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Messy Miracles prompt

Albedo/Scaramouche

Tags: Drabble, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Exes, for scarabedo week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter).

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The unimpressed expression on Albedo’s face hasn’t left ever since Wanderer first stepped foot in the blond’s campsite. For once, there is not a retort tucked up in his tongue. He’s too embarrassed to even speak. Albedo does it for him.

“For Barbatos’ sake, Wanderer. Where did you get that child?” his voice almost cracked at the end. Wanderer would laugh, but well, this is a serious situation he can’t wiggle himself from. He can’t even believe that his feet took him here of all places.

The child in question babbles in his arms, completely unaware of the situation he’s in right now. How envious.

Wanderer ignores Albedo’s question. He repositions the child to be held more comfortably and says, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

It isn’t entirely a lie. He knows that he could’ve gone back to Sumeru to inquire for help from the God of Wisdom, sure that she’d support him and the kid in his arms—yet he didn’t. Here he is, standing shamelessly at the mouth of his ex’s campsite, a heavy feeling settling in his chest.

Albedo knows this as well. He doesn’t say a word. He lets Wanderer further in the camp, footsteps calculated as he grabs necessary materials for the child. Wanderer watches him flutter about, unwelcomed nostalgia swallowing him whole. It takes him back to a time that Albedo worries for him instead. Maybe that’s why his feet took him here. He can deny it all he wants, but his longing for the blond alchemist never ceased to exist.

A glass of water is thrusted in his face. When Wanderer shifts his eyes upward, Albedo is there to meet him. “You must be tired. Go rest; I’ll take care of him for now.”

When he passes the child to Albedo, Wanderer begins to feel the general heaviness in his body. It had been a while since he’d carried a child. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. He shoves further thoughts at the back of his head, stretching as he stands up to walk over the familiar route to Albedo’s campsite bed, climbing in with no regard to the owner’s thoughts of him resting there.

He’s so close to falling asleep. Before he lets the darkness fully consume him, he turns and calls Albedo. He doesn’t know if a smile is visible on his face, but right now, he can’t seem to care. When their gazes meet, Wanderer mouths, “Thank you,” then his eyes slide shut.

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Assassination prompt

Albedo/Scaramouche

Tags: Drabble, Secret Identities, Enemies, Mission Gone Wrong, Assassin Albedo, Target Scaramouche, Flirty Scaramouche, Minor Character Death, for scarabedo week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter).

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The mission is simple enough: take out the Fatui’s eleventh harbinger, the Balladeer, as quietly as possible. Kreideprinz can do that. He’s skilled enough to do that. It’s why he’s the one tasked to assassinate the Balladeer and not anyone else.

The Balladeer’s cover is interestingly clever. Who would suspect the charming bookstore owner Scaramouche to be a cold murderer at night? The first time Kreideprinz had seen him reading a book and surrounded by children, he’d almost doubted the intel sent to him. But when their eyes met across the small street, Kreideprinz was sure. That’s the Balladeer in disguise.

Finding the optimal location to get a better view of the Balladeer, he immediately assembles the rifle given to him by the agency. It’s big—not bigger than him but still big nonetheless—when properly assembled. After a double, triple, quadruple check, he settles in position and waits.

Kreideprinz checks in with his partner. A crackle in his earpiece is heard, then he can hear the soft but firm voice of Ampulla respond with "copy". The silence greets him as soon as she turns off her mic. He assumes that it may be a while before the Balladeer walks through the double doors of their building but Kreideprinz can wait. It’s part of the job to be patient, after all.

He doesn’t know if it has been minutes or hours since he’d assumed his position on top of the adjacent building when finally the Balladeer appears with bodyguards surrounding him. Those small fries aren’t a problem for Kreideprinz. His aim is insanely accurate, calculated right down to the smallest detail. It’s his well-known asset. He’s sure he wouldn’t fail this one mission as well.

His finger closes around the trigger, preparing to pull it at the right time, but he suddenly halts in the action. Breath hitching, he watches helplessly with wide eyes as the Balladeer turns his gaze towards the building he’s in, seemingly looking straight at him. The harbinger sends a wink and blows a kiss.

He’s seen him.

He’s seen right through him.

Kreideprinz pulls the trigger. It doesn’t hit his target. One of the small fries shoots straight to the floor instead, a new hole in his head, but Kreideprinz could care less. He scrambles to put away all his equipment, Ampulla’s panicking voice in his ear.

“Aborting the mission. The Balladeer knows of our move.”

Kreideprinz exhales. The Balladeer’s electrifying gaze never leaves his mind.

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Royalty AU prompt

Albedo/Scaramouche

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, Arranged Marriage, Prince Kabukimono, Duke Albedo, Eloping, for scarabedo week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter).

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“Duke Albedo, are you sure this will work?” Kabukimono nervously looks around, his hand tightly clasped with the other’s. “I’m—I’m not sure I can pull this off…”

The duke gives him a reassuring squeeze. It comforts Kabukimono, his tense body relaxing at the sight of Albedo’s comforting smile. Despite having met a few days ago, Kabukimono already feels close to the man—closer than he’d ever been with any other people in his life. Being forbidden to exit the castle walls will do that, alongside maids that seem more afraid of him than necessary.

“It’s okay, Your Highness,” says Albedo. “It will also be my first time. It is I who should ask if you still want to do this?”

Kabukimono shakes his head. “Uh, yes! Yes, Your Grace, I’m not backing out. I’m just…I guess, a little bit nervous?” a shaky smile forms on his lips, embarrassed at the admission, though Albedo doesn’t seem to mind. The duke kneels down, bringing their intertwined hands near his face, kissing Kabukimono’s hand.

“If it is my prince’s wish, then I shall make it come true.”

The person to wed with Albedo will certainly be a lucky person. Not only is the duke’s physical appearance pleasant to the eye, so does his gentlemanly attitude towards people and his innate intelligence. Kabukimono is sure that anyone will fall head over heels with the duke.

The prince’s face reddens; it can be rivaled to a tomato by how scarlet it is against his pale skin. He’s been reminded that he is the one to be wedded with Albedo.

“Please rise, Duke Albedo.” Said man follows the prince’s order at haste. Kabukimono lets out a breath of relief. “Thank you. Now, um, can we please continue making our way to the nearest church? I’m afraid that the Empress already has orders to find me. I really don’t want to be wedded to a stranger arranged by my mother!”

“Yet you’re fine to have me as your spouse? I am but a stranger as well, my prince.” Albedo teases the prince. In return, Kabukimono looks up at him with a pout on his lips. The duke pauses to regain his bearings. The prince’s too cute for his own good.

“Stop teasing me and let’s get married already!”

Kabukimono clamps a hand on his mouth for his outburst. Will it always be like this with Albedo? He wishes it won’t be—the embarrassment would kill him. Maidens near them swoon at Kabukimono’s exclamation, envy obvious by the looks they gave the two royals on the run.

Before Kabukimono can apologize to the duke, Albedo has already spoken. “Don’t worry, Your Highness. Just a few more strides and we’ll be wedded soon.”

Kabukimono is sure that he’d never once swallowed a butterfly in his life, yet it feels like a kaleidoscope of them is fluttering in his stomach. Shyly, he nods, clasping his other hand on top of their already intertwined ones. With a determined glint in his eyes, he declares, “Let’s, my future husband.”

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Gardening prompt

Albedo/Scaramouche

Tags: Drabble, Angst, Fluff, Time Loop, Established Relationship, for scarabedo week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter).

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Scaramouche doesn’t know how long he’s been running for. Has it already been minutes? Hours? He isn’t sure. He hasn’t been sure of anything for a long time. He’s always known time is something consistent, not as fickle as it’s currently being.

Maybe if he runs fast enough, then he can—

Without warning, his vision blurs, bile rising up his throat, his head feeling like it’s splitting in half. All of those combined results in him tripping on his feet. Black spots that have appeared in his vision rapidly spread and soon enough he can’t feel his body anymore. It’s too soon for this, he thinks, yet with a defeated, strangled cough, he allows the darkness to pull him from consciousness.

Scaramouche is up soon.

His crusty eyes open with difficulty, not even attempting to stifle a yawn. He thinks he can hear a door opening and the sound of light footsteps approaching him, but he can’t be too sure. The coldness of the bed is luring him back to sleep.

“Sweetheart,” someone calls. “Wake up.” The voice is soft and sweet like honey. It further lulls Scaramouche. A gentle shake finally rouses him, though he doesn’t appreciate being woken up in the morning for no reason. His expression forms a frown when he rolls over to try and see who’s been bothering him.

Golden tufts of hair shine brightly under the sunlight. Blue eyes softly gaze at him, a small smile etched on the beauty’s face. It’s a sight to behold.

Snap out of it.

All too soon, the illusion fades. Scaramouche is glad he doesn’t have vertigo; he’s sure he’d trigger it by how fast he bolts up from his bed. Albedo looks at him, with lips quirked in an amused smile and eyebrows shot up in confusion. It’s achingly familiar. He dreads the moment he’ll get sick of it.

Albedo doesn’t address his behavior. After giving him a morning kiss, Albedo is almost out the door when he turns and says, “Make sure to help with the gardening today,” then he’s gone.

Despair has Scaramouche in a vice grip. He gulps at the reminder. His head aches from trying not to think about the sure event that will happen later in the day.

Albedo’s plants won’t grow no matter how many times Scaramouche waters them. The day will only repeat—so will Scaramouche’s nightmare turned reality.

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Domestic prompt

Venti/Xiao

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, Movie Nights, Sleepy Xiao, Established Relationship, for xiaoven week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter).

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“I won’t fall asleep this time.”

Xiao says it with such conviction that Venti almost believes him. Despite Xiao’s determination, however, it wouldn’t suddenly erase the evidence that are the moments wherein he fell asleep on Venti’s shoulder during their movie nights.

“You already said it many times ago!” huffs Venti, his cheeks puffing. “I expect better results from now on.”

“I’ll try my best, lover.”

Yet, roughly forty-five minutes later into the movie, Venti feels a heavy weight on his head, a clear indicator that Xiao did fall asleep again this time around. With a sigh, Venti maneuvers the both of them so Venti is comfortably sitting against the couch while Xiao is sleeping soundly on his lap. The movie still plays in the background, seemingly acting as a lullaby, and Venti has no plans on turning it off for a while.

He doesn’t follow Xiao into the dreamland just yet. Carefully reaching out a hand, he starts to stroke Xiao’s hair, once, twice, until it becomes a routine. Xiao, amid his soft snores, sighs in quiet delight at the sensation of his lover’s gentle caresses. The sight brings a smile to Venti's face. He doesn’t mind that Xiao falls asleep during their movie nights. Seeing this side of his lover is an opportunity he wouldn’t pass on, after all.

Venti is Xiao’s resting place. To deny his lover any rest is a sin that Venti isn’t willing to commit. Unable to stop himself, he leans down with a slight struggle, then plants a featherlight kiss on Xiao’s forehead.

“Rest well, my dearest.”

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Poetry prompt

Venti/Xiao

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, Light Angst, Poetry Club Member Xiao, Poetry Club Member Venti, for xiaoven week 2024

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Taking risks is Venti’s specialty. For a person who has borrowed time in the world, he’s enthusiastic when it comes to grabbing opportunities left and right. No matter how highly uncertain a situation is, no matter how many times he’d fail, he’d always try again. Always taking risks again.

However, despite his bravery, there is one thing he wouldn’t risk.

“Is today’s poem not to your liking?” asks Xiao while not daring to meet his gaze, shyness evident in his expression.

“Quite the opposite, actually.”

Hope glimmers in Xiao’s eyes, seemingly shining brighter than the fluorescent lights of the room. The sight has Venti weak in the knees. For someone as aloof as Xiao, Venti wouldn’t expect him to have a passion for poetry.

It's a surprising trait that Xiao possesses, and part of the reason for Venti’s admiration towards Xiao the first time he’d sought Venti out for advice in creating poetry. He can’t help but to think that it’s sweet how he’s a witness to Xiao’s improvement when it comes to writing.

Loving poetry has become more than just a hobby from that moment on. Instead, it became a bridge connecting him and Xiao, either through sharing constructive criticisms, extra hours after school, and lingering stares that the other doesn’t seem to notice.

It’s an unexpected friendship that has developed, one that Venti isn’t willing to risk—even going as far as to drown out the blossoming feelings deep within his heart.

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Wedding prompt

Venti/Xiao

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, Soft Xiao, for xiaoven week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter)

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Clink, clink, clink.

Along with it are the cheers for the newlyweds to kiss. The couple smiles, shy and giddy altogether, before planting a chaste kiss on each other’s lips. The excited crowd lets out whoops and whistles, as if it’s their first time witnessing two people kissing, as if it’s a historical moment that should be written in books.

Xiao doesn’t pay attention to any of that. What matters right now is the man beside him: Cheeks flushed, eyes twinkling under the string lights, dimples showing from how hard he’s smiling. His once neat hair has become unruly, a result of him failing to sit still for the entirety of the wedding reception. Xiao reaches out, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

Will Venti be as excited as this if it’s their wedding instead?

The thought makes Xiao halt in his movements. His heart flutters as his stomach does several backflips. The pause went on for long enough that Venti noticed the hand hovering near his face.

“What’s up?” amid the rowdy background noise, Xiao hears Venti’s whisper loud and clear, concern evident in Venti’s eyes. “Are you overwhelmed? Do we need to go home?”

Xiao shakes his head. He leans in to reply, “No. I was just thinking.”

“Must be serious, huh,” hums Venti. Despite Xiao’s assurance, Venti grabs his hand and interlocks their fingers together, scooting closer to him. A silent comfort. Xiao thanks Venti by pressing a kiss on the latter’s hair, inhaling the familiar scent of wine and cecilia of his lover.

“Yeah,” he agrees while caressing his ring finger. “Really serious.”

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Is it over now? prompt

Venti/Xiao

Tags: Drabble, Angst, Post-Break up, for xiaoven week 2024

Originally posted on X (formerly Twitter).

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Returning to an empty home is an occurrence foreign to Xiao. He’d announce his arrival, waiting for an excited greeting from the one person he sees his future with—then, with a growing sour feeling in his chest, none would come but a deafening silence that Xiao is yet to be accustomed to.

This feeling, this situation, the absence of the one person he’d love to hear from again… it’s so awful that Xiao has the urge to vomit up the feelings he’d bottled up inside him. He’d wish, on a daily basis, that this is only a nightmare and not the reality he’s living in. But all he can do is go to bed and relive the feeling all over again—today, tomorrow, on another day—with every reminder showing up at every corner.

(The mug he uses in the morning. The scent of the fabric softener whenever he dries his clothes. The channel he’d subconsciously switch to. The forgotten clothes that are too small to fit him.)

Venti ought to have cheated instead. Perhaps Xiao would be able to move on quite quickly, resenting him and never looking back.

But Venti didn’t.

One day, he’d woken up with the knowledge that he had fallen out of love, leaving Xiao to drown in the wake of it. Never moving on, always asking if it is over now.

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At Hour 8

Midoriya Izuku/Rody Soul

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, Soft Rody Soul, Friendship, Secret Crush, Post-World Heroes' Mission

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The time from Otheon to Japan is quite long. It doesn't deter Rody from communicating with Deku. Day and night, he looks forward to Deku's messages, sent to his shabby phone that sometimes doesn't work unless he slams it onto the counter. One time he'd done that at work, Stanleyk sends him a fierceful glare that he'd rightfully ignored.

Their conversations are either sent at close intervals or at extremely long ones. A result from an 8-hour difference, Rody supposes. Sometimes, he wishes Deku had stayed even just for another month after the final battle with that Humarise head honcho. Maybe he'd find out more about him than the measly days they spent together running away from the authorities.

No use crying over spilt milk. Deku is studying to be a hero (even though he's already a hero in Rody's eyes—and his siblings' as well) and Rody, well, he's trying to self-study aeronautics for beginners while working and taking care of his siblings. It's not the best situation but Rody wouldn't trade it for anything.

The dim light from his shitty phone illuminates his face. He shields it from his sleeping siblings, not wanting to wake them up, and types a message for Deku to see.

Today at 10:15PM

Can I call you tonight?

The phone had long since gone silent, but not for long. Dialing Deku's number, Rody puts the phone by his ear, shooing an overexcited Pino out of the way. When Deku picks up the phone, Rody is consumed by an electrifying feeling, making him shiver from head to toe. Deku's voice filtering out his phone's shitty speaker doesn't help.

"Hello? Rody?" the Japanese accent is still heavy on Deku's tongue even after nights of talking with Rody. It's endearing. He hopes it won't go away.

"Heya, hero," says Rody. "How's life out there saving people?"

Judging from Deku's excited giggle, Rody is in for another all-nighter. Reclining in their old sofa in an attempt to be comfortable, he listens to Deku ramble on and on until it's time for him to head out soon. Pino perches on his shoulder, listening to the voice coming from the speaker. He can tell that they are both enamored with the hero-in-training.

A softer smile spreads on his lips. Perhaps Rody should convince Deku to come back in Otheon someday.

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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Come Back to Me.

Another batch of s8 klance edits! Do you guys remember those pre-s8 theories that Keith was going to be mind-controlled by Honerva and how keith and lance were going to fight in the astral plane? I like to think that this would be the aftermath of that. Part 1 of 2.

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“Your hands are cold.”

A little something inspired by @bittenred’s Pride & Prejudice Klance AU. Keith as Mr Darcy is… too good. 

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told me it was for the best

not sure if that was true

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once a puppy, always a puppy uwu

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Go od n i ght

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