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STAR it feels like it's been so long since i've wished you well !!! i hope you've been getting the rest you deserve (and i hope the fanfic writer's curse has been lifted) ! anyways rest up!!! i'm eager to read whatever you have cooking up for us :)

hi dazed! i’m counting down the days until summer (16!!!) and i should have something i’ve been working on posted either by then or a little before!! (20k pdh laurance x reader x gene fic?? WHO SAID THAT) anyways yeah hopefully i’ll also have the remainder of my winter event done by then too……… HAHAH anyways yes soon i will be more active againn!! yay! i miss you guys so much so i’m super excited hehe

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Winter cafe!! (I like the menu idea it’s so cute :() so MCD Laurance and Travis and I would like to order a coffee with cream and a jelly donut >:)))) (you’re my fav author rn you’re so girlboss and you got me rewatching diaries and Mystreet and everything just to appreciate your writing so much more

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, hidden location

𝐚/𝐧: awww that’s so so sweet?? :') what a lovely comment, thank you sm!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“You found me.” Laurance smiles, his eyes relaxed shut and hands unmoving from where they rested in his lap.

You freeze, pausing what you thought were silent footsteps as you stare at your lover resting against the tree. Your sneak attack was over before you could even make an attempt on the guard.

“…I was going to try and surprise you,” you sigh, shoulders slumping as you drag your feet the rest of the way.

This pulls a quiet chuckle from the man, his shoulders shaking as he cracks open his eyes. His eyebrows turn up in endeared amusement, his smile widening at the slight pout on your lips.

“I heard you walking around before you even found me, my love…”

“Of course you did.”

Even when relaxing in such a private place, he was so observant. If you ever lost him in a crowd, he’d find you before you even had time to look yourself, his eyes trained on you and hand reaching out to find yours. If you ever woke up from a nightmare, it was like he had a sixth sense; he’d wake up just a few moments after you, pulling you into his arms and whispering words of comfort into your ear. Sometimes, he’d even ask you about things that were bothering you before you even realized they were bothering you. He was once the head guard of Meteli and is currently the second-in-command guard of Phoenix Drop for a reason.

“Would you like to walk away and try again? I’ll act for you if you wish,” he suggests, voice wavering as he holds back a laugh.

“Too late.” You close the distance between you, sitting beside him and looking around at the dense plant life around you. “I’m surprised I even found you, though. So I’ll take that victory instead.”

He pulls you into his side, brushing your hair back. “Mhm. I’m impressed. This place is well hidden.”

“I’m a professional hunter and tracker now, didn’t you know?”

You glance at him, meeting the fond sparkle shining in his pale ones.

“Really?” he tilts his head forward, smile widening.

“No, I saw your cloak on the tree branch back there.”

“Ah.” He laughs, nodding. “Well, why were you looking for me?”

You lean into him. “I missed you.”

His eyelashes flutter and eyebrows pull up, fingers briefly tightening around your side.

“Ah, my love. Only a few hours apart and you couldn’t stand it?” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Well, me neither…”

“So I didn’t disturb your peace here?”

He scoffs, seeming to take offense that you even formed your lips to ask that question. “No, you could never.”

Your rest your head on his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead before looking over at the river running through the land. The relaxing sound of the water running over the rocks is like natural melatonin, making your muscles melt as you lean into Laurance’s side.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper softly, not wanting to disturb the moment.

He’s quiet, breathing even as his thumb rubs along your side.

“When my mind feels busy, I come here to relax and think. Relaxing by the river…” he trails off, looking a little melancholic. “It reminds me of Ungrth. We used to have good talks by a river in Meteli.”

You can’t help how your expression drops, the corners of your mouth tugging down at the memory of the passed wyvern. 

“Don’t look so sad, lovely. I’m alright.”

“I’m just… sorry,” you whisper.

He sucks in a deep breath. “I know. I am, too.”

You suddenly feel a strange sense of guilt. Like you’d disturbed a rare moment of peace and alone time for Laurance. Even if you were closer to him than anyone else, you both needed your alone time.

“Want to stay here a while longer?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he hums contentedly, though the peace on his face drops when you shift to get up, his arm tightening and tugging you right back to his side. “Where do you think you're going?”

“To give you privacy…”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you into his lap and trapping you between his legs, leaving no question or doubt about whether he wanted you here or not.

“No, my love. Let’s sit and think together. I’d enjoy that much more.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“It’s… freezing up here!” you yelp, wrapping your cloak tighter around your body, trying to keep your bones from chattering as a strong gust of cold mountain air sweeps against you.

“Ah, it’s not that bad!”

You glare up ahead at the man who was smiling impishly at you, his white hair tousled and green eyes shining. It’s unfair for him to look this good and roguish in what, to you, was miserable weather to hike in. You knew you were in for it when you started the trek up the steep mountain path, but when you started seeing snow, you had almost shouted at Travis for even thinking of leading you here.

But you didn’t. The eager, almost vulnerable look on his face when he told you he had a place in mind that he specifically wanted to show you kept altering in your mind, keeping your complaints at bay.

Well, most of them.

“Just because you grew up handling freezing temperatures doesn’t mean I can!” you huff, sniveling as you climb up another step ledge.

“Well, we’re here.” He reaches towards you, raising his eyebrows at your attitude and grinning. “Come on, sweet thing.”

Holding your hands up, he slides his palms up your arms and pulls you up in a swift motion, tucking you in his arms and placing a kiss against your forehead. His skin is somehow still warm. So, like a reptile, you curl into him, hoping the heat radiating from him would somehow transfer to you.

“I know of another way I can warm you up if you’re that cold—“ He yelps when you cut off his suggestive words with a quick slap to the chest and a sharp glare. “What? I’m just saying!”

“Well, just say nothing. Lecherous man.”

“Hey!” he laughs in faux offense. “I’m not that bad…”

“Hm.”

Travis’s eyes soften, his arms pulling you closer as he leans down, rubbing the tip of his nose along your brows.

“What…?” You start to giggle, the annoyed front quickly crumbling to his confusing tactics.

No matter which way you turn your head, you’re unable to escape him, and soon his nose is replaced by his lips smearing kisses along your cheeks and forehead.

“Okay, okay!” you crumble, fully laughing and ducking your head to rest against him.

A warm feeling radiates from your chest, and a sense of peace settles over you. You weren’t shivering anymore, you realize, and as you open your eyes to relish in your contentment, they blow wide at the view in front of you. The mostly unconquered forests of Gal’ruk and the domineering mountainsides steal your breath away, demanding all of your awe and attention.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper. Travis breathes out a quiet laugh.

“…When I was younger and feeling lonely up here, I’d imagine bringing a person most important to me, so that they could enjoy it too.”

You blink, forcing your eyes to tear away from the sights before you and back to your lover. He’d seen this view many times. And while it was just as beautiful as always, he seemed to find your image more compelling, and he can’t help the toothy grin that spreads over his face.

“So? Do you like it?”

The expectation on his face is endearing, almost childish. It makes you want to reach out and punch his cheeks between your hands, if only it wouldn’t likely disturb the shield of warmth he and your cloak created.

“Yes, of course I do. I love it.”

His grin widens to a full-blown crooked smile, the excitement on his face palpable. 

“I told you it would be worth it. I have a good eye for pretty things.” He turns his head, looking at a path behind him carved through the rock by the winds. “Now, there’s a hot spring nearby that we could warm up in. Interested…?”

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guys, i’m sorry i still haven’t posted💔 i’m burnt out as freak

i’ll try to get some new stuff out soon though, dw<3 hope you’re all doing good!!!

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saw this earlier and did a few sketches between my classes!! because yes, i agree!! baseball garroth!!!!

ok. um. fanart prompt idea thing. draw garroth in a baseball uniform and I’ll give you a big fat smooch!!!!! WHY CANT I FIND ANY FANART OF IT HES LITERALLY A BASEBALL CAPTAIN 💔💔💔💔💔💔

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Hi! If requests are still open, could you write an Ein version of reaction to you getting injured? Thanks!

Hello!!! Yes, you absoueltly can!!

So a few notes! Since no gender was specficed the Reader will be G/N. And since you didn't specify a species I'm going with human by default.

Also! This one is more notable, for pretty much all my villians the Reader is like, not in the dark, lol. The reader is well aware of the situation they are in. If you've read any of my Gene or Zane stuff, you know that. But I'm going to, unless specified, leave the Reader in the dark with Ein. After all, through PDH he has this whole soft little guy act going on. And I think it's interesting! I hope that's all okay! And let's get into warnings and the fic!

Warnings:

Manipulation ein is king of it, reader and ein are being harassed in the street by some drunk fucks. Cat Calling directed to the reader (Wolf calling?), horrible horrible acts of violence - not directed to the Reader. As per usual with the antagonists, unhealthy relationship dynamics.

Shadow souls were a ghastly thing, You knew it well. Black amorphous vapor with glowing red eyes.

They weren't human, Not anymore. They couldn't be reasoned with or experience empathy.

You've tousled with them your fair amount, a life of fighting Shadow souls could fill a mercenaries pockets to the end of their days. But they are hard to track, nearly impossible once they leave the area. Shadow souls can travel great distances in no time and leave behind little trace ... other than blood and carnage.

Your companion though, seems to have a sixth sense for them. Able to track a Shadow soul no matter how far it travels or even if they hadn't revealed themselves. Incredibly handy to have around in your line of work, and having all the charisma and charm of a pup in the rain endears you enough to keep him around even if that wasn't the case.

Even now, he trails behind you hood covering his large fluffy ears, back hunched to try and make himself look smaller (hard to do when your nearly 7ft.), one hand holding onto the very edge of your own cloak silver eyes downcast to avoid the moons light. While it's not full and won't cause any drastic changes, any exposure at any cycle can make a Werewolf more... volatile, so you guide him through the village when the moon hangs high in the sky.

You prefer to avoid it, but he loathes to leave your side, and you can't predict how long mercenary work will take. Sometimes hunting down a Shadow soul takes until the sun sets... like now. But moments like this are precisely why taverns were made! If... you could find the bloody thing, no village has the same layout, and this one doesn't have any signs to point you in the right direction.

"By Esmunds sword," you mutter under your breath. "Taverns should be front and center, for people who arrive to villages late, and! They are the main source of income in villages that aren't taxes. " You rant and ramble, made irritable by the late hour and your aching sword arm. You hardly notice the rowdy chatter filling the street. Or Eins low growl rumble in his throat, grip tightening on your cloak.

"Hey! You ignorin- me you bitch?"

Your head snaps over at the slurred cursing. A group of men are across the street, in simple clothes and cheeks red from the ale they reeked of from here. A flash of indignation flares in your chest you step forward even as Ein tries to sputter out a protest.

"Who do you think you're talking to??" You demand "to ignore you implies you had addressed me. Maybe if you got your head out of your tankered, you -"

" [Y/N] don't bother, only a fool would argue with a drunk," Ein mumbles, pulling you backward by your cloak further into the village streets causing a flares of indignation to alight in your chest as if you had anything to lose here, your a mercenary! And a damn good one at that and-

"Hey come back here. Should apolagize for being so.. *hic* rude to me and my friends" the man slurs following after, the two men by his side cheering him on and fumbling out crude remarks that make you cringe.

"I'll apologize in your DREAMS damn drunks! Go home to your lumpy mattress and painfully unsatisfied wives!" You shout back. You can hear Ein make a noise between a groan and a whine in responce but you don't really care, lost with the ember of outrage in your chest you hardly even notice your walking through the alley ways, fully putting your attention on shouting insults back trusting that Ein could handle leading you.

That's until a stone, the size of a grown man's fist is robbed into the center of your fourhead. Your head slams back from the impact a shout torn from your throat, hands flying up to where the stone hit getting covered in sticky warmth, crimson staining your hands. The world slows and there's only the sound of rushing wind in your ears as adrenaline courses through you. You've certainly been in more dangerous situations like this but normally your aware your getting into a fight and have a DAMN helmet on. You hardly notice the men approach and grab your arm. You hardly feel the deep, sharp inhale from Ein against your back. Then, Eins Katar comes down and seperates the man's hand at the wrist. You blink the blood out of your eyes, no longer sure how much of it was from your head wound and how much from the screaming man's arm, his hand goes slack and falls from your wrist to the floor.

Ein pushes you behind him and steps forward. Cloak thrown over top of you. Long black tail is puffed and wagging slowly.. menacingly ears pinned back and deep dark growl emanates from his chest Katar of his left hand bloodstained and he pulls out the one for his right. You're stuck, staring as what follows is a bloodbath. Gut wrenching even for a mercenary, the level of cruelty and pure bloodlust. The stones of the alley are soaked, and you're certain the men must be drained at this point.

You stare at the back of a hulking man, breathing heavy from not from exertion with his stamina... Rage... adrenaline... excitement? You can hardly believe this is your Ein. Who was so quiet, shy, and easily flustered. The Werewolf who yelped and begrudgingly required you to comfort him. You knew the moon would boost his ferocity, but this.. felt like much more than that. And yet while you're lost, head still spiraling with your thoughts, when his ears perks and his head turns Silver eyes meeting your own.

He's in front of you before long. Hands cupping your face, ears pinned back as he looks you over, carefully inspecting your eyes and the gash across your forehead blood-stained hands gentle yet firm manuvering your head as he pleases.

"By Menphias sword" Ein whispers as he looks you over "Are you okay?? Don't you know your name? Where you are??" He shouts off questions that you fail to awnser for the moment. Attempting to gaze past him at the body's or...parts that lay on the ground. Your cheeks are squeezed a little harder nails pressing causing your eyes to snap to Eins Gray ones. Now wide and without light... a slight, green tinge swims through them. His voice is eerily still as he speaks.

"Are you scared of me?"

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Girl are you alive did the fanfic writer curse get u THAT bad?!?!?! don't die on me pls 💔

um… i’m not gonna lie it’s bad you guys💔 don’t wanna get into much detail but i’m pretty overwhelmed and stressed atm, this past week hit me hard and this next week coming up is also going to be super hectic. but!! don’t worry cause hopefully it’ll all be over soon, and i’ll live! thanks for checking on me, anon, i appreciate you!!

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OH. AND I SPENT $5 ON A CAR WASH NOT EVEN 24 HOURS BEFORE. LIKE AM I A JOKE TO YOU

guys the fanfic writer curse is real because i triple posted for the first time in months and a huge hailstorm came out of nowhere with no warning and totaled my car today. what. the hell💔

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guys the fanfic writer curse is real because i triple posted for the first time in months and a huge hailstorm came out of nowhere with no warning and totaled my car today. what. the hell💔

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HAHAHA i love reading your reactions it’s so fun! thank you sm, i’m glad you liked it! lowkey when i first started writing him i was scared i wrote him ooc so it’s very reassuring to hear it’s right from a zenix lover HAHSHA like YES

(hope its not too late i dont get off of work until night :,3) winter cafe event:

Zenix (MCD) x Reader

coffee, cream, apple turnover.. can reader be injured instead of sick?

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, injured reader

𝐚/𝐧: for sure!! i think you were one of the only zenix requests lol, i love mcd zenix, though! also… i hope this didn’t end up angsty..? i didn’t mean for it to haha it is totally meant to be sweet!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“That was dumb.”

You wrinkle your nose, glaring up at Zenix from the ground. Your hair was a mess, and you were now soaked as the morning dew that lingered on the training ground lingered on the ground. The cold air made it feel like icicles were sticking themselves to your back, and you grit your teeth at the discomfort as pain radiated from your right leg.

“You gonna lay there forever?” Zenix continues, walking closer to kneel next to you and setting down his dull training sword. “You’re gonna get sick if you keep letting your clothes get wet like that.”

“Yeah, well, you just bruised my leg pretty badly and I’m pretty sure my ankle is sprained. Would you like for me to limp home?” you quip back, unable to hold back an irritated pout from forming on your lips.

That gets a reaction from your courter, his face shifting from that hot-headed guard to a more guilty, genuine expression. You rise to your elbows when he tugs at your boot and leg pant, clicking his tongue when he sees a slice in the fabric. Red was beginning to stain around the rip, and you wince as the pain truly begins to settle.

“Damn it.” he curses under his breath, his hand coming up to pinch his lower lip in frustration, fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

“Always so angry.” you chastise, trying to blink away the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. “You’re the one that knocked me over, why are you mad at me?”

His eyes dart to you, jaw clenching as he fiercely stares into your eyes, as if trying to chase away the mistiness in them by intimidation. You frown when he looks down.

“Shut up, I’m not mad at you. That’s stupid to say.”

He hooks his arms under your legs and back, lifting you up bridal style with an uncharacteristic gentleness.

“Then… what’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

His fingers tighten their grip, pressing you closer against his chest as he starts carrying you down Phoenix Drop’s quiet streets. 

“There’s dangerous things out there. You need to be prepared.” he says, his expression calm and tone almost unnervingly even. “If you’re going to be with me, you can’t be weak.”

The sudden, almost serious tone in his voice surprises you into silence. You knew how impulsive and strong-willed Zenix was, and if you were to pursue a guard of Phoenix Drop romantically you’d probably need to know a little self defense. But you weren’t expecting him to think of it so… seriously. Was he really considering that, in the case the village was attacked, you might be targeted just because you were with him? How could he guess if an outside source would even know of the romance between you two? Before you could conjure up any more theories, his voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” he murmurs. “I really didn’t mean to.”

“…It’s okay. I know you didn’t. The cut isn’t deep anyways.” You pause. “Though… you kinda scared me for a second. Your eyes almost looked a little red for a moment there.”

He flinches, going uncharacteristically quiet as he stares forward.

“Um, but I was probably just seeing things.” An awkward laugh leaves your lips when he doesn’t give a response, hands tightening as you ignore the strange tingling in the back of your brain. “It was probably just the sun shining on your pretty eyes.”

The tip of his nose wrinkles when you brush your finger along his lower lash line, as if he were trying to hide the pink color that was clearly rosing to the surface of his skin. He scoffs and shakes his head, but when his eyes drift to you again, the harshness in his expression doesn’t carry.

“No matter what, I’ll always protect you,” he confesses. “You know that?”

You swallow thickly. “Yeah, I know.”

A best of silence passes, and the heaviness of his words settling in your bones makes you start to squirm. Suddenly you find yourself needing more of the playful banter you were so used to having with him.

“I’m surprised at your emotional range today. For once it’s more than a grain of hot, angry sand,” you poke his shoulder.

He stops his steps, eyes narrowing and nose wrinkling at you. You smile cheekily, chuckles turning nervous as he slowly turns, revealing that the two of you were standing… right by the well.

“No. No, no! I was kidding!” you shriek, arms clinging around his neck when he starts to lean toward the edge, pretending to dump you over the side. “Zenix, you wouldn’t dare!”

Zenix’s evil laughter carries through the air, the amused sound sending heat to your face as he adjusts you in his arms, continuing on the path to your home. “What? Don’t wanna join Dale’s infamy as being the idiot stuck at the bottom of the well?”

“No!”

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add me to the tag list pls 💓💓

of course!!!! i'd be happy to!

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HAPPY ONE YEAR blessed with the double post 🔥🔥

what about a TRIPLE post??🔥🔥 (thank you, anon!)

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(hope its not too late i dont get off of work until night :,3) winter cafe event:

Zenix (MCD) x Reader

coffee, cream, apple turnover.. can reader be injured instead of sick?

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, injured reader

𝐚/𝐧: for sure!! i think you were one of the only zenix requests lol, i love mcd zenix, though! also… i hope this didn’t end up angsty..? i didn’t mean for it to haha it is totally meant to be sweet!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“That was dumb.”

You wrinkle your nose, glaring up at Zenix from the ground. Your hair was a mess, and you were now soaked as the morning dew that lingered on the training ground lingered on the ground. The cold air made it feel like icicles were sticking themselves to your back, and you grit your teeth at the discomfort as pain radiated from your right leg.

“You gonna lay there forever?” Zenix continues, walking closer to kneel next to you and setting down his dull training sword. “You’re gonna get sick if you keep letting your clothes get wet like that.”

“Yeah, well, you just bruised my leg pretty badly and I’m pretty sure my ankle is sprained. Would you like for me to limp home?” you quip back, unable to hold back an irritated pout from forming on your lips.

That gets a reaction from your courter, his face shifting from that hot-headed guard to a more guilty, genuine expression. You rise to your elbows when he tugs at your boot and leg pant, clicking his tongue when he sees a slice in the fabric. Red was beginning to stain around the rip, and you wince as the pain truly begins to settle.

“Damn it.” he curses under his breath, his hand coming up to pinch his lower lip in frustration, fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

“Always so angry.” you chastise, trying to blink away the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. “You’re the one that knocked me over, why are you mad at me?”

His eyes dart to you, jaw clenching as he fiercely stares into your eyes, as if trying to chase away the mistiness in them by intimidation. You frown when he looks down.

“Shut up, I’m not mad at you. That’s stupid to say.”

He hooks his arms under your legs and back, lifting you up bridal style with an uncharacteristic gentleness.

“Then… what’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

His fingers tighten their grip, pressing you closer against his chest as he starts carrying you down Phoenix Drop’s quiet streets. 

“There’s dangerous things out there. You need to be prepared.” he says, his expression calm and tone almost unnervingly even. “If you’re going to be with me, you can’t be weak.”

The sudden, almost serious tone in his voice surprises you into silence. You knew how impulsive and strong-willed Zenix was, and if you were to pursue a guard of Phoenix Drop romantically you’d probably need to know a little self defense. But you weren’t expecting him to think of it so… seriously. Was he really considering that, in the case the village was attacked, you might be targeted just because you were with him? How could he guess if an outside source would even know of the romance between you two? Before you could conjure up any more theories, his voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” he murmurs. “I really didn’t mean to.”

“…It’s okay. I know you didn’t. The cut isn’t deep anyways.” You pause. “Though… you kinda scared me for a second. Your eyes almost looked a little red for a moment there.”

He flinches, going uncharacteristically quiet as he stares forward.

“Um, but I was probably just seeing things.” An awkward laugh leaves your lips when he doesn’t give a response, hands tightening as you ignore the strange tingling in the back of your brain. “It was probably just the sun shining on your pretty eyes.”

The tip of his nose wrinkles when you brush your finger along his lower lash line, as if he were trying to hide the pink color that was clearly rosing to the surface of his skin. He scoffs and shakes his head, but when his eyes drift to you again, the harshness in his expression doesn’t carry.

“No matter what, I’ll always protect you,” he confesses. “You know that?”

You swallow thickly. “Yeah, I know.”

A best of silence passes, and the heaviness of his words settling in your bones makes you start to squirm. Suddenly you find yourself needing more of the playful banter you were so used to having with him.

“I’m surprised at your emotional range today. For once it’s more than a grain of hot, angry sand,” you poke his shoulder.

He stops his steps, eyes narrowing and nose wrinkling at you. You smile cheekily, chuckles turning nervous as he slowly turns, revealing that the two of you were standing… right by the well.

“No. No, no! I was kidding!” you shriek, arms clinging around his neck when he starts to lean toward the edge, pretending to dump you over the side. “Zenix, you wouldn’t dare!”

Zenix’s evil laughter carries through the air, the amused sound sending heat to your face as he adjusts you in his arms, continuing on the path to your home. “What? Don’t wanna join Dale’s infamy as being the idiot stuck at the bottom of the well?”

“No!”

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[starhvney]

oh my irene!! (see what i did there? hehe :3c)

congrats on 1 year for the blog, star! it’s been awesome to see your writing flourish, even more to see you grow as a person.

wishing you the best with writing, your job and anything else going on in your life!

- i forget what i signed off as lol, so… 🔮

hiii joyous! (my 🔮 anon since day one hehe) thank you thank you! genuinely this is so sweet, and i'm so lucky to have you as one of my mutuals on this platform! a year ago i was so nervous to have a public profile and to post my writing on it, and now thanks to you and many others i HAVE improved and grown a lot, and i'm so grateful!! thank you!!

[starhvney]

hello!

can i have garroth as a coffee with cream and a bagel? lovveee your work! drink water!!

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, cozy at home

𝐚/𝐧: of course, thank you so much!! also, thanks for the reminder, i was wondering why my head was hurting!! also, since the universe wasn’t specified, i decided to show some mcd garroth some love! hope you don’t mind :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Good morning,” you yawn, footsteps quiet against the freezing cold floor as you shuffle towards the window.

There Garroth sits in a chair, gazing outside as the sun rises to greet the cold, early morning. It chases away the dark night sky, turning its color into what was currently a beautiful shade of pink and purple that reflected softly against the planes of his face and the curls that rested on his forehead, still messy from sleep.

Despite how quietly you had walked over, your greeting didn't startle him. Your lover, after all, was an experienced and powerful guard, and he could easily pick up footsteps behind him (especially yours that he knows so very well).

Instead, when you make it to his side and he turns his head to greet you, the furrow between his brows was already softening and eyes were practically melting as they met your figure. Strong hands clasp onto the edges of your peignoir, wrapping it tighter around you before pulling you snug into his lap.

“Hello, my darling,” he murmurs, lips curling up into a pleasant smile. “Aren’t you cold? Why aren’t you still in bed?”

“My heater left me,” you muse in a teasing tone, earning an apologetic and guilty smile in return.

“I apologize, waking up early is just something I’m still so used to,” he sighs, burying his face into your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around you, attempting to warm up the cold that had seeped into your bones.

You sit there for a moment, enjoying the peaceful moment before deciding to speak up again. “What were you thinking about?”

He sucks in a breath, seeming to think hard about an answer before giving you one in earnest. “Mostly you. Otherwise it was just less interesting things like village affairs.”

“Oh?” you smile, tilting your head back to get a good look at his face, admiring the red that now dusted his ears. “Mostly me?”

“You act surprised, as if everything I do isn’t for you,” he huffs in amusement, turning his head to nuzzle his nose into your shoulder. “You're on my mind every waking hour.”

You cup his cheek, the warmth of his words defrosting your cold fingers and radiating into your heart. Another moment passes, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you as you relax into the embrace. His warmth could honestly soothe you back to sleep, but the steady rise of the sun chasing the pinks and purples away for orange and blue reminds you that the day has only just begun.

“Do you have a lot to do today?” you whisper.

He kisses your palm. “…Nothing urgent.”

“How would you like to stay inside with me then?” you murmur. “It’s been so cold lately, anyways. And you need to rest…”

He smiles at your obvious attempt at temptation, though the two of you knew it wasn’t necessary. You tempted him just by breathing in his direction.

“I’d do anything you asked me to, darling.”

You smile, victorious in the fact that you were one of the few who could “win” against the strong and mighty Garroth Ro’meave. He gladly lets you puff your chest in pride, his eyes twinkling in admiration as he stands with you still in his hold, carrying you off to the kitchen to prepare a warm breakfast to start off your lazy day together.

©starhvney 2024. do not plagiarize, feed to any AI, or repost my works to any sites.

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[starhvney]

yaaay star happy first anniversary !!! congrats and thank u for all your hard work :))) your fics are always so well written (and esp fun to read while i’m waiting on campus lol) !!! <3333

thank you so much! genuinely it means so much to hear and i’m always happy to know that you and other people are able to enjoy my work while doing their day to day things! i just think it’s so cute and fun hehe <3

[starhvney]

soooo totally missed the part about not being anonymous😭

mine was the mys dante (coffee/cream/crossiant) :)

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, outdoor winter activity

𝐚/𝐧: no problem!! thank you for clarifying!! your message in your request before was really sweet, so thank you :) <3 and i hope you enjoy!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Quiet giggles carry through the air, the vapor that huffed from your lips visible under the warm streetlights as two pairs of footprints crunched against the undisturbed white sheet of the road. Something about going out late at night for a walk in the snow made you feel like you were rebelling somehow—even though Dante and you were very much adults… and just because no one else was crazy enough to be out this late in the cold, that did not make what you were doing against any sort of rule.

Still, a certain giddiness filled your chest as you walked hand in hand down the neighborhood’s sidewalk, trying to keep quiet like young teenagers trying not to get caught (or in this scenario, wake up your friends and neighbors, earn some scornful glares, and most likely get a stern talking-to from Katelyn). 

Dante suddenly skips ahead of you, spinning around and pointing to a spot near the sidewalk where the snow shifted from its pleasant white color to a not so lovely yellow.

“Look, babe, yellow snow,” he giggles. “I dare you to try it. Ten bucks.”

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the amusement in them. “Gross. Seriously, how old are you?”

“Sometimes I’m twenty four, sometimes I’m thirteen. Depends on my mood, T-B-H,” he says goofily, before a horrible idea seems to hatch in his head, eyes twinkling in mischief as he slowly inches towards you with outstretched hands. “Hey, come here.”

You narrow your eyes, tilting your head in suspicion and holding your hands forward defensively. “…No, I don’t think I will.”

A rather evil cackle leaves his lips as he lunges forward before you can react, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around before shoving you right towards the discolored powder on the ground. A shriek leaves your lips before you can stop it, and Dante’s laughter intermingled with it interrupts the quiet night, echoing down the street and likely alerting anyone who possibly might still be awake at this hour.

Before you can fully tumble forward you’re pulled back into his chest, but your flailing arms send the two of you teetering off balance, falling in the other direction and into the snow. Flurries puff up into the air, settling a shocked silence between you two as they slowly drift back down and land atop your heads.

He blinks. Once, twice, before that stupid smile spreads across his lips one more time and he snickers.

“Your face is so cute…” he snorts, before giving a poor imitation of a cute shocked expression. “You were like this.”

An embarrassed flush spreads across your cheeks, heart rate still skyrocketed from the scare he just gave you. Deciding not to let him get away with his tomfoolery (again, as you always let him), you purse your lips into a pout, flattening onto your back and turning your face away from him in irritation.

“Aww, baby, come on I was just joking,” he coos, turning onto his elbows to get a better look at your face, not seeming to care about how the snow soaked into his sweater sleeves. “Hey, I really didn’t think you’d get scared. I’m sorry…”

He drags on his words, lips pouting as he tries to get you to make eye contact with him, even pressing a few kisses on your cheek—-to no avail, thanks to your stubbornness.

After a silent moment of contemplation he shuffles up and stands over you, feet on either side of your legs as he leans over to smile at you. You stare at him, wondering what on earth he could have planned next, and how you’d try to ignore it.

“It’s okay, we’re still gonna have fun,” he muses, grabbing both of your wrists and outstretching your arms to either side of your head.

“What—Dante, what the hell are you doing?” You blink, eyebrows furrowing when he starts… dragging your arms along the snow in a wide waving motion. 

“Making a snow angel with my angel, duh,” he says as if it were obvious, giggling and poking your nose with his very cold finger before stepping back to grab your legs and slide them across the ground. “There we go…”

“A snow angel with your angel,” you monotone back, deadpanning at him as he stands straight again, simply nodding his head in return.

You can’t find it in you to be irritated anymore. Not when he pulls you from the snow, smiling proudly at his work while dusting the snow off of your hair and clothes.

“Will some hot chocolate and cuddles make you forgive me?” Dante asks, quickly snapping a picture of the snow angel, sneakily including your incredulous face in the corner of the frame.

You sigh, shivering when a small breeze brushes against your now soaked hair and clothes. He stares at you in anticipation, tilting his head when you take a second longer to respond. “I guess.”

He grins, suddenly bending down to hook his arms under your legs and hoisting you up. His unpredictable action honestly doesn’t phase you, so you simply allow him to carry you bridal style with no fuss, accepting your fate.

This wasn’t the first time he has caught you off guard and kept you on your toes with his spontaneity…and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“...It was kinda funny, though.”

“Dante.”

“Kidding!”

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oh yeah, happy first year anniversary of this blog to my followers!!! i love you all!!!!!!!