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Nightwatch is about to have the worst level of beef with both FG and Norton after this nymph awards thing /j /silly

It's gonna be a hard pill to swallow. For different reasons...

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A classic

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Visiting an old friend :)

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Boothill backstory spoilers, so if you dont wanna be spoiled scroll on

This is mostly comfort/fluff mabye tiny angst due to his backstory

Yes, it will include some relationship bits cause of course

Boothill, where his daughter survives, which, yes, i understand, would probably mean he doesn't become 'boothill', but let's pretend he does for the sake of the story. Also im goin with the name cherry for her cause i think its pretty cute

These kinda imply that it's been a few years between boothills' story and penacony

Mabye he was able to save her, and in the process, his body got damaged bad enough that he had to replace it. In this situation, it would be more so because he was hurt so badly he nearly died but didn't wanna leave his daughter.

He'd likely want to keep her as safe as possible but still ended up becoming a space ranger anyway due to sharing the ideologies, but for the first few years of her life, he likely ether stays out of trouble as much as possible or has a safe house for her when he absolutely can not take her with him. On the missions where he does carry her along when she's fairly young, he's just got her attached to a baby sling on his chest. Though i dont see that being extremely common, he doesn't want to risk even a 0.0000000001% chance of her getting hurt

Imagine being intimidated by this cyborg man with a baby sling....anyway

Once she gets older, she's more steady with her walking, she's talking in full sentences, and finally, tall enough to reach his hip, hed likely start teaching her to use a gun.

It's a very serious moment due to how important he thinks it is for her to be able to defend herself when he can't be around. Hed likely has a target set up as he knelt behind her, helping her hold it and aim.

'Keep your breathing steady, don't close both eyes it puts your aim off, keep your elbows loose, respect the gun but don't fear it'

He knows he's going to have to get to work getting his revenge for the rest of his family, so he can't keep coddling her so teaching her to use a gun, or disarm someone and fight hand to hand becomes his top priority. That's not to say he over works her or forces her when she's tired, that's still his little girl, so when she's tired from training he makes sure she gets plenty of rest.

As much as being prepared is important, being well rested and happy is too.

On to more domestic and sweet ones, i donno if he'd have his own ship or just have some safe house on some random planet, but either way coming home to seeing his little girl happy healthy and alive is probably his favorite part of the day, the big bad gunslinger persona immediately melts away and he goes straight into silly annoying dad mode.

This means he has a million dad jokes to make poor cherrys eyes roll out of her head. Though I'd imagine she'd end up just like him, funny phrases, stupid jokes, and a bit of an attitude.

Once she's plenty old enough, say around 16 or so, and wants to go out on more dangerous missions with her dad, i think she would follow the path of abundance. Shed likely wants to protect others like her dad does, plus it's pretty helpful when your father is a cowboy who runs around getting into trouble. It does help put boothill at ease as well, seeing as she can heal herself if she gets hurt....as if he'd ever let that happen.

I'd think that for a while, he's more focused on his daughter rather than finding a partner, however were he to meet you at some point when cherry was fairly young one thing that would likely make him interested is you acting kindly towards her and cooing over her. Showing positive interest in his daughter is a pretty good way to get on his good side. Doesn't quite mean he'll trust you just yet. it just means you're on good terms with him.

I feel like he'd have to trust you pretty well before he lets you watch his daughter. She is his pride and joy, and his one most important person in his life. he almost lost her, and he won't risk someone trying to take her from him again.

However, once cherry is older and can, for the most part, care for herself without her papa watching over her, then hed show more interest. If you were there sense she was young and helped him care for her, he likely already started liking you early on but just didn't make a mood due to focusing on her. Due to you being closer to her in this situation, i can imagine her calling you her mom/dad/parent, too. Extra brownie points!

I imagine cherry being, like i said, like her dad. A bit goofy at times with weird phrases and a slight attitude, and growing up with his censor shed likely copy that too, yelling out "fudge!" When she stubs her toe. I can see her having an interest towards guns sense it was something her papa introduced her to it but also music. Hed likely have taught her guitar by this point so shed probably make up her own little songs and sing them to him (and you once you join the little family) and no matter if their bad or good hes always just happy to hear her sing with the biggest smile on his face, and you best be too.

Oh, and of course, shed get her own cowboy hat, but choose to keep stealing his anyway.

Overall, if she had survived, i imagine him being mostly the same, just with a little girl following him around.

If you liked the fic, feel free to give me requests around this au. I just need this motherfudger to be happy, please.

Edit: @legalize-arson gave me the name idea. I do not like not crediting

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"I am the heir of ash and fire"

Mirael

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Have a quick doodle of my pookie wookie bear

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Hiii can i please request a yandere elder farie where reader escapes and she gets far but not far enough from the farie kingdom and she’s try’s to make it out of the farie forest.

I swear I almost say butterfly kingdom every time 😭 please and thank you

AN: Alright, bet. Btw time is set to before beast yeast arc but after white lily leaves for the banquet

Yan! Elder Faerie x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, slight guilt tripping

-Snared Lily-

At last, you have finally attained freedom.

Leaves ruslte as you tussle through the forest. It's dark aside from the feint light of the moon. For the first time in a long time, all is silent. There are no birds calling, and there is no wind. The only thing you can hear are your own steps, echoing emptily through the dark forest.

He, who you dare not name, is nowhere to be seen.

After such a long time of being stuck in a cage, you may now flourish among the rest.

"Ah, there you are my little fae," said a voice from behind you.

You began to run just a bit faster, feeling your freedom the closest it's ever been since he began isolating you.

Today may finally be joyous.

You froze, feeling your heart beat just a bit faster.

"You worried me so much when you just disappeared like that! I looked everywhere for you, dearest." He grabbed your wrist and spun you around so you were facing him.

Elder Faerie's eyes were soft, just as his voice was, but you could tell he wasn't pleased. Behind those serene eyes was a glint of silent fury.

Instinctively, you pulled away from him. Your foot landed onto the ground behind you, the leaves rustling with the abrupt landing.

"Why do you run, little fae, when all I do is to protect you?" His hands geaped around yours and he pulled you close to him.

So, is this it? You're just going to go back with him and leave behind your freedom?

"No no no no no! Let me go!" You struggled against his grasp, yet to no avail. You fighting against him was quite pathetic and insignificant.

Elder Faerie was unmoving, and he let out a small sigh. "Come on my love, there are many dangers in the nighttime forest. Let's return to the kingdom."

"No! I'm not going back!" You shouted, still attempting to escape him.

Then, he'd look to with a peculiar look in his eyes. They seemed quiet sullen, yet there was something dark about it.

"I can't let you leave, or you may wither away, just as she once did. I simply cannot allow another one that I hold dear to me to become harmed."

He'd gaze absent mindedly to the side.

"Even if you do not understand it now, know that everything I do is to keep you safe. So please, let me protect you." He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear with gentle fingers and began to lead you back to the kingdom again.

You had almost tasted freedom. You could almost have been carried away by the wind, yet you were returning to that golden cage.

You understood it well; that if you were to leave just as she once did, it would ruin him.

He loved you very dearly, and though you hated to admit it, you also loved him deep down.

So here you were, now returning to become a snared Lily.

Nothing but a beautiful object that yearns to return to the soil.

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❀ ˎˊ- prompt: robin notices her brother's little (huge) crush on you. ❀ ˎˊ- sunday x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 829 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe ??? ooc sunday idk sunday doesnt exactly have smitten moments ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: wrote this to calm the voices because this man is rotating in my brain rent free during exam week (i wrote this before finishing the 2.2 quest please dont attack me i am just a girl) ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

They're quivering again.

The first time, Robin convinces herself that she must’ve imagined it. She brushes it off and continues her conversation with her brother - detailing all of the things she’d seen during her tour throughout the cosmos while he listens patiently, as he always has.

But then comes a second, and a third, and then a fourth time, and Robin knows that she isn’t hallucinating from a lack of sleep.

It doesn’t help that Sunday’s eyes aren’t exactly focused either. Usually, they’re soft and attentive, reflecting how eagerly he listens to her stories. But today, they’re distracted - honed in on something in the distance as if caught in a daze. And those wings of his - fluttering ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign that has Robin smiling knowingly.

“Brother?” she says softly. When that doesn’t work, she gently snaps her fingers before his face.

Instantly Sunday startles, blinking rapidly before his attention returns to Robin and he settles back into his serene state. Robin giggles at him, and Sunday merely rolls his eyes playfully in return.

“Sorry about that,” Sunday says sheepishly, coughing into his fist. “With the Charmony Festival approaching, I’m afraid my mind has been rather… preoccupied.”

Ah, yes, the Charmony Festival - a convenient excuse, Robin thinks amusedly. But for her brother’s sake, she plays along.

“You really should rest, brother,” she lightly chides him, “even if you are the Oak Family head, all this stress isn’t good for you.”

Sunday smiles warmly. “Yes, of course.”

They both know he isn’t going to listen (stubbornness runs in the family), but at least Robin can’t say she didn’t try.

Her brother’s gaze wanders again, and his wings follow suit. Robin almost sighs in exasperation at how obvious Sunday is being. Suddenly, she’s grateful that they were the only Halovians in Penacony with wings - Xipe knows the embarrassment they’d face if someone caught on.

As discreetly as possible, she sneaks a peak behind her to follow Sunday’s gaze and pinpoint the source of his distraction.

She doesn’t find much, just a few Dreamchasers talking amongst themselves - a common sight in Golden Hour. They aren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, simply eating and enjoying the sights as any normal tourist would. Just as she’s about to question Sunday, her gaze lands on you.

You weren’t doing anything special, no, but something about the way you carried yourself and talked with the people around you made you stand out, as if a ring of light had enshrouded you like a halo. There was no hostility nor malice that Robin could discern in your features, only pure joy and warmth that reminded her of a fireplace.

If she had to describe you in one word, it would be freedom.

“Who are they?” she whispers, leaning closer to Sunday so that he can hear her. Sunday flinches, heat rising to his face as he realizes he’s been caught.

“N-No one, really,” he hastens to deter her. “Just another Dreamchaser, one of the Nameless who came to Penacony on vacation.”

“Really?” Robin teases, fully facing him now. “They don’t look like ‘just another Dreamschaser’ to me.”

She’s never seen her brother so nervous. “…And what makes you say that?”

Robin daintily points to one of her wings, fighting back her laughter as the realization slowly dawns on Sunday. “You were fluttering, brother.”

Within the blink of an eye, Sunday’s skin burns bright red. He buries his face in his hand with a groan, and Robin bursts out laughing, soft giggles escaping her as Sunday’s wings, his traitors, come to shield his face from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” she finally manages out. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you like that much.”

“That’s not-” Sunday sighs in defeat, realizing that any argument was futile. Pinching his nose, he tries to salvage the situation with a deep breath. “Putting that aside, what were you saying about Asdana?”

Robin plants her hands on her hips, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Don’t try to change the subject, Sunday.”

“No, I’m sure you’ve more interesting stories -” Sunday tries to prattle on - anything to escape this conversation. Robin has half a mind to pinch his cheek until he caves, but she doesn’t have to.

In the midst of his pitiful attempts to turn the conversation topic elsewhere, Sunday’s gaze betrays him and wanders to you again - only this time, you’re looking at him first. Your eyes meet for a second, and you offer him a friendly smile and wave.

And that’s all it takes for him to melt.

Robin watches, entertained, as Sunday waves back, his wings now flapping in delight at the brief interaction. His smile is relaxed now, and his eyes are drowning in something that Robin can only describe as lovesickness.

She lets out a loud sigh, fondly shaking her head as she looks at her brother.

There’s no doubt in her heart now - he’s smitten.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

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sunday and robin as sirens for mermay...

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The Show Goes On — Berial (AFK Journey) x gn! reader

summery: you find yourself in the clutches of a jester who just wanted to have some fun. (un)fortunately for you, you seemed to have peaked his interest.

tw: uhhh Berial straight up kidnaps reader 💀 (this is not a yandere thing tho. Just crazy people shit). mentions of death/dying.

a/n: Berial simps have some food. Idk what possessed me when I wrote this but enjoy.

wc: 2.5k

Master List

The moon shone brightly over the town, casting dark shadows around every corner. Lights dimly lit up the main streets, guiding you on your way home. You had decided to cut through an alley,  something that you typically did to cut your travel short. Yet, as soon as you stepped foot into the dark alley only being lit up by the moon, you heard bells chime behind you. You paused, heart accelerating.

There were rumors of a Hypogen monster that lurked in the shadows. That if you heard bells to not look behind you or you would be doomed. How the screams of its victims were silenced before they could even let out a peep. You thought they were tales parents told to keep their kids from sneaking out at night, but at the moment it felt all too real. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to regain your composure, it was a silly rumor, but the way your hair stood on end had you stay cautious. 

You continued walking, trying to ignore the giggles that now accompanied the jingles. Your head twitched, instinct begging you to just take a peak at what was making noise, but you forced your head to stay forward. Your pace grew faster, as the end of the alley came into view. Every fiber in your bones told you you’d be safer in the light (silly humans always thought that). 

Just as you were about to step foot out of the alley, relief briefly flowed through you, only for that hope to be snatched just as quickly. Dark glove clad hands tugged you back by your shoulders, that giggling voice now right next to your ear. You couldn’t stop the shriek that tore from your lips as an inky dark face came into view. It donned a jagged grin, you could barely comprehend what you were currently witnessing. It had no lips, its jagged mouth reminding you of a jack-o-lantern, except jack-o-lanterns were meant to ward off evil. It seemed to lack any eyes, as there were no pupils or iris’, just pure white that was tinted purple. 

Its giggles turned into full blown laughter as it continued to drag you back into the inky blackness. You struggled, unsure what it wanted with you, but clearly it was nothing good. Your stomach dropped when you were suddenly picked up and were flying. You ceased your struggling, suddenly very aware that the hypogean could easily drop you to your demise. That seemed to amuse it all the more as its impossibly wide grin widened. 

Then, like it hadn’t just kidnapped you, set you down on your now wobbly legs. You placed your weight on a nearby wall, slowly taking in your surroundings. It wasn’t Esperia, that was for sure, which made your blood run cold. The two of you were in an area that you could only describe to look like a void. Dark, purple tinted clouds curled in the distance, the only ground being the weird estate like structure you were currently in. It hurt your mind wondering just how this place existed, and the hypogean seemed all too pleased by your expression. 

“You are tonight's winner!” The being exclaimed in a flourish. It twirled before falling into a dramatic bow, but instead of just taking off its hat, it took off its entire head. You blinked, bewildered as its eyes blinked up at you. It paused, as if waiting for you to clap, and you couldn’t hold the laughter that flew past your lips in surprise. The entire situation was absurd, and if you didn’t laugh you might actually cry. 

Your reactions seemed to make the entity even more jolly as it swiftly put its head on backwards. Only to twist it into the correct position, causing you to chuckle once more. It seemed to thrive on your ‘enjoyment’ (you didn’t find much joy in this situation) as it was more enthusiastic than before. 

“I knew you would be an interesting human,” It preened, every movement exaggerated as if to entertain. “As tonight’s winner, your prize is to witness a show put on by the great Berial himself!” The bells on his uniform chimed gently as he floated up, arms wide open along with his wings. 

You watched with caution, unsure of what was to become of you. Just what did Hypogeans find entertaining? Didn’t they enjoy the anguish of people? Spilling blood and finding joy in tears? It clearly found joy in your fear earlier, but strangely he seemed to enjoy your amusement as well. What would happen to you after the ‘show’? Is that when he would dispose of you? Perhaps you were the last act, to be messed with until you could no longer cry nor bleed.

“Now take a seat and let the show begin!” Berial (you assumed) exclaimed, whisking you away into a room that held a stage. One lone seat laid before it, and the jester gently pushed you into it. 

Every act had you on the edge of your seat. He would take a classic magician trick and have some dark twist. It took out a magician's wand, and with a flourish, it turned into a bouquet. You hadn’t seen magicians before, your only exposure being that from books, so it was all new to you. You merely worked at a tavern, hence why you were walking home so late in the first place. So at first, when he presented you the bouquet, you had forgotten for a split second that this was a hypogean you were dealing with, stranded in the middle of the definition of nowhere. Hesitantly you reached for the bouquet, the flowers were breathtakingly beautiful, and when your fingers wrapped around the base, bugs started to crawl out of the flowers. You screamed out of surprise, dropping the flowers and pushing yourself as far as you could into the surprisingly comfortable chair. 

Berial’s laugh rang out above you as you tried to steady your breathing. Once again it found your fear hilarious, and you halfheartedly glared. He laughed so hard his head rolled off his head, and you watched as it rolled past you, descending into an inky shadow. Its glowing eyes seemed to be seared into your eyelids as you swore you could still see the glow after you blinked. Your attention turned back to Berial’s body as it furiously patted where it’s head once hovered (you noticed it never fully connected with the rest of his body). 

You watched curiously as his hat appeared in one of his hands. He reached into his hat, pulling out miscellaneous items. Your amusement grew as the items grew to be more ridiculous. You lost it when it pulled out a gleamtail, the squirrel-like animal looking around confused, your gentle laugh filling the silence. That seemed to be the goal of that act, as he finally pulled his own head out of his hat, plopping both back where they belonged. He bowed again, and this time you did clap, a small grin tugging at your lips. The longer you watched, the more comfortable you became, and the less scary the entity before you seemed. Its acts grew more and more ridiculous, with a scare or two in between. 

Yet every show must come to an end. Berial was bowing once again after cutting a shadow creature in half and pretended to have lost its lower half. You clapped, finding yourself enjoying the company of such a strange being, only for the curtains to finally close. The show had been going on for so long that you forgot that there was going to be an end. You felt yourself tense once more, unsure what was going to happen next. Was this it? Were you going to die? He had all his fun and now it was time to get rid of you. You anxiously stayed in your seat, eyes scanning your surroundings. The grandiose room was dark, the lights that lit up the stage were gone and it was hard for you to see much of anything. 

“Boo!” Berial popped out suddenly in front of you. You flinched back, his long nose nearly poking your own. His glowing eyes and mouth were the only thing lighting up your surroundings. Giggling lightly, it pulled away, the rest of his body blending in with the darkness. 

“You are such a fun human,” It giggled, hands holding its face in what seemed to be fake adoration. “I’m tempted to keep you around.” This seemed to be your way out. Even if you actually had fun, you didn’t want to stick around for too long. Hopefully you could convince him to let you go.

“W-wouldn’t it be more fun to bring me back to Esperia?” You asked, feeling a bit intimidated with his eyes solely on you. “To try and catch me off guard?”

“My, and you’re so smart for a human,” Berial clapped. “Hide and seek does sound fun.” Before you could fully comprehend what he just said, you picked you up from your seat again. He flew you both back where you came, and you had to squint as the sun shone overhead. 

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That was how you found yourself with a Hypogean popping out at you when you’d least suspect it. It was weird, as you thought he’d lose interest in you the second he was gone, but he continued to surprise you. Sometimes as you’d walk to work you’d feel like something was watching you from the shadows, and now you had a reason to worry. 

Yet it never seemed like Berial actually meant you any harm. Its giggles trailed after you warmly, its scares becoming more playful than scary, sometimes it would even sweep you into an impromptu dance to a song only it could hear. You found yourself looking forward to your next meeting, eyes trailing to the shadows, watching for any hint of a disturbance within. 

Your coworkers had started to avoid you when they could. The sound of bells that used to be associated with the night had now started to be associated with you. Quickly you found yourself to be ostracized, people whispering about you just out of hearing range. You started to feel comforted in the jesters presence. He never failed to cheer you up (or scare you), and he found himself spending more time with you as well.

Typically Berial found people boring. They always reacted the same. Scream, cry, plead for their life. That wasn’t fun. And although his perception of fun was a bit…morbid, he couldn’t help but find you interesting. He hadn’t met anyone who actually laughed at his jokes, who didn’t scream when he tipped not just his hat but his entire head. You were a strange and fascinating human, and Berial found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you, seeing if he could make you pull an expression he hasn’t seen before. 

He found himself growing fond of you, something he didn’t think he could even feel! How strange you were for pulling these feelings out of him. It wanted more, its hunger insatiable, wanting to explore those odd feelings. The way it felt warm and fluttery at your laugh, or how its nonexistent heart jumped at any contact with you. Oh, and the way your eyes lit up when it would imitate you, and how silly you were when you would play back. No one had ever tried to entertain the entertainer before! 

That was how you found yourself in your current situation. The jester weighed you down as it laid its head in your lap. It made you slightly curious if you could pluck his head up just as he can to himself, but you felt it might be a bit rude if you tried (or maybe he’d like that, it was hard to tell). Instead, you found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, his top hat resting on top of your own head. He seemed to preen under your touch, his jagged smile as wide as ever, he looked like the cat that got the cream. His tail had wrapped around your waist, and you were slightly curious why he seemed to be so affectionate. He was already odd for a Hypogean, but this was just adding to it. 

“Is something the matter?” You asked, fingers trailing down to his dark skin. You half expected your hands to ghost through him as his skin seemed to blend in with the shadows. 

“Never been better,” It said with a content sigh. You felt yourself heat up at the implication. Was it really so happy to be in your presence? Receiving your affection? You felt even warmer when it nuzzled its face closer to your hands. “What do you humans call this feeling again? Love?” You spluttered, flabbergasted at what just transpired. Love? Is it serious? Can a Hypogean even love? And a human no less. 

“H-huh?” You asked, eyes wide as you stared down at it. 

Suddenly, he broke out laughing and you felt your heart clench, “I’ve never seen you look like that before! Oh the hilarity!” Of course he doesn’t love you, he’s messing with you. He’s trying to get a rise out of you. And suddenly you found yourself wanting to leave. No longer did he seem warm like you had thought, but instead the cold monster he truly was. You shuffled, trying to push him off of you, but he stayed firm in his place. For someone so bouncy and light looking, he really could be heavy when he wanted. 

“Now now,” Berial continued to giggle lightly. “No need for the dramatics. Do I seem like someone who’d tell such jokes?” You only raised an eyebrow and he broke out in laughter once again. “Ah I suppose you have a point, dear. But truely, I would not joke about such things with you.” You wearily watched him as he sat up and turned to fully face you. Lifting up his hands, he gently grabbed your cheeks and squished them, causing you to send him a lighthearted glare.

“You are a strange human indeed,” He muttered, and a strange seriousness filled his tone. “What do you say, human. Do you feel the same?” Once again you felt your guard rise, unsure if this was another of his jokes or if he genuinely meant what he said. Although his smile seemed permanently imprinted into his features, the ends of his mouth looked softer, smaller. 

“Maybe,” You muttered to the best of your ability as his hands continued to squish his cheeks, your eyes couldn’t seem to look away no matter how hard you tried. 

“Then I must turn that maybe into definitely!” Berial exclaimed, jumping up with a flourish. 

“How are you going to do that?” You asked wearily. 

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” And with that, he disappeared with a wink.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

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VALEN is aware of the fact that he knows his way around flattery, how to make people stick on to his honeyed words like bee to pollen. He has a handful of admirers for that reason — so why is it that you’re so different?

VALEN finds himself often thinking about the short times you spent together — the way your eyes would light up upon discovering a spell book in the library, the way you’d smile at him proudly when he comes back with a successful mission, the way your hands so gently guide cassadee through the complicated vines of magic — oh, how he wished he could take those hands into his.

VALEN can’t seem to get his mind off of you at all and he’s stuck. every single thought about exactly why he’s feeling like this only circles back to square one. he doesn’t understand. not at all.

but love does not need a reason to bloom into a beautiful flower. definitely not when VALEN makes his way to your abode in a rush, not when VALEN appears on your doorstep, breathless.

not when VALEN, the dashing knight of holistone known for his charm, is suddenly in front of you with eyes that so warmly stared into yours — the moonlight illuminating his face just enough to catch a glimpse of his pink-tinted cheeks, muttering out…

"ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ?"

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I forgot about this when I finished my exams earlier

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.

cw // contains 2.2 penacony quest spoilers

Angst | years after he vanished, you found solace in the path of trailblaze. the day you departed from the astral express, however was the day another version of him greets you.

Traversing through the stars as a nameless was never something you see for yourself, but alas after years of escaping the pain of loosing you have found peace.

You boarded the express with a bleeding wound, yet departed with a new sense of self. Blazing the path of traiblaze has given you precious memories.

Memories that have become the solace you yearn for and now you reside on a planet far away from your hometown, Penacony.

Your heart still burns for the spirit of trailblazing, spreading the tales you’ve theard upon these past years was your way of keeping the spirit of trailblazing alive.

There’s hundreds of letters you have sent to the nameless who still traverse the sky full of stars, while you blaze paths for the younger generations to yearn to reach the glimmering stars above.

“Miss, is it true that the astral express has two conductors?,” a young boy that perched up to your lap asked.

“Well now we only have one conductor which is pom-pom and a navigator ! The astral express’ current navigator is Miss Himeko,” you smiled softly as you stroked the boy’s hair.

This is a glimpse of your life now, as the local’s beloved storyteller. You could be easily found reading a book or writing at a cafe near your house.

You heard a motherly voice searching for her son, “Now young man it seems that you mother is searching for you, better to go back to her alright,” you pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright ! Bye bye Miss Nameless,” he waved as he ran back towards his mother who offered you a thank you smile from afar.

Now you reside back at your table, a letter has found its way to you. Perhaps it was friends from the astral express, but there’s the ‘pom-pom’s signature’ stamp to be found after all.

With a smile you pressed the rim of your coffee filled cup to your lips, it’s been a while since you talked to them. As you place down your cup, a tinge of amberwood lingers in the air.

It was a scent that you found alluring years ago, it made you feel a little bit nostalgic. You close your eyes and let the tale of the past play inside your mind like a movie.

“Excuse me, Miss. Is this seat taken ?,” a voice greeted you, his voice has successfully awaken you from your daydream.

“The seat in front of me ?,” he asked as you flutter your eyes open, to reveal a man dressed in a white shirt.

The collar was unbuttoned slightly revealing a chest that harbours scars across the body, it took you seconds to tilt your head up.

You can’t really make out the man’s face, the sun that shines warmly behind him hinders you from doing so, “Yeah, the seat on your table” he chuckled, as he folded his arms.

His arms were proudly displayed against his chest, his sleeves were rolled up to display his strong arms, clean from any scars. In contrast with his chest.

“Well I’m not meeting anyone, so feel free,” you extend your hand towards the seat in front of you, letting him know that it’s alright for him to sit in front of you.

And so he did, now you could clearly study his face. He has kind eyes, rich brown in colour. His features were strong and rugged yet somehow gentle in nature. His face was decorated with salt and pepper stubble, signifying his old age.

His hair was parted in the middle, it was as long as his neck. You could tell that he cared a lot for his hair, it was well groomed, “Are you not going to ask who I am ?” he smiled as he saw you gazing through himself.

“Ah sorry for staring, you just feel familiar,” you stated honestly before brushing your hair back.

“How so ?” his eyes lingers at you, coaxing you to question more and more about him.

“Can’t tell really,” you’re not going to blabber upon the past that haunts you for so long now, would you ?

Not when you’ve grown this far.

“Heh, such a shame then,” the cadence of his voice, irks your mind. Scratches your heart in some way….

“A shame indeed,” you nodded, your fingers circling the rim of your cup as you await his reply.

“I heard you were once a nameless,” that’s a well known fact by now, at least in the area you live in.

“It was years ago but I'm glad my name still holds some fame, so do you need something from the astral express?” he will not be the first person who makes use of your past to contact the express.

“Nah, I’m just here for your audience,” he spoke, the tone was light yet somehow deep in context, shrouded in mystery.

“Who are you?” you asked the question he yearned the most, his face reflects it perfectly.

“Care to take an educated guess, Miss ?” he cocked his eyebrows as you ruminated through the possibilities.

“You still do the thing huh ?” he chuckled, his face now rested against his palm as he watches you picking apart the past and the future.

“What thing ?” you asked, he spoke those words like he knew you for years, which was odd. He’s a stranger after all.

“The thing where you’ll pout your lips slightly when you’re drowned by your thoughts,” he knew you, knew you well enough and long enough to notice these things.

“Let’s cut to the chase, don’t play games with me old man. Who are you ?” your eyes bore deep into his own, trying to pry the truth out of him.

“Funny, you used to call me that too,” he chuckles, his eyes bore no malice, just a sense of long and yearning.

You only called ‘old man' to a handful of people, but one strikes the most in this case, but it can’t be him.

You refuse it to be him.

You merely stared at him, not wanting to entertain his statement, “Fine, I’ll give out a little tip. I tend to amend things, which is why I am here now, sitting idly in front of you,”

“Amend things ? How could you amend things that are not broken ?” you questioned, the man before you was too relaxed and aloof to be talking in riddles.

“Well you’re not broken per say, but well I am,” the man merely chuckled as he looked down towards the concrete floor.

“So you want me to fix you ?” you ask, your endless pond of patience grew dry by the second.

“Close, but no,” you could see the evident smirk as he kept his gaze down.

“You’re speaking in riddles here sir, some might mistake you as a follower of the enigmata if you keep this up,” this time his eyes trained itself back to yours.

“Well aren’t you still sharp,” he mused, clearly happy that he didn’t need to elaborate on more.

“You’re not him, you can’t be him anymore,” this is a fact, even if this being was him, it is not him.

“Can’t be who ? I’ve been living countless lives before. Be specific would ya ?” the man now let his back rest against the chair, ain’t he comfortable now ?

“You know very well the life I’m talking about,” you sighed, he could be him or even a part of masked fools really.

The masked fools that’s notorious for transforming themselves into one’s beloved.

“Well say that name for old time’s sake, humour this ol’ hound,” never mind, it is him. A masked fool won’t replicate this current body that he made, he’s a stranger to you.

A foreign being.

“You’re not Gallagher, never will be him again as a matter of fact,” that type of wording was not your style to use, you felt bad for speaking those truths.

“Ouch that stings, I was him y’know,” he lips pouted, while his arms are folded against his chest. Yet his gaze still placed snugly into you.

“Past tense,” you quipped, well you felt bad about the cold demeanour, but still how would someone act in this situation ?

“Touché,” he laughed, now from his mannerisms. It reminds you of Gallagher, but he’s not him.

This man is well put, smells expensive, and it seems like he does not drink that much. When you think about it, the man before you resembles the qualities that you find attractive in a man.

As wouldn’t you know it, you told this list to Gallagher over a drink years ago.

“Let me ask you this once more, who are you ?” your stern voice was something he never listened to, but he welcomed it warmly.

“Whoever you want me to be,” he smiles, his voice sounds like he was teasing, but you know deep down that it is true.

“Why are you here ?” the question that has been clouding your mind since the reveal.

“To see through another fiction with you as my main muse,” his voice draws deeper than before.

The gravity of his statement was heavy, it made your heart stop for a mere second just to make sense of it all.

His eyes softened as he saw your shock ridden expression, your hands trembled, unsure with what to answer. He finds his way to hold them gently.

It felt nostalgic, even though the hand that held yours was not the same as before, it felt like home.

“To fabricate a new page in history, to make amends for the past, to see through another life. I’m here to live another life with you, to grow old by your side,” he continues, somehow the display of loyalty soothed your trembling hands.

“And even after death, I’ll wait for you to be reborn back into my arms, forever more,” his warmth left your hand as he stood up from his chair.

He walked towards your side, your hands now placed perfectly against your lap as he kneels before you.

“That is my reason,” he leaned down, bringing your fingertips towards his lips.

“Own my heart once more, dearest,” he begged.

The man begged for a chance once more.

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☆*: Sweeter Than Pie

Valen being a professional smooth talker but still being bitchless is so funny to me so here is him trying his hardest to court you but lwk being bad at it someone help him Please. It’s kinda slow burn cause that’s my favorite trope, and it’s super rushed, but I hope it’s still enjoyable :)

[Tags]: fluff | valen x reader

[Authors’ note]: ofc my first post had to be with my bbg— valen if you’re reading this ily ♡

The cool morning breeze carried the chatters of the townsfolk all across Holistone. Although the sun had only just risen, there was already a bustling level of activity within the town as its residents prepared for a full days worth of business and chores. Amongst the early morning birds was you, a baker employed by a renowned bakery in Holistone. The owner— your childhood friend—had offered you the job during its rise in popularity when customer demand had surpassed shop output drastically and simply could not keep up. At the time, you hadn’t had much baking experience, but your friend had been desperate for any help they could get and immediately started teaching you the ropes before you could even understand what each ingredient was.

Obviously in your amateur days, your baked goods had not been quite the best—A feat that had your friend apologetically switching responsibilities with you, exchanging their server/cashier duties for your baker ones after you presented a cinnamon roll glaze accidentally made with sour cream instead of cream cheese. However, despite your learning blunders, the knight you met soon after beginning your job had taken (and eaten?!) everything you had practiced on with a charming smile and compliments of all the things you had done well that time.

How the two of you met was quite the story as well; You had only been working at the bakery for a few weeks and had only just gotten a grasp of optimal mixing texture for muffins when the small door bell had chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer. You were a bit surprised because of the late hour but got over it quickly when you set your mixing bowl down and wiped your hands on your apron before making your way to the front station.

“Hello, welcome! Could I help you with anything?” You greeted with a smile, looking at the figure that was bent over looking into the glass display of foods. The sound of your voice seemed to catch the figure by surprise and they straightened up, a curious expression on their face.

“Good evening! I was just stopping by to pick up some desert for my boss since it’s his birthday today, but it seems you’re all out of cupcakes?” The stranger said to you with a casted glance back over to the empty section on the display. He ran a hand through his chestnut hair with a sigh, “I know it’s a little late to be celebrating a birthday, but you wouldn’t possibly have any extras in the back would you?”

“Ah…we do but,” You shook your head slightly, your smile becoming sheepish, “I’m not confident that they’re well enough to be sold…at least, I couldn’t do so without feeling concerned for your health.”

The man only laughed, putting a hand on his hip as he tilted his head. “Oh? Why’s that? As a knight of the Heroic Order, I feel I should ask in duty if they’ve been poisoned or something.”

You shook your head frantically; A knight of the heroic order?! Now you were sure you couldn’t, in good heart, sell your practice cupcakes to him much less his boss! But…on the other hand…if word got out that your friend’s bakery served even the Heroic Order, business would boom more intensely. Of course you wanted nothing but the best for your friend and it certainly was not complain-worthy that your paycheck would increase as well. Still, with your skill level you might end up giving the poor knight and his boss food poisoning, or worse, and that might backfire on the bakery. Conflicted, you decided to explain the situation to the knight and let him decide what chances he’d rather take.

“No, no! They’re not poisoned I swear! They were made by me, though, and I’m still learning my way around the kitchen. By that I mean they’re most likely subpar in flavor…I would not recommend giving them to your boss at least.”

“Really? Is that what’s happened?” The knight, as handsome as he was, made you a little nervous with his full-attention look as he seemed to consider the situation with a smile that never fell. “I see. Well, I’m already here so it’d be more in my favor if I at least try one of your creations. I’ve gotta admit I’m a little curious to see the result. After all, if Alex hired you, then you certainly have potential. We’ve known each other for a while so I feel I could say I understand his character; I don’t think he’d allow just anyone into his bakery.”

“Ah, Alex and I are childhood friends actually. I really didn’t have any baker experience before working here but my working here was convinent for the both of us so it ended up like this,” You responded, rubbing your neck awkwardly at the mention of your boss, “But if you’re really up for it then I’ll fetch those cupcakes for you. As a knight, you must not be much afraid of death after all”. You gave him a look before adding, “They might actually stop your heart. I miscalculated the sugar ratio…”

The knight, whose name you still hadn’t caught, only shrugged like it was nothing. Shaking your head again, you excused yourself to the kitchen where you picked up the messy tray that you had haphazardly covered with frosting in your attempts to add it to the cupcake tops. Dura above, you thought as you made your way back to the knight. You immediately looked to his face in anticipation of his reaction; Some part of you wanted to laugh because this was pretty ridiculous, but the other part of you felt a little embarrassed. “Here you are,” you set the tray down on the front desk, “half a dozen cupcakes made by yours truly.”

The knight hummed only and you really couldn’t tell his expression—was he purposefully keeping a straight face…—but he reached for one of the cupcakes without hesitation and took a big bite. You immediately lifted your hand to your mouth to cover your shock, a laugh threatening to spill from your lips because you knew he was actively schooling his expression. There was no way no one would be able to not flinch at the overly sweet flavor (you knew, you tried one yourself earlier). Nothing was said between the two of you as he stood there chewing the desert for a few seconds before swallowing.

“They’re perfect,” he said nonchalantly, “I’ll take them all.”

Startled, you gaped at him, “..Sir…you can’t be serious. Let me get you some water, I fear you’ve given yourself a sugar induced stroke!”

He waved his hand in dismissal, “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. The sunset color of them is just right. Good job!”

“The color?!” Disbelief replaced your shock and you sighed. This man really just pulled a compliment out of his ear to save you some face—the cupcakes weren’t even supposed to be sunset colored, but white instead! You didn’t have the heart to correct him so you smiled solemnly instead. “A knight, huh? You truly live up the the reputation. How about I give you a small cake instead, baked by Alex himself. And that cup of water.”

“I’ll take that cup of water, thank you. But I’m fine with these, really. How many people can say they’ve had life changing cupcakes, literally? Besides, if any complaints arise from my boss I’ll just have to come back to you to return them.” That charming smile of his returned and he crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the display.

“Oh, we don’t accept returns I’m afraid,” you responded, “but I would be more than willing to work something out, and I’m sure my boss would understand once I explain it to him”

“That’s good enough for me.” Was all he said as you went to work packing the cupcakes in a box. When it was time for him to leave, he simply took the box—and a small paper cup of water—with a ‘thank you’ and turned to leave.

“By the way, my names Valen. You should stop by the Heroic Orders headquarters sometime. If you ever need any help.” And with a two finger salute, and a wink, he was out the door.

Since then, months have passed and regrettably you had never found a good enough excuse to take Valen up on his offer to stop by the knights’ office, but things hadn’t turned out for the worst. In fact, Valen had taken it upon himself to visit you at the bakery quite frequently, and every single time he visited he left with one of your baked creations; And each time he returned, he waxed poetry about them. Over time, your baking skills did eventually improve so Valen had and increasing amount of opportunity to praise more than just the desert’s color, but no matter what he said he left you feeling giddy. At some point during your interactions, he had taken to complimenting you as well, calling you beautiful as casually as he said your name and looking you straight in the eyes as he did so. It didn’t help that, on the occasions in which he would be gone for days at a time on a mission, he would bring you back some kind of souvenir or tell you that he missed your smile.

“Wouldn’t you say it would bring me good luck to have your smile with me wherever I go? It would definitely help reenergize me after a battle,” he had told you one day during a conversation in which he tried to convince you that the two of you should have matching lockets with each others pictures in them.

“I think you would feel better if you took better care of yourself—Look, you’re literally bleeding! I don’t have anymore bandages either, we need to get you to a doctor!”

“Oh, this? I’m fine, it’s just a graze. I was on my way to the infirmary but figured that I’d say hi to you first. I bet you missed me after being gone for a week,” he said to you, running his hand through his hair (a signature move) and leaning close into you.

“You’re going to be gone for the rest of eternity if you don’t stop bleeding out in my bakery,” You crossed your arms over your chest with a small worried frown, “If you go get that wound checked out then we can go shopping for lockets later.”

Valen grinned toothily, straightening up as he pulled out two matching necklaces with lockets from one oh his pockets, “That reminds me, I brought you a souvenir. Look, one of them is even a heart.”

You gave him a deadpan look but couldn’t hold it for long before you couldn’t help but smile. You took one of the necklaces and opened the locket to see a picture of you and Valen together—the picture taken at his surprise birthday party, coincidentally your first official launch as a professional baker since you had personally made the birthday cake. You felt your heart flutter at the picture and all the memories that came with it before looking back up at him with a fond look. In the few seconds that you had looked away, Valen had already put his on and all you caught was a glimpse of him tucking it into his collar.

“I feel better already, what did I tell you.”

“You fool,” you said endearingly, “Go seek medical help before I tell on you to General Hogan.”

“Hey no need to go so far! Fine, fine, I hate to love you and leave you, but all this blood loss is making me dizzy—or, it might just be you taking my breath away—Okay I’m going!” He said as you chased him out with a light blush dusting your face.

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Imagine Lotus dragon cookie and Longan dragon cookie fighting over Y/N for their love and to pick which side they are on.(Since we had this one update which revolved around Lotus planning to defeat Longan).

Also, can i be 🏔️ (Mountain) Anon?

The Wishful or the Regal (Lotus Dragon vs. Longan Dragon Cookie)

Stuck in the middle of a feud between dragons was not one of the best places to be in, especially if a number of dragons choose to oppose each other. It seemed like you were spared from a fate many cookies before you had fallen victim to.

Given this was all Longan’s doing, you expectedly went to Lotus Dragon Cookie’s palace for refuge. Not surprising for the Blue Dragon, but it still made them happy that you went to them anyway.

You were kept in their personal quarters, in their embrace as the both of you lay on your side. You were only a mere Cookie, yet you had this effect Lotus Dragon that made them want to keep you safe at all times…

Cookies are fragile, so you’re kept in the quarters nearly all the time. Not even the other cookies were allowed to come hear the door, Lotus must always accompany you when you left the room.

Your absence was picked up on immediately by the other dragons, Longan Dragon Cookie especially. Pitaya was too reckless to be housing you, leaving only the obvious choice standing right in front of Longan.

Longan Dragon wasted no time in lambasting Lotus on having you cooped up in their place, if the cookies were on Lotus’ land, then you had to be there as well. Longan made sure that you’d survive the encounter earlier, so your disappearance was most unusual.

Lotus..refused to answer Longan, but they wouldn’t hand you over even if they had you, Lotus knew very well what Longan had been planned for you.

They don’t care about you, they only wanted to use your Life Powder for their benefit and given your…”ability”, it would be potent and give Longan great power.

Longan has had enough of Lotus’ nonsense, your demise was not in Longan’s grand plan. Despite only being a cookie, Longan knew that there was something special about you….

They planned to keep you in their palace, away from everyone else. Not even Lychee was allowed to come close to you without Longan’s direct permission. Yes, your Life Powder was incredibly strong, but Longan will gather only but a portion of it from you, leaving you unharmed.

So Lotus Dragon should watch their mouth before they claim that Longan didn’t care about you again. They’re not afraid to inflict punishment for Lotus’ out of line speech….

[corvus-ix]

InterDarshan Championship you'll always be my Roman Empire 😔

[corvus-ix]

What if Alhaitham actually went insane with forbidden knowledge?

Yandere! Corrupt! Alhaitham x reader

This oneshot was inspired by @alexex8sts’s idea! 🩵 I add how reader and Alhaitham met but overall concept is still the same :-) hope everyone enjoys this oneshot! It’s a bit unsteady with the quality since i tried learning how to use screentone and such while I was drawing :-D

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