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skyriderwednesday · 3 years

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Uncle

"You couldn't have woken up... I don't know, Drumknott?" "I would usually, if I had to. However tonight he is with his family." Maybe it was because they were both mostly in nightclothes and trending towards horizontal that Moist dared to speak his responding thought. "You didn't fight, did you?"

Called to the palace at two in the morning, a recently married Moist finds a far less pressing situation than he had been expected. He however finds himself drawn into a far deeper conversation than he would usually expect of his interactions with Vetinari.

(G rated, 2505 words, HC: Vetinari embroiders)

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The sound was like a rock bouncing off the window. Moist woke up instantly. He groaned and stumbled out of bed, glad that Adora slept like she was unconscious. It wasn't quite a rock. It was early summer and it was subtly threatening to get light already, so he could make out a hooded palace clerk standing on the lawn. They were idly reloading an oversized crossbow with a bolt that had a chunk of dense cork wrapped in cloth attached to its end. Moist groaned again and unlocked the door to the balcony. "It's two in the morning?" He called down, leaning on the railing. "His lordship requests you promptly." "At two in the morning?" The clerk sighted the crossbow. Moist stepped away from the railing. "What? If I say no, you shoot me with that thing?" "I'm not authorised to do that," the clerk said. Moist was kind of sure he recognised the voice. "Tony?" "Aye, that's my name," he said casually, pulling down his hood now that he had been identified. "This better be important..." "I don't know," Tony said with a shrug. "Can you find that other bolt by the way?" Moist found where it had bounced to. The shaft had snapped. "It broke," he said, tossing the cloth and cork bundle down towards the lawn. Tony caught it easily. "Damn, I was sure they were going to be reusable." "Look, if this isn't important then I'm going back to bed and you can tell Vetinari I'll see him when it's actually morning." "Then I'll be out here til it's 'actually' morning," Tony said, pocketing the bundle of cork. "I'm not supposed to go back without you." "That makes it sound important." "I told you, I don't know. I was just sent to come and get you." Moist sighed. "Okay, fine... I'll put my boots on." "I'd recommend trousers," Tony said dryly as he took the bolt out of his crossbow and slung it over his back. "We're walking." Moist groaned. "Fine, and trousers..." "Your roses are coming up well," Tony said. "Yeah, I'm sure you know all about roses..." Moist muttered as he left the balcony, though he had no idea what that meant. He was sure he heard the clerk snort.

The walk to the palace almost seemed... shorter at two in the morning, bizarrely. Moist would have expected it to feel longer, but then he couldn't be sure he wasn't dropping back to sleep as they went and Tony was making odd diversions. Once they got to the palace, Tony gave an odd sort of salute to the clerk standing at the foot of the stairs and disappeared into the dark. "Somebody important better be dying," Moist said as he was let into the office. "Not that I am aware," Vetinari said casually. Moist looked around for him, since he wasn't at the desk. He found him sitting on one of the sofas on either side of the fireplace with his slippered foot on the coffee table and a fairly large embroidery stand set up in front of him. The curtains were drawn closed, and there were only a few low lamps and the low-burning fire lighting the room. Moist wandered over. "Well it's not really... social, is it?" Vetinari looked up over his reading glasses, a needle held between his long fingers. "Is it not?" "It's half two in the morning." "It would appear to be, yes," Vetinari said, glancing to the needlepoint pattern beside him before continuing to sew. "You sent somebody to get me," Moist said. "I did." Moist observed that Vetinari really was in his nightclothes. He was wearing dark blue slippers, a long nightshirt, and a dark grey dressing gown. His hair, usually tied so neatly back down behind his neck, had been bundled up into a loose sort of knot out of the way further up the back of his head. It was if he had gone to bed, or at least he had decided to, then changed his mind. "Why?" Vetinari looked up. His eyes searched Moist for a moment, making him feel like he was being scanned. "Why what?" "Why did you send somebody to get me? People don't ask people over for..." he shrugged, "coffee at two in the morning." Vetinari seemed to think about this for a moment, pausing halfway through pulling thread through the canvas. "Of course not," he said. "Two in the morning is entirely wrong for coffee." He went back to sewing. Moist suppressed a sigh and leant against the opposite sofa. He didn't want to accuse Vetinari of missing the point on purpose, but he had to know there were certain social conventions he was breaking, right? "You may sit," Vetinari said plainly, not glancing up. "Oh, thanks." Vetinari tilted his head around the embroidery stand at him. "So I'm here, at half two in the morning, to watch you sew in the dark?" Vetinari didn't reply. "I was asleep," Moist went on. "A man shot a cork-tipped crossbow bolt at the bedroom window..." "His name is Antony and I had suggested him not to do that." "Oh, thanks so much for that," Moist said as sarcastically as he could. Vetinari grunted from behind the embroidery stand. Moist folded his arms and slouched on the sofa, glaring at him like a sulking teenager.

"I hear that you are now married," Vetinari said after a long while in silence. Moist woke up in surprise. "Um... yes? Yes, I... we are." "I offer my congratulations, though it appears you neglected to deliver invitations." "We... did things privately." Vetinari hummed. "I see. Was that your intent, or were proceedings... expedited?" Moist choked on nothing and his face burned. "No, we--" he spluttered, "We planned to-- We're not-- No..." "Are you alright, Mr Lipwig?" Moist coughed into his elbow and wiped his suddenly streaming nose on his sleeve. He hadn't changed out of his nightshirt to make a point, but the point seemed to have gone unnoticed. "I'm fine..." he wheezed. "You don't want a glass of water?" "No, I'm fine," Moist said, trying to stop coughing. "I think you should have a glass of water," Vetinari said, moving the stand out of the way. "There is a jug and glasses on my desk." "Really, I'm fine," Moist failed to stop his eyes from watering. "You have an... interesting method of being 'fine', Mr Lipwig," Vetinari said, starting to get up from his sofa. Moist watched him blearily as he shuffled across the room to the desk and came back with a jug and two glasses. Vetinari put the jug down on the coffee table, did not put his foot back on it, then sat on his sofa again. "Of course if you would rather choke to death on your own saliva just a few days after your 'clandestine yet planned' wedding, you may choose do so..." Vetinari poured himself water. Moist gave in because his throat was burning. Vetinari nodded at him. "There we are. I'm sorry to have surprised you so." Moist cleared his throat one more time. "It's fine." "You said you had planned to elope. Is that for a reason?" "No, it was just... less complicated, I guess...?" "You saw marriage as a complication?" Moist almost choked again, "No! Just the whole..." he trailed off, waving a hand vaguely. "The logistics of it," Vetinari finished for him. "Yeah... that bit." "But you are happy with the method in which you ultimately chose to wed?" Moist stared into the fireplace, smiling a little to himself. "Yeah, we are." "That is what matters," Vetinari said, tilting his glass towards Moist slightly. "Do inform me if you decide to celebrate more publicly at a later date." "Uh... sure! Of course... of course I will." "I do understand if you would not want me present, but I should like to be aware of it occurring." Moist stalled on a response to that. He stared into the fireplace again. "Um... thanks..." he eventually decided was appropriate. The office was getting darker as the fire burned down. The individual illuminations subtly flickering from the lamps distinguished themselves like lonely fireflies. When he looked away from the fireplace, Moist found he had to squint to even make out Vetinari opposite. He had turned his body approximately ninety degrees and had his legs straight along the length of the sofa. He seemed to be observing the way the dim points of light reflected off his water glass. "Do you always sit here in the dark?" Moist asked quietly. "Only when I can't sleep," Vetinari replied at equal volume. "I find it more useful than staring at my bedroom ceiling." "...you couldn't sleep so you woke up me?" Vetinari put the empty glass on the coffee table and hummed. "I apologise for that," he said softly. Moist played with his wedding ring, smoothing smudges out of the bright white metal. "You couldn't have woken up... I don't know, Drumknott?" Vetinari had been tracing the panels of the ceiling. His eyelids seemed heavier as he looked back towards Moist, but it was probably a trick of the light. "I would usually, if I had to. However tonight he is with his family." Maybe it was because they were both mostly in nightclothes and trending towards horizontal that Moist dared to speak his responding thought. "You didn't fight, did you?" Vetinari huffed in amusement. "No, his not being here has nothing to do with me," he folded his hands on his chest thoughtfully. "It is because he now has another nephew." "Oh," Moist said quietly. "Tell him

congratulations from me." Vetinari raised a tiny smile. "I shall." Moist watched him in the darkness. He couldn't know what was happening in his head, what had really kept him awake, but the loneliness was coming off him in waves. A lonely old (well, older) man lying across from a much younger man recently married... "You could be uncle..." Vetinari turned towards him. "Pardon?" "Well, what else are the kids gonna call you?" Moist said. "When we have them, I mean." Something happened in his face. It was too dark for Moist to determine what it was. "That is... if you want..." Vetinari hummed softly and turned back towards the ceiling. "I should like that, thank you." Moist nodded. Then his mind ricocheted, unable to leave it at that. "Do you... want that in writing or...?" Vetinari gave a second amused huff in ten minutes, which may have been a record. "Perhaps at your next appointment, Mr Lipwig." "Right sir."

It was the sound of curtains opening that woke him. Moist twisted onto his back, raising an arm over his face at the light. There was no sign of the embroidery stand, or the glasses on the coffee table. There was however a blanket folded neatly on the other sofa. He had a blanket too, though he didn't know where it had come from. Moist yawned. "Good morning, Mr Lipwig." He sat up and looked around. Vetinari was washed and dressed, standing behind the desk. He didn't look like he had fallen asleep on a sofa, though his hair wasn't tied... "Uh... morning, sir?" "It is six o'clock," Vetinari answered calmly. "I should think you may have your absence from home unnoticed if you wish." "Oh..." was all Moist could think to say. "If that is not a concern however..." Vetinari inclined his head, "it would not be wrong of you to stay for breakfast." "Um... thanks, sir, but..." Moist folded the blanket off of himself, "I should get home. I probably owe Spike excuses." There was a small smile. "Very well. I shall not make you walk home in your night clothes." Moist shrugged. "I've done worse, sir." "Certainly," Vetinari said, "but there may be talk. After all, you are a married man, Mr Lipwig." Moist spluttered, "Sir!" Vetinari laughed. Moist fought for control of his blushing. "Regardless, if you go up the passage and turn left to the flight of stairs, you are free to use the first bedroom you meet to wash, and there you will also find a clean shirt that should be around your size." "The passage?" Vetinari indicated behind him and Moist realised the hidden door behind the desk was open. "Oh. You said... left up to the flight of stairs?" Vetinari tilted his head slightly. "Straight ahead as you enter the passage, then turn left," he corrected. "You will encounter a flight of stairs, which you should ascend. At the top of the stairs, you will exit the passage via a door, subsequently the first door in that corridor will be the bedroom to which I refer." Moist did his best to commit this to memory. "Straight ahead, then left. Up the stairs, out the door, first room in the corridor. ...right?" Vetinari nodded. "Right, okay. Thanks, sir."

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Somehow Moist managed to convince the carriage driver to drop him off at the end of the street, and he crept back into the house through the kitchen door ‐- where naturally Adora was waiting for him. "So?" she asked flatly. "They... needed me early at the bank," he said. "Really?" "...yeah. Problem with the..." He'd forgotten the words, "...cutting dies." "Cutting dies," she repeated. "Yeah." "At the bank." "...there's cutting dies at the bank." "You went to solve a problem with the cutting dies at the bank in yesterday's trousers and your nightshirt." "Yes..." Moist said, trying a little too hard to be convincing. "So what's this shirt?" she asked, tugging gently at his sleeve and the laced collar. "...it's a spare one." "From the bank." Moist looked at himself. "Yeah," he said. "It's a bit old fashioned," she said. "If it had ruffles you'd fit in on stage." "...which is why I'd only wear it in an emergency." "And this morning was an emergency." "Well I couldn't walk home in my nightshirt... there might be talk." "Why might there be talk?" "Well..." Moist turned red, "Because we're married." Adora snorted, "You're an idiot." "I'm your idiot," he said hopefully. She rolled her eyes and pulled his shoulders down to kiss his forehead. "Yes, you are. And since you're back and conscious, you can make the coffee."

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"Is there something on your mind, Vimes?" Vetinari asked from across the desk several hours later. "Just something stupid, sir," Vimes replied, only half looking at him. "What would that be?" Vimes cleared his throat. "You're going to think I've gone completely daft, but I'm convinced I saw Lipwig walking up the street at six o'clock this morning wearing one of your old shirts." Vetinari gave him a stern look. "Yes, Vimes, that is rather... how did you put it? 'Daft '." "I had just woken up, sir." "I expect you had, Vimes." "Sorry." "Yes." Vetinari changed the subject, "Drumknott is once again an uncle." Vimes lightened, "He told me actually, as I got here. Seems very proud, sir." Vetinari nodded fondly. "Yes, he does in fact."

#discworld #discworld fic #moist von lipwig #havelock vetinari #moist... has probably forgotten about the 'you can be uncle' thing #his lordship most definitely has not #i'm sure he likes kids and he'd love to be uncle havelock #he just doesn't get the chance to #which is why all of my post-canon imaginings surround him with the offspring of his proteges

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theonceoverthinker · 3 years

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500. As this daily series of mine comes to an end, I just want to reflect on all the MARRY time writing Fair Game HCs has brought me!

I’m freezing up as I’m trying to write even just this intro. I don’t feel ready. After a year and a half, how can I feel anything else? This series is now a part of me and ending it is like losing a piece of my soul. I have so many emotions -- too many emotions -- it doesn’t feel wrong to end the series here (The 500 milestone makes sense), but it hurts all the same.

Let me start with thank you to everyone whose read these. Seriously, I know I thank you occasionally, but I can’t do it enough. Knowing that there are people interested in what I write and think about these two and enjoy the happier life I’m paining them in the absence of canon just makes me feel so much less alone than usual. It means the world to me so please believe me when I say that I wouldn’t have gotten to 500 without each and every one of you, whether you were here from the beginning or just joined in whenever.

I’m so happy to have finally reached this moment, but simultaneously so torn up about what that means.

Will I never do another Fair Game HC again? HECK NO! While the regular daily episodes are ending, if I find another topic that I want to Fair Game-i-fy, I will definitely make more episodes, and hopefully, before long, I will! I just need to take a break from the daily updates. I’ve hit burnout several times over the past year and a half and it’s not fun, so while I still have some energy to spare, I want to end the daily series on a high note!

Also, forgive me because I’m gonna cheat this as a submission for @fairgameweek2021 while I’m at it (If it’s not cool, then my apologies). The theme today is Charms/Dreams and while neither of these come up in the HC itself, this wedding and this series as a whole I think acts as a reflection of the dreams much of the Fair Game fandom had for this ship.

When I say this, I don’t mean it in the sense of I’d be upset if not each and every one of these didn’t come true -- that’s never been what my love for Fair Game was about, nor that each and every Fair Game fan subscribes to these HCs (Good GOD, no -- not even close). Like many fans, I just wanted these two characters who deserved happiness (Especially Qrow given his almost unreal amount of trauma and hardships) and seemed like they’d finally found it with each other to get exactly that. So in the absence of canon, I hope people were able to take solace in this space and live in the daydreams I created for them here.

So here we are at long last: The Fair Game Wedding. If you want to follow the story thus far, you can check out my HC compilation page. I’ve highlighted all of the wedding HCs in green, and have fully caught up the HC list!

That said, if you don’t feel like reading all of them and just want to check out this last one, here’s the tldr for what you need to know: The wedding is taking place in the Amity communications tower (This HC series only follows canon until 7X11 for those who didn’t know because I only choose to acknowledge good writing (especially for Qrow and Clover) here), Tai is Qrow’s Best Man, Marrow is Clover’s Best Man, Robyn is officiating, Ruby’s walking Qrow down the aisle, Yang’s walking Clover down the aisle, Clover got Qrow a silver ring with four tiny encrusted emeralds, Qrow got Clover a dark ring with four tiny encrusted rubies, Qrow’s wearing an onyx tux with a white undershirt and a crimson bowtie and handkerchief, and Clover’s wearing a black tux with a white undershirt and a dark green bowtie and handkerchief.

Okay! We’re good to go!

Well, for the last regularly-scheduled time, let’s get to it!

HC under the cut!

“Uncle Qrow! Help! We can’t find your shoes!”

Ruby’s cry is what wakes Qrow up.

What a way to start the day. He hasn’t even had coffee or breakfast yet and he’s already been tasked with finding his wedding shoes. Give him a break.

It then comes to attention that this is his wedding day. By the time he goes to bed, he and Clover will be married.

His crankiness at being woken up and put to work so quickly doesn’t fully evaporate, but a lot of it does all the same.

And as Qrow starts searching his temporary room to find his shoes, he can’t help but take note of the bubbling happiness under him.

()()()()()()()()()()()

It feels so weird to Clover to wake up in the Ace Ops’ suite. He’s stopped by from time to time since leaving the Atlesian Army, especially as he’s been planning his wedding, but staying over feels simultaneously nostalgic and bizarre.

Mostly though, the odd feeling is one that stems from not waking up beside Qrow. It’s not that they haven’t slept apart, but whenever they have outside of their bachelor parties, it’s been for a mission.

Well, in all fairness, today’s at once a party and a mission, and by the end of it, he and Qrow will be back sleeping right beside each other.

Clover can just barely stand the wait.

()()()()()()()()()()

The alter is beautiful. The whites and browns and red and greens come together so nicely.

In an interesting surprise touch, Harbinger in its scythe form and Kingfisher in its rod form are tastefully placed right next to Tai and Marrow respectively. And on top of their handles, Qrow and Clover’s respective rings rest safely on each of their handles.

They’re both impressed, more so that their weapons were somehow sneak out and brought all the way to the communications tower without either’s knowledge.

Clover’s the first to arrive at Amity Tower. Tai and Marrow organized how Qrow and Clover would check in on things so they wouldn’t see each other until the ceremony. Though Clover found the superstition banal, he decides not to make a fuss about it today, not when there are more important things going on.

The sweet smell of flowers greets his nose. They’re all laid out so nicely, and possibly even more so in the reception hall. Clover looks to his and Qrow’s table, and then to his pants.

Marrow gave him back his phone this morning, and with Marrow temporarily busy in the bathroom, Clover sends Qrow a quick text before he returns.

Clover: Everything looks perfect up here, but I bet you’ll look even better. See you soon. ;)

Qrow arrives a bit later than expected...which for him was anything but unexpected. Between finding his shoes, Tai insisting on ironing his suit (”I swear, there was a wrinkle on it this morning!), making sure he got a good meal in him, cramming everyone into Tai’s car, and dealing with traffic, it’s amazing they got there when they did.

By the time Qrow gets there, the caterers are starting to arrive and their cake is on its way over, too!

Though Qrow initially felt his scroll buzz in the car, he’s unable to look at it until now. He sees Clover’s text in between the tons of congratulations messages, and smiles.

He’s such a dork.

But he’s Qrow’s dork.

Qrow: You know it. ;) See you soon.

Far too much time is spent for either of their taste’s getting into their suits and going over their entrances and everything (Though given how their rehearsal went, neither can be too annoyed).

Both meet their respective halves of the wedding party and soon enough...it’s time.

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Robyn’s the first to enter. She has a basic script in her hand, but everyone knows she’s gonna do some ad-libbing and are excited for it.

Qrow walks down the aisle first with Ruby. The whole time, he can’t but hold his breath behind his smile, worried he might trip. Ruby, who can now fully tell how her uncle operates, holds his arm tighter and more supportively. Qrow would be lying if he said it didn’t help. Upon reaching the front, Ruby gives Qrow a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before leaving his side.

After he arrives, the two sets of groomsmen enter side-by-side: Marrow and Tai, Elm and Port, Vine and Oobleck, and Harriet and Theodore (Yeah, I know basically nothing about Theodore, but I realized my numbers for Qrow’s groomsmen didn’t add up to Clover’s, and I hear the two of them got along, so we’re doing this!).

Once they’re in position, Clover enters with Yang. Clover, like Yang, holds his breath, but for a different reason. Qrow looks so impossibly good in his suit, and he can tell Qrow really likes how he looks, too. Like Ruby with Qrow, before leaving to join her sister, Yang gives Clover a hug and cheek kiss, but also a nice pat on the shoulder and a wish for “good luck.” Clover loves the sensation.

Clover whispers under his breath that Qrow looks amazing. Qrow thanks him, throwing a wink at Clover. Clover looks as stunned by it as Qrow did when he did it the first time.

Ceremony stuff happens, and then we get to the vows!

Robyn signals for Qrow to go first. He nods at her and begins.

“Clover,” Qrow says. “I want to say something to you, something that I never thought I would, especially here of all places, but something that feels like it should be said all the same. ...Here it goes. Clover, we don’t have to get married.”

There’s a pause as everyone watching gasps. Clover is the only one who doesn’t, though he does raise and eyebrow. Qrow maintains eye contact with him and continues.

“It’s true,” he says. “We know we’re going to be together for the rest of our lives. I’m not leaving you, you’re not leaving me, and once this is all over, we’re going to go right back to the same home we’ve spent years building together to build even more of it for as long as we can. We’ll get up, make breakfast and coffee, work, come home, watch TV, and go to bed. Maybe we’ll do different things on the weekends with Tai and the kids, or maybe we’ll just relax on the couch with a movie. So no, we don’t need to get married...but that’s exactly why I want to.”

The sighs of relief are close to deafening, and expecting that, Qrow takes another pause. Clover’s smile is beautiful, not beaming of exceedingly large, but radiant as it has ever been. Qrow hopes that whoever their planner organized to record their wedding captures it because it’s a smiles Qrow imagines he’ll want to look at over and over again.

“It’s exactly because we don’t need to throw a ceremony or a big party to show the world we love each other that makes me want to do just that,” Qrow continues. “A love like what we have, one that’s special because of all the things that don’t make it special just as much as all of the things that do, well to me, that’s a love worth celebrating. I love you, Clover, and I love the fact that being here with you gives me another chance to celebrate how we feel, how far we’ve come, and how much further we’ll go.”

There are tears in the corners of Clover’s eyes threatening to fall any second. Qrow feels that his own are on the verge of doing the same.

Clover pull him in for a hug. They know it’s not what they’re supposed to do, but it feels right and that’s all that matters. It lasts for ten seconds before they finally pull back.

Robyn’s looking at them jokingly.

“You know you’re not supposed to do that yet, right?”

“Eh,” Qrow says, shrugging with a smirk on his face. “We’re unconventional.”

“Except when we’re not,” Clover chimes in, winking at Qrow over the joke.

Robyn, smiling all the while, rolls her eyes.

“Clover, it’s your turn,” she says. The two exchange nods and then Clover turns to Qrow.

“Qrow,” he starts, “I definitely saw my life differently before I met you. I was an Atlesian Military Captain of the kingdom’s strongest group of Huntsmen, likely to stay just where I was until I retired or died in combat. That’s what I saw for myself, and that’s all I saw for myself. In that life, I didn’t see a home, I didn’t see a family, and I never saw someone I loved so much that I’d leave everything I thought I knew behind just to stand by his side. But once I met you and the kids, I began to see all sorts of things that I’d never considered for myself before -- all of those things I just listed and more. That’s the life we’ve had together so far -- deep, kind, strange, fun, sometimes a bit mundane but also beautiful because of it. I’ve got to tell you, Qrow, I can’t think of anything luckier happening to me in my entire life than finding you.”

Qrow snorts. It’s not an interruption, but Clover can’t help but comment on it.

“I guess you saw that coming?” Clover jokes.

“Maybe a bit.”

“Fair enough. Well, I don’t need to tell you that with semblances like ours, luck’s always been a special thing between us. Misfortune and Good Fortune just have a way of being part of our lives, no matter what we think or plan or want. We’ve talked before about how they counter each other or why one might be more powerful than the other on any given day, but while luck might have been what brought us together as partners initially and it certainly is part of us, it’s not all of us. Luck has some interesting perks, both good and bad alike -- it can make a day or even week better or worse -- but it can’t get either of us what we have together nor take it away. Luck doesn’t earn me the sight of that gleam in your eyes when I bring you a bowl of noodles just the way you like or that smile of yours when I tell you tell you a joke. Luck helps us live our lives, but we do the rest, and I think we do a pretty good job living it together, and I can’t wait to keep on doing it with you for the rest of our lives.”

A good number of the attendants make an “awwww” sound at the end of Clover’s vows. Qrow’s tempted to make fun of it, but abstains.

Robyn nods at the conclusion of her vows. Tai and Marrow collect the rings for Qrow and Clover from off of the weapons and bring them to them. Robyn then turns to Clover.

“Clover Ebi,” she says. “Do you take this man, Qrow Branwen, to be your lawfully-wedded husband -- to love, cherish, and grow with him in sickness and in health and for better or worse as long as you both shall live?”

Clover’s smile is present. It doesn’t get bigger, but it gets deeper.

“I do,” he says. Qrow takes Clover’s ring and slides it easily onto Clover’s finger.

Robyn turns to Qrow.

“And Qrow Branwen,” she continues. “Do you take this man, Clover Ebi, to be your lawfully-wedded husband -- to love, cherish, and grow with him in sickness and in health and for better or worse as long as you both shall live?”

Qrow’s smile stays the same -- relaxed, easy, and so utterly content. Despite seeing it hundreds of times by now, it still looks so beautiful to Clover...especially when he says the next two words.

“I do.”

Qrow extends out his hand, and Clover, with the ring he got him, slides it down Qrow’s flawless finger effortlessly.

Robyn’s smile grows.

“Then by the power vested in me by the Kingdom of Solitas and the land of Remnant, I now declare you husbands. You may now kiss.”

Qrow and Clover have kissed more times than they can possibly count.

But by the time Robyn declares them married, they’re starving to feel each other’s kisses again. Cupping each other’s cheeks, Qrow and Clover share their first kiss as a married couple.

Everyone cheers. A quarter of the room cheers through their tears.

Finally, they’re married.

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Qrow and Clover get a small break to themselves before they enter the reception. They spend much of it standing and sitting close together, kissing, telling the Qrow and Clover equivalent of sweet nothings to each other, and talking about what their previous night and this morning were like. It’s kind, relaxed, and happy -- so, so happy.

The reception’s amazing. Between awesome food, “the world’s best cocktail hour” (Qrow and Clover’s words, not mine), a good DJ, heartwarming (and a little embarrassing) speeches, gorgeous decorations, cool party favors, and a beautiful and loving first dance, everyone has an amazing time.

At some point, Qrow and Clover find themselves able to sneak out of their own reception for a break (Qrow especially needs one, but Clover’s not about to pretend he’s not at least a little tired either). There’s a small empty balcony right in front of the moon. Clover loops his arm around Qrow’s shoulders and settles it on the left one.

Clover takes a deep breath through his nose and Qrow can feel his hairs bounce up and down with it.

“Smell something you like?” Qrow teases.

“More like someone. And I can’t wait to keep smelling him.”

They relax in the quiet for a bit. Qrow snuggles into Clover’s side as the gentle wind embraces their forms wherever it can.

“We’re married,” Clover finally says, said as if he’s just realized it for the first time.

It must be the tenth time today he’s done so since the ceremony.

Qrow hasn’t gotten even remotely sick of hearing it.

“We’re married,” he repeats.

Clover releases a rumbling chuckle, then kisses Qrow’s upper right temple. Qrow presses his lips to Clover’s hand. It’s not a kiss, per se, but it lingers delicately on his hand.

They stay for a couple more minutes before deciding that they should probably return to their party.

The rest of the party is so nice. Friends and family party and dance the night away with the gorgeous night sky all around them for hours.

The cleanup is exhausting and despite loving their wedding planner from the moment they hired her, Qrow and Clover have never been more grateful for her services than where she says they can head out and that she would finish up the rest of the work and text them (”Tomorrow afternoon. You guys are gonna need some shut eye.”).

It takes Qrow and Clover about an hour to get home. Clover drives once they’re on solid ground again. In the car, neither talk much, content to sit and enjoy the drive home in a comfortable quiet, save for the occasional joke and “We’re married” statement.

When they’re finally home, they stop at the door. After all, who’s going to carry who over the threshold?

They compromise. Kissing each other’s face all the way, Qrow carries Clover through their front door, and Clover carries Qrow through their bedroom door onto a...very fun wedding night (Which I’m gonna let you all imagine for yourself because I have literally been writing this all day and writing about sex is kind of tough for me when I’m at my best).

When they’re at last ready to go to sleep, Qrow and Clover cuddle close and give each other a final loving look before falling asleep in each other’s arms, blissfully together tonight and for decades worth of them to come, just as they deserve. I don’t even know what to say now that we’re here at the end. I think I said it here earlier, but it bears repeating: I love you all and thank you so much for following these Fair Game HCs.

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wingz-of-shit · 3 years

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Nowhere to grieve

I messed up but here was the ask by anon: Hello there... I'm broken. 139.. it just wasn't right at all. Is it selfish that I wanted levihan? All the signs are there (plane, "heart" and all) but it doesn't feel like a proper goodbye? Do you have Levi HC after the war? But before the three years skip? Good day

Hmm, hi anon. If you expected me to fix that heart of yours, well you're mistaken. I love angsty HC. And that chapter 139 certainly helped with the writer's block. And this is why I put this together for you. Brace yourself.

Nowhere to grieve

Summary: Armin helps Levi cope with his grief after the war

Words: 1200

Armin looked over his shoulder at the man that once stood as humanity's strongest. He was now wheeling himself toward the mess hall, painfully aware of the physical condition he was in. As commander of the corps, Armin found out that the job didn't only mean leading soldiers into battles like he might have thought at the beginning of his career; it also meant caring and worrying for them. The former commander certainly taught him so. For all the years Hange Zoe had been commander, Armin had never worried about being left alone. He had found a family. A bizarre one, but still. A family. And now the eldest member of this family was in pain.

"Did Heichou eat today?" Armin asked Jean. The latest shook his head looking equally worried. "He refused. Says he's not hungry."

"Understandable."

Understandable indeed. Ymir's curse had been broken for less than a month, and a month was not enough at all to grieve decades' worth of dead people. Armin had checked the records and felt sick when the Titan War's number of victims came out. There were many citizens alright, most of them were from Shiganshina, all those years ago. But the ones who had suffered the most were the survey corps.

Shinzou wo sasageyo.

"What can we do?" Jean asked.

"Find out the reason he's like this?" Armin mumbled, although, he knew the reason why his Heichou was acting this way. He'd seen the fleeting looks between his two superiors, he'd seen the closeness. Hange Zoe, former Commander, was the reason his Captain had not recovered yet.

When Armin was chosen as the next commander, he had considered it as a promotion, or a pride. But then, in the small time that was a month, he'd understood that no one should endure the job of Commander. It all stood on mental strength. Which one of them would be the last to break? Which one of them was the most likely to think with their brain and not their heart? Which one of them was ready to die for the cause?

"I think I know what to do." Armin hesitantly walked towards his Captain, well to his subordinate, and laid a hand on his shoulder. Never before had he had such an intimate touch for the man who jerked away at the intrusion.

"Arlert." His icy gaze pierced his soul and all confidence was shattered away. "The fuck you want?"

"I'd like to show you something." He gestured at the wheelchair's handles. "May I?" Levi nodded his head suspiciously. Armin focused on his breathing and began to calmly talk.

"I know you don't agree with how things were done. Many don't. But I don't think there was a right way to ever end this war. You may say there were other options but if you consider each one of them it always seems to lead to a massacre. We've tried talking with Marley before. Hange San tried to do that. It led to betrayal. It led to where we stand today. Captain... I don't know if this can be any comfort but those who are dead were probably meant to be. It's thanks to their faith, to their sacrifice that the war ended at last. And it hurts, I'm not pretending to know half of your grief but I still lost many friends in this battle. And I rather think of them with a proud smile. Look at us: it's finally over and- "

"Tch." Armin looked at Levi surprised. "Sounds like a happy ending to you." He turned around in the wheelchair. "I knew you more intelligent than that Arlert."

A happy ending? A fucking happy ending? How could this ever be a happy ending. "Look, I'm trying to see the best of what's left. It's not easy but I have hope. And hope will lead this world to brighter days, I'm sure. If I lose hope then yes, the battle will be truly lost." Armin walked at a faster pace towards the cemetery. "I lost my best friend, I lost so many people I cared for... The come out of this war is not a happy ending. It's sad and we're alive. But do we have to make this life a nightmare? Can't we just pretend that...it's going to be okay, and maybe it's even worth it?"

There was a long silence then. Only the quivering of leaves in the wind filled the space. It waltzed over the grassy road and rushed to the large area covered in white crosses far away. The military cemetery.

"They would have wanted for us to be happy. She would have." Armin added carefully; he watched closely as a shiver shook Levi's body at the mention of the pronoun.

"What are we even doing here?" Levi asked when they reached the cemetery. He could see the skepticism in his eyes. Levi hadn't visited the cemetery once since they came back. He hadn't come to the ceremony where they said every single name of their fallen comrades.

"It's time for a little prayer Captain."

"A prayer?" He paused startled. "Do I really have to?"

"Yes, Captain. Let's find a tombstone." Now Armin could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Is this a joke? She's not here, remember?" His voice was cold and bitter, but it was mainly grief that Armin heard.

"We're going to pretend. And they're all together anyway, what difference does it make?"

He strolled through the white crosses. "It's nice to say goodbye. It's important. "Here, these are nice. I'll leave you alone to it."

Levi stared in disbelief at Arlert's back as he was hastily walking away. Had he really brought him here? And asked him to say goodbye? To whom? To her? He looked back at the white cross, the name on it echoed in his mind. He'd known this person, a soldier that died on their very first expedition years ago.

They're all together anyway.

Levi rolled his eye. He was actually going to talk to the cross. He closed his eye and let the vision he forced away every night fill his mind. And there she was, smiling brightly at him after nearly having her head bitten off by Sawney or Bean or whatever fucking titan. And then he could see her riding fiercely ahead of him to the ocean. And then he could feel the warmth of her skin when they were away from gazes. He could hear her voice in all its mood: happiness, grief, anguish, love. And then he could see the sparks surrounding her form and engulfing her in the flames of eternal rest.

"I miss you. He paused

I had a dream about you the other night... you know that cabin in the forest? It was warm.

And..." Levi stopped talking, the lump in his throat had grown too overwhelming. Stupid Arlert. This was his fault.

The way back to the SC's building was shorter than Levi had expected, his mind was filled with memories. Could he have the life they all fought for? Could it have meaning without them? Her?

Shinzou wo sasageyo.

He'd try. For them. For her.

Right then the wind rose again and ruffled his hair in a familiar way. Levi looked around, he was sure he had felt her. May it be a ghost or a spirit, she was looking over him.

Who wants to cry with me now?

Update: I saw this post and it's kinda the same vibe haha, check it out too.

#who wants to cry too?#I'm going to hell #bye #levihan #levi ackerman #snk #hange zoe #rivai ackerman #hanji zoe

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gaymershigh · 4 years

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Hello! I saw your askbox and open and read your rules and you are right, it's not often I see Male×Male reader inserts in the TWST fandom. So, I'd thought I'd request some to help the cause! If I may, can I request some headcannons of dorm leaders of TWST×Male!Reader who is in their dorm and has been noticeably stressed in their schoolwork and one night is seen super stressed out and the dorm leader's fellow students pull the reader aside and hand the reader over to the dorm leader because the reader refuse to listen to anyone else?

Of course you may! Tbh, this is such a nice request, I enjoy doing multiple characters, but it's so difficult for me to write for Azul and Vil in this hc for some reason??

REMINDER: Don't overwork yourself just because you don't think it's enough! The fact that you're trying is already amazing! Please remember to take care of your health because you matter! 💜

Triggers: None!

Dorm Leaders dealing with a stressed Male!Reader

Ever since Riddle got a text from Trey and its about his boyfriend doing his schoolwork on ungodly hours he was worried, very worried.

He wants to come to you and make a 2 hour speech about how you shouldn't overwork yourself but he barely has anytime as well, he's a very busy man as well.

So he decided to order your friends, Ace and Deuce to tell you to not overwork yourself. Hell, he even prepared a script for them.

Of course, it didn't work. It was so obvious it was from a script because Deuce sounds so robotic and Ace kept correcting Deuce. Your stubbornness makes it even more awkward and worse.

He ordered Trey and Cater this time, with a whole new script too.

They did a good job and all, but it also failed because your ass is so stubborn and Cater is pretty impatient and kept using his phone.

This only made you stressed out even more because these mofos probably dont understand how you feel.

Deuce's dense ass noticed this and told Ace about it. And that's how Ace got a big brain idea.

You were screaming, usually, the ADeuce duo usually stays at your dorm to chill while you do your work and NOT drag you to their dorm.

They shoved you to Riddle's room and what you're not expecting was your boyfriend showing a very worried face.

He immediately hugged you tightly before you could say a word. He cupped your face and caressed your cheek.

“My sweetheart, please don't overwork yourself, it's unhealthy for you. From now on, only work yourself for 2 hours max. Come now, let's drink some tea together.”

He knows that something's up when you haven't been hanging out with him for a while.

He misses his herbivore so much, he misses cuddling his boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit.

When he found out you've been doing your schoolwork 24/7 by Ruggie, his response is indecisive but on the inside he's bothered.

Since he's too lazy to move on his very comfortable position, he threatened ordered his dorm members to convince you to stop overstressing yourself.

Knowing Savanaclaw, of course they failed, there was no hope to begin with. It was a disaster. They tried but they're way too intimidating for you to even listen to their words. Thank god Ruggie was there to bail them out so it wasn't too awkward.

This made Leona very moody. Not only he cannot snuggle with you, his plan failed and he now forces himself to sleep alone in pain. Boohoo.

Ruggie can't stand this man's temper tantrums so he just snatched you away from your dorm and toss you to a sleeping Leona.

The lazy lion woke up immediately when he recognized your scent. Since he's still sleepy however, he just pulled you to his bed and hugged you close with his tail wrapped on your leg

“Hmph, you chose your schoolwork over me and had the audacity to not meet up for the entire week? You're not going anywhere this time, especially with you in my arms.”

He won't blame you to be honest. He overworks himself too and ignore your warnings multiple times. However, that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it.

He at least has time to spend with you but you didn't. Of course that made the octopus upset and he's not gonna five up when it comes to you.

He stalks you everytime he gets the chance. Your stressed expression really displeases him. He wants to do something about this so bad but he doesn't want to disturb his already stressed boyfriend.

Jade caught on to Azul's bizarre behavior and he cam up with an idea to surprise both of you.

“Kidnapping shrimpy? Ok!” of course Floyd would say yes, it's Floyd.

You're screaming in distress and confusion. Just a second ago you were messaging your temples because you couldn't mesmerize what Mr. Trein taught you and now you're getting kidnapped by the Leech twins, what a surprise. An unwelcome one at that.

Azul was shocked when he hears your cries as the twins dropped you off his room, still tied in ropes and leaving like nothing happened.

Azul untied you, explaining theories as to why they would do such things, but when he does got the right answer, he blushed in embarrassment. He caused this.

He placed a soft kiss and holds your hand gently.

“I apologize for causing a huge ruckus. It's just I missed you when you barely replied to my calls and texts and you kept working and that made me worried sick! I'm sorry that I sound selfish but.. Could you stay here a bit longer, please?”

Oh dear. How could you say no to that?

Ok first of all how could you even ignore him? He always keep coming to you and basically screaming at you.

Your stress may could have took the you over and may accidentally snapped at him for being too noisy.

This made him sad and left the room. BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU GOT SOME PEACE AND QUIET AM I RIGHT?

But if you think that's gonna make him upset??? You're his wonderful boyfriend! His treasure! No matter what, just seeing thinking of you makes him happy again.

This didn't last as you kept ignoring his daily chat with you and his messages and calls. This wasn't okay.

This genuinely made him stressed as well, he probably doesn't even exist to you anymore. Despite it just being 2 days if felt like forever since you talk to him or even looking at him with a smile.

Kalim wanted to spend fun times with his boyfriend like always. Not just sit there and look at him groaning at the worksheet every now and then.

He missed you so much. Even though he sees you, it just doesn't feel the same.

He got less happier as the days go by, everyone got worried sick. Even Jamil felt disturbed about it, usually he would be living the life when Kalim's quiet.

Everything's the usual today. Kalim visiting you and he's quiet again. You of course felt bad but you really need to pass this test.

But out of nowhere, you kept getting text messages from Jamil screaming to you about talking to Kalim and how pathetic he looks when sad.

When you turned around, your heart shattered to pieces. There it is, a sad Kalim in tears, curling himself on your bed to at least have your scent on him.

You stopped what you're doing and hop on tour bed and press his face against the crook of your neck, muttering sorry.

“Ahhh! I miss you so much,habibi!(my love) please don't overwork yourself and ignore me! I love you so much and seeing you date your homework then dating me hurts me! Please dont leave me! I'll be the best boyfriend ever!”

Who do you think you are, to ignore your lover's calling just for a paper of misery? How foolish.

Vil understood that your future is important to you, but do you really need to worry when you're dating the Vil Schoenheit? The beautiful, rich man who spoils you every single day?

Not only that, stress causes wrinkles and you're also ruining your sleep schedule?! Unacceptable.

He kept ranting to you about how greasy your hair and how big the bags under your eyes are.

To the point you have to lock your door to refrain him for entering and rant. You're already stressing out and there's literally no way you're going to hear about your dramatic boyfriend moan about your appearance.

He kept calling and texting you and you also ignore that. If anything you gave good morning texts or either leave him on read.

And he's not tolerating that.

His job was easier to handle than the others. He can just ask Rook to kidnap you and he would oblige and do so in an instant.

And he just did that.

Unlike the others, you know exactly what's going to happen when Rook is violently dragging you to Pomefiore. He's going to put you in Vil's room, listen to him rant for a few hours and do beauty things or whatever.

Well, have of that did happen when Rook closed Vil's door. He did rant but what your not expecting was him being very gentle and sweet.

“I knew it, you got increasingly worse. Oh well, I will refix this mess later. But for now, you should rest right beside me. No leaving no matter the circumstances, you understand, potato?”

I mean, of course you're gonna ignore him, he's just a gross, weeby loser. There's no way he can impact your life positively in any single way. If anything, he probably causes trouble to his you anyway.

He doesn't really wanna stop you, he really cherishes you and your choices even if they're not good and losing someone like you is probably gonna take years to move on to.

Poor Ortho, he needs to hear his brother rant about his boyfriend not being able to see nor play games with because he's busy working himself.

But this made Ortho worry. Not only id his brother is sad but you're risking your health to do schoowork! That's no good.

This made you confused. Ortho kept muttering about your health status to himself everytime you pass by the hallways.

And everyday, your stress levels increase and your health is deteriorating.

He needs to make you rest at all cost but he knows your stubborn. So he has to do one thing that makes your knees weak.

His very own special puppy eyes.

Ortho innocently dragged you to Idia without either of you guy's knowledge.

When Idia finds out, he immediately apologized for the inconvenience he caused and you might have to be the one to comfort him.

“I'M SERIOUSLY SO SORRY! I just really wanted to play games with you and hangout with you like usual.. Eh? You will?? REALLY!?”

At first, the fae didn't even realise you are stressing despite showing a few signals.

Until you start ignoring him. Then you got a pouty Malleus. (aw)

He doesn't understand why you're struggling with Mr. Divus' homework, it seems so easy to him, why is it so hard for you?

That made you upset and he still doesn't know why.

He never had a boyfriend like you before so of course he's not gonna understand gen z struggles. Spare him please.

Lilia gave him some tips, only for it to be tricks and make you more upset. snide mf

Seeing a sad Malleus made Sebek upset, then mad.

He asked Lilia what's wrong with his young master.

And when he found out you're replacing him with your schoolwork and then for some reason 'stressing' about it??

How rude!

Sebek kept nagging at you to stop working and pay attention to your damn boyfriend but you couldn't care less about Sebek and his shenanigans.

You only start sweating when he suddenly yanked your arm and dragged you to Diasomnia.

And what you see is a pouty Malleus playing with his little game.

When you sat next to him, he immediately wrapped you in his arms.

“My darling, I plead for you not to pressure yourself in something that only destroys you even more. What progress you have done is enough for today but as of now, you need rest. Release all your negativity away, love.”

This is literally my second work but I already feel like a failure.

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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summonerscenarios · 3 years

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I always find angst about MC dying infront of their friends and the knowledge of the App literally reviving them after it closes just makes it funny for me. Unless cases like overworld shifts or enclosed area snot created by the App. So may I request MC dying infront of the Summoners and in the heat of the moment confesses their love for MC.... then MC revives thanks to the App. How would the Summoners react to themselves confessing and how would MC react their feelings.

Since you didn’t specify hcs or scenarios I got a little carried away and wrote a drabble instead~! I know that even if the MC dies in the app battle it still counts as a death, so I got the MC as close to near-death as possible instead - hope you enjoy some good ol angst hun~!

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Shiro

You know, getting stabbed in the gut hurts far less than you thought it would. Don’t get it wrong, it still hurts like hell, but you’re trying to focus on the positives of the situation as you stagger backwards, hitting a wall and sliding down it as your legs give out on you. Reaching down you pat down your stomach, almost disbelieving what’s just happened until your hands wrap around the hilt of the sword that’s been sunk into your abdomen, and you hear the sound of metal grating against the wall as you lean back.

Yep, it’s gone all the way through.

Your hands squeeze the hilt, mind trying to process what’s happening as you figure out your next course of action. On the bright side, you’ve technically disarmed the app user who attacked you, but on the not-so bright side you’ve got a blade as big as your arm run through you, and every time you shift you feel it move, a new wave of agony spreading through the wound. It’s enough to make you wince, grip tightening as all you can think about is getting it out.

You need it out - if it’s out it will stop hurting, right?

That’s the first idea that comes to mind as you brace yourself. Slowly, carefully, you make a move to tug it free from the hole in your stomach…

“Stop! Don’t touch it!”

A pair of hands fly to cover yours, stopping you from moving the sword any further and you blink up at the figure that comes into view. It’s Shiro, and he looks terrified as he hovers over you.

“Try not to move, okay?”

His tone is level, firm, but his hands betray him as you feel them shaking as he tries to put pressure around the wound, doing his best not to bury the sword any further in than it already has. You hiss, gritting your teeth as you attempt to force your muscles to relax - keeping them tensed just makes it hurt more, and you watch Shiro work, though it’s clear that no matter what he does it’s going to be in vain. Blood seeps around the blade, leaving deep red streaks that stain your clothes and dirty his hands; his palms are red when he pulls them away from you stomach, and the color drains from his face when he sees them, voice quivering.

“I-I’ll get Ryota - yes, just stay here I’ll be back”

He makes a move to stand up but you snag his wrist, squeezing it as you shake your head and offer a tight-lipped, solemn smile.

“Too far,” you wheeze, tightening your grip “Stay, please?”

His eyes dart back across the battlefield, as though trying to catch sight of the boy in question so he can call him over to help, but when there’s no sign of him Shiro kneels back down to your side, resting a hand to your side again as the other moves to hold one of your hands.

“Stay with me - you’ll be fine if you can stay awake” he holds your hand tight, keeping your attention focused on him “Can you do that for me?”

It’s easier said than done - your head feels light and your eyes are heavy, but you fight to keep them open as you mutter.

“Talk to me”

“What?”

You swallow in an attempt to ease the sting in your throat. “Just for a while. Say something, anything you want - just talk to me. At least until...”

When you trail off his expression turns grave and he squeezes your hand, cupping your cheek and angling your head so that you can see his face, serious but oh so determined.

“I’m not letting you die” you almost believe what he says, but even as you try to smile again your stomach sinks as the reality sets in. When most people die in the app, they come back. But you? You don’t get that luxury - this might just be game over for you.

“Is it bad that I’m scared?” your eyes are stinging and your throat feels tight as you admit it out loud “I’m really scared, Shiro”

“I know...I…” Shiro wracks his brain for more words of comfort and you rest your hand over the one pressed against your cheek, focusing on the warm feeling as a welcome distraction to the pain.

He watches you leaning into his touch, and his thumb brushes across your skin as he looks into your eyes, pained by the desperation he sees behind them. You don’t know what he’s thinking, but when he murmurs your name and leans forward your heart leaps. Shiro presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, pulling away just as quickly but you’re left momentarily speechless, tentatively touching the spot where he’d kissed you.

“Talk about good timing” you can’t help but get a quip in, but it turns into a hack as you clutch at your stomach, the agony striking you hard enough that you throw your head back and whine pitifully.

Both of Shiro’s hands fly to your cheeks, and he’s telling you to stay with him but your eyes feel so heavy now, like they’re being weighed down by some unseen force. This time when your eyes flicker closed they don’t open again, and the fear feels like poison in your throat as the only feeling you’re left with is pain. You can’t feel Shiro anymore; it’s like you’re alone. You are alone.

It takes so long to come to - long enough that you genuinely think that you’ve died and have been left to drift, just another memory in thousands of deaths. But then all at once you’re filled with a rush of adrenaline, and like you’ve been shocked you throw yourself upright, gasping for breath as hands fly to your stomach.

You’re looking for a wound that your sure is still there, but you find it’s gone; not only that, everything is back to the way it should be, not a single tear or hair or brick out of place as you take in yourself and your surroundings. The only thing you feel is tired, a wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once, but you’ll gladly deal with it in comparison to the alternative. With a sigh of relief you let yourself fall back.

“Yikes, now that was way too close” you muse, but instead of hitting the floor your head lands on something soft.

You look up, finding Shiro looking down at you with wide eyes, on the verge of tears - it seems like he’d had your head resting in his lap when you’d been out, waiting (or hoping) for you to wake up.

“Shiro…” you take in his expression, looking so relieved even with tears dusted across his lashes as he sees that you’re okay.

“So...those kisses aren’t just reserved for when I’m dying, right?”

That’s enough to make the tears fall, but they’re accompanied by laughter, both happy and baffled as you join in with a laugh of your own.

Kengo

The knife moves with every breath you take, and you’re almost captivated by the bizarre sight. You should be screaming right about now, but all you can do is bring your hands up to hover over the dagger, trying to shield it from view like that will make the new hole in your chest disappear. There’s only a moment where you don’t feel anything, then like a wave it hits you all at once and you stumble, legs shaking before finally giving out as you drop to your knees; across the field you hear someone scream your name but you can't tear your eyes away from the blade with a morbid fascination.

It doesn’t feel real, not entirely, and a part of you is still waiting to wake up from what you’re hoping is some kind of nightmare. That moment doesn’t come, instead someone grabs your shoulders and hoists you back onto your feet, taking all of your weight when you almost drop to the floor again. You blink, eyes owlish, and face Kengo as he moves to get you to the sidelines all the while yelling out to the others that you’d been hit. By the time you’re out of the main fight he’s practically dragging you, and your head lolls to the side resting against his side as you listen to your own heartbeat, thrumming away in your eardrums like your pulse is trying to escape from your ears.

“Kengo - Ken, it’s….t’s no big deal, kay?” you shake your head until you’re dizzy when your words come out slurred, slapping your cheeks and flexing your fingers to confirm that you’re still awake.

“Like hell you are!” he snaps, the concern in his voice not missed even through the haze. “Just - just don’t waste your breath on talking”

“Naaa, keeps me awa...ke, y’know”

You pat his shoulder, but your hand feels numb and stiff, like you’re losing control of it bit by bit. The dagger must have been poisoned, and soon enough your legs are giving out again, head feeling foggy as you sink down onto your knees, dragging Kengo down with you.

“It’s...spinning. Hah, not good huh?”

“Shit. Listen, lie down okay - and keep your eyes open! That’s what you’re supposed to do when it happens, right?” Kengo curses under his breath, helping to ease you down onto your back.

His eyes flicker down to the knife in your chest, as though contemplating if pulling it out would be better; he’s quick to shake the thought away and turns his attention back to you as you lean your head back, staring up at the sky. The light burns but you can’t bring yourself to turn and look away; fortunately Kengo moves to lean over you, snapping his fingers to bring you back into focus. Once he’s got you back he turns to yell over his shoulder, hoping that the other Summoners will hear and come running.

“OI! CAN SOMEONE GET OVER HERE AND HELP!?” you wince at the volume of his voice, waving up at him with a grunt of discomfort.

“It’s good, Ken. Lemme just...just sleep for a bit…”

A hand grabs your chin, and you grumble at the harsh hold; Kengo squares you with a sharp look.

“Stay awake, dammit! You aren’t going anywhere, you hear?!”

He smooths your hair away from your face, wet and messy from the mix of sweat and grime collected over the course of the fight, and Kengo can barely control himself as he continues.

“It’s bad enough I didn’t have your back when you got hurt, so I’m not letting you go dying on me just cause you wanna sleep! You’re too important to let go just like that”

He’s close to yelling at this point, overcome with emotions and clenching the fist that isn’t holding your face.

“We’re partners! We said we’d be together till the end, yeah?!”

You giggle, both delirious from the wound and at his words, reaching a hand up to poke his cheek.

“Damn...Kengo; sounds little like...like a confession~”

“Well it is!”

The words are sobering, and you force yourself to focus as your eyes widen, taking too long for your liking for the words to sink in. Something flashes over Kengo’s face, surprise, shock, or something else entirely, but just like that he goes quiet, jaw clenched as he stares daggers at his lap.

“It is, okay” This time his voice is lower, but Kengo quickly regains the wind in his sails as his head snaps back up to look you directly in the eyes.

“Which is why you ain’t dying on me now, get it?!”

You attempt to give him a mock salute, trying to grin but you can’t get your muscles to work with you. The whole area is spinning, making you feel sick the longer you keep your eyes open, however, you feel like if you close your eyes you won’t be opening them again.

In the end, it doesn’t even matter, as a sudden buzz fills your ears and every noise gets lost within it. Dread swells in your chest, and you look down at it only to find your entire torso is soaked with blood - your blood.

“Kengo? Kengo I can’t hear…?”

You say the words, but you can’t hear them, static filling your vision right as you see Kengo turn in the direction of the battlefield, mouth opened in a scream calling for help. It’s like staring at a screen, or seeing shapes behind your eyes when you close them, and just like with the dagger, you’re captivated as you watch, waiting for it to clear.

And waiting…for far too long.

Even when it begins to clear it’s way too slow for your liking, and the moment you see that familiar sky coming back into focus you’re reaching for it’s clawing at the floor in a bid to get to your feet as quickly as possible. You’re still shaken from waking up, and just about buckle as a result, but you’re grabbed from behind the moment you trip.

“Oi, slow down will ya!”

“Kengo?”

Your eyes meet, and in the next second you’re hugging him, Kengo’s arms engulfing you as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, relishing in the fact you grip him tight as the feeling returns to your limbs. You let your eyes close, taking a deep breath and listening to his heartbeat beating in time with your own - near death experiences sure do give you an appreciation for the little thing. Eventually, reluctantly, you pull your face away from his neck just enough to speak.

“Now, about that confession-”

“Later”

“Aw come on you can’t just leave me hanging after that!”

“I said later, alright?!”

He squeezes you tighter and you wheeze, thumping his back in return.

“Okay, okay! Just ease up, Ken!”

Ryota

You hate seeing Ryota cry - watching tears well up in his eyes makes your heart twist in your chest and you want so badly to be able to wipe those tears away. If you could you would, but instead your hands are occupied clutching your throat, gasping for air are a howl of pain tears itself from your esophagus.

That sacred artifact had seen so unassuming, so small, and you’d gotten cocky enough that you hadn’t even taken the time to think about how deadly it could be. Not until you’d felt something pierce your neck and you’d gone down like a sack of bricks. It’s poison, you realize a little too late, and it’s acting fast too, spreading across your neck and constricting like a vice, giving you only brief moments of respite where you can breathe normally; you don’t know how long it’s going to last before it’s run its course, but you’re sure that it’s not just going to go away like you’re hoping it is.

“No, no, no - Please work, please” Ryota’s by your side, both hands clenched around his sacred artifact begging the chalice to work with increasing desperation.

His artifact works wonders for wounds, healing even the deepest and most fatal injuries incurred during an app battle. But it seems like poison is out of its realm of healing abilities, or at the very least the artifact that poisoned you doesn’t react to Ryota’s in the slightest. If anything, it feels like it's getting worse, as every time the chalice shines and hope lights up in Ryota’s eyes the nausea hits you so hard that you feel like you’re going to hurl.

You’ve lost counts of the attempts, but as he hovers his sacred artifact over you in another vain effort to save you, you reach out to cover his hands. Ryota pauses and looks down at you, tearing up as he takes in the sight of you, seeing the skin of your neck turning a dark purple hue from between your fingers.

“Ryota” you have to fight to find the breath to make the words, voice a hollow rattle “It’s...not working”

“I-It’s okay! We just need to keep trying, a-and you’ll be okay!” Ryota gives you a reassuring smile, but you see his expression quiver before he looks at his chalice again, now dropped in his lap.

“It has to work” he whispers, trying to assure himself as he clutches his artifact tight enough you can see his knuckles turning white.

Taking as deep a breath as you’re able, you nudge one of his hands, brushing over the back of them until he gets the hint and takes your hand in his. Ryota lifts your hand up to his face and presses it against his cheek, biting back a sob at how cold it feels in his hands.

“Don’t die” he whimpers, voice muffled as his face presses into the palm of your hand. “please don’t die - if anything happens to you I don’t know what I’ll do”

Brushing your fingers against his skin from this position is awkward, but you do your best, and the touch seems to make him feel better; however, when your lips part to talk you can’t get the words out, only able to choke out his name before you start hacking, feeling something sickly burning in the back of your throat. Ryota panics, guiding you to roll onto your side hoping to clear your airways, but you’re still wheezing, whimpering at the rush of cold that surges through your throat and down into the pit of your stomach as the world around you spins

There’s worry in his voice, turning into full on distress as he attempts to get you to stay conscious. You’re zoning in and out of what he’s yelling, but the one sentence you catch has your heart jumping up into your throat, wishing more than anything that you could check to see if you’d really heard what he’d said.

“I love you, so please, please don’t die!”

In the split second that your vision goes blank you can’t breathe, can’t talk, can’t even think. But in the next second something changes and just like that you’re back to normal, all marks, wounds and injuries having vanished without a trace; but more importantly, you can breathe. You take deep, heavy breaths, savoring being able to breathe clearly with each and every exhale; it’s only being fine now that you realize just how close you were to dying. You could have died, got so close that had the battle zone closed just a few minutes later you’d have been dead. And with your death everything would have reset - all of the memories, all of the progress, would have been erased just like that.

The realization sends a chill down your spine, and as you bring a hand up to touch your throat you hear something approaching you. Someone barrels into your side and right into a hug and you yelp, steadying yourself at the last second before the two of you almost topple over. Ryota hugs you tight, making sure that you feel every ounce of his relief through the affection.

“You’re awake! You’re okay!” Ryota repeats it again and again, the joy clear in his voice as he buries his face into your shoulder and pulls you even closer.

“Yeah, Ryota, I’m fine” you find yourself chuckling, bringing a hand up to run through his hair.

He hums happily at the touch, and he’s grinning in relief when he pulls away, though you realize that his cheeks are still wet with tears as he beams. Not much time has passed since you passed out, but you’re sure that you must have had him scared there for a second, and your expression softens.

“Okay, okay - ease up on the ribs” you say eventually, reluctantly easing his grip to loosen “We still need to talk, you know”

“We do?” he gives you a confused look, and you quirk a brow.

“About that little confession?”

“O-Oh” his cheeks turn pink, as though even he’s just realized what he’d admitted in the heat of the moment; however, at the sight of your smile he seems to relax, smiling bashfully as he squeezes you just a little bit closer.

Toji

Who would have known that you’d end up getting killed in the same park you’d woken up in. You certainly didn’t, and apparently neither did the person that was actually responsible.

Their face is almost hilarious at how horrified they look, even with their sacred artifact literally burning a hole through your side as they bury it into your skin; there’s a sickening sizzle, but for some reason you don’t feel a thing, at least not until they tear themselves away, clutching their artifact close to their chest with a look of dawning panic.

“I-I-oh no, no, no! I didn’t mean to actually-!” is the only thing you make out over their stuttering, and even as you stagger to stay upright you find the strength to cast them an aghast look.

“Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?”

They flounder, mouth opening and closing like a fish, but they don’t have the chance to say anything else before a shadow flies past you with enough force that you stumble backwards, landing flat on your back as a rush of nausea and dizziness hits you like a freight train. One hand flies to your head and the other to your stomach, suddenly feeling like you’re going to puke your guts out (if you have any left after that blow) as you look up to see who’d suddenly taken a stance in front of you.

You’d recognize that jacket over shoulders look anywhere, and Toji’s voice is harsh as he wields his swords and takes an offensive stance; he’s facing towards the app user but you don’t need to see his face to hear the hostility in his voice as he takes a step forward, as though preparing to strike a blow against the person who’d struck you down. The app user is quick to backpedal, practically scampering in an attempt to get as far away from Toji as possible as they turn tail and flee.

For a second you think he’s going to charge after them, taking a few more steps in the direction that they ran, but you feel something force its way up out of your throat, burning inside you as you throw yourself to your good side and heave. You pull away with a disgusted noise, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand only to pause when you look down.

Oh. That’s blood. You’re pretty sure blood shouldn’t be black.

Something touches your back and you flinch, whipping your head around to look up at Toji. He crouches down, resting against one knee while keeping a hand on your back for support.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just fine; let me just-”

Another heave cuts off whatever sarcastic retort you were coming up with and your entire body curls up at the force of it, flopping down onto the floor as you gag hard enough that tears pinprick the corners of your eyes. Your hands fly to wrap around your body as though that will make the pain go away, and you hear alarm in Toji’s voice as he calls out your name. He makes a grab for your side, maybe trying to coax you back up into a sitting position, but the moment his hand grabs ahold of your injured side you scream.

“Off! Off! GET OFF!”

Toji tears his hand away, and realization dawns on his face as he sees the charred and injured flesh. It’s growing, worming its way up your body like a poison as it disappears beneath your clothes and works further up your chest, like it’s aiming straight for your heart. You’re sweating, shaking, and overall feel like a mess fighting back the urge to pass out or throw up. Pain thrums through your chest, surging like a wave starting from your side and spreading out slowly but surely; that's not a good sign, and you’re not looking forward to finding out what’s going to happen next.

“You idiot”

You shoot Toji a glare at the comment, scowling up at him between another retch.

“Wow thanks for the support, Toji”

Toji bristles, even as his eyes fix onto your steadily growing wound; you don’t think he’s actually angry, but his swords clatter to the floor as he leans over you, voice stern even as you catch the tremble in his voice.

“Running into a fight like that before you’d even seen their weapon was reckless! What were you thinking?!”

“I don’t know, maybe protecting my friends!” you find yourself snapping back.

It’s not as though you didn’t think about it! And it’s not like you’d planned to get stabbed by some stranger either! You’re getting riled up, and it appears Toji is too as he lets his emotions speak for him.

“And look where that’s gotten you” he gestures over your side, but pauses when you flinch and guard your wound as though trying to stop the spread.

“Do you know how much it hurts seeing you writhe in agony? Watching you joking even as your injuries overcome you. You’re reckless, foolhardy, and think nothing about how others feel watching you get hurt for them - how I feel, watching you die” It’s as though the word die sets alight his feelings, as he blurts out the next sentence before he can stop himself.

“Gods, why do I have to love you?!”

“...What?”

Both of you freeze, and you peek out from your curled up position to settle him with a wide-eyed stare, the realization of what he’d just said settling heavy in the air. Toji catches himself, and you can see panic flash briefly across his face at the outburst.

“I-No, that’s not what I-”

“Toji-?”

Wait; something’s wrong.

For a split second your vision goes black, and your question turns into choked gasps, hands flying to claw at your chest as you curl up into a ball. Your eyes grow wide, watching as black spots cloud your sight and start to branch out, and you watch Toji lunge to grab your shoulder with a look of panic. He yells something but you can’t make it out, your own yell being lost to your own ears as you look up at him for answers, watching his face disappear among a sea of darkness as it takes away your vision.

You’re going to die - holy shit you’re actually going to die.

There’s a frightful moment where you feel like you’re floating in darkness, and you reach out desperately for something, anything, that will ground you back to reality, to life. Seconds pass, then minutes, and right as you feel like you’re never going to get out there’s a sudden blast of light that breaks through the darkness and tears it asunder and you shout, arms flying out to brace for whatever’s coming.

Instead you touch something soft and you freeze, blinking the light from your eyes as you register voices coming from all around you. They’re voices of concern, familiar voices that you recognize, and once your vision clears you find yourself surrounded by the Summoners, all of them looking down at you with anxious expressions. And directly above you is Toji; it appears as though in the time you’ve been passed out he’d picked you up in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. His face is what you’d touched, and he looks taken aback at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his cheek and pressing flat against the side of his face.

The two of you share a look, and for a beat you swear that you see hope in his eyes, relief, and something warmer that you can’t quite place brimming behind his expression. It makes your heart leap, and as you look up into his eyes your mouth opens to speak.

“So Toji, what was that about love again~?”

A wave of relief passes through the group and in a second that soft expression is gone, replaced by an unamused stare. You catch a flash of reddening cheeks before he immediately drops you, thankfully still kneeling, and three sets of hands immediately dart to catch you, an uproar of Toji’s name in varying degrees of shock making you laugh even as you hit the ground.

Gullinbursti

You’re freezing - literally. Your skin feels as cold as ice, turning pallid and sickly as though the very blood’s being sucked from your body, which honestly isn’t that far from the truth considering the huge chunk buried in your torso and the shards spreading up your back giving your body plenty of holes for blood to pour out of.

There’s some kind of irony of being frozen up on such a warm day; you’re stuck on your back, looking up at the sky that spreads out above you and staring at the sun that’s burning so bright and clear that you’re sure the temperature must be boiling. The most you can move is your arms, but even they feel stiff and weird when you try to move them, and when you look down you can see your fingers trembling, shaking hard enough that you doubt you’d be able to grab anything let alone use it as support to roll over onto your side. So you’re stuck, bleeding out and freezing cold, and all you can really think about is the other Summoners; each of them are off fighting somewhere else within the area, and you just hope that they’re faring better than you are - at least you were able to knock your opponent out cold after they did a number on you.

It’s hilarious that all it took was the butt of your sword to their face to knock them out like a light, but you have a sinking feeling you’re not going to last long enough to gloat about it.

Well, at least you’re keeping cool in such a bad situation...shit, you really are gonna die.

“Master!”

But not alone, apparently.

You hear footsteps, the sound of something sliding across the floor, and in the next moment a shadow blocks out the sun. It’s Gull - he’s breathing hard as he drops to his knees right above your head at the sight of you splayed out on the floor.

“Oh hey, Gull,” your voice comes out airy and quiet as you tilt your head to look up at him. “Lovely weather, huh?”

Gullinbursti slides his hands under you, and he tenses at the ice shards that he feels embedded there as he guides you up into a sitting position. Your muscles move but don’t feel any kind of pain - you can’t actually feel anything, only numbness as you watch the boar warrior shed his pelt and move to drape it across your shoulders. His expression is grave as he touches your skin, and you’re disappointed that you can’t feel the pelts’ usual warmth.

“Master, you’re freezing.”

You can’t help but chuckle, wearily waving a hand at his face.

“And you’re out of breath- did you run all the way here just to look for me?”

“Of course.” There’s not a hint of hesitation in Gull’s voice as he responds. “Wherever you are I will always run to follow.”

“Damn - that sounds pretty poetic-” your breath suddenly catches in your throat and you wheeze, a flash of panic crossing your face when it takes a moment too long to be able to breath again.

At the sight of you struggling, bleeding in his arms, Gull’s face grows pained, somber, and he pulls you closer to his chest as though hoping to keep you warm.

“I’ve failed you again.”

You’re sluggish this time as you look up at him again, but steady yourself enough to give him a serious look, patting his chest.

“Gullinbursti,” He turns obediently at the call of his name and you smile, though it’s nowhere near as comforting as you’d hoped. “You didn’t fail at anything - I’ll be-”

“Of course I have!” you’re shocked into silence when he raises his voice, a level of emotion overtaking his face that you haven’t seen before. His whole body is tensed like a coiled spring, and he digs his fingers into your shoulders though you can’t feel them at all.

“This body, this existence, was manufactured to protect - I failed once, and I’ve failed once again in protecting you, my master.”

You can’t find any words, even as your head spins and the strength saps from your body you’re captured by his face, watching as his expression scrunches up in grief.

“The one person in this world who stands above all - the one whom this crafted heart beats for and the one whom this produced body fights and bleeds for. The one who fills all of me with warmth that I can’t explain - that’s who I’ve failed.”

Something wet lands on your cheek, and it takes you a moment to realize it’s tears. Gullinbursti’s crying, silent tears sliding down his cheeks and landing on your skin and you’re sure that he doesn’t even realize that he’s crying as he squares you with a firm, pained look as he declares:

“I can’t lose you again.”

You want to assure him that you’ll be fine - that things will go back to normal if you can just stay awake long enough for the battle to end, but his words pierce just about every word that you could have forced out. He’s bearing his heart to you, and something sparks within your chest at his words. That’s a confession - you swear that’s what you’re hearing right now unless your brain’s trying to compensate for the lack of ‘life flashing before your eyes’ moment. Something’s spreading through your body, below the numbness, and you just know that your body’s giving up; but you’re too stubborn to lie down and take it.

Instead you bring up both hands, still shaking like a leaf and just as fragile as you fight to raise them up to Gullinbursti’s face, resting against his . You’re sure you’re cold to the touch, as even your breath comes out in a visible cloud of air when you exhale, but Gull gently takes one of your wrists and leans into your hands, as though committing the touch of them to memory in doing so. He gazes down at you, watching your eyes flutter fighting to stay open as you give him a smile so warm it betrays your icy touch.

Then your expression falls, and Gull feels your breaths start to slow.

You’re so close to death - within moments you’re going to die, and he’s going to lose you…

....only you don’t die.

There’s a sudden rush in the air, and just like that it’s as though the battle never happened. Debris disappears, dust disappears, the blood stains on the concrete vanish, and then, with a choked gasp like you’ve come up for air you jolt back awake in his arms, barely missing headbutting him in the face as you sit up straight.

You slap his chest a few times, grounding yourself back in the moment as you remind yourself to breath, taking a few seconds before you’re finally able to do so normally.

“Hoo, fuck, that never gets any easier.” You cough, shaking your head to clear your head and remind yourself where you are.

Then you look up at Gull, and he looks so astounded that you cock your head to the side in confusion, wondering what’s got him so spooked. Then it hits you.

Oh, oh you forgot to tell him about the end of app battles.

“Oh damn, Gull, I’m sorry for not-”

“Master!”

He pulls you into a hug so hard you’re wheezing all over again, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you as close to him as physically possible. The heat of his body, on top of the delightful warmth of his illustrious pelt radiates against you, and you find yourself sighing at the blissful contrast to just minutes ago, going lax in his arms as you enjoy the feeling of him holding you close.

You bring a hand to smooth across his back, patting the bare skin as you press your cheek against the side of his head. You’re definitely going to be bringing up that earlier confession, his words still echoing in the back of your thoughts, but that’s a later problem. For now, you’ve got a boar to comfort.

“It’s okay,” you murmur. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Gull only hugs you tighter in response.

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"Oh no! The doctor turned into a child! -for a day only- How will the operators deal with this special situation?" ( A prompt for executor, silverash and hellagur, the idea is how would they individually handle this kind of situation with a kid turned f!doc ? ) Thanks for giving us all this content! Here's to a lot more Exe requests! :D

AAA I LOVE REQUESTS LIKE THESE SBJSHS 🥺😭 they're silly but they're so much fun looll tysm anon 💞💞 and it's my pleasure! I'm glad people like my stuff 🌸 and yes all the Exe requests please loolll 🥺🥺 I know you mention you wanted fem Doctor but since I wrote these in second person I made Doctor gender neutral ✨ I hope that's okay with you anon! Please enjoy~

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Executor, SilverAsh and Hellagur with a Doctor who got turned into a child for the day

Headcanon format; in second person but mostly from the perspective of the Operator

Contains: Executor, SilverAsh, Hellagur, general neutral Doctor who's meant to be the reader, implied established relationships in each hc batch, some background characters and as much softness as I could possibly manage ✨

Word count: 6.7k in total (I went a lil overboard aaa 👉👈)

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EXECUTOR

･ It truly was a 'you had to see it to believe it' kind of situation.

･ But even everyone that saw it wasn't sure whether what they saw was true or they were just hallucinating.

･ Executor had accompanied you for work around Rhodes Island that day; you wanted his opinions on new recruits for Rhodes Islands' forces. He had no objections, and he did enjoy spending the day with you, regardless of what you two were going to be doing.

･ Among the new recruits, there was one particular one - a Caster. They only stood out to Executor because they kept dropping their wand and tripping over while the drills were run. He silently wondered if they had ever even been on a real battlefield.

･ They were a bit clumsy, but relatively harmless. They were just a trainee, after all. They surely wouldn't cause any issues for you.

･ The Sankta ignored them for a while, more focused on helping you. However, while you were standing in the middle of the training grounds directing the trainees during another short battle drill, that clumsy Caster ran right into you, and you collided with both them and their wand, which lit up with sparks upon poking your face on impact.

･ "Look out-!" "Ow-!!" The collision was loud and both of you were sent tumbling to the ground. ･ Executor was quick to act, rushing to catch you before you fell to the floor, completely ignoring the flashes that had just gone flying from the Casters' Arts wand.

･ Arms wrapped securely around you, the Sankta blinked as the aggressive flashes disappeared, and he looked to make sure you were alright. "Doctor-" Executor stopped in the middle of his sentence when his eyes came to what he had in his hold.

･ Instead of you, there was a little child in his arms.

･ The Sankta went quiet for a moment, staring at the child for a few seconds with wide eyes before he realized that the child was you.

･ Executor knew that didn't make any logical sense, but there was no doubt that the child was you. They were wrapped up in your Rhodes Island coat and were wearing a shrunken outfit identical to the one you had put on that day; not to mention their skin tone and eye colour were the same as yours.

･ He stiffened a bit when you poked his cheek with your small hand, cooing out syllables that sounded like fractions of his name. "Execu?" The Sankta blinked, "Doctor…"

･ Amiya came rushing onto the scene; she had obviously seen what had happened from her place across the room with another trainee group. "Executor? Is the Doctor o-.....kay?" The young woman trailed off when her eyes fell to the child in his arms. Blinking rapidly, she exclaimed out in surprise, "D-Doctor?!"

･ Their attention was brought to the clumsy Caster who had ran right into you when they yelled out in embarrassment, crying out about how they didn't mean to and that it was an honest mistake.

･ Executor was ready to interrogate them, fully convinced this was some sort of attempt on your life, but Amiya was quick to stop anything from getting out of hand.

･ After taking a look at you herself, Amiya mumbled to herself a little before looking up to Executor. "Executor, please take the Doctor to Silence. She'll surely be able to help."

･ Executor was a little hesitant, but he had orders, and he had to abide by them. "Yes, I understand." He wasn't really sure how to carry a child comfortably, but after adjusting his hold on you a little, the Sankta was off, walking with quick strides.

･ Ignoring whatever wide-eyed open-mouth gaping stares he got as he passed through the halls, Executor was finally able to track down Silence. He called her name to get her attention, and yawning a little, she turned to look toward him, obviously rather tired. "Huh? Yeah, what is it-"

･ When she did turn her eyes to him, however, all drowsiness left her face. As soon as she saw the child in his arms, her eyes widened, and seconds after her jaw dropped open when she realized who the child was.

･ "This is the Doctor. Amiya said I should consult you on what to do next." Considering the situation, Executor was unbelievably calm, though this wasn't surprising. He wasn't showing it, but he just wanted assurance that you were alright and unharmed.

･ Silence gaped for a few more seconds, before snapping out of her shock and nodding slowly. "Um, yes. Please follow me, and explain how this happened if you don't mind."

･ Following Silence, the Sankta explained what had happened concisely, getting a little distracted at how you were fussing in his arms.

･ By the time Silence brought him and you to the medical room she had been heading to, she knew enough. "I…I see. So that's what happened. I'll just need to run some tests on them, then I can figure out what we should do." The Medic explained, walking further into the room and preparing some equipment as she passed by, "Bring them over here, please."

･ Nodding, Executor closed the door behind him and carefully placed you on the examination table. You small hands grabbed the air, and you pouted a bit, "Exe! Exe!" The Sankta shushed you gently, bringing one of his hands up for you to grasp. "Doctor, please stay still." Your smaller hands curiously tugged at his fingers, and you quieted down, focusing on his partially gloved hand. He would admit, watching you act so innocently made his chest feel all fuzzy, but he had bigger concerns at that moment.

･ Silence was quick with her examinations and tests, and allowed Executor to sit with you as she conducted them. Once she was all finished, she handed you back to him carefully, turning back to her papers as Executor did his own quick check for injury or anything out of place now that you were in his hold.

･ Amiya had come by as soon as she could, and was now standing with the Sankta, staring and blinking at you, obviously still shocked. Turning to Silence, Amiya spoke up, "And the results, Silence?"

･ Looking at her results, the Medic began, "It looks like whatever Arts effected them caused then to revert back into a child. Thankfully, it's not permanent. They should be back to normal in enough time, maybe a day." Silence explained.

･ Amiya nodded slowly, "I see. Thank goodness it's not permanent." Cutting in, Executor spoke, "Is there no method to revert then back to an adult immediately?"

･ Arts wasn't his speciality; the Sankta wasn't even aware Originium Arts were capable of such bizarre things.

･ Silence shook her head, explaining how it would be dangerous to attempt to try anything. Knowing Arts were involved, she seemed to have wanted to run more experiments on you, but she was acutely aware that Executor wouldn't allow that - not to mention it wasn't the best idea to run any kind of risky experiments on you, especially when you were a child.

･ Thanking Silence, Amiya turned to Executor. "Well, I suppose the Doctor can't carry out their work today. I think it'd be best if they simply had someone to look after them for the time being. Silence did say it would only be a day." The Sankta nodded, his calm gaze turning to you, "I agree. It is not safe for a child to be wandering around freely in an environment like this." With that being said, it wasn't as if there was a babysitter or daycare he could drop you off at, "Who should I entrust them to?"

･ After a few seconds, Amiya hesitantly replied, "Executor, do you think you could look after the Doctor?"

･ The Sankta blinked, "You would like me to?" Amiya nodded, "Yes, if you're not too busy with other accords. I think you can best guarantee their safety, and they already seem comfortable with you as is." She explained, "But if not, I can find someone else."

･ "Hm." Executor looked toward you again, seeing you staring at him with your wide eyes,"I am able to manage that. I have dealt with children on occasion while carrying out wills and testaments." He began, "I may not have the capability to entertain them, but I have no problem looking after a child."

･ Amiya sighed in relief a bit. After thanking him and advising him to look for her or Silence if he was unsure of something, she sent Executor off.

･ For a child, you were well behaved enough. He did have his own things to attend to around the facility, but you didn't create much of a fuss.

･ He hoped you wouldn't attract much attention, but that wasn't exactly possible considering his reputation and that he was walking around carrying a child.

･ Executor didn't quite understand the commotion, however. He could care less whether or not he frustrated people because he wouldn't allow anyone else to hold you.

･ "Awww!! I just wanna squish them!!" "I cannot imagine that would be comfortable for them, so please refrain from doing so."

･ When you were both alone, he very much liked it when you combed your fingers through his hair while he rested his head in your lap, but as a child you seemed much more interested in putting his hair in your mouth than anything else. He had to gently direct your hands away from grabbing his hair or his halo; while it wasn't exactly connected to him, it was just like one of his body parts, so he didn't exactly want you grabbing it as cute as you were while trying.

･ Unfortunately, conversations were a little useless considering both him and whoever he was talking to had their attention on you.

･ "Uhm, should I come talk to you another time, Executor?" "That is not necessary, please continue."

･ You would only be occupied by his hair and halo for so long, and he didn't have much that would entertain a child - in fact most of the things he kept on his person were things you'd want to keep away from children.

･ Fortunately, Amiya had come to find him, informing the Sankta that you and him would be better off staying in your office for the rest of the day. He didn't like not being able to attend to his work, but Amiya assured him she'd send everything he'd need to the office for now.

･ Your office was quiet, and he was used to staying inside it. Fortunately, by the time he got there, you were napping. Your office wasn't exactly childproof either, however, so he kept you in his lap while he did paperwork at your desk.

･ You slept for awhile, but when you awoke, you were fussing up; "Execu, Execu…" The Sankta furrowed his brows together, worried that something had happened. In a soft voice, he answered your small coos, "What is bothering you, love?" Now that you two were alone, he could drop any formalities. He didn't use the nickname too often, much more accustomed to using your own name when he didn't need to call you 'Doctor', but you seemed to respond well to it even as a child.

･ Taking one of your smaller hands in his own in hopes to calm you down, he tilted your chin to see there was anything out of place.

･ Knocking on the door caught his attention, and soon Amiya peeked her head in, holding a small tray. "Executor? Silence sent me, she said the Doctor should eat this." Noticing how you were fussing up in his arms, she hummed, "They must be hungry. Make sure they eat."

･ Ah, yes, that was probably it. You had been sleeping for a while. Nodding, Executor let her place the tray on your desk. "Of course."

･ Feeding you was easy enough, the food was just some fruit slices and a baby-food like mix that was in a jar.

･ He fed you small portions, letting you sit in your office chair while he sat in another chair before you. You were a little messy, however, and by the time you were done eating, your cheeks were covered in crumbs and pieces of food.

･ He caught your attention gently after putting the food away, calling out, "Love?" His eyes softened at how you were innocently clapping your hands together while cooing out "Execu, Execu!", and Executor gently wiped your cheeks clean with a napkin, "You've made a mess on your face."

･ You were well behaved after that, falling asleep not long after. Busy doing work and looking after you, Executor didn't even notice it was night until it was too dark to see what he was writing. Taking a break to stretch and check up on you, he considered taking you to your room so you could sleep properly, but just as he was;

･ "Hm-" He blinked, and suddenly he was holding a full grown, adult you in his lap. You were back to normal, Silence had been right.

･ Shifting, you groaned a little, lifting your head from his shoulder, "Executor…? What's going on?" You didn't seem to remember what had happened, but you were rather disoriented.

･ Softly, the Sankta pressed a kiss to your forehead; light as a feather. "You will hear about it all in the morning. Thank you for behaving well, love, but for now, please take it easy."

･ You were back to snoring in no time. Returning to his work, he figured he'd stay with you for the time being; Executor felt warm and safe with you so close, so he wasn't in any rush to leave.

･ While he knew he was cold and detached, with you, even when the most ridiculous things happened, he felt he grew a little warmer everyday.

SILVERASH

･ You snacked randomly and inconsistently often throughout the day; it was a bit of a bad habit. Half the time, you were so endorsed in your work, you didn't even pay much attention to whatever you ate.

･ SilverAsh would scold you a little everytime he caught you eating incorrectly, advising you to find time to eat a real meal so you didn't lose focus or get ill.

･ "Snacks again? My dear, you'll get sick if you keep your eating habits like that."

･ You always brushed it off though; you'd be fine, it wasn't like you were eating things that weren't edible.

･ Well, it was all fine, until you ate an old candy bar you found in between the cushions of the couch in your office. You were in a rush, and it was the only thing you had to eat. Without SilverAsh or anyone else around to scold you, you wolfed the whole thing down, going about your day afterward.

･ Though, in the middle of a conversation with Amiya just hours after you ate the candy bar, you had excused yourself suddenly, rushing off to the restroom nearby while clutching your stomach. SilverAsh had been across the meeting room, and lifted a brow when he caught a glimpse of you dashing off looking sick.

･ Wanting to make sure you were alright, he excused himself from his own conversation, taking off to go find you.

･ The restroom wasn't far down the hall. The Feline opened the door cautiously, calling out your name. "You took off rather suddenly, are you feeling well?" Concern was in his eyes when he didn't receive an amwser. Eyes narrowing, he headed further into the restrooms, knocking on the closed stall he presumed you were in. Calling you name again, all he heard in reply was small babbles.

･ Now worried, the Feline forced the door open without much warning, prepared to find you hurt or struggling to breathe - considering the sounds he heard.

･ Calling out your name again, he opened the stall door, eyes searching for you immediately. "My-.....dear?"

･ SilverAsh's tone fell quiet when his eyes came to a small lump on the ground made up of your jacket and something wiggling underneath it. He blinked at it for a moment, frozen in shock a bit. Snapping back to reality, he cautiously knelt down, pulling back your jacket, only for his eyes to widen ten fold.

･ Peeking up at him was a small, babbling little child. The Feline gaped a bit, shocked eyes staring into the little childs' curious ones. "How….-" As if he couldn't have had more surprise written on his face, his eyebrows shot up when the child smiled at him, and he immediately realized this little kid was you.

･ When you reached out to him, smiling wide and babbled out "Encio! Encio!", there wasn't any doubt.

･ Carefully, he picked you up, unsure on how to hold or carry a child, he tried his best to cradle you comfortably. Still processing the situation, he only snapped out of his shock when the restroom door opened, and Amiya peeked her head in. "Mr. SilverAsh? Is everything alrigh-" As soon as she laid eyes on him - or more specifically, who he was holding in his arms, her eyes shot open.

･ "D-Doctor?!"

･ In a blur, Amiya, SilverAsh, and little child you were in a medical room, standing before the small medical team that was Hibiscus, Ansel and Myrrh.

･ Hibiscus squealed, clapping excitedly, "Aren't they just adorable? Their eyes are so cute!!" Ansel, on the other hand, seemed interested in the fact that you had completely transformed from an adult back into a child, "Fascinating…." The only one who wasn't distracted entirely was Myrrh, who quickly asked SilverAsh how you turned into a child.

･ The Feline explained as best he could, a little stiff with you in his arms staring at everyone in the room with wide, curious eyes. Presenting the candy bar wrapper he had found on the restroom floor to Myrrh, she hummed a little, reading the packaging before making a small exclamation.

･ "This candy bar…it's long past expiry date." She pointed out. Ansel turned to her, "But that can't possibly be enough to turn someone into a child." Myrrh shook her head a bit, "No, I mean it's long past its expiry date. I'm…not even sure how the Doctor got their hands on it."

･ SilverAsh sighed a little, looking at you with a bit of an exhausted look. "My dear, must I approve everything you eat?" Amiya cut in, "Well, no matter how this happened. Do you think we can revert them back to normal?"

･ Myrrh bit her lip for a second, "We'll….have to run a few tests to determine what we should do. Is that okay with you, Mr. SilverAsh, Amiya?"

･ The Feline nodded slowly, "Be careful with them." With that, he handed you to a beaming Hibiscus, who tapped your nose happily as soon as she had you in her arms. Your eyes turned back to SilverAsh from over her shoulder, and with one last little "Encio?" from you, Hibiscus followed Myrrh and Ansel to the testing rooms, carrying you with her.

･ They didn't take long - no more than an hour later, the trio of Medics came out from the room, Hibiscus carrying you in her arms. Smiling at you one last time, she handed you to SilverAsh, who thanked her quietly, trying to make sure you were comfortable in his arms.

･ Myrrh explained their results as best she could while you occupied yourself with nibbling on the beaded pendant in SilverAsh's hair, "It's a temporary effect, probably caused by the expired snack they ate….but it will go away with some time, it looks like. If they're not back to normal by tomorrow, we'll talk with someone with more experience." In an upbeat tone, Hibiscus added in, "Proper supervision is recommended! Just look after them and they should be alright."

･ Amiya and SilverAsh nodded in understanding. Amiya spoke up, "Mr. SilverAsh, will you be alright with looking after the Doctor today? I would do it myself, but I have another important meeting I have to attend…." The Feline was a little shocked still, but you were just a child, he could definitely manage looking after you. Besides, the rest of his schedule was relatively clear anyways, so he didn't have anywhere urgent to be. "Very well. They will be my responsibility."

･ Thanking the Medics and exchanging a few more words with SilverAsh, Amiya was off, leaving the Feline with you. He turned to you, sighing a little when he found you with his beaded pendant in your mouth. "My dear, you should be more aware of what you putting in your mouth." Moving the pendant away from you, he brushed your cheek ith his thumb gently, smiling just a little when you cooed at him. "Not everything is edible."

･ He could spend his time leisurely while he looked after you, but he had no doubt that he'd run into people that would see you in his arms and immediately make a fuss. Unfortunately, as soon as he began walking down the hallway to go to his room, he turned a corner only to run right into a familiar pair of Felines.

･ Cliffheart and Pramanix; both quieting down when they saw their brother. Cliffheart smiled cheekily, and Pramanix prepared to excuse herself, but they both froze in their tracks when they saw the child in their siblings' arms.

･ Cliffheart gasped loudly, "'Cio, when did you have a kid?! I know you're intent on making sure our bloodline doesn't die out, but whoa, you and the Doctor aren't even married yet!!" Pramanix lifted a brow, leaning down to look at you. "That isn't a random child…that looks like the Doctor." Another loud gasp left her sister, "Did they go back in time?!"

･ Sighing, SilverAsh cut in, "They were being careless, so now they're going to be in the body of a child for some time." The Feline looked at you, lifting a brow when he found you trying to reach for the fluffy ears on his head, "I've been entrusted to look after them until they turn back to normal."

･ A little shocked, Cliffheart patting her brother on the back with a laugh, "Well, I guess now you can figure out if you're good with children or not!" After some more teasing remarks, Pramanix ushered her sister away, leaving SilverAsh to return to his journey to his room.

･ The Feline sighed a bit at his sisters words; you were just a child, of course he'd be able to manage you. He would be able to do his work and make sure you were alright with no problem.

･ Or rather, that's what he was hoping for.

･ Unfortunately, SilverAsh wasn't familiar with how to take care of children. He did have pets, but other people took care of them in his absence.

･ His room had enough space for both him and yourself, but he hadn't anticipated for you to be unbelievably energetic; you were unable to stop yourself from trying to climb up bookcases or tables - SilverAsh almost had a heart attack when you were about to run right into one of the sharp corners of his desk.

･ Checking you to make sure you hadn't gotten hurt, he stopped you from running about any further, "My dear, settle down. Must you be such a handful?" He attempted, scooping you in his arms and placing you in his lap. You made a few babyish noises, pouting. Sighing, the Feline reached around and took his tail in his hand, before offering the fluffy tip to you. "Here we are, pass the time with this, won't you?" Your eyes lit up with stars, and SilverAsh laughed gently when you took the end of fluffy tail in your small hands; all your focus to it. Patting your head carefully, the Feline returned to his work, fully convinced you'd play with his tail until you fell asleep.

･ After only an hour and a half of being in his lap, you squirmed your way off. SilverAsh allowed you; you seemed more calm now, what was the worst that could happen?

･ That was what he thought until he heard the door to his room open, followed by quick, rapid footsteps. His eyes widened, and he turned around only to find you were nowhere in sight. In an instant, he was up from his chair and rushing out of his room, calling your name as he looked up and down the hall. Letting out a sigh, the Feline took a deep breath before setting off to go find you. You were just a child, you couldn't have gone far.

･ He began getting worried when he couldn't find you after minutes of searching and calling your name, but fortunately, he saw a familiar Feline holding you in her arms standing at the door of his room when he had returned after circling around the hallway.

･ It was Pramanix, shushing you and calming you down. She silently returned you to SilverAsh once he was close enough. Nodding, he hid his relief and thanked her a little formally. He expected her to excuse herself right after, but to his surprise, she spoke up hesitantly, "They're probably hungry. Have you gotten them something to eat?"

･ SilverAsh blinked, looking to you to find you pouting a little and cooing out mumbles. He hadn't realized how hard it was to communicate with children, he wasn't sure how to tell if you were hungry or not, but it was likely that you were. Since that cursed candy bar, you hadn't eaten anything.

･ He nodded at his sister, "I will try that. Thank you." She bowed her head, taking her leave after saying a quick, "Good luck".

･ Once she was gone, the Feline looked to you, tilting your chin up and sighing, "My dear, you will owe me for all of this hassle you're causing me."

･ SilverAsh managed to find Myrrh and asked her about what he should feed you. She was able to provide him a small jar of sliced fruit, which would probably satisfy you for now.

･ Taking you back to his room - and making sure to lock the door this time, he sat you down at the small table he had and began feeding you.

･ You were definitely hungry; you ate the fruit eagerly until it was all gone. Afterwards, however, you were fast asleep. SilverAsh sighed in relief, picking you up and cradling you in his arms. "It's about time, my dear."

･ Letting you sleep on his shoulder, he wrote out his paperwork with his free hand. You slept through the afternoon, and before he knew it, the sun was down. Yawning just slightly, he signed his last document, before looking toward you to see you still fast asleep on his shoulder. He smiled softly, standing from his chair and sitting on his bed with you in his arms. He blinked as you stirred awake for a moment, but when he placed the tip of his tail in your hands, you hugged it a little like a plush toy and went back to sleep. SilverAsh patted your head, relaxing, "You've caused us quite a day, my dear."

･ He too fell asleep in no time, leaning against the headboard of his bed, holding you in his arms.

･ When he awoke, it was to you shifting in his arms the next morning. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was holding a fully grown you in his arms. You were back to normal. His tail was still in your hands, and your head still rested on his shoulder.

･ He laughed a bit, relieved you were back to normal. Tilting your chin, he left a kiss on the corner of your lips. "I sincerely hope that whenever we have children, they'll have less energy as you did." You weren't awake, so you didn't pick up anything he said, but at that moment he knew he would look forward to every day he spent with you, even if you were a bit of a hassle.

HELLAGUR

･ Hellagur didn't know much about medicine, but he knew enough to know that it wasn't supposed to explode into smoke, much less turn people into children.

･ So, when he stopped to talk with you in one of the labs, he didn't pay much attention to the beaker you seemed to be mixing odd substances in. Well, that is until it bursted into a poof of oddly coloured mist out of nowhere.

･ Panic was immediate; the others working in the lab jolted or yelled in surprise as your form disappeared in the cloud of smoke your beaker had created.

･ Hellagur called your name, the smoke beginning to thin into the air and disappear. He was prepared to protect you or go after your assailant if this was some sort of assassination attempt, but none of those were the least of his worries when he saw what was left where you had been standing.

･ Bundled on the ground was your trusty Rhodes Island jacket, with a small moving lump under it. The beaker was shattered on the floor nearby, spilling that odd looking liquid on the floor.

･ Before he could advance any further, a panicked lab worker stepped in, "General, just a second please! That smoke just now could've been toxic, you should leave the area right no-"

･ The worker stopped mid sentence when a small coo came from the bundle in the floor, and their eyes shot open wide when a small head peaked out from under the sleeves of your coat. Hellagur's face mimicked their own as he laid eyes on the small figure crawling out from under your coat.

･ 'A….A child?'

･ The lab worker was in pure shock, and so was he when the mystery child turned their head and looked toward them. It was only then that he realized the child was in fact you.

･ Moving past the lab worker, Hellagur knelt to the ground cautiously, catching your attention. The Liberi called your name slowly, blinking when you stared back at him with big, doe eyes, a smile coming to your little face. In a babyish voice, you exclaimed out to him, "Hel-gur!"

･ There was no doubt; it was you. The only difference was you were a child.

･ Admittedly, that was a very, very big difference.

･ Carefully, he picked you up in his arms, wrapping your jacket around your small form like a blanket. You seemed just fine, no injuries and you didn't seem ill.

- in fact, you were alert, and curiously pulled at his hair as soon as you were in his arms.

･ "Huh." His heart swelled a bit at your behaviour, but there was an elephant in the room he had to address.

･ By then, the lab worker had snapped from their shock, and quickly rambled on about how they had to get you to a medical professional immediately.

･ Hellagur compiled, not exactly in any place to disagree, and soon he was following the panicked worker down the halls as they looked for someone who could help.

･ You were calm in his arms, thankfully. Looking this way and that with your wide eyes, you simply rested on his shoulder without any complaining.

･ It didn't take long before they were able to find Warfarin in an office nearby.

･ The lab worker awkwardly waved their arm to catch the Medics attention. "M-Ms. Warfarin?" The Sarkaz spared them a small glace, waving her hand a little dismissively, "Just a minute, the Doctor asked me to get these to them as soon as I-" Warfarin came to a complete stop when her eyes fell to you - well, child you, in Hellagur's arms.

･ Her lips formed into an 'o', and her eyebrows shot up. "Ah."

･ Cutting in, Hellagur explained what had happened as best he could, and once he was done, Warfarin let out a long sigh, blinking a bit. "Geez…I told the Doctor not to mess with medicine, it always bites back."

･ Hellagur cleared this throat a bit, looking back to you gently, "I'm aware this situation is a little outlandish, but we should begin with a course of action." The Liberi couldn't help much, considering his medical knowledge wasn't exactly extensive, but you couldn't possibly stay a child forever.

･ Warfarin snapped from her shock, nodding, "Ah, yes. Come on, let's start with drawing some blood." Dismissing the lab worker - which they seemed very thankful for, the Sarkaz motioned for Hellagur to follow, still staring at you with a lifted brow.

･ The tests were quick and simple; it seemed as long as Hellagur was nearby you wouldn't fuss up.

･ After reviewing the information she had gathered, Warfarin turned to Hellagur, her lips pursed, "Well, good news is this…effect is temporary and harmless. They'll probably return back to being an adult tomorrow." She looked to you, sighing a bit as you stared back with curious eyes, "Bad news is, I can't reverse the effects of whatever they did immediately. So we're just going to have to wait until it wears off. They'll be stuck as a child for a day."

･ Hellagur nodded, "I understand. Whose care would they be best under for the time being?" At his question, Warfarin hummed a bit, looking at you and him, before she shrugged, "Actually, General, could you look after them for today?"

･ Hellagur lifted a brow slowly, "I should look after them?" The Sarkaz shrugged a bit again, "Just look, they're well behaved when you're carrying them like that, and that isn't really surprising. If you're not too busy, I think it would be best if you watched them until they're back to normal." With that, she turned back to her computer screen, waiting for his reply.

･ "Hm. I see." The Liberi made a small hum, his eyes turning to you as he adjusted his arms. You made a small exclamation, grabbing a lock of his hair and occupying yourself with it. A light smile came to his face, and he brushed his fingers on your cheek for a moment, sighing.

･ Catching Warfarin's attention as he stood, Hellagur nodded, "They'll be safe with me, I'll look after them."

･ With that, Warfarin was off to go inform Amiya and get to work to see if she could possibly find some way to get you back to normal quicker.

･ Hellagur didn't mind putting his other duties on hold to look after you. He had a soft spot for children, and he had an even bigger soft spot for you. Carrying you around wasn't a big deal, and quite frankly, he didn't intend on letting you leave his sight.

･ The Liberi kept to quiet places for most of the day, aware that those at Rhodes Island would cause a commotion in no time once they saw the state you were in. He knew you probably had lots of energy, but it wasn't safe for a child to be running around a place like Rhodes Island.

･ Warfarin was definitely right when she said you were calm and well behaved so long as it was him carrying you. During the rest of the morning as he walked around and attended to business around the facility, you didn't cause trouble not even once, too occupied with trying to eat his hair or trying to reach the feathers on his head.

･ Hellagur might have grown a little cold because of war, but he was gentle and good with children nevertheless, and it showed while he took care of you.

･ He'd gently pry his hair from your hands whenever he'd feel you tugging on it, usually smiling softly and speaking a lighthearted remark, "Doctor, you shouldn't put things in your mouth so carelessly."

･ Sometimes you'd exclaim out gibberish like "Hel-gur!" in your babyish voice, which forced a smile out of him.

･ He brought you along with him to the library in the afternoon, letting you stay on his arm as he read his books and went over whatever papers he had to. It was a little hard to focus with you making small noises and gibberish coos now and then, but soon enough, you were fast asleep. Hellagur blinked, laughing just a little at how your face was pressed to his shoulder.

･ "Haha…being alert is important, but aren't you adorable?" He spoke quietly, unable to contain his smile.

･ When you woke up, he took a break between his work to stop and find a nice fairytale that he could read to you. Hellagur wasn't sure if you understood what he was saying, but you seemed to enjoy looking at the pictures in the books and listening to his voice.

･ Of course, the worlds in the fairytale books were just fantasy, but with you, he believed there was a world like that awaiting everyone in the future.

･ Though it seemed impossible, he was able to keep unnecessary attention away. The only one who really knew what had happened besides him, Warfarin, and a few of the lab staff was Amiya, and occasionally she stopped by to make sure he was doing alright.

･ Even she could admit you were quite adorable.

･ "They're so small…" Amiya commented with a small grin, lifting her finger and giggling lightly when you tugged on it. Hellagur grinned a little, nodding in agreement. "Adorable, aren't they?"

･ When you needed to, you were surprisingly good at communicating with Hellagur.

･ "Hel-gur!" He paused his walking and turned to you, "Hm?" Wearing a small pout, you spoke again, "Can-y! Can-y!"

･ It took him a second to figure out what you wanted, but when he did, the Liberi laughed a bit, taking a second to place you down before kneeling in front of you, "You want candy? It's quite late for sweets, but I have a few left." Reaching into one of his pockets, he pulled a single colourful wrapped candy out and presented it to you carefully. Smiling at how your eyes lit up, he placed it in your small palm and patted your head, "Beware of cavities."

･ You had been so well behaved that he barely realized the day had gone by. Soon enough, it was nighttime. After Warfarin's approval, Hellagur brought you to your room, close to midnight while you were fast asleep - or was in the midst of doing so, at least.

･ Halfway down the hall, you shifted in his hold, and in an instant the Liberi felt a bit more weight in his arms. "Huh-?"

･ Calling your name quietly, his eyes widened in shock a bit when he discovered he was now carrying a fully grown you - you had turned back to normal.

･ Mumbling, you rubbed your eyes, peeking up at him. "Hellagur…? What happened?" He shushed you, readjusting his hold on you before placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. "There will be time to explain, but your day has been far too eventful as is. Return to sleeping." With that, you were fast asleep again, head resting on his shoulder.

･ That same warm smile came to his face again, 'Even without the face of a child…you don't cease being adorable.'

･ His heartstrings tugged. Even if you weren't in the form of a small child, you were still the most precious and most adorable thing to him, and he silently promised to protect you no matter what form you took.

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Back at it again at Krispy Kreme with more FF Versus XV bullshit. This one’s kinda wonky and really bizarre since the AU overall ties in with a KH crossover I helped make up along with personal headcanons, but can also standalone for a FFXV AU in itself. I’m just clearing that up since there is a part mentioned towards the end that nods to a world the Chocobros went to as one of their many “world detours” en route to the one they needed to go to in order to establish diplomatic relations with a potential sister kingdom also of light. ...Oh, and there are implications of another headcanon regarding a certain Immortal Marshal, but that’s a popular HC in itself, so that goes without saying. So, yeah, sorry for that; just warning y’all so you don’t get confused and want me burned at the stake.

Alright, alright, that’s enough idiotic justification rambling from me; I’m already buzzed as is and can hardly think right anyways lol. Just enjoy the crazy piece I wrote so I can try and work on the next tone. This one’s not Lightis and is more platonic bc Light’s making fray-ends with these dumb boys :3c. Maybe I can write more of her befriending the others, but we’ll see. ‘Til then, here’s this one and happy reading for those who see this! 💘

Staring back at Prompto from the caravan bathroom mirror was himself, but more clouded. He only blamed it on having just gotten up and dressed for the day not too long ago, figuring he’d taken care of everything he needed to per his morning routine. The very sight of his dull, everyday mirror reflection made him sigh a tad forlornly, but realizing the time to go was imminent only had him slap two hands to his cheeks once. Putting on his more traditional smile, Prompto gave the mirror two thumbs up as enough motivation to start the day right. No prob! He could do this, he could do this!

Upon going to exit the vicinity for the fresher outside world, Prompto rubbed whatever lingering weariness stuck by away from his eyes to clear his vision. When things still looked slightly blurry as before, he gulped. Fumbling through his smallest bag, he dug for what he thought was taken care of already. Pulling out two connected circles he knew to be his contact lenses case, Prompto opened it to find it empty, to his panic.

“Maybe I’ve still got my spares…?” Prompto hoped, rummaging through the bag to try and find more disposable lenses. He found the source box, but opening it only gave him an empty container and an expectation for a very rough day ahead. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! I’m out already?!”

“Prompto, what’s the hold up in there?” Gladio called from outside. “We gotta move!”

“Be right out! Just— making sure I didn’t forget anything is all!”

“Then do one last good check and hurry. We haven’t got all day either!”

Prompto in response called out a playfully affirmative “Aye, aye, Big Guy!” before going to search what he could of something to counteract his flawed eyesight. There was a definite solution on him, he knew, but the glasses case buried somewhere on his possession was considered a dead last resort. Otherwise, those days of having them as his sole option were over and done with. His investigation was thorough, but unfortunately, his results came up fruitless with no lenses available.

Giving up, he exited the caravan to catch up with the other four and hurry into the vacant passenger’s seat in the Regalia before it finally drove off along the world around it. His only hope now was for supplies to be low enough for warranting a pit stop at the nearest store of some sorts, or at least somewhere he can pick up some new spares. Luckily in recent days, he’d been thoroughly reminded to digitally order replacements by a certain team strategist, but there was no telling when the chance to claim them would come. A gunsman’s aim-precise eyes certainly depended on excellent vision, and in a way, so did the entire team.

“So! Ignis, where’s our next destination?” Prompto asked next to him, knowing subtlety was key in his strategy to get his lens replacements. “Anything we gotta do first?”

“Actually, our first order of business is none too far from the Disc of Cauthess,” Ignis noted. “Seems we’ve run low on a few things, and waiting to get them is out of the question.”

“I couldn’t agree more! The sooner, the better; the more supplies, the merrier! So, no need to wait on it.”

“What’s your hurry for?” Lightning inquired, suspicious. “It’s just a run-of-the-mill supply run. We’ve done them hundreds of times.”

“Oh, I know that, it’s just, umm… you never know what you’ll find there that’s useful. And I’m just curious on what’s ‘in store’ for us.”

Lightning rolled her eyes at the quip and slouched back a bit further in her seat. “I guess. Whatever floats your boat, Prompto.”

Prompto knew the excuse was flimsier than wet paper, but if it got Lightning to not interrogate him any further thanks to her lack of concern, then he wasn’t gonna complain anytime soon. His secret plot was to rightfully claim his contact lenses in the proper place, find a place to hide and put them in, and the others would remain none the wiser without being slowed down in the slightest. Until then, however, he’d be stuck in the car unable to so much as fully enjoy the moving sights around him. And what photographer could be truly happy at being unable to see the full, beautiful world that made their digital easel? So much as thinking about it made him more antsy than usual, Prompto exerting it in the form of impatiently bouncing his leg due to only so much space in the Regalia.

He was too distracted by his hasty need for his contacts that he didn’t notice the sky blue eyes of Lightning staring a hole in his skull from the seat behind him. The only feeling compelling her to stare was her good old friend skepticism. Though definitely none of her direct concern, Prompto seemed up to something. But, what was it? That answer she didn’t quite know just yet.

Ignis pulled the car up next to one of the gas tanks, his suggestion to Noctis and Gladio on filling it up for the road taken without much question from either. Lightning got up to stretch her legs and see if anything was of necessary interest in the Mini-Mart, while Prompto went a little further a distance to see if his guess was correct. To his relief, he found what he’d expected to be in the area’s vicinity. It didn’t let him stray so far from the others that the Regalia was out of sight, but it was still a bit of a walk away on its own.

Okay, en-bee-dee, Prompto kept reassuring himself. Just a little trip to the nearest little pharmacy; in and out, then nothing happened from the others’ perspective. Walking in was a lot easier when only strangers he didn’t feel as self-conscious around were also minding their own business like he was non-existent. They were oblivious to who he was as a person and everything; the perfect getaway, he could say! In and out, then he’s run about!

“Hello, Sir, how may I help you?” the optical center clerk greeted. “Are you here to pick up something?”

“Yeah. I’ve got my prescription,” Prompto told them, surrendering the proof that he was medically approved to be there. “I’m here for my spares.”

The clerk looked it over carefully, nodding once the written prescription was validated and approved. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back out with the brand. It’s the monthly ones, right?”

“Yup! I know they say ‘daily is healthy’, but… turns out it depends on the person.” Prompto let out a laugh under his breath. That was certainly not an agonizing road he wanted to go back down again. Better safe than sorry!

The clerk took about as long as they’d promised. In “Prompto Time”, however, it felt as though every second passed was a minute wasted. He nervously clung to the hope of the others not having gotten done sooner and were presently waiting on their energetic youngest member. Just when it felt like forever had almost gone by him, back came the solution to his trouble of the day. Prompto mutely sighed in relief, thanking them while taking his new supply of contact lenses and handling what he needed to in regards to officially purchasing them.

So as not to risk hitting the road blind as a bat, Prompto hurried into the nearest bathroom to put them in his eyes. In accordance with his process, Prompto removed no more than his fingerless gloves and washed the hands underneath. His studded wristbands got a bit damp from the watery suds, but he couldn’t have cared less. Under the warm gusts of the hand dryer his palms went, rubbing each other all over to eliminate every layer of water.

And now… the harder part he dreaded so much. Two tiny dome-shaped, colorless terrors waiting to torture Prompto until he was to manage in getting them over the two most sensitive organs in his head. Nonetheless, he opened the box and took out the first pair, peeling off their wrapping and concentrating on his reflection. One wrong move, and it’d be over for him and his vision. Spreading his first pair of lids apart with his thumb and pointer finger, Prompto used the other index one to use as an applicator.

“Just a little further…” Prompto gulped, shakily pressing the contact more towards the rim surrounding the stressed lavender-blue of his eye. When it got too close, he wound up giving into fear and setting his finger down to let him blink for relief. “Wait, okay, time out! I need a second…”

“You did remember to wash your hands first, right?” the sudden voice of Ignis asked from behind, startling Prompto into nearly poking his eye out with the younger’s shriek.

“Ignis! Dude, don’t do that! But, yes, I washed my hands, I promise. What— are you doing here, by the way?”

“Tracking down my AWOL friend, who I knew to be running a bit low on his own supplies. Did you find what you needed?”

“Yep! Should be good for a long while!” Prompto looked behind Ignis, even near spots most wouldn’t detect so easily. “Nobody… followed you, did they? Like say…”

“If it’s Light you’re worried about seeing you, then no, she’s waiting in the car. Even if she had followed me, I believe you’d be more than safe in the men’s bathroom.”

“Right, right! Just making sure is all! You never know, you know…?”

“I ‘know’ that there’s also no harm in her finding out about your poor eyesight. I doubt she’d care too much if she knew, anyways.”

“Well, sure, but… let’s just say some things are just better off totally left behind without the reminder. And besides, there’s no harm in not telling her, either! For now, ignorance is bliss.”

“At least, until she gets too suspicious and finds out one way or another. You aren’t exactly among the best at ‘acting natural’, Prompto. Especially when you’re nervous.”

Prompto dismissed the notion, working on getting the first lens into his eye. “I’ll be fine, Iggy. What Light will never know won’t hurt her~.”

“One way or another, something’s bound to happen. But, on the subject. These lenses? They are not meant to be worn to sleep.”

In response, Prompto first let out a mock-buzzer noise while crossing his arms into an X-shape. “Wrong, Iggy! I was sure to get the monthly ones that are a little safer. Besides, that was like one time I did that!” Seeing the raised brow on Ignis’ forehead made Prompto backtrack, knowing he’d been seen right through like glass. “...Plus— okay, maybe two others, but I know that now! Thanks… anyways, though. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“I’ve enough faith in you to uphold that, but also give your eyes time to ‘breathe’ to be at your safest. And, do know that there’s no harm in a certain someone learning something new.”

Ignis left Prompto to finish putting his contacts in peacefully, having no need to tell him where to go afterwards. One down, the other to go. His fingers were shaky, but gripped the lens for dear life to do everything in his power not to drop it. At a snail’s pace, towards the other eye it went until its rim made a perfect contact around the iris. Winking a few times to get the plastic to stick, Prompto moved both eyes back and forth behind his lids, settling on a good enough feel for the new contacts in place.

“Ah, that’s better,” Prompto sighed, happy to see everything clearer than before. “Thank the Six for ‘boneless glasses’ to make my life just a little easier!”

Cleaning out his contact lens case with enough disinfecting solution and putting them in the Armiger’s storage system for ultimate safety, Prompto looked both ways and around on the outside of the men’s room. When the coast was clear, he shuffled out of the store uttering the appropriate “stealth music” as if a spy on a deathly mission. He ducked around some of the aisle shelves to hide himself occasionally, holding a long note once at the entrance before springing out of the building.

“Haha! Completely nailed it!” Prompto boasted, hurrying his way back to the Coernix Station - Cauthess while looking back at the pharmacy he’d escaped from. “And just in time to hit the— ROAD!”

“There you are,” Lightning said, knuckles on her hips and slightly hunched forward to show more of her disapproval at the spooked boy. “Missed you at the shop. Where’d you decide to wander off to?”

“N— Oh, nowhere, Light! The shop just didn’t have what I needed to pick up, so I found someplace else!” Prompto grew even more anxious at the well-known glare being as strong as ever thrown right at him. “I’m telling the truth! I didn’t go too far!”

“You’re up to something, Argentum.”

“Yeah, I am. I’d say about… five-foot-eight? Not as tall as Gladio or Ignis, but you’ve got a little catching up to do—”

“—You know what I mean, don’t be wise. What are you hiding?”

“Me? I’d never hide a thing, ma’am! I’m Prompto ‘Open Book’ Argentum, that’s me!”

“If you’re such an open book, then you’ve got no reason to be so scared of telling me the truth. What is it, already? Spill it.”

Just then, the savior in the form of the Regalia pulled up and honked the horn, courtesy of Noctis driving up front. “You two having fun over there? Whatever you’re talking about can be said in the car, too.”

“Can it, Prince,” Lightning hissed coldly, getting in one of the two remaining seats. “This conversation isn’t over, Prompto. I’m letting you know that now.”

Gulping, Prompto sat himself down in the car, giving Noctis wordless permission to drive onwards again. Thankfully, he was separated from Lightning in the back thanks to Gladio sitting between them. A bit of a tight fit considering how large the man was, but nothing close to “excruciatingly unbearable”. Even with a living barrier between them, Prompto got chills tingling his spine in the worst way possible whenever he was faced the brunt of Lightning’s infamous staredown. Six, if looks could kill, then he’d have been vaporized by now for gazing directly at such a goddess in woman form that had as much beauty as she did perseverance. All he had to do for the time being was work his way around her suspicion until she forgot about it enough, and he’d be home free! After all, how hard could that be to try and get away with…?

The next time they stopped for a while to camp out later on in the day, Prompto sought the opportunity to celebrate his new contact lenses. He did so in the form of, what else, taking advantage of the exquisite outdoor scenery. Letting everyone else know he’d return in due time, Prompto set off to a remote area of the woods with his camera in hand, on the hunt for whatever might catch his eye and become a future memory of the past. Such a moment would be even better with someone else there to also experience the magic with him, but— as much as he’d rather stay far away from the nastier parts of it— nature was bound to have something to tickle his fancy within it.

Prompto took in everything about his surroundings to see what he could do for his little “indie photo op”, as he’d put it before stepping away from camp. Tripod, check. Camera, obvious. Light source? “On fleek”! Angling? Top-notch! Alright, everything was in place and nothing nearby that he could see to mess it up. Selecting his first snapshot spot, Prompto positioned his beloved camera in its standing hold, setting the timer for when it’d go off. Counting down the seconds; three, two…!

“There you are,” Lightning interrupted, scaring Prompto into stumbling into his tripod and accidentally taking a blurred photo of the ground instead of the nice view.

“And there goes my shot,” Prompto sighed, filling his lungs with his breath and exhaling to calm himself enough. “Light, at least warn me first before sneaking up on me like a serial killer!”

“If you’re mad about your dinky little photo, just take it again. This place isn’t going anywhere, but neither am I until you tell me the truth.”

“Oi-vey, there’s just no dropping that, is there? Why do you wanna know so badly, anyways?”

“Because if it wasn’t something worth hiding, you wouldn’t be dodging the question so much. Now, fess up, Argentum. I’d hate to resort to ‘less pleasant’ ways of getting you to talk.”

Prompto found himself sweating in the brow and backing away, one step in reverse synchronized with Lightning’s forward. “There’s nothing to say, already! I’m not hiding a thing!”

“I don’t buy it. Either tell me and let me leave you alone, or don’t tell me and only make this harder on yourself. Make the right choice.”

He’d run out of options, and inner shame prevented him from potentially making for an awkward confession. So, between fighting it or flight, Prompto chose the impulsive option of the latter with his beloved camera in hand. He could always come back for the tripod later once he didn’t have a rosy-haired warrior out for his past. Although it was common sense to know Lightning was chasing after him, Prompto gave into looking back at her anyways and running faster before turning his head around again. When he did, all he received was a faceful of tree bark smacking him right against the face, his camera falling to the soft ground unharmed when his hands went to cover achingly where he got hit.

“Looks like you’re out of options, Argen—” Lightning started to say until she realized Prompto sank to the ground covering his face. Her irritation cooled into an odd sense of concern, now going over to inspect the man more carefully. “Wait, are you hurt?”

“Mmm-mmm,” Prompto got out, something crystalline falling from his left eye and sticking to his upper cheek. When he felt it, he gasped. “Don’t come any closer, okay?”

Lightning grew more worried, especially at the sight of what seemed to be a tear. Did she go too far in pressuring him into injuring himself? That was quite a run into the tree he just did… “I have to make sure nothing’s broken. Are you bleeding?”

“No! Stay back! I’m fine!”

Lightning disobeyed and removed Prompto’s hands from his face. To her relief, he didn’t seem to be bleeding or bruised, but strangely, neither eye seemed damp with any tears. How that could be was unknown to her, but then she looked closer at what was really stuck on a freckle. Against Prompto’s further protest, Lightning picked it up and squeezed it between two gloved fingers while examining it a little better. After a few seconds, she recognized what it’d been if not a salted tear of pain like she initially believed.

“...It’s a contact lens,” Lightning pointed out, still looking at it until Prompto snatched it back from her. “Why do you have a contact lens on you?”

“N— Not important,” Prompto mumbled, trying to slip the lens back into his eye, but to no avail without the proper concentration.

“Sounds so to me. Look.” Lightning knelt down in front of Prompto, getting him to look at the new gentleness her eyes now held for him, not a trace of force to be seen on her. “If this was what everything was all about, you can tell me. Unless you really are somehow secretly conspiring against the others, then I have no reason to get that much on your case over a little contact lens.”

“You thought I was—? No! Never!” Prompto sounded almost offended that she’d think that of him, but in all fairness, he was acting a little off his loop from trying to hide his secret from her. “...I dunno if I can tell you, though. I wanted to make a good impression on— well, someone who’s never met me before this.”

“You’d have better luck by being honest. Trust me, I’ve had my share of bad news, so since you’re not putting anyone’s life in danger, whatever you have in you, I can take.”

Before he could think of any other objection, Lightning sat down next to him against the tree, picking up his camera and brushing off the dirt it’d acquired from the fall. She checked it over to see if it’d gotten cracked or anything of the sort, but was pleased to hand it back to Prompto when it looked as intact as ever. Prompto frowned; there was no way out of this, was there? And it’d be rude to leave a lady unanswered when she’d so sincerely asked, so… time to face the music, it seemed. Astrals, this was gonna suck.

“Well, as you could probably guess, my vision’s not the best in the world,” Prompto confessed, a sheepish laugh leaving his throat. “That’s why I gotta wear contact lenses to— ya know, fix that. Can’t be a photographer or gunsman that can’t see, can you?”

“Then how come you don’t just get glasses?” Lightning wondered as Prompto used his phone reflection to fight the lens back over his vision hole. “It seems harder to put those things in, doesn’t it? One wrong move, and you’d never see again.”

“It’s not so tough once you get used to it and take care of them the right way. And I am never going back to wearing glasses again when I don’t have to! They look fine on Iggy, but count me out!”

“So, you did used to wear them? Why’d you stop?”

“That’s kinda where the whole ‘I’d rather not talk about this’ part comes in. When I was a kid, I didn’t just wear glasses. Believe it or not, I also actually used to be pretty chunky and more of a turtle. Always in my shell and whatnot, you know?”

Lightning didn’t say it aloud, but the revelation did surprise her. Trying to picture a younger, slightly more plump Prompto that couldn’t so much as speak his mind sounded completely foreign to her. But, he also sounded… different in telling his tale. There wasn’t the usual buoyancy to really be heard, or too much of the wise-cracking nature she was more familiar with. No, all Lightning could hear was more of a sadder little boy wearing a sunnier mask to hide a past he wasn’t proud of. She logically kept her full judgement in line, wanting to hear more to see what else there was to it.

“You don’t say?” Lightning commented. “First, on you needing glasses back then, why was that? I’d have figured a noble from Lucis would be able to afford something ridiculous like laser eye surgery, or—”

“—Eh? ‘Noble’, who? If you’re talking about me, I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy there, Pink,” Prompto laughed uneasily. “I could never be able to pay for that.”

“You’re not a noble? How could that be; you’re travelling with a prince of all kinds of people!”

“I know. I’m as surprised as you are, trust me. But, alack, I am but a commoner in a group of rich men! Even so, I honest to the Six doubt Pop would have been able to afford getting eye correction surgery for me. Shit’s expensive, lady!”

“Fair enough. Then, how did you get into the Crownsguard if you’re just normal?”

Prompto’s face grew even more sullen, looking at the camera between his fingers without a hint of his usual smile. “That’s what I’d like to know. It’d be super nice to think ‘wow, all my hard work paid off, so I got to be worthy of joining’, but… I just can’t believe it’s anywhere close to the truth. Sure, I got in; lost the weight, did the work, yadda-yadda. But really, even with Pop training me to get here today, I just don’t know if I’d have done so well on my own anyways.”

“It… sounds really important to you. Then, why go through so much if you feel this way?”

“To be honest with myself? A big reason’s all because I wanted to be worth something to Noct. Oh, and that’s besides him being a prince dealing with a commoner and stuff, too. My bestie’s kinda my ‘firstie’ too, if you know what I’m saying.”

Lightning scoffed, rolling her eyes more at the mention of Noctis than Prompto’s friendship with him. “Leave it to the little snob of a prince to hold such expectations on you. He’s got two others that aren’t broken, so why rope you into it?”

“What? Oh! No, no, Pink, you’ve got it all wrong!” Prompto’s tone grew more frantic, realizing he’d planted an accidental misconception in the ex-soldier’s head. “Look, I get you and Noct would rather not wanna deal with each other, but believe me. I’ve known the guy since at least high school; he’s a total sweetheart once you see enough underneath the surface! A little crabby, sure, but he’s really not anywhere as bad as you’re making him out to be.”

“More power to you, then, because I’m not seeing it. Whatever, this is about you, not him.”

“In a way, it’s kinda both. If it weren’t for how my friendship with Noct started, then I dunno where I’d be now. Me wanting to both protect him and be a good enough friend to him is what got me started on the road to changing who I was into someone much better. I’m not sure if I’ve totally succeeded yet, but if I’ve been with him this long, maybe I’m doing something okay for once? Maybe you don’t understand what I’m saying, but to put it all simply, Noct’s done nothing but help me all these years. And all I wanna do is do it back and keep doing it for as long as possible.”

...Wow. At that moment, that was the only word Lightning could form in her mind. She may not have understood why Prompto was going to such lengths for someone like Noctis, but if there was something she did get, it was the gunsman’s process. And though Gladio and Ignis she was beyond fine with as people once she’d gotten to know enough of them, something with Prompto resonated with her in a way those two hadn’t quite achieved (at least, not yet to her knowledge). Maybe it was on the fact at not being the only common person after all Now that he’d said that to her, but whatever it was, Lightning was curious enough to know more.

“Let’s just say I wouldn’t go and say I don’t understand where you’re coming from,” Lightning admitted. “To want to change so badly to make someone you care about the most happy… you’re not as off base as you think.”

“Really, now? Anyone back home make you feel that way?” Prompto wondered. “Like a best friend you’ve got yourself?”

“Yes, and no. Just know I’d do anything to see them have a good life. I can only hope I did enough to make that happen, considering every horrible mistake I’ve made.”

“Assuming they’re still around, if they seem to be doing okay because of you, then… well, lo hiciste, you did it!”

“Sh— they’re thankfully alive and breathing, but I can’t help but worry if I ever did enough or not. And even if I did, what now? Will they still need me anymore?”

‘This would be a little easier if I knew how close she was to the person she’s talking about.’ Prompto worded what he wanted to carefully. It wasn’t every day Lightning have off such a vulnerable aura, so the last thing he wanted to do was make her more upset. “If you ask me, just being able to stand by them and know you could help them go far in life sounds like reward enough. Sure, maybe you can’t be together forever and ever, but knowing you made an impact comes just as close.”

“And how would I know if my impact even mattered? For all I can tell, they could be fine without me. Better, even.”

“One way of seeing it? They may be able to live their own life just fine, but it’s hard to forget how they got to that life in the first place. If you impact enough, they’ll be sure to never take that for granted.”

Hardly even realizing it immediately, Lightning felt her heart mellow out a tad melancholically the more she thought about her most cherished protectorate. All the foolish mistakes she’d made along the way she may not have been ready to forgive herself entirely for, but in where everyone from Cocoon and Gran Pulse now were, she’d do anything to keep it how it’d become in the end. Now, of all the people to find that appeared to understand her in that way, it’s Prompto who claims such a spot.

“Those are some wise words coming from you of anyone,” Lightning told him. “Never imagined it’d be from the same person who’s compared gloves to being ‘hand condoms’, either.”

“Light, that’s only the beginning of my endless wisdom,” Prompto said proudly before simmering back down in his tone again. “But, frankly? I’m more surprised you were so willing to listen that easily. I’ve only really said all that to Noct.”

“It’d be ‘pot calling the kettle black’ if I gave you such a rough time about this. But, if you ask me, it really looks like you’re on the right track, even if you think you aren’t.”

“Can’t stop you if you wanna think that, but all I can do is keep trying and see if I can succeed. Until then, there’s no saying for sure.”

“Well, considering you’re already pulling more weight out here than any nobody could hope to, I’d say you’re making the progress you need. Hell, you’d give Sazh a run for his money if he saw how well you work a pistol. And he uses two!”

“Right! Now, for my next question; who the heck is Sazh?” Prompto in asking it sounded closer to his more chipper side, but was just as unfamiliar with the comparison.

“A friend back home. I think you’d like him just fine.” Lightning started counting off a few fingers, fishing out the similarities. “You’re both top-notch gunsmen, wise-cracking even in the tightest of situations, have a fondness for chocobos—”

“—Wait, wait, hold up! This friend of yours also sees the true glory of Eos’ finest creatures?! Do tell, Miss Farron! Don’t keep a guy waiting!”

Lightning couldn’t help but softly laugh at Prompto’s enthusiasm for once. That certainly got his attention. “It’s more his son, Dajh, that’s crazy about them. But, if keeping a chocobo chick in his hair amounts to anything, I’d say he’s a huge fan of them, too.”

“He keeps a chocobo chick in—! Get out! I’ve— that clinches it! I gotta meet this man someday! I just gotta, Pink! I’ve gotta learn his ways! How could I have been so blind?!”

Lightning pat Prompto a few times on the head, appearing to quell his innumerable excitement levels. “Easy does it, Sunspot. I’m sure he’d forgive you for taking a while to do that. But, while we’re on it, how did you get so good at firing a gun?”

“Well, I hate to keep bringing my pop into this, but back when I was still in training, he found my aim wasn’t just top-notch in taking a few snaps. Turns out projectiles are just my calling, too.”

“And I may as well ask this, too, but who is your dad? He sounds a little more than just another commoner. Is he a veteran?”

“You could say that, but you’ve met him already! He’s the same guy who sent you to travel with us in the first place!”

“What? But that was—” Lightning stopped, eyes widening when she realized who Prompto was talking about. She looked at his sunny, almost cutesy-looking mug, then comparing it to the complete 180 of his apparent parentage. “...No way. The Marshal?! Cor Leonis is your dad of all people?!”

“Yes… and no. Obviously, we’re not blood related, but he sorta adopted me as a baby. Then, eventually, he had to give me up to my… other parents. So, I guess I grew up the rest of the way with them.”

“He had to give you up? Why?”

“Guess it had to do with him being leader of the Crownsguard and all. Someone like that can’t balance such a huge responsibility and a kid, so he didn’t have a choice on it at all.”

“Then, how come you still call him your dad if he’s technically not anymore?”

“I try not to when I need to be formal or in front of other Guard members, but honestly, I still pretty much consider him my father even though I had to go somewhere else.” Prompto’s mouth flattened into another frown, this one as wistful as the ones before it. “Hard to admit, but he’s the only older adult figure in my life there enough to earn that title. My… folks weren’t exactly home too much, so I mostly had to look after myself all the time.”

“They left their kid on his own just like that?! Some ‘parents’ ya got there. Actually, I don’t think I should use that word. If they were really your mom and dad, then they shouldn’t leave their kid behind when it’s still in their control. If it wasn’t? Different story. But, that’s not the case here, is it?”

“Well, I— look, Pink, bad mouthing them isn’t the answer. Can’t change how I was brought up, so… what, huh?”

“I don’t care in the slightest. Prompto, you don’t deserve to be practically ignored by the two people meant to be there for you the most. I’m not accepting it, and neither should you, Mister.”

“It’s not like I ‘accept’ it, exactly. It’s— I just wish… you know…”

The words faded on Prompto’s tongue, but were replaced by a quiet gasp at what happened next. Of all the things to get from Lightning for any reason, her arms wrapped around his body in a strangely maternal embrace was definitely not one he expected. But, for once, it simmered his heart into steady, rather sad thumps. He didn’t find it appropriate to hug back, but it appeared Lightning wasn’t going to let go of him just yet. Although it was his primary thought, it didn’t seem to be a hug of empty pity; even at her rare warmest, the woman to him never appeared as the type to go and show something so pointless for another person. Rather, the display felt as comforting to Prompto as it did secretly unearned.

“You’re doing just fine. You just have to not quit while you’re ahead,” Lightning reassured him. “I haven’t been here as long as you four, but I’m sure they’d have said something by now if you weren’t at least close to good enough. Real friends stick by you from start to finish, but also know when you’re falling behind on what’s really crucial.”

“That sounds true and all, but…” Prompto silenced himself, shaking his head without the desire to say too much more. “Nevermind. You’re right; I shouldn’t overreact or turn into a real ‘Debbie Downer’ here.”

“I never said you were. Feeling low’s gonna happen against your control; it’s what you do with it is what makes the difference. I’m nobody to tell anyone else how to feel, but I can at least encourage you not to throw your hopes out the window just yet. Think you’d be able to do that?”

“Hmm, dunno. I’ve already got bad eyesight, so it’s not like I’ve got better ‘future sight’, either. But, man! Would if I could, Light. Would if I could.”

Lightning could feel a delicate little smile tug at her mouth corners hearing Prompto regain the laugh in his voice. “Careful what you wish for. Being able to see into the future might not be as nice as you think.”

“What makes you say that? Having that as a superpower would rock! Unless— yeah, maybe some things are just not meant to be seen before they happen. Is that why?”

“Among… other reasons people wouldn’t like it. Bottom line, I’d rather you waited and saw, and not saw and waited. You got that?”

“I gotcha! Won’t see any ESP from me, lay-dee! But, you mind if we get going? I did say I was only gonna be gone for a little bit. Don’t want everyone thinking I almost became bear chow again.”

“It is a good time to— wait, ‘again’? What do you mean ‘again’?”

“Nothing that’s not best left in the past! It was before you came along, and we’re all fine now! Don’t you worry your pretty pink little head there.”

Having done enough of interrogating Prompto for one day, Lightning left it at that and got herself off the ground. She was about to turn the other way hoping to be followed, when Prompto let out a loud, energetic gasp after looking at his camera again. Without explaining himself, he grabbed Lightning by the wrist and ran in the direction of where she’d originally chased him from. Besides not wanting to leave his poor tripod all by its lonesome, having another person with him in such a great spot was a photo opportunity just begging on its knees for him to take it.

And just who was he to up and refuse it so rudely?

“Really, Prom, we’ve gotta go,” Lightning insisted as Prompto set her up in front of the tripod and camera like a living prop. “Can’t this wait until later?”

“Not a chance!” Prompto chirped, making sure everything on his camera was all set and in position. “Why pass up the chance of a lifetime in getting a nice snap with my favorite photogenic newcomer?”

“If you wanted a selfie, then you don’t need my help with that,” Lightning quipped, hiding her smirk behind a few fingers at the consequent stunned blush on Prompto’s face born from the comment.

“Oh, fair maiden, how you flatter a clown. But, nope! You’ve gotta be in the shot; no way out until this memory’s made!” Prompto set the timer up, running to where Lightning was and readying himself for the shoot. “Smile for the camera, Pink! It loves ya!”

Lightning never really considered herself a “camera person”, but with how little time she had to think about it before the camera went off and captured her appearance in the moment, she did what first came to her mind. Giving off the most modest of her smiles, the shutter went off and immortalized the exact moment and pose the two were in. Prompto went to go look at his new photograph, rather pleased with the almost punkish way he had his tongue stuck out and the peace sign fingers on the hand belonging to the arm he’d wrapped around Lightning’s shoulders without actually making physical contact. As for his female companion in the snapshot, hers didn’t seem like anything to write home about, but nothing of it wiped even a bit away of the smile on his face.

“Another shot gotten! And this one’s the first to be blessed full-on by such a gracious presence!” Prompto beamed, making loops around the moon from how happy he was to have gotten a photo with Lightning. “Hey, why don’t you see how it came out, too? No need to let you miss out on it.”

“Why don’t you show me while we’re heading back to camp?” Lightning suggested, hauling the tripod under her arm and allowing Prompto to follow in her steps. “Nothing against you doing what you like, but we were supposed to head back a while ago.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course! And since we’re doing it now, take a quick look!” Prompto put the camera in front of Lightning’s eyes, the screen still on its most recent picture.

“Easy with— ...oh.” Lightning saw how the photo came out, rather impressed by the expert-level accuracy and the fact that even her more mild expression didn’t lower any of the quality either. “Gotta say, for someone that needs contacts, you’ve really got an eye for the camera.”

“I’ve had two for as long as I can remember. This journey’s not gonna last forever, so I might as well make a way to capture it for as long— WHOA!”

Lightning immediately ducked and caught Prompto by hugging her arms around to his torso, pulling him back up onto his feet hiding her suppressed urge to laugh. “Maybe tell me more on the way back. While looking where you’re going, of course.”

“That can be arranged. See, it all started when…”

Ignis was in the middle of getting the last few minor touches on camp set up, at the same time Gladio and Noctis were preoccupying themselves a distance from him with a harmless sparring match. Their combat reminded him personally to take a good look at his recently acquired Mythril Knives to ensure they were ready for use next time the team was to be under attack by the forces of evil or wilderness. His ears picked up on faint chatter past the sound of swords clashing and a prince rapidly warping, further investigation informing him that the culprits were the previously absent Prompto and Lightning. The ecstatic storytelling from his blond friend was nothing new, but the interested placid smile on his pink-haired one certainly provided some questions on what happened between them in the woods.

“—Then, I got attacked by a horde of angry baboons! As if that wasn’t bad enough, this leopard comes along and tried to take a bite of me in the worst way possible!” Prompto recited to a fascinated Lightning, Ignis recalling exactly the moment in question on one of the detours taken before they’d even officially set out on their current mission. “All because I wanted to snap a pic of this cute little baby monkey I saw, too! Was that so wrong?”

“You might have just scared the thing with your camera,” Lightning guessed. “What’s harmless to people might not be so to a wild animal. It probably mistook you for a hunter.”

“Still no excuse to try and get me killed! The little…” Prompto grumbled, trailing off and ending the bitter sentence in his head. “Any jungles where you’re from, Pink?”

“Not where I’m living now, no. But, where I was born, the closest I can think of is the Sunleth Waterscape. Never been myself; my sister and a few of our friends passed through it, though.”

“Bummer. Was that awesome ‘Sazh’ guy you were talking about one of those people?”

Lightning nodded. “Him and Vanille went at the same time. Speaking of which, you act a lot like her, too. I think you almost have her beat in the ‘perky youth’ department. And… some other more personal things you’ve got in common, too.”

“I won’t make you say things you don’t wanna, but my ‘Light’s friends I just gotta meet’ list is growing!”

“Maybe when I go back home, you can find time to visit. I’m sure they’d get a kick out of you.” Lightning’s voice had a noticeable lightheartedness to it, imagining the sheer chaos of Prompto meeting her loved ones back home.

“It sounds like you two had a good time out?” Ignis inquired, finally getting the two’s attention on him. His glasses-covered eyes were particularly on Prompto asking it, who knew the reason why.

“Definitely nothing I was expecting, that’s for sure. Anything could end a lot worse, but I’m happy this didn’t.”

“That makes two of us, sister!” Prompto agreed, bringing up the new photo of him and Lightning on his camera. “And guess who also finally got the ultimate selfie today? This guy, that’s who!”

“You finally partook in one of Prompto’s photos, Light? I always thought you to be the camera-shy type,” Ignis said, scanning the camera screen with intrigue.

“I’m not much for taking them, but it came out really well,” Lightning admitted. “As long as Prom doesn’t ask me to take too many of them, I don’t mind getting another in for him.”

“Do you really mean that?!” Prompto squeaked, beyond joyous.

“I just might. I don’t have ‘future sight’ either, though. We’ll just see where things go after this.”

Lightning only left it at that after, flashing Prompto another kind glance before going over to request a sparring match of her own with Gladio after Noctis concluded his with him. It hadn’t gone past Prompto’s cleared up eyes at all, the ecstatic shutterbug still feeling his innards doing giddy flips and turns about the events that’d transpired overall. He found himself smiling with his sunny aura after Lightning, freezing when he’d caught the look on Ignis’ face, too.

“Seems you’ve made a friend in her,” Ignis pointed out. “I’d have to be halfway blind to think she isn’t starting to warm up to you.”

“You really think so?” Prompto breathed, scratching one cheek with his pointer finger.

“I’ve more than a feeling. Not as scary as you thought her finding about your contact lenses was going to be, was it?”

“Pish-pish, lucky guess. Turns out, a lot of things that’s bothered me, she’s been on the same ride just as bad.”

“And yet a lot remains a mystery about our newest comrade. However, enough has certainly come to ‘Light’ with her since she joined us.”

Prompto laughed, quickly catching onto the discreet humor. “Can’t know everything about everybody, of course. Especially since there’s some things we just don’t know the answer to.” At the same time he said that, he fixed the black bands covering his right wrist so they wouldn’t reveal anything the mystery mark underneath.

“Which is perfectly fine. Everyone has their skeletons in the closet, big or small. It’s only a matter of how people take them is what makes the difference.”

Prompto couldn’t argue with that, being unable to avoid looking at not just Noctis toying around on a favored game on his smartphone, but also Lightning performing an impressive deflecting of Gladio’s strike. He still couldn’t fully believe what happened today did, nevermind actually reaching this point in his life. And yet, somehow, here he was; still among the Crownsguard of all things, and making a new friend that turned out to be sailing in the same boat as him in a way.

Another person— Lightning, no less, was more than willing to encourage him from her own honest faith alone. She’d joined Noctis in rooting for him, so Prompto had to be a fool to do so much as consider letting her own too because he couldn’t live up to the simplest of expectations. Whether or not he was sure he’d succeed in the end aside from his personal lack of true confidence, nothing was an excuse to stop after every step taken in the first place.

Prompto tapped one closed eyelid each gingerly, making sure what stuck to his eyes behind them were both secure. He laughed once to himself. Of all the ways possible he could have shared such a deep moment in the woods with someone, it had to be over a measly pair of contact lenses. Small world, he thought. Small world, indeed.

#Final Fantasy XV #Final Fantasy XIII #FF Crossover #Prompto Argentum #Lightning Farron #Tales From The LibrAiry #FF Versus XV #idk what the name for these two is; but it's platonic anyways so no need to use it I don't think???#Regardless; Lemonade Mouth is a go :3c #Also you can pry dad!Cor from my cold; dead hands; let Prom have at least one (1) good parent in his life goddamn it

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hello hello yall, it’s your gal ronnie with a second muse!! this is my honey eloisa and i have so many ideas for her and i’m so excited to bring her to life since i’ve been dying to play her properly for so long, so PLease feel free to come plot w/ us ok ? OK ! anyway, her full bio can be found here if you feel so inclined, but it’s a bit long, so i’ll have a couple points under the cut summarizing it. also under the cut are some wanted connections ! that’s pretty much it for now, k byE

that’s not EMILY RATAJKOWSKI walking around?? nah, but ELOISA GOMOLKA gets that all the time. SHE’S actually from TORQUAY, ENGLAND, though they live in LA JOLLA now. you’ve probably heard that 23 year old SERVER of CALIFORNIA PIZZA KITCHEN being referred to as the ZEALOT of this place. you know, i always see them EXPLORING AND TRAVELING or blasting A LITTLE DEATH BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD on their lunch break..whatever.

alright so my baby was born and raised in torquay, england to a pretty religious, polish family. her father is polish and her mother is english, but their lifestyle and culture at home was very much polish based

also her actual birth name is katarzyna eloisa gomolka, but growing up in england, many people had a hard time pronouncing her first name so her friends & classmates and all that often called her by her middle name instead -- eloisa. so it eventually stuck and she legally changed around her first & middle names. .. .

this girl loves loves loves learning languages and studying other cultures and lifestyles , like in school , she was always that girl that took as many foreign language classes as she could. she knows the basics to a bunch of different languages but she’s fluent in english, polish, french, and spanish.

also shes WILD ok . . . like her own weird brand of wild. she’s so Unexpected .. . its strange. but i love her sm. she’s loud, opinionated, stubborn, unpredictable, SUPER adventurous, you name it. she’s either laughing her ass off with childish excitement or spewing fire From her mouth, knowing NO boundaries . . there’s no in between like . . . shes so random, all over the place and all in your face most of the time im sorry . . . & when she loves u she clingy

anyway she also used to play the violin and horseback ride a lot growing up. her grandpa from her moms side taught her how to ride horses and she loved going to his farm in the english countryside to ride & hear his wise stories and all that. he was like her hero.

however, one day, right before eloisa was about to start her last year of high school . . . long story short . . . there was an accident and grandpa passed away *cries* . . . el took his death super hard since they were so close . . which caused her to get less enthusiastic about going to college and she just lost all interest at caring at all tbh, becoming more of a troublemaker at school, so her grades dropped her last year and so did all her aspirations for her future

after high school, instead of enrolling in postsecondary, she just wanted to get away from it all so she decided to trust in her adventurous side and partake in a work abroad program where she would be backpacking across south america, teaching english and helping build up communities. she did that until she was twenty-one. it was a Wild ride

in the midst of the program, while in colombia, she got involved w/ some sketchy dude who was in the drugs and car stealing business . . . she loved the thrill & she thought she was so in love BUt he was super gross and toxic and ended up betraying her, stealing her money, and leaving her on the side of the road one night on one of his heists. aNYWAY it sucked

she finished the program and then decided to work for the work abroad program’s headquarters, which are situated in california. . . so thats how she got to san diego

eventually her position there terminated but she decided to stay in cali bc its very much her type of vibe SO now shes working at fashion valley & thats where yall come in

SOME WANTED CONNECTIONS

OPPOSITES ATTRACT -- cheesy name but i think it’d be cool for her to have a pal who’s kind of the complete or near opposite of her but they kind of work ? ? like honestly this girl can TALK and ramble on for so long about random shit, so i think it’d be an interesting dynamic for her to have someone who just lets her Go Off and they just like to listen to her talk and she just likes having someone to listen to her . . . inspo is from this pic right HERE

EAT THIS -- while in south america, el kind of developed a huge respect and love for cuisine and cooking so now shes kind of obsessed with searching up random, exotic recipes and trying them out. sometimes her cooking backfires and is not the greatest but shes so determined to get things right and just loves Doing it so much that she doesnt care. . . so maybe she can have like a taste testing buddy or someone who likes to cook w her or something idk ? ? shfskd omg HC: she works as a server at ca pizza kitchen but i s2g she prob always tries to sneak in the kitchen and help cook But since shes so all over the place, theyre always like “ EL GTFO OF HeRE !!!!!”

MOTHER HEN / PAPA BEAR -- this girl needs someone to keep her in line some of the time okay. she doesnt have any family here in cali so she’d love to have someone who takes care of her and makes sure she doesnt go too far .. like someone she looks up to in a sister/brother/guardian figure type of way ? ?

ZOOLOGY -- eloisa doesnt have any pets .. . she can hardly take care of herself like what u think imma let this girl have a dog ? ? NO she can have a pet ROCK ( she does ) . . . but she loves animals so she’d love hAving a pal where she can just come by and play w their pets or smthg like she’ll be the best play mate ever .. . i just wouldnt trust her to take care of ur animal for a week or smthg lmao

ADVENTURE TIME -- if u ever just want to do something crazy or try something new. . . literally just hit up eloisa . . . so i’d love for her to have friends who just text her up like i’m Not feeling good take me somewhere. . . and SHE WILL . . .or even if they’re not sad and just want to do something exciting . .. hit her up

OOPS :( -- ok So el can be a bit clumsy and random so i think a cool connection with someone would be like maybe one day eloisa broke something of theirs or fucked up their car or dyed their hair wrong or something stupid like that . . . basically eloisa fucked up . . . and ever since then, that person doesnt really trust her anymore and is kind of annoyed with her presence in general . . . BUT eloisa feels so BAD and guilty about it so now she basically tries to do everything in her power to make it up to the other person but they just keep not having it yknow ? ?

ORANGE CRUSH -- ok ur typical crush plot bc theyre so fluffy and cute. . . but i think maybe a plot where the crush doesnt even have to be super romantic or sexual yknow ? ? like i can definitely see eloisa just being so interested in everything the other person does and just loving being around them and loving everything they do . . . so obsessed w their comportments . . . but it can be in such a fluffy, platonic way like That feeling when u see a rly cute puppy or baby penguin . . . eloisa just wants to hug ur muse and love them But not even sexually yknow ? ?

TAKE ME WITH YOU -- ok i love this plot sm . . . maybe like a friendship where they both want to see the world together ? ? eloisa is really big on travelling so id love for her to have a friend where they’ve been slowly putting together their dream trip where they see the world together. and their friendship is so heavily based on them sending each other places around the world where they want to go and putting together bucketlists and itineraries for if they ever end up saving money and travelling together ? ? so fun

SCIENCE PROJECT -- there’s not much that scares el and she doesnt get pushed away so easily . .. but i think an interesting dynamic could be if there actually was someone who kind of freaks her out yknow?? a relationship where the person actually kind of intimidates her and theres just something about the person that makes eloisa question everything .. . kind of like a science project. shes always studying them carefully, unsure of how to react to what they say . . . they’re just bizarre to her and she wants to know more

POKE ! -- basically someone she loves to annoy and pick on , but not in a hateful way

TEACH ME -- maybe someone who is teaching eloisa a new skill or language or how to do something that they’re good at because eloisa would love that so much .. . she loves trying new things.. . .like honestly anything .. . even if she keeps failing

TINDER DATE -- ok so in my head, i feel like eloisa would be that type of person to troll people on tinder and play around with them .. so maybe your muse got caught up in her trap once and she trolled them on tinder lmao ? ? ? i think thatd be so funny and she just loves laughing about it all the time . .

I DO . . . WAIT, NO, I DON’T ! -- ok So this is inspired by that one episode in friends where rachel and ross get married drunk in vegas once . . . so Like literally that lmao. like that is SO something that would happen to el. like maybe one time, they found themselves in vegas together, they got super drunk, and legit got married that same night super quick ? ? ? and obviously theyre divorced now but i think that’d be a funny dynamic and lil treasure of the past to have in a friendship/relationship

SOME TYPICAL ONES THAT I CANT GET ENOUGH OF -- exes, flings, hook ups, went on a few dates in the past, best friends ( someone to braid her hair and take bubble baths w her <3 ), enemies ( maybe someone who doesnt agree w how she lives her life or her whole vibe bc she can be a bit much sometimes lmao ), etc.

or literally anything else lol

#fvhqooc #wow im sorry its LOng #dont hate me #but its good i promise #° ⟡ ⁝ ─ crumpled notes › OOC.#i just had SO MANY connection ideas bye #i think everything makes sense .. . . . ..

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