#mikhail x reader

[q1ngqve]

hello! I like your fics, can u do Mikhail smut? 🥹 that npc man is making me feel things a gurl shouldn’t. Any for, is fine, be it from the LC’s Tomorrow’s Journey or the old form ♥️🥺

🪷🫧💭 — sorry if it’s ooc… i tried (also requests are closed!)

CW; sex. no other warnings 😜ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

"do we really have to?"

you shoot him a glare as you adjust your necklace, the jewelry shiny and cool against your skin. "yes, because you reserved it." a tiny yelp escapes you at the sudden warmth on your nape, making your hair stand on end as you elbow him in the ribs.

he chuckles at your reaction to him appearing behind you without warning before parting your hair to one side and plants soft kisses on your skin.

"do you have to wear this specific dress then?" his arms snake around your waist, "you know it's my favorite." mikhail takes a step back as you remove his arms, spinning around to face him and draping your arms on his shoulders.

the corners of your lips curve into a soft smile as you lean closer, pecking a kiss onto his lips, staining them light red with your lip-gloss.

"I guess you'll have to wait till we come back," you shrug, "I don't wanna waste all the effort on doing my makeup."

his smile matches your own as his hands roam to the small of your back and nape, pulling you closer. "a quick one?" your eyes narrow at the feeling of his bulge against your stomach. "please?"

"fine."

"you're so good to me, my love."

his lips come fervently, sucking all the air from your lungs, desperate to taste and feel you. he walks you backward, hands and mouth never leaving you until you hit the wall with a thud. you push at his shoulders, trying to get him to release you so you can get some air.

soft gasps fill the air as he pulls away, his hands continuing with their ministrations. while you try to catch your breath, he already has your dress bunched up and you held up against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist.

"mikhail— need you..."

his kiss comes again, harsher this time, as he undoes his belt, muttering an "mhmm" into your mouth. a soft hit lands on his shoulders at your disapproval when the sound of lingerie tearing fills the air. "we'll get you a new one."

your arms wrap tighter around him, gripping on for dear life, knowing how hard he goes when he's in a rush. whimpers of his name spill from your puffy lips as he nibbles on them, thrusting into you at the same time. the stretch has your back arching and legs tensing, and you hear him chuckle.

"love, you gotta relax—" mikhail hisses as his free hand slides between you two and draws circles on your clit. "you're so fucking tight."

deep grunts sound from the man before you as he finally bottoms out. he manages to pull another yelp from you as he pulls back and thrusts back in almost immediately, not giving you the time to adjust.

"wait— slow down!"

his chest reverberates as he laughs. "slow down? you told me to be quick, did you not?"

your head falls on his shoulder as you hang limp in his arms, body tensing at each rub of his tip on your gummy walls. you find yourself coming undone too quickly in this position, especially with him coaxing you on with each drive of his hips.

mikhail plants another kiss on your lips as you start shuddering and clenching against him, body tensing up at the knot building in your lower stomach. goosebumps litter your skin as he kisses down your neck, the warmth of his pants and groans urging your impending orgasm.

under the influence of his soft "cum for me"s in your ear, you cum with loud whines of his name, nails digging into his suit for support. he doesn't stop his movements, guiding you down from your orgasm as he reaches his own.

warm spurts fill your insides as he holds you up, hugging you close as you both ride out the high. when he senses you've relaxed, he sets you down and cups your face, kissing your blood-flushed lips gentler this time.

you lean against him as he smooths down your dress, a bright smile on his face as he holds out his hand.

"shall we go then, my love?"

[thequietkid-moonie]

Not the way the story should end

[ DRABBLE ] [ Xenoblade Chronicles 2 ]

> Established relasionship, reciving the news that you are in great danger

Jin

Its like if the world itself started to break under his feet the moment Jin heard that you were in danger and yet his expression barely changes, he clenches his teeth and fists in anger and desesperation before asking all the details he needs to know and go away, he doesn't need help with this, he doesn't want it, the only thing Jin wants right now is to make sure you are safe, so without another word he goes in his way to save you

Malos

He laughs, concerningly soft and calm chuckles, of course Malos is not happy, his rage is slowly growing and taking all over him, still he manages to get all the information he needs about this unfortunate situation before going in his way to solve the problem, again, he is concerningly calm but thats just because the moment he sees the people who foolishly tried to hurt you he will finally take out all that rage without mercy on them

Akhos

He is using all his willpower to don't let his feelings get the best of him and come up with a plan, Akhos normally is easy to stay calm and composed but its you were are talking about, he can't be calm and composed when you are in danger. Even so, Akhos managed to use his burning worry to work in find a way to find you and bring you back to safety, he may even end up dragging the others to help him just to assure the mision is fulfilled without problems

Mikhail

For once Mikhail is incredibly serious, his smile has vanished completely as he comes up with a plan to rescue you, if the others come along to help to save you he will accept the help, if not thats not a problem, he will take down the people who dared to hurt you with his own hands if necesary, but what is more important is to bring you back to safety so the revenge can wait for when you are finally with him, completely safe and he can finally smile at you again

Patroka

The person who was the one giving the news is incredibly lucky to don't get killed by Patroka, just hearing the news she was completely furious, with you, with the person responsible, with anyone who dares to talk with her in this moment, she is worried and scared but those feelings quickly become anger, an anger that she will use to bring you back to safety with her own hands, it doesn't matter how much people she has to get out of her way she will bring you back

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with torna

pairing: malos x jin x patroka x mikhail x akhos x gn!reader

tags: torna member!reader, silly & wholesome fluff, torna is bad at feelings (yeah, all of them--), slowburn romance

as the new member of torna, you would've expected that your biggest struggle would be fitting into a group with an already established dynamic, not choosing who you want to date!

yet as you joined torna, the five members of it soon all had their eyes set on you and it became quite obvious…

the least obvious one of the group was jin, who paid a little more attention to you and whose gaze you kept feeling on you, yet he never made an outright move on you

compared to mikhail, who was the first one to flirt with you! he was all over you the second you joined the team, only for akhos and patroka to scold him and try to chat you up instead

malos, on the other hand, pretended not to be interested in you at first. only when he got you all to himself did he start teasing you and show interest in you!

it's pretty clear to everyone that they have a thing for you and while they never say it out loud, the looks they give one another say more than a thousand words!

neither of them really needs to ‘play fair’ when it comes to you and try not to hurt their teammates feelings, yet they all do show some restraint

they are a found family after all. there is no obligation to one another, but they still care about each other, even if they would deny it if you asked them!

besides, why fight over you, when they can just work together and try to share you? surely you wouldn't mind that, right?

[aritsukemo]

Fav characters in vnc and maybe a spoonful of hcs for them?

VNC Headcanons | Vanitas No Carte

Featuring: Astolfo, Mikhail, Louis De Sade, Jeanne, Olivier, and Roland

Warnings: Spoilers to vnc ahead. Also mentions of self harm for one of Astolfo's headcanons. Aside from that, enjoy my very biased and personal heacanons regarding my top six favs from the hit show Vanitas No Carte!! <33

A/N: This was fun and makes me want to rewatch vnc for the fifth time lmao- Sorry this simple request took so long, deary!!

Tagging: @snowy-violet

Extra: I officially have a taglist! If you liked this piece, please consider grabbing a loyalty card at the front counter!! <3

⇻ Astolfo Granatum

He suffers from dismissive-avoidant attachment style to the point most of his newer relationships with most people crash and burn within half a year or so — not that he's actively making friends or forming bonds to begin with.

He's incredibly self-conscious about his appearance and any kind of comment on it ( even compliments ) makes him uncomfortable and angry. It's a little better when it comes from those he's truly close to, but depending on the person, he'd be incredibly suspicious and would assume they're lying/making fun of him.

He gets bad night terrors and has to sleep away from most objects to avoid hurting himself and or others in his panicked state. Roland used to deal with them by sitting at his bedside and telling him fun stories of his childhood, fairytales, and lighthearted things of that nature until Astolfo managed to ground himself and go back to sleep.

⇻ Mikhail

Still suffers from nosebleeds and headaches from time to time. It's very faint compared to when he was human and never last long, but whenever it happens it reminds him of the time he was still a test subject.

He's tried to grow his hair out to resemble Luna at least once but always ends up cutting it.

He feels safest/most comfortable around older women and mothers despite his past because they're typically the nicest to him.

⇻ Louis De Sade

Likes his tea black. I have no proof, he just seems like the type lmao-

If he ever got into a relationship, it would be with a long term friend or best friend. He's real demiromantic-coded to me and I don't see him even entertaining love with anyone who he can't let his walls down in front of ( which takes an incredibly long time for him I imagine ).

His giving love language is physical touch. Caressing your face while you lay in his lap, moving close to hold you by the hip and waist whenever he greets you, rubbing your thigh leisurely... He'll adjust depending on what you're okay and not okay with, but one way or another his hands will find themselves on you if he likes you enough.

⇻ Jeanne

Gets nervous around women. She finds them so, so incredibly beautiful — like a goddess smiling upon her — and she...mentally panics whenever she partakes in leisure conversation or is even near one. ( real, me too girl )

She's an absolute sucker for compliments!! Praise is her kryptonite and she'd melt like butter on a hot summer's day if anyone says something nice to her. ( Especially people she's fond of )

Her favorite pass time is shopping. She doesn't buy things every time, but leisurely going about a market or boutique and gazing at products — imagining herself in pretty clothes she never has the time or appropriate setting to dress down in — is such a de-stressor for her.

⇻ Olivier

Has a bad sweet tooth. He's always been fond of sweets, but smoking has made his cravings worse. That said, he spends a good quarter of his money on straight junk food.

He's gotten hit on by a guy at least once or thrice in his life ( not counting Roland ) and if it was more socially accepted he'd be getting checked out by as many men as women.

He wears reading glasses and likes to read a lot in his free time. His favorite genre is mystery.

⇻ Roland

Gives the best messages!! I mean look at him!! You cannot tell me he wouldn't be able to rub the stress outta my shoulders.

He has freckles!! They're really light in color and are only visible when it gets hot, he's flustered, or something else along those lines causes his face to flare up.

Kids absolutely adore him!! He'd be the type to let a kid hang onto his bicep or something and swing them around to get them giggling. He'd absolutely spoil them rotten too, especially his own!

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[fyxestroll]

The Finite and the Infinite

Mikhail Legwork/OC; masterlist A Namless will witness many changes in their long journey.

“Conductor, do you think anyone from the Express’ old crew would return?” The crew ticket is clipped to the strap of her dress, its golden shine a sharp contrast to the muted pastel of her clothing. It’s a proud reminder of her decision to return—to the closest a Nameless has to—home.

Pom-Pom pauses their sweeping, “Why? Is there someone you’d like to meet again, Inka?”

The archivist shakes her head, “I don’t.” She does but doubts those she wishes to reunite with are still alive or have any intention to come aboard the Express again. “At least, not that I can remember.” There’s a twinge of sadness on the conductor’s face as they resume sweeping.

Inka leans against the plush seats of the parlor car, staring up at the whale-shaped lights on the ceiling. Currently, it’s just her and the conductor as Himeko and Welt went off to explore. The silence is something she’s unused to. The Astral Express Inka remembers was one teeming with life, passengers—crew or otherwise, milling about, cluttered objects left behind in the parlor car and an old friend dragging her off into another misadventure.

It reminds her all too well how much has changed. 

It’s a reminder she tries to avoid.

It's why Inka spends most of her days indexing the logs in the data bank, resuming her role as the Express’ archivist. It’s better to drown in her self-imposed workload than to drown in nostalgia. She’d find herself working to the point of collapse, waking to Himeko—occasionally Welt, draping a blanket over her and telling Inka not to work herself too hard.

(And in her half-asleep state she’d mistake them for a well-dressed young man playfully smiling at her, saying the exact same thing.)

She stares out into the star-studded cosmos and sighs. “Why did I even leave the Express in the first place?”  In her long journey, she has forgotten and could only hope that a reunion with those she parted ways with would remind her.

(Or would forgetting all memories of them be for the best?)

notes: reader version will be posted when im done with exams. no actual mikhail on this one yet. this is mostly meant to establish inka as a character.

thanks for reading <33 please let me know what you think <33

[undertakers-witchy-mermaid]

Welp, I finally caught a case of the ague; the germs always come to get me in February. 😷

But since I'm sick and need some character comfort, I decided to write some purely indulgent headcanons. I literally NEVER post my writings, like, ANYWHERE.

However, there is a sadly small amount of content for You're My Loveprize In Viewfinder, and I've been craving the characters like mad because I've been re-reading it. Plus I thought it could make a sick fan's day someday, so spreading the love. 💓

Slight N$FW Content Warning

Nothing major, only hinting, but better to be safe than sorry.

Also a slight c0c@!n3 reference.

So I hope you guys like it:

You're My Loveprize In Viewfinder Characters when you're sick...

Feilong:

(I love him so much, he's my absolute favorite, my pretty boy.)

Upon his orders, Tao brings you a cup of medicinal tea probably every hour. It's awful, but Feilong insists it will help, and it very much does.

Feilong rests by your side in his bed, dabbing the sweat from your fever with a cool, cold cloth.

He sings softly to you in Cantonese to soothe you when you're squirming and fussing, because God, you're body is so uncomfortable to be in right now.

He wraps you in his robes so you're warm and cozy, and also to help you sweat out the fever.

Feilong is constantly by your side. There isn't ever a moment he isn't at least within your sight while you're ill. Even if he takes a business call, he only goes as far as the window that looks out over Hong Kong.

You try to tell him that if he constantly lingers by your side he'll get sick, too.

He informs you he does not care by kissing you full on the lips, telling you afterwards as he looks in your eyes that he isn't going anywhere.

Of course, he does get sick.

But you're better by this time, so you and Tao lovingly nurse him back to health, too. 🩵

Asami:

He insists that s3× is the best way to help you sweat out your fever.

You decline the first few times, but being as persistent as he is, you eventually consent.

It does actually help.

Avoids smoking around you, so he goes onto the balcony if he really needs a drag; but he leaves the door open so he can hear you in case you need anything.

Like Feilong though, he doesn't leave your side if he can help it, and has his men run out for things from the pharmacy, the grocery store, etc.

And if he has to leave, he asks you if you want anything while he's gone, kissing your forehead before he goes.

He leaves his men with you, should you need anything.

But mostly you just sleep if he's gone.

Comes back home with flowers and any kind of indulgent food you like; even if you requested the most simple food, he'll bring you the most expensive and extravagant version of it he can find.

Makes sure you shower every day to help you in feeling better.

Surprisingly, he never gets sick. Not even once.

Lucky bastard.

Bonus:

Takaba:

He becomes a retriever in every sense of the word.

The second you indicate any kind of sickness setting on, the very first thing he does is run to the nearest store to get you literally every cold, flu, and cough medicine on the shelves and your favorite kind of soup, and any other foods you like.

Stays by you to get you comfy in your bed, lovingly pats your forehead when you sweat, makes sure you have the TV on, makes sure you have tissues and a small army of pills on your nightstand.

He gets sick quite literally the second after you do, but he pushes through it to nurse you back to health.

Will tend to you to the point of exhaustion.

Mikhail:

(Yeah, I think he's kinda hot too.)

Insists that having a snort of c0c@!n3 will help.

It doesn't.

So much for that.

Next, he has you try out the sauna.

This actually does help.

Good job, Mikhail.

You wake up sweating with him literally wrapped all the way around you.

He sleeps like a rock so you just lay there and sweat out toxins.

Unlike Fei and Asami, he usually goes on with business as usual, so you really only see him at night. During the daytime Yuri sits with you.

Yuri doesn't really know what to do so he just sits and plays cards with you.

You lose, because there's more congestion in your head than brain right now.

Yuri gets angry because he thinks you're not trying.

Luckily Mikhail comes back and tells Yuri you're supposed to be nice to sick people as he kisses you hello.

He makes Yuri apologise.

He does.

Mikhail doesn't understand that you're not supposed to make out with someone who is sick.

So, naturally, it all ends with you and Yuri tending to Mikhail once you're well.

You love him but he's a literal child when he's sick, so you have to keep Yuri from blowing his stack while also taking care of Mikhail's needs.

You throw in the towel when Yuri gets sick, too.

Mikhail's ended up being more satire, but he seems so immature, I really couldn't help myself. I hope you enjoyed, and knowing me, I'll think of something or get further in the series and end up making edits to this post. Have a nice day, and feel better! 💙

[blood-smiles]

𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀࣪ ִֶָ☾✴︎˚｡⋆

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - MDNI TW!! suggestive thoughts and actions coming from yandere . yandere character . defo unprofessional behavior from reader . PT 2

╰┈➤ the white flashing of your camera lit up the room, capturing a perfect moment in time inside your device.

Scrolling through the pictures with your thumb, you nodded wordlessly at the various pictures. Perfect and beautiful.

Just how you liked it.

Packing up your gear, you decided it was time you went home, you were tired. Really tired from taking so many pictures, you felt a migraine coming from a mile away.

The soft patter of rain met your eardrums, letting you know it was drizzling and would probably last for a while.

You walked slowly, umbrella in hand, staring at the moon above while rubbing the sides of your head. The soft crashing of the waves hitting the rocks nearby.

Plugging in your headphones and playing some soft music while you walked to your house.

You counted the stars in the sky as you walked along the beach.

“ ♪ Luna quieres ser madre?.. y no encuentras querer que te haga mujer, dime Luna de plata.. Que pretendes hacer con un niño de piel.. ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah.. Hijo de la luna.. ♪ “

You came to a stop, seeing a taller (wo)man (?) leaning against the railing, strange that they were out so late. It was so dark already, what could they possibly be doing out here, in the rain of all places?

Their heterochromatic eyes gazed up at the sky too. Their face solemn and distracted, the rain pouring down over their head and back, their light blue—almost white, wavy hair dampened and forming beautiful coils.

They were so pretty, looking like an angel under the moonlight.. Were your spidey senses tingling right now? You just felt like you should approach them.

“Excuse me.” You interrupted softly, holding out your umbrella over their head, stopping the rain from dampening them even more.

“..What?” Oh, they had a deep voice.. you were caught off guard, they had very feminine traits and flowing long hair, so you just kind of assumed..

“Here.” You handed him your umbrella, which he accepted hesitantly, his hand shaking as he held the handle of the umbrella.

His eyes snapped towards your face, looking deeply into your eyes, looking for a sign of deceit or malice, but only finding kindness and genuine empathy.

His cheeks flushed a little, his ears turning red as he admired your features… how would it feel like if he ran his tongue along your cheek?—What. What was he thinking?!

His fingers slightly grazed your own, sending shivers down his vertebrae and sending his heart into overdrive. 

Snatching the umbrella, holding it close to his chest as he stepped back a little.

“You know, I hope this doesn’t sound creepy but, you’re stunning— You should try modeling! Who knows, maybe one day I’ll photograph you.” 

You joked lightly, putting your hands above your head to shield yourself from the water.

His free hand shakily lifted to cover the bottom portion of his mouth, pupils blown wide as he stumbled back a little. 

..That was the cutest interaction he had ever had up to this point in his entire life. That bashful smile— The twinkle in your (e/c) eyes— everything about you had him in a trance!

“G-Get lost!” He yelled, tightening his hold around the umbrella and running away, his heart beating in his ears, heart swelling and feeling the wings of a swarm of butterflies nicking his guts.

You were left standing under the rain, rethinking your wording and kicking yourself in the stomach  internally for scaring off a potential client.

And… that was the last time you saw him, or so you thought.

Oblivious to you, he just ran off because his heart was in over drive and might have exploded from a cuteness attack.

He glanced down at your umbrella, his eyes zeroing in on the small writing on the handle, ‘Y/n L/n’? That was the name of the cute idiot he met?

Looking up the name all results showed up, your face everywhere! He shakily touched your “face”,  staring into your eyes for an alarming amount of time.

A famous photographer, huh?.. He thought about what you said.. A model? Him? Well, wouldn’t hurt to try.

3 years later…──★ ˙📷 ̟ !!

You had been hired, a big shot model was coming to your studio to get some magazine pictures done.

You opened the models portfolio, checking out some news about him too, he had gone viral lately. 

“Son of the moon’? Huh, interesting.” You mumbled, taking in the model’s proportions, his face rung a bell in your brain. But as hard as you tried to get your synapses to connect, you just couldn’t form a coherent memory..

‘Mikhail White’ …

You chalked it up to seeing him in magazines or social media.

Putting the portfolio aside, your feet pushed you off the ground , walking over to your setup and making minor tweaks to your studio while you waited leisurely

“(Y/n), they’re here.” The voice of your assistant interrupted your movement, nodding your head you put your hands over your professional camera and looped it over your neck.

You stepped back, letting the makeup artist enter with their big box of makeup supplies, then came in the manager of the model, eyes sharp and analytical as she clasped her clipboard in her arm.

And finally, the model entered. The star of the show, Mikhail, A pretty average sized person, for a model, that is. He stopped in front of you, staring you down with those uniquely colored eyes.

You got that feeling again, was it Deja vu, perhaps? Their eyes hit a chord in you, yeah. You had seen them before.. Just where?

“Welcome, thank you for hiring me.” You smiled warmly, turning your gaze to the manager, extending your hand out for a friendly handshake.

The woman scoffed softly, shaking her head “No thank you, I don’t do handshakes.” The tall woman gently replied, although it sounded more like a mother scolding her child.

“O…Okay.” You laughed nervously, letting your hand begin to drop to your side.

“Thank you for having me here, (Y/n).” The model suddenly spoke, gently taking your hand and shaking it before it could totally fall.

“Oh, um. Yeah, for sure!” Taken off guard you reciprocated the hand shake before letting go, his hand not letting go completely.

You pulled your hand free with a soft tug, turning to sit down on your chair as you wait for the makeup artist to doll up the male.

You stared at him from a distance, you felt like he had curly hair, but instead were met with silky, straight hair running down his back.

Mikhail was shaking, his hands quivering on his lap as he looked through the mirror on the vanity. He stared at your form through the reflective surface, watching how you scrolled through your phone or opened the portfolio with his pictures.

Did you think he was attractive? Did you like his hair? He decided to try something new for you, he hoped it caught your eye…

He gently bit down on his bottom lip, looking down to let the artist work on his eyeshadow, he wanted to physically recoil from the person’s hands, wishing it was yours instead.

He had worked up to this point for three whole years, all just to be photographed by you, one of the best photographers in the whole industry.

Ever since that night, under the pouring rain, he couldn’t wipe you off his brain, you were like a drug,the image of you gnawing at his sanity. It hurt so good though, so good he couldn’t stop and soon found himself addicted.

You indirectly changed his life, he went from being a pathetic nobody to one of the most popular and influential models of his time, and honestly.. It was all thanks to you, even if you don’t remember him.

Mikhail dressed in a lacy attire, showing off part of his stomach and most of his thighs, his hair decorated with small silver clips and silk bows, beautiful diamond earrings hanging off his ear lobes.

His face sparkled with glitter, long white eyelashes fluttering, his visage was that of perfection. Comparable to an arctic fox nestled in silks and diamonds, you could see why the media called him the ‘son of the moon’ more clearly now.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” You complimented, leading him to the middle of the shot, he looked up at you, not saying anything, however the flush of his ears said different.

Now, if you remembered correctly, the theme was ‘wedding after-party’ although you didn’t know it was going to be this suggestive..? You did agree to it so no backing out anymore, you suppose.

You had something in your mind already so you just ran with it, the manager agreed with your idea too, you expected her to spit in your face and tell you no in all honestly..

He gazed at the camera with a sultry gaze, imagining it was you he was looking at, he did as you asked, allowing you to brush some of his hair or to position his soft strands as you wished.

He peered up at you through his eyelashes, looking almost desperate, leaning into your touch subconsciously. This had been a fantasy of his for a long time, a real wet dream for him.

In fact, he had pressed for the theme to be more suggestive, wanting you to see him in a more intimate scenario.

In the last shots of the session, everyone came to an agreement to put some false cake frosting pieces over Mikhail, leaning more into the wedding cake aspect.

You dipped your hand in the substance, grabbing some in your hands and leaning down to smudge some over his face, dropping some here and there strategically.

You took your camera back in your hands, positioning it perfectly for it to capture the scene’s beauty and allure.

The ice blue haired man bent and arched his body any and all ways you desired, placing his hands on his lap as he took some of the frosting on his finger and brought it up to his mouth, licking it, sending you the most loving and passionate gaze he could muster. 

Wordlessly hinting with just his sharp eyes how much he wanted something other than a few pictures, something that was spelled with four letters, D-A-T-E.

That..wasn’t scripted, but you just went with it and snapped a few pictures. You leaned back in your chair, stretching out the knots in your back and listening to the pops in your spine.

That was the last of the shots, all you need to do now was transfer the pictures to his manager and get a sweet sweet wad of cash back.

You smiled at the thought, sighing pleasantly.

You bid the trio of workers goodbye, although the rosy cheeked model stayed back, approaching you and putting a small piece of paper in your hand shyly.

Right before you were about to say something he shut you up by pecking your cheek gently.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, his voice soft and heartfelt, it was more…intimate, more meaningful than a simple ‘thanks for taking my pic’, he made it sound like you had just swooped in like Superman and saved his life.

He clasped his hand over yours, making sure you kept the paper in your hand as he began leaving hastily, not lingering for a moment more or less.

‘Go out on a date with me..? XXX-XXX-XXXX ♡’

Well shit. Things just got a whole lot interesting.

[bitterbutblue]

Hi hi!! I was thinking for your writing requests maybe a platonic!reader comforting misha from hsr?? I love misha but I can't find much writing with him ;w;

Rest of it is really up to you, I just wanted to see some misha content lmao

coming to terms with slumber ☆ misha x platonic!reader

~ thank u for this submission!! ur the first person so u have a special place in my heart now <33 ~

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⤷ The concept of slumber never really came to him much, at least he never really thought about it too much. Misha never thought it would concern him, so he never thought about it. He never questioned, he never liked to. Clockie was never one to indulge in these thoughts, at least not around him. And he was passive until he found the memory bubble.

⤷ Misha is a timid boy, the mind of a twelve year old. He's a child, one who should be protected by the world and all of its love if possible yet truth is, he's only a fragment of a child.

⤷ When it first hits him, he's numb.

⤷ He first goes about his day but you can tell something's off. His laughter seems just a tad bit more forced, he moves a bit more stiffly and he doesn't have that same lightness to his voice.

⤷ You approach him, slowly, like you would if you were approaching an injured stray.

⤷ He doesn't say anything at first, he just tries to play it off but the more he plays it off the worst it gets. It's like Prince Rupert's drop- he won't break unless it's the exact person he trusts, the exact person he's looking for.

⤷ Like that, it falls. When his crystal eyes met yours, he dropped to the ground. He heaves, he sobs, cries, screams until his voice is raw and gone and all that fills the empty halls of the Reverie Hotel because really the world he lives is just you and him.

⤷ He doesn't remember any of that- the adventures, the pain and the losses and when it hits him it hits him hard.

⤷ You drop to your knees, pulling him to your chest because what else could you do? He's dead and he's just realising it. He's a kid who just realised he could never grow up.

⤷ You hold him tight, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he trembles like a bomb ready to blow and all you can do is sit and wait for it to either diffuse or blow

"It's okay, Misha, it's gonna be okay."

But how do you even comfort a kid who will never get to grow up? Who has to turn to eternal slumber sooner or later before he can even come to terms with the full idea of eternal slumber.

"Don't worry."

But how can you not worry? You have to watch this boy fade into what is only an idea, perhaps a fragment in your mind. Knowing that how you hold him and comfort him is only simply a piece of what is him, knowing that you've never even held or comforted the real Misha.

"Don't let go."

He's tired now, exhausted from crying so hard he feels like he's going to throw up. He lays in your arms, breathing uneven but more calm now. You can only listen to his words and take them in, knowing what you say back cannot impact anything because his future was already determined. His future was the past.

"I won't."

[desired-fantasy-writings]

hello! hey!

I was thinking if you could maybe write some headcanons or maybe some comforting/tender imagines for the defence mercs with an s/o with low self esteem? the choice is yours really, I don't mind either way

Defense Mercs with an S/O that has low self esteem

A/N: I love these silly goobers sm I absolutely loved working on this. The past couple months for me have been tough so this was just as comforting to me as I hope it shall be for you, my dear readers. <3

Also all nicknames used are exclusively meant to be gender neutral!

Requested by: Anon Warnings: Tiny bit of angst, self doubt. Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Comfort Word Count: 677

Tavish (Demoman) 

The most he’ll do to cheer up his S/O is by making them laugh, giving them love - doing his drunk shenanigans or whatever else to see them smiling again.

Is not sure how to be the greatest support for them, but he’ll try until something works! When it comes to his partner, he never wants to give up.

If his S/O’s into board games (or poker) related he's pulling the whole collection out. 

Gets into super deep, non-stop drunk ramblings about how wonderful his S/O is when they bring up how they've been feeling about themselves lately. Will go far and beyond to prove all their doubts wrong. 

“Duckie, what you are… no I- You're so… Don’t say that… rubbish… ever again. You hear me? You're so beautiful. I wish you could see what I see in ya.” Tavish drunkenly mumbles against his S/O’s lips, giving them sloppy loving kisses all over. 

The man's not a poet or much of a romantic gentleman, but god damn nothing will stop him from expressing his love for his S/O… even if it's not in the most pleasant way.

Misha (Heavy)

Misha is a special kind of man who knows how to use his strengths - in this case physically and mentally. Will hold his S/O close if they desire that type of physical comfort from him. If his S/O would rather talk about it instead he's a very good listener and emotionally more mature than most men. Thank his mother and sisters for that. Will not speak unless his S/O is done talking about whatever's going on.

As emotionally mature as he is and intelligent - he often has trouble figuring out the right words to say at the moment.

When his S/O explains further about how they feel about themselves, Misha scoffs, a displeased rumble coming from his chest.

“Vhat?-” Misha says, surprised. Nothing about what his S/O said was true. He shakes his head, obviously disapproving, bringing his S/O close to him “-Heavy thinks vhat you say is nonsense, my милый. You're vonderful! Don’t say such awful things about self.”

Dell (Engineer)

Dell's used to this sort of thing being the person that most of the team go to for advice. When it comes to his S/O it hurts him seeing them so down and talking so lowly about themselves. What they're simply saying is SO untrue. 

In this situation he’ll take both him and his S/O out to the camping spot near the base, just the two of you. He finds being stuck inside when feeling like that isn't good for his S/O and will make them go outside no matter how much they protest. 

Simple peace and quiet, getting away from their colleagues for the night is his way of relaxing and getting out of his head. He wants to share that with his S/O, too. 

Dell of course brings his guitar with him, playing sweet ol’ songs just for his S/O. Dell hasn’t forgotten about bringing his S/O their favourite snacks and blankets as they cuddle by the fire all night. Dell’s such a sweetie pie and would do anything to get his S/O out of the negative headspace.

“Darlin’, the nonsense you’re simply spewing is untrue. You’re an incredible individual that's been such an asset for this team.” Dell mumbles into his S/O’s hair, the scent of them further relaxing him. He snuggles into them closer, nuzzling his nose into their hair - leaving a kiss.

“Look… me and the fellas don’t say it enough, but you really are somethin’ special. We wouldn’t have won as many matches as we have without you-" Dell pulls away for a moment, grabbing his S/O’s face gently to look up at him, he smiles warmly staring into their eyes so full of love “-And… you simply have captured my heart like no one has darlin’. Remember that. I love you for you and always sweet pea.”

[banksyhall]

Cuddling Headcanons

Ilia Malinin

You face each other with your face in Ilia's chest, and his arms wrapped around you. One arm curls around your waist, and the other holds the back of your head to keep it against him.

Mikhail Shaidorov

Every night, Misha collapses onto your chest and cages you against the mattress. Your hands play with his hair, which helps put him to sleep and has now caused him to find it hard to sleep without you.

Yuma Kagiyama

His chest is against your back. He wraps his arms around your neck or collarbone and wraps his legs around your hips so he is a human backpack.

Alexandra Ignatova

You lay next to her with her on her back and you on your stomach. You wrap one arm and one leg over her, and her arm that is closest to you goes under your head. She plays with your hair or scratches the back of your neck to help you sleep.

Makar Ignatov

He is the big spoon in the relationship. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head into your back. Because he sleeps in in the morning, you won't be able to move until he wakes up as his arms tighten around you to keep you next to him.

Kaori Sakamoto

You act as the big spoon and wrap one arm loosely around her waist because you both move too much in your sleep to properly hold on to each other.

[mikyapixie]

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚚 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗!!! 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜!!! 😁😁😁

𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎!!!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 & 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎!!!

[thequietkid-moonie]

A bet for a date

[ SCENARIO ] [ Mikhail ]

[ Xenoblade Chronicles 2 ]

Hehe I love Mikhail, he is so silly and cute and won my heart and I may or may not being crying because i love him so much 🥺

he is my little mew mew

Ever since you have joined Malhos and the others Mikhail has acted the same, he has always being flirty and playful but he actually becomes more annoying as the more time it pass, between all of you there is an unspoken care and loyalty with each other but Mikhail has always left clear that his feeling for you aren't that simple

Mikhail has no shame with showing how much he likes you, he is constantly flirting with you and trying to get your attention, even being a little amused whenever you seem annoyed by his attitude, he may be a bit too much at times since he doesn't really give up no matter how much times you rejected him, it may even end up making you believe that he is actually just trying I mess with you instead of actually courting you, what couldn't be far from the truth

Mikhail feelings are actually sincere, after getting to know you he have truly fallen in love with you and he doesn't want to give up that easily, thats why he keeps insisting so much. He loves with a lot of care and sincerity, deep down his feelings are pure and quite romantic, he is just happy to have you in his life but he wishes to be corresponded, thats why he insist so much

The moment he decided to propuse a bet with you he was taking a high risk, but it would be worthy if that means you will finally give a chance. You two were out making a simple mision Malhos asked you two to do, it was just having to take care of a nuisance but since it was so simply Mikhail decided to take this oportunity

The bet was simple, he said that he could finish his part of the work before you and would do even a better job, he was messing with you but this was too much, you were already in the edge because of his flirting so it ended up rather easy to provoke you and taking advantage of this and finally making the bet, if you win he will finally leave you alone and won't bother you again, but if he wins you will finally accept having a date with him

It was more for the posibility to finally be free of his constant flirting and teasing why you accepted, it was an easy job so it wouldn't be too dificult to win this bet, right?

Wrong! Now that you have accepted this deal and the opportunity of finally having a date with you was so close Mikhail wouldn't just let himself be defeated that easily, he will give his best to win this bet, he will use all his strength if needed but even if that isn't enough then he will find a way to cheat to make sure he wins this bet, it may not be honorable to win by cheating but now that he is so close to finally have an actual oportunity he will not lose it, even so he have promised to himself that after winning and taking you on a date he will make it up by showing you what a gentleman he can truly be for you

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with mikhail & akhos

pairing: akhos x gn!reader x mikhail

tags: teammates to rivals, flirty!mikhail, mikhail teasing akhos about his crush, implied torna member!reader

mikhail certainly had his eyes on you first! after all, he has his eyes on everyone at some point! he's just a flirt, he can't help himself!

though when akhos starts to take an interest in you, he believes his own feelings to be far more genuine than mikhails! after all, he rarely falls in love – unlike mikhail, who falls in Iove five times a day!

akhos doesn't want to tell anyone about his feelings for you, but out of everyone in torna, it just had to be mikhail who figured out akhos has a crush on you!

mikhail certainly teases akhos a lot about his feelings for you! and it always manages to get akhos angry, leading to the two boys bickering, with mikhail finding the whole thing quite entertaining!

and on top of all that bickering, akhos also has to watch mikhail flirt with you almost every day! he thinks mikhail is a shameless flirt, but he can't help but wish he had the confidence mikhail has, trying again and again, even when he gets turned down by you

it's not until mikhail starts to slowly reveal that he's serious about his feelings for you, that akhos realizes that he's a real competition!

mikhail doesn't just have the confidence to flirt with you whenever he pleases, but unlike akhos, he's also confident enough to get serious with you and confess his feelings for you!

and as soon as akhos realizes that, he knows he has to make a move first! he believes he only stands a chance against mikhail, if he confesses to you first!

[kelcemenow]

Skipped A Beat - Chapter 1.

Pairing Dr Mike x Reader

Words 1104

Warnings Nothing scary, just some slightly anxious feelings.

CHAPTER 1

“Honestly, he’s really cute. And smart!” Katie emphasises as she shouts through to your bedroom from her own as you lazily apply some make-up to your tired and stressed skin.

You roll your newly lined eyes, “It sounds to me like you're trying too hard to convince me!”

“Okay, maybe...but I’m just excited for this! He’s had a crush on you for ages!” She appears in your doorway, leaning on the doorframe as you stand up to retrieve an outfit from your wardrobe.

“Relax Katie, I’m not promising anything. I only said yes to get you off my back.” You say with a smile as you run your fingers over the fabric, pausing on a black lace skirt, “I still don’t think I’m ready yet.”

Katie slowly walks across your wooden floorboards, “Y/N. You need to move on. And the only way to do that is-”.

“Is to start dating again...I know, I know.” You interrupt as you hold the skirt against your waist, “Just, don’t pressure me too much today, okay? I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.”

“What? Because you finally got your dream job that you’ve trained years and years for? Oh yeah, sounds awful.” Katie scoffs.

“And I start tomorrow! It’s scary, okay! New job, new colleagues and new hospital to get lost in!” You pick up a yellow cushion from your bed and throw it at Katie, “Now get out or I’ll be late!”

Katie easily catches the cushion with one hand and laughs, “Good one, throw something to the professional goalkeeper!” Her voice trails off as she disappears around the corner and into her own room.

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You stared at your glass as a cube of ice floats across the surface of your cocktail. Tapping it with your straw, the cube bounces off the side of the glass and back across.

“Forgive me if I’m jumping to conclusions...”, a voice interrupts your thoughts, “But I’m getting the feeling that you’re not really here.”

Your head snaps up to make eye contact with the curious face in front of you, “What? Oh sorry! No, sorry, I’m just...”

“Distracted?”

You exhale quickly, “Distracted.” You nod and look back to your drink.

He’s cute, sure. And you’re fairly certain that he’s smart. The handful of words that you’ve occasionally paid attention to certainly seemed to be well spoken and grammatically correct. But he was right, you weren’t really there.

You swallowed hard, “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the minute. It’s nothing to do with you, really.”

He grins and raises an eyebrow, “Well this sounds like a line.”

You both laugh.

“No, no! Look...” Your eyes widened slowly as you searched for the correct name.

“John?”

You let your head fall into your hands. “I’m really not doing well here, am I?”

“Hey, don’t worry about it! I can tell you’re not feeling it really.”

Your wavy hair shakes as your head moves from side to side, “It’s just...I’m starting a new job tomorrow that I’m really nervous for. I know I'm completely qualified but it's scary, you know? I'm not the best with change. Plus, I guess I’m a little bit unsure about dating my roommates coach and to top it all off, I’ve just come out of a fairly serious relationship that I guess if I'm being completely honest, I’m not quite over it yet.”

“Ooof.” John sits back in his seat, “That is a lot to be dealing with.”

There’s a short pause as you assess his reaction.

“Forgive me if I'm prying, but how long ago did the relationship end?”

“About 2 years ago.”

John’s eyes narrow as he searches for your gaze, “He must have been pretty amazing for you to be still hung up on him?”

You lift your eyes up and press your lips together.

“Well, when you’re ready to let someone better into your life, you know where I am.” John stands up from the table and leans down, kissing your cheek before disappearing out of the bar.

You feel stuck to your seat as you try to let your head clear. Closing your eyes, you breathe a sigh of guilt and equal relief with the idea that you can finally go home and sleep.

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Closing your bedroom door, Katie tries to squeeze any information out of you about the night that she can.

“You can ignore me all you want but he’ll just tell me tomorrow at practice anyway!”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You giggle nervously as you slump onto your bed.

“Fair enough...suit yourself...be like that then...”

You let Katie’s voice fade away out of your mind as you stare up at the ceiling. Your eyes grow heavier until the sound of your phone snaps you out of your daze.

‘Hey. Tonight was weird. But I like you and I meant what I said. Just let me know. John x’

The corners of your mouth rise slightly into a vague smile and you let your arm drop next to you as your eyes slowly close and you drift into a deep sleep.

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Downing the last sips of coffee, you look up at the building in front of you. Your first day as an Occupational Therapist for a medical trust. You’d be responsible for patients in three hospitals, but you would be based at the bigger of the three. Which was currently staring you in the face, cowering over you and pushing your nerves to the forefront of your mind.

Clearing your throat and throwing your empty cup into a bin next to you, you tightly grasped the handle of your laptop case and started up the small stone staircase leading to the doorway.

As the glass doors slide open, you stop dead in your tracks.

There he is.

Blue scrubs, dark hair, rounded glasses and strong, large hands carrying a clipboard. He’s stood over a counter, reading something and talking to another doctor.

Your eyes fixate on him as the corners of his mouth curve up as he speaks, his face full of expression.

You can hear your heart beating in your ears, your feet glued rigid to the spot in the hospital doorway. Your head becomes fuzzy and your eyes begin to blur. Swallowing hard, you use all of your energy to turn around on the spot in a quick attempt to hide yourself from him. Suddenly unaware of where to go in such an unfamiliar location, you start to walk straight forward and back out of the building.

“Y/N?”

You stop. Licking your lips quickly, you turn around, smiling weakly.

“Mike.”

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This the first part of a new series for Dr Mike. I've never tried to deal with fics for multiple fandoms before but I feel really strongly that there isn't enough fanfiction out there for Dr Mike! I hope people enjoy it!

I'll be starting a new Taglist for Mike so if you want to be on it, just drop me a message!

[fyxestroll]

Echoes

Mikhail Legwork/OC; masterlist All that is left of them are likely just distant echoes.

aka loonsie tries and fails to reach 1k words. 900 something word barf because im going through it rn. possible tw for derealisation

The planet no longer hosted felons but from experience Inka knew that criminals were the least of her worries in Asdana. Something about Penacony felt wrong, from the moment she stepped off the express she knew by the hollow sinking feeling weighed down on her stomach. She tried to stave it off as nervousness, with the mention of former crewmates and her sensitivity to memoria it wasn’t unrealistic so she shook it off like any Trailblazer.

In hindsight, she shouldn’t have. Maybe, then she wouldn’t have puked in her dreampool and she wouldn’t have to go through a room service call of shame.

As the staff cleaned up the mess she wandered the hotel, walking down the endless halls and taking note of the varied species and factions the guests belonged to. She spotted some Intellitrons, a Xianzhou native, the usual overworked and dead inside IPC employee and some blue-haired weirdo. They pay her no mind, too caught up in being the land of festivities. It makes her stomach sink further. So many factions were invited by the Family and for what exactly? What would they gain from it? Why did those factions agree? Is this invite simply that or is it another powerplay between factions?

She stops in her tracks. The floor is cold through her thin-soled shoes.

Does it have something to do with their invitation? What did it have to do with the Watchmaker’s legacy? Do those three have anything to do with this? 

The hallway seems longer, the air colder. The questions pound at her head begging to be answered. She walks on.

Inka hears a whale call and stops.

She looks around. The hall remains the same, with no whale in sight. It’s nothing, she tells herself. 

Are you sure?

I am.

She finds the elevator. It’s old, like several Amber Eras old. She gets on it, pressing a random button up. The elevator creeks as it ascends, lagging slightly from time to time. It’s quite small, thank the Trailblaze no one else is using it. 

Absentmindedly, she traces the buttons. It’s barely used and the numbers are in Interastral Standard but the numbers with 4 in them are missing.

Why? Isn’t that a Xianzhou superstition?

She rubs her eyes. The buttons have the number 4 in them.

Was she mistaken?

Maybe. The memoria here is— The elevator halts.

She checks the floor number. ███. That isn’t the floor she pressed on. She presses the close button again and again and again. It doesn’t work. Is it broken? Surely, not. The Family prides themselves in the Reverie’s top-notch service and facilities.

Slowly, the elevator door opens. Inka decides to get off one she’s reigned in her surprise. The air is cold and the hallway is long. It looks the same as all the other hallways in the hotel. Is she lost?

She is– “█̵̨̬̞̺̯̦̱̰̬͔̥̦̬͎͔̑̊͊͘█̶̮̭̺̽͌͑́̓̍̒̔͒̍̚█̴̨̺̳̤̏̈́̆█̷̡̛͖̲͖̺̹̼̗͍̗̺̰̈́͐̈́͐█̵͕̜̫͉̺̲̔̓̿̀̐̔͊́̿́̐̏͘͘ ̴̛͉̥͕̱̪̘̗̫̲̗̜́̈́̓̀͌̾̀̎͑͛̚ḋ̷̨̛̫̤̹̺͑̿̎̀̆̑̐͂̈́ǒ̴̢̫͓̟̩̭̺̜̬̿̐̀̈́̓̂̓͊͛̋̋̽͜ņ̵̨̟͙̱̗̳͒͂̉̊̍̈́̐̊͋̌̈̀'̵̛͍̥͙͖̺̰͕̖̞̫̹͆͐̂̒̈́̀̔̈́̑̊̿̕t̴̨͇̗̟͉̜͍͎͎̹̭̲̓̄͝ͅ ̶̨̞̥̈́̔̈́͠f̸̗͒̽̔͗́̄͋̇͑́̈́̂͠͝a̸̡̨̹͍͖̼̟̝̞̟̺̬͎̯̾̈́̆̌̈́̽̃̏̀͘͝l̷̡̖̦̞̽͆̽̈́̌̀̔̓̓̓͌̓̆͝͝ḽ̸̄̈́ ̸̨̪̳̯̥̮̹́͜b̴̨̨͎̱̲̳̙͎̪̹̺͚͒͐̈̕͜ͅͅể̴̗̘̟̪͖̥͕̬̣͖̻̟͍̹̊͋̓̃͝h̵͖̟̰͖͇̠̭͎̟͉̩̘͍̹͊̆͐͜i̵̧̡̛̱̲̣̦͖̬̟͔̤͊̒̊̒̾͋̋̀̑̀̇̇ñ̸̠͛́̎̈̉d̵̛͇͓̯̘̲̜̫͑̌͑͝͠.̵̢̩̗̟̏̄̈́̏̀̎̃̅̃̇̄̕̚͠”

“███████?”

Her mouth and legs move on their own, walking down the cold hallway and calling out blurry names. The prison—prison?—is vast and she’s lost sight of her companions. Tiernan’s—Tiernan?—probably on his way to drag her back before she could stray off any further.

███ ████ ████ ██ ████ ██ ████ ██████████ ███ ██████

██████████ ██ ████ ██ ██ ████?

The voices are coming from a room, the door is slightly ajar, allowing for bits and pieces of conversation to escape. She spots two familiar figures in the room one short with mousy brown hair and the other a tall gentleman. Without thinking Inka swings the door open. “Razalina! Mik–”

They’re gone.

A whale call rings in her ears.

“–hail…?”.

 The entire room is gone. A gaping black hole of memoria stands in place of the room. It pulls at her, threatening to swallow her up too. Digging her heels in she attempts to resist. She succeeds momentarily, regaining her balance until–

A force pushes her downwards. 

She shrieks and–

She lands on the cold marble floor.

What?

Confused, she looks around her. She’s in the hotel lobby, lying sideways on the floor. People are looking at her, taking note of the cause of the sudden noise. The music box—the Family’s lies in front of her, thankfully unharmed.

She stares at the invitation. Didn’t Himeko take it with her? Did Inka misremember? 

But she doesn’t remember getting injured…That’s…strange–“Miss?” 

A hand reaches out to help her. 

She takes it.

“I’m fine,” she says, standing up quickly and straightening out her dress, “I was just lost in thought.” 

“I see,” The young boy, no older than fifteen smiles at her, “Please be careful next time.” Judging from his uniform he’s a bellboy of some sort. Does The Family allow child labor? She’s pretty sure that’s illegal under interastral law.

“Don’t worry I will…” she trails off waiting for his name.

“M-Misha.” He stutters out.

“Misha…” she repeats, picking up the music box. He’s stealing excited glances at her Crew ticket. “That’s…” That gaze is too familiar to be simple curiosity. “Never mind. Is my room cleaned up?”

“It is,” He nods, “The staff have been looking for you. They think you’ve gotten lost somewhere.”

“I did.” She confirms, “But I found my way back here–” I’m not sure how. 

“Would you like me to escort you back to your room?” Cheerful purple eyes look to Inka,  waiting.

The archivist’s eyes flicker from the music box in your hand and to the young boy. Pom-pom’s request comes to mind. “Sure.”

She wanted the opposite but fate had given her little choice in carrying out the conductor’s request, it seems. A clue—a descendant?—has already found her just as Mikhail once had. It’s likely her former companions are long gone and whatever she’ll find of them are just distant echoes like this boy.

The very idea leaves her insides hollow.

notes: yall should i drop inka's lore???? yay or nay?

n e ways thanks for reading <33 please please let me know what you think <33

[upliftingpinky]

This wasn’t requested but I wanna start a series and this will be the first.

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1. (Ilia Malinin) Proposing:

* He had been thinking about it for some time and had talked with his parents about it and had came to the conclusion that he was ready and hoping you where too.

* He had taken your favorite ring which he knew fit your ring finger and amber (just for some to help him not do something dumb or get nervous abd back down going home again) and goes to a jewelry shop to buy you a ring.

* He had a hard time figuring out when to pop the question. He had thought about doing it at a gala but he thought that felt too public. Instead he decided to do it with just you and some friends.

* He planned on inviting you and some of your friends on a trip. (He ofc planned it with the friends). All of you went to a restaurant before which also meant there was a good reason why you all where dressed up. You go on a walk and you to goes a bit longer infront of them.

* You stop where at a beach where there’s a beautiful sunset. Your watching the sunset as he unbeknownst to you gets down on one knee behind you. Your friends and family was longer behind watching you two.

* Dude was nervous. More than he have been before skating. His hands where shaking.

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-your Danish daydreamer