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leonawriter · 3 months

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One of my favourite ideas with regards to Ryoji is this sort of... thing where he can just exist outside of time somehow, because of how short a time he's allowed to exist in reality.

(massive spoilers for P3 onward past this point, obviously, if you haven't already gone through the game.)

[EDIT: I've cleaned it up a bit and edited and put it on AO3. So, if you want like... an entire extra scene plus some, go here.]

Which is great in theory, but a bit more complicated if you wanna put it into practice, other than going "well, he's here because... oh, a wizard did it." There are possibilities and plausibles, but they're frankly limited if you have (like me) a logical mind and a need for something to suspend your disbelief.

Except then I had a thought - Ryoji is also known as Death, or Thanatos. He takes on that role at the climax, even. So, I started thinking along those lines, and wound up with-

Ryoji the psychopomp. Ryoji, the grim reaper.

Not "the Reaper" as in the one that roams dungeons (he exists during P3 and is implied by design to be connected somehow to Tatsuya Sudou, anyway).

More like, that it's a case of "Life gave her creations to Death, no matter what they both knew would happen the moment he touched them."

Minato (or Kotone) dies on the school rooftop, and there he is, able to talk to them, and they're able to tell him that everything worked out, that everything will work out. Their spirit lingers at the Door, and they talk like it's passing notes in class.

A young girl finds herself on the receiving end of unwanted advances, and then she's somewhere strange, confronted with uncomfortable and unwanted truths, and then- then, there's a boy in a yellow scarf wanting to know all of the things that she loved about her life. At first it's strange, and more than a bit hard to think of things for this weird guy who she's never met before, but the more she talks the more she realises that she really did have things she treasured.

He thanks her for telling him, and as she makes her peace with the fact that this is it, he tells her that he'll keep them in his heart now, too.

Wakaba Isshikki knows about the cognitive realm - a little too much, perhaps, but not enough to stop. Enough, perhaps, to see the shadow of a boy following her for a day or two. Enough to feel as though she's already living on borrowed time, when she feels that surely she knows what's happening, and she simply... doesn't care.

She's a little wispy, still, when he leads what's left of her toward the Sea of Souls where she now belongs. He's concerned, and rightly so, about what that means. Wakaba's more worried about the kids.

(A few people don't get Ryoji. Those unhappy few get the floating mask of Death and a series of coffins to tell them that their time has come. For some it's because even in death they have no humility, and for others still it's simply easier, that way. Easier to not be Ryoji wile dealing with it, even if it would have been easier still to simply walk away and let them find their own way to the Sea.

But Kunikazu Okumura had sent so many his way, that it was only right that Death came to meet him personally.

"I didn't even get to finish my speech," the man said, blubbering after the towering figure that Death made.

You had a daughter, Death reminded him, and he was silent the rest of the way.)

Goro Akechi comes to, and the first thing he sees is a bright yellow scarf.

The first thing he does is swear, because boys with slicked-back hair wearing yellow scarves aren't supposed to exist when you're dead. The second thing he does is look around, and realise that you aren't really supposed to exist in a sea of stars and sit on nothing when you're alive, either.

"Please tell me this isn't the afterlife," he says, mostly because although he figured it could be worse - he could have found himself in hell, or surrounded by all of the people he'd killed over the years, all of the ones who had every reason to make his afterlife hell if it wasn't already - it could definitely be better.

"It is and it isn't," comes the cryptic answer. "Usually it is, more or less. Each of those lights represents a soul, after all." And there were so many of them. "But you're a special case! You're both dead and not dead right now, which, usually that doesn't happen? People can almost die but not actually die, but they aren't usually both at the same time, I mean."

"Maruki," Akechi practically spits out. "In that case, I'm surprised you're not inundated right now."

Blue eyes - far too blue to be human, they almost remind him of Morgana, and he was neither human nor a cat, apparently - duck down, glancing away.

"I felt what happened. Everyone caught up in a lie, completely oblivious... if the one controlling that power had wanted to bring ruin, then..." But he shakes his head, bringing himself out of his own thoughts. "It's a good thing that didn't happen, really! And- you're wrong, by the way."

"What?"

"Like I said, you're a special case. I've been able to talk to a lot of people, but I've never been able to ask anyone to send a message back before!"

"Back?" For a moment, Akechi is reduced to parroting back words. Surely they mean something, but the obvious meaning is impossible, and he can't think of anything else. "Who would someone like you even want to send a message to, anyway?"

"Would you believe me if I said they were old enemies, who were also old friends? But, I guess you've had a few of those yourself, right?"

"What would you even know about me?"

Akechi got a lopsided, bittersweet smile in return.

"I've been following you for a lot longer than I think we'd both have liked," come the words that send a shiver down his spine as instincts and senses that were rusty from disuse told him what that meant even as his more conscious mind shied away from the idea of it. "But I hope that after this, we won't be able to talk again for a long, long time."

Something tells Akechi that he's both in no danger whatsoever, and also that he really shouldn't refuse. He expects to be on a strict deadline (ha, dead) but time moves differently here, and apparently they have exactly as much time as they need. No more, and not a second less.

When he opens his eyes again, he can remember everything-

Someone really wanted you to live, Ryoji had said, with a teasing smile, and bright eyes.

It makes him feel small. It makes him feel indebted - to Akira, to Ryoji, in ways that he can't even begin to examine or think of how to repay. It makes him want to give it all back, so that he doesn't have to deal with it, but that would be purely theoretical and besides, he has promises to keep.

First, a debt to Akira, something that to Akechi feels like barely a drop in the ocean and that hopefully Akira and his friends will feel the correct amount of gratitude for.

Secondly-

"Hello- yes, this is Goro Akechi speaking. Is this Mitsuru Kirijo-san? I have a message to pass on to you. Are the names Ryoji Mochizuki and Minato Arisato familiar to you, at all?"

#p3 stuff #p5 stuff #Leona fic #ryoji mochizuki #goro akechi #look I had ideas and then they spilled?#and somehow it worked past my block

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canbean-enby · 1 year

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You Found His Sketchbook Bakugou x gn!reader

~You accidentally find his sketchbook~

Hope you guys like this one!

TW: cussing and mentions of stalker behavior

Best experience in light mode

The hot summer sun was caressing your skin as you read over the sentences in the blond-haired boys' book. Comparing the notes to yours, let’s just say that yours didn't have the pizzazz~ that his notes did.

As you finish up the last page, you feel a slight vibration in your pocket. You take your phone out and see that it is a text from the same person that is letting you borrow their notes.

You rolled your eyes but chuckled at the rude comment then put your phone back, not even bothering with a response. After a couple of minutes, you checked to make sure that you transferred everything into your notes. After confirming, you get up and start walking towards the dorms, letting your mind wonder about the city that you’re in and the people that you have met. Your mind especially wandered to the crimson-eyed boy.

You cannot understand why you admire him but there is just something in your soul that just yearns for his company. Admittedly, you were a little disappointed when he sent you that text because it meant that you won’t interact with him for that short amount of time.

Your heart started to sting at the fact but before your thoughts could continue on, you arrived at the dorms. The shock of how quick you got there washed away as you enter the facility and exchanged smiles with some of your peers.

You take the steps up to his room, wanting to hold onto this piece of him just a little longer. The dragged-out walk lasted a little while and you sighed as you opened the door to his room.

The darkness of the room did not surprise you, and neither did the All Might figure sitting on his dresser, the romance books, or the anime posters sitting on his wall. You have been in here plenty of times before due to the study sessions you both have every other day. Today was supposed to be one of those days but he got caught up with something so you had to supply yourself with the knowledge.

You look around to the room you're used to, to see if he has added anything new to his room. To your surprise, you found a black book sitting on his desk. Now, this is something that you have never seen before.

Your mind races rapidly. Thoughts of invading the blondes' privacy are at the forefront of it. It wouldn’t hurt to look at some of it...right? I mean if there was anything bad then he wouldn’t just leave it out like this.

Both the devil and angel on your shoulder advocate heavily for you to listen to them. In the end, you chose to just place Bakugou’s notebook on the desk and just leave. He wouldn’t touch any of your stuff, you don’t have a right to touch his.

As you were reassuring yourself of your decision, your hand knocks the sketchbook over anyway. It just so happened to flip open to one of the first pages. Was that...you? You move in a bit closer to see but someone swipes it up before you could see the detail that Bakugou put into the drawing.

“What part of my text made you think you could look through my shit? I didn't know you were illiterate.”

Your whole body froze as you heard the sly comment from him. When he usually insults you, there is a slightly joking tone you can catch every time. However, this time you couldn't seem to find it.

“Oi, dumbass, I’m talking to you.” He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around in one smooth motion. His firm hand stays on your shoulder as he continues to chew you out. Telling you how much of an idiot you were for going through his things and that he didn't know you were a stalker. You started to become mad at his demeaning tone so you interrupted him, “to my defense, you dick, it fell and I was going to pick it up. And as a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that was me in your drawing. Therefore, you have no right to call me a stalker.” His mouth immediately shut as you voiced your observation. A small pink tint grew on his face but was invisible to you because of the lack of lighting in the room.

The room went silent for a few moments, he then scoffed and put the sketchbook back on his desk, and turned the light on in his room. You looked over to see the same drawing that was on the ground right in front of you. The detail pounced at you and you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your mouth. The small imperfections on your face, even your birthmark...it all looked so incredibly real. You turned back over to the male with widened eyes, “when did you draw this?”

He scoffed once again and broke the eye contact that you both held for a few milliseconds. “Why the fuck you wanna know?” His remark was met with silence as you turned the pages of the sketchbook. Your jaw dropped even further as different sketches of Japan met your eyes, even drawings of your friends were featured in the sketchbook. You couldn't help but notice that every other picture was of you. There wasn’t a single batch of pages that didn’t feature you. Why the hell did he draw you so much? You thought out of all of you, he would draw himself the most. But there wasn’t one page that had the crimson-eyed male on it. His gauntlets were the closest thing to it.

“Is there a reason you haven’t drawn yourself?” You look back over at him but he still isn’t making eye contact. “I don’t know, just- don’t feel like it. Would rather draw other people instead.”

“Well, I think your style is pretty nice. Drawing yourself in this style wouldn’t look too bad.” His head turned back to you, eyes gazing into your own “tell anyone about this and you're dead.” You chuckled softly, you know that is his way of saying thank you.

If you enjoyed this, please leave a like. Let me know if you guys would like a part 2. I kinda have an idea for it so just let me know. Also, If you have any suggestions for what character I should write about next then write it in the comments, message me, or leave it somewhere I can see it (can you tell idk how tumbler works ;-;) Love you all and thank you so much for reading.

Part 2 Part 3

#part2?#bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #mha fluff #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou fluff #bnha fluff #sketchbook

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voidandabyssal · 3 months

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Swapfell bros meeting you for the first time hc’s!

I’ve been rereading ‘dirty laundry’ by @popatochisssp and I now have a strong urge to talk about my own sf boys!!

Requests are open btw!

Black:

Ngl you two meet in the worst way possible

You are the seventh human to fall down into the Underground and the last human that needs to die for all of Monsterkinds freedom

Suffice to say, it’s not a friendly start to the relationship

As soon as Black hears about a human wandering through Snowdin he drags his brother out to track you down.

Of course, being the honourable monster he is, he offers for you to complete three of his and his brother’s puzzles.

Complete the puzzles and he lets you move on to Waterfall, fail even one! and well, the puzzles aren't exactly child friendly.

You get through each one, shockingly quickly, and without suffering grievous injury.

Black's a little shocked at it. You're even better than some of the guard recruits!

as you're walking out of town, readying yourself for the battle that will be Waterfall. Black challenges you to a battle. He demands to know what you've got in you that lets you finish his most dangerous puzzles in a few minutes!

He drags you back to his home and keeps you locked in his shed, or "TEMPORARY HUMAN PRISON CELL" as he likes to call it.

At least now you're relationship progresses a little further.

He finds you... charming, a curiosity to be sure. Not many people can find ways to sneak into his mind like you can. He enjoys your bantering, even if you're both supposed to be enemies.

He comes in a few times a day, eager to interrogate you. He starts regretting being so eager to call up Alphys and inform her about you

For once in his life, Black is left conflicted. Things had been so easy before he met you, protect his brother, earn his promotions and give everyone a reason to fear the name 'Black'

And now? Well, he protected those he cared for.

After a short conversation, he 'conveniently' forgets to relock the shed door, and 'accidentally' slips up and tells you about an old cabin deep into Snowdin's forest that was totally isolated and far away from any Monsters.

He's happy when he comes back with Alphys a few hours later to find you totally gone, no doubt headed for that dilapidated home.

From there, he manages to find the time to slip past his home and work duties, bringing you food and clothes to keep you fed and alive.

He just hopes another human falls soon. Black doesn't think he could handle seeing you dead in front of the queen, her hand gripping around your soul cruelly.

Mutt:

Mutt was the first one to find you, luckily you'd hidden from all the other Monsters that had wandered up near the ruin doors. Unlucky for you, Mutt is way to perceptive to not see you.

Though he is pretty high, so he kinda just assumes you're not real? or maybe just a weird looking monster. He's not gonna judge!

So you both end up just chilling at his sentry station. You're too tired to keep moving ahead, and Mutt is way to lazy to actually do anything about the potential human sitting next to him

You're harmless anyways! With the way you're shaking he doubts you could even hurt a Whimsum.

Soon he can hear Black, storming off in the distance, his voice echoing against the tall pine trees. He lazily tells you to duck under the sentry stand and wait until Blacks gone.

He disappears with his brother, leaving you to fend for yourself out in the cold night.

He comes back the next day, shocked to find you still there. He'd have thought you'd have run back to Asgore by now.

Hang out continues with you shivering a lot more noticeably.

You know you're growing on him when he lets you borrow his coat.

Black finds out about you soon enough, Mutt never could keep much from his older brother.

oh boy is he pissed his idiot brother had been hanging out with a human for weeks without saying anything!

"YOU'RE A SENTRY, MUTT!" Black curses,

Mutt actually does stand up for you though. It's the first time in a long time that he's ever cared about anything to be so proactive.

It's a lengthy argument but Black relents and agrees to hide you in their home.

You stay in Mutts room and you avoid the windows and you don't do anything that could raises suspicion! Those were blacks rules, which you were more than happy to follow. Anything to escape the cold.

You get a lot closer with Mutt, aside from Undyne (who he really only talks to online) you're basically his only friend, so you end up talking a lot, find you share more in common than you think.

From there things really only improve (well, aside from Blacks opinion on you, but there isn't a lot you could do to change that stubborn old bros mind on you)

#undertale headcanons #sans x reader #voidimagines #undertale au #undertale #papyrus x reader #swapfell #sans undertale #undertale papyrus

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littlequeenies · 6 months

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💬 Mike Bobis: “I wonder what Dem would be like now. Probably still trying to talk me into doing things I know I shouldn’t but would, simply cause it’d be easier than dealing with her giving me shit for not doing them. I do miss them [Demri and Layne]. They’d be the best hippie parents ever. We could barely get Dem to wear a shirt sometimes. Oh Dem, the wild child.”

💬 Amber Ferrano: “Demri was just a girl who wanted to follow her dreams... She wanted to marry a man she loved, have kids, and live on a block with all her friends so we could watch each other’s kids, garden together and borrow sugar". 💬 Fabiola Gonzalez: “She always said, ‘What’s the big deal? I have a boy’s chest!’. Best parents ever. I miss that they weren’t here to share in it. When Kurt [Cobain] passed I came to Seattle and saw Dem, and she put her ear to my pregnant belly and said, ‘Isn’t it wild? Two boys!’. When the boys were less than a year old, I went to Mad Season with Layne’s stepdad. After the show, I showed him pictures, and Layne saw my son’s photo and grinned, ‘He’s got big ears!’. They always wanted children. I met Dem’s baby sister [Christa Dougherty] and Layne held her close. They wanted, but they knew their ‘condition’. The last time we saw her was at Wedgewood, she made sure to come out to our car and give my sons lovins’ in their car seats, they were barely two years old. I saw it in her eyes and felt it in her soul. How I wish and hoped Demri would be around here for a while and have her own, and share in the joy of babies. She would have been a beautiful mom. Besides my boys, they were the loves of my life. They were so full of life! That’s what they left us – live life love. Never take it for granted, never abandon children!”

💬: “I knew Demri before she was with Layne, she was a good friend. I always thought she was going to be famous, but not like this. She should have been a photographer or in the theater. We talked a lot about leaving our little school and doing cool things. Looking for words here, I am so sad. I seen her one more time when she got back from art school, then it was my time to leave. I always thought we would see each other again and would share some great stories, not this. It wasn’t neat or cool, it’s heartbreaking.”

💬 Amber Ferrano: "More than anything, I am so sad that Layne and Demri were good people and had to go through such sorrow; life could be so different and wonderful for them now... I remember when Demri died people were using the phrase, “What a waste”. Kathleen was hurt by that and would say, “My daughter’s life wasn’t a waste”. I felt “It was a “waste” in that Demri did not get all the great things she deserved back in life. I think we all would have loved to see that happen for her..."

💬 Fabiola H Gonzalez: “I just know that Layne and Demri dreamed of having kids. The dream was marriage, kids and the white picket fence, and part of the dream was a lot of art, expression and unconditional love.”

💬 Carolyn Hart Gutierrez: "I always imagined that she grew up and became a happy little momma who would teach her children to believe in magic and that if you wish on a star your wish will come true, and to dance in the rain. That's what I believe. Demri may be gone, but she is never forgotten."

From Memories of Demri, very special thanks to Ana <3

Photos 1 & 2 by Alison Dyer, 3 & 4 by Krista Kay.

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — LOSE YOU TO LOVE ME (CHILDE X READER).

#. synopsis! — he's so pretty it hurts (in more ways than one) .

#. characters! — childe .

#. warnings! — mentions of toxic relationship dynamics, angst .

#. word count! — 1.4k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

The day you first met Childe lives deep within your memories, —ginger locks and bright blue eyes searing themselves into you; flesh and bone. His clothing hugged every inch of him, and you, admittedly, stared for a little too long. Childe didn’t seem to mind the attention, though. Rather, he relished in it; in the way you became bashful the moment he gazed back at you, eyes widening like you’d been caught red-handed doing something bad. He thought it was cute.

Under the devilish smile, you knew he was no good for you. His rank among the Fatui Harbingers was just another red flag, —the first of many, of which he had more than enough. But you, in all your youthful naivete, chose to ignore each and every warning sign that he wore on his sleeve like a badge of honor. Maybe something in you liked the way Childe didn’t seem to care about the opinions of others, liked the way he was unabashedly himself, even under the worst of circumstances. Although he was far from perfect, he was candid and confident. . . Qualities you desperately wanted for yourself, but had yet to grow into, and you all but clung to Childe as if being close to him would make them rub off on you.

He cared so little for the opinions of others, and you sought approval from roughly everyone you’d ever met. If someone didn’t like him, it was a them problem, but if someone didn’t like you, it felt something akin to existential.

But the bitter truth of it all that still remains is that Childe was nothing but trouble. In retrospect, you’d known that all along, —but admitting it had been the hard part. He knew all the right things to say to sweep you off your feet, and looking back, that too had been yet another red flag waving about erratically in the breeze. Anyone who knows all the right things to say has said those same things a million times before. . . He was feeding you regurgitated love lines, and shamefully, you feasted on them because they made you feel good. Special. Loved.

Every word that fell from Childe’s rogue pink lips had been whispered into the ear of another, likely from somewhere else across Teyvat. You were simply his Liyue pitstop. He was living on borrowed time and speaking with the tongue of another, and you placed your fragile little heart in his hands; hands that had no intention of ever keeping it safe.

Not that it was entirely his fault.

Though you've never been there, he used to tell you that it was lonely at the top. He would tell you stories of walking through the snow-covered streets of Snezhnaya, his gaze catching locals that he'd played with when they were kids. . . Now, they duck their heads and look away. Some offer him a strained smile, one that never meets their eyes. It seems they'd long forgotten the little boy of their youth, —the one who'd start snowball fights and be the first to sled down a dangerous slope, just to show others it was possible.

As he grew, those same children grew with him, and in turn, they grew apart. They took very different paths, to say the least of it. Childe, of course, got caught up with the Fatui in one way or another and began chasing adrenaline in the thick of battle. He sought to quench bloodlust that had always been there, hidden just below the surface.

As far as he knows, the others tread very different plains.

Adventurer, one who's off exploring the world as it exists beyond Snezhnaya. Seamstress, one who fixes lots of garments for the locals. Writer, one who bares the soul for the consumption of others. So on, and so forth.

Childe, of course, chose a very different path. He explores the nations away from his homeland out of sheer obligation; —the upper ranked Harbingers know it best to keep him at arm's length. The less he's around, the less he'll know. And the less Childe knows, the better.

He fixes things every now and again, but is much more accustomed to breaking them, —tearing them apart at the seams. That's his mode of mending though, so maybe he's come full circle somehow.

Childe also bares his soul, but rarely for the consumption of others. It's more about self preservation, that innate desire he has that always lingers just below the surface. . . The one that eggs him on, pushes him to chase his highs on the battlefield. Then, he supposes, not many people have lived to tell the tale of his naked soul.

You've certainly never been privy to it, although you've run your lips and hands across every inch of his naked skin. You know it's not the same, but. . . Sometimes, it's nice to pretend that it is. It's nice to pretend that Childe looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. It's nice to pretend that he fiends for your kiss and thinks to himself that he's never felt love this good before.

You really wanna be different, —the exception to all of his rules.

Maybe you thought you had the advantage, meeting him on your home turf and all. He was the outlander, the brand new face amongst the crowd, while you were steady and secure. . . Or, you probably should have been. Unfortunately, it was all too easy to get caught up in his motions, to let yourself be submerged in his waters.

He explored your terrain in the dead of night, lips ghosting all the sweetest spots. His arms held you tightly, but his hands were gentle. Childe worked you down to flesh and bone again, —awash in sunkissed moonlight.

And maybe Childe really liked the innocence of your gaze, —thought that he could preserve it until he was ready to dismantle it completely. It was all too easy, but the lack of a challenge was invigorating. You were something he didn't have to fight for.

He'd still lose in the end, though.

The two of you were much too different, and not even opposites attract could bridge the ever-present gap. There was no common ground, no compromises to be had. It was his way or no way, and you left empty-handed time and time again.

Childe was a free-spirit, the kind that can't be tied down to anything or anyone. He seemed to come and go with the breeze, —one minute he'd be there sleeping soundly in your bed, and the next, you'd wake up alone. You always found a way to spin his disinterest into optimism. . . He left his jacket, that means he'll come back!

He left a note, and it didn't say goodbye!

He kissed me on the forehead when he thought I was asleep. . .

You cringe to think of all the excuses you made for him, all the positive points you carved out in your mind that he never even deserved. You loathe to think about all the times you sat and convinced yourself of his authenticity, because admitting that he didn't love you was just too painful to cope with.

You found the good in him; the young man made of shattered glass and ocean eyes.

Romanticizing him was simple. All those little lies he told you? —He did it to keep you safe, to protect you from the dangers of loving a Fatui Harbinger. All those lonely nights you spent waiting for him to show up? —He was stopped on his way, but fought so hard to see you in the dead of night. You looked deeper, searched the depths of his soul for layers of hurt and despair. . . Anything that would explain why you weren't enough.

In the end, Childe isn’t all that profound.

He’s just a hurricane of hurt and betrayal, an utter mess of smooth words and sweet nothings. As he lives and breathes, Childe is the human embodiment of sin. He leaves little more than heartache and salty tears in his wake.

Even now, a part of you craves for him, —wants to feel his lips as they slot against yourself, so deceptively sweet. A part of you yearns for his warmth, the kind that lulls you into a disarming sleep. A part of you even believes that he's worth it; all the pain, all the lonely nights, all the restless weeks and days that drone on, and on, and on. . .

But you know better.

Next you see him, you pass him by on the streets of Liyue, and you don’t spare him a single glance.

#childe #childe x reader #genshin #genshin reader insert #childe reader insert #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #childe x reader angst #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader angst

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lefisa · 2 years

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍

Night Creatures [hc]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 demons, vampires, and werewolves, we know them as evil bloodthirsty creatures but many of them also have a good side and these are the stories of how you meet them, mainly in a not really good way.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 au. fantasy. angst. little bit crack

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 enhypen x gn!human!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 1.93k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 mentions of blood, death, a little bit suggestive, maybe angst, mentions of sleeping together (nothing happens bc I'm still a minor)

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐔'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 this was my first hc so don't be too strict with me. I also want to write some one-shots about the hc so please look forward. I'm also really sorry that I haven't posted in a while.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆⛓️

He is like satans son and just showed up in your room when you "accidentally” summoned him

You knew that this was not a good idea, but you still did it

so you found a book about summoning demons in the library and borrowed it

when you were back home, you began the little ritual and read the spells which were written in Latin

first, it happened nothing

then, it began to storm, the candles were blown out, and lightning lighted up your dark room

suddenly it was quiet again

after a few minutes, a soft but harsh voice began to speak

"what do you want from me?"

you were shocked

you didn't know what to answer, and the boy got slightly annoyed

"you summoned me, so tell me how I can help you."

okay look, maybe that was a little problem, bc you were 90% sure that this wouldn't work, so you haven't thought of smth you wanted from the demon

"uhh"

"so you summoned me just for fun, and you don't have a "wish", huh?"

I mean, he was kinda right

"look if you don't have something, I can just take your soul with me, but I'm not going back without anything."

"my soul?!"

"yeah, that's how it works."

to be honest, you kinda forgot about that part

he probably saw your face and made an offer instead

"I actually always wanted to live in the upper world like a human."

and from this moment on, the demon lives with you, till you have a "wish" or the demon wants to go

and just saying that he is a really good roommate

𝐉𝐀𝐘⛓️

incubus

sleeps with women to survive

he hates it

like he loves the feeling but not the aftereffect and the meaning for him

but he wouldn't say no to an ons

until he met you

you saw each other first at a party of a friend

you just wanted to learn more about jay

jay thought that you wanted to sleep with him

so you had a really awkward conversation

bc he told you that he doesn't want to sleep with you

and you just were like bitch are you being fr i never said i want to sleep with you either

jay would've never thought of being rejected so it kinda hurt his feelings

after that party, you two hung out more with each other and you actually caught feeling for each other

but no one wanted to admit it

jay bc he was still an incubus

and you bc you thought he was still an absolute jerk

after a few months, jay couldn't hold back his feelings anymore and asked you out

when you two were officially dating, he told you about the incubus thing

at first, you thought it was a joke

i mean who wouldn't?

but jays expression stayed serious so you started to believe him

and when you realized what he actually said, you freaked out

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄⛓️

werewolf

he was actually born as a werewolf

beta probably next alpha

he met you on a full moon night

you were going for a night walk with your dog in a forest near your home

jake was in this forest too but not for the same reason as you

even though he was born a werewolf, he couldn't fully control his transformation yet

so you were walking through the forest when suddenly your dog became nervous. He started to bark and finally ran away

you tried to run after him but he already disappeared deeper into the forest

out of nowhere, you heard twigs cracking and a rustle in the bushes

you looked around with fear

"you shouldn't be alone in the forest on a full moon night."

a boy said with gritted teeth. He was covered in sweat and had dark circles under his eyes

your dog was right behind him

you heard smth cracking, it sounded like bones were cracking

"You should go now."

"Why?"

"I said go!"

the boy looked at the ground and when he lifted his face again his eyes were shining yellow and a rumble came out of his chest

now you began to worry more and started to run away, the mysterious boy right behind you

you ran through the forest to your house and thought you had left the boy behind

when you came home, you quickly went inside and locked the door behind you

tears were falling down your face and you gasped for air

a knocking was heard from your door and you ran up the stairs

from now on you were sure that you will never ever go out on a full moon

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍⛓️

vampire

he saved you

and then he wanted to suck the blood out of your body

you were walking from the grocery store back to your house

as you were pushed into a dark alley and pressed to a cold stone wall

in front of you was an older man in his forties, probably drunk

you wanted to scream, but nothing came out of your mouth

suddenly a voice was to hear

"piss of! I think she is a little bit too young for you."

but the man didn't move

"I said go away!"

now the boy walked up to you

he hollowed out and slapped the man in the face so he ran away

you looked into the boy's face and saw red glowing eyes

after a few seconds, the boy started to smile smirk, and you could see the sharp teeth in his mouth

now you were a little bit scared

"I just saved you from this old man, so you should do me a favor."

the boy walked closer to you

"maybe I can try a bit of your blood."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Are you sure?"

the boy showed you his sharp canines, and you were in disbelief

a vampire

"you should keep quiet. I don't want to rip open your carotid artery."

the vampire came closer to your neck and was ready to bite

but you moved your neck fast from his mouth

the boy looked disappointed

"If I can't drink from you, then you have to give me your number."

you shook your head in scepsis but still gave him your number

bc rather that than dying at this moment

and now you are texting with than mysterious boy who wanted to drink your blood

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎⛓️

banshee

being a banshee is hard

Sunoo hears voices all the time

yk lydia martin? Yeah it's almost the same

so he also saw you dead

you were his classmate, but you never talked to him

sunoo still liked you and had a huge crush on you tbh

he liked you bc you were the class president and an absolutely kind person

the banshee didn't want you to die, so he did the only right thing for him

telling you, you're about to die

and this was rule number 1 for a banshee, never tell anyone that someone will die

when you heard it from sunoo, you began to laugh

you just found it funny when the person you had writing class with, told you that he saw you dying

and when he started to scream, you thought he was a psychopath

"I just want to help you, y/n!"

"Why should I believe you?"

"If I tell you that mr. baek will die tomorrow, would you believe me?"

mr. baek was your math teacher, he was an old man in his sixties, but he seemed like he was a hundred

it was impossible, so you shook your head

"Look! I can't prove it to you, so please just believe me and let me in

you still thought that he was lying, but you still let him in your house

sunoo told you everything about that banshee thing

after a few hours, he was about to go home, and you suggested to walk with him to the next bus stop

but when you were about to cross the road, a car has driven towards you at full throttle

sunoo was already on the other side, but when he saw the car, he ran towards you and pushed you out of the way

when you saw your life passing by your inner eye, you began to kinda believe him

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍⛓️

fallen angel

kicked out of haven bc of several reasons

one reason is that he made a pact with the devil bc he fell in love with a human but it was forbidden for angels so he asked if he could live as a human for a few months

Then he accidentally killed the girl :D

God was not very happy

so he sent jungwon to earth

and tbh jungwon did not want to disappoint the big boss

he really missed the heaven

till he found you

you knew him for a few months now and you were in a happy relationship

ofc you didn't know about his little secret

hid his wings in a secret room in his flat

kinda like lucifer

I mean it was evident that you would find them sooner or later

and you just wanted to play hide and seek when you saw them

you searched for a place to hide when you saw that room you've never seen before and thought that would be a great hideout

the door was open so you slipped in

the room was dark so your eyes needed a moment to adjust

when you were able to see again you looked around and couldn't believe your eyes

that the room was dark was incorrect because when you took a closer look you saw a light in the middle of the room

the light was illuminating big white wings which looked really expensive

you wondered why your bf would own smth like this

you couldn't remember he was a cosplayer

"YN were are you"

"I'm here"

jungwon followed your voice and had a really bad feeling about the direction he was going

when he reached you he began to stutter a bit

"I-I can explain"

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈⛓️

black magic witch

he is in a coven of natural witches but always wanted to try black magic

so he bought a black magic book from the voodoo market

he also has a few voodoo dolls in his room now

no one in his coven knows about this

he teaches himself black magic

Riki tried to learn a new spell and ended up in your house

at this moment, you were in the kitchen and tried to cook smth when you heard a high scream

you turned around and saw a tall boy standing in your living room, just wearing black

tbh he looked like a 6ft emo titan

you also began to scream

after a few seconds, the boy stopped screaming and looked around

"where am I?"

"who are you?"

"I'm riki. Who are you?"

"Why do you care. You just broke into my house!"

"I didn't!"

the boy told you that he couldn't remember how he ended up here

a few days later you saw that boy again in the mall, you got to know him better and slowly started to become friends

but riki said nothing about that witch, black magic thing

several months had passed when you heard a fast knocking on your door

when you opened it, you saw Riki heavily breathing

he looked tired and upset

"hurry up! we have to go. My coven is searching after us."

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reinarandraw · 1 year

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Sam didn't believe in soulmates. Well, he no longer believed it.

OFMD Rare Pair Week 2023 @ofmdrarepairweek

Day 03: Soulmates / Heartbreak / (Found) Families [art & 1.6k oneshot]

This is also a backstory of Sam Bellamy from my long Bellhands The Last Voyage [AO3 HERE]

As usual, you can read the fic on [AO3 HERE] or you can click read more and read it here!

Sam didn't believe in soulmates. Well, he no longer believed it.

He once believed in true love and soulmates, when he was still an innocent country boy making his name in a big town. As an orphan living alone in the harsh busy town, the thought of there was someone out there for him was a comforting thought. Isn't it great how the universe creates someone to accompany you for the rest of your life? He only needed to look at his ma and pa and how the love they shared helped them to get through the agony of dying slowly from starvation. Love couldn’t sustain their physical body, but at least it brought comfort knowing that they had someone to get through the hardship together.

So young Sam Bellamy dreamed of finding the right girl for him. He worked hard, learned his letters and numbers on his own, begged people to teach him things he didn't know, and tried to become better. He saved his money. He only bought things he needed. He only ate to sustain his body so he could wake up and repeat the process. He did all that because he believed that if he lived an honest life then surely gods or the universe would reward him, right?

Time went by. The innocent boy grew into a naive young man. He still looked at the bright side of the world and dreamed of finding his soulmate. For years he worked and educated himself with borrowed books from the library. For years he found friendship with his boss' son Paulsgrave. Years went by and the right girl had yet come into his life. Maybe he was just too young. Maybe when he was older, he would find that girl.

He was eighteen when he finally met someone who made his heart leap and his world brightened simply by her smile and soft words.

Maria Hallet was her name. She was the daughter of a wealthy farmer who just moved to Cape Cod. She made his heart skip a beat when she smiled at him. His bleak world suddenly had colors in it. He loved her way too much and she loved him back. Young Sam was convinced she was the girl fate had given to him and he was determined to marry her. If only her father allowed him to do that.

He didn't blame her father for not giving her hand to him in marriage. After all, he was nothing but a poor man who made a living by working odd jobs here and there. But it didn't deter him. It was nothing but a test to prove his love, wasn't it? In the fairy tale books he borrowed from Paul's house, a prince must slay the dragon to get the princes. He just needed to find a way to get more money.

So he dragged his best pal Paul with him for a treasure hunt. He had worked in the dock long enough to know a lot of sailors who were willing to go to his endeavor. Treasure hunting was not as profitable as he thought but he didn't give up. Every night his soul yearned for his soul mate and it motivated him to press forward.

When his ship was boarded by pirates, Sam joined them, thinking that piracy was the quickest way to get rich. Paul - his loyal best friend who got dragged to his messy life - told him he got used to piracy too quickly, it terrified him. Sam pitied him a little. As a son of a merchant, Paul never knew real hardship. Sam's hard lonely life had prepared him for this. He had spent his childhood hungry most of the time. His teenage years were spent on the street, fighting for food. He knew how to use his fist to defend himself. He could do it all over again. Learn, adapt, survive. All for love.

Sam believed things would work out in the end if he gave his best. Everything started to go accordingly. Captain Hornigold took a liking on him and made him his first mate. When they captured a new ship, he gave her to him. He was sure he made the right decision when he led the mutiny and took over Marriane with Paul as his first mate. He captured more ships, got more money. It was great. After five years, he finally had enough money to marry Maria.

He came home too late.

Maria died alone, starving, and in poverty three years ago. Her father disowned her after he found out she was pregnant with Sam's baby.

Why was Faye so cruel like this? Why did the universe give Maria to him and take her away? And his child! They were conceived and then died like that? Why? Why promised a life full of happiness and love just to take it? Was it a punishment for all the bad deeds he had done as a pirate? It couldn't be, right? Maria was a good person. Her only sin was probably sleeping with him. And maybe some little petty things. But surely it didn't mean she needed to die so miserably like that.

Was it all his fault? He wasn't a good man. Even though he tried to be good, his hands were too bloodied. Was she punished because of his sin? Was that how to work? You did good and good would come to you and vice versa.

No. No, he wouldn't accept this.

There was no god, only humans. Their neighbor deceived his parents and forced them into poverty. Her father was the one that sent her to the street to die. Men hurt each other. Real humans were the reason for his suffering. Men's cruelty and greed for money.

Money. He needed money if he wanted to protect himself. It was the reason why he was hungry when he was a child. If he had money, Maria would still be alive.

The naive young man grew into a vindictive and avaricious man on the day he watched Mr. Hallet was stripped for all his wealth and status and was forced to live on the street. Those who wronged him must suffer.

If fate was so cruel to punish good people then he swore he would go against Fate itself.

Paul told him he had changed, but he didn’t care. He raged against the world. He captured more ships, amassing his wealth and influence. People knew him. People feared him. He paved his way on blood, trying to minimize collateral damage while doing so. He took people who were victims of the system like himself and showed them a new life. He was hungry to learn more so he kept the company of people more skillful than him.

For almost two decades, he raised from no one to become The Prince of Pirates, the Robin Hood of the Sea. He was richer than the governors in the Bahamas. He had more influence here than the king of England. The universe tried to screw him and he gave it his middle finger and became the most successful pirate in history. He chose his own path.

Then the universe came knocking on his door.

The storm hit his ship. His crew sank with Whydah. His money lay forgotten at the bottom of the ocean. A lot of people died yet he survived.

Maybe it was the way the universe humbled him. He had gone astray for far too long. The anger he had before was gone, replaced by sinking guilt and depression. He was just a man trying to fight against the world and failed. Maybe it was all in vain. There was no escape from this cruel world. Maybe there were gods and they were all cruel and liked to play sadistic games.

He had lost all hope. His days were bleak. He just wished the time could just stop. He felt the world was moving on without him. Something was missing in his life, but he didn’t know what it was. He decided to sail again, naming his ship Last Voyage. He told his friends that it was another chance to be happy again. One more voyage. If the void in his life was still there after this then maybe… maybe it was better for him to just…

He met Israel Hands and suddenly the world was not so bleak anymore.

Sam didn’t believe in soulmates. He didn’t want to believe someone was made specifically for him. Fate was cruel and gods like to play with you. But Israel made his heart beat again. He made him feel something. The moment he lied his eyes on Israel’s bruised knuckles and feral grin as he punched people away from him, a spark ignited within him. He hadn’t seen anyone as beautiful as Israel. He was utterly besotted with that little angry man.

Maybe gods indeed like to play sadistic games because how on earth did he fall for an angry feral man like Israel Hands?

Israel Hands was a complicated man with a short fuse. Learning his tick and buttons was fun at first. Then he became genuinely obsessed because he wanted to see Israel smile. He wanted to hear him laugh. He wanted to shower Israel with affection because it was clear the man was underappreciated before this. He wanted to buy him things. He wanted to cherish him. He wanted to make him his.

Sam didn’t believe in soulmate but he was sure Israel Hands was the missing piece of his life.

He wouldn’t let anyone take the love of his life ever again. Those who attempted to do that would suffer.

#ofmdrarepair23 #bellhands #sam bellamy #izzy hands #another super late sorry

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nilolol30 · 1 year

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Endangered: Doc's ending

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Ever since B-12 got his own body Doc asked him to have a check in once a week just to make sure everything is working fine and also just for little interviews about humans or stuff only B-12 knows since ya know he's been stuck in the network for so long but now they are pretty much lab partners now.

"Oh human will you be joining me? I'm visiting Doc for another interview" B-12 asked picking some of his notebooks and a small bookbag.

Since Doc didn't tell anyone he was building B-12 an entire body he had no place to stay until his house was built so I offered him my own place I had 2 spare rooms may as well put one into good use.

"Sure why not!" Hopping downstairs I meet B-12 at the door he shook his head.

"You really shouldn't do that you might hurt yourself"

"B-12 I've jumped from building to building, ran around the sewers with zurks chasing me behind and break into house's I don't think jumping down the stairs will do anything to me" I retort closing the door.

"Fair point but it never hurts to be safe" B-12 states patting my head jokingly and started heading to Doc's place he lived near one of the ends of the town near an old garbage dump it was at a decent distance so thankfully it didn't stink.

I think Doc chose this spot for the discarded electronics and other things humans left behind while Seamus wanted to use extra parts to build a playground for the little bots and for Stray and his family apparently from what I've heard one of them are having kits Momo is keeping a close eye on them for me so I can check up on them and help out.

B-12 softly knocked on Doc's door after hearing a few stumbling sounds Seamus opened the door with a smile.

"Oh human B-12 hi! papa is in his lab" Seamus moved to the side to let us in.

"You go have your interview I'll wait" B-12 nodded and walked into the lab Seamus offered me a seat in the living room and we catched up on what was happening me asking about how the playground is going along and him asking about the deliverys.

After talking we sat in an comfortable silence as we watched Tv it was on the news updating everyone on everything on the surface an in the walled city apparently all the sentinels have broken down after being exposed to the sun light it was unknown how but Clementine was pretty happy about it.

"...papa has a crush on you" Seamus spills out of nowhere.

I nearly choked on my own saliva and stared at him waiting for him to say 'haha got you' or 'kidding' or something but I was only met with a blank stare back.

"You're serious?" I laughed nervously.

"I heard him pretending to confess to you in the mirror with some flowers he borrowed from Clementine" Wow Seamus really do be snitching.

"I-I see..." Honestly I'm not sure how to go about this really this is coming out of nowhere.

"I know you like him too everyone does your bad at hiding it papa and is too dumb to figure it out" wow Seamus is also coming after my emotions too.

"Okay thanks for the heads up-" I'm still waiting for Seamus to just start laughing but he is still staring into my soul.

"Want me to tell him?"

"No! No no I can- this sort of thing takes time" I'm not asking Doc's son to confess for me I'd rather face that huge horrifying eye instead.

"Okay" Seamus then turns back to face the Tv again acting like this was just a normal conversation.

Now we sat in awkward silence I was just waiting for B-12 to come out so I can book it through the doors and run for the hills.

This interview is taking forever and Seamus just seems unbothered about the situation.

"Hey guys we're done" B-12 says walking out the lab with Doc waving to greet me but suddenly Seamus pointed at me.

"Papa the Human likes you back!"

.......

This little bit-

"I'll uhh leave you two at it let's go Seamus" B-12 grabs Seamus by the jacket and dragged him out the door Doc understandably has a shocked and nervous look.

"I Really should fix that boys filter" you think?

"So... You practiced a confession?" I couldn't help myself I didn't know how to start and that was the only opening I could think of.

Doc fell to his knees in shame covering his screen with his palms.

"Oh my god he saw that!? I'm so sorry this must be very embarrassing for you" I walk over to Doc crouching down to his level.

"I think you missed the part where Seamus said I liked you honestly I'm kinda glad he told me about your feelings no matter how awkward that was but still" At that Doc looks out from his palms then at me.

"I'm sorta glad too? I'm just mad I didn't get to use my practiced speech" Doc laughed slightly.

"A speech? Well I'm not stopping you" I laughed as Doc nudged me with his elbow.

"Absolutely not I've embarrassed myself enough today I'll do it when we have a date"

"Aww then I can't wait to hear it" standing up I helped pull Doc back up to his feet he tilted his head to the side and looked past me with an unamused look.

Turning around I saw Seamus, B-12 and Kosma looking through the window Kosma quickly running away when spotted Seamus was giving thumbs up to his father.

"Away with all of you! Can't a bot have privacy??" Doc pulled the blinds down while angrily waving his fist as I laughed this poor man can't catch a break.

"Why...why don't we uhhh 'chill out'?" Doc asked signaling to the couch.

"Won't it be dark soon? What about Seamus?" Is he really locking his son outside?

"I'm sure B-12 will keep him company" Doc signed sitting next to me and switching the channel.

"I wish this was a bit more romantic I was planning something better" Doc laughed rubbing the back of his head.

"Hey it's okay at least we have a funny story to share"

"Please don't tell Clementine she'll never let me live it down" I pretended to think for a moment.

"Hmmm maybe... If I get to have two days delivery free" Doc pretend to gasp at my words putting a hand on his chest in fake offence.

"How dare you!" He put the back of his falm on his forehead for the finishing touch.

"Because I'd rather spend those days with you~" I leaned onto Doc's side.

"Oh flattering now? Well you are pulling me by the wires...okay three days off" I laughed and extra day off score! I mean I don't really have to do the deliverys since it's just me offering help but I thought it would be funny.

#stray #stray x reader #stray game x reader #stray doc #doc x reader #stray doc x reader

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mednafox · 1 year

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Remembering John Lennon.

Here he is. Imagining.

John Lennon was an inspirational person to me & a lot of other people as well. Even though I have never met him, I'd like to think that me and him would be pretty good friends, though we might not agree on everything.

I'd like to take a moment to list off my favorite John songs throughout his whole musical career.

In The Beatles

If I Fell (A Hard Day's Night, 1964)

Tell Me Why (A Hard Day's Night, 1964)

No Reply (Beatles For Sale, 1964)

I Don't Want To Spoil The Party (Beatles For Sale, 1964)

Help! (Help!, 1965)

Nowhere Man (Rubber Soul, 1965)

Tomorrow Never Knows (Revolver, 1966)

Rain (Single, 1966)

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967)

A Day In The Life (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967)

I Am The Walrus (Magical Mystery Tour, 1967)

Strawberry Fields Forever (Single, 1967)

Revolution (Single, 1968)

Dear Prudence (The Beatles, 1968)

Glass Onion (The Beatles, 1968)

Cry Baby, Cry (The Beatles, 1968)

Dig A Pony (Let It Be, 1970)

Don't Let Me Down (Single, 1969)

Come Together (Abbey Road, 1969)

I Want You (She's So Heavy) (Abbey Road, 1969)

Solo

Love (Plastic Ono Band, 1970)

Hold On (Plastic Ono Band, 1970)

Imagine (Imagine, 1971)

Crippled Inside (Imagine, 1971)

Happy Xmas (War is Over!) (Single, 1971)

Mind Games (Mind Games, 1973)

#9 Dream (Walls and Bridges, 1974)

Whatever Gets You Through The Night (Walls and Bridges, 1974)

(Just Like) Starting Over (Double Fantasy, 1980)

Beautiful Boy (Double Fantasy, 1980)

Nobody Told Me (Milk and Honey, 1984)

Grow Old With Me (Milk and Honey, 1984)

Borrowed Time (Milk and Honey, 1984)

#the beatles #john lennon #rest in peace #imagine #peace

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mxckiemxn · 2 years

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Infectious-Chapter 2. Beautiful Person

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word Count: 1,065

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You smiled at Yoongi’s text before dragging yourself out of bed to go take a quick shower before the boys arrive. After washing up, you threw on a baggy hoodie and some shorts and headed to your living room to start going through some boxes.

You came across a photo album that had pictures from some of the film sets you’ve been apart of. You laughed as you found a picture from the film that Yoongi produced a song for. It was a group picture between you and your cast, as well as Yoongi. You were so nervous that day. BTS were a group that you adored since the day you discovered them and you couldn’t believe that your career lead you to a place of not only meeting them but also becoming friends with them.

Yoongi has played such an important role in your life since you’ve met him. He made you feel free and like you could always be yourself around him. There was never any judgement between you two.

You continued going through boxes for the next thirty minutes before you heard knocking. You stood up from the living room floor and made your way to the front door.

There stood the boys, each with an individual coffee in hand, except for Yoongi who held two cups. The members greeted you and welcomed themselves in while you and Yoongi remained in the entryway.

“I hope your coffee order hasn’t changed.” He nervously laughed as he passed you the cup. You could feel your face heating up as you took a sip.

“I cant believe that you actually remembered the kind of coffee I like, Yoongi.” You smiled.

“I think you’d be surprised over the amount of things I remember about you.” He claimed as he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I’m flattered. Let’s go meet the guys?” You suggested. Yoongi simply nodded and you both made your way back to the living room.

You rolled your eyes as you noticed what everyone was doing. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were all trying on various hats and scarves from your clothes box. Jin and Hoseok were trying to arrange the boxes into a neat little pile, and Namjoon was going through your book collection.

Namjoon looked up at you from his spot on the floor while holding up one of your various poem books.

“Hey, Y/N? Would you mind if I borrowed this? I was reading the description and it looks interesting.” He asked.

“Of course, Joonie! Feel free to take whatever you like.” You said and smiled at him.

After a few hours of unpacking, there wasn’t much left for you to do. The boys all began to leave at their own time, starting with Jin and ending with Yoongi, whom was sitting with you on your couch.

“Thank you for helping me today. I really appreciate all of you.” You turned to Yoongi. You two were sitting side by side, with your head laying on his shoulder.

“Of course, Y/N. It’s no problem at all. Besides, I know you would’ve let everything stay in boxes for the entire year if I let you.” He joked and you laughed along with him.

The laughter faded into a few minutes of silence. It was never awkward between you two. You were able to relax in each other’s presence and just enjoy the moments as they came.

“You know, I really have missed you so much, Y/N.” He spoke up.

“I’ve missed you too, Yoongi.” You said as you both locked eyes.

To you, Yoongi was the definition of a beautiful person. He had a beautiful mind, heart, and soul. You always felt as if he could see right through you. There was never anything you could hide from him, not that you ever wanted to. His smile lit up any room and his laugh made you feel like you were home.

Of course you’ve asked yourself on more than one occasion if you thought you had feelings for him, and on more than one occasion the answer was “yes”. However, you never truly felt the need to experiment with those feelings. Having him as a friend was more than you could ask for.

“Do you think you’ll be able to get some rest tonight?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I think I’m going to need time to get used to everything before I’m able to properly sleep.” You confessed.

“I understand-.” He began. You could see the wheels turning in his head. He had a habit of biting his lips whenever he was deep in thought. “I could stay here with you for the night if you wanted me to?” He suggested.

You were admittedly a little taken aback. Yoongi often times preferred to spend his nights alone and unbothered, so for him to offer such a thing was out of the usual.

“Yoongi, honey I know how tired you are. You don’t have to stay tired on my behalf.” You laughed.

Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes before speaking. “I’m not saying that we need to pull an all nighter and braid each other’s hair. I’m just saying that maybe you’ll be able to get some sleep if you’re not alone.”

“Well I mean, if you really don’t mind-“ you began but he cut you off.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t want to.”

Those words caught you off guard. He wanted to. He wanted to spend the night with you and be there for you.

“Thank you, Yoongi. It honestly means a lot to me. Do you want us to stop by your place to grab some things before it gets too late?” You suggested.

Yoongi simply shook his head as he began standing up from the couch. “No need. I’m going to pick us up some dinner and stop by my place to get my things. Besides, I have a surprise that I need to grab for you.” He smiled.

“You know I love surprises so hurry back!” You exclaimed as you waved him out the door.

Yoongi simply laughed as he grabbed his keys and headed off to run his errands.

About an hour later he arrived again. You jumped up from your position on the couch to meet him at the front door. You nearly screamed when you saw what the surprise was.

“HOLLY!”

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Would You Believe I've Never Had a Lesson? 0. Introduction - The Normal World

“Bravo! Bravo! Encore!”

Piper sighed through their nose. They knew exactly who was producing those overly enthusiastic cheers, and they also knew that they weren't in the mood for his nonsense.

“Reed. You’ve found me again, I presume?”

“How could I not? I heard your organ from down the hall and just knew it was you! You’re magnificent!”

Piper turned back towards the boy, a scrawny, lanky kid whose sheepish smile and squeaky voice were unfortunately familiar to them.

“Oh, come on. It’s merely an old opera.” Piper started playing a few stray chords of their organ, largely to distract their hands from more violent urges. “Nothing to really bring the house down.”

“Oh, of course! But, but it is lovely. It’s so wonderful, everything you do, you know.”

Reed gazed at Piper with overflowing innocence, clearly buttering them up for yet another request. Piper groaned.

“Get to the point, Reed.”

“Oh, right! Mustn’t waste your valuable time!” He giggled in the high-pitched tone that always made Piper’s ears wince. “So, the band’s got a solo for a piccolo in their set this winter, and I’d do anything for a solo—”

“Yes. I know.” Piper rolled their eyes. “You want me to recommend you?”

“If it wouldn’t be too big of an ask,” he winced so obviously Piper could hear it in his voice, “It’s just, what, with you being so talented, all of the teachers know you, and I’m sure they trust your recommendation, and–”

“I’ll put in a good word to the band director.” Piper gritted their teeth, “If you’ll leave.”

“You will? Eeeee, hehehe!” Reed performed a giddy little jig, “Thank you so much Piper! I’ll leave right now, just like you asked!”

“Be sure to close the door,” Piper called as the boy skipped out of the room, before they hissed under their breath, “don’t let it hit you on the way out…”

Piper didn’t allow themself a proper sigh until the door finally slammed shut. Reed was the latest in a long line of kiss ups, wishing to coast to prominence by riding on their coattails. Several had clung to Piper since their arrival at Madame Bonfamille’s Academy of the Musical Arts, but Reed was so far, and somehow, the most annoying nuisance yet. They wished he’d spent more time practicing than pestering them. Then, he might actually gain a solo on his own merits… or at least get out of their hair.

Now that they were safe from the piccolo menace another day (and after mentally deciding they’d once again ignore Reed’s recommendation request), Piper opened their messenger bag, resting a binder and pencil onto their organ’s music stand. Yes— their composition was still as it should be: intact, unseen, and unheard by anyone but themself.

They had produced compositions before, of course: little ditties, writing exercises, and amusing nonsense scrawls. But this? This was special. A real, genuine lament, meant to be performed in concert: the annual Winter Benefit Soirée, to be precise. It was still a month away, but solo act auditions were tomorrow, and they had to be prepared.

It wasn’t that Piper was concerned about getting a slot. They received one every year, even when they didn’t bother with auditions. As every teacher, student, and person they met would always tell them, Piper had a gift. A musical prodigy, a once-in-a-lifetime musician, the crown jewel of Madame Bonfamille’s— by now, the praise had become nothing but noise. Of course their playing was wonderful— the songs they played were. Borrowed work was fine when they were five, but that was nearly 10 years ago. People were surely getting bored of them by now. Pretty soon, they’d be put back in the proverbial toy box, and left to rot.

They needed to avoid that at all costs.

And so, the notion of composing a full work came to fruition, and it was almost ready to bear its fruit. They had spent weeks alone in the organ room, tweaking and perfecting their lament, until it shone with every bit of soul and sorrow as the works of Piper’s favorite composers. Their lament would be their message: They might only be good for music. But they were at least better than a glorified jukebox.

#terrible three #t3 writings #piper origin story

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wol-taleal-desharn · 6 months

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So, here's an intro fic for Taleal Desharn, Au Ra (Raen) , ninja Warrior of Light. I'll do a bio sheet later.

And more backstory fics. Eventually.

I go between FFXIV and my latest fixation of BG3.

Anyway, this one is mid Endwalker.

Switcharoo

WoL x Graha angsty comfort fluff k bye

The camp was in chaos - people were screaming, Garleans fighting with their own minds…

And then Fandaniel appeared. His laugh, carefree and crazy, cut through Taleal’s soul, grating on her nerves.

Just as quickly as he had appeared, he disappeared, taking the Warrior of Light with him. She had expected a fight, a monologue — anything but a kidnapping.

~*~

“The experiment was a success, but I fear our time is short…”

“I shall begin the preparations.”

Consiousness came and went a few times for the auri female. Taleal tried to focus on the voices — she could recognize Fandaniel, vaguely — make herself wake, with no luck.

“Now, it is time for you to awaken.”

Finally, she did manage to come out of her stupor, only to find herself…at a dinner table? Opposite of Zenos, of all people.

So why did everything feel so wrong?

What was wrong with her?

Fandaniel stood before her, dressed in a suit of sorts and serving wine as Zenos ate dinner with his usual bland demeanor. What Fandaniel was saying was like a fly buzzing in her ear.

“Good morrow to you. Here-have a taste before it gets cold. Oh, but be sure to remove your helmet. Take a moment, too, to familiarize yourself with that borrowed flesh.”

Borrowed…flesh? What —

She looked down at her hands, and stared at hands not her own. She started shaking, in rage or disgust, she wasn’t sure. Maybe both. But, now she knew what was so wrong.

The Warrior of Light was no longer possessed of her own body. What poor soul had they killed to perform this monstrous stunt?

“So, how does it feel? I for one find those first moments within a new body to be most refreshing! We had a magitek engineer by the name of Aulus to thank for this method of soul extraction and implantation. I believe the two of you met briefly in Ala Mhigo? His was a rather sticky end, wasn’t it? Thankfully, he was thoughtful enough to leave behind his mindjack technology. I took the liberty of making some improvements - and selected you as my esteemed test subject.”

Taleal snarls, the sound rumbling deep in the throat. “Give me back my body!” She tried to stand and lunge at the Ascian, but found movement still to be difficult. This new body was too large, too heavy, too awkward.

Fandaniel cackled, shaking his head. “Come now, to us Ascians, it is no different from trying on new clothes. Why not make the most of it by partaking in this fine cuisine? I must say, I have gone to great lengths to reunite you with my lord! When I discovered that his ‘friend’ was in this neck of the woods, I suggested inviting you over for dinner.” He pauses briefly, then continues. “He never deigned to respond, but I took his silence as a resounding yes!”

Tally was sure that Fandaniel would go on for ages, until a roar like none she had ever heard erupted from the tower itself, shaking the place to the very foundation.

“Oh my! Daddy is pleased his grumpy little boy has finally found his playmate!” Fandaniel eyed Taleal before snickering again. “Ah, exposition is in order.” He cleared his throat and began.

“The Garlean Empire has long outlawed all forms of religion. No gods to worship, no risk of summoning. Brilliantly simple. But people, being people, must turn to something or someone in their hour of need. Who, then? Why, his Radiance the Emperor, or course! As you have observed firsthand, Garlemald has seen better days. The legendary Solus zos Galvus - dead. Provinces near and far - in open rebellion. Our bold new Emperor — assassinated! And that last one even sparked a civil war! What rotten luck. The people cried out for salvation, their earnest pleas - one might even call them prayers - a supplication united for the Empire to reclaim her former glory. And so their will did manifest, channeled through the corpse of none other than Emperor Varis himself. And lo, the savior was born! The embodiment of the Garlean spirit, their Anima! It calls to its subjects, compelling them to take up arms and fight. And just as the wealth and power gravitate towards the empires capital, so too does aether, from every corner of the globe! The towers with which you and your allies have been so preoccupied were created as an extension of Anima tiself. An ingenious design…Would you not agree, my lord?”

Zenos simply takes a drink of wine, ignoring the Ascian’s question entirely. “Does the pursuit of prey you have bested before excite you? Of course not. Absent the challenge, the thrill, your prize is a hollow victory. Butchery.”

Fandaniel goes to Zenos with wine while Zenos continues speaking. Taleal sits rigid in her chair, watching the pair across the room.

“Perhaps you think that to be the extent of my promise. I have no doubt fallen in your estimation since Ala Mhigo. Fair enough. But do not let your disdain deprive you - deprive us - of an opportunity to craft an even more majestic moment of euphoria. I have been honing my craft as I set the stage for our reunion.”

Fandaniel pours wine for Zenos, for a change keeping quiet.

“Wheresoever there is suffering and despair, you appear, to fulfill your duty as defender of this star. The chaos and destruction that my hordes have wrought…are my gifts to you alone.” <pause> “At a loss for words? No matter. As you will learn, I have only just begun.”

Zenos gets up from the table, turning and heading towards the throne…

“Oh? Will you not finish your meal?” Fandaniel asks with a curious tone.

Zenos continues speaking as he walks, ignoring Fandaniel. “There is only one thing that can sate my hunger, and it seems my friend as lost her appetite. I hoped this display of civility might prove an entertaining diversion, but clearly we are above such pretensions. While my lifeless body was in possession of the Ascian, I too claimed another as my own. It was an enlightening experience to fight in an unfamiliar form. Flaws and failings in my technique were plain to see. Whence rises one’s true strength? The flesh? The soul? Perhaps you should like to discover the answer for yourself?”

Taleal finally manages to work with the body she currently inhabits, convincing it to stumble and walk towards the throne after Zenos. A gurgling cry sounded from the body’s throat when she beheld her own body, slumped over on the Garlean throne.

Zenos eyes begin to glow as he utters one last phrase. “Or…together.” The Garlean prince cackles, aether of black and red forming and swirling around him as his soul rises from the one body…and into Taleal’s. All Taleal can do is watch as her small body rises from its slumped over state, dead, glassy eyes piercing through her…

Smiling, Zenos is Taleal’s body vanishes in a cloud of black and red aether before the real Taleal can react.

Fandaniel tilted his head with one of his ever present laughs. “Oh dear! Whatever would happen if my lord were to greet your friends as you? I shudder to think of the carnage. We better hurry if we want to avoid the bloodbath. You can thank me later for my generosity.”

Everything was spiraling out of control as Taleal was, again, teleported away by Fandaniel in a cloud of aether.

~*~

This is all a fever dream.

Some cruel trick.

Maybe she’s hallucinating - sick, even. It must be a fever dream.

Taleal avoided as many of the tempered soldiers throughout the abandoned city as she could, relying on the ruined buildings for cover. This over large body ill suited her, of course, but wasn’t that the point?

Fandaniel had appeared once or twice, egging her on, and then had all but abandoned her.

Well, to hells with him. She would find her way back to the camp, even if she had to CRAWL there.

Her thoughts were a bell tolling, over and over, how the Scions wouldn’t know it wasn’t her, what havoc Zenos would wreck in her form…

She had to save them, if it was the last thing she ever did.

She would save them.

This body must be that of a hyur. A garlean man, surely. Its…so heavy… she thought, sludging her way through the streets. She had just blown her way through some magitek devices, clearing the way onward.

From there, she had found a few non-tempered survivors, and they took her for one of their own, all with one mission in mind - escape the city.

Unfortunately, they ran into a large magitek suit of armor… they fought it off, at least until it, too, had exploded.

Once the dust settled, she found herself the only survivor. There was a ringing in her ears, and the body she wore seemed heavier than before. She could not even stand…

It seemed Taleal quite literally was going to crawl to the camp after all.

~*~

“…in the meantime we need to find our missing friend. May the Fury guide you.” Lucia saluted the Scions, turning on her heels and leaving.

“Of all the bloody times for a disappearing act…” Estinien grumbled. He eyed the others, who either sighed or nodded, but all wore worried looks on their faces.

“Right when the first wave struck. We’d be fools to think it a coincidence. But where to even begin the search? No one saw her leave in the chaos, and we’ve no trail to follow.” Thancred replied with a frown.

“While I know full well she can handle herself, I worry all the same.” Alphinaud stated, worry knitting his brows together. He shivered in the cold, wondering what was to be done about their missing Warrior of Light.

G’raha’s ears twitch, causing him to turn towards the road. A smile of relief tugs at his lips. “Ah, speak of the devil…” he muttered, gaining the attention of the rest of the Scions.

“Well! Time to call off the search.” Alisae said with a grin. She and G’raha took off down the road towards who they thought was their friend.

Alisae reached her first. “Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” Alisae looked Taleal up and down, appraising her. Was she all right? Was she hurt?

“Now now, alls well that ends well. Are you all right?” G’raha chided, coming to a stop next to Alisae. “ARE you all right?” his voice was laced with concern - but as soon as he looked at ‘Taleal’s’ eyes, his eyes widened, and the exarch stepped in front of the small elezen.

“…who are you?” His tone now took on an edge, sounding more like he had on the First than the G’raha Alisae was familiar with.

‘Taleal’ smirked - a look that was completely not one they were familiar with. No, this look was chilling, almost evil. And as red and black aether started to surround the Warrior of Light’s body…

“Get away from them, you bastard!!” came the cry, followed by a sword slicing the air. The voice was strange, unknown to the Scions, but the intent behind it was familiar.

The Garlean body came seemingly out of nowhere and rammed into Taleal’s body.

G’raha and Alisae drew their weapons just as the other Scions arrived, just in time to see the garlean armored body crash into their friends body.

Before any can make another move, Fandaniel appears in a cloud of black, standing just between the Scions and the bodies.

“Sadly, that is all we have time for today. The effect has run its course, and back to your own bodies you must go.” He proclaimed before turning back to the Scions.

“But where are my manners? You have all traveled so very far, and I have yet to pay my respects. Though in my defense, I was ill prepared for so many uninvited guests. As such, preliminary entertainments were in order. A handful of tempered soldiers to hamper your progress. Refugees to command your attention while I siphoned their ceruleum from the shadows - particularly effective, that. Charitable souls that you are, you bent over backwards to aid them, heedless of the delay. Predictable to a fault! And so my plan approaches completion unhindered. Anima will soon have absorbed the requisite amount of aether, and then shall come the spectacle to end all spectacles! The eldest and most powerful of primals will awaken, and all shall bear witness to the Final Days!”

Taleal blacks out. Or does she? She sees the image of Zenos before her in her semi-conscious state.

“The gods themselves will be my meal. Your dear companions my dessert. Upon this world I’ll feast, and death shall follow in my wake. All your hate, all your rage, you will render unto me.” His voice echoes and rings in her ears..

Now she blacks out in truth.

~*~

“Hnngh…” Her head was pounding. Her side hurt something fierce. What did she —

Oh.

“She’s coming to…” Taleal heard the voice as if she was under water. Her head was swimming in pain. Wincing, she slowly cracked an eye open to see the very worried, concerned faces of her friends.

This time, at least, she FELT right. Sort of. The auri held up a hand to her face to shield it from the dying light of the sun, and found the hand to be her own familiar one.

She was herself again, Tally noted.

“Everything in working order?” Y’shtola questioned, looking her friend over.

Taleal nodded carefully as she hoisted herself up to stand, wiping snow off her backside as she did so, and looked herself over. Arms, legs, armor….everything was as it should be.

“Y..yes, it seems so.” She stammered in response.

Her chest felt tight; it was far to cold, but far to warm at the same time, and everyone was staring…

Thancred’s gaze, in particular, was one of sympathetic understanding, and it just made Taleal feel all the worse. Dirty, even.

“Well. Now that THATS settled, we should make a full report to Lucia.” Alphinaud’s voice broke through Taleal’s thoughts. She managed a nod, and off they went. Though truly, she wanted nothing more than to run the other way.

How was she suppose to keep anyone safe now?

~*~

It was some hours later when Tally finally managed to slip away. Trekking through the snow, the ninja-trained warrior made her way to a lone vantage point in the wilds, thinking she was alone. She shivered despite her warm gear.

She wanted to cry, to scream…she wanted to wash away the feeling of violation from her body. Taleal felt nothing but filthy, disgusting, used…

Finally the tears began to fall, trickling down her face like the first drops of a spring rain. Her face she covered with her hands as her small body began to shake.

G’raha had seen Taleal slip away from the camp; truly, he had become so used to keeping track of her just out of habit that it was almost second nature to him now. He did not do it intentionally, but more out of worry for his dearest of friends. Without really thinking about it, he set out to follow her at a distance so as not to spook Taleal. He knew, in his heart, she probably shouldn’t be alone right now. Gods knew he wouldn’t want to be alone after what had happened.

Watching her from a behind a small tree near her vantage point - she had found a small boulder to sit on - his heart broke, seeing her in such a state. Perhaps he wasn’t suppose to see this moment, this time where she let herself break down. But here he was. If there was anyone who deserved to not be alone, especially now, it was she.

So, slowly as to not startle her, G’raha slipped up next to Taleal, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. Regardless of how careful he was, she started, wide blue eyes reddened by cold and crying stare up at him in some confusion.

For all that she was hurting now, it relieved G’raha to SEE emotion behind those eyes again. A brief thought of the dead eyed, possessed Taleal flashed in his minds eye, and he shuddered.

She sniffed, attempting to wipe her face and pretend nothing was wrong. That broke his heart all over again.

“Is…is everything okay, G’raha? Something wrong?” she asked in a feeble attempt to steady her voice, but he could hear the shakiness to her words.

“I was going to ask you something like that,” he replied, sqatting down next to her on the balls of his feet, in that way that only a miqo’te can call ‘sitting’.

“Oh, I’m —“

“Don’t tell me you’re fine,” he said, cutting her off, using what Alisae had come to call the ‘exarch tone’ of voice. “You do not have to be so strong all the time, you know. You’re allowed to…” he trailed off, watching her for reaction.

Tally looked conflicted, unsure of what to do or what he wanted. It would be so nice to have someone to lean on, to hold and be held, she thought. I want to be held right now. I’m not fine, I’m not okay!

“I…” she waivered, tears threatening to spill forth again. At her hestitation, G’raha shifted to face her better, opening his arms in a ‘come here’ gesture, as if reading her mind.

“Please. Let me help you, as you have helped me?”

The tears spilt forth then, and the white haired auri fell from her rock perch and into G’raha’s arms, tumbling both down into the garlean snow.

She cried, and he let her. G’raha held her for some time - how long, he couldn’t say, he wasn’t keeping track - and just let her weep. He ran a hand through her hair, and the other down her back, in attempts to help comfort and soothe her.

Finally, her tears began to subside, leaving behind reddened eyes and some sniffles. Tally looked up, blue eyes meeting red, and opened her mouth to speak.

“Don’t. You’ve no need to apologize, especially to me…” he’d put a finger over her lips to silence her. When she closed her mouth, G’raha wiped the tears from Tally’s face with tender, gentle fingers.

A sigh escaped Taleal’s lips as her eyes closed against his touch, tail swaying slowly behind her before it became still, resting in the snow.

G’raha’s own red eyes closed, relishing the moment - Tally splayed out against him, her arms wrapped around his torso; his fingers idly tracing the scale patterns of her cheeks, his other arm wrapped back around her waist…

Tally was, likewise, surprised but pleased. It was no secret, to most, that she was partial to and maybe even fancied the former exarch. Why she wouldn’t say anything, however, was a different matter. She was loathe to break the moment. So, she leaned in against him, savoring the touch of his fingers against skin and scale.

“I was so, so scared, G’raha. Scared he’d hurt….he’d hurt you, and Alisae, and the others…”her voice lowered, shakey with emotion. “..with. With my body. I was so scared I wouldn’t — wouldn’t get there in time to - to stop him.” A sob escaped, making any further words difficult.

All G’raha knew to do in that moment was to pull her in and hug her tighter, resting his chin upon her head.

“Its okay, now. You stopped him. He’s gone, and you’re here.”

“But what if…I almost, I almost didn’t —“

“But you did. You made it, and you stopped him. We’re fine.” He ran his hand through her hair again in what he hoped was a comforting way. G’raha kept his voice gentle but firm, hoping to confer his sincerity at what he knew to be the truth in his eyes.

When he felt Tally nod, even if it was a small gesture, it gave him some relief.

Tally hummed to herself, enjoying the feel of G’raha’s hand running through her long white hair. If she herself were a Miqo’te, well, she would be purring. It was so soothing a gesture for her, in fact, that she found herself drifting off to sleep. Instinctively, she curled up closer to G’raha for warmth, and let herself drift off.

That surprised G’raha greatly, that the small ninja would show such trust in him that she would fall asleep in his arms. He chanced a look down at her sleeping face, finally relaxed and still. He found he had let his thoughts wander, and didn’t realize right away when she was asleep.

If only we could stay this way… he thought, ‘What would I give to have more moments like this with you? To call you mine…to be yours…’

Shaking his head, he realized it had become rather late, and he was cold. Shifting carefully, the miqo’te gathered the auri woman up in his arms as best he could without disturbing her.

Holding her carefully in his arms, G’raha made his way back to camp, making a beeline for Taleal’s quarters. For the few people that were still out and about, who gave an odd look to the miqo’te carrying the Warrior of Light, he ignored.

He put her to bed, making sure she was properly covered and tucked in. As much as he would have liked to stay, he felt perhaps he may cross a line by doing so. Instead, he leaned over, leaving a light kiss on her forehead before retreating for his own room.

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #wolgraha #wolship #ffxiv endwalker #ffxiv fanfiction

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slasherscream · 3 years

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hear me out crazy ass boy gang with a s/o that writes them songs but has never shown them. randomly the guys find them knowing them some are gonna be insufferable with the amount of arrogance they now possess and some of them have no clue what to do with the concept of someone loving them and verbalizing it 🥺

A/N: oooh my gosh i'm obsessed with this concept

billy loomis: Was waiting for you to get back from school/work, and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He wasn’t necessarily trying to find anything, but the book was on your desk- you were asking him to read it, at this point. He’s only halfheartedly looking until he realizes the words are lyrics. It doesn’t take a genius to realize the love songs are written with him in mind. At first it makes him smirk. But he can see the evolution of your relationship through the lyrics. General feelings of infatuation melting into the deeper connection of being in love with him, as opposed to being in love with love itself. It’s an ego boost, for sure. Mostly it’s a relief. Here are your feelings, written out on page, clear as day. Your every unfiltered thought. He doesn’t tell you he read the book. He just walks around with a knowing smirk on his face that you’re very suspicious of. You’re easily distracted from this onset of smugness by his sudden romantic nature. He’s never been a bad boyfriend, but he’s certainly never been so downright doting. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you decide to just enjoy this random streak of tenderness.

josh washington: You two were moving in together and he was just trying to unpack some of your boxes for you. He’s honestly just setting up your desk for you. All the boxes are marked so that either one of you can unpack anything inside with at least a vague idea of where the stuff should go. Something about the unmarked notebook that doesn’t look like its for school makes him take a look inside. When he realizes how personal it is he wants to put it down. Then he spots his name... and well, he isn’t a saint.

He melts as he goes through the pages. He knows the two of you love each other. You have to love each other, with all the bullshit you’ve been through. But he knows it’s not easy to be with him. Sometimes he worries that you’ll wake up one day and be done with him. Be done with all the problems that come with being with him. He wouldn’t blame you but the thought leaves him hollow. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you. He doesn’t know if he could handle you being gone. You love him though. It’s inked into the pages. Some songs written out slow and careful, and others written out sloppy and fast, like you had to get all the feeling out of your chest because it hurt to have it all trapped inside. You’ll walk in carrying takeout and find Josh crying. You nearly drop the food to run and comfort him. When he tells you what’s wrong - or really, what isn’t wrong, you won’t even have the heart to be angry. He looks somewhere between overwhelmed and awe. All he can think to do is pull you into his arms. He holds you so tightly you wonder if he’s afraid someone will come and take you away.

stu macher: He was just going through your stuff because he was bored, honestly. He wasn’t expecting to find anything juicy. The minute he realizes he’s holding onto a notebook full of songs he’s giddy. It’s practically a diary! You'll come into your bedroom and see him poring over your words without shame. He won’t even have the decency to stop. “Hey babe!”, will be his absentminded greeting as his eyes stay glued to a far-too-familiar book. You’ll have to literally snatch it from him. “Didn’t know you felt this way about me.” His teasing will be relentless. You’ll have to threaten to break up with him, and give him a bit of the silent treatment too. Eventually he’ll ease up on you, his grin going soft around the edges. “You should show me them on your own next time. Else I’ll have to go hunting for ‘em.” It’s not an idle threat. Now that he knows the book exists he’ll really tear up your entire house looking for it. Don’t bother trying to hide it. It won’t be worth the headache.

jd: His first instinct is to become insufferable. As he reads more of your lyrics, he starts getting overwhelmed. Even as he holds the proof in his hands, he can barely wrap his head around you feeling so strongly about him. He traces over your handwriting and relishes every word. You'll catch him in the act but you won't have the chance to get angry. He kisses you like a man starved. Whispers every thought of love he's ever had against your lips, uncaring if he sounds obsessed. He was allowed a glimpse at your soul. It's only fair that he bares his in return.

kevin khatchadourian: Honestly was indifferent at first. He was going through your things because ‘why shouldn't he?‘ when he found all the songs. Page after page he reads. Slowly but surely it starts to get to him. The only person who's ever loved him is his father, and that love is built upon an endless tapestry of falsehoods and manipulation. His father loves someone who doesn't exist. His mother knows him, always has, but she despises him. Celia loves him, but it's pathetic. The hopeless and unthinking love of a dog. And now there's you. When he's with you he drops the act of normality he puts on for everyone else. You were around so constantly that he couldn't stomach wearing the mask 24/7. Beyond that though, there was something about you that made him want to show you everything. At first he thought he wanted to scare you. Now he doesn't know what he really wants from you.

As he reads through the pages he's sifting through your words, finding the deeper meanings. Watches as you stop writing about his mask, and start writing about him. Jagged and malicious and apathetic as he might be. You're infatuated maybe you even love him. You've written out the words in a hundred different ways. He can see it every time you look at him, reach for him, follow him, talk to him. Reading it is different, somehow. You probably never wanted him to see these words. To know the depth of how you feel. You were probably afraid he'd mock you. A few months ago he would have. Now? He puts the book back, exactly where he found it.

He won't tell you about reading it, but the words are always on his mind. You'll think you misplaced the book one day and be beside yourself over losing it. Eventually you’ll find it again, out of the blue. Something is off about it though... but you’re not sure what. You’ll never know that what you have is a replica of the original book. A good replica, granted, but a replica nonetheless. Kevin thought about the songs too much, and committing them all to memory hadn’t scratched the itch. The constant cycle of the words running through his head. The irritation he’d feel when he forgot a part of a song, or mixed lyrics together. Having the book itself? It quieted his mind. He’s uncomfortable with the fact that he keeps it under his bed, tucked away inside a lock box, just so no one would be able to look at it. He’s never felt so protective over an item before. He tries not to think about it too much.

nathan prescott: He actually looked at your song book on accident. He needed to borrow some notes for a class and you told him he could just go to your room and grab them. He would never go searching for something like that. Saying he values his privacy would be an understatement, so he'd never disrespect yours. As soon as he realizes these are songs he wants to stop reading... but he's desperate to know what you think of him. People lie so easily, but here's a chance to see the raw truth of how you feel. He's terrified as he starts to read. Then he's just shocked. He'd hoped you weren't like everyone else around him. Wanting him to fail, to lose it, waiting for some sort of pay-off or trickle down. Even if you were, he wanted you so badly he was willing to have you any way you came, as long as you stayed. But here you are, your deepest feelings written out in ink, and you love him. You don't even pity him, you ache for him, want him. The next time he sees you he tells you he loves you for the first time. You'll never know that he read your songs, you'll only notice how much your relationship seemed to change over night.

sebastian valmont: Has to deflect. The only reason he’s being such an asshole about your songs is because he’s trying to deflect. He’s the only one here who has also written about you. Maybe not in lyrics, or in poetry, but he’s written about you. His diary is full of you. He started writing about you the moment he met you. Not unusual for him, considering absolutely everything is in his journals. But from the start there’s been something different about the entries that mention you. All his words suddenly become electric, leaping off the page. His descriptions of you, of the time you spent together, nearing obsessive in their detail. As if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

If there’s anything Sebastian is good at its manipulation. He knows he has you. He can have anyone, if he puts his mind to it. He’s made people fall in love with him before. There’s a long line of people who wants his head on a platter for that very reason. You’re the only prize that’s ever mattered, though. He has you now, sure. But what about tomorrow? Or the day after that? It’s easy for eyes to wander, for the heart to turn fickle. Sometimes he watches you and tries to imagine what you might want from him. Tries to figure out what he could do to keep you interested from moment to moment. If he ever shared his worries with you, his worries that you could just get bored with him and leave, just like that - you’d tell him you don’t want him to be anyone but himself. And Sebastian doesn’t want to be anyone but himself, he doesn’t. But people contain multitudes, are more than a single face. He’d rather be a version of himself that captivates you then a “true” version of himself that you can grow tired of.

But here’s written proof that you love him. As he is. All the long nights you’ve spent talking to one another, side by side. The conversations where you traded barbs and philosophy, and everything in-between. The dinners, and picnics, and phone calls, and rooftops. He was so busy observing you, and trying to create a version of himself that you could love, that he forgot that there was something real for you to fall for. Didn’t even know how much of himself he was earnestly offering to you. Now he can see it in ink, and it’s scary, even with how much he loves you, to realize how much of the real him you know.

So he’s an asshole for a few days. When you confront him he falls apart like a wet sandcastle. You won’t have time to get angry before he’s pushing his own journals into your hands. Sebastian has never played fair, but something about you seeing through him despite all his masks made him want to show you more. As scary as it had been, it was also a moment of pure connection. The most electric, addicting thing he’s ever felt. He wants to feel it over and over again.

#billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #jd x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #nathan prescott x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #josh washington x reader #crazy ass boys gang #heathers #scream #scream imagine #until dawn imagine #i am not proofreading this if you see an error no you didn't

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ikaroux · 3 years

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Xiao: Who are you ? (part 1) (v.EN)

f!reader

I want a sweet Xiao <3 and then when you have Matsuoka Yoshitsugu as a seiyuu, how can you not love him?! (even if it will surely be complicated for him to understand the emotions that go through him!).

Zhongli being written.

Masterlist

Part 2

Who are you?

The last Yaksha guardian was collapsed on the ground, wounded, exhausted. His last battle with the darkness had lasted most of the night, further weighing down the karma of the young man with dark hair dotted with emerald strands. The voices of those he had killed fogged his mind, causing excruciating pain to his soul and body. Lying on his stomach unable to open his eyes, his hand struggled to find his winged jade spear that had fallen to the ground with him. A groan of pain scraped his throat at the movement.

The young man flinched briefly as he heard footsteps approaching him quickly, feeling hands grasp his shoulders to carefully turn him around.

He tried again to open his eyes, his vision was blurred and foggy. He could not distinguish the features of the human who had seized him, feeling only his hand gently caressing his hair in an attempt to soothe him. The voice he heard calling him with concern sounded like a woman's, soft and warm.

A soothing light enveloped the young woman, the boy did not understand what was happening because in the second that followed, his body lightened, his pain evaporated, was he dreaming?

Although his vision was still blurred, he nevertheless managed to distinguish a little better the contours of the young woman with long hair (color).

"Who are you? "

His voice was marked by fatigue. He managed to distinguish a thin smile on the face of his rescuer. He repeated more weakly:

"Who are you...? "

His eyes sank, the ethereal form of the young woman reminding him of distant memories, a sudden warmth burst in his heart. Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes.

"Gui...zhong? "

The landscape around him darkened, leading him straight into a soft torpor.

Xiao woke up with a start. Where was he? The Wangshu Inn? Yes, he recognized his quarters, but how did he get there? He still remembered his fight against the horde of monsters he had defeated. He raised his right hand to his face, examining it more closely.

He had no more wounds, no more pain, which brought him back to the young woman he thought he had seen. Had he hallucinated? Had she really healed him? Everything seemed to be a blur. He got up from the bed without difficulty, heading directly to the balcony which was on the top floor of the inn. He looked around, hoping to find the woman who had helped him. The sun was beginning to set, so he had spent the day resting here. It was unusual for him, not being human he didn't have the same needs as them, sleeping, eating, living with others, all that seemed ridiculous. He was almost angry at himself for staying unconscious for so long, hitting one of the wooden columns on the balcony.

Xiao turned around, heading towards the stairs, quickly walking down the steps to Wangshu's innkeeper, Verr Goldet.

"Verr. "

The young woman turned her attention to Xiao.

"Good evening lord Xiao, have you recovered from your last fight? "

"Did you see who brought me here?"

Verr didn't take offense to his curt tone, simply shaking her head to indicate that she hadn't.

Xiao clicked his tongue, annoyed. He needed to know who this mysterious woman was who had taken care of him. The memory of the warmth that emanated from her gripped his heart again, drawing his steps back towards the exit of the inn.

He suddenly bumped into a young man with blond hair, accompanied by his annoying little creature.

"Xiao?"

Aether looked at Xiao with big round eyes, he was not used to seeing him with such an expression. He was confused, frustrated and angry, these were all emotions that were running through the yaksha since he woke up.

"Xiao is not in a good mood"- Paimon twirled around him- "You should come eat something with us, nothing beats a good meal for..."

"I don't need that! "

Paimon gasped, hiding behind Aether. Xiao tried to calm himself by inhaling a deep breath of air, passing by the traveler without saying a word.

"Wait Xiao! Where are you going? "

Aether stopped him, grabbing his arm loosely so as not to rush him further. Xiao immediately gave a sharp blow on his arm to disengage himself, he regretted his abrupt words, he hated it. Before he met Aether, he never had to worry about others or how to behave with them, he was alone and he was fine with that. It was all too... human for him. Slowly he turned his gaze to the traveler.

"Aether I... am sorry. "

"Xia...! "

Without saying another word, Xiao disappeared in a draft.

When you landed in Liyue from your native land, Sumeru, a few months ago, a terrifying battle took place at the city's port. An ancient God who had once been sealed by the rock lord had broken free from his prison, attempting to destroy the port of Liyue in the process, but fortunately he was quickly stopped.

Since these events, you had started to travel in the lands of the geo archon, studying the local fauna and flora. Flowers had always fascinated you, their shapes, their smells, their meanings or their benefits, you studied absolutely everything, noting and drawing in a notebook everything you saw.

In Sumeru, you joined the prestigious magic academy to perfect your Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

After several minutes of recalling these events, you noticed that you had finally arrived at the high cliffs of Huaguang. Taking your courage in both hands, you prepared yourself mentally to climb the cliff. Up there was a flower that you wanted to study, the Qingxin flower. They grew exclusively on the highest stone peaks, avoiding heat and humidity, a lonely and hard to reach flower.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

Night had fallen on the Liyue plains, and it was at the top of Qingyun Peak that the Yaksha had taken refuge, watching the stars brighter than ever. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, the memory of the young woman haunted him. The pain in his chest made him clench his fists, he had never felt like this, he didn't even know what name to put on these feelings.

Xiao was a thousand year old follower, human feelings didn't concern him, so why? Why such pain at the mere thought of a... stranger? But was she really a stranger? This woman had reminded him of an old friend, Guizhong, who died during the Archon war. Could she have come back in an ethereal form? Or maybe it was a new trick the demons had found to torture him a little more.

In the distance, Xiao saw a faint jade-colored light coming from the Huaguang stone forest. He widened his eyes, remembering that glow that had saved his life. His heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

His voice trembled at the sight of the sweet emanation. It warmed him, soothed him, the voices that constantly hammered him fell silent and his usually aching body was now light. At last he understood his obsession with you, when you had treated him earlier this morning, a bond had been established between you, a bond as strong as the one that bound him to Morax for whom he had the greatest respect and devotion.

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.art and deepen your knowledge. More than once your teachers told you that your manipulation of your dendro vision was exceptional, some city-states were already looking to recruit you as a researcher or healer, but you always refused, preferring to remain free of your movements. Once you had finished your studies, you quickly decided to leave your homeland, wanting to learn more from your neighbors. Your steps finally led you to Liyue.

You had left early that morning, heading towards the Huaguang stone forest from the Dihua swamp. On the way, you passed a badly wounded young man with emerald tattoos on him. His face, despite the wounds, was beautiful and when he opened his eyes, the amber color immediately fascinated you.

You couldn't leave him like that, wounded and bruised, using your Dendro vision to heal him. When you used it, it projected a jade aura on you and a flowery area grew around you, releasing energy that allowed you to heal even the deepest wounds.

He had tried several times to ask you to identify yourself, which you did, but his apparent fatigue had closed off his senses.

Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.

You had finally reached the top of the cliff, immediately spotting two-three Qingxin flowers. You immediately knelt down beside one of them, taking out your notebook and pencil. You began to draw this beautiful flower from every angle, noting here and there the characteristics you could observe. Satisfied with everything you could see, you finally turned to the landscape plunged in the darkness of the night. Liyue's sky was dotted with stars that shone brightly. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the cliff top, your gaze turned back to the flowers of Qingxin, suddenly reminding you of the young man you had rescued. When you looked into his eyes, his eyes seemed so sad, so lonely. The pain that seemed to be emanating from him had struck you at the highest point.

You turned your attention back to the stars. Your mind was obsessed with this boy and it was with him in mind that you began to sing an ancient poem by Sumeru. The words, although sung in your native language, were undoubtedly sad and melancholic. Your hands were placed in front of you, palms up, eyes closed, activating your dendro vision. A jade-green circle encircled the entire surface of the cliff, particles of light streaming from the ground. Gradually, luminescent blue flowers began to grow around you, following the rhythm of your song.

It was a violent draught that cut you off, opening your eyes in surprise. You gasped as you saw the young man with the amber eyes standing before you.

He was out of breath, stiff as a board, his eyes never leaving yours. Something in him seemed different from this morning, in his eyes you could see... peace?

He cautiously approached you, kneeling down in front of you to get to your level. He took one of your hands in his, squeezing it gently. The particles you had created swirled around you, lighting up the scene. Your heart was pounding now that he was in front of you, you found him even more attractive under the moonlight. His eyes shone with an incredible brilliance, his tattoos also glowed with a soft emerald glow.

Your voice, your appearance, everything seemed sweet to him, no wonder he confused you with Guizhong, you looked like him in some ways.

His lips trembled slightly as he continued to examine your face, a question seemed to cross his lips.

His free hand went up to your face, tucking one of your locks behind your ear.

"Who are you? "His tone was more brutal than he had intended it to be.

Your eyes widened at the question. Of course you couldn't introduce yourself or learn who he was, his name, what he did. You wanted to know everything about this man who had marked your heart.

Seeing that you didn't answer, he asked again in a soft whisper, making you blush.

"Who are you? "

"(y/n)..."

And for the first time since you met, a smile stretched his lips, a silence accompanying your answer. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, his hand dropped yours.

"Xiao. "

You looked at him intensely, your face completely red as he straightened his legs.

"As long as you're in Liyue, I'll protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

You slowly nodded, fascinated by this man who was decidedly not human. He watched you for a few more seconds, his eyes entranced by your presence before disappearing as he had appeared...

"Xiao..."

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lath-ara-ara · 3 years

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Mga ka-tropa {Childe,Tohma + Scaramouche}

Synopsis: What your everyday life looks like with your Barkada (Squad)

- Head canon, Fluff, School AU, Based off of my experience I guess lol (I don't have many friends I just watch my classmates--), Mentions of NSFW jokes

- Filipino Reader, Taglish swearing dialogues

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- They're the worst, but also the best and ya'll just vibe

Childe

- The rich kid who insists on paying for the food you buy

- Every time in class, he'd tap on your shoulder from where he sat and act like he's paying attention to the teacher whenever you turn to glare at him. Gives subtle side glances and finds your pissed expression hilarious

- The type to place cold drinks against your cheek out of nowhere

"Yah!!? Gago, Ajax-- can you fucking stop!?" You hissed, earning a chuckle from the lad

"It's not that cold, ha-ha"

- You ignored him for the rest of the class which caused him to buy you one of your favorite snacks as he pleads for you to stop giving him the cold shoulder. He's still gonna do it again, but he won't mind buying more food for you (Win-win I suppose)

- His grades are fairly average, but still insists you tutor him. He'll drag Thoma in one of your study sessions to make you accept his request.

- You have a soft spot for Tohma and he takes advantage of it

- He calls you "Ate" as a joke, but it eventually became a natural thing for the both of you

"Ate, when's the deadline for the assignment that Ma'am gave us again?"

- Whether you're older than him or not, he has taken a liking to the Honorific

- You once fell asleep in class and was the only person inside the room, when he arrived, he immediately snapped a few pics of your drooling face before blasting "Never gonna give you up" from the Bluetooth speaker he owns

"D-did you just.. Fucking 'Rick roll' me awake..?"

"Yeah. Pretty hilarious in my opinion,"

- He has Tiktok and forces you all to join his shenanigans

- If he can't annoy you, then he'll annoy Scaramouche. You don't know how, but he got him to be accidentally sent to the elementary department's floor, which made a teacher think he's a 4th grade student.

- He got a lotta bumps in the head from the angry gremlin later on

Tohma

- The goodie two shoes friend and also the teacher's errand boy (next to Aether/Lumine)

- I feel like he has a collection of different bandana's/Headband's with all kinds of designs. He once got you a bear themed headband for your birthday

- Often gets in trouble with Childe (and the rest of you gets into trouble as well) so you all get to clean the classroom

- Kind of the mom friend but not really. Maybe it's the fact that he often notices small things about you and the others. Like the fact that he knows about your obsession with sweet/salty foods, The fact that he knows about Childe's soft spot for whales and that Scaramouche always puts aesthetic shades of eye shadow. He has fun with you all and always points out your small habits that he finds adorable.

- All his pencils are chewed and chucked, and you once thought a dog did that. He often bites into them when he's bored or just in a random trance, you had to stop him before he could finish the whole thing.

"Tohma snap out of it! You're gonna scarf the whole thing at this point!!"

"h-huh..!?" The moment he noticed the bite marks all over the wooden object he only laughed it off. Later on he didn't notice he was chewing it again, which caused it to snap. You let him borrow yours and he made sure not to bite into them this time.

- Though.. you later on find a few nibbles on the top part of the pen, making you sigh

-You bought him a set of Chewable pencil toppers and he was ecstatic to say the least.

- Whenever you guys go to the gym for P.E he always gets hit in the head with the ball, he doesn't know why. The next day he brought a helmet to school and that made Childe go into a fit of laughter

- When he got hit by a ball sometime in P.E, he actually got badly injured, so you both went into the infirmary to treat his injured forehead.

"Punyeta. Why can't those 4th grader brats just stay on their side of the Gym? this shit always happens to you" You scowled as you tend to his wound

"Ha-ha.. even if they were on their side, I doubt the ball won't hit me" He sighs with a sheepish smile

- Has Tiktok as well, but the reason is to like most of Childe's Videos (very supportive friend lol)

- The escort of your class (And Ayaka was the class muse)

- He often get's into those Class Pageant contests (and the UN themed ones as well). He has a wardrobe filled with all the costumes he used lol

"Hold still Tohma! That get up looks great beside the vending machine," Childe cackles as he takes pictures of the blonde

"LMAO-- He's literally in a sparkling suit- HA HAHA" you mirrored his actions, taking out your phone. He plays along, posing with each snap of the camera's, while Scaramouche just deadpans at you three's antics.

Scaramouche

- The Sassy Honor student

- He's cold and snappy to everyone, including you. But don't worry, he warmed up eventually, though he still acts a teensy bit cold towards you.

- You guys were seat buddies while he and Childe were on the same club

- He trusts you to do his eyeshadow so you often both do each other's makeup (It's not allowed in campus so you both have glasses to slightly hide your eye makeup, matching glasses of course.

- He has a small taser keychain in his school ID and bag, and once threatened Ajax with it (He kept calling him short)

- Whenever your group goes out to eat you both get Drinks (Boba) together while Childe and Tohma goes ahead and buy Fish balls (lol)

- He once got a bad grade for the first time and he kept brushing it off whenever people ask about it, but you know that's not how he actually feels

"Hey Scara.. You sure you're ok? " You asked, when the both of you were alone in the classroom.

That's all it took for him to sigh and lean against your shoulder, mumbling a small "No"

It shocked you, but proceeded to place your hand on top of his crown to comfort him, after a few seconds of the both of you sitting in comfortable silence, he speaks up again

"Not a word about this. Or else I'll tase you."

"Sheesh, sunget naman" You giggled

- He sometimes uses you as an arm stand, it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, He'll stand on top of a chair just to lay his elbow on your head and he smirks down at you whenever you tell him to get it off, you couldn't convince him to, so you just accepted your fate.

- You were both often the sarcastic duo of your group and would always retort mean insults to the ginger (As a joke though, you three insult each other as friend of course.)

- Intellectual insults, brought to you by our favorite sassy boi

What the squad is like

- Ajax and Scaramouche are your classic Volleyball players and LMAO- they're basically Kageyama and Hinata in reverse

"The fuck kinda serve was that?" The red head teases

"Shut up you orange tree"

"Well, at least no one ever assumes I'm a 4th grader~"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY YOU IMBECILE!?" He snaps, hitting the ball with a strong slap when it reached over the net. And because he was out of focus, that ball ended up landing into Tohma who was cheering in the sidelines with you

"T-Tohma!!!" you shrieked as his soul starts to leave his body

- Whenever Scaramouche is very fired up in a game,you and Tohma would cheer and chant at him with these specific words;

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango!? ~"

- He tells you to stop cause it's embarrassing, but you don't and he honestly secretly enjoys it

- Your squad would sometimes ask Tohma to buy some snacks in the cafeteria (With Childe paying lol) and at this point he's carrying a reusable bag as if he were going to the market

"Eh? Tohma, why do you have that bag with you?" A student asks "Are you going to the market?.. But School's still going.."

"Oh, this? Ha-ha nah! I'm just going to the cafeteria"

- The Cafeteria staff kinda got used to the same orders he'd often list out so they just dump them in the bag and Tohma gives them the cash with a simple thank you as if it was a routine (Hm, maybe it already is)

- When all of you would hang out, out of school you'd go to the arcade and it takes Childe a whole minute or two in the Claw machine. You almost got banned because kept cursing so loudly (there were little kids around)

- You and Scaramouche would play shooting games and holy shit he's good-

-You asked him if he ever had experiences in actual guns and he responded with;

"Oh, no. I just envision the targets as that Idiot who can't get anything from the Claw machine" He points at Childe

"HEY!"

- Childe and Tohma would battle through DDR and it either ends with a tie or you and Scara having to drag them out cause it was getting late.

-Lots of prizes earned and Childe swore he was close to buying the entire claw machine (Damn rich boi--)

- At the end of the day, all you three would get your preferred drinks as you all gaze at the nearest beach sunset. (You had the classic soda and straw in a bag of course)

- Whenever you plan, get together's like these, you always looked forward to them

- But let's say hypothetically that your parents are strict or didn't let you join them this time, well bestie, it's either they wont go and reschedule or kidnap you lmao

- Childe asked you to come outside of your house and the moment you did, you were met by a car and a laughing Childe and Tohma who carried you bridal style towards the vehicle

"Pukeng ina-- Mom's gonna kill me!!" you laughed into the gingers arms, hitting him playfully

"Quick Tohma!" He calls out to the boy, getting inside the car as he still holds onto you "Drive bitch! drive!!"

- By the time you got home you almost got banned from ever hanging out with them (You got grounded though LMAO)

- Your Group chat's are filled with chaos.

-Memes, Arguments (Scara and Childe) and Assignment answers were the contents of your chats

Tortang talong: [Bitch]

Fandak-go: [Bitcher]

Mama's boi: [Guys can someone send me today's assignments?]

Tortang talong: [*Sends a rick roll*]

Fandak-go: [That's like the 100th time you've sent the same joke as before.]

Fandak-go: [You're so fucking Un-original]

Tortang talong: [Please.]

Tortang talong: [ Compare my sense of humor to yours and you'll see how superior I'am to you]

Mama's boi: Guys, please :"D

Fandak-go: [Superior to me?]

Fandak-go: [Like that'll ever happen.]

Tortang talong: [My level is higher than yours, considering your height-]

Fandak-go: [I'll fucking strangle you.]

Tortang-talong: [I'd like to see you try and reach my head.]

Cult master: [Bitchest]

Cult master: [Awe- I'm too late XC]

Mama's boi: [Y/n help- please-]

Cult master: [Oki hun, what do u need?]

Cult master: [Holy shit wait- we have assignments!?]

- You're a group of chaotic idiots

- But at least you're all in it together and that's what matters<3

Translations

Gago = Stupid/Idiot

Ate = Older sister/ Can be also used as an honorific for women who are a bit older than you

Punyeta = Asshole

"sunget naman" = "so sassy"

Pukeng ina (Putang ina) = Putang ina translates to "You're mom's a whore" but can also be an expression of "Mother whore" leading to something like this "Mother whore! you scared me!!" and 'Puke' means; Pussy, so this dialogue translates to "Pussy Mother" or "Fucking pussy"

Tortang talong = Fried Eggplant omelette

Fandak-go = Fandango and Pandak mixed together. Pandak means short

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