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Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you."

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him.

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about eachother, you'd both say about eachother. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree.

"Please do."

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation.

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up.

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far.

"Beloved, lift your arms."

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned.

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes."

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it.

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you."

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide."

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time

Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops infront and,

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?"

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we."

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him.

"Beloved, lay down."

When hes satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times.

Once you've layed down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he beins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind.

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reaclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening amd he feels like he too can finally relax.

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Alhaitham - Stress comfort.

Hello. I love this man and I need to sit in his lap while he reads so here this is.

Just fluff, a little suggestive at the end but you can read it as a massage session instead as it's not explicit in what he's implying.

But yea not much to say.

Please enjoy 💙

You return home from another exhausting day. They seem never-ending at the moment. You plod into the house you share with your boyfriend and roommate to find said boyfriend lounging on the sofa reading. He hears your approach, having known you were due to return and removed his soundproof headphones. He puts the book face down on the arm of the chair and backing you to join him.

"Your back, come sit." He said simply patting the sofa next to him. You flop down intending to cuddle but he immediately stands and heads to the kitchen.

"Stay." Is all he says. If it were anyone else you would have berated them for a lack of manners and for being treated like a dog but you knew your lover and you knew that was just how he spoke. With the least effort necessary. Unless he's being dramatic or waxing poetic in a language you've never heard about your body and attitude after a passionate encounter. But that's for him not to know that you know that.

You sigh and sink into the large sofa and wait like he said, too tired to get up. You look around and note the book isn't one he'd typically read. It was a fantasy novel... one from your childhood that you mentioned brought you comfort to read. It wasn't the best written or the most original story but you loved it and now he was reading it. It touched your heart and you couldn't help but feel the stress alleviate to make room for love of your boyfriend.

As you were silently swooning about Alhaitham he returns with a cup of something herbal smelling and a plate of food.

"Here, a tea specially blended for your relaxation and palette and dinner. You've been working far too hard lately and since work has been easy on me since being willfully demoted back to scribe. It's the least I can do."

You chuckle and smile up at him taking the tea while he sits down with the plate in one hand, wrapping his free arm around you and stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

Casual intimacy was difficult for you both at first. With you desiring it but not knowing how to go about it and Alhaitham thinking he'd hate it. But the two of you figured it out and now he loves touching you and being close, during hot days it's not unusual that he will refuse to cuddle but he'll stretch out a foot to put on your leg, always touching you in some way.

You were swooning again but trying not to make it obvious and inflate his ego more. But when you chance a look at his face he had a small smirk and a cocky look in his eyes. He could read you like an overly complicated 347 page philosophical thesis on silent languages.

"Thank you Alhaitham, this means alot already." Your voice was soft and loving in a way that would warm his chest on the coldest of desert nights.

"Hm you don't need to say it, I can see how grateful you are. You're an open book to me. I'm just glad it's helping, even if I knew it would." His voice is dramatic and playfully sarcastic making you snort lightly.

"Ttsh, arrogant ass" you say with nothing but love in your voice. In response he chuckles and squeezes you with his arm.

"Now, now, is that any way to treat your extremely generous and caring lover?"

You sip your tea dramatically, "you know I mean it with love darling."

"Hmm, yes of course you are head over heals for me. You love this arrogant ass. How could you not." You sigh, meaning to sound playfully annoyed but it just sounded blissful instead. He was only this dramatically arrogant with those he truly cared for.

"Indeed how could I not-" In a smooth move you take his hand from your shoulder and press a kiss to the back of it before plaing it back on your shoulder. You hear him chuckle in a way that makes your heart flutter. He kisses the top of your head before picking up his book again.

"Come on eat, you'll need the energy."

You could feel you face heat at the implications and you can just imagine his smug face. So you decide to play innocent.

"Why? The days almost over."

He chuckles again and squeezed your shoulder. "Becasue someone looks like they could use some stress relief. If someone wants of course. If not we can skip straight to the bath."

You chuckle and sigh. "'Stress relief' hmm? That does sound nice."

"Then stress relief it is my كنز. Then the bath, you'll need it. Now eat L'amour de ma vie."

"Alright alright love" you quickly eat, ready for what sounds like the best evening in a while. Moments like this remind you that no matter what happens during the day, your loving boyfriend will be there for you.

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Dan Heng- learning to touch.

Hello-

This is a fluffy Dan Heng fic. This takes place any time after the end of the Loufu Arc when Dan Heng has access to his Imbibitor Lunae form.

This is pure fluff about reader and Dan Heng becoming more comfortable with physical touch. I just thought this scenario is cute and I think this kind of intimacy is incredibly important, especially in a developing relationship.

Anyway not much else to say but enjoy. 💙

You and Dan Heng were fairly new to your relationship and had yet in initiate much physical contact at all as a result. Today was a 'hang out in your room' day and Dan Heng sat on your bed with you reading through a paper book you had brought with you from your world.

Dan heng had elected to be in his 'Imbibitor Lunae' form today. Which was a little out of the ordinary. He typically didn't like staying in this state for too long. But he had his horns and translucent tail, longer hair, pointed ears. You found it a treat to see it.

Unbeknownst to you Dan Heng had something on his mind and wasn't focusing on his book. Suddenly you heard an irritated sigh you knew all too well from your lover.

"What's the matter Dan Heng?" You ask putting your full attention on him.

"..." He seems to be struggling to answer. "I- want something but I'm not sure about it." He had promised to be more honest with you since the whole 'Imbibitor Lunae' incident. You hadn't personally minded that he'd hidden it from you as you understood why. But it was nice to know that Dan Heng trusted you enough to want to be more honest with you.

"What are you not sure about?" You ask gently, taking your time. If this was anything emotional or a desire of his you knew he'd struggle. So, you know to take your time and be patient with him.

"I'm not sure how to ask or- even how to do what I want." He was seemingly refusing to look at you, the lightest dusting of pink across his cheeks and a slight narrowing of his eyes. A signal that he was feeling shy about whatever it was that's troubling him.

"But what is it you want Dan heng?" He almost looked like he was pouting. Whatever it was had clearly been weighing on his mind.

"I- want to... ughh" He brought a hand to his face and closed his eyes. Embarrassment painting his features as his tail flicked in irritation. You wait patiently knowing he will just say it eventually. "I want to touch you.. and I want you to touch me.."

"What do you mean by touch?.." You were already basically touching so you weren't entirely sure what he meant.

He turned an even deeper pink before answering. "Skin to skin, I want to... explore your body and I want you to explore mine."

You now started to fluster your face growing hot. "Explore? Like explore explore or..."

His eyes widened and his blush deepened. "No! Um not yet anyway. I just want to touch I'm.. curious and I'm sure you are as well."

"Ah, yes I am curious... is this why you've been in your Imbibitor Lunae form today?"

He nods, "yes that is why... I thought you'd be more open to the idea if I looked like this."

"Hey, I like you no matter your form. I'd want to explore your body either way."

His eyes widen as he looks away from your eyes at your bold proclamation. Realising what you said you fluster at your own words but you stand by them anyway.

"You- really are too much for me to handle at times."

"Do you really mean that?" You grin.

"No." *he coughs into his hands.* "anyway can we, ugh. Nevermind."

"No no, well unless you absolutely don't want to. But I do want to explore eachother."

He looks at you for a couple of seconds before nodding flustered.

"How do we go about this.." He asks quietly, unsure.

"Well we should um, take our clothes off I guess."

"Right, that would help." He hesitates so you decide to remove your top. His eyes widen as he takes in your chest and stomach. With a shaky breath he nods and removes his sleeves and top. Your eyes, like his, widen as you take in his torso. Smatterings of scales run up his sides and under the waistband of his pants where a happy trail would be.

The two of you just stare at eachother for a while before he, seemingly unconsciously reached out a hand. He realises and stops just short of the top of your chest.

"May I?" He asks somewhat breathlessly.

You smile softly and nod. "You may."

Almost as soon as your sentence ends his hand is tracing over your chest, feeling the softness of your skin, the small bumps and dips. His fingers brush your nipples softly, he watches with a fascination that heats your skin as they react, pebbling under his fingers.

He traces the outline of your chest before making his way down to your stomach. The soft smile on his face makes your heart flutter. He stops by the waistband of your pants and looks up at you, licking his lips nervously. "Can I take these off?"

You swallow and nod "yes, you can." You whisper trembling with nervous excitement. He nods and, with an adorably determined expression, he slowly pulled down your pants. You belatedly notice just how furiously his tail wags at the sight of you. He trails his fingers down your legs as he goes, pausing at your knees and the tops of your feet before finally removing your pants in full.

"I don't want to stop touching you but.." He trails off and you smile realising what he wants.

"I want to touch you too. Can I?" You know the answer but you want to hear him say it.

"Yes." You almost want to tease him and get him to say 'please' or speak louder but you refrain for now. Instead you shuffle closer and place you hands on his pecs, smoothing your hands over them.

Your eyes slide down to the scales on his sides. "Can I touch your scales?"

"Carefully but yes. Brush down not up, don't pull them up please." He sounded more nervous than he ever had. Looking intently at his reactions you carefully brush your hand over a patch of scales on his left side. They were cool, almost wet feeling. You notice he's shaking quite intensely so away comes your hand.

"Are you okay? Dan heng?" He was breathing heavier and flushed.

He coughed and looked away. "Maybe not the scales. For now."

You can't help but smile teasingly while you adhere to his wishes. "Okay, okay no scales. I'd assume your horns and tail would give a similar reaction?"

"Um- no they shouldn't? I hope.." He looks at you both curious and nervous.

"Well we can always give it a go then add it to the 'Dan Heng' section of the archives." You chuckle at the soft pout that forms. He coughs again and holds your hand, suddenly becoming fascinated with it. He traces your fingers, poking your fingertips and rubbing your knuckles.

You feel heat prick your cheeks at the focus he suddenly holds for your hand. He didn't even seem to be distracting you from him, he's just suddenly focused on your hand.

A short minute passes before he looks up at you, a small smile on his face at your flustered expression.

"Try my horns now." He said softly. "If you are still interested."

"I am" you whisper, lifting you hands to softly stroke one horn each. He shivers but only for a moment, not overwhelmed this time. They feel similar to his scales. Cool, almost wet to the touch. Very smooth and sturdy feeling. You look behind him and see his tail swishing rapidly again.

A light chuckle leaves you and Dan Heng raises an eyebrow. "Something funny?"

"No- well yes. Its your tail its so- excited."

Another light dusting on his cheeks and his tail slows down, as he forces ot under his control. You want to tease him for it but feel like it's the wrong time.

Dan Heng brings his tail forward and in-between you. "Touch the thick part, stroke with the scales like before. Don't touch the tip." His pink turns red for a second and you realise why. You can't help the devious smile at the thought of what they would do to him.

He lightly glares at you and you shake your head chuckling. A slient conversation, you two were familiar with those. It was something you were proud of. The other trailblazers would tease you about it and sometimes ask you to talk to Dan Heng in this way as he is more pliant with you and your silent conversations.

You lay your hand on the thick part of his tail and stroke with the scales. Like before, cool and almost wet. Surprisingly pliant but definitely strong feeling.

"You really are amazing" you whisper not even realising you said anything. You expression almost reverent as you stroke the area of his tail that Dan heng allowed you to.

He meanwhile, was almost having a heart attack. You'd always been complimentary to him but it felt different this time. Something important seemed to have happened to your opinion of him. He can't bring himself to speak just letting you indulge in his tail.

Eventually you look up at him with a cheeky smile. "Can we become even now?"

Dan Heng, once more, raises an eyebrow.

"You still have your pants on."

His cheeks dust pink again and his eyes narrow but he takes his tail back and slowly takes his pants off. The two of you are now only in your underwear and you can't help but let your eyes drift down taking in his toned thighs and the surprising bulge between his legs.

You choose not to focus on it, not wanting to change this soft mood between to two of you when you knew the two of you weren't ready.

"There, now we are even." He tilted his head and smiled, looking a little proud of himself.

You chuckle and shuffle closer. You hover your hands over his thighs. "May I?"

"You may" his hands hover over your shoulders. "May I?"

You giggle and sigh, looking at him lovingly. "You may."

The two of you indulge in soft caresses and admiration of your bodies. Eventually you both lie on your sides facing each other.

"Thank you for this. It really means alot to me." His voice was soft and he had the biggest, softest smile you'd seen from him. A new level of comfort unlocked between you both.

"This means a lot to me to, so I thank you as well my love." You place your hand on his cheek stroking softly with your thumb. You feel his face heat up under your hand. He returns the favour, taking a deep breath. He shuffles closer, your chests pressing together, legs intertwining, hips pressed together. The closest the two of you had ever been. He leans close.

"May I kiss you?"

"You may."

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Furina post 4.2 reverse comfort.

Hi again. A Furina post 4.2 reverse comfort. I've been working on this for a depressingly long time.

There is implied spoilers but not many. This is also friends to probably, eventually lovers. Starting with the friends in this fic.

This is alot more angsty than the Neuvillette one. It does have descriptions of injury and disassociation. I drew on my own experiences with my own disassociation and helping others through theirs.

I really wanted to do one for Furina because I wish to hug the poor woman. She's been through too much.

I hope you enjoy 💙

You cluched bags filled with cooking ingredients. Ever since learning that your 'former' Lady Furina was living off of macaroni from a certain blonde haired traveller and 'talkative' flying pixie. You decided to pay her a visit, said flying pixie freely telling you where she lived.

Nerves coursed through you. It had been a few weeks since you had seen Furina. Since the prophecy had 'not' come to fruition your services as a private investigator for 'solutions for the prophecy' was no longer needed. And when Furina stepped down from her position as Hydro Archon you stopped seeing her.

'Diva archon' is what people called her but you knew her better than that. You can't have claimed to be close but, you had seen glimpses of the hidden care and love she had for the nation she governed. True god or not you saw glimpses of all she sacrificed over your few years working under her. You had grown fond of her and the trial she was put through almost broke your heart.

You steeled your nerves before knocking on Furinas door at just past midday. There was silence before you heard rustling, the unlocking of the door and it opened giving you the first look at Furina in 3 weeks. She had slight bags under her eyes, she looked thinner and her smile not as bright as it used to be.

"Why hello, its certainly been a while since I've seen you,-" she started off attempting the same theatrical countenance she has before. But it quickly faded. "Why have you come here and how did you find out where I live?"

The thought of her finding it worrying that you knew where she lived didn't cross your mind. "The travellers companion may have let it slip my lady."

She sighed, "Ah- well, please don't call me that any more just 'Furina' is fine." Her voice now sounded tired a slight rasp of exhaustion present.

"Alright my- Furina... um," there was an awkward air between you two, one that you were determined to dismiss. "I was wondering if you would like to spend the afternoon in familiar company... I brought food of you'd like to have dinner."

Furinas eyes narrowed slightly "Did paimon also tell you that I was living off of macaroni."

You had somehow forgotten how sharp Furina was. "Yes.. but, but I didn't just bring food, I thought I'd teach you to make more dishes other than macaroni. Still quick, easy but not pasta this time. Also baking bread. I thought it would go well with what we are making...." You felt yourself ramble, trying to convince Furina to give you a chance.

She looked like she was fighting with herself for a moment. You hold your breath waiting for a response. "Okay.. that sounds nice actually."

You sigh with relief "Alright lead the way my- um- Furina." You watched as she flushed a slight pink before leading you inside. Her home was modestly furnished but well coordinated and clearly to her aesthetic taste. She lead you through the short hallway and in to her kitchen. It was up to Fontaines modern standard with an oven and hobs, a sink and a new cooling machine that was recently invented by the Fontaine research institute for the storage of Fonta, but had been later discovered to uncrease the shelf life of many different foods. They were currently very expensive however. You wondered how she was able to afford it with no job. Her shelves were almost bare however, it made you glad you came with ingredients and a few extra essentials.

"Here you can put the food on the counter." Furinas gestured to the counter close to the oven. "What are we making?"

You nod and pull the ingredients out. "I thought a cottage pie and some garlic flat bread would be a good start. I also brought the ingredients to make some simple crěpes for dessert."

"Great ... I don't know how to make any of that, are you sure you want to bother teaching me?"

"Of course Furina, why would I bring all this if not to teach you."

"I guess you're right, so what are we starting with?" Her voice was hesitant, you begin to wonder if she was really up to this. What if you were pushing her too hard?

"Ah I thought we'd start by preparing the bread.."

You show her the steps of baking bread. She follows your instructions diligently, her smile broadening and confidence returning with every step she got right. "This isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Then again of course I could learn anything I put my mind to."

Seeing her smile again was all you wanted out of today. If you were being truthful with yourself.

"Now we let the dough rest for about 45 minutes.. in the meantime let's prep the potatoes for the mash that'll go on top of the shepherds pie."

You teach her how to peal a potato with a paring knife. Or rather you try to. As she pulled back the knife she hand slipped on the potato and she nicked her palm with the knife, a long thing line of blood appearing on her palm. You were focused on your own potato when you heard her yelp in pain. You immediately drop the knife and potato you were peeling and rushed to her side assessing the damage.

"Furina! What happened?" You gently grab her hand looking at the wound. "Where is your first aid kit?" She didn't speak only pointed to a cupboard on the other side of the room her eyes glued to her wound, pearls of tears collect in the outer corners of her eyes and all you want to do is draw her into your arms.

But first the wound, you gather the first aid kit and sit Furina down at the table in the kitchen and quietly bandage her hand the cut wasnt deep, which was good, but she barely flinches as you clean the wound, which was a point of concern. You sense she's not up for criticism or questions so you keep things to yourself while you finish bandaging her hand.

I take a deep breath and try to talk to her again now that the wound is dealt with. "Furina? Are you up for continuing or would you like me to take over?" She didn't respond immediately seemingly not even hearing you, you are about to attempt to get her attention again when-

"No. You- you take over." She sounded exhausted again, and almost defeated. Worry crawls through your stomach all the way up into you throat but you hold back for now. Not quite sure how to deal with this side of Furina.

"Alright." Is all you can say, softly as not to startle her. As you continue prepping the meal pealing the potatoes, boiling them in milk for extra creaminess and seasoning with salt and pepper. You start up another hob and cook the meat, frying off the fat before adding, flour, worcestershire sauce, a splash of red wine, tomato paste, chopped bell peppers and onions. While the mixture reduces you prepare the dough Furina made earlier, spreading a mixture of garlic butter, rosemary, and thyme over the dough and place it in the oven.

You catch Furina glancing at you while you work. You turn off the heat on the meat and take some of it from the pan in a small spoon and carefully carry it over to her. "Would you like to taste test Furina?" She looked up at you in surprise before nodding slowly. You offer the spoon to her and she leas forward and closes her mouth around it without taking it out of your hands.

A moment of silence, while you might usually feel flustered at this kind of action. But with Furina seemingly still out of it, not registering what she'd done, it was just concerning. You take the spoon away and turn around.

"Is it good?"

A tired "Yea" is the only response you get. It'll do for now. You finish off the cottage pie by arranging it in a dish putting the meat and veg mixture, then the creamy mash before sprinkling a generous helping of parmesan cheese over the top of the mash and putting in the oven for 20 mins. The bread is almost ready to take out and could make a good starter.

You set a time and sit by Furina, slightly awkwardly, not knowing what to say. You'd been so focused on your tasks you hadn't realised how strange it felt to be around Furina in a casual setting and especially not when something seemed to be bothering her so greatly.

"Furina.. How's your hand?"

"It's fine, doesn't hurt much anymore."

Your concern was beginning to reach a peak. She couldn't look at you for some reason. And her voice was so weak it was barely there but you don't know what to do without crossing an unspoken boundary or making things worse.

The bread timer goes off. You rise from your seat to take it out, putting it on a rack to let it cool for a few minutes.

You look over at Furina her form slumped and defeated looking, her eyebags somehow more prominent than when you started. You didn't understand what could have made her this way. Overall yes, you were there at her trial after all, at the end of it you were just happy she wasn't actually executed. But what happened today? Was it the injury? But why would that cause a near catatonic disassociation?

You didn't want to push, instead you just cut up the bread and offer her a piece, on a small plate, in the hopes that some form on stimulation would reawaken her. She slowly picks at the bread, putting small pieces in her mouth.

The second timer goes off. The cottage pie is ready, so you remove from the oven, find two larger plates and serve the food.

She looks up at the food and picks up the fork, slowly digging in to the cottage pie. You watch with interest hoping maybe food would perk her up at least a little. And perk up she does. Finally a smile graces her face, small but there.

"This is lovely thank you. Truly a meal worthy of the great Furina De Fontaine." She made an attempt at her energetic performance but was still tired it seemed.

You smile at her in what you hope is a pleasant and reassuring manner. "Well my lady I am glad its worthy of your greatness."

She laughed that same haughty laugh you'd grown to enjoy hearing even if it was a little strained.

"Would my lady enjoy some crêpes to clense her palette of savory tastes?"

"Yes a batch of crêpes sounds wonderful my humble chef."

You stand and bow hoping this play was helping her recover from whatever state she was in. Turning to make a small batch of crěpes you don't notice the way she slumps in her seat.

You dust the crêpes in powders sugar, lemon juice and fill them with creme and chopped fruit. A plate of two crěpes is placed in from of Furina with a smile. Your smile fades seeing her downtrodden look again.

"La- Furina? Is everything okay?"

"It should be... but it's not" was her response. You watch as tears slip down her cheeks. She tries to quickly wipe them away. "Ahhahaha.. how silly, I don't know why.. an overflow of hydro yes it must be."

You walk round the table and stand by her. "Furina, you can tell me whats wrong. You- you don't have to hide anymore."

It seems that small push was all it takes for her to allow herself to break. She turns and practically falls into your arms and sobs. "It was going so well. But then I messed up again. I really am useless" She cried into your arms her sentences broken up by bouts of heartbreaking sobs.

Saying anything felt like a bad idea for now so you remover her hat and simply stroke her head while she cries into your chest. You don't know how long it takes but you patiently wait for her tears to dry and her sobbing to subside. Grabbing a soft handkerchief you lift her face and dab at her cheeks. You watch her eyes widen as if she realised she was actually crying into a living person rather than a plushie.

"I- I-"

"Furina, its okay.. you aren't useless and you are still learning right. You have no idea how many cuts and burns on my arms and hands I have scars for just from cooking. Hahaha. It happens my lady. But if I may be so bold, its not about the accident is it?"

You pause before speaking again, not wanting her to have any excuses you make sure to beat her to the punch.

"Have you mourned yet? You status as an archon? Your position in Fontaines elite? Your friendship with Monsieur Neuvillette? Anything else I am not privy to."

It wasn't the most elegant way to put it. Some might call it cruel but she needed to confront this in order to move on.

You begin to regret your decision when you see Furina hang her head and cry again, much more subdued this time. You open your mouth to apologise but-

"You're right... I've been ignoring it all instead of dealing with it. I thought I could just move on, and 'improve myself' and everything would be okay."

She spoke so harshly of her own thoughts. You shake your head and sigh.

"Don't be mean to yourself Furina. Your only mistake was isolating yourself, but if I may be so bold, again. I'm here. And I want to help you, I've always liked spending time with you so I'd be more than happy to be your friend."

She began to sob again. "You want to be my friend? You'll stay by my side even when I'm like this.."

"Yes Furina, that is what I want. As long as you want it to." You open your arms letting her hug you again. She was crying, but at least her tears were happy this time.

[fandomrose]

Blade- Scars of love.

Hello- this is a Blade 'what I think he'd be like in a relationship with a non-immortal.' Or rather a scenario I just dreamt up one day.

I tried to make his character as believable to Canon as possible, but, well its Blade and he's a bit 'not suited to a relationship.'

I do think he is alot different than alot of popular portrails of him. Alot calmer most of the time. Alot more caring but also not outwardly. Very much a ride or die (lol) man. And very dramatic. (We love)

There are warnings because.. Blade.

So content warnings for: angst, talks of life and death, blood, injuries, scarring.

Enjoy 💙

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Today started like any other. You and your partner Blade had just finished a sparring session and had showered together to clean off. It was a nice time, the two of you bonded through battle and through a, mostly innocent, intimate bathing time.

Like any other day you and Blade lay in bed completely naked as you trace his scars softly. The two of you were very comfortable with each others bodies at this point, blade never saw any point in being squeemish over nudity and that eventually rubbed off on you. His eyes are closed and his breathing even, if you didn't know his body so well you would think him asleep. You were jolted out of your reverence of his scars by his voice softly calling out to you though his eyes remain comfortably closed.

"What is your fascination with my scars? Do you not find them unsightly?" His voice was rough as always, but there was a softer quality to it than usual even if he was still intense.

"Hmm, no. On one hand its sad that you've been hurt so much but, I like your scars, they are attractive." You kept tracing them as if trying to prove your point.

"Good, you are strange from what I understand, but good its good you like them..."

You wondered what had gotten into him this evening, he never asked anything like this before. Even if he tried to seem blasé, he definitely had something 'scar related' on his mind.

"Of course I like them, they are a part of you. Also you'd be surprised, there are quite a few people that find scars attractive."

He didn't answer but you noticed that his breathing got slightly heavier.

"I want to ask you something.." You were once again startled by his voice. He sounded a lot more intense and slightly hesitant.

You looked up at him jolting slightly when you saw his eyes open and stare you down.

"Of course Blade what do you want to ask me?" His intensity was slightly alarming, clearly what ever he was thinking was deeply important to him.

"... I would like you to contribute to the scars you enjoy so much..."

"What? Blade, what do you mean?" You think you understand but surely he can't be actually asking you to injure him.

"I mean I want you to cut into me deeply, scar me, leave an everlasting mark on my body." He said it so simply, albeit incredibly intensly. He'd clearly has been thinking of it for a while.

You were shocked speechless and his request brought up the insecurities of your relationship. You are mortal, he is not. He had sworn off love after being betrayed by his best friends, he couldn't even fathom a romance before you. But you are mortal, and you will leave him behind one day unless he finds a way to die sooner. Elio claims he can't see the future you and Blade will share so you are both taking a shot in the dark with this very unlikely relationship.

Blade was still staring at you waiting for your response. He wasn't a fool, he knew this would be a big deal for you. Hurting Blade was out of the question in your mind, you hated him getting hurt let alone you being the one to hurt him, dispite his healing abilities. So he knew to let you wait to make a decision he would wait for you.

After a short while of deliberation you eventually decide to say... "yes, okay, I will scar you, but-" You put your finger up getting his attention for your terms. "I want us to prepare properly, towels, a med kit, sterile equipment. Even if it won't kill you I won't have you getting an infection."

"I want you to use I knife I made for you" was his only response. You sigh deeply.

"That's not safe blade..." He raised his eyebrow and looked at you blankly.

"I'll be fine, you know that."

You sigh again going silent to think before you nod. "Yes you'll be fine I know I just.. don't want to hurt you unnecessarily. Obviously there will be pain I mean you want me to cut into you so deeply it scars for a long time-"

During your worried ramble blade sits up and covers your mouth with his large hand. "Enough, I, will, be, fine. I know you care about my wellbeing for reasons I don't fully understand, but I will be fine. I want this. You- will leave me one day and I want something to remember you by, marked on this retched body. Though I would rather die by your side."

He had never verbally acknowledged the reality the two of you face and neither had you, preferring to leave it hanging above you both like a guillotine. You feel sharp, hot tears prick your eyes, blinking rapidly to be rid of them.

"Don't cry, it is mearly reality" He said simply as if he didn't have a care in the world. He did though, he cared and you knew it. He wouldn't have requested to be carved into by you if he didn't. It was such a bittersweet request and it touched you to know he cared but your very soul ached at the reason.

Blade twisted his hand to wipe the couple of tears that dropped from your eyes. Sniffling, you regain the courage to speak.

"I know it's reality but it doesn't make it hurt less. I really love you, you know. I can't fathom leaving you alone in this vast universe." You lean your head into his hand and breath deeply before continuing. "I will do it, I will scar you with the knife you made for me... what would you even want me to scar into you? Have you thought about it?"

"I have, I want it to be simple but memorable, not something that can be easily replicated by a random injury and something that wouldn't take you too long to do.... I couldn't think of something specific though do you have anything that fits that description?"

He really did think of nearly everything, even going so far to think of your own comfort. Something did come to mind though, something that did fit the description and symbolised you fairly well. You retrieve the knife he made you and look at the carvings, one was an intricate symbol of love from the Xianzhou and the other was a simple four-pointed star. A representative of you and the way you two met. Under a large four-pointed star that was suspended in chains, hanging above you on the world of your birth. That same four-pointed star would be your symbol of existence from birth to after death.

"I have an idea blade." He saw you looking at your knife and nodded a rare soft, almost inperceivable smile on his face.

"Alright, let's get set up then.." blade rose from his place on the bed and retrieved a med kit and some black towels. You could feel your heart beating faster with nerves as you watch him move through the room retrieving the necessary items and laying them out on the bed.

"Here we go. ... is everything okay? Do you still want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm just nervous, what if I make it badly, or ugly."

Blade frowned and you couldn't help but think you said something wrong.

"The purpose of the scar is to remember you by not be pretty"

"Right yes I know but I can't help but worry."

Blade just nodded and layed down taking deep breaths as he prepped himself mentally.

"I'm ready when you are... the scar is to go over my heart. Just to clarify."

You nod and move to straddle his lap sitting on his stomach be in the position to cut into his chest.

Blade looked relaxed beneath you, his arms were underneath his head and his eyes were closed. He was awake just more relaxed than you feel he had the right to be considering your own anxiety about what you were about to do.

The knife felt heavy in your hand as you spun it vertically in your hands trying to stop the shaking of your hands.

As if being able to feel your nerves, without you registering his movements blade pulls you down by the shoulders and gives you a short kiss on the lips then pushes you back up.

You definitely weren't shaking anymore. You felt slightly dazed at the speed he moved and the feeling of his lips against yours however brief. You blink out of the stupor to look down at Blade. He had put himself in the previous position but this time had a smirk on his face.

"Alright Blade, thank you. I'm- I'm going to start now."

"By all means, I am ready when you are."

You take a few deep breaths and lower the tip of the knife above his heart. The knife is sharp and it cuts through his skin easily. You know you have to move quickly to avoid causing him more discomfort. You cut deep and avoid flinching when you hear him suck in a pained breath. The process of creating the four-pointed star on this chest takes less than 2 minutes, but for you it feels like an eternity. Making the last cut you feel a deep sense of relief and satisfaction.

Blade had his eyes open and was watching your face shift signalling you were done. He looked down at the wound. There was alot of blood and once you registered the blood you felt you face pale as you hop off of his lap and get the gauze, bandages and another smaller towel. You dabbed away some of the blood then covered the wound with the gauze and the towel pushing down to stop the bleeding.

Blade was silent throughout the process other than an occasional gasp of pain. Once the bleeding had slowed down to an almost stop blade abruptly stood taking the towel and gauze off before walking to the full length mirror to admire the wound. He almost reverently traced over the open wound with an almost twisted grin on his face.

You smile shakily, genuinely happy to have made him happy. You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist and although you know the answer you ask anyway. "Are you happy with it Blade?"

It takes him a few moment to answer, he meets your eyes in the mirror. "Yes, it's perfect. You will always be with me now." He sounds wistful almost as if in a dreamland.

You watch in fascination as the wound slowly closes before your eyes leaving a deep and perfect scar over his heart of your four-pointed star.

"Thank you my star, no matter where you go, I will follow your guidance until our souls meet again."

[fandomrose]

Neuvillette post 4.2 reverse comfort.

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This fic is canon compliant. Almost character study-esque.

Friend's to almost lovers

I believe that post 4.2 he would begin opening himself up more to humanity and therefore would begin to consider romance even if he could lose them to time.

There will be some spoilers but they are more implied than anything.

I kept it Gender neutral and as appearance and trait neutral as I could as such it should be friendly to most.

Anyway please enjoy. 💙

The clean-up and relief efforts post-prophecy were almost complete and Fontaine was almost back to functioning like normal. You were aiding some of the Maison Gardinale and Gestionnaires with cleaning up the inside of the Palais Mermonia, a commission you were taking on as a Fontaine-based adventurer.

At around midday Lady Furina arrived at the Palais and immediately went to see Monsieur Neuvillette. Not an odd sight but the expression on her face and her complete lack of acknowledgement of anyone else's presence was odd. Whatever it was that she was seeing Neuvillette about, it was serious.

Worry pricked the back of your mind for the couple of hours that she was in Monsieur Neuvillette's office for. If Sedine noticed your mild distress she never mentioned it, just giving you an extra slice of cake for lunch. It was around lunch that rain started to fall steadily from the sky.

You and Neuvillette weren't the closest of companions but you had a pleasant enough relationship with the man. It could be said that you were one of the people he had allowed himself to get close to. And you held a, in your mind, healthy amount of affection for the man. As a result he and Lady Furina were on your mind the entirety of your hired time.

When it came time for the end of your shift Lady Furina finally emerged looking exhausted and you swore you could see a couple of tear tracks run down her cheeks as she briskly walks through the Palais office. You wonder in the back of your mind if you should check on her but before you can make up your mind Sedine approaches.

"Um hello, I was wondering if you have the time to take this water to Monsieur Neuvillette? I know it is the end of your contracted time with us today but ah,-" She gestures to a waterproof box labelled 'pyro treated Mondstadt spring water.' It looked far too heavy for a Melusine to carry.

"Ah Sedine of course I can. Don't worry about it." You pick up the box, struggling with the weight a little, there is quite the volume of water. You guessed a stressed Neuvillette craved fresh spring water. You nod to Sedine before approaching Monsieur Neuvillette's office. Sudden nerves overtake you as you remember Lady Furinas visit. You take a deep breath and knock on the door gently with your foot.

"You may enter." Monsieur Neuvillette answered the knock and you push the door open gently with the same foot you knocked with. He sounded tired as well though that was unsurprising, as far as you were aware he was almost single-handedly trying to lead Fontaine in the relief efforts.

"Hello Monsieur I was asked to bring this to you- 'pyro-treated sping water from mondstadt.'"

Neuvillette looked up from his desk and relaxed a little upon seeing you there. "Ah hello, thank you for bringing that to me, please just rest it on one of the benches." His voice sounded strained and tired as he spoke, a far cry from how put together he typically sounded.

"Neuvillette-" you began, as you put the box of water down on a bench. Seriously though why does this man have so many benches and sofas in his office? "-are you alright?" You wince slightly, unused to offering comfort to a stoic man.

Neuvillette pauses clearly debating whether or not to say anything. You begin to doubt yourself just as Neuvillette, uncharacteristically quiet and hesitant, speaks up. "Could I- trust you with something? It won't be too detailed but- I could use some advice... if you are willing." I note that the rain outside seems to be growing heavier.

"I- of course-" you walk closer and stand by his desk giving him your full attention.

There were a few moments of silence, Neuvillette clearly debating what so say and how to say it.

"I feel conflicted-" you almost startle at the suddenness of his proclamation, staying silent you just listen. "I understand my function and my duties, I understand Furina and her need for a rest after all of this and I understand what we must do for Fontaine to prosper once again." He pauses again deep in contemplation at how to say what he wants to say. "I understand why this happened and why- certain things I cannot say had to happen but. Even with this understanding I feel grief at this turn of events. Everyone is safe and Furina is free to live a normal life, I understand my position and I am whole. By all accounts I have everything I wanted and yet I cannot bring myself to be happy."

You feel stunned, you have never seen Neuvillette like this, the rain was coming down like it did on the day of the Great flood. And there were tears? Yes tears, screaming down his cheeks. He didn't even seem to notice them. The next words out of his mouth break your heart a little. "Why? I don't understand."

After a mere moments hesitation you step around his desk and stand before him, the action grabbing his attention. You lift your hands to hover over his cheeks. "May I?" You whisper. Neuvillette looks a little confused but nods anyway. You place your hands on his cheeks and wipe his tears. He seemingly unconsciously leaned into your touch "I don't, and can't know the extent of these feelings as I don't have all of the information but, it sounds like you are grieving. Not to mention the built up stress that the prophecy and its event have likely caused you. And I can assume that conversation with Furina was not a wholly pleasant one?"

He simply shook his head sadly taking your hands away from his face. He looked like he wanted something but couldn't figure out what. You pause and open your arms, again he hesitates, confused, but steps into your embrace and gingerly wraps his arms around your shoulders, you feel him tremble slightly. You figure he is likely unused to physical contact.

You open your mouth to speak again but Neuvillette beats you to it. "I just don't understand why this time is different. My chest hurts when I think about it and my head starts to ache. And I know the rain is causing trouble for everyone, we are trying to dry Fontaine not drown it again."

"Um- I know this may be a controversial statement but I don't think you need to understand emotions, and why you are feeling them, in order to feel them in the first place. Just let youself feel, catharsis is good for the soul. Or so they say."

Neuvillette pulls back from your embrace looking conflicted again. "Catharsis hmm." Neuvillette looks out the window frowning at the sight of the rain. Your gaze follows his. It was hard to know what he was thinking, he always was difficult to read.

Silence falls again but a question that follows something he said earlier pops into your mind. "Neuvillette..? Why would the rain be your fault?"

Neuvillettes gaze turns to you and he sighs ".. you know don't you?"

You definitely had your suspicions, you've been around him when it's raining enough to make connections but consequence is not causation and you thought it was silly at the time, even with his long life. But his response..

"You are the hydro dragon aren't you Neuvillette."

"Yes" He said simply and easily as if admitting that was the easiest thing he'd done all day. You couldn't bring yourself to be surprised it made too much sense.

"I see, that make sense" was your own equally as simple response.

Things went quiet again but it was still raining, lighter but still raining. "Neuvillette, what do you think about what I said? About 'not needing to understand' and 'catharsis'?"

"Wouldn't understanding emotions make it easier to feel and express them?"

"Not even regular people understand emotions or why they happen. Alot of the time they 'think' they do though. And there is nothing wrong with that we all have things we don't understand, and yet we push through and do it anyway. You didn't understand why you were asked to be ludex but you still did your duty. So why is a lack of understanding stopping you from experiencing the emotions you feel?"

"... I don't know how to answer that. Truthfully I don't know myself."

"How about we stop trying to use our brains for now? We can just feel, let yourself have time to grieve Neuvillette. If you are worried about the rain.. well there will be less rain in the long run if you let your emotions run their course now."

Neuvillette looked down at his hands that were resting on his cane then back up at the window. "How do I do that?" His voice sounded oddly small in that moment. He desired to let it out but couldn't figure it out.

"Think of what was upsetting you and let it run through your mind. Don't will those thoughts away just let it happen."

"... can I hold you again?"

"You can" You answer quickly sensing the mild desperation in his voice. Neuvillette dismissed his cane and almost fell into your arms. You could feel him trembling again as you watched the rain get heavier. You almost unconsciously started rubbing his back as he quietly cried into your shoulder. You get the sense that while the saying is 'hydro dragon hydro dragon, don't cry' that this hydro dragon has not yet actually cried. You lose track of time at how long he embraces you but eventually the sky clears. Night has fallen and the moon and stars almost appear to shine brighter.

I feel Neuvillette take a large shaky breath before he removed himself from your arms once more.

"Thank you. You really are a wonderful person." Neuvillette's voice was tired but he did sound slightly more relaxed. You find your face heating slightly at his words, feeling unused to such praise from him.

"It's not a wonderful trait to be there for someone you care about. It's only natural."

"Hmm I suppose but that doesn't stop you from being a wonderful person with wonderful traits."

The bluntness of his words only seemed to heat your cheeks further. You say nothing as you take up a spot next to him looking at the clear sky. A new closeness between the two of you that you can only imagine what could happen between you next.

And for Neuvillette the events of the past few weeks had opened up the dam he had unconsciously built between him and the rest of Fontaine. He now, like Furina, wanted to experience what it was like to be human. His waters ran free and, as he looked at the stars shining in your eyes, he began to long for an experience he previously thought impossible for him.

[fandomrose]

Hello, this is Fandomrose. Or just rose if you prefer.

This will be a fanfic type blog of whatever I happen to have inspiration to write.

I am 25 years old, as such I would ask minors to not interact on my posts however you are free to read them at your leisure as I cannot stop you and they will be SFW anyway.

This blog will be strictly SFW. I'm thinking of having a separate blog for NSFW but not sure yet.

Main fandoms will probably be

+ Genshin Impact

+ Honkai star rail

+ Final Fantasy XVI

+ Fire emblem 3 houses

It will likely mostly be 'X Reader' but I might dabble with ship posts if I have inspiration. I'm not the biggest shipper but occasionally I get the shipping feels.

I won't be taking asks or anything for a while but I may open up for suggestions or asks eventually.

But yea I hope you enjoy what I put out. Much love.