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[mikuthedragon]

The firehouse was quiet. Too quiet.

Y/N leaned casually against the counter, sipping on a soda they had swiped from the fridge. Everything was peaceful, for once. No chaos. No screaming. No—

BOOM.

The entire building shook as an explosion rattled the ground outside, sending vibrations through the floor. A few picture frames wobbled dangerously on the walls.

Everyone froze. "so much for everything being peaceful"

Heatwave slowly turned his head toward Y/N, who had not moved. They just took another sip of their drink, completely unfazed.

Then, after a long pause, they finally spoke.

"Kade blew up…"

Silence.

Heatwave’s visor flickered. Blades let out a horrified gasp. Boulder tensed. Chase muttered something about preparing a police report.

Y/N took one more sip of soda. Then, just as casually:

"…A tree."

The collective exhale from the Rescue Bots was palpable.

"YOU CAN’T JUST PAUSE LIKE THAT!" Blades wailed, clutching his chassis. "I THOUGHT HE DIED!"

Boulder sighed in relief. "Oh, good. Just a tree."

"Not good!" Heatwave snapped. "WHY DID HE BLOW UP A TREE?!"

Y/N shrugged, finally pushing off the counter. "I dunno, science? Something about ‘testing controlled explosions’ and ‘I saw it in a movie once.’ Honestly, I stopped listening halfway through."

Heatwave let out the deepest, most tired sigh/grumble. "I swear to Primus, I am going to kill that kid."

Blades still looked traumatized. "But the pause, Y/N! The pause! You can’t just do that to people!"

Y/N grinned. "Oh, but I can."

[mikuthedragon]

In the sea of love, one finds a Poppy

Poppy x MessyFem!Reader

Hmm.. Where are we again ? Oh yes in the counselor's office. They weren't happy you started fireworks on school grounds again. You understand fireworks under normal circumstances were dangerous.. But yours were purely illusory, harmless in other words.. You listen to the counselor and slowly zone out. You nod a few times to make it seem like you're paying attention and when you zone back in, you hear the counselor saying "I'm so glad we could reach an agreement, and we're happy to welcome you to the student council"

Huh that's weird, you walk out of the office in alright condition. Next time, you'll ask why they wanted you to join. The other thing you remember the counselor saying is "to see the school secretary to submit the admission form".

You turn to your left and see a bright pink haired lady. You walk over and she immediately asks you if you're new around here or need a freshly laminated id. You reply no to both questions, but tell her you need help with the submission of a student council form.

"Ohhh, that's what you need help with. Of course, let me register you in the database right away ^^. She glances at your form, bears a shocked expression for a second then resumes to tap away on her computer. She then turns back to you and says "Welcome home new student council president. Nudge nudge"

.. it was shocking to you, to first arrive in the counselor's office, then become a student council member to now realising you were assigned to be the president of said student council. Poppy caught wind of this and tried to catch your dazed self. "Hey don't worry prez, I might be the secretary but I'm also the vice president. I'll teach you the roots and you'll get the hang of it in no time". You blink twice and prop yourself back up. "Thank you, vice president, what is your name ?".

My name is Poppy! :)

There it was, the day you met a ray of sunlight! Being student council president wasn't very hard but there was a lot of paperwork that you were really not suited for.

Many speeches to learn and events to organize, tasks piling high like the expectations people had for the president and an increasing attention for the person who helped you through it all, Poppy ><

After the seasonal ceremony announcing winter frost, you sigh in relief that most of the work is almost over for atleast a week. You glance over to see Poppy equally tired. Something makes you a little antsy, the sight of the person who's helped you so much is bothering you, the bother being, how tired she was. You wait a little for Poppy to fall asleep and place a blanket over her shoulders. You place a pillow under her head and watch the desk while she rests, it's almost the end of the school day, just need to wait until 8:00 pm. Why is Poppy here until 8:00pm ? Classes are over after 4:00 pm but in the meantime, some students took books from the library or needed help with submitting assignments and clubs and the office doesn't close until then for those cases. You stand the desk while admiring Poppy. She's very precious to you, and you're happy she cares about you just as much as you do.

The next morning, you find yourself in Poppy's dorm. From what you remember, Poppy woke up and you both headed to the nearest dorm which is Poppy's. You were sleeping on the couch and Poppy on her bed. You head downstairs to find a note that says "Hey Y/N! It's the weekend so I went shopping for new winter clothes. I left some breakfast for you. Thank you for staying with me until 8. Bye Bestie!"

On one hand, you appreciated Poppy's sweet gesture but the last sentence left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Even though, you're a really close person to Poppy, she only ever saw you as a friend. But the way you see Poppy was much more than that. She changed your life. You were no longer the outcast of your school but a pillar. You were on the path to a great life but you wouldn't be able to share it with your favorite person. at least not the way you wanted to. That's why even though, this would change your relationship. You asked her to meet you. at the sugar dough bakery, a hot new bakery in the new campus. It was a cold day but thanks to the ice fairies magic, you could stay outside without feeling cold.

"Poppy, thanks for agreeing to come. I wanted to tell you something."

"Ofc! Why wouldn't I go with my bestie to what will probably be the best café!"

"That's actually what I wanted to talk you about. Poppy, I don't only see you as a bestfriend."

"Oh.. Y/N that's so sweet. You see me as your best best friend?"

"Even more.. I like you Poppy."

Poppy stumbles on her words and blushes like crazy. She struggled to get the words she wanted to say out of her mouth. The vice president just had so much to say with not enough time.

"Y/N... Your feelings for me are... so precious. I don't know how to respond.. I-"

You give a small smile. You reassured her she could take her time. You knew she probably wouldn't date you, it was just you needed to tell her. The feelings you had for her were heavy. They weighed on your mind whenever you were with her, which was almost all the time!

a week passes. During that time, you and Poppy spend less time together. It was hard to talk when the "question" was still hanging in the air. But you spent enough time to keep the student council in tact. Finally on Monday morning, you receive a text.

"Y/N, I have an answer. Can you meet me at 8pm near the fountain?"

You thought to yourself, the fountain was a relatively romantic place to meet up. You kind of felt hopeful she would say yes but you decided not to dream too much in case she said no. You had to prepare yourself in case she said she doesn't want to date.

The president goes to the fountain. a popular spot for couples to hang out. They would make wishes at the fountain. The most popular wish? For their love to last and succeed. For fairies who have such a long life span, it's rare a fairy only has one partner in their life. It's exactly why fairies wish for a successful love because the fairies who only have one partner have a special love.

Poppy smiles as she sees you arrive. "Pres!! I'm happy you came.. SO ok, yes.. um. I-I like you too." She says happily

Your heart skips a beat. Your feet feel the urge to tap to the beat. Your wings want to take into the sky. Joy is the tempo of the beat.

"Can I hold your hand Poppy?". You inquire

"Yes". She smiles

Behind the fountain water, Poppy slowly grabs your chin and pulls it closer to hers. She kisses you, which you welcome fervently. No one bears witness to this except Poppy and yourself. Your little secret with the vice president <3

*+The End+*

[mikuthedragon]

carrot or cucumber sticks

Cucumber sticks 👍

[mikuthedragon]

the nameless stowaway | yandere! capitano x reader

summary: while on a ship trying to get to natlan, the captain found a way to pass time; watching you, a stowaway.

content warning: the captain killed someone and that's about it!! (tell me if I missed anything)

for two days and three long nights had the captain been on this ship as it aimlessly navigated the sea.

it started on the second day when the ship went slightly off course. the captain of the ship could not figure out how to get back on course and now, the captain was forced to remain on the ship and slowly get sick of it and everyone on the ship.

besides him, eight other people occupied the ship, not including the captain of the ship... oh, and you were also there.

you were a sneaky stowaway and he only ever caught glances of you at night - watching as you snagged snacks from people's bags and ran back to wherever you had come from.

he didn't mind, nor did he care enough to stop you, that was, as long as you didn't try it on him.

but, tonight was a bit different - instead of stealing from people's bags, you snuck into the galley and shut the door behind yourself. the captain chuckled, you would have a feast tonight.

most of the passengers had felt too sick to eat that morning, so most of the food had been left untouched.

you had eaten all that you could, hoping it would keep you full enough for the next two days before creeping out of the galley. you knew that the captain knew, and considering all you had heard about him, you were afraid that one day he could come and behead you for stealing people's food.

but he hadn't, not yet at least.

you went back to your hiding place, behind a large pile of luggage, and snuggled up in your thin, sort of damp blanket and rested - soon enough, you'd be in natlan.

...

when a storm came, and the waves got violet and rocked the ship - you could not rest behind the luggage, let alone outside. you got up from where you rested, blanket over your shoulder as the cold rain pelted down on your skin.

no one was out; all of them rested in the berth, and you could not enter it since you had snuck onto the ship.

at this point, you were shivering, tumbling, and drenched in rain - seeing no point in your blanket anymore, you tossed it away, as you did, you saw the captain, standing at the door of the berth... exiting it?

you stilled, this was the perfect time for him to kill you, right? he would toss you overboard and no one would notice or even know that he had killed you, maybe, or maybe he would draw his sword and chop you up into little piec-

"I'm sure you must be regretting your decision to sneak onto this ship now, right?" it was an idle conversation or perhaps a threat, was he threatening to tell everyone?

"oh? sorta... but, it'll be fine once we get to natlan."

"I doubt we'll make it to natlan. it seems more likely that we end up back in snezhaya," the captain sighed afterward - he would have to report to the tsaritsa and blame the captain of the ship which seemed all so childish.

"huh? I thought this ship was headed to natlan..."

oh, you looked so very disappointed. the captain shook his head, "that's no longer the case. the captain has no idea where he's headed."

"aren't you the captain?"

"the captain of the ship," he clarified, shrugging his coat from his shoulders and approaching you, placing it over your trembling shoulders, "I'm afraid i cannot make room for you in the berth - you'll have to make do with my coat."

...

and, of course, you made due.

you survived the storm - you might have come down with something but you survived. as you lay in your hiding spot, the large coat over your shoulders, you waited for the passengers to finish their breakfast so you could have the leftovers.

it was a while before you heard the passengers quiet down, and you figured they had split up, leaving the galley, so you got up, leaving the coat behind, and snuck into the galley.

they had hardly left anything behind today.

"hm..." still, you ate whatever was left behind. though it wasn't filling, it was something and you were grateful.

after finishing, you turned to leave but there stood the captain - wait, how long has he been standing there? "have you been watching me?"

"nonsense," he replied with a firm shake of his head, before stepping past you, "I see you haven't changed in your ways?" was he teasing? of course you haven't changed! you were starving and-

the captain set a plate of untouched biscuits and other foods on the counter, "woah... where'd you get those from?" you inched towards the plate, grabbed the biscuit, and ate it.

"it's all leftovers."

"those guys are hogs," you mumbled as you stuffed your face with another biscuit.

and the captain bit back a smile.

...

it was times like these where you doubted if you'd survive - for the last five days, all you could smell was saltwater and humid air, and now, you could smell nothing.

you hadn't bothered to get up for a while now - instead, you remained curled up in the captain's coat, pitying yourself.

perhaps this wasn't worth it...

"stowaway, where are you?"

it was the captain. he had been looking for you for a while now - he was under the assumption that you had fallen overboard but he couldn't be sure since he did not know where you went to hide every day after snagging food.

you didn't want to reply, but found yourself doing so anyway, "'m here."

the captain paused and turned to face the pile of luggage. "have you been hiding here the entire time?"

"yeah..."

you didn't sound well, not at all. the captain pushed the luggage aside and though you groaned and protested, he tugged you out of your hiding spot, his coat still wrapped around you.

"you took no precaution before getting onto the ship, did you?" the captain looked at you - sickly and pale, and sighed. "stay here, don't move an inch," he instructed you before standing and walking off.

first, he ruins your hiding spot, and then he walks off? it was a shame you were too tired to fuss about it.

when the captain came back, he had a warm drink in hand. he crouched down to your level, took your hand, and placed the drink into your hand, "I doubt it'll cure you, but, you're deathly cold, it will surely warm you but I'm afraid this is all i can do to help."

"thank you," you mumbled before sipping at the drink.

while you sipped at your drink, the captain fixed your hiding spot that he had ruined and felt the urge to give you another one of his coats to keep you comfortable, but he resisted.

...

each day, the captain would bring you a warm drink to help your cold clear up, and though he doubted it would work, you were already feeling much better.

you had crawled out of your hiding spot for the first time in a while, the captain's coat over your shoulders and you snuck to the galley.

just as you opened the door, you knew you had messed up - there was a man inside, and he had seen you.

you weakly smiled at the man, as you took a step back while he took steps towards you, "are you the rat that's been stealing all the leftovers?"

"i... um, maybe?"

"and are you the rat that's been stealing from people's luggage?"

"yes, but i'm sorry! i won't do it again, i promise-"

everything you had said was enough to piss the man off and the sight of you wearing the captain's coat only made him angrier.

the man grabbed your upper arm and tugged you along with him, even as you whined and tried to explain yourself, he did not listen.

"look, I'm sorry i won't do it again-"

"i don't wanna hear it from you-"

"I'll take the stowaway from here," it was the captain, once again swooping in and saving you, "good looking out. I'll make sure they cause you no more trouble."

the captain grabbed your arm and tugged you from the man's grip, pulling you along as he walked off, out of the man's sight. "you need to stay put," the captain commented as he brought you back to your hiding spot, "go on. I'll bring you something to eat - I'll do that for you every day, will that keep you out of trouble?"

"you don't have to-"

"I will. now, stay out of trouble."

...

"what'd you do with that stowaway?"

"i did away with them."

"really now?"

"of course. i would not lie."

"good, if you hadn't stopped me that day, i would have done it mysel-"

the man could do nothing but scream as he fell overboard and into the cold water.

soon enough he would die.

this was the preferable way, there was no need for the captain to bloody his sword over something so trivial.

...

"don't you feel hot wearing all of that armor?"

"not particularly."

"what about the mask, isn't that hot?"

"no."

"is that your hair?"

reaching forward, you tangled your fingers in his long black hair, "it is," the captain gently nudged your hand away, "there's no need to touch, though."

as sweet as you were, he had seen you sneeze into your hand moments earlier.

"my bad," you apologized, setting your hand to your side, "do i have to give you your coat back ever?"

"we've been over this, no? i have many other coats, so, keep that one," the captain replied, looking at you and the way your lip twitched at his reply.

"look at that cloud," you pointed above the two of you, and the captain looked up, "it's heart-shaped."

"I see that," he nodded before glancing at you; the way you smiled at a silly cloud was - hm, the captain found himself smiling while looking at you.

odd.

"wait-" you stood up, quickly running towards the railing and pointed ahead, "do you see that?? isn't that land??"

the captain also stood and looked to where you were pointing, and indeed, it was land. "you have a keen eye," the captain looked at you, at the way you grinned, at the way you held yourself, and dare he say he would miss you.

"ohmigosh!!" you cheered, leaning further over the railing to see where you were going... you saw snow and your shoulders dropped, "no way..."

the captain chuckled, looking at you once more, "this was all such an inconvenience," but, in a way, it felt worth it; after all, he was able to meet you.

"you were pretty cool, thanks for the coat... and um, thank you for not throwing me overboard or something," you looked up at the captain to see he was already looking at you.

"I wouldn't dream of harming you," the captain assured you and though you couldn't see it, he had hearts in his eyes as he looked at you.

he did not want this ship to reach snezhnaya - he preferred things stay the way they were but he knew that couldn't happen.

the captain was patient; he could wait. a person like you wouldn't give up on their dreams so easily.

[mikuthedragon]

Have you ever

yes?

[mikuthedragon]

Blue Snail Essay - A Blue Snail Ted Talk

Synopsis: A blue snail does a ted talk.

This blue snail, isn't blue by birth. In fact, he wasn't blue cause he was a sea snail. This snail had some hard times in life and this turned him blue. That's me folks. Now what does a blue snail like me have to tell yellow or brown snails like you ? I'm here to tell you what you can learn from being blue. A blue snail knows how to adapt, as you know, blue snails didn't exist before. But I do, and previous blue snails did, why is that ? The same can be said about people who go through hardships, we don't see them but they exist. Every blue snail that has ever existed, is now a legend, on some teacher's desk somewhere. A blue snail is actually just the side of snails we don't see often. Every snail in this conference room can become a blue snail. So what does it mean to be a blue snail ? It means to be blue and fulfill your destiny. That's why those blue snails are now retired on a school desk. So finally, we arrive to the topic of today's Ted Talk : the power of hardships.

Of course, you should not ask for hardships to come your way but if they do, it's a sign of something. It's not as much a hardship as it is an opportunity. For me, as a blue snail, the hardest thing in my life was losing my family. After they got eaten by crows, there was an enormous guilt on my shoulders. Why didn't my baby brother survive, why did I, the deadbeat son of the family survive.

If I could, I would save my family before I save myself but I can't. All I can do now is to continue to live my life. If you experience the blues, remember to appreciate the efforts you made to overcome the hardships, you rascals.

[mikuthedragon]

man :')

[mikuthedragon]

I wanna annoy you

I wanna gratify you ? heh

[mikuthedragon]

I hope your salad is hot and your pasta is cold

not approved

[mikuthedragon]

Can you do a link x otherworldly char? Lol 😭

Hiii precious Loulu anon, I'm sorry I took so long I hope you enjoy 😭

"She was a fairy"

Link x Fem!Fairyreader

Sypnosis : A fairy got lost in another world. Little does she know, her world was gonna be rocked upside down by a young hylian knight.

Our story begins in a far far away land, called the Kingdom of Hyrule. You are a fairy, you came from another realm called the Enchantraverse. You were on your way to school when you got lost in your portals and have no way back home..

So you explore! You find there are other fairies in Hyrule, they aren't exactly like you but you start to live among them and you couldn't be happier.. It sucks to be away from your friends, family and home but the fairies in Hyrule prove to be warm and quickly become your family away from home.

Then one day, your friend Navi brings back a blonde Hylian boy in the fairy sanctuary. He's... charming ? He ate rocks during lunchtime and insisted he didn't mind the "crunchy" texture of it.. During the few days he stayed, your eyes couldn't help but wander to the blonde Hylian boy. On one of these days, you overheard him say his name was Link. Link.. One eavesdropping turned into three, which turned into 7? You don't know why you continued but you just had to hear more.

Despite his first impression of eating rocks, you quickly realised, he was actually really quiet. Oh no, you weren't gonna learn anything more about him at this rate.. In the midst of overthinking, it's interrupted by-

"Hello.. I saw you looking at me. Do I have something on my face ?"

You were a little surprised but you just chuckled and said you admired (his horse jk) how he could warm up to everyone so fast.

"Oh. Yeah.. So tell me about yourself" He said quietly. You noticed how he put his hand behind his head and tried to avoid looking you in the eye.. but the thing is you were also avoiding his gaze Tvt

You were stuttering a bit but you started talking about your favorite meals which turned into a talk about your family and later how much you love the fairies.. and oh it's time for everyone to go to bed already.. Link just smiled and nodded the whole time but somehow the day passed so fast and you said so much and and-

This occurrence happened a few times, during lunch, dinner.. during the strolls he took to gather more materials and the other walks you took in the forest to pick wild strawberries to make really sweet jam..

During one sunset, Link grabbed your hands, grabbed you by the waist and whispered in your ear "You're my best friend, thank you so much for being here with me"..

...

THAT'S IT ?

You were holding back tears as he waved goodbye and rode Epona. You don't know why you were about to cry but it felt more bittersweet the more time Link spent away from you. Until..

You noticed Link and how popular he was with the other fairies. The feelings of jealousy bubbling in you, you didn't want to acknowledge it but you have feelings for him.. You were biting back your laughter at the realization. How petty and stupid you were. So what did you do ? There's only one thing to do. Sigh

Just wait until he confesses his feelings to you. ;--;

You waited a few days which turned into a few weeks and at some point.. You did become closer to Link, you're now more precious to him than anything else in the world but he never uttered he loved you romantically..

You were dwelling on your feelings and sadness. In the background, Link was always there watching over you. He started getting more worried.. Were you homesick ? Would he have to fight until the ends of time or the universe or whoever had the power to bring you home ?

He wanted to see you smile, and he dreamed of holding you in his arms and growing old together in Hyrule. But he knows how selfish it is and decided to stay quiet.. In the end, to see you happy was what made him happy and since the day he met you he always spared his feelings for your happiness and livelihood.

A few weeks of seeing you like this and Link decides to go on a mission. He leaves without saying a word of where he's going in fear you follow him. He doesn't want you to get hurt.

You were sad when you weren't more than friends but to see Link leave without saying anything was even worse. While he was gone, you never left your house outside of work.. Your friends and Navi were especially worried..

.. Then one day, in the first rays of sunlight, you hear Epona and realise Link's back! You were leaping with joy, and you decide, you don't care what happens, if he rejects you or whatever! You just know to spend time without Link and without him knowing how you feel was just too much! If he doesn't like you, you'll just make him fall in love with you!

You fly out of the house at (1000% speed jk) an alarming speed. Link barely blinks before he realises you crashed right into him. He's surprised and is about to cry, during his trip he missed you so dearly and he finds it harder and harder not to keep you here with him in Hyrule. He hugs you tight, he's kinda squeezing your wings ouch!

"Y/N, why do you torture me so? How am I supposed to send you home if you keep tugging at the strings of my heart ? I was taught to serve other people before myself. It's my job as a knight, but you, who has me in the palm of your hand. How are you capable of making me both ready and happy to abandon my principles as a knight.. Y/N i'm sorry, I can't send you home even if I have the portal maker right here. I really love you from the depths of my heart. What am I to do" He sobbed

Hm.. what a funny coincidence, you hold back the urge to pinch his cheeks and say you don't love him back just because he left you alone to "make you happy" supposedly.

Instead of the tempting proposition of laughing at his pointless demise, you just bury your own head into his neck and smile. You look him in the eyes and mouth the words "I love you too" and proceed to kiss him on the lips whilst you both ride Epona..

Fin~

[mikuthedragon]

Are you…..alive

yuh, i read ur req again sob

[mikuthedragon]

Rant, feel free to skip ^^

hello, we are forced to use google play and I don't mind but tell me why, spending money (specifically gift cards is so complicated Tvt) So I live near the border of two countries, so the giftcard I bought didn't suit the other country my account is supposedly set to ??? I don't remember ever setting the country of my account to that, I don't remember buying giftcards from that country so Google Play who I know needs to abide by the law doesn't let me spend money. Why not, Google Play is looking out for me :3 I now have 15 euros and 1 unscratched gift card pending, and I may have lost 30 euros :D. Ty Google Play for encouraging me to never spend money on ur products again uwu. On a more serious note, I hope I get my money's worth swiftly and to people who live in Europe, don't buy giftcards :P

[mikuthedragon]

Venti had had enough >:(

Bodypillow!Venti who is jealous of the other bodypillows.

Featuring : Tone Deaf Bard and Great Explosion God Murder Dynamight

Bodypillow!Venti had been so excited for today to come. It was his birthday! Actually, he's more sad about his birthday than happy about it.. He's happy to celebrate his friend's birthday, happy he can remember him, happy he will receive attention from a certain someone.. o//o

He feels a certain melancholy from it. This isn't his birthday but his friend's.. but he can't always dwell on it. He'll just celebrate his friend as best he can.

Venti was patient enough when you kicked him off the bed the first time. But how could you hug that other man so tightly in your sleep >::(

Venti didn't want to admit it, but he's jealous, jealous of that other bodypillow. What's so good about him anyways ?? All he can do is cook, clean the dishes, be 3rd in his class and win the sports tournament.. No but seriously, why wasn't Venti being lavished with your affection ALL THE TIME ?? :(

No matter, atleast for today Venti can have all of your love on his birthday :)

But to Venti's dismay and disappointment. His beloved didn't even bring him to her Aunt's sleepover D:

A few hours had passed, where Venti cried.. He was stuck with his pillowform and couldn't walk on his own two feet. He's equally conflicted. He only wanted your happiness.. Maybe letting you go with that blazing guy was what you really wanted.. He almost convinced himself to let you go.. Maybe this is the epitome of his love for you.. Being able to let you be happiest with the man capable of doing that

It wasn't until he fell off the bed again, that he had realised he'd grown legs like the little mermaid! What could this be a sign of ? For once, he was happy to have fallen off the bed, so he could come to this grand discovery.

He doesn't know when or how he did it. But he suddenly felt himself running. Running where ? He isn't sure.. Running to you ? Most probably (not a serial killer moment) Running to his love Kira ? Yes that's what he was destined to do. To be with you

The bard breathless kept sprinting, he couldn't feel the ache of his legs. He could only think about how stupid he was to let you go. How could he let himself believe for a second that he should let you go. Could he claim he loved you if he didn't try until the end ? Who cares if you love Bakugou, he'll make you fall in love with him. He'll be so adorable, you wouldn't hesitate to choose him <3

At the front of the house, Venti couldn't help but smile, how blessed he was to get a chance to pursue you <3. He climbed to your window and quietly slid it open. He had found you fast asleep with a... LINK BODYPILLOW ?? omg he had more competition than he anticipated. Anyways, he dismissed the bodypillow. (kicked him off for good measure heh)

Hmph. The bard scared of disturbing your sleep, decided to write a love poem and sing to you whilst you sleep. Soon afterwards, he found himself dozing next to you and fell asleep on the bed.

"Huh that's strange, I don't remember bringing Venti with me ? Oh and what's this a letter ?"

Dear Kira, as I laid down in the bed we share

Almost dashed was our love story

How dumb I was to not dare

When our tale was never illusory

"Hm I wonder who left this for me, i'm lowkey scared ;-;. Who the heck left this last night ? It only it was Venti.."

woops Venti had just managed to scare you ahhhh. But atleast you sort of confessed ? ;w;

[mikuthedragon]

On the complexities of relationships and words

Summary: For two people that love to read, words seem like a complex. 

Word Count: 13k (yeah… this is slow burn, might want to get a drink and snack)

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Slow Burn, Smut, NSFW, Fluff, Angst kind heavy?, Modern AU, Omegaverse AU, A/B/O relationships, slow fic, marriage, arranged pairing, dubcon, themes about not liking yourself, TW: gender dysphoria (you don’t like your secondary gender), TW: Very vague and brief mentions to possible past domestic trauma, Jealous!alhaitham, slight yandere!alhaitham, mutual pining, miscommunication, breeding, biting, ruts, Alpha!alhaitham, Beta!reader. You agreed to the pairing due to tax benefits. A lot of references to literature. 

Authors note: This is my first attempt at slow burn and yeah… I got carried away. I want to explore how slow alhaitham would open up and how love can come from the mind instead of the heart. Enjoy.

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[mikuthedragon]

Warnings: None Streamer AU - Survival Type Game, based on Escape from Tarkov but not Escape from Tarkov

I'm sorry for this. It possessed my brain and would not let me go until I wrote it.

You sniped him. 

You sniped him. It was all Ayato could do to hold his composure as both your names scrolled across the kill feed, along with the distance of said shot. A 263m snipe. His jaw dropped slightly. There was just no way. He had been bunkered down, well hidden from view. It was impossible to think that you had seen him from that distance, let alone hit the shot. You had to be cheating, there was no other way. 

“Calm down everyone.” Ayato was quick to laugh the sting of defeat off in the hope that it would ease the blur of accusations of stream snipping that were flying through his chat. It didn’t. Instead, the messages only got faster. “It was merely a lucky shot.” Or so he wanted them to believe. “Still, I’d like to check something. Thoma-” Ayato clicked out of the game he was playing and opened a browser window. “Did you happen to grab the name?” His ever diligent mod was one step ahead of him. A link quickly appeared in Ayato’s private discord, along with a clip of the kill for posterity. Ayato ignored the clip, not wanting to acknowledge Thoma’s odd sense of humor. Instead, he chose to click on the link, pulling up your stream. 

You were a smaller streamer, with a handful of viewers. He wasn’t terribly surprised. As your stream loaded, he expected bragging or screaming or even celebrating. That was usually the case with stream snipers. They would hunt him down, get their clip and then tag him on every social platform in existence, just to get their supposed clout. It was the cost of being one of the bigger streamers, or so he had been told. But once the stream loaded, there was none of that. You were calm, distracted even as you continued to rummage around for loot. The chat wasn’t filled with pats on the back or being spammed with clips. In fact, your chat was fairly silent. There was only one congratulations on the shot and that had come from your Mod. It hadn’t even been clipped for posterity. Ayato was confused. “Hm.”

He tilted his head, while furrowing his brow. Did you not know who he was? 

“Well chat-” You smiled, which oddly enough caused Ayato to smile. The warmth in your expression helped to ease some of the sting from earlier. Ayato allowed himself a moment to bask in it, much in the way one would bask in the sun. He liked the feeling it gave him. He liked the feeling you gave him. There was something about you that helped put his mind at ease, despite this being his first time seeing you.“I suppose we should start heading for the extract point.” You pulled up the menu to check how much time you had left in your raid. “I think we’ll have just enough time to swing by our favorite spot before we head out.” Ayato raised an eyebrow to that. You weren’t going to claim your prize? You were just going to leave it, leave him there? The sting from earlier returned. As much as he loathed stream snipers, he loathed your disinterest in claiming his in game tags for yourself even more. You had practically shot him from across the map. Even if you didn’t recognize him, surely you wanted the bragging rights for the elimination? 

Then as if someone had possessed his body, Ayato typed it; What about the Yashiro Rascal elim? He visibly flinched when realized what he’d done. Your chat wasn’t nearly as active as his. His message lingered on the screen. Sitting comfortably in the middle of the window, highlighted as a first time chatter for all the world to see. Ayato couldn’t help the blush that crept its way across his cheeks.

Your eyes flew over to the new message, while your smile grew wider. “Hey there, welcome in!” There was a brief moment where your eyes met on the screen and a small wave. “Thanks for joining-” You then went into what he guessed was your usual spiel of introducing yourself to him. Not that he heard any of it, he was too entranced with watching your lips move. Your voice was amazingly pleasant. It had a calming effect that seemed to wash away any of his previous worries, at least until his in game username passed your lips. The sound of you saying the name Yashiro Rascal snapped him right back to reality. “I don’t really collect tags or anything.” You paused long enough to take a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I’ll even have time to find them. I have my favorite loot spot I like to go to. Is Yashiro Rascal someone important or something? You’ll have to forgive me-” Your smile turned bashful. “I’m still new to this game. I don’t really know any of the big name players yet.” Ayato’s eyes grew wide in surprise while his long forgotten chat blazed with shocked comments as they all had the same revelation he had just had. You really didn’t know. The fact that you had just taken out one of the biggest streamers in the game had gone completely over your head. You thought you just hit the shot of your life on someone you assumed was just another casual player. 

Ayato couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t even try to. He laughed. He honest to archon laughed. It was refreshing really. Most of his streams were filled with endless hours of sweating while he was being hunted by every clout chaser on the platform. He couldn’t even show his screen on entry for the fear of being attacked before he ever had the chance to loot. Sometimes that didn’t even work. Most of his streams had begun to feel tedious and uninteresting. He almost hated doing them. If the game didn’t do the viewership numbers it did, he would have abandoned it ages ago. Before he met you, he still might have. Now he wasn’t so sure. You were still strangers to each other, but it had only taken a minute with you to remember that games could be fun, that they should be fun. Ayato began to wonder just how fun they could be with you.

“You know chat-” Ayato glanced back at the camera, giving it one of his signature smiles. “I think I’d like to try something new.” He took a sip of his boba as he watched his chat emphatically agree. “Duos seems like a fun idea. They seem rather nice, do you think this person would like to join me?” Could you be persuaded to join him was more like it. Ayato had no idea if you played with randoms or viewers and sadly, he was both. Even if he was a big name, it was presumptuous of him to think you would want to team up. Maybe you enjoyed playing on your own. It was rude of him to just barge in on your fun, simply because you’d done the unthinkable. 

Slowly, he saw a few familiar names trickle into your chat. Much to his horror, they launched right into insisting you team with him. It caught you off guard. He could clearly see the confusion on your face. “Wait… who?” Your eyes came up to the camera. “Are they-” There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes. “Are you watching me right now?” Ayato visibly cringed. He knew the intentions were honorable. He knew the people who had found you meant well, but he loathed that they felt entitled to interfere. He’d merely suggested that you game together. As far as you were aware, he was just a new viewer. He hadn’t even asked you to play yet. It was entirely unnecessary to bully you into doing something that you didn’t even know about. “Calm down everyone.” Ayato’s smile faded into a more stern look. “Let’s not run them off before I’ve even had a chance to ask them. Leave them be.” Your chat went nearly silent. There was the odd comment, but the pressure was mostly gone. It gave Ayato the opening he needed to pop the proverbial question. 

Yes, my apologies. Would you like to team up? I’m an experienced player. I can give you some pointers if you wish.

Your surprise was all too apparent. It was cute when you stumbled over your words, especially as more of his chat began to find their way to your stream, filling your chat box with messages and follows, eventually drowning his messages with their own. It was mildly frustrating, because he had liked having all of your attention, but he couldn’t blame his viewers. He’d spent the last  ten or so minutes just watching you. They were bound to get curious and find their way over to you eventually. That didn’t mean they had the right to take you away from him.

“Oh wow, so many new people! Are they with you too?” You furrowed your brow slightly. “Uh wait-“ You sucked in a portion of your lip, pinching it between your teeth as you began scanning what he guessed was your chat. Ayato nearly keened at the site. You were getting more adorable by the second. He almost couldn’t stand it. Much to his regret, he wasn’t good at hiding it either. More than one person had said something about him being smitten and before too long it picked up steam in both chats. “Where did you go?” Ayato was quick to respond.

I’m right here. My apologies, they’re from my chat. Please ignore them if you wish. We’ve been watching you since you sent me back to the lobby and they all decided to come say hello.

You smiled again, satisfied that you had found him. It made him happy that he made you smile. He hoped he could do it as many times as possible before the night was over. “It’s alright.” You paused, clearly pondering his question. “I generally run solos but-” Your smile grew larger. “I don’t mind trying duos.” The celebration in both chats made Ayato chuckle. He had to admit it was a relief not to get publicly rejected in front of so many people. “How do I contact you? Can I just DM you through the platform or is there a better way?” Ayato found himself one step ahead of you. He was already in the process of getting everything ready when you asked.

Allow me to reach out to you. I keep my DMs closed. Just respond back with your info once you get my message.

Within seconds he had his information over to you. It was actually embarrassing how quickly he sent it, but he hadn’t been this eager to co-op with someone in a very long time. The thought of playing a game or two with you seemed far more enticing than the idea of running solos for the rest of the afternoon. You promptly responded, your info being passed to Thoma before either of you could blink. “Thoma, can you set up a chat between the two of us?” He was already on it. Ayato hadn’t finished asking when the convo with the three of you popped up on his private discord server. “Alright chat, let’s all try to behave, shall we? We don’t want to give them the wrong impression.”

Is that advice for chat or you? You’ve done nothing but smile at them since you joined their channel. You haven’t been this infatuated since Tomoki introduced his seasonal boba flavors. Ayato ignored Thoma’s comment, merely rolling his eyes as he changed chat servers and began the call between himself and you. He hated that he was acting so obvious, but it was difficult for him to help. His curiosity had been peaked by you. He wasn’t able to ignore it for the sake of staying aloof.

He started the call, watching you through the screen as he waited for you to answer. There was some hesitancy on your part. Ayato could see it as you sat on the other end, letting it ring. You were nervous. Having strangers join you was always a gamble. They could be perfectly fine or they could be perfectly wretched. It was hard to know. Even Ayato had to admit to the jitters he felt in his own stomach as he waited on you to click the button. He never did this. His brand was everything. Endorsements, sponsorships, years of hard work all depended on him being careful. One wrong move, one wrong word and it would be all over for him. That’s why he generally stuck to a very tight knit group of friends that he knew were safe. They understood what his reputation meant to him and they were happy to oblige him when it came to keeping his public image safe. Offering to play games with a complete stranger was unlike him. Basing it off a feeling was even more unlike him, but for whatever reason, it didn’t deter him. It only urged his desire for you to answer the call on.

Ayato focused his eyes back to your stream, carefully watching you. It was apparent you were searching for something and by your reaction, he only had one guess when you found it. You were looking for him. Ayato didn’t try to hide his smirk, nor did he bother to stop himself from giving you a little wink as you stared. After all, turn about was fair play. Being the equitable man that he is, Ayato was more than happy to give you a show. Your reaction to it was priceless. 

You buried your face in your hands, a deep blush spread across your cheeks, causing him to chuckle. You poor thing. 

I thought you said you were going to behave. I know rascal is in your name, but can’t you hold it in until you say hi to them? If they get any redder, they’ll turn into a tomato. Another small chuckle slipped past Ayato’s lips at Thoma’s comment. Sass me again and you’ll find out how much of a rascal I can be next time I see you.

“Hello?” Ayato’s eyes quickly jumped back to the call, finding that at long last you had answered him. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that for the moment, the worst was over. That was one hurdle down. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many more to go. “So sorry” His relief gave way to a soft smile. “I never do this. It dawned on me that maybe I should verify you aren’t a creep before I answer.” Ayato nodded, noting the slight apprehension in your voice. “It’s alright, I understand. I’m the same way. Though I suppose I had the upper hand when it came to research.” He heard you let out a small laugh. “Yea. You’ve uh-” There was another awkward laugh as he watched you turn away from the camera in a vain attempt to hide how crimson your cheeks were. “You’re him.” You rolled your lips, flinching at the vagueness of that comment. “You’re the Yashiro Rascal guy-” There was a heavy pause before you decided to finish that statement. “Aren’t you?” There was a hesitancy in your voice that made Ayato a little nervous. For a second, he swore you almost sounded a little scared. But then again, who could blame you? The game itself had a reputation for toxic trolls. You snipe a bigger streamer and suddenly they’re in your chat, inviting you to game with them? The action, while friendly on his part, had to feel a little suspicious to you. Especially when embarrassing content creators on social was all the rage. “Listen about the shot- I 

“Don’t worry about the shot. I’m not mad about it.” He added a little lilt to his voice to help put you at ease. “I’m actually extremely impressed by it.” That earned him a small smile. You nodded, letting some of the tension in your body ease. “I should actually apologize in advance to you. It’s been awhile since I’ve played duos and I have little doubt people will come for us. It might make for a rough afternoon.” “That’s alright. Duos just means that I watch your back and you watch mine, right?” That’s exactly what it meant. Ayato couldn’t be more delighted to hear it. “There’s just one thing.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “What should I call you?” Ah yes. That. “I mean it’s cool if you call by name or whatever, but I’m not sure what to use for you. Do you prefer your gamer tag or your streamer name or something else?” He thought about it for a moment, deciding he didn’t like any of those options. 

Using his online persona implied to him that this would be a one and done. Ayato didn’t want that. He didn’t want you to vanish from his life the second you were done.  It was silly to think that he was reacting this way after such a short interaction, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t collect friends like he did boba cups. His fame made good people to have in his life hard to find. Most of the time he hung around his sister or Thoma or possibly Itto, when Ayato could find him. Having someone else he could talk to, having you to talk to, even if it wasn’t all the time, felt right. “Um, are you still there?”

“Let’s make this simple, just call me Ayato.”

[mikuthedragon]

♡ // REPUTATION, al-haitham x afab!reader.

“… he certainly looks like someone endowed with a bone of being a savior. Luckily for him, you are in need of a hero.”

𐐪 tags 𐑂 . . . 6.4k / mild dubcon / reader is smaller than haitham / he carries you / yandere / he calls you “pretty” / murder / toxic and obsessive behavior / coercion / explicit smüt / unprotected / cünnilingüs / prone-boning / f1ngering / overstimulation / cr3ampie / body wordship / praises / headlocking / mouth pulling / d0ggy style / drool & tears / pee / light choking / implied stalking / manipulation / violence (not against the reader) / al-haitham huge c0ck agenda <3 / al-haitham almost breaking your back / minors & blank blogs do not interact! ++ some tags may not apply to this part yet but this is the general gist of the things you’ll encounter in this story. ++ for this story, though it’s not explicitly stated yet, i have decided to imagine the scholars using a typewriter in writing their thesis.

𐐪 from hunter 𐑂 . . . finally, it’s here. can y’all believe i have been writing this since december last year and i don’t even like the man that much <//3 i’ve put my whole hunterussy into this one shot !! it was such an experience writing this piece as this fr pushed me to the edge of insanity but i’m overall proud of how it turned out !! any kind of interaction is welcomed and appreciated but pls just immerse yourself in this one it’s really all that matters to me &lt;3 ++ thank you to my forever babies lea, sam, han (for beta reading!!! mwah), and ai ( @harusick @haruchiyos @tettatonin @lovewinery ) for letting me ramble about this idea and helping me flesh this one out smooches <33

PART ONE OF REPUTATION.

“This is a mistake.” You shake your head violently with a bitter laugh, pacing backward as a terrorizing weight presses in and solidifies your ire. “And an insult to my pride as a hardworking student of Haravatat.” 

The Herbad considers you with reckoning eyes, folding his hands on the table littered with books and scrolls. He successfully shuts away his thoughts from further scrutiny by seeming stolid in front of you and the student sobbing next to you.

“Herbad, please. I am the victim here,” cries Katya, the other student; a person you’ve disregarded for most of your time in the Akademiya.

Not that you haven’t been formally introduced yet; it was only that Katya failed to leave an impression worthy of remembrance. However, the tides started ebbing in a different direction when your theses were revealed to have some correspondence. 

“Victim?” You turn and face her with a promise of raining down your wrath. “For all we know, you’ve plotted this to gain sympathy. Because let’s face it, Katya, you will never be half as good as I am even on your best behavior.” 

“W… what?!” The intensity of her cries made herself utterly feeble in your and the Herbad’s presence; a lost kitten in a lion’s den. “Of course, I am the victim here! I’m the one you plagiarized!” 

“Lies!” you bellow as violence seizes you in its ruthless grip. “You are a lying, conniving, and insecure—!”

“Silence!” The Herbad pounds the table with his hands, sending the parchments in disarray along with ink overflowing from the inkwell. “I will not have this behavior in my office! Keep your mouths shut or the Sage will hear of this!” 

“Perhaps the Sage needs to hear this!” Katya proceeds regardless of the warning, throwing you a disdainful look sharp enough to cut flesh. 

Lest your lips bleed from biting back your unadulterated fury, you opt for gritting your teeth instead while shooting her with one scornful look of your own. Katya is sorely mistaken if she believes that you’d raise the white flag. She has accomplished nothing but to remind you that things would’ve been easier had you possessed a Vision. Any element would be right about this moment. You could’ve summoned a gust of wind to fling Katya away. Or perhaps set her hair on fire. 

“I need you to calm down, Katya. Let me talk to your classmate about this privately. You may go,” the Herbad says carefully, flinging his hand in the direction of the door to dismiss Katya. Raising this predicament to the higher-ups will not end on a good note; not for you and not for your Darshan. The Herbad would certainly militate against this issue from reaching the Sage’s ears. 

“But—”

“You may go,” the Herbad repeats curtly. “Do not tell anyone about this yet.”

After her departure, you face the Herbad with unwavering resolve. You must persuade him of your innocence; otherwise, everything would be lost. The sacrifices of sleep and the pride you have solely bet on the line would be for naught, as well as the contamination of the reputation you have polished since the day of your arrival in the Akademiya. 

You lean onto his desk, pressing your hands flat on the surface as you grit, “I did not commit such an act and I will never.”

The Herbad intertwined his fingers before leaning back on his chair. “I cannot take your words as truth just yet. Not when you revealed to have encountered a problem right before the deadline and not with this evidence, child.” He, then, pushes two thick volumes of compiled papers before you: your thesis and Katya’s. “See for yourself and tell me if Katya’s accusation is ill-founded.”

Here, before you, lies the foundation of Katya’s allegation. Your brows meet and lower profoundly, but there is reluctance to clear the strait once and for all. While it’s true that you have been through several complexities apropos of your thesis, problems you shared with the Herbad, you worry that your efforts will be undermined by what lies between the pages.

And surely, it is. Between the pages, the words are decayed in such a way that poisons your innards. A section presents both of your introductions with scattered paragraphs written with undeniable similarities. It has been done in a seamless manner as though weaving a torn cloth into wholeness again. 

“Impossible,” your disheartened murmur, concurrently confused and dizzy. “I… this is clearly a lie. Someone… someone did this to paint me as a villain. To ruin my reputation.” 

You can only think of one reason behind this wickedness: the Pir Kavikavus Prize. It is an accolade that births obsequious students in the Akademiya. You’d be lying to say that you never once dreamed of being recognized as the wisest scholar. Hailing from a family that carries a name in the Akademiya, you have always wanted the same reverence bestowed to your predecessors. Nevertheless, and if you’d bare your desire naked, you long to surpass the legacy they have made. Never before has it been difficult to mark the same hunger in another student’s face. Not at all difficult whenever you look at Katya. 

But… this. Personally, your moral compass tilts to a direction you know you’d best benefit from. To reach the top stratum of the hierarchy, one must gird oneself to climb whichever ladder needs climbing; a mantra you have ingrained in your brain. That’s why you know that whoever committed this monstrosity against you has to possess a darkened sense of humor or an entirely polluted heart to have carried the deed out. 

“Are you sure? I would remind you of the time you’ve imparted your troubles with me, child,” he says with a tone that exposes his dubiety about your innocence. “Given your current circumstance, it would not be right to overlook our conversation.” 

A pause and a wire-drawn gaze before your nursed anxiety surfaces as livid contempt. You gnash your teeth and say, “I am your best student; the best you currently have! You know it to your heart, Herbad, and I will not have you deny it. These documents you call evidence?” You slap your palm against the thick stack of parchments. “These are nothing but fabricated lies made by Katya. She’s clearly insecure and wants a name for herself! I’ll prove it to yo—”

“I’ve seen many types of students, child, but not one as desperate as you. Desperation breeds all sorts of misconduct. While I’m trying to understand what propelled you to commit this act, I have to remind you that I am no imbecile.” His voice and eyes harden as he speaks. You have to force yourself from gulping down the trepidation his current bearing has given you. “If you want to prove your innocence, do it now and do it fast. And remember, this leniency only extends because of the respect I hold for your late grandfather; do not abuse it.” 

A bitter dismissal soon followed and loomed over your head even after the door had been closed. Defeat like never felt before embraces you like thick thorns wrapping around the wall of your rather steady confidence. 

Have you further incriminated yourself in the eyes of the Herbad? And what of Katya? Does she truly believe you capable of copying her thesis? In what world would a person like you, well-respected even amongst your fellow students, copy something of Katya’s own making?

“So? Are you finally expelled from the Akademiya?” Katya appears wearing a sneer rather than tears this time. 

Like a rabid dog; that’s how you would want to lash out at her. But said behavior is a luxury you cannot afford, lest you further shove yourself close to your demise. 

“Careful, Katya. One might think you responsible for your own predicament because of that sneer,” you whisper indignantly as you move past her frame. “We wouldn’t want them to find out about your farce, would we?” 

Vexation once again tightens her face muscles. “And certainly, you wouldn’t want anyone to know about this as well. Instead of further testing my patience, why don’t you just apologize and admit that you’re no better than everyone? Your obstinacy is misplaced as strength and it will bite you back in the end.” 

“I’m not better than everyone but I surely am better than you.” Your malevolence begs for freedom, and you would’ve willingly allowed Katya to experience the sharp edge of it had it not been for the cruel reminder that she currently has you by the neck. Nonetheless, you simply cannot abide the impotence for a second longer; you have to fight back somehow. “We both know Katya; I have way higher standards to even consider plagiarizing your thesis. But if one word of what happened here gets out there? I’d do everything in my power to bring you down with me.” 

“Is that a threat?” Katya’s deportment did not alter. She carries herself relatively well, that you’d give her. But she hasn’t seen the worse of you yet, and that might just be enough to shake her to her fingertips. 

Your mouth curls up to a disdainful smile. “Shall we find out?” 

Most ironically, you have found repose in the bustle inside Lambad’s Tavern that particular night. You are no stranger to the place: a buzzing sanctuary established near the city’s port, where all kinds of tourists and Sumeru’s citizens stop by for a meal or drink. Scattered all around the place are students like you, drinking themselves to stupor either because of academic agony or celebration. From where you sit on the counter, the scent of Charcoal-baked Ajilenakh Cake is rife, mixing with the roasted Chicken Mushroom Skewers. You would’ve wolfed down a stick or two, but you only want some of Mondstadt’s strong wine in your veins tonight. 

“Oh, ho! Fancy seeing you here, child!” Lambad, the tavern’s owner approaches with a blinding smile on his face. You have presumed he’s finished gloating about his questionable adventures as a supposed ex-sailor that he has finally decided to come and greet you. “What’s with the long face? Wine’s not up to your taste tonight? Shall I fetch you some cake?” 

“No, I’m alright,” you murmur, finding the crimson wine in your glass more interesting. “I’m only here to drink myself to inebriation.” 

Lambad clicks his tongue, pounding the wooden counter with his huge hand. “Don’t tell me you’ve been expelled?!” 

Horror strikes you like thunder that you are incapacitated to issue an immediate rebuttal as you normally would. You tilt your chin up, the contraction of your irises is as quick as the horror spreading across your face. 

“I am not.” You detest how weak your answer echoes, and yet you cannot risk exaggerating. “Why would you think that?” you add, followed by a nervous laugh he thankfully did not catch. 

Lambad shrugs, with a clean rug he starts to clean the glass from beneath the counter. “That seems like the only reason a student like you would indulge in alcohol to the point of inactivity. But— I know it is far from likely. I mean, you? Expelled? Never seen a student as passionate as you ‘round here, kid.” 

The compliment would have been well-accepted had you the heart to rejoice. However, it has proven futile to nourish your pride with Lambad’s praises, for the looming existence of your potential doom has escalated. 

“Say, Mr. Lambad,” you start, tongue aching with hesitation. You moisten your lips as you meet the man’s eyes. “What I’m about to ask you shall not be given any weight nor second thoughts. Can you promise?” 

His goal to leave the glasses clean and spotless has slowed down once you successfully gather his attention. Lambad merely nods his head, eager to listen. 

“I have a friend,” you proceed, “and he has been wrongly accused of plagiarism. He did not do it, but the victim is adamant in punishing him regardless of the truth. What course of action shall he take?” 

To your surprise, Lambad begins to holler, earning several gazes from nearby customers. “You Akademiya rascals are fascinating creatures,” he says in between laughter before it dies down and he leans closer to you by propping his arm to the counter. “I’m sorry, kid, but your friend is in the pathway of destruction. Unless—”

“Unless?” is your impatient response. 

“Unless he tries to talk to that man over there.” He lifts a finger and points inconspicuously behind you. 

You follow his gaze, brows drawn together. Several customers block the sight of wherever Lambad is pointing at. The suspense is too painful; to get it over with you have decided to shift and camber your head to the side. Upon your success, you wag your head to Lambad’s direction again. 

Eyebrows raised, you curiously ask, “The Scribe? And what use can he serve me— my friend?” 

Lambad inches closer, as if hiding a special secret inside his mouth he prefers others to not hear. “I’ve heard he’s acquainted with our Lesser Lord Kusanali. If you believe your friend to be wrongly accused, perhaps Al-haitham could aid in whatever purpose you have to clear his name.” 

It has not dawned on you as swiftly as Lambad might have expected. You keep studying the man in viridescent attire while he wallows between the pages of his book. Unperturbed by the noise inside the tavern, he appears completely immersed in the story. By how he carries himself he certainly looks like someone endowed with a bone of being a savior. If such is the case, you would morph him as your hero. 

“What’s his drink of choice?” you finally inquire, attention glued to the Scribe.

Lambad quickly prepares the drink, all while divulging that Al-haitham is not a heavy-drinker. The man apparently prefers a bit of a kick and spice to his alcohol, but nothing too strong: information that you have answered with the smallest of nods. 

As you draw nearer, the cracks in your universe seem to have mended itself back together at the sight of Al-haitham reading one of your favorite light novels. This coincidence could be a tool to gain his trust. 

“I adore the author’s intricate style in delivering the suspense and angst the characters are going through,” you begin right away, sliding the glass before him on the table. “It’s always a joy seeing another fellow reading that book. A spectacular literary work; don’t you agree?” 

Pausing in his perusal, Al-haitham tips his head up to gaze at the intruder in his solace. Now, it is rare for a mere stranger to tickle your fancy, but they present something that acquaintances lack: an enigma. And enigmatic, the man surely is. Those turquoise eyes are hazy with secrets, like a vast space of unnamed ocean with a sweep of sunset in the irises. 

You are intrigued to the marrow of your bones. 

He takes a gander at the glass, the sweet drink waiting to be quaffed, before looking up at you again. “The characters lack development I wished to witness. While it is true that the suspense can keep one on the edge of his seat, I could not overlook that something is missing.” 

You cock a playful brow. “Oh? Seems like I was not the only one who noticed. Don’t you think it is up to us to find that missing piece?” 

He places the book down before offering the seat across from him. It might’ve been the trick of the eye or the light inside the tavern, but you perceive his lips twitching up to the side. 

“What I think is we haven’t been formally introduced yet,” he says once you have settled. “But I have an impression that you have a knack of who I am. Shall I be cautious?” 

You giggle coquettishly. “Look at me, Scribe. Do I reek of malignance?” 

He takes a sip from the glass, licking off the excess alcohol smeared across his lips before speaking, “Not at all. It’s only that my gut feeling tells that you want something from me.” 

Sharp instinct or an excellent grasp on body language. Whichever of the sort he has honed, your eyes sharpen in vigilance before picking your composure up again.

“What might a student like me want from the Scribe? Or should I say, Acting Grand Sage?” You intertwine your hands and prop your chin over your knuckles. 

“You tell me,” he says.

Further seeking hope from the invitation, you lean forward to ascertain that your words will only travel from your mouth to his ears. 

“Will you promise to keep it a secret?” you entreat.

“So, I am right: you need something.” He crosses his arms over the mounds of his chest. Notwithstanding his stern countenance, you’ve strengthened your resolve and diverted to your goal.

“Trust me, I do not approach strangers like this unless I am in dire need of help.” You begin by introducing yourself and the Darshan in which you are under, then proceed in narrating what transpired between you and Katya earlier that day. “… and I cannot risk my name being tainted by such injustice.”

Al-haitham rubs his chin with his forefinger, weighing your words with prolonged meditation. At long last, after a few minutes, he looks up again and asks, “And you want me to help raise this issue to Lesser Lord Kusanali without alerting anyone?” 

“You know how it works. If the Herbad catches a whiff of this, I’m as good as dead. So, yes, I need you to promise me your confidentiality.” Even with the desperation that has usurped your features, Al-haitham remains steadfast on his placidity. You have never met someone quite like him before; one who keeps their aces too close to their sleeves. With growing impatience, you add, “Of course, I’ll eternally be indebted to you should you decide to help me. I will compensate you with Mora— you need only name your price. Wherever and whenever you need it, Scribe.” 

“Mora?” A sound close to a small huff echoes from him. “I am not easily blinded by material things nor Mora, I’m afraid.” 

Your eye twitches. “Then what would you have me do to gain your acquiescence?” 

He pretends to think for a short while before gazing at you again. Light crosses his eyes, a flash that has made his lids heavy. “I have everything I need right now, but how about another drink?” 

—

“And then… she confronted me about taking all the resources for my thesis, when it’s her who copied my idea in the first place! I’m telling you, Scribe, I’d strangle her if I could,” you slur, words heavily affected by the drinks you have consumed. 

Al-haitham takes you by the arm, guiding you gently out of the tavern. Unlike you, whose brain has been addled by alcohol, he appears perfectly balanced and composed. It is as if he hasn’t ingested the same amount of intoxication as you. 

He hums in response. “You are very drunk.” 

Waving both your hands and head, you squeak, “No! ‘m not drunk, Scribe. Look, look, I can stand on my own.” Mouth bubbling with a giggle, you push away from him. Not even a second later, your knees wiggle, but he swiftly catches you before the fall. “Oh!” you puff out, cheek pinned against his chest. 

“I cannot leave you alone like this. My apartment is nearby. You should stop by and rest for a while,” he whispers, arms tightly wrapped around you. 

“Uh, I don’t think—” An idea suddenly strikes, which makes you forget the spike in your heartbeat brought upon by Al-haitham’s ironclad grip. “Alright, Scribe. I’ll come with you. It is not every day that I’m invited to a house, after all.” 

The moon is a slice of silver above, witnessing the silence over Sumeru City. Crisp wind blows from the forest, kissing your cheek and dusting away a bit of haze from your brain. You walked a distance until you reached Al-haitham’s dark abode with the wind billowing and shaking the leaves of fecund trees. 

“I’ll grab you a drink. Please, sit here.” The man politely offers you a seat before disappearing into what you think is the kitchen. 

Despite your unexplained unease, you decide to wander around the room and study the paintings on the wall. He couldn’t be alone in a sizable space like this one. Has he got a lover? Is your plan doomed before it could commence? 

“Do you have a lover, Scribe?” You spin on your heel and ask when you heard him approaching. 

Extending the glass of water, Al-haitham appears immune to your candor. “No, I do not. However, I do have a roommate named Kaveh. He’s currently in the desert for a certain architectural project.” 

You accept the glass, holding it not for long before placing it on the nearby table. “Is that so?” Slowly, as if biding time, you saunter up to him. “Then, are we all alone here?” 

“We are,” Al-haitham swiftly responds. “If that makes you uncomfortable…”

“No. Not at all,” you murmur, boldly tracing a finger along his chest. “I dare say it excites me even to be alone with you.” 

“And I dare say…” He tips his head down, leaving only an inch of space between your lips. “You are drunk. Regret is always in retrospect.”

“Oh, please, Scribe! Regret, yes, only if you do not know how to fuck.” Your palm rests on his left breast now. “Don’t you know how to fuck?” 

The longer you cradle the intensity with which you look at each other, the higher your anxiety climbs up to your throat. A petrifying truth; you have not a heart to dally with him, but your situation leaves you cornered to a wall.

“Can you handle it? Can you handle me?” Cornering you with his broadness, Al-haitham’s huge hand clasps the base of your neck. Gently, the fingers close around it, just below your jaws, to tip your head and steady your eyes on him. “For I do not take sex as some sort of slapstick entertainment. If I fuck you now, you will never see the last of me. I will cling to you like a disease, and only death can tear me away from you. So, if a pretty thing like yourself wants that, I’ll fuck you in a way no other boys in your Darshan can. You’ll see, by then, if I do know how to fuck.” 

What you believe to be a moment’s sobriety shredded off your skin instantly, replaced by a newfound inebriation given by Al-haitham. Such heat outspread across your face; you have become dizzy with his overwhelming presence. Drunk once more, and not in the manner that makes you want to dance wildly under the stars, but rather in the way that it hurls everything you’ve consumed all day.

There is no breeze inside the room either, only the endless wisps of heat like it’s the middle of summer. The same warmth accumulates in your body, that a droplet of perspiration trickles down your spine.

“I… I think it’s time for me to go,” you stammer, hating how curled up and obedient you must’ve looked under his eyes. It should be your superiority locking him up, not the other way around. Al-haitham has such an uncanny look on his face: cheeks flushed and feverish. His breathing is labored, every inhale consuming your scent. You are inclined to believe that the drinks have only got to his system now. “S… scribe—” You push away but he remains standing firm. “I’ve troubled you enough already.” 

“Stay,” he whispers against your cheek, luring you in like a siren’s song; an ancient tune already lost to mankind. 

If you step into that unnamed ocean, he will tempt you to the depths and devour your heart there. Is this what sailors felt before diving into their demise? Letting go of the world above merely to drown for a kiss below? 

“Is this the compensation you want, Scribe?” Your words curl like smoke, and with all the courage you can muster, you start tracing the emerald threaded between his chest. He shudders underneath your touch, followed by a sharp inhale and you only have one thing in mind: you will do anything to clean your name and maintain your reputation, even if that means you have to open your legs. 

Al-haitham, a Haravatat scholar renowned for his stoic demeanor and books, does kiss like a man who is the complete antithesis of himself. Teeth to teeth and tongue to tongue, you struggle to fight back by biting his lips for little air, but all he has given is a low grunt before carrying you to another room with your legs strangling his waist.

Thoughts circle around your mind like dapples of paint on a clear canvas. While it’s true that Al-haitham’s kisses deliver a haggard wildness which renders your knees weak, your bones scream to run, run, run.

“W… wait—” You shudder, having felt his cool hand finding the skin underneath your clothes. Like a melted candle, you lay helpless on his mattress when his avid tongue starts licking your neck up to the shell of your ear. 

He nibbles on the flesh, humping between your legs with his obvious hard-on to further stimulate your nerve-endings. 

You feel it all at once: that tickle of oncoming euphoria. Slowly, the heat travels from your head to your toes that your clothes feel unpleasant. With one hand, Al-haitham binds your wrists over your head, while his other one works on your buttons. 

“L… let me!” You wriggle beneath his body. “Let me do it, Scribe.” 

The excruciating silence is fought with Al-haitham’s heavy breathing. Your faces have been eclipsed by the dim moonlight, and yet you feel his gaze flaming your skin like the sun in its prime.

“Archons, damn me,” he elicits sharply— hopelessly— as he beholds your naked body glowing under the scarce light. 

“Y… your turn,” you stutter, stomach fluttering. 

He wastes no time at all to discard his clothes and show you the hard planes of his chest down to the toned muscles on his abdomen. You deliberately look away once his breaches are off, but a light slap hints his cock probably hitting his stomach from being freed. 

“Perfect,” he exhales, “just like I’ve imagined.” Al-haitham inches closer, drinking in your scent once more. The pads of his thumbs brush over your taut nipples, pinching and tugging the hardened buds until he hears your helpless gasp. He pulls you, then: you kneeling with your knees on both sides of his thighs. 

“Ah.” He breathes warmly on your left nipple, looking up like a lost pup, beseeching you for something. 

“Put… put it in your mouth.” Holding onto his broad shoulders, your hands immediately shoot up to the sides of his face when he starts sucking on your nipple. You cannot help but watch him do it. And you can swear, by all the gods that have graced Teyvat, that the image alone melted you from within. His plumped lips suckle lightly while his eyes are almost rolling back to his skull as though the pleasure is all his. 

Hands on your waist, he grabs your flesh like he wants to leave imprints on your skin. Al-haitham’s eyes are glazed with absolute lust, tongue swirling around your tit, drooling all over himself. He is more of an untamed beast than a man. Certain that he has milked your left tit enough already, his mouth clamps around the other one, performing the same sensual suckling, allowing his drool to race down your belly. 

“Oh— Scribe!” you shriek when his fingers manage to find the spot between your legs. “N… no— I—” You choke on your own words, knees quivering. His middle finger starts to rub on your clitoris, feeling the slabbering hole before ramming his whole finger in smoothly. You blink, hard, surprised at the length shoved inside your cunt. And that is only his finger. How about the one sticking against your thigh? 

He pants against your skin, blowing your goosebumps, while his emerald eyes fixate on yours. Your position leaves you vulnerable for his penetration, that there’s no denying his fingers are all smeared with your arousal by now. Arching towards him, Al-haitham pulls you until gaps have been sealed and your skin burns against his. 

“I’m going to—!” Al-haitham knocks out the air from your lungs by increasing his speed. Audible slaps of his palm on your puffed-up cunt lips echo around the room, causing your knees to tremble and your body to weaken. “I’m going to pee!” you finally shriek. “S-stop! Stop!” 

“Let it go,” he grunts, low and guttural, as he continues his merciless assault. “Let it go for me.”

Whimpering, you shake your head while scratching on his shoulders but he merely pops your left tit into his mouth again. Embarrassment be damned; your cunt gushes down his hand, snaking his arms and pooling on his elbow. You are still pulsing from the mind-numbing orgasm when Al-haitham pushes you gently to the mattress, biting hard on his bottom lip before ramming his cock into your twitching hole without warning. 

“Hah!” Your eyes blow wide in astonishment, belly swirling with the depth in which he has gone to. “Scribe!” 

Al-haitham pumps his hips greedily like time is but ticking away, plugging your cunt with his sheer girth repeatedly. “It’s Al-haitham when I fuck you,” he grits.

“Al-haitham—” Knees folded, thighs parted, your mouth is open but words have failed you. Your cunt has been drilled relentlessly by his ruthless pounding. Despite the strain in his breathing, his tempo appears to be of tireless nature. His fat tip reaches deep in your belly, battering your insides with profound intensity. Capturing your lips on a messy kiss, his lower body moves like waves to grind on you and fuck you sloppily. 

At this point, your cunt is wet enough to cover his aching cock with a thin sheen of slick. This allows him to glide in more smoothly; building a passionate yet steady rhythm for climax.  

“You’re perfect… feels so good around me…” He suspires against your temple. “Squeeze me — ah— that’s it. Just like that. You’re going to make me cum, aren’t you, pretty?” 

“Hng,” you whimper, back arching as you grip the pillows. “Y… yes! Hah! Al-haitham!” 

“So perfect,” he murmurs almost maniacally. Droplets of sweat cling to his gray tendrils, dripping all over your chest and stomach. “So beautiful.” 

Al-haitham has kept on groaning and repeating how pretty you look, fucked out of your brains underneath him. Instead of intimacy, he delivers to you some kind of uncanny reverence. And if he could pray to you, he would. 

Your breathing has gone erratic as his fat cock persists in stretching your hole; the incessant friction and the squelch it produces driving you to the edge. Arching your back to receive every inch of Al-haitham’s throbbing length, your fingers rub harshly over your swollen clit to push forward your climax.

Watching the desperation etched across your face, Al-haitham curses under his breath. He stands up, cock still connected to your cunt, before drilling your hole downwards. The bed squeaks; its hinges hanging on by the thread. 

“Make me cum, pretty,” he begs, almost tearing up at the sight beneath him. Your mouth hangs ajar, eyes rolling back to your skull. “Hah— cumming, cumming—!” 

Al-haitham pulls his cock out, placing the pulsing shaft on your puffy cunt. He groans gruffly, fighting the urge to crumble while his equally swollen and puffed-up cock tip pulses out creamy white cum down your navel and chest. It’s a massive load. He is boneless and fucked out when he falls beside you; cock sticking to his thigh and still cumming sporadically.  

After your grueling yet equally gratifying union with the Scribe, you lay beside him, a blend of vague feelings settling down your chest. You look around, striving to adjust your eyes in the darkness, for it remains the only movable part of your body now that Al-haitham has your frame in a tight lock. He is not asleep, you deduce, which adds more to the perplexity of the situation. 

“How do you feel?” he asks, fanning your jaw with his breath. “Do you need anything? Water? Food?” 

“N… no, thank you. I merely… I need to go home.” 

“Ah, yes. Your classes start early tomorrow.” Yet he wouldn’t let you go. 

Putting your heart at a standstill, you focus on his canopy. “Seems like I sleep best on my own mattress,” you rasp. 

“You must familiarize yourself with this chamber now.” Al-haitham carries himself up and makes his way to a nearby closet. He selects a container resembling an incense burner and lights it on his bedside table. It has taken a while for the incense to take effect in the bedroom reeking of sex and sweat. And after it did, the air swirls with a familiar scent; the smell of your own bedroom, only this time it is more potent. “Now, pretend that this is your room. Sleep well.”

In possession of fatigue from all the day’s occurrence, your rumination ends after a few minutes, replaced by sleep in the Scribe’s arms. Your secession from consciousness has provided you with solitude and uninterrupted sleep. Although it has been tragically severed by forces beyond your comprehension.

Is it a dream? A wild fantasy you have been dying to accomplish? Or is it just another ruse to appease the cruel voice that has been whispering in your ear since your encounter with Katya? Because if it were reality, you wouldn’t have her underneath you, with your hands tightly wrapped around her neck, right? 

But here she is, clawing at your wrist, tears welling up in her eyes. Katya is choking, tongue lolling out, heaving painfully as your thumbs press beneath her chin, finally cutting off her airflow. She will not go down without a fight, that much you can perceive. And so, with your one hand you knock her instead with an ear-tingling slap. Just before she could cry out for help, you seize and squeeze her neck again. Tighter this time; like you desire nothing but to watch her turn pallid and defunct. 

It hasn’t taken long for life to leave her eyes as she echoes one last choking sound. Releasing the fight to live, her hands fall to her sides with a soft thud. Katya’s face is glossed with death; a startling image that has jolted you back to your senses. 

Horrified by the weight of your action, you crawl away from her with your hands and knees. Katya’s chest is still, her body immobilized by death’s grip. And you— you have just killed her.

You look down at your shaking hands with pupils dilated with terror. Tears begin streaming down your face in rivulets; you could fill the whole place with it but it cannot erase your crime. 

“What… what have I done? No! No!” You have grown extremely manic; your voice shakes with unfiltered horror and regret. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it!” you repeat, like a condemned man’s mantra. You pick up your feet in haste, never looking back as you dash away from your sin. From Katya’s cold body. Everything is in blur with your tear-soaked eyes. Time and place slips away from your grasp that the familiar streets have become strange. So strange that it has taken only one wrong foot before you are falling down a hill. “I didn’t do it!” you scream for the last time before the void swallows you whole. 

And somehow, you are back inside the Scribe’s chamber; gripping your chest while huffing as if you have run from the desert to the rainforest. 

Pulse in a frenzy, you struggle to scour your surroundings. Confirming that you are, indeed, still inside the Scribe’s bedroom has not given you enough solace. Not when your nightmare has already ruined your day before it could begin.

As the new sun splits and chases away the darkness dappled over Sumeru, you carefully disentangle yourself from the Scribe. He snorts softly without a hint of waking up soon, giving you the much needed time to dress. Even that has left you discomforted, for you cannot remember having the strength to fold your clothes last night. They are, however, neatly placed on a nearby chair, along with Al-haitham’s own. 

Did he wake up in the middle of the night to fold them? That should be it… right? 

Outside his apartment, the day has only just begun for Sumeru City. You walk down the street hugging yourself, completely oblivious to the fruit vendors beckoning you to try their wares.

The nightmare repeats like an unending play inside your mind. You could almost feel Katya’s skin against your palm. Hear her choking cries and see her beseeching you to spare her life. And the worst part of it all? No matter how shaken you have been, you wished it was real. 

“Good day. We apologize for the inconvenience,” someone echoes, causing you to start and raise your head to see a group of Matras standing by your door. 

You blink, swallowing your heart and its wild beat. “Y… yes? How can I be of help?” 

The matra’s face is stony while confirming your identity. There is no crack for you to determine his goal. “We would like to invite you for questioning. Do keep in mind that you possess the right to refuse. However, your cooperation will be greatly appreciated by the whole Mahamatra and will hopefully further our investigation of Katya Houshian’s death.” 

And fear transforms into a living, breathing entity right beside you. Your blood runs cold— gelid, even. Terrified beyond recognition, you have forgotten how it feels to breathe for a second. Have forgotten everything all at once. 

“Katya’s… what?” Your lips quiver.

“Katya Houshian’s death,” the matra repeats, his eyes turning sharp on the edges. “She was found dead in her apartment earlier this day. And we are currently—”

“I know nothing.” Your mind spins, blocking all sound and obscuring your sight. “I know nothing!” With that one startling bellow, you shift and run away from the Matra while muttering the same words over and over. You run as fast as you could— through the winding streets and out of the city. Little do you know, there is someone who calculated the whole thing; someone has already deduced your actions even before you committed them. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” the General Mahamatra voices, as menacing as the lightning, blocking your pathway and quest to freedom. The jackal head that sits atop his white tresses seems to stare you down: judging your soul and weighing your heart for its crooked desires. 

“S… spare me! I know nothing!” you stammer, shaking like a leaf. “I didn’t do it!” 

He tilts his head to the side while holding his staff. “Take the student,” he commands before two strong hands seized your arms. “Let’s have some fun together, shall we?”

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𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔

summary: headcannons of kage and tsuki developing a crush on u! Except they’re princes may be a part 2 later LOL I spent too much time on writing their character instead of the actual crush

tags: gender neutral reader, royalty!au, she falls first and he falls even harder trope & enemies to lovers trope

—KEI TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima is a prince who likes to show off and one-up everyone, whether it’s materialistic possessions, his acclaimed achievements or his line of available suitors. For his habit of showing off, most other princes of other kingdoms are not very fond of him, so most of the time, he’s left to his own thoughts. Though, despite all this, all he really wants is for his people to truly see him for who he is, not what he can do, or what he is.

During a stroll through the market, Kei’s ears perked of the vibrations of such an enchanting voice, reading out children’s fables and stories to the passerbys. Kei usually reprimanded the local poets and storytellers for causing a blockage in the market’s path, but this time, he sat on an empty wooden log and listened. His mind followed with the words and his head swayed to the rhymes and rhythm. Before he knew it, the moon had replaced the sun, the market shop keepers had packed up and gone home and the children went to go have supper.

“Excuse me, my prince, but I’m very much so gracious of you using your time to hear my craft!” With a grin occupying your face, you bowed before hurriedly leaving. Kei was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that such talent belonged to a person as divine as you. He wanted you to be by his side, and read him poems just for him. With a pleased mind, he made plans tonight to host a function at his palace and invite every poet or storyteller, just to see you again.

—KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Kageyama is a cold-hearted prince, who values power and wealth over the health and prosperity of his people. He has no regard for anyone’s feelings except his own and is willing to sacrifice anyone and anything in order to get what he wants. Some say it was because of the absence of his parents, or that no other kingdom was willing to make alliances with him. Even so, Tobio dismissed all of those rumours and continued his duties as prince.

You were just a measly maid at the palace, someone beneath him. He ordered you around to do mundane tasks or incredibly difficult tasks just to satisfy his ego. However, despite all this, you defended him against your gossiping co-workers.. Tobio can’t say for sure this made him fall in love with you, but it definitely did earn you some respect.

Although, what did make him fall head over heels for you, was when he was assigned you a task to mop and polish the ballroom floors by yourself. He was expecting an obedient nod and for you to hurry along, but you did the exact opposite. You screamed at him, something along the lines of it being unfair, being overworked and not ethnically correct. He didn’t listen to your words because he was so distracted that someone had even yelled at him. He just had to admit, your bravery made him feel weak at the knees. However, he isn’t the one to submit.

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