silvervinewine

[silvervinewine]

childe, tartaglia, ajax: a man of many names

↪ childe, noun, a young man of noble birth

childe, was the name you first knew him as. after all it was the name most used within the fatui. casual and pleasant, thats what you came to know him as. a real funny guy, could make friends anywhere, a one dimensional nice guy. yet as work conversations became private, and meetings became hangouts you came to know more of childe.

you were enjoying spending time with a harbinger, you knew he was. the 11th harbinger, a killing machine owned and controlled by the tsaritsa. yet as you store into his eyes, his coy grin and the way his freckles contorted when he laughed, you couldnt ever guess that who he was supposed to be.

~

"comrade i think we are heading the wrong way." , he grimaced looking at the run down alley in front of you.

you looked down at the map, and then at the alley ahead, "childe... based on instructions alone, i believe this is it."

and so you walked, close together weapons in hand. down a run down alley, in a gang ridden part of town.

"scared for your life are you?", you looked the other way but his tone implied a heavy grin.

you squinted your eyes trying to focus in the dark, "no? are you?"

"you know comrade, around these parts there are several snakes to be lurking around...", he paused cautiously, "their venom can kill 30 men in one minute."

you shivered, his comments were not helping with the mood.

"its dark, so it should be the prime time for snakes to search for prey," his voice sullen in tone, "and when you least expect them to... they strike at you and pierce your skin and you die terrifically!"

you felt something touching your leg and you jumped up, a meek scream coming out of your mouth. your eyes widened as you heard laughs, laughs... as you looked down in the complete darkness. but there was nothing and didn't see any snakes, but you definetly did see the boisterous face of your team member.

you were definetly going to kill him now.

↪ tartaglia, italian for stutterer, most commonly a "comedia dell'arte" character

"tartaglia, huh?" you punched him, a form of banter between you two, "how fancy of you."

he sighed a hand over his chest, "its a title, a badge of honor to my affiliation with the tsaritsa."

you could never understand him, "so much for the tsaritsa is it ?"

he furrowed his brows at you, "just because you don't understand my dedication, doesn't mean everyone does. i do it for myself foremost, for my country and for my family."

"its alright tarti, man its alright", you put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

his face changed colors and he clenched his fists while raising his voice, "hey don't you ever call me that, that is not ever okay!"

you could only smile at him.

~

tartaglia, a government name or a work alias. a more formal name, used within business transactions and deals. accompanied with the glamourous, "11th harbinger" title and being a title in its own right.

the name was dangerous, scary and frankly powerful. a name which invokes fear in the hearts of enemies, but you could never see him as such. so much for being a man of many faces, you werent going to deny his battle prowess, but you werent going to deny his good humour either.

he was a good man, a killing machine but a good man. being a family man, he talked of his siblings in a land far away. a good ally, being present in every meeting and leading with an iron fist. a good friend, a best friend, for everyone and especially for you.

↪ ajax, a strong and brave hero from greek myth

his name, his real name. only ever known to the people closest to him. few fallen friends, his family, the harbingers... that was the extent of who knew his name.

identities were a big deal within the fatui, you knew the fact and so did he. was it intentional ? the more you thought of it the more it drove you crazy. ajax, a semi common name in snezhnaya, but it meant so much more when you thought of ajax, your ajax.

did you even have a right to call him yours ? you didnt even know.

~

"you were looking for me ? ", ajax called amongst the crowd, sticking his hand out as you say him a few meters away from you.

the crowd was pushing and your time was ticking. your mission was due and your boat would leave. lateness was not rewarded within your line of work, and you were bound to be shipped off far away. far away, to a place where you wouldnt see him, you wouldnt tell him what you wanted, what you felt.

"yes! but its too late!", you were pushed and pulled and squished, but you made your way through, you had to.

"it didnt matter anyways, dont worry about it! get off me!" you bumped against someone.

"i know its late, i know everything's not the way i wanted it and i had everything planned out i promise, but-" ajax screamed out, "i love you, i-, hey back off!"

grunting and curses in a language you didnt understand was heard across a multitude as you digested, what was admitedly a surprise to you.

you felt two familiar arms grip your shoulder, as he pushed strangers out of the way. you looked at him as he did the same and you couldn't describe it but he looked beautiful.

you loved him, loved the way he smiled. tbe way he laughed when you teased him, the way his eyes lit up when he pulled a prank on you. in that moment his eyes looked like those of a man in love, his smile lines present in the soft smile he gave you. his freckles, his eyes, he looked gorgeous.

"i love you too, a..", it slipped out, slipped out when you least wanted it to. you could say so much more, but you couldn't, "lot actually."

he was right in front of you and he looked gorgeous, even more so when he put his forehead against yours and he rubbed your nose against his.

"you can send cards while youre away, i dont care. take pictures will you ?" his eyes softened and he looked you straight in the eyes.

the word spread and you could hear it, ten minutes until the last passanger could board. the crowd cleared and you could see him.

ajax, your ajax.

he raised your hand and he pressed a single kiss before looking at you warmly, "better leave you know."

you nodded quickly and he chuckled nervously, "so letters ?"

he nodded as he started walking away, "letters."

-

A/N: back after a pathetic year of not writing, haha hello ! not spelling checked, not peer read or anything. written at 12 am and im rawdogging this completely.

[silvervinewine]

BATTLE INJURIES (W/ DILUC)

TW: NON GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF BLOOD, INJURIES

IN WHICH DILUC RAGNVINDR FINDS HIMSELF HURT, YET YOU TAKE YOUR TIME TO PATCH UP HIS WOUNDS

"you do not have to do this, i'll be alright," DILUC paused, looking to the side, "i can handle it myself, i have done this before?"

giant scissor and bandages at hand at hand, you were tempted to begin cutting away at his shirt, eager to care for the gash hidden beneath layers of shredded fabric.

you looked at him through the embarrasment, his eyes sternly focused on avoiding your gaze.

"may i?", you tried to get his attention, pointing at , attempting to get some sort of permission.

"yes.", was all he uttered before looking down, his bangs hiding his feautures.

and at last, that was all you needed to start cutting away. an ambush was really the last thing you expected, after all thedarknight hero never lets down his guard, especially in a midnight stroll. even if the fatui agents were clearly outmatched against mondstadt's own vigilante, a certain skirmisher managed to distract DILUC.

looking away he felt your own hands on his torso. feathering touches moving across his sides. he didn't expect you to touch him like this, even though it is nothing more than first aid, it felt so intimate. his feelings for you were relatively a new thing for you, and now he felt them, actually felt them. your hands provoked a feeling so unknown, he didn't know what to think of himself when he started turning red.

he was a cold man, repressed and always keeping his feelings behind many walls and barriers. despite his unwilling behaviour, he felt so strongly towards you.

"oh.", he winced, closing his eyes shut, the harshness of the disinfectant stinging.

"sorry dear, i need to clean it up." you whispered closely as you applied gentle pressure to his wound. he turned his head and looked at the other way, as he pretended to remain oblivious to the pet name you called him, ignorance would be bliss.

you pulled out your small medical kit out of your bad, he braces himself for the worst. he was sure stitches would need to be needed.

"it's all going to be alright KNIGHT, i promise...", you didn't know his secret identity, how he wished he could just embrace you.

gentle caresses and piercing stings from the disinfectant stirred inimaginable feelings from within him. soon enough you were finished, the clean stitches nicely lined up one after the other.

"thank you.", he muttered softly, the words slipping out of his mouth automatically.

"everything for you," you whispered back, this time smiling softly, "you just have to ask, whenever and i'll be there i promised."

he was entranced, looking at you shakily as you looked back starry eyed.

"you need a walk home?", you smiled.

that was all he needed to let you in, into his heart, into his home. the wind was scattered and the dim light of the moon made you look radiant.

"yes, i do need some company." he muttered quickly as you helped him up.

[silvervinewine]

REQS ARE OPEN FOR ALL!!

WILL ONLY TAKE ON ABOUT 1-3 PER WEEK

im back from the dead,

and after a fic posted ive got no requests i really enjoy writing. therefore, ive announced ive opened requests for all just pop in a request for character maybe trope you want and in one week or more youll recieve your fic !!

feel free to drop by to ask for anythin with your faves!

[silvervinewine]

need 2 repost, love you guys ♡

Hii! I saw ur reqs are open!! :D if its ok can I request dottore (+segments) relationship hcs?

DOTTORE (+SEGMENTS) RELATIONSHIP HC

introductions were short and brief, a simple hello before you got to work alongside him, or the multiple hims. (very confusing to digest at the very start)

an assistant, supposedly an easy job for just about anyone. but it isnt just anyone youre working for, its a harbinger and his multiple freaky clones, come on !

being dragged off to help fairly younger versions of him with their experiments of dubious ethical values, being careful as to do your best.

one wrong move and youll end up in the cleaners, great job prospect for you !! surprisingly enough though, they accept you in their circle.

compared to the older versions of him, the younger segments are less guarded... and more carefree. you joke around with em, you bring them gifts and they happily accept em.

you talk to em and slowly but surely they start revealin parts of their history. fast movin experiments, considerable murders and lotsa studying within the academiya was what they told you about.

you accepted them for them with a little hesistance, but still do. and to their delight (?), not very clear they come to seek for you. yearn is silent within all dotttore variants, but mutual respect becomes one sided puppy love.

dumb crushes and the ruse they put up, being in love.. they did not realize you were also a scholar, one with a little more sense of social awareness. soon enough you cracked open their supposedly top secret plot.

their eagerness and surprising acceptance leads you to work with some of the older clones. a challenging next step for you.

blunt and close guarded, thats whats you came to know the few late adult clones as.

engaging in conversation which would lead to laughter and giggles with the young adult variants quickly fell on deaf ears.

you became used to ignoring and being ignored, and you came to miss the younger guys, repeatedly seeking them out.

using your lunch break to talk to the younger bunch, some of them really liked you some of then merely respected you and that was normal within their little society.

talking and lunching, before being found out by the superiors. it was your lunch break, you were mortal and you needed to eat but the segments didnt.

fighting back and through persuasive means you managed to lure a few older clones, little by little.

sweet dinners lit by the firelight and you were able to seduce a couple of older clones into talking, they told you about their plights and you listened.

touchstarved and unloved were the segments, and you could change that. you could. brushing hands and sitting a little closer before ultimately hugging them.

definetly the begginning of the end, and in little to no time did you have an older segment in your lap resting while you ran your fingers across their hair.

then there were two, then three segments, then four, and eight and more. all competing for affection, all yearnin for something they hadnt experienced.

one day IL DOTTORE stepped in though, the real deal, the doctor.

heard of all the talk from within the grapevine, a distraction and there could be no distractions for the segments.

they were an extension of him, carefully crafted to do their individual jobs. careful workers, guarded and alone. a part of his conciousness, and he knew he was indeed guarded and he had no need for any romantic nuisances around.

stepping into a room to find upwards of 4 segments all curled around you as you read a story. this was not bound to happen, not bound to when they needed to work.

he shooes them away, brushing them off before demanding you at once worked directly with him. whisking you away to a far away laboratory.

the doctor himself was cold, cold and harsh with everyone around him. yet with careful consideration, you managed to find the man within him.

soft bribes with the best pastries and careful hugs and caresses and he was under your spell, geez did he come to love you.

you promised him you would stay by his side, keep him company and suddenly a good part of his years looked better than before.

a gruff man, he knew himself to be cold and calculated but you threw him haywire somehow. he didnt know what could be.

until he did, he came to realize you loved him and from there on he didnt let go.

one step at a time, and slowly but surely you entered a state of relationship. a state of pure lovesick bliss.

whether it was romantic dinner dates or soft picnics, he loved it.

he came to tell you bits n pieces of his past and you held him all throughout, holding his face and kissing it gently much to his dismay (pleasure actually, but he wouldnt ever admit that).

as long as you were beside him, he was down.

you loved him and he loved you, and that was a given. even though he was cold and a bit egocentric, he still loved you n only you.

(A/N not proof read or spelling checked or grammae checked, sorey if this isnt what you qanted kinda went off the deep end geez )

[silvervinewine]

kind of need to repost my own fic man 😔

childe, tartaglia, ajax: a man of many names

↪ childe, noun, a young man of noble birth

childe, was the name you first knew him as. after all it was the name most used within the fatui. casual and pleasant, thats what you came to know him as. a real funny guy, could make friends anywhere, a one dimensional nice guy. yet as work conversations became private, and meetings became hangouts you came to know more of childe.

you were enjoying spending time with a harbinger, you knew he was. the 11th harbinger, a killing machine owned and controlled by the tsaritsa. yet as you store into his eyes, his coy grin and the way his freckles contorted when he laughed, you couldnt ever guess that who he was supposed to be.

~

"comrade i think we are heading the wrong way." , he grimaced looking at the run down alley in front of you.

you looked down at the map, and then at the alley ahead, "childe... based on instructions alone, i believe this is it."

and so you walked, close together weapons in hand. down a run down alley, in a gang ridden part of town.

"scared for your life are you?", you looked the other way but his tone implied a heavy grin.

you squinted your eyes trying to focus in the dark, "no? are you?"

"you know comrade, around these parts there are several snakes to be lurking around...", he paused cautiously, "their venom can kill 30 men in one minute."

you shivered, his comments were not helping with the mood.

"its dark, so it should be the prime time for snakes to search for prey," his voice sullen in tone, "and when you least expect them to... they strike at you and pierce your skin and you die terrifically!"

you felt something touching your leg and you jumped up, a meek scream coming out of your mouth. your eyes widened as you heard laughs, laughs... as you looked down in the complete darkness. but there was nothing and didn't see any snakes, but you definetly did see the boisterous face of your team member.

you were definetly going to kill him now.

↪ tartaglia, italian for stutterer, most commonly a "comedia dell'arte" character

"tartaglia, huh?" you punched him, a form of banter between you two, "how fancy of you."

he sighed a hand over his chest, "its a title, a badge of honor to my affiliation with the tsaritsa."

you could never understand him, "so much for the tsaritsa is it ?"

he furrowed his brows at you, "just because you don't understand my dedication, doesn't mean everyone does. i do it for myself foremost, for my country and for my family."

"its alright tarti, man its alright", you put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

his face changed colors and he clenched his fists while raising his voice, "hey don't you ever call me that, that is not ever okay!"

you could only smile at him.

~

tartaglia, a government name or a work alias. a more formal name, used within business transactions and deals. accompanied with the glamourous, "11th harbinger" title and being a title in its own right.

the name was dangerous, scary and frankly powerful. a name which invokes fear in the hearts of enemies, but you could never see him as such. so much for being a man of many faces, you werent going to deny his battle prowess, but you werent going to deny his good humour either.

he was a good man, a killing machine but a good man. being a family man, he talked of his siblings in a land far away. a good ally, being present in every meeting and leading with an iron fist. a good friend, a best friend, for everyone and especially for you.

↪ ajax, a strong and brave hero from greek myth

his name, his real name. only ever known to the people closest to him. few fallen friends, his family, the harbingers... that was the extent of who knew his name.

identities were a big deal within the fatui, you knew the fact and so did he. was it intentional ? the more you thought of it the more it drove you crazy. ajax, a semi common name in snezhnaya, but it meant so much more when you thought of ajax, your ajax.

did you even have a right to call him yours ? you didnt even know.

~

"you were looking for me ? ", ajax called amongst the crowd, sticking his hand out as you say him a few meters away from you.

the crowd was pushing and your time was ticking. your mission was due and your boat would leave. lateness was not rewarded within your line of work, and you were bound to be shipped off far away. far away, to a place where you wouldnt see him, you wouldnt tell him what you wanted, what you felt.

"yes! but its too late!", you were pushed and pulled and squished, but you made your way through, you had to.

"it didnt matter anyways, dont worry about it! get off me!" you bumped against someone.

"i know its late, i know everything's not the way i wanted it and i had everything planned out i promise, but-" ajax screamed out, "i love you, i-, hey back off!"

grunting and curses in a language you didnt understand was heard across a multitude as you digested, what was admitedly a surprise to you.

you felt two familiar arms grip your shoulder, as he pushed strangers out of the way. you looked at him as he did the same and you couldn't describe it but he looked beautiful.

you loved him, loved the way he smiled. tbe way he laughed when you teased him, the way his eyes lit up when he pulled a prank on you. in that moment his eyes looked like those of a man in love, his smile lines present in the soft smile he gave you. his freckles, his eyes, he looked gorgeous.

"i love you too, a..", it slipped out, slipped out when you least wanted it to. you could say so much more, but you couldn't, "lot actually."

he was right in front of you and he looked gorgeous, even more so when he put his forehead against yours and he rubbed your nose against his.

"you can send cards while youre away, i dont care. take pictures will you ?" his eyes softened and he looked you straight in the eyes.

the word spread and you could hear it, ten minutes until the last passanger could board. the crowd cleared and you could see him.

ajax, your ajax.

he raised your hand and he pressed a single kiss before looking at you warmly, "better leave you know."

you nodded quickly and he chuckled nervously, "so letters ?"

he nodded as he started walking away, "letters."

-

A/N: back after a pathetic year of not writing, haha hello ! not spelling checked, not peer read or anything. written at 12 am and im rawdogging this completely.

[silvervinewine]

Hii! I saw ur reqs are open!! :D if its ok can I request dottore (+segments) relationship hcs?

DOTTORE (+SEGMENTS) RELATIONSHIP HC

introductions were short and brief, a simple hello before you got to work alongside him, or the multiple hims. (very confusing to digest at the very start)

an assistant, supposedly an easy job for just about anyone. but it isnt just anyone youre working for, its a harbinger and his multiple freaky clones, come on !

being dragged off to help fairly younger versions of him with their experiments of dubious ethical values, being careful as to do your best.

one wrong move and youll end up in the cleaners, great job prospect for you !! surprisingly enough though, they accept you in their circle.

compared to the older versions of him, the younger segments are less guarded... and more carefree. you joke around with em, you bring them gifts and they happily accept em.

you talk to em and slowly but surely they start revealin parts of their history. fast movin experiments, considerable murders and lotsa studying within the academiya was what they told you about.

you accepted them for them with a little hesistance, but still do. and to their delight (?), not very clear they come to seek for you. yearn is silent within all dotttore variants, but mutual respect becomes one sided puppy love.

dumb crushes and the ruse they put up, being in love.. they did not realize you were also a scholar, one with a little more sense of social awareness. soon enough you cracked open their supposedly top secret plot.

their eagerness and surprising acceptance leads you to work with some of the older clones. a challenging next step for you.

blunt and close guarded, thats whats you came to know the few late adult clones as.

engaging in conversation which would lead to laughter and giggles with the young adult variants quickly fell on deaf ears.

you became used to ignoring and being ignored, and you came to miss the younger guys, repeatedly seeking them out.

using your lunch break to talk to the younger bunch, some of them really liked you some of then merely respected you and that was normal within their little society.

talking and lunching, before being found out by the superiors. it was your lunch break, you were mortal and you needed to eat but the segments didnt.

fighting back and through persuasive means you managed to lure a few older clones, little by little.

sweet dinners lit by the firelight and you were able to seduce a couple of older clones into talking, they told you about their plights and you listened.

touchstarved and unloved were the segments, and you could change that. you could. brushing hands and sitting a little closer before ultimately hugging them.

definetly the begginning of the end, and in little to no time did you have an older segment in your lap resting while you ran your fingers across their hair.

then there were two, then three segments, then four, and eight and more. all competing for affection, all yearnin for something they hadnt experienced.

one day IL DOTTORE stepped in though, the real deal, the doctor.

heard of all the talk from within the grapevine, a distraction and there could be no distractions for the segments.

they were an extension of him, carefully crafted to do their individual jobs. careful workers, guarded and alone. a part of his conciousness, and he knew he was indeed guarded and he had no need for any romantic nuisances around.

stepping into a room to find upwards of 4 segments all curled around you as you read a story. this was not bound to happen, not bound to when they needed to work.

he shooes them away, brushing them off before demanding you at once worked directly with him. whisking you away to a far away laboratory.

the doctor himself was cold, cold and harsh with everyone around him. yet with careful consideration, you managed to find the man within him.

soft bribes with the best pastries and careful hugs and caresses and he was under your spell, geez did he come to love you.

you promised him you would stay by his side, keep him company and suddenly a good part of his years looked better than before.

a gruff man, he knew himself to be cold and calculated but you threw him haywire somehow. he didnt know what could be.

until he did, he came to realize you loved him and from there on he didnt let go.

one step at a time, and slowly but surely you entered a state of relationship. a state of pure lovesick bliss.

whether it was romantic dinner dates or soft picnics, he loved it.

he came to tell you bits n pieces of his past and you held him all throughout, holding his face and kissing it gently much to his dismay (pleasure actually, but he wouldnt ever admit that).

as long as you were beside him, he was down.

you loved him and he loved you, and that was a given. even though he was cold and a bit egocentric, he still loved you n only you.

(A/N not proof read or spelling checked or grammae checked, sorey if this isnt what you qanted kinda went off the deep end geez )

[silvervinewine]

REQS ARE OPEN FOR ALL!!

WILL ONLY TAKE ON ABOUT 1-3 PER WEEK

im back from the dead,

and after a fic posted ive got no requests i really enjoy writing. therefore, ive announced ive opened requests for all just pop in a request for character maybe trope you want and in one week or more youll recieve your fic !!

feel free to drop by to ask for anythin with your faves!

[silvervinewine]

childe, tartaglia, ajax: a man of many names

↪ childe, noun, a young man of noble birth

childe, was the name you first knew him as. after all it was the name most used within the fatui. casual and pleasant, thats what you came to know him as. a real funny guy, could make friends anywhere, a one dimensional nice guy. yet as work conversations became private, and meetings became hangouts you came to know more of childe.

you were enjoying spending time with a harbinger, you knew he was. the 11th harbinger, a killing machine owned and controlled by the tsaritsa. yet as you store into his eyes, his coy grin and the way his freckles contorted when he laughed, you couldnt ever guess that who he was supposed to be.

~

"comrade i think we are heading the wrong way." , he grimaced looking at the run down alley in front of you.

you looked down at the map, and then at the alley ahead, "childe... based on instructions alone, i believe this is it."

and so you walked, close together weapons in hand. down a run down alley, in a gang ridden part of town.

"scared for your life are you?", you looked the other way but his tone implied a heavy grin.

you squinted your eyes trying to focus in the dark, "no? are you?"

"you know comrade, around these parts there are several snakes to be lurking around...", he paused cautiously, "their venom can kill 30 men in one minute."

you shivered, his comments were not helping with the mood.

"its dark, so it should be the prime time for snakes to search for prey," his voice sullen in tone, "and when you least expect them to... they strike at you and pierce your skin and you die terrifically!"

you felt something touching your leg and you jumped up, a meek scream coming out of your mouth. your eyes widened as you heard laughs, laughs... as you looked down in the complete darkness. but there was nothing and didn't see any snakes, but you definetly did see the boisterous face of your team member.

you were definetly going to kill him now.

↪ tartaglia, italian for stutterer, most commonly a "comedia dell'arte" character

"tartaglia, huh?" you punched him, a form of banter between you two, "how fancy of you."

he sighed a hand over his chest, "its a title, a badge of honor to my affiliation with the tsaritsa."

you could never understand him, "so much for the tsaritsa is it ?"

he furrowed his brows at you, "just because you don't understand my dedication, doesn't mean everyone does. i do it for myself foremost, for my country and for my family."

"its alright tarti, man its alright", you put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

his face changed colors and he clenched his fists while raising his voice, "hey don't you ever call me that, that is not ever okay!"

you could only smile at him.

~

tartaglia, a government name or a work alias. a more formal name, used within business transactions and deals. accompanied with the glamourous, "11th harbinger" title and being a title in its own right.

the name was dangerous, scary and frankly powerful. a name which invokes fear in the hearts of enemies, but you could never see him as such. so much for being a man of many faces, you werent going to deny his battle prowess, but you werent going to deny his good humour either.

he was a good man, a killing machine but a good man. being a family man, he talked of his siblings in a land far away. a good ally, being present in every meeting and leading with an iron fist. a good friend, a best friend, for everyone and especially for you.

↪ ajax, a strong and brave hero from greek myth

his name, his real name. only ever known to the people closest to him. few fallen friends, his family, the harbingers... that was the extent of who knew his name.

identities were a big deal within the fatui, you knew the fact and so did he. was it intentional ? the more you thought of it the more it drove you crazy. ajax, a semi common name in snezhnaya, but it meant so much more when you thought of ajax, your ajax.

did you even have a right to call him yours ? you didnt even know.

~

"you were looking for me ? ", ajax called amongst the crowd, sticking his hand out as you say him a few meters away from you.

the crowd was pushing and your time was ticking. your mission was due and your boat would leave. lateness was not rewarded within your line of work, and you were bound to be shipped off far away. far away, to a place where you wouldnt see him, you wouldnt tell him what you wanted, what you felt.

"yes! but its too late!", you were pushed and pulled and squished, but you made your way through, you had to.

"it didnt matter anyways, dont worry about it! get off me!" you bumped against someone.

"i know its late, i know everything's not the way i wanted it and i had everything planned out i promise, but-" ajax screamed out, "i love you, i-, hey back off!"

grunting and curses in a language you didnt understand was heard across a multitude as you digested, what was admitedly a surprise to you.

you felt two familiar arms grip your shoulder, as he pushed strangers out of the way. you looked at him as he did the same and you couldn't describe it but he looked beautiful.

you loved him, loved the way he smiled. tbe way he laughed when you teased him, the way his eyes lit up when he pulled a prank on you. in that moment his eyes looked like those of a man in love, his smile lines present in the soft smile he gave you. his freckles, his eyes, he looked gorgeous.

"i love you too, a..", it slipped out, slipped out when you least wanted it to. you could say so much more, but you couldn't, "lot actually."

he was right in front of you and he looked gorgeous, even more so when he put his forehead against yours and he rubbed your nose against his.

"you can send cards while youre away, i dont care. take pictures will you ?" his eyes softened and he looked you straight in the eyes.

the word spread and you could hear it, ten minutes until the last passanger could board. the crowd cleared and you could see him.

ajax, your ajax.

he raised your hand and he pressed a single kiss before looking at you warmly, "better leave you know."

you nodded quickly and he chuckled nervously, "so letters ?"

he nodded as he started walking away, "letters."

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A/N: back after a pathetic year of not writing, haha hello ! not spelling checked, not peer read or anything. written at 12 am and im rawdogging this completely.

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new scott pilgrim show made gideon graves submissive and breedable how are we feeling tumblr

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asa is literally me, i am asa

It's genuinely pretty heart warming to me how little hate for Asa I've seen anywhere, she has all the hallmarks of a female character who would be absolutely despised by the fandom - not cute or attractive, honestly pretty unlikable as a person, very judgemental, and she's replacing a male protagonist (who is a lot more outwardly sympathetic because he is a sad puppy and terrible things that aren't his fault keep happening to him) - but instead everyone is really exited about the autistic failwoman protagonist and I think that's neat. Even the people I've seen who dislike Asaden still like Asa instead of hating her for getting in the way of the yaoi Obviously the tumblr girlies were going to latch onto her but I haven't really seen large numbers of people hate her on other social media either, and that might be me curating my feed well enough that I don't see it or all the people who dislike her have fucked off at this point but it's still pretty rare to see a female character who sucks this much as a person be this popular.

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RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND

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genshin impact southern headcanons

y'all can blame @pulpbeing for getting me on this brainrot. genshin characters and what southern activities i think they would do. partially based off of my own personal life experiences

ft. childe, thoma, diluc, baizhu, pantalone

childe -> gar fishing and catfish noodling

listen. childe is a dumbass (affectionate). he's also the wholesome definition of "boys will be boys" and that does not end at his fishing habits

one day he walked into a harbinger's meeting, arms all wrapped up. nothing unusual for him, really, but capitano did raise an eyebrow as he couldn't recall any intensive workouts that would have caused a need for the bandages. when asked what the bandages were from, the junior cheerily responded "noodling" and launched a full-blown explanation as to what exactly that entailed.

and it was at that moment, that the harbingers realized just who they were dealing with

has the seasons memorized as well as the best places to go fishing. he met an older lesbian couple while out scouting for the harbingers and quickly befriended them. now he goes down to their cabin for seasonal fishing, helping them prep and dry food for the harsh winters

of course, he isn't fishing just for fun. he's a master at drying and storing foods, his family having an ice storage underneath their home for storing fish and other meats. as much as it is a hobby for him, it's a way of life for his family and a consistent way for them to have food even in the harshest winters

his younger siblings never believe his personal fishing records, and he takes personal offense to it. he's requisitioned pantalone for a kamera to prove them wrong multiple times, the lord denying the requisition purely for his own amusement

thoma -> canning and preserving

there is only one season where thoma gets openly snippy with ayato and ayaka, and that is canning and preserving season

the windows and doors to the manor are thrown open, there's a pleasant breeze, the birds are chirping, thoma is humming a canning song that his folks taught him when he was younger

he is truly at peace when it comes to canning and preserving. the household knows that the kitchen needs to be reserved for him for a couple of days when the season comes around, an accommodation that they are very happy to make

special orders exotic fruits to experiment and play with. he'll dehydrate them, preserve them, just to see what he likes better. the local exotic fruit merchants know him well because of this, frequently sending letters to him when they get a new shipment in

and, of course, he isn't just doing it for himself. he has a mental list going of everyone's favorites. strawberry jelly and syrup for lady guuji, lavender melon spears for itto, sakura syrup for lord ayato and lady ayaka. sometimes he doesn't even need to ask what a person's favorite is, he just knows based off of his own observations about the person

despite how strict he is in the kitchen, it is a very peaceful time. ayato and ayaka frequently join him, quietly doing their work as he hops and hums around. they've picked up the tunes that he hums, humming along themselves on some occasion. and, of course, they are his first taste testers for new recipes... another reason why they willingly work in the kitchen during these times

diluc -> homesteading and animal keeping

no one knew how well diluc handled animals until one day, a cavalry horse managed to escape. absolutely none of the knights of favonius could catch it, watching in horror as it barrelled down the road. it was only master diluc who was able to catch it, quietly leading it back to its owners

and, of course, he had to scoff. "the knights of favonius can't even catch their own horses? perhaps you should better train them to avoid these situations. i'd hate to see a horse get injured because of your carelessness."

he'd secretly fed the horse a cookie to calm it down, but no one needs to know that

his farm is one of his biggest accomplishments, something he finds himself boasting about and getting flustered when he receives compliments on it

despite having numerous servants to handle things, he insists on waking up early to do the chores. making himself a cup of coffee, wandering out to check on the chickens, collect eggs, feed the horses and cows all before sunrise. it's peaceful to him, taking the time to pet each of his animals and go through his day's schedule with them. he knows that they can't understand him, but he likes to convince himself they can when they tilt his head at him

secretly loves giving the younger kids rides on his horses through the forest, especially during the early spring or late fall. he has the growth patterns of the local fruits memorized and makes sure they can take back a treat or two to their families

bakes bread as stress management, has a sourdough starter dating back to the cataclysm. it's a family heirloom at this point. will probably hunt you down if you ruin it.

baizhu -> the folk doctor (modern AU)

now we all know how some old farts refuse to seek out healthcare when they need it. refusing to go to the doctors, claiming they don't need help, DIYing their treatments at home. "stubborn old fart," their doctor quietly grumbles under their breath, flipping through their chart once more

well, enter baizhu and his tricky way of getting them to take care of themselves with his soft words and "non-medicine" medicine. an herbalist by trade, his knowledge being passed down in his family for generations, he spends his days in his garden growing his own herbal remedies, preparing them in a local kitchen where he can properly sterilize everything.

is he a doctor? is he not? no one knows, but his treatments always work. and the elders trust him wholeheartedly, having earned the respect of the even town's doctors with his practices

everyone knows his friendly smile and soft demeanor, waving excitedly to him while he's out running his own errands. sometimes he'll be stopped on the street to be given a gift by a patient he helped, other times someone will flat out pay for his groceries or meal. whatever it is, he must always mentally prepare himself for a chatty grandparent to stop him and chatter about everything and anything when he goes out

his treatments are herbal in nature and preventative, oftentimes containing immune boosting properties and balancing deficiencies he can see in a patient based off their appearance. they mostly come in the forms of teas, broths, tinctures, and the occasional balms. he also leads tai chi, yoga, and low impact exercise groups to ensure his "patients" are keeping up with their movement

don't let him catch you at the local restaurant with a hearty southern breakfast, though. you'll get a scolding from the man, his hands on his hips as he disapprovingly tsks at you

pantalone -> berry picking and pie making

pantalone is allergic to blackberry thorns and brambles... very allergic

that does not stop him from picking blackberries to make himself blackberry pie, however.

his agents frequently scold him, like a child they caught in the candy jar. "lord pantalone, please let us take care of that for you," they sigh, every season. "no, it's nothing a bit of cream can't fix. besides, it's important to me," he responds every season, his hands and arms blotchy and red and burning

it is special to him, really. while growing up, his older brother baizhu would brave the elements to pick the sweet little gems, knowing how much his little brother loved them. it was always the best time of the year, the pair eating out of the basket and watching the sun go down over liyue harbor, chatting about everything and nothing.

but those days are long gone, a fond memory for pantalone that he tries to keep alive by himself. and now that he's older and significantly wealthier, he's taken up pie baking with the blackberries, creating the most intricate crusts. it's an art style, sandrone had mentioned one day, poking her head in to see her fellow harbinger cutting out leaves from the dough. the entire hall knows when he's baking, savoring the scent of vanilla and blackberries. and they know how to not disturb his work.

if he ever invites you to enjoy a slice of his pie, you know you're special to him. that is reserved strictly for the director, his first agents, and a few others he's fond of. his yearly treat to himself is eating enough pie to make himself sick and scheduling the following day off

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personally, diluc had me twirlin my hair and giggling n' stuff but still. i love kya, he's so AGHH!! i wanna kiss both so bad.

WHO ELSE HAD KAEYA AS THEIR FIRST LOVE??? i was watching a playthrough of genshin to see if it's worth it and i saw kaeya for the first time and i was like . "yeah. ok. im playin'."

LMFAOOO.. to be fairly honest my first love Might have been lisa.. i cant remember but its between her and kaeya

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AT EASE SOLIDER, WAR HAS ENDED, YOU CAN FINALLY REST (W/ CHILDE, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE)

CHILDE

every seasoned solider has time to rest, after all battles only ever wear down your body. rest is time to heal, it is essential for any warrior. TARTAGLIA knows it is a human need, even if the bloodthirsty voice inside him demands for more. the voice is unwavering in its demand, growing resentful and spiteful when deadlines aren't met.

like any other human, CHILDE soon finds himself tired. he has finally succombed to the weariness of his body, letting himself go. the voice wants more, his body still pumped full of adrenaline wanting more fight. he stumbles across the fatui's medical ward, the tear that the foul legacy transformation does on his body is unmeasurable but he always manages to come out even stronger. that is who he is, that is what makes him a formidable foe. although he does always heal, the period of rest is unbearable. limping across the cold hallways, he clutches his arm sling close to his body, pressing himself to a wall as he gets a glimpse of you.

you are terrifying, a horror that can only match the tsaritsa herself, always making sure he stays in bed, taking extreme measures to do so. just as he think he's safe sighing, he turns to walk some more only to find you, arms crossed with a stern expression. he has been caught.

he is pulled to his room and snuggled up with blankets, he is acclimated to the cold of his homeland, a measly medical ward wouldn't freeze him to death, but you relent. you sit in a stool next to him, holding his hand. your reading a book, your voice resonating through the room. his thoughts calm as the only thing he could think about is you. the voice is long gone and he finally has time to rest.

XIAO

adeptus do not find any need to sleep, was a statement you were becoming far too familiar with. being an adeptus, XIAO absolutely refused any sleep, deeming it completely useless for him. yet whenever he comes back home feet trailing the ground and eyes half lidded begging to rest, you wished he went easier on himself.

could he spare some time for rest? time for peace.

the soft night breeze coming from an open window, as he came limping to the bed, sitting on the edge inches away from you while you were deep into slumber. he looks at your face, devoid of any emotions.

and for a brief second he lets his thoughts wonder, a sweet temptation of joining you. but alas, it is only a temptation, a thought he could only dream of.

he secures his polearm tightly, at once sitting up from the bed you were sleeping in. the bed creaks, as he find you wide awake. your eyes soften, gaze on him, only him. rubbing your forehead as you look at him, clearly drowsy, XIAO knows he has made a mistake. you take his hand into your own, eyes meet and at once he lets his guard down. there are still dangers out there, demons to be defeated. yet like always, his mind gives up.

he finds himself your arms, his forehead touching yours, at he is reminded of his past guilts. only when most vunerable, do dark thoughts seep into his mind. a weight on his shoulders always present, even when he tries to run. you kiss him, seemingly able to notice his exasperation. his expression turning into one of calm as his eyes close shut.

he will try to rest for once, if that means you will be able to be safe.

SCARAMOUCHE

SCARAMOUCHE is a mechanical puppet. he does not sleep, it is not within his biology to do so. though, you do sleep, you need sleep to be well. this is one of the many differences between you two.

you are rather nice to others, you connect with people with time. he constantly mistreats those he deems lower to him, he is tolerated by others. you are rather irresponsible with certain tasks, even if you have the capacity to finish them. he completes everything with a robotic precision.

you are the most annoying person he's ever met, but he can't help to be drawn to you. after all, you are the only person who's always come back to him. three betrayals he's suffered, every moment with you expecting one more being added to the list. yet in all your time together, you've never let him down, majorly that is. all minor disappointments are forgiven, though.

you've been a listening ear, guarding all his inner most feelings. you've given him advice, you've given him a home. you're his home, you're his constant, you're someone he can... tolerate. everything he does with you is a bother, that should just be done accordingly. yet never refused... he furrows his brows, annoyed at your silly proposal to take a break, go out somewhere and escape from the many labours of work. even if that dream destination is an isolated fatui camp.

he is trying, okay? he should get an award at the effort he's taking, after all he really does not find the purpose of rest in the first.

the day slipped through his fingers, as time always did when he was with you. laying on your lap was only for special ocassions, and today was one. your hand scratching his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, the warmth of your body pressed into him gave him a sense of calm. you handled him with delicate touch, as if he were a fine porcelain doll, afraid he might shatter with enough pressure.

he did not have the guts to tell you he quite appreciated your efforts, going as far as declaring he liked you. he thought of speaking, but words failed, besides he was SCARAMOUCHE the balladeer, an untouchable pillar of pride. he had appearances to keep up with, but if the stars aligned, maybe just maybe he would have a sliver of chance that you also felt as warm as he felt with you. you were his home and his constant, you were far too precious to lose.

(A/N: yes scara's part is longer, its my first time writing for him, couldn't hold back)

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SO GOOD, rejoice followers and fellow dottore lovers

dottore has a migraine.

he’s been nursing the incessant throbbing in his head since the morning, but after realizing the aspirin he took earlier had no effect whatsoever, he decides to send you away on a number of tedious errands to keep you out of the lab for the rest of the day—assuming, of course, that you were the reason behind his headache.

this is the conclusion he arrives at after noticing that he’s far less efficient when you’re within his sights. he’ll give you orders for you to carry out separately but still glance your way to ensure you don’t accidentally mix up the vials, lose the specimens, or do anything to impede his research. he doesn’t know why he feels the need to supervise you so closely though, given that you don’t actually have a track record of obstructing his experiments.

in fact, it’s the very opposite. you’re one of dottore’s most useful assets; you’re indispensable, even more so than his own clones at times; you’re efficient, initiative and adapted quickly to his peculiar working habits (unlike the other fools of the fatuus ranks).

there’s also the fact that you take genuine interest in what he’s studying, and not in the way the other harbingers did, which was always out of formality more than anything. no, you liked speaking with each of his segments, you enjoyed reading academic papers related to his areas of interest and you always took time to ask thought-provoking questions without the slightest fear that it would make you look stupid in front of him. you never regarded him with much of a barrier to begin with, not the ones he’s been used to since his days at the akademiya.

Seguir leyendo

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i have watched bungo stray dogs, i have found a new babygirl.

also! regular updates will continue sometime next week, as of now i am writting an esssay for school. the writing juice has flowed somewhere else (temporarily).

a/n: I LIVE! I LIIIIIVE it took one "I spotted Kuni's VA in the wild" moment to revert me back to my true unashamed self note: reader is female

58 + 1

You were always curious about the specifics of Kunikida’s infamous 58 Criteria for the Ideal Woman. It was one of those things that once you’ve heard of it, you just couldn’t get it out of your head. Seeing Atsushi’s reaction plus your not-so-little crush on your superior only heightened that interest.

Worse, despite your very best efforts to not intrude – of course, if he offered you to take a peek you wouldn’t hesitate – they were completely wasted the moment the opportunity arose.

“Don’t you want to read it?” The devil in the form of Dazai Osamu whispered in your ear, the spine of the notebook pointed at your stomach. “Your opinion is… valuable to him anyway, so why don’t you check it out?”

“I-I can’t-“

“Of course you can. You also may, dear. Trust me.”

You didn’t trust him. The chance that all he wanted was some entertainment for the day at your (and possibly his partner's) expense was more than likely…

Yet here you were, seated at your desk, flipping the delicate pages of Kunikida’s notebook.  

“Damn…”

It was exactly what you expected and completely on a whole other level at the same time. It was extremely comprehensive and oddly specific that you couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of him coming up with this nonsense in the first place. There’s no way he was still absolutely serious about this, was there? If he was, then-

Then what? Was that a good thing? A bad thing? What did that mean for you?

The sound of a loud gasp cut your train of thought.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?!“

Kunikida quickly swiped his notebook away from you. It annoyed him that you read it without permission – how could you do that to him? – but the moment he realized which portion you read, all of the anger vanished; all that was left was embarrassment and panic. How did the last person who should have ever read it have the very thing in her hands? What’s worse was the unreadable expression on your face.

“Why did- no wait, I-I can explain-“

You chuckled lightly. How could you even be so calm right now?! “There’s no need, Kunikida-san. I should be the one apologizing for peeking without asking you first.”

Despite that, the air only grew more tense. The thoughts rushing through both of your heads almost choked you both.

“If I may,” you continued. “I have a suggestion.”

“S-suggestion?”

“Yes. There’s one more ideal you can add, if you want.”

It wasn’t what he expected you to say, but he slowly took out his pen anyway. If the shame would never go away then he could at least follow your recommendation.

“59. Would still love me despite having read this list.”

He repeated your words as he scribbled it down, not noticing the subtle insult until he finally finished. You’re lucky he’s used to your teasing; otherwise, he might have cried on the spot.

“I-I’ll keep it in mind,” he said as he cleared his throat, trying to kill off the sudden blood flow to his face. “But why’d you think of that?” 

“At this rate it’s probably the only criterion I can meet, unfortunately.”

It didn’t even occur to you that you said it out loud until you saw his frozen but rapidly reddening face.   

“Kunikida-san, I have your next case here-“

The moment Haruno stepped in, you quickly bowed and left the office. Such terrible timing on your part, really. With how much of a mess you were right now, you weren’t sure if you could show yourself in front of him ever again.  

Well, it’s not like you had the time to decide anyway – just a few moments after you stepped out, a sharp tug on your arm forced you to once more confront his noticeably nervous and ridiculously red face.  

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#relatable

Need a man to whimper under me