sharingan eye closed. Kakashi noted that his body felt marginally better for this, it’s chakra replenishing much faster than before. It was just his mind that was broken beyond repair.

As if sensing his thoughts as he reached the gate to the village, Rin appeared. Smiling widely and waving. Welcoming him home with warmth that finally thawed the numbness.

Kakashi opened both eyes. Obito needed to see this too.

#kakashifest #Wednesday prompt grief #Mumma did an angst

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werewolves-are-real · 6 years

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Hi, i am really sorry for asking, especially because you might be really busy or if it is annoying, but can you maybe write a drabble thing (sorry i don't know the terms) of Laurence and Tem's first meeting with Napoleon from Napoleons perspective? (Laurence/Napoleon of course) My life's a mess and i am feeling really down so i need something to sorta cheer me up... HOWEVER if you can't/don't feel like it or just don't have the time then just ignore this, i totally understand it

You don’t have to apologize so much!! Sorry it took so long but I hope this helps :)

except for the first few paragraphs, dialogue is taken directly from the end of Empire of Ivory.

the reference to an 'old Roman general' is to Marcus Atilius Regulus, also mentioned in the text

Choice of Regulus

“He will not stay,” says DeGuignes.

Napoleon is busy with a thousandthings, and he inspects a missive in his hand even as he disapprovesthe remark. “He came here,” the emperor counters. “It wouldbenefit him nothing to return to England; nothing at all. And thesafety of his dragon will tempt him.”

Napoleon has encountered many dragonsover the years, yet possessed no true notion of their intelligence oruse until Lien joined the court. It became at once clear to him thathe must reassess all strategies of the Armee de l'Aire, and furtherapparent that dragons have been sadly wasted. From a practical level,he considers them intelligent and clearly self-possessed - in otherwords, worthy of the all the same considerations as humans, so longas those considerations benefit the state.

“I have met him only briefly, Iadmit,” says De Guignes. “But my impression in China was thatCaptain Laurence is a man of excellent moral character. I should nothave expected him to betray his country.”

“And yet he did,” says Napoleon,handing over the letter and waving forward his secretary. Togetherthey and a convoy of guards walk down to Lien's pavilion, and evenfrom a distance the two Celestial dragons there are visible, likereflective obelisks; one creature, black and scarred, and the otherwhite as the horizon.

Napoleon ignores De Guignes' doubts todictate another letter, this one to the Spanish ambassador, which hissecretary pens hastily. He cannot suppress his own anticipation,though, and when he stands before William Laurence he at once grabsthe Englishman to kiss his cheeks.

It is no small thing what this man hasdone – no exaggeration to say that he ought to be considered a heroby all the world. To fight a war with plague, Napoleon thinks, isjust like the English; it was ridiculously ill-considered, when heonly imagines how easily the outbreak might have affected England'sown allies, and poisoned the whole world to them, besides. It mightbe a good tactic from a place like China, with thousands of their owndragons to take the world by storm; but from England it was juststupid cruelty.

He makes a mental note to pen anotherseries of letters; France must be quick to offer their own mushroomsto allies, though the farmers have not yet managed to cultivate them.With all luck no other countries will be infected yet, and thegesture shall be appreciated but unnecessary. In any case Napoleonimagines that French will leave this situation looking much betterthan England, who has endangered all her own friends.

Napoleon finds Laurence to be just asDe Guignes indicated – polite, careful, and firm in his everyrefusal to betray his country more than he already has. He displaysan admirable concern for the sake of his draconic companion, and noconcern whatsoever for himself, which Napoleon must respect evenagainst his own disappointment. Good men are rare, but hard to sway.

And then Captain Laurence refuses hisoffer of haven, and after Napoleon tries – sincerely tries – toexpress on him the superiority of his vision, of his future forFrance, Laurence says simply this:

“Your Majesty, I am a soldier, not astatesman; and I have no great philosophy but that I love my country.I came because it was my duty as a Christian and a man; now it is myduty to return.”

- Throughout his life, Napoleon hasadmired the stories of classical heroes, ranging from the myths ofHercules to the more concrete feats of Hannibal Barca and Alexanderthe Great. And here before him stands a hero in the making, herecognizes – a figure tired and resolute, but whose significancefuture historians must recognize and applaud.

He is reminded with abrupt force ofPolybius' writings on an old Roman soldier, a general captured byCarthaginians in years long since past. He was paroled and sent backto Rome as a messenger, to negotiate peace; instead, he urged acontinuation of war, and then returned against the advice of allfriends to Carthage where he suffered torture and death in the faceof his defiance. The general's honor, on both counts, could allow fornothing more.

Napoleon noted the story both forrecognition of the soldier's convictions, and also for beingludicrous. If a man so spurned the morals of his enemy, what would itmatter, to neglect vows to that corrupt power? But there is somethingabout the story, some nebulous and abstract quality, which alwaysstuck with him.

And now here is a man whose act isgreater – who moves not to preserve the intentions of his country,but to follow his own morals; follow them sorrowfully, regretfully.And yet he loves his country anyway. It is a dichotomy Napoleoncannot fully understand, even as he appreciates it. Napoleon hasfought hard for the power to shape France to his vision of greatness.Laurence, lacking that authority, and chained to service, hasnonetheless been compelled by the righteousness of his convictions.

Napoleon cannot agree with theCaptain's interpretation of duty. But perhaps that does not matter.

“God forbid I should alter such aresolve,” he says at last, after every effort has failed – noteven the grim certainty of the captain's execution can sway him.“Your choice is the choice of Regulus, and I honor you for it. Youwill have your liberty – you must have your liberty.”

He sends off the captain with a troopof the Old Guard, and the promise of Accendare's formation to see himover the Channel, under a flag of truce. It is the least he can do –it is all that he can do, and when Captain Laurence leaves hedismisses his retinue to sit with Lien in her Pavilion. The dragonleaves him to his thoughts, and he finds his gaze ever straying tothe sky. Even now, as he sits here, a man moves resolutely toward hisdeath; not a soldier's-gamble, but a sure death, and one that he doesnot deserve. A good man – a wasted man.

He will be hanged by the month's end,Napoleon thinks; and he only hopes, in an odd spirit of sympathy,that the English do not leave the captain to suffer long.

Then he returns to the palace andresumes writing letters.

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thexfalcon-archive · 6 years

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Quick question. Are you open to interact with non-mutuals? Can you link me to your rules? I can't find them in your blog.

aa sorry, i’m not. and i can’t since it’s a popup link, but i put them under the cut

i’m SELECTIVE & MUTUALS ONLY. this means i will only interact with mutuals.

personal blogs: please don’t follow or reblog my posts, thank you.

it might take me a few days to follow back, since i like to read everyone’s rules & about before i follow & sometimes i just don’t have the attention span to do so immediately.

reasons i won’t follow are: you don’t have rules or an about page, you don’t cut your posts, i don’t see our muses interacting, i’m not familiar enough with the fandom you’re from/your character, or you write something i’m uncomfortable with.

i also will unfollow/block if you don’t read my rules & if you blatantly ignore the fact that sam’s not a cis man, so please try not to refer to him as ‘man’, ‘male’, ‘guy’, etc.

i’m oc friendly, i just ask that you have a bio where i can read about your character(s).

i won’t interact with whitewashed characters, or cisbends/“rule 63” charas, but i love all trans and nb characters please throw them at me. absolutely no hate is welcome on this blog, so if you’re racist, transphobic, sexist, ableist, anti-semitic etc, don’t bother.

can’t believe i have to state this but if you think it’s okay to ship underage characters with adults stay the fuck away from this blog.

RP & SHIPPING

if we’re mutuals, feel free to send in memes, like starter/plotting calls, reply to opens, etc.

also feel free to continue asks, just please make a new post! i won’t reply if you reblog the ask, sorry.

i do generally use small font & try to format my posts a bit, but there’s no need for you to do any of that. i use icons most of the time too, and i prefer rp’s that are a least a para, if not longer, but i’ll do one liners, too, though they tend to get dropped.

all the general rp rules apply: don’t godmod, no forced shipping, etc. plotting is great, though i might not be the best at it since i’m bad at talking to people, so winging it is also fine!

please never feel pressured to match my style or length, especially length bc i can be a monster sometimes

ships are based on chemistry, though i love romance with all my heart so feel free to discuss it with me. just note that my sam is not cis, so if your muse is strictly straight/gay, then i won’t ship with you bc, y'know, he’s not a guy.

also please know that sam is… very flirty, but most of the time he doesn’t mean anything by it, and if your muse is uncomfortable with it he will stop. if you’re uncomfortable with this, please let me know.

both mun and muse are 21+ so there will be nsfw themes present, but i do my best to tag triggers. feel free to let me know if you need something tagged.

i will do smut, but only with people over 18, and i will be selective about it. most of the time i will probably use time skips or fade-to-black.

MUN

you can call me tristan or k, i use they/them or he/him pronouns.

english is my third language so sorry if i make a lot of mistakes haha, i tend to make stupid mistakes when i’m tired which is like. all the time

i do have several mental illnesses, including adhd, so i might be slow and i might forget our threads, so feel free to remind me about them, just don’t push me about it.

also bc of my adhd i have a very poor memory, so if i do something that’s against your rules or if my replies don’t make sense, please feel free to tell me, i promise i didn’t mean to. i read everyone’s rules multiple times but sometimes things just slip my mind

i am white, and while i’ll do my best to portray sam i’m sure there’ll be times where i make mistakes, please feel free to correct me and tell me about it. i promise i’ll listen and do better in the future.

anyway ik these are kind of strict but please feel free to talk to me anytime, if i follow it’s bc i definitely want to rp with you!!

icons are from createdamurderbot, shadesofgrphics and from here or made by me.

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Incomparable {Christmas Fic} || Eugene x Reader

Summary: It’s Christmas time in Alexandria and the reader has managed to pull of a HUGE surprise gift for Eugene. He might just end up upstaging her though. FLUFF. JUST A LOT OF CHRISTMAS FLUFF. Also the reader in this is apparently Southern AF given her vernacular. That’s just the way it came out idk.

(Eugene making notes, it’s relevant. Thanks to joshmcdermittfans for the gif, posted through gif search hope that’s ok just hmu if it isn’t uwu)

It took an apocalypse for you to really enjoy Christmas. That probably says something unfavorable about you...or maybe not. Maybe it means only that Christmas used to be a hectic time of year that stole everyone’s freewill and money and now, due to obviously very unfortunate circumstances, it’s become something more...human. It was awkward at first, attempting Christmas in this new world, in the wake of all the death and grief and fear, but being in the bosom of somewhere as safe and comfortable as Alexandria made it hard not to.

Now, there are odd little traditions everyone follows that somewhat mimic how things were before. Some people have synthetic trees that were left behind in attics, but some make them out of their creativity and whatever is available; bottles or books stacked in a tree formation, tinsel stapled on to the walls, and so on.

Gifts are no longer measured by material wealth but rather meaningfulness, usefulness. People gift others as they think will best suit them or make them happiest; a pocket knife, some bullets, maybe something handmade that means all the more for being so. Then there’s usually a meal at some point, a potluck, usually, that combines everyone’s talents and whatever they could scrape together, and then everyone gets drunk around the bonfire. Usually on Abraham’s homebrew.

The world as a whole might be a fucking mess, but Christmas is something that can be enjoyed and savored now in a way it wasn’t before. It’s more authentic, more honest, less fake and forced. You’re not sure Eugene sees things this way, however. He’s participated the past couple of years without complaint or any noticeable hesitation, but as for whether or not he gets and enjoys the spirit of things the same way you do is a little bit hard to decipher.

You don’t badger him about it though. Having the person you love with you is all that really matters. What’s more, you’ve found him an amazing gift this year that you think might just turn him on to Christmas that much more. It was a helluva thing to keep hidden over the months of having it built, especially from someone as observant and quick as Eugene, but between yourself and friends, you all managed. Somehow.

That, or Eugene was just being really gracious about pretending to be unawares.

“I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten you,” you say teasingly as you hold his hand and walk through the snow laden streets of Alexandria from the annual gift-exchange and potluck. “Your gift just...couldn’t have been transported, so I have to take you to it.”

“Gracious of you, but also wholly unnecessary. I meant it when I said I don’t care for the holiday and I certainly don’t expect tribute paid.”

You laugh. His way with words charmingly reflects his roundabout way of understanding things.

“It’s not a paid tribute. We gift each other things to make each other happy. That’s it.”

“Yes, that’s what I meant-”

“Oh, forget it, Eugene! I got you something and that’s all there is to it. It’s done.”

You throw your hands over his eyes as you guide him into the empty building on 5th and Main (albeit somewhat awkwardly, he’s tall of course and it’s hard to reach that high up even on your tiptoes).

“Okay, I’m gonna turn on the light. Keep your eyes closed! No peeking!”

It’s very clear Eugene doesn’t get the appeal of this at all, but he’s keen to humor you and obediently does as he’s asked, keeping his eyes closed and drawn to the floor.

“Alright, open them!!”

You’re practically dancing in place to see his reaction- which, at the moment, can only be described as stunned disbelief.

“I ask only because I can hardly believe what I’m clearly seeing right now- is this a fully functional research lab?”

“Yes!!” you all but squeal. “I went entirely off the notes you’ve made about a potential research facility here, schmoozed a bit with Deanna, went on several hundred scavenging runs to various hospitals and labs in the area and-”

Eugene’s already gravitated to the pièce de résistance in the middle of the room.

“This is a genuine electron microscope...” he says in something of a daze, as he runs his fingers across its framework.

“Yes! At least...I’m pretty sure. It was a bitch getting here, especially under your nose, not to mention setting it back up. Hopefully we did alright? I’m sure if there are any issues you can see to them-”

Eugene’s turned around to look at you now, confused, and you’re a bit put off that he isn’t as elated as you thought he might be.

“Well, it’s just-...you’ve talked about wanting to research the virus more,” You’re scrambling for an explanation because you can’t figure out why this hasn’t made him happy. “You’ve argued, rightfully so, that we should have a lab and research facility here...granted, it’s a bit of a humble start but everyone has to start somewhere, right?”

“You did all this...for me?”

“Well...the good of the future of the community aside...yes. Selfishly, I admit, I did it to make you happy.”

Eugene’s looking down at the floor now, seemingly in an attempt to fight tears.

“No one’s ever-...” You can tell from the breaking in his voice that’s definitely what he’s doing. “Never. Nothing like this.”

You sidle over and take him into your arms, which he accepts gratefully. You understand now these aren’t angry or even remotely unhappy tears, but that of someone so overwhelmed by this gesture that he doesn’t know what to do.

“I love you,” you assure him. “And you deserve to be happy. That’s all there is to it.”

“As do you,” he replies, pulling away slightly, enough to tilt your chin up to look at him. “And I don’t know how good of a job I do at keeping you content, but I’ll be damned if I don’t keep trying. I’d like to do so for whatever remains of our lives here.”

You smile up at him, though curiously as you feel he’s verging on something deeper than just the sentiment.

“For full disclosure, this isn’t as remarkable, nor did it take nearly as much time and manpower to procure, but I hope the promise behind it provides something of a fitting reply to this gift that can’t ever be repaid.”

He’s reached into his inner shirt pocket for something and now he’s-...oh god, he’s getting on one knee and taking your hand into his own. You think you might hyperventilate.

“Eugene...you had best be fixing to propose or I’m going to have to ask you to get right back up to standing this very minute, because I’m about to have a come apart-”

“Well, I was, before you snatched the words straight out of my mouth-”

You gasp and throw a hand over your mouth in shame. “I’m sorry! I just had to be sure!!”

“You’ve had your moment with this incomparable, life-altering gift. Kindly let me have mine, however small in comparison.”

You know its his stoic way of teasing, the closest Eugene will ever get to such a thing. Besides, he’s right. So, you shut up and wait impatiently for him to do the thing that you already have an answer to.

“I...had a speech, but all things considered, I think I’d be better off cutting to the chase. It comes down to this; will you be my wife?”

Now you’re crying, and quite rightly so.

“Yes. Of course. In a thousand lifetimes and timelines, yes. And only because I can tell you welded that ring long before you knew about this lab.”

“I would’ve done it a lot earlier, had I been certain you would’ve had me. I knew long before.”

You kiss him hard and long under the bright florescents of the research facility, with only the various flasks, beakers and microscopes as witness to your new engagement. Anything else would’ve been ill-fitting.

#eugene porter #eugene porter x reader #imagines

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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years

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If you are going to write arranged marriage hc you can make like that newt actually loves reader but she hates him(I'm the same anon)

Ok! Sorry for the wait! Also, I changed it just a bit! Hope that’s ok. Also, this is seriously my favorite fic I've written! Ugh...it gives me feels.

Master list

Imagine: Being in an arranged marriage with Newt.

“But, I don’t want to marry him Rosie.” Your voice cracked at the end of your words, heart heavy in your chest at the thought of marrying a complete stranger. But, your sister, ever the happy one, simply smiled.

“Oh, don’t be dreary Y/N. You think father would match you up with some blaggerd?”

You trusted your father, with everything, but losing your free will was not something to be happy for. It seems your hand was a high price, and the Scamander family paid it in full. Rosie tied up the back of your dress, fluffing out the bottom, and looking up at you.

“There. You look so lovely! I dare say Mr. Scamander won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”

It was a dinner event in a few minutes, and on this day it would seem you’d be meeting your betrothed for the first time. A simple meeting before the wedding that was supposed to take place in a month. Your future was set before you, and yet it wasn’t something you wanted. This isn’t how you imagined falling in love, better yet it wasn’t even a promise there’d be love involved at all.

“Rosie…the man fancies himself a magizoologist. Whatever that is, I believe he made that title up.”

Your sister giggled at your cruelties, rolling her eyes and pinching your cheeks to create a blush. “Now be kind, sister. He’s actually the most prominent one in the beasts division at the ministry.”

“Rosie, he’s the only one…”

“Well, still. Better to be the best by yourself than the worst in the bunch.”

A smile formed on your features, and you pushed your sisters fussy hands away. “I’ll meet him. But, I won’t marry him.”

“Well, you’ll do as you please as you always do, Y/N. I, on the other hand, have heard quite the rumors about his older brother, Theseus. I hear he’s very handsome.”

Your sister trailed off about the older Scamander, and you couldn’t help but smile. If anything, her gaining some happiness from this situation was more than enough reason to just deal with tonight. She left the room, and you followed a bit after, entering the dining hall with a sense of dread. Every step closer to it, took you that much nearer to the future.

“Ah! My dear daughter!”

Your father, and the rest of the men stood from their chairs, awaiting your entrance. You smiled softly, not looking up because you were frightened of which man in here was your husband to be. Rosie motioned for you to sit next to her, and it was at least comforting to be next to a familiar face. With a sigh you sat down, looking up when a woman with red hair leaned over the table towards you. She was pretty, a slight bit older, but still ever the bit happy.

“Oh, my darling! I’ve been dying to meet you. I’m Your future mother in law!”

She clapped happily, taking your hand in hers as she stared at you. She was rather excited, and you’d be lying if you said her enthusiasm wasn’t contagious.

“My dear boy has been eager to meet you.”

At her words your heart fell, and you gathered as much courage as you could to ask. “Um…may I ask which one is your-”

She cut you off, pointing her butter knife towards a young, handsome brooding man at the end of the table.

“That is my oldest, and darling son, Theseus.”

Rosie leaned over to you, cupping a hand over her mouth as she whispered. “Isn’t he handsome, Y/N? Oh I believe he’d make a fine husband for me.”

A feeing of relief washed over you, for a moment you had believed him to be your fiancé. And as handsome as he was, his demeanor was rather off putting. You smiled at Rosie, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Go and talk to him.”

She did just that, hugging you tightly before excusing herself and heading in his direction. Just as you were going to ask about your fiancé, the doors to the dining hall flew open, and a young, handsome man stood there. His suit was of fine make, and his reddish brown hair was slicked back just enough to show off his features. He had a very freckled face, and you’d dare say he was a gentleman if not for the crooked bow tie he had on.

“Oh! My dear, Newton!”

Mrs. Scamander stood up, walking over to her son and kissing his cheek. Newton smiled back, fighting off his mother’s incessant affections.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too, mother.”

Your father walked passed you, holding his arms out as he went and shook the man’s hand. Newton’s eyes looked upon your father, and you couldn’t stop yourself from noticing how delightfully green his gaze was, sparkling brightly against the rays of sun that seeped through the windows.

Newton shook his hand quickly, scratching at his head as he spoke. “Forgive my tardiness…I was chasing my Niffler. Um, please excuse the mess in your ballroom, sir…I believe the chandelier might need some mending.”

Yet, your father hardly seemed to care for such things. He just laughed, and patted the man on the back and held his arm out towards you.

“Newton, allow me to introduce my daughter, Y/N.”

You felt the world crashing down on you, all the attention now on you as you slowly got up from your chair. The wobble of your knees betrayed the calm look you had, but you managed to stop just in front of Newton. His charming gaze met yours, and in that second your heart stopped. Maybe it was the few sips of champagne you had, but you ventured a guess that he felt the same that second.

“It’s a…” Your mouth felt dry, and you sighed as you bit at your lip nervously. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scamander.” You held out your hand, waiting for a shake of his, and instead he just stared seemingly entranced by you.

His mother pushed him gently on the side, interrupting his thoughts. He shook his head, and grabbed your hand in his, but instead he flipped yours over, kissing the back of it gently.

“Um…yes, a pleasure.”

It would seem the whole room became quiet, all awaiting the first moments of love to take place. And you two just stood there, your hand still clutched in his. It was Rosie’s giggle that brought you back to reality, and you tore your hand away from his.

“Well, shall we eat?”

Your father’s voice filled the room, and everyone happily took their seats, conversation starting up again. Newton took his seat next to you, eyes never leaving your form. It was making you slightly uncomfortable, and yet your stomach would not seem to settle around him. A fine blush spread across your cheeks, and you glanced in his direction.

“Is there something amiss, Mr. Scamander?”

He looked away, embarrassed a bit at having been caught gawking. “Uh..no no.” He smiled, grabbing for his cup of champagne. “Forgive me. And please…Newt is fine.”

With a smile, you nodded at him mimicking his movements out of nerves and grabbing for your glass. “As you wish, Newt.”

He seemed happy with the change in titles, and he took a quick sip of his drink before engaging you in conversation.

“May I ask what it is you do?”

You turned the potatoes over on your plate, the realization that you’re a total stranger to him covering the attraction you felt when you saw him. With a bit of a rude tone you answered him.

“I’m set to be a professor at Hogwarts this semester. Potions.”

He didn’t seem worried with your tone, and he just smiled actually intrigued by your admission.

“Hogwarts is the finest wizarding school, I’m sure you’re proud to be-”

But, this polite conversation was getting to you, knowing you were talking to your future husband without so much as a say in the matter. You slammed your fork down, everyone’s eyes falling on you. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming, and you gripped the edges of your dress and rose from your chair.

“Excuse me.

Your father got up to trail after you, but Newt held his hand up. “No, please allow me.”

He rushed after you, calling out your name as you ran down the halls of your home. It wasn’t like you had a plan in mind, you just wanted away from it all.

“Leave me be, Mr. Scamander!”

But, he didn’t listen, he chased after you until your heeled feet couldn’t take much more. You kneeled down against the garden walls of the outside, tears welling in your eyes. His footsteps came closer, and you waved your arm at him, willing him away.

“Please, just go away…”

Newt kneeled down next to you, eyes filled with worry. “Y/N…”

“I don’t want to get married!”

His eyes softened, and he gave you a knowing smile as he wiped a tear away.

“Then we don’t have to.”

His words took a moment to settle, but you gazed up at him in shock. “Truly?”

Newt nodded, and he grabbed your hand in his as he spoke. “I need you to understand, my intentions were never meant to cause you any ill will. I agreed to this marriage for my mother’s sake…and I won’t pretend that I’m…” He looked deeply into your eyes, a blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “That I’m not, um, entranced by you Miss Y/N.”

You felt those familiar butterflies again, only this time you did not panic at their formation. His understanding meant everything to you right now, and you gripped his hand tighter in yours as he continued.

“I don’t expect you to love me, not now, maybe not ever…but, if you’ll allow me the chance…” He looked down, not wanting to look you in the eye as he spoke the last part. “If you’ll have me, then I’d like to get to know you. And if marriage is in the future then, I would be honored to be your husband.”

It wasn’t the proposal your parents were quite hoping for, but to you both it meant the world. You smiled through your tears, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek in gratitude. He returned your smile, and he rubbed the back of your hand with a soft comforting touch. “Then will you take me as a suitor?”

You giggled delightfully, nodding your head and whispering.

“Yes.”

#newt x reader #newt scamander #newtxreader #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander headcanon #newtxyou

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