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[rbxl-wanderer]

Ribbon Rabbit Daycare - weirdcore

by @vamimell

It's crazy how this is the weirdest room in the game.

[verstappenverse]

Just Another Valentine

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Every year you and Lando spend Valentine’s Day together as part of an unspoken tradition, but this year something feels different, something that is impossible for you to ignore.

1.8k words / Masterlist

Valentine’s Day always had a way of making you feel like a spectator in your own life.

The smell of chocolate and overpriced roses was thick in the air, reminding you of the one day of the year you could always count on to make you feel at least a little pathetic.

It wasn’t that you hated it. It was cute in theory, love, grand gestures, all of that. But when you were single, the whole thing felt a bit like a slap in the face. And unfortunately, this year was no different.

But at least you had one constant.

Lando had a habit of making sure neither of you ever spent this day alone. Every year, if you were both single (which, more often than not, you were), he’d take you out, making sure the day didn’t pass unnoticed. It started as a joke years ago and then, it happened again. And again. Until it was an unspoken tradition.

So when your phone lit up that morning with a text from him saying, Pick you up at seven. Wear something nice 😉 you knew exactly what it meant.

And for some reason, you spent the whole day trying not to overthink it.

By the time 7:00 p.m. rolled around you had already changed twice, first into something dressy, then into something a little more casual, only to second-guess yourself and switch again. Which was ridiculous because it was just Lando.

The same Lando who raided your fridge without asking, who stole your blankets during movie nights without a hint of remorse, who had seen you half-asleep and drooling on the couch more times than you cared to admit. The Lando who teased you endlessly, who could read your mood with a single glance. Lando who had seen you at your absolute worst, stressed over exams, hungover from nights you barely remembered, all the times when you’d just been a mess of emotions and he never once flinched.

So why were your hands shaking a little when you opened the door?

Lando leaned against the frame, dressed in something a little nicer than his usual hoodie and joggers, a fitted black sweater and dark tailored trousers, smelling like something expensive. His signature grin was in place, dimples and all, as his gaze ran over you slowly, eyes darkening slightly, though he covered it with a smirk.

“Damn,” he said, cocking his head. “You really listened to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “You said ‘wear something nice.’ I figured you’d complain if I showed up in pyjamas.”

He put a hand over his heart in mock offence “I would never complain about anything you wore,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your coat. “Yeah, yeah. You want a gold star or something?”

“I’ll take a kiss on the cheek.”

You snorted. “In your dreams Norris.”

“You have no idea.”

You lightly smacked his arm as he led you out. The cool February air nipped at your skin as you got into his car, but it was warm inside, the radio playing quietly.

“So,” you said, glancing over. “What’s the plan?”

“You’ll see.”

Ten minutes later you were standing in front of a cosy restaurant you’d never been to before. Intimate, dimly lit, tucked away in a quiet part of town. Fairy lights lined the outdoor seating area, and through the windows, you could see tables set with candles, couples leaning in close over their meals.

The hostess led you to a table by the window, and Lando pulled out your chair, waiting until you sat before taking his own seat across from you. You raised an eyebrow at his oddly formal behaviour, but he just smiled, picking up the menu like this was all completely normal.

“You really planned this?” you asked.

Lando leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

You eyed him, tapping the menu. “I don’t know. It’s suspicious.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Remind me how you’re single again?”

You exhaled a laugh, running a finger along the edge of your glass. “Probably the same reason you are.”

HIs expression flickered, something unreadable passing over his face before he leaned back, exhaling through his nose with a laugh.

“Has it ever occurred to you,” you asked, “that we’ve spent more Valentine’s Days with each other than with people we’ve actually dated?”

Lando looked up. “Huh. Now that you mention it… yeah.”

You shook your head with a laugh. “Kinda sad isn’t it?”

He laughed. “Or maybe we just have shit taste in partners.”

You hummed, swirling the wine in your glass. “Speak for yourself.”

“Oh, trust me, I am.” He shrugged. “Or maybe it just means we have good taste.”

“In each other?”

“Obviously.” He grinned. “C’mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you.”

You paused for a second, something warm settling in your stomach.

The two of you had always been like this, flirting without thinking, teasing each other like it was second nature. But tonight, something felt different. The way his eyes lingered longer on you when you spoke. The way his fingers brushed yours when he handed you a drink. The way your knees touched under the table, neither of you moving away.

Then as the waiter cleared the table Lando reached under his seat and pulled out an elegantly wrapped box, sliding it across to you.

You blinked at it. “What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Inside was a Lego Bouquet set, a build-your-own floral arrangement, colourful and intricate.

You let out a surprised laugh, shaking your head. “You got me Lego flowers?”

“They won’t die,” he said, “and we could you know… build them together, it could be fun,” he finished, almost sheepish.

You bit your lip, warmth spreading through your chest. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I know,” he said, softer this time. “But I wanted to.”

You ran your fingers over the box, heart pounding a little harder than it should’ve been.

Lando rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking unsure. “Is it weird?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s… really sweet.”

His lips twitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t know why your voice was so quiet.

You let yourself relax as the evening passed, enjoying the food, the conversation, the way Lando somehow always knew how to make you laugh, and by the time dinner was over, the restaurant was starting to empty.

Lando leaned back in his chair, watching you. “So, did I do a good job?”

You smirked. “It was okay.”

He gasped dramatically. “Just okay?”

“Always fishing,” you laughed, nudging his foot under the table. “Fine. It was perfect. Thanks for making today a little less depressing.”

He scoffed with a laugh. “Wow. That’s the gratitude I get?”

You rolled your eyes but softened. “Alright, alright. You really didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

Lando tilted his head. “Yeah, I did.”

There was something in the way he said it that made your breath catch for a second. But before you could process it, he was standing up and paying the bill.

“C’mon,” he said, holding out a hand. “One more stop.”

You recognised where you were the second he parked up.

“The beach?”

He shrugged, killing the engine. “Yeah.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “In February? You hate the cold.”

He shot you a sideways glance, “I also hate traffic, but that has never stopped me from picking you up.”

It was quiet this time of night, the sound of the waves filling the space between you as you walked along the sand. The air was cool, but Lando had given you his jacket somewhere along the way, and you pulled it tighter around yourself.

After a while he stopped, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked out at the water.

You stood next to him, stealing a glance at his profile. The soft glow of the city lights reflecting from the water caught the edges of his face, the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow.

After a moment, he sighed. “You okay?”

You blinked, glancing over. “Yeah. Why?”

“You’ve been quiet.”

You shrugged, toeing at the sand. “Just thinking.”

Lando hummed. “About?”

And then, without thinking, you said it. “I can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

Lando turned to you, eyes searching yours.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

Then—

“Guess I’m not as subtle as as I thought.”

You swallowed. “Lando—”

“I know,” he cut in, running a hand through his hair. “Bad timing, right? But I just… I don’t know how to keep pretending that I only do things like this because we’re friends.”

Your heart was hammering. “So, all of this—”

“Was me trying to tell you without actually telling you.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking almost shy.

You stared at him, the weight of his words settling over you.

And then, suddenly, it all made sense.

The way he always put you first. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. The way he showed up, year after year, on this day of all days. The way you never questioned it, because, well, deep down, you had always wanted it.

You took a step closer. “Lando.”

His eyes flickered to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Yeah?”

You smiled. “You really didn’t need all this effort.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you—”

You kissed him before he could finish.

For a second, he froze. Then, his hands found your waist, pulling you in as he kissed you back.

You pulled back. “Say it.”

Lando swallowed, his jaw tightening. “What?”

“Say it,” you repeated, voice softer this time.

His fingers twitched around your waist.

Then, low and rough, “I want you.”

Your stomach flipped.

When you finally pulled back you were both breathing hard, the air between you charged. Lando's hands lingered on your waist, his thumb tracing absent circles against your hip, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

He let out a shaky laugh, exhaling slowly. “Fuck.”

You swallowed, your fingers still curled into the fabric of his sweater. “Yeah.”

His eyes flickered between yours, searching, like he was making sure he hadn’t just imagined it. Then, his lips curved into a smirk, soft, almost disbelieving.

“So… that wasn’t just a ‘thanks for dinner’ kind of kiss was it?”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “No, Lando. It wasn’t.”

His smirk deepened. “Good. Cause I was really gonna struggle pretending otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

He nudged your chin up with a knuckle. “You’re sure about this?”

You looked at him, really looked at him, the way his eyes held yours, the way his grip on you hadn’t loosened, the way this had always been inevitable.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I’m sure.”

Lando grinned, eyes bright with something you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before.

“Finally,” he muttered, pulling you in again.

[losergames]

Chop Shop is strictly 18+ for language, themes, and potential explicit content. 

🔗 - Game Intro | Bug Report | Ko-Fi

Episode Four is now available! (+ 59,000) - PLAY HERE

Debrief after your meeting with Inez.

Steal... or don't!

Yvonne has a secret.

2 more achievements.

And more!

This update comes with a patch (Version 1.2.3) For this update you will need to start a NEW SAVE. An updated inventory macro has been implemented and is not compatible with old saves. I really wish you didn't have to but it's what's best for the game and its longevity!

Patch notes + author notes are under the cut. If preferred, you can access them in game in the start menu.

STORY

PROLOGUE:

General edits and fixes.

More vague, as to not elicit any emotional connection to the crew for continuity.

EPISODE 01:

Added a new set of personality building choices when meeting KJ, Jonno, Natasha and Aiden at the bar.

EPISODE 02:

Tweaked the conversation with Dilani in the closing scene to reflect more on the situation. Added some more fearful dialogue and flavour text.

Other general edits and fixes.

EPISODE 03:

Fixed gaps and spacing issues.

Minor phrasing and sentence structure changes.

Grammar and typo fixes.

UI + TECHNICAL

SETTINGS:

Changing the font size now only applies to the game text in the passages.

Added descriptions to the toggleable settings.

UI:

The background now changes colour dependent on what theme you are using, instead of the default black.

INVENTORY:

The inventory macro has been updated! Previously V2, now V3 of the ChapelR Simple Inventory Macro.

CREATE A SAVE

Modified the randomise PC choice, setting pronouns in 'sets' instead of randomising each pronoun separately.

GAMEPLAY MODE

Players can now choose a gameplay mode when starting a new save: Regular or Challenge.

Challenge mode disables the back button, disallowing players to return to the previous passage. Players cannot redo dice rolls or try out different choices for desired outcomes.

Challenge mode is not available in Create A Save. All CAS made saves default to regular mode.

AN: hello hello! it has been a while -- episode 04 is finally here!

this ep was a long one to get through but we finally made it out of the fog. i found that i wrote a bunch of stuff that just... didn't fit? but is hopefully going to be used later down the line, so it's cool i've got shells of scenes for later.

i can't find any game breaking bugs myself and my amazing beta testers have scanned through as many possible variants as they can! of course, if there is anything funky, broken, or maybe not triggering correctly, please submit a bug report!

again i will say that you will need to start a NEW SAVE for this update. unfortunately the updated inventory macro is not compatible with previous saves. i really didn't want this to be a thing when updating chop shop but it is unfortunately just the way for this update - apologies!! i know it's super annoying when games do this but chop shop is still a wip so there will always be some teething problems along the way.

as i look through my notes, we have now completed act 1 of my outline (AAAAHH) so soooo exciting. finally pc can stop wringing their hands about being bad and actually //start// being bad.

if you've made it this far -- hello and thank you! i'm so happy we're at the point where PC is making some real decisions, taking another step into their life of crime.

happy update day and happy reading!! thank you so much for the continued support and patience!!! i hope you enjoy the new episode! - becky :-) <3

[writing-whump]

Part 1: The Tower

Finally getting to the San Marino chapter. Have some carsickness, emotional angst, comfort, Rip and Dylan, Seline and Isaiah not quite sick but getting there.

Isaiah knew something was off when he found the tiny bruise under his wristwatch.

Tiny and thin, but dark blue, as if the skin was rotting underneath. Thankfully it hurt like hell when he poked at it, so that wasn't that.

Bruises blooming at the weirdest places was one of the side effects of being on blood thinners. Isaiah has been warned about it, and it happened a lot at the start when he was getting the hang of the right balance between the meds and food.

It also took a bit till it happened, so the cause was likely the day before and not today. Kinda hard to keep track of the food, when all the menus were in Italian and they wanted to try local dishes...and Isaiah just wasn't up to counting vitamin k in every sauce. This was Italy, not like spinach was the specialty. Basil and pesto though...

He figured he should be more careful about the food the next day. Whatever. It would be alright.

The next day was the big San Marino day. Seline was so excited about it nobody was able to talk about anything else.

Olive and Hector unfortunately stayed at home, Hex not wanting to leave the girl out of his sight even though she wasn't feverish anymore, just tired.

Kieran promtply rejected any chance of uphill walks (not that Isaiah invited him) and Alessia has been there already, and just wished them to have fun.

That left only Isaiah with Seline and Rip and Dylan for the ride in their overgrown car. Isaiah hoped Olive recovered enough for at least one trip to Bologna or Florence after, so the second week wouldn't be completely wasted. It pained him they wouldn't have more fun from the San Marino trip. He had only heard about it himself, but he was immensily excited.

They headed out early morning, Dylan providing (or more like enforcing) music playlists in the car. They debated whether Rip would need to sit in the front, but the smallest wolf was content to sleep the ride off in the back as long as he had his carsickness meds.

And because Dylan wanted to sprawl out in the back with him, Isaiah had Seline next to him for the ride.

Which wasn't weird or extra exciting. They were adults and they slept together in one bed each night, it wasn't new.

But the close proximity while awake and aware was a new challenge. Isaiah found himself glancing at her a lot while driving. She returned the glances, sometimes exasperated at the song choice, sometimes humming with it.

Sometimes just catching his eye and smiling to herself. Wistfully?

Isaiah was antsy for the first three days about what her answer or reaction to his midnight blunder would be. After that he forbade himself from thinking about it.

Better to be grateful they figured out a way to talk again. It had been way too awkward for them to stare at the ground in silence until someone finally walked into the kitchen.

They talked just fine now. There were some weird pauses here and there, looks averted too quickly, but they were getting there.

Yeah. He would get there too.

...

There was a quiet groan from the backseat when the serpentines started.

"You awake already?" Dylan said, abounding his phone only at the signs of Rip waking up.

Rip was leaning against the window in his sleep, but now blinked his eyes, curling forward. "What the hell are these turns?"

"We are going uphill," Isaiah said. I'm sorry, but there really isn't another way to get to Mount Titano." The road got narrower the higher they got, and the turns sharper as they circled through the houses built sideways into rocks and grass.

Seline had been making pictures since they started going uphill. Even the city under the peak already made for a sight.

"Want some water?" Dylan offered to Rip.

Rip looked at the bottle, licking his lips, then shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Are you feeling sick? The meds shouldn't wear down yet..." Dylan said, glancing at Isaiah.

"I could just go on foot. Catch you guys later." Rip suggested. Isaiah could see him going pale in the rear view mirror.

"Just this last part. Almost there," Isaiah promised.

Seline shut off the photography app and focused on navigation instead. "There are parking spots everywhere. This shouldn't be a problem."

In theory. In practice, everything was ridiculously full. And every full parking lot meant more turning around.

Rip had his arms wrapped around his middle, head pressed against the back of Isaiah's seat, taking short, shallow breaths.

Dylan yanked hismself off his seat belt so he could rub Rip's back. "Maybe the water would help? Just a sip? Something cold on the tounge?"

Rip gave a tiny shake. A small burp escaped that made him curl into himself a little more.

Isaiah was biting his lip in concentration, but it was plenty work to guide the car through these weird twisting streets. The cars from each direction and following behind him so he couldn't turn back anymore didn't help.

"Just continue like this on the left," Seline said, the calmness in her voice exaggerated but still somehow soothing. "Yeah, like that. Anything under those trees is a parking spot."

"Sure they don't belong to those hotels?" This was a steet filled with hotels and restaurants with parking lots on top of the roofs. Huh.

"No, I can see the ticket automats. In regular intervals, see?"

Isaiah didn't waste time checking what she clearly did see, finally spotting a place to fit the van in.

Rip was out the door before the engine shut off. Dylan had to wait for the other cars to climb up from the other side.

Taking the moment to stay still, Isaiah let out a relieved breath of his own. The car ride exhausted him this time, he felt flushed and overheated.

"We made it." Seline said. He caught her reaching for his arm and then changing her mind, getting out the car instead.

The air hit differently up here. Crisp, sharp, like it had been filtered through centuries of wind and stone. It clung cold to Isaiah’s overheated skin, swept through his shirt, and tasted faintly of pine and old stone.

Rip was braced on the stone railing, head between his arms. Dylan was hovering next to him, rubbing at his upper back.

Isaiah got their jackets out of the car. By the time they figured out how to pay the automats—didn't take cards, only coins for some reason—Rip was feeling good enough to notice the world around him again.

Everything down the railing was the going visibly downhill, the streets running parallelly to each other on different levels. Underneath them, right past the railing, the land unfurled in dizzying green and gold layers—hills folding into valleys, dotted with tiled rooftops and specks of farmland. In the far distance, a silver shimmer marked the sea, ghostlike in the haze.

Isaiah heard Rip's breathing hitched, nausea not quite gone but forgotten in the face of the breathtaking beauty. The drop just beyond the railing was sharp and sudden, like the mountain had been snapped in half. Isaiah could feel the pull of it in his bones, the strange ache of height.

The city rose ahead of them like a crown of stone. Sloped alleys wove between jagged walls and archways, curving ever higher toward the first tower—Guaita—its watchful silhouette jutting into the sky like a jagged tooth.

"Oh my god," Seline said, face-splitting smile on. She grabbed onto Isaiah's arm and he let her, confused and surprised how the sudden emotion took over her.

And they only just stepped out of the car.

They followed the cobbled path that curved gently upwards, winding through stone archways and old city gates.

At first, they were all quiet. Still shaking the ride off. Rip walked slowly, shoulders tight, one hand in his jacket pocket while the other gripped Dylan’s arm. Seline had tucked her phone away, no longer trying to capture the views—just breathing it in. Even Dylan had stopped his usual chatter, his head tilted back slightly as he looked at the tower rising ahead, sharp against the sky like something out of a storybook.

And it was like a storybook. That’s what Isaiah thought, as he followed just a step behind them. The tower, looked less like a real place than a relic from some other time, a fortress carved into the mountain itself, with stone the color of ash and thunderclouds. Flags rippled above it, snapping in the wind.

There was a moment where the path opened—between two ancient stone walls—and the entire valley revealed itself beneath them. Hills and plains tumbling down and away, towns like paint scattered across the fields. The sea glinted far on the horizon, impossibly distant, impossibly near.

"This looks like a fantasy land," Seline breathed, arm hooked in Isaiah's as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Isaiah didn't dare to speak in case he reminded her of what she was doing.

"No, this looks like the best RPG game ever," Dylan corrected with a grin. "All it’s missing is a dragon landing on that tower."

"They got the memo. Look at all the movie merchandise," Seline said playfully. Truly, the shops around the streets were filled with dragon toys, Harry Potter wands, and Lord of the Rings gadgets and jewelry.

Isaiah watched it settle over them. Not just the view, but the awe. That subtle hush. Even Rip, pale and still a bit green, let go of Dylan’s sleeve and stood straight, just looking. Dylan gave a low whistle. Seline turned, back to the drop, eyes closed like she was absorbing the sunlight through her lashes.

The heaviness in Isaiah’s chest didn’t vanish—but something shifted. Like it wasn’t crushing him, just resting beside him. He wasn’t sure what it was. The wind? The height? The sense that the sky here belonged to no one, and yet gave itself to everyone who climbed?

"Sel, you gotta see this." Dylan suddenly let go of Rip and grabbed his sister's hand, dragging her over to a shop filled with swords.

Isaiah could only shrug in amusement. Rip wasn't inclined to follow them into the shops buzzing with people. The two wolves stayed on the terrace of the First Tower, soaking in the panoramic view. Everything from the cobbled stones and the castle walls screamed history to him. Isaiah could imagine it—someone standing here, bow raised, the valley sprawling wide like a living map below.

The view knocked the breath from his lungs the more he watched. You could see everything—the hills rippling out toward the sea, rooftops and brick houses, and sky, nothing but sky all around. For a moment, it felt like the air held them all in place.

"This is the highest point," Isaiah said to Rip, stepping closer to him, hands in his pockets.

Rip's shoulders weren't tense anymore, and he had a completely foreign look now. He was staring at the view, eyes wide, and for a moment, he looked so...childlike. He might have been 19 years old, but Isaiah never saw such unguarded, innocent wonder on him before.

"I thought you might like it here," Isaiah said with a slight smile. Rip's love for heights was common knowledge in the pack, but the older wolf wasn't sure what drew Rip to them. The isolation of the place? The challenge of the climb? The sight from the top?

Rip snorted. "Like it? It's a different world." He let out a deep sigh. "I didn't...I didn't know something so beautiful could exist."

His tone changed enough to make Isaiah snap his attention to Rip. "Yeah?"

Rip looked down, kicking a pebble from the terrace, then looked back towards the valley. Isaiah could hear Rip's pulse racing. "This is...it makes me feel like there is so much more- more than I didn't get to see. Like it's all...just beginning."

"It is a beginning. You have barely lived until now."

"Isn't it-" Rip swallowed heavily, shoulders hunching forward. "Isn't it unfair- isn't it wrong that I want...this makes me feel like I could..." His voice trailed off into the wind.

Isaiah could feel his heart breaking for the kid at the hesitation. "You are allowed to want more. It isn't wrong to want something for yourself. To want it all for yourself, in fact."

With a shuddering breath, Rip braced his hands on the stone railing.

After a quiet pause, Isaiah followed suit and then lightly put his arm around Rip's back. Who did Rip need permission from to be happy? To want more for himself than just to get through the next day?

The smaller wolf held under the touch, even slightly tilting towards Isaiah. Just for a moment, fleeting and gone as quickly as the clouds changed above them.

[lavenderprose]

WIP Tag Game

Okay guys it is officially WIP Friday. Document transfer took so so much longer than I could have even comprehended. Do NOT try to transfer eight years of documents via the cloud. It will annoy you in ways that aren't meant to be experienced by humans.

Anyway. We're doing a WIP game I was tagged in by @ass-deep-in-demons. Rules are thus:

You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of your word.

My main WIPs right now are:

No Grave (Emmrich-centric Emmrook piece that threads through the narrative of the game. Basically: Emmrich falling hard and having emotions about it.)

Wellspring (This is the new and improved title of Breeding Kink Two Electric Boogaloo--Self-explanatory.)

Concrete Flower (Very tentative title) (Emmrook Pretty Woman-ish AU. Rook is an escort, Emmrich starts off as her client and becomes a friend. They fall in love. There's way more plot to it than that but that's the gist.)

My keyword is: TRUTH

[T] from Concrete Flower:

The Hotel Magistrate was thirty-six floors, thirty-two of which were hotel space. On the top floor was a massive rotating restaurant serving a menu of hoity-toity Antivan dishes, and the bottom three floors were yet more conference space. The conference occupying the space currently was the annual summit of the International Assembly of Navarran Funerary Practitioners. Rook noticed this, barely, as she skidded towards the elevator bank and double-tapped the button for the thirty-fourth floor.

As the elevator doors closed, she caught a whiff of Navarran incense, and thought very briefly of a home she hadn’t visited in years.

After the elevator and a handful of left turns, Rook found the given room number tucked into a slight recess by the stairs. Its distance from the other doors in the hallway hinted at the size of the suite even before she knocked and, in short order, the door swung open.

He was a relatively normal looking person, if one knew and accepted the fact that Nevarrans had a slightly skewed definition of ‘normal.’ He wore a silk shirt with sleeves drawn up by a pair of garters, a waistcoat, and a pair of wool trousers. He also had a brocade sash around his middle—very Nevarran, in a way that hit her with a sudden, though very brief, pang of homesickness—and a truly dazzling amount of grave gold. Rook, whose grave dowry in its entirety was only two pieces, found her eyes drifting repeatedly to the gold jingling at his wrists.

“Hi,” she said, offering a genuine smile and her hand.

“Hello,” he replied, taking her hand as he opened the door further. With his other hand, grave gold clinking, he gestured inward. “Please, come in.”

[R] from Wellspring

Rook is pale and there is sweat beaded to her temples. Every few minutes, Emmrich notices her press her arched fingers into her thigh, nails digging, and he wonders if the presence of the Venatori agent is truly nauseating her to that extent. She shifts restlessly on her chair. Her glass, perspiring at her elbow, is untouched. He clutches his hand tight in his lap and makes himself wait for her signal.

Finally, from the other side of the table, Neve voices the thought he’s been having this whole time: “She…doesn’t look good.”

“I’m aware,” Emmrich says.

“Maybe we should—”

“Yes,” Emmrich says immediately, and rises from his seat with a speed and alacrity that sends a few pairs of eyes turning towards him, if only for the shrieking sound the old wooden chair makes against the flagstone floor.

“Oh,” says Rook, when he materializes at her elbow. She grips onto the hem of his sleeve like she’s drowning and he is the only buoyant thing for miles. “Hello.”

“Darling—“ Emmrich says, at the same time the Venatori makes the unfortunate decision to open his mouth.

“This your dad, then?” he says. Emmrich can smell the liquor on his breath, though he has to admit that he’s near enough for the cultist to smell the wine on his own. He cards a look over Emmrich, from the tips of his shoes to the top of his head, and says, “Oh, more like your Daddy—”

Emmrich, for a red-blind moment, sincerely wants to forgo the idea of a hex. The vision of introducing this man to the end of his staff is violent, vivid and satisfying. The disgust is so strong it’s almost physical—Emmrich raises a hand, feels Rook’s fingers tighten on his sleeve in warning, and manages to mutter the incantation before she yanks his hand back far enough.

The cultist’s head is, instead, introduced to the surface of the bar, where he groans and whines as he tries to pick it up.

[U] from No Grave

"...unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Do you see these crabs?”

“Which ones?” To her credit, she frequently indulges him. She’s a product of lifelong exposure to scholarly curiosity, just as he is. Her being a Necropolis foundling and him being a ward to the Watch since childhood, they are kindred in that way. She seems to genuinely delight in his impromptu lectures, his long asides triggered by small details. He’s always been aware that he is a particularly verbose man and that this can be seen as appealing and grating in turns. Luckily, her opinion seems to fall into the former category, at least most of the time.

He resumes his crouched posture and gestures, rings glinting blindingly in the sunlight, to a trio of crustaceans huddled on the surface of a barely-submerged piece of driftwood.

“Do you see the shells they’re wearing?” he murmurs, leaning close.

“Wearing?” she says as she wades the short distance to him. She leans over him, strands of her hair draping against his shoulder. They are like silk against the back of his neck; rich, exquisite, and something he would like to feel against the tenderest parts of himself. Like the others, he pushes this thought away.

Instead, he offers her an approving smile, one he knows his students at the Necropolis to clamor over, and says, “I so appreciate how carefully you listen, Rook. Yes, they’re wearing them. These shells,” he gives a circular, meandering gesture that encompasses all three of them; mottled pink, ivory white and mother-of-pearl, “belong to mollusks. It would appear that, after the mollusk dies and the flesh is consumed by scavengers, the shell is repurposed by the crabs as a…well, a home.”

“Oh,” she breathes. She crouches beside him, using his shoulder to balance just briefly. He wants to offer his hand, but as soon as the thought comes to his mind, she’s already settled and removed the sweet burden of her weight. “Like little spirits.”

“Yes,” Emmrich says. Then, because that was maybe just a bit too much, he clears his throat. “Precisely, Rook. I, myself, was reminded of spirits housing themselves in the vessels of the dead. Fascinating, isn’t it? The way terrestrial nature can mimic that of the Fade.”

[T] from Concrete Flower

“Tell me about that,” Rook said softly, still fiddling with his button. “What do you like?”

“What most men do, I suspect,” he murmured. Her finger trailed down further, onto the next button. She fiddled at it, slipping it in and out of its buttonhole with a repeated flick of her thumbnail. His stomach, very gently, quivered. “My tastes are rather conventional, I’m afraid. I should think I would like to have you once atop me, perhaps, and then after we eat, I could have you again on your back. Perhaps use my mouth—if that’s something you’d enjoy.”

A grin crawled onto Rook’s face—one she did very little to resist, all things considered, because the moment it appeared Emmrich released a soft chuckle, and she could almost feel it in her chest. He was certainly enticing. It was rare that she could find nothing to like about a person. Rare enough that it had only happened on a countable number of occasions amongst the all but countless liaisons. Most people, she’d found, were grateful, amiable, and just a little awkward about the whole thing. Emmrich, in that regard, was different—already, she found herself genuinely enjoying his company, his odd turns of phrase.

“Sorry,” she murmured, still smiling, “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just…the way you talk. I really like it. Reminds me of—”

“Home?” he said, and she chuffed out a slightly chagrinned laugh. “I know, we’re not really meant to exchange personal details, but the accent does rather give it away. Though it’s faint. You’ve been in Tevinter for quite some time?”

“Yeah,” she murmured. To deflect, to get the conversation away from her and back where it belonged, she grabbed the binder—how weird and cute that he was still just standing there holding like a particularly confused butler with a tray—and tossed it over to one of the couches, where it landed with a thud. When she turned back around, he had a hand on his chest and a look of mild concern on his face—the binder, evidently, had been precious to him. She allowed herself a brief snicker. “We can keep talking, if you like, but let’s get comfortable. Do you want to show me the bedroom?”

[H] from No Grave

“Hello,” she says.

“Hello, dear,” he croons back at her, and even he isn’t sure why that particular word drops from his mouth. It just seems appropriate—she is quite a dear thing. Anyway, she enjoys it. A glow suffuses her skin, seeming to emanate from within her. He rests his chin on his hand and imagines himself to look like a lovelorn maiden in some Orlesian tragedy, lamenting her love from the balcony. “What can I help you with?”

“Oh, nothing.” She lifts herself onto the bottom step, but no further, and chuckles to herself as she bends backwards to sustain their eye contact. “I just wanted to…check on you. I guess. I don’t know, you seemed a little down, maybe? I know we don’t know each other well, but you were quiet after we left Rivain.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Emmrich says. “I admit I’ve been somewhat lost in thought. It’s been a very eventful few days for me, and I can hardly keep my fingers crossed for any reprieve when there are rogue Gods to contend with.” He traces a swirl in the wood of the railing—life rings of some tree that perhaps never actually grew. All at once, the melancholy creeps back up on him, and he sighs. “The Necropolis is ancient, Rook. As you well know. At times, it feels as though we’re rather…insulated from change. From the shifting priorities of the world above. Amongst other Watchers, one can forget the ire that the rest of the world holds for our practices and magics. At the same time, it’s easy to forget how…splendorous the rest of the world can be. I’ve been reminded of both those facts since joining this team. A reminder I sorely needed.”

“I know what you mean,” Rook says. “When I first left the Necropolis, it was the first time I’d ever left Nevarra. To say culture shock would be an understatement. On top of the homesickness, the regret, the damned…unfairness of it all, I realized I didn’t even know how the rest of the world worked. But we already talked about me, didn’t we? Do…you want to talk?” She’s already halfway up the staircase before he can fully process what she’s doing.

Part of him wants her to reach the top—the dominant part, if he’s honest. He wants to know what will happen if he accepts her offer, if he opens his heart to her on this landing with the promise of a nearby bed.

It isn’t a good idea.

~*~*~*~

I am utterly intimidated by the idea of tagging people and would, in fact, rather chew off my own arm. However, if you want to do this, PLEASE do and PLEASE tag me. Your keyword will be:

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[itsukismoon]

Yumekuro Artbook - Q&A (Yume Tsumugi)

>>> tsukiwatari ver. - magia seminar ver.

Canaan

Introductions: Canaan, the ring-maker. What I like are sweet sweet foods. …Ah. I’m silently sneaking out of the workshop right now, so please be quiet so they don’t catch me 🎶

MC first impressions: “Such soft cheeks”. Squishing them would calm me and give me motivation… I like them. However, I underestimated her tracking abilities… no matter where I go to slack off, she finds me pretty quickly. Hehe.

Bezer first impressions: Professor Bezel is super passionate. It’s amazing. I guess I’m surprised he’s that attached to me. I think it’d be good if he slacked off sometimes… wouldn’t that make him a better teacher, that understands his students’ feelings?

Meister you’re close with: Hmm, I don’t know. I don’t know if we really get along, but Volks always makes me behave. It’s like he’s always keeping an eye on me. It’s annoying, so I think I’ll seriously try to run away next time.

Adel

Introductions: I’m Adel, tailor for the royal warrant guild, Yume Tsumugi. I’ll tell you immediately: I only makes clothes for people I approve of. No matter how important their position or status. There are no exceptions.

MC first impressions: I was exasperated at the arrival of such a rookie. When she chose to speak, the content of her questions, everything was unpromising. Or so I thought— the speed at which she grows and her competitive spirit are not bad at all.

Jin first impressions: Jin, huh…. That one is so impatient there’s nothing to do about it. He quickly succumbs to his desires and indulges in as much pleasure as he can. At first, I thought he was knowledgable and with a good eye— though at least he has the good sense to be ashamed of himself. I’ll just have to wait and see how long he can keep up his self-control/abstinence.

Meister you’re close with: …unfortunately, there is no one up to such title. By the way, just to be on the safe side, if I you ever find me excessively praising the Meister named Merryrose, it’d be because of his powers, not because I truly mean it, alright? You better remember it.

Volks

Introductions: I'm Volks, a gems appraiser belonging to the royal warrant guild Yume Tsumugi. In addition to appraising gemstones, I’m also the guild leader and coordinate the royal family's activities. I look forward to working with you.

MC first impressions: I felt that she had the skills to be a winged guild keeper (TN: guild keepers have a wings shaped badge and Emma has it, idk if all guild keepers or only some of the best ones have it), and I was also drawn to that hidden charm of hers. I felt the need to make that brilliance shine even more beautifully by polishing it with my own hands. I got a little carried away.

Mel first impressions: I do not believe the time spent talking to Mel to be an unpleasant one. His knowledge and insight are remarkable, and above all, he is a diamond in the rough that is worth polishing. I plan to continue enjoying interacting with him in the future.

Meister you’re close with: I often eat meals together with Gastronomy’s Oscar, and we have a good relationship. I empathise with his greed in pursuit of fine cuisine. Whenever I entertain him, deciding on the menu is quite stressful.

Merryrose

Introductions: Dream perfumer, Merryrose. I belong to the royal warrant guild Yumetsumugi. The flowers on my arm? Don’t worry, don’t worry- Oh, that’s right. You shouldn’t get too close to me. Unless you want to be utterly charmed by me, mh?

MC first impressions: An interesting one. Her emotions are always showing on her face; she’ll react to everything. She’ll get mad if I play around too much with Adele, so I thought I’d found a new good person to tease, buuut… you never really know what’s going to happen in life.

Jester first impressions: Jester, huh… he’s so seriously out of his mind, it’s annoying. And what the hell do you mean by partner? (TN: The question asked is to talk about their “partner”, obv not in the romantic sense, aka the black fairies). He’s the one who decided to get attached to me on his own. He says there’s no shortage of unfortunate stories whenever he’s with me… tell a super happy story for once (?), dammit.

Meister you’re close with: It’s a guild thing, but Adel? It might not be mutual, since I’m only playing around with him one-sidedly… well, I like my guild mates. They’re strong-willed, so it’s easy being around them. Though I sometimes get really pissed at Volks’ unreasonable requests.

[kamesama]

— match-up trade: jjk.

for @jae-pudding › match-up trades › i think it's safe to say i made up my mind fairly quickly, but it was a close call between two characters... i'm not gonna keep rambling; i hope you like it!

your match: gojō satoru.

mischievous pranks. learning new things. the most random trivia casually shared throughout an outing. matching clothes. simple-looking but expensive gifts. taste of mint and ice. grunge. polaroids kept in phone-cases, wallets or nightstand's drawers. sunglasses. takeout. paint splattered across a pure white canvas. selfies portraying bright smiles, taken on a whim. men's labello lip balm. squeezed citrus. being eager to speak even with mouth full. conversing well into the night and realising it's 2am. movie nights; salt on your lips and body under a blanket. video games with vhs filter.

there are plenty of similarities, such as the most obvious affection for the mischief as your lips struggle not to arch into a grin whilst some poor unfortunate soul's tongue stumbles over words — or the lack of thereof. the hunger for mental stimuli is clearly present, and gojō satoru would so very love to satiate it. or at least attempt to, for such starvations are oftentimes a pull of gaping bottomless holes.

a potential for acquaintanceship is clearly present, along with the smallest tidbit for some friendly rivalry, or a partnership in crime. it starts with a knowing glance thrown across the room, followed by the nod utterly drenched in understanding before all chaos breaks loose — your words braid together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces to form a proper, believing story. it is very likely that yūji ends up victim to your schemes — megumi had long learned not to trust whatever symbiosis occurs between you and gojō-sensei.

but it wouldn't be gojō satoru if he didn't nick a nerve or two; all your similarities aside, this man makes for a far messier phenomena than you could ever hope to be. watch him arrive late to an appointed date, his posture outlined with leisure and with a shameless smile on his face. he makes up for it, though, confident that he could bribe you with your favourite snack or sweet. or his charm, if need be. perhaps a little exasperating, but it wouldn't be a match if it ticked all the boxes, now would it?

yes, he is skilled in everything he tries, but that brings with it an unshakable confidence. should you wish to explore a new place, visit some exotic spot or try something completely insane, gojō would very well be your partner in crime. true, he may whine and pout here and there, but would he say no to something interesting and exciting? never. in fact, he may just come like a whirlwind and suggest you join him on his newest 'that-came-out-of-nowhere' trip. and trust me, he can be very persuasive himself.

there is a lot of space. akin to a cat, gojō sometimes displays fragments of clingy behaviour, but he is more than content with any distance you may desire. he is not tied down by some conservative view of handling one's emotions or expressing their feelings, so there's a sense of respect and understanding towards the ways you digest yours. gojō can stand his own ground, for independence seeps from his very pores. that being said, satoru does not embody an image of someone that you could dislike, for he is witty, capable, and knowledgeable. he may not look like it, but he is a good listener; as someone without all too many hobbies, gojō would adore to at the very least hear you speak of your own interests. go on, tell him how bothersome and insistent weeds in your garden seem to be.

and speaking of digestion, you better believe that satoru indulges you and your cravings — whether they include that itch for knowledge and something new, or a desire to try out that delectable option on the menu of a new restaurant. if anything, you may find satoru eye you as you erase the attribute of 'famished' off your name. there is something cute about it, he says, don't mind me, keep eating.

other matches: nanami kento.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

[a-drama-addict]

🎲🎮 🥪🎒 for Chloe, Chronos, Dari and Sigrid? c:

Thanks for the ask laya!! :] RAMBLE TIME WEEEE [Ask game]

🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough)

Chloe: Ohhh she would pick thief no question about it. She would see the opportunity for the most ‘little-shit class to pair with a little-shit backstory’ and THRIVE

Chronos: Chronos would probably pick mage (it’s the only thing he knows) or necromancer! He already finds it fascinating enough in DAI itself but in an RPG? He’d love all the lore so much

Da’revas: Druid!!! He loves nature!!!! He wants to turn into a silly creature!!!!!!

Sigrid: Oh she’d also pick necromancer no doubt. Her special interest unfortunately is death and everything around it- BUT she would also love to pick something like Monk or Druid. Those classes radiate such peacefulness to her that she would really yearn for even if only in a pen and paper RPG

🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?

Chloe: No they’d give her headaches <3 staring at a screen too long would give her headaches (<- woman who refuses to get glasses and then sits way too close to her screen)

Chronos: Yes but only farming sims. He would fuck with Stardew Valley so hard it wouldn’t even be funny anymore

Da’revas: He would not like video games to be honest, he’s a board game fella you know, he can’t be video-gaming, he’s frolicking in the grass

Sigrid: She’d love old video games, like from the 80s-90s, like: The Legend of Zelda 1986, the original Fallout games, Prince of Persia, Street Fighter II and Super Mario 64. She loves old shit

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to ‘5 course menu’ how well can your OC cook?

Chloe: She knows how to cook, but not spectacularly or anything like that. It would be edible, and some things she can definitely make well- but most things are like “This is okay”. Once Bela moves in semi-permanently into Hawke’s estate they cook together, which makes Chloe think she’s a master chef “LOOK at me cooking for my GIRLFRIEND”

Chronos: He’d be a good cook definitely, he learnt baking from his dad when he was a kid and cooking from both his moms. He definitely enjoys it too- whenever he gets the chance he helps around in Skyhold’s kitchen

Da’revas: Noooopeeee. He can’t cook. He’s good at GETTING food (i.e. hunting), he knows which stalls in the market have the best foods for the best price- DONT ask him to cook it he will BURN everything

Sigrid: Can’t really cook too bad but not well either? She’s never been taught, she didn’t live with her adoptive family (before bhaal) long enough to learn. And when she was in the temple of bhaal she didn’t really… cook much (Because of the cannibalism). When she’s out on the road with the others Gale and Will try to teach her how to cook- so now she’s certified “Okay at cooking”

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

Chloe: Oh EASY. Her favourite (not blood magic related) knife, her mabari and her journal <3

Chronos: NOT easy. I think he’d keep his hair brush, the compass he got from his parents and gloves he and Iron Bull made together once (for combat reasons only. No gay reasons at all.)

Da’revas: Necklace he got from Merrill and Tamlen, the ring Morri got him aaaaand because he’s a sap a drawing Kieran had made once (one of those ‘my family’ drawings most kids make at five years old)

Sigrid: Ohhh tough one too actually. I think Sig would keep her weapons (practical), a locket with a strand of Karlach’s hair in it (she’s also a sap) and probably the owlbear cub (that’s her emotional support creature)

[fizzlicious]

Black Coffee - Tim Wright x Reader Chapter 1

I originally posted this on Quotev but I decided to make a tumblr :))

This story takes place after Marble Hornets ends. Brian/Hoodie is dead, Alex is dead, Jay is dead. So none of these guys will be active characters.

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Tick, tick, tick.. You tapped your blue ink pen anxiously against the bar counter you were currently leaning over. The clock on the wall behind you teased you with every second it clicked. It was 10:15 at night, and there was only forty five minutes left until you could close up the dingy diner you unfortunately worked at. It had been horrifically slow the entire night. It wasn't surprising, it had been pouring rain for hours, drenching everything for miles. If it was up to you, you'd close this hellhole down that exact minute and race home. With a sigh, you straightened your back and stretched your arms up to the sky. You had completed all your side work; broke down the salad unit, cut lemons, swept and mopped the floors, cleaned the soda machine, made sure every table was maliciously wiped down, and that each place mat was straight in line with its silverware. What else was there for you to do?

The sudden sound of the entrance's bell made you jump. Your head swiveled towards the door, and you stifled a sigh as a customer walked in. It was a brunette man dressed in a thick beige jacket, jeans, and black sneakers. Everything from his messy chestnut brown hair down to his shoes was soaked, leaving the water to drip onto your freshly mopped floors with every step he took. Internally, you were cussing this man out, but externally you flashed him your best customer service smile and uttered a welcome. He nodded in response and took the first stool at the bar. Praying he wouldn't stay late, you snatched a menu and laid it in front of him. Without even taking a look at it, he pushed it back almost absently, staring blankly with bold, brown eyes back at you.

"I'll just take a black coffee." His tone was deep flat, devoid of any emotion. Are you fucking kidding me? Now you had to boil a fresh pot that you'd have to dump out and clean. Biting your tongue, you smiled faintly and stepped back.

"Sure thing. I'll have it right out,' You responded swiftly, turning on your heel to walk to the servers station. As the coffee began to pour, the diner's owner, Barty, stepped out of the kitchen, stopping beside you. Barty had lived in your small town his entire life. In the diner's hay day, it was a small sub shop his father started. Over the course of decades, it grew significantly into the town's largest diner. He had long passed, leaving Barty to run the only thing his father ever cared about. Your boss was in his 40's now, undoubtedly balding but he hid it under his obnoxious collection of ball caps. Most of the employees couldn't stand him, some had been driven to quit because of his personality. He was arrogant, quick to offend, and incredibly sarcastic and dry. He was the stereotypical douchebag in a small town that smoked like a train, cussed in every sentence, and didn't take shit from anyone. He had the emotional intelligence of a rock and did not give a fuck about anything but business. Despite all of the employer red flags, you didn't mind him. Sure, he was an asshole, but he didn't hover over you or micromanage. His rules were slack, he stayed out of your way, and he didn't believe in "the customers always right" mindset that plagues the customer service industry. On weekday nights like these, it was just the two of you and he tended to keep to himself anyways. You worked in the front, he worked in the back.

"Who the fuck orders coffee at 10:00 PM on a Tuesday?" Barty grumbled to you. You snorted in response, pulling three creamers out of the fridge and placing the cold packets on a saucer.

"Assholes, that's who," you muttered back. Barty clicked his tongue and hobbled back to the kitchen. Realistically, you knew that the guy could work night shift. You shouldn't shame him for his choice. With the coffee in hand, you returned it to the bar and placed it in front of the man.

"Can I get you anything else right now?" You questioned softly but kindly.

"It's just you tonight?" His question was abrupt and took you aback. You weren't sure what piqued his interest, but you noticed he was finally making firm eye contact with you. You took in his facial features, studying him for a quick second trying to discern his intentions. He had thick, dark eyebrows that laid expressionless and a pair of sideburns to accent the sides of his face. Even his eyes, a dark expresso brown with tinges of a warmer brown swirling around the pupils, gave no hints as to what he was insinuating. You couldn't read him at all.

"Uh, yeah. Just me," you retorted with a raise of your eyebrows. He hummed in response, sliding the saucer of creamers away from him and bringing the cup of black coffee close. Feeling awkward, you slowly dragged the saucer plate back to you and walked off, leaving him with his coffee. That was fucking weird.

While he drank his hot beverage, you stayed to the other side of the restaurant. The man made you feel a bit unsettled and you wanted to try your best to avoid any other odd small talk. You passed the time by absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. You didn't have anyone to text, nor was there wasn't anything interesting to read, but it kept your mind from crawling into insanity. Anytime you would look over, the man was just staring blankly at the wall as he slowly sipped his coffee. He seemed numb and cold, completely turned off to the world. Seeing so many people come and go made you wonder about the lives of others, especially those that would dine alone or truckers who were traveling the roads. Your life seemed pretty bleak in comparison, stuck rooted in a small forested town with not much thought for the future. Everyone your age was quick to marry and start a family or had gone off to college, desperate to escape the small town trap. All you looked forward to was your next day off. The majority of your friends from high school had made their escape and with time, you all drifted apart.

Snapping back to reality, you checked on your odd customer and refilled his cup once. You even offered a to-go cup to not waste the remainder of the pot, to which he politely declined. No other words were exchanged and seeing that he had his fill, you decided to turn off the coffee heater and clean the pot. When you returned from rinsing out the pot, the man was gone. He had left seven dollars on the counter, pushed delicately under the mug as if wind would sweep it away. Considering a cup of coffee was $2.50, you were grateful for the generous tip and felt a little guilty for feeling so stingy about making coffee. Regardless, the diner was empty once more. It was now 10:50 PM, and you only had ten minutes until you were free. Clocking out never felt so gratifying before.

Sticking with your routine, you stepped out of the diner through the back with Barty and waited for him to lock up before heading to your respective vehicles. The rain still pounded down, hitting the asphalt with such a force the noise drowned out anything else. You groaned inwardly, wishing you had invested in an umbrella. Or a jacket, considering how freezing and windy it was. It was easily in the low 50s, leaving you to fend off the frigid temperatures in a thin long sleeve shirt.

"Alright [Y/N], I'll see ya tomorrow. Don't speed in this shitty weather," Barty bid his goodbye. You gave him a little smile. You did drive pretty fast.

"Shit, that's the only way I get home in under ten minutes. Have a good night, Barty!" You called out before making your rapid dash to your car. You only ran for fifteen seconds max, but you were already pretty soaked by the time you launched yourself into the drivers seat of your beater from the early 2000s. Shivering, you blasted the heat and prayed it would kick in fast.

And for the record, you didn't go past five miles over the speed limit.

to the next chapter

[leaflovescloud]

Hello there :)

I'm now in Coffee Lane, Penang. Just had dimsum with my parents. I don't know why, but it's such a lovely Sunday. Though the Penang's infamous heat is killing me.

And today, I decided to take an off day and recharge :)

Yesterday, I brought my parents out for a dinner at E steak house. Both my dad and I ordered rib eye. I think back then I can never afford to spend without thinking (not saying that I'm able to do so now...), but I feel good that I can take charge and foot the bill. Just like how the old days were, when my dad used to pay for the meal right?

And yeah it was to celebrate my mum's birthday. Ever since she had to do dialysis, she has certain food restrictions, so it's not so easy to find a restaurant that serves food that she can eat.

Funny how I was actually looking forward to the dinner yesterday, been researching about the menu and all. I did look forward to it.

And yesterday, instead of going back home straight, I suggested to have some drinks. My dad said he didn't want, but I knew he wanted it. I mean I wanted it too. At first I wanted to visit Junk Cafe but unfortunately, google maps just brought me to no where. I think I would be quite frustrated because things were out of my control and I didn't get to go where I wanted. But again, I chose to let go and just stopped by a bar by the roadside.

Had 2 cosmopolitan, and it was a good night indeed.

This morning, had dim sum with my parents, and I just feel like it's the perfect way to start my / our day. And I'm just really really grateful for this. I'm counting my blessings.

And I feel like i haven't really addressed my feelings for K. I attempted to this Friday but I guess my bladder was too full to the extent that I couldn't write shit haha. So shall we?

I think in terms of healing, I feel like I'm headed to the right direction. I think I'm just a bit surprised on how well I'm taking this. Is this part of my growth or?

I think it's also just embracing of the art of letting things go and the laws of detachment. I think the rational and logical realizations helped me in braving through this emotional storm a lot. Emotionally speaking, I think i'm doing fine too. Back then, I would have felt that I'm unworthy of love, that I'm not enough and I'm being abandoned. But now, I recognize that I deserve so much more. And in fact, I made the decision and took the action to slowly phasing him out of my life, I honour my self worth and it's truly an act of loving myself.

I don't regret my brief 6 months with him. It's just, I'm disappointed that I didn't recognize red flags or rather traits that don't necessarily align with what I'm looking for at the moment. I was blinded by infatuation. And I had the false impression that "may be I'm okay with this", "may be things will be better", "may be he will love me". But the truth is, he may be able to love me, but the intensity of the love that he can give me, is just so limited. He is a man with a few baggages, with an existing family that I can never be part of it. And I really do want to be included as part of the family. So yeah.

I don't hate him. But I do feel that he knows what he was doing, yet, he decided to string me along despite knowing that he will not be able to provide me with what i wanted. So when he wanted to end things, it was such a huge gesture and indeed he was doing me favour.

Since then, I feel a bit happier, feel a bit lighter. I guess one thing is that, always trust your gut feeling, at least in navigating relationship.

So Chapter K, closed, officially.

I have been watching sex and the city. Ironically, I find it so so so relatable to my current situation. Now, does everything happens for a reason? It just further enhances my experience with K, it also allows me to see where I was at from a third party perspective. And sometimes I feel like Carrie, cos I'm also write, though not a columnist, but rather, just journalling and blogging.

In this city filled with million of people, why is it so difficult to meet someone? Am I being too picky? or did I not put myself out there?

I guess love will find its way to you when you least expect it to happen. For now, I'll just be patient.

I'm manifesting goodness, for goodness to happen, to me and people I love.

Love,

Wins

[alicelufenia]

I was planning on updating this guide come Patch 7 (coming out this week!) but had to make an early one because I was informed by one @lutethebodies that it actually is possible to trade the idol to Mol for the ring of protection, and this led me down a RABBIT HOLE of the most bizarre states of the game I've ever seen. Consider:

No context for you! Context is for people who click on Keep reading.

First, casting Fog Cloud so Shadowheart can remain unseen as she grabs it. Then I immediately swap to Alice, who I've already positioned next to Mol in the hideout, and quickly turn in the idol.

Success! Now to see how things fall out.

I also attempted this without killing off Karlach and Wyll first, which means Shovel is still around, and so serves as the perfect scout to see how the civil war is going. Zevlor is already down.

With Kagha alive and well, this fight went VERY differently. Look at all those surviving druids, and all those dead tieflings. Still not fighting them now though. Time to leave.

Oooooh damn. Grove's closed. (also rare glimpse of Gnome!Alice, I used disguise self to sneak out the small hole in the hideout to avoid the druids. Clever!)

So, I'll skip over a few hours of wasted gameplay here; raiding the grove is off the table now. It's completely sealed from every angle and entrance, also Minthara will aggro on you as soon as you approach the closed entrance, so... RESET

Weird that the grove sealed, even though I took back the idol? My guess is, because it wasn't in MY inventory, the game decided they got it back, and completed the ritual. How to turn it in but have it remain in my inventory, I wonder...

Since Alice is no good at pickpocketing, I just bought it back from Mol. Had to pay 800, but it's now in my inventory for sure.

Unfortunately I was so slow with menuing all this, the rest of my party died to the druids XD no matter though, gonna revive them.

It's just you and me now shovel.

But hang on, who's that coming out of the grove?

IS THAT?

ARABELLA?!

I have no idea what happened here. I couldn't interact with her at all. If anyone knows, please enlighten me. Might as well check in on the druids.

... are they...

LOSING???

Well... damn, this won't do.

I hate to do it, but I have to reset again. Which sucks, cause I don't see that Arabella event ever again. What a wild thing to happen... but as before, keeping it in mind for fanfiction.

My guess is, because a bunch of the druids were delayed in fighting by killing my party members, I switch them out so that only Shadowheart is present, and the INSTANT she steals the idol, I quickly teleport her to camp. Which gets her out of there, but...

The... the druids don't aggro. They don't even seem to notice.

.... HUH.

Alright, so... I get the ring of protection, then JUST TO BE SAFE, buy it back from Mol AGAIN. Only one more way to aggro the grove now.

DIE, KAGHA. AGAIN.

Behold, the immediate consequences of my actions.

But it's strange, why are there so many dead so quickly, and with more druids surviving despite Kagha not joining? Wait, where's-

Why are you all back here??!!

ZEVLOR WHAT THE FUCK

. . .

Ah babe, you're the only one in act 1 I can count on 💜

Ugh, right, I forgot. What is it Karlach? Oh right, the impending war crime.

You mean the druids who massacred the people we were actually trying to help? "Those" people, yeah nah, fuck 'em.

You know what, I'm sorry. It's been a rough day, emotions are running high. Let's just sleep it off, and discuss it in the morning. I'm sure we can come to an understanding by then.

Glad we agree, and can consider the matter closed. Now let's go kill some druids (implied, off-screen).

And now Zevlor's dead too. Let's say he and some survivors managed to hold out, and hide from the druids, but got caught in the indiscriminate slaughter of the goblin raiding party. Maybe Alice got a little Durgey there, and while her efforts were fueled by anger and revenge, it was underminded by the Urge, and by the time she came to after blacking out, the surviving tieflings also lay dead, by her blade.

See, isn't this a way more interesting story than Little Bunny Foo Foo boppin Minthara on the head?

Oh hi, thanks for sticking around this long to see the payoff for all of this: Karlach and Wyll grimly standing by as the reality sinks in for Alice, but they've got to see this through with the last ally they have.

Wow, never thought this'd be possible: Karlach and Wyll, joining the goblin party without even being dead-

DAMNIT.

Karlach! Wyll! We were this close to greatness! To perfection!

Just... lay down in the fire for a minute, I'll bring you back once Minthara and I depart for the party. You can join us as soon as we're there! *kiss kiss*

Wyll + Karlach + Ring of Protection + Minthara + Shameless Self-Indulgent Fanfiction = Success!

Thank you for reading this far! As of September 1, 2024, this all works perfectly, but as I mentioned, Patch 7 is coming out this week, so get your save files in order before then! Or pray it's going to still work post-Patch 7. I'll certainly be testing it out.

A Guide To Keeping Wyll And Karlach After Siding With Minthara In Act 1

Or as I like to call it, how to permanently recruit Karlach and Wyll (because I have yet to complete a full playthrough with both of them)

Ever since Larian added a way to legitimately recruit Minthara by knocking her out, I've wanted to help the community be more successful in their efforts to give my favorite drow yet another concussion. Because like all things related to Minthara, the KO method was buggy as hell, non-intuitive, and metagamey as fuck. I wrote multiple guides on it, to the point where I made the master post my pinned for a while. You may have seen it at some point, but here it is again for reference [x]

As happy as I am with the success of those posts, it's time I revealed my true alignment. I'm actually one of those scary Minthara stans who has killed the grove more times than siding with the tieflings. I know, you'd never guess by looking at my blog (don't look at my blog) I did it my first playthrough and it's only gotten easier since. And while I stand by it as the single best way to experience Minthara's character and story arc, I'm not so cold-hearted as to deny that it's a shame we miss out on Wyll and Karlach in the process.

So rather than play the villain, what say we have them stick around by taking on the REAL villains of Act 1:

The Druids

To start off, you'll want both Wyll and Karlach in your party, and Withers in camp. I've had him show up upon crossing one of the bridges in Act 1, either to the blighted village or the goblin camp, I forget which, or you can bust him out of his Dank™ crypt. Proceed through Act 1 as normal. To be safe I got as much approval from them as I could in early game, but that may not be necessary. Offer to kill Kagha for Zevlor.

Now, both of them need to die, and preferably not by the hand of your party members. I had them suicide charge the gnolls and get wrecked, as on Tactician mode they'll attack downed party members until they're dead. I don't know if having them jump off a cliff works, but it might. We need to entrust them to Withers by asking him to look after their bodies instead of reviving them. Their bodies will then appear in camp by their tents.

Now go kill Kagha without revealing the shadow druid conspiracy. This should trigger the Druids to start fighting the Tieflings, which will happen off screen as you deal with Kagha and the few druids inside with her (killing Nettie earlier might make this easier in case she joins in. She tried to poison you, so serves her right.)

Steal that idol! I'm not 100% sure this is required, but it takes no effort at this point and you need to sit tight for a minute, so might as well.

Also if you thought you could return the idol to Mol, no luck, she won't accept it until the fighting ends. Unfortunately all the tieflings need to die for this to work, so rip Ring of Protection. But not exactly rip the tiefling kids, more on that in a minute.

OOF, rip Dammon (and most of Karlach's questline. Don't look at me like that, it's Larian's fault for tying her entire story onto one npc and giving nothing as an alternative)

I'll give the tieflings credit, they did not go down without one hells of a fight. This bear was found burnt to death, probably due to Zevlor.

Damn, they really killed all of them. I wanna point out this can happen even on a good playthrough with the best of intentions.

In the end, only four(!) druids survived. I don't know how they'd fare with Kagha fighting too, but overall I'd say the druids talk big for doing this badly against a bunch of unarmed civilians. We kill the last four of them, then get ready to move on.

With trepidation, I go to check on the kids. Not recommended if you raid the grove for real, but here:

It's just... empty. No bodies, no npcs hanging around, they completely cleared out.

I like to headcanon that Mol followed through on protecting her kids, and they escaped down this hole. I'm still very early in this run used for testing, so I have legit no idea if they show up later. But this is good enough for me to include them all in my fanfiction so :D Congrats, the only tieflings with rights (sorry Karlach!) are gonna be alright (because if we don't see a body it doesn't count)

Next step is to just... keep going. Sazza can get you into the goblin camp no problem, and if you play a Drow or have Shadowheart use disguise self, you can gain entry without any checks or dialogue. My half elf needed to talk her way in (or just use AUTHORITY)

best goblin btw

MOMMY

Lookit how happy she is after Sazza has brought her the grove's location! A lead on the weapon AND another True Soul AND she's concussion-free? Everything's coming up Minthy!

It's at this point things get a little weird (I did warn ya), as the game now has flagged the grove as "raided" even though we haven't done an actual grove battle, which is a different thing (as I'll demonstrate later), so Shadowheart has her "post-raid" dialogue when we wake up on the next long rest. The Raid The Grove quest is also marked as Completed, but still has a marker on the map. Have patience, return to the grove and walk through the (destroyed) gate, and suddenly:

The quest will update, and direct you to speak with Minthara in the secluded chamber where she normally is at when the raid is finished. There's also goblins milling about the grove now, same as the post-raid grove.

Get someone who looks at you the way Minthara looks at a cave full of dead druids and tieflings.

"No Minthara, I never meant for any of this to happen. This was all my fault, I shouldn't have gotten involved, they're all dead because of me-"

"Nevermind I am no longer morally conflicted about all this."

To the goblin party!

LIES. He never mentions it again lmao. C'mon patch 7 fix this! (you won't)

Why we're all really here 🥰

The next morning, speak to Withers and ask to collect your dead party members. He will have you confirm payment for their resurrection.

And it works! Karlach and Wyll are back, they can rejoin the party, and their approval is Unchanged!

Since I was on a roll, I went ahead and checked a few other scenarios: what happens if we don't start a fight with the druids and just raid the grove directly, with Karlach and Wyll dead? Well you can revive them afterwards, but...

Dang, Wyll still leaves (he's still so nice about it though! Even wishes you well!)

Meanwhile Karlach: Feck off, cunt.

Well, she's not leaving, but she's never been this blunt or cold towards me before. I wonder how much-

Damn, -49?! That's literally one away from leaving permanently! She started at 50, which means Karlach looses 100 approval from raiding the grove, and being dead doesn't change that. I think the only reason she's at -49 instead of -50 is due to that +1 from reviving a party member. So, she's grateful for being brought back to life, but not happy about anything else. You know what, that's fair.

One last thing I tested (and no pics for it cause this post has reached its limit! But those extra pics of Sharp-Eye Sluck are important, so I'll just write this next part out) I wanted to see if it was even necessary to finish off the remaining druids after they killed all the tieflings. So I left the grove (manually, you have to journey quite a distance before it lets you fast travel, almost all the way to the first bridge) and headed to the goblin camp to start the raid as normal.

Like our first time, we arrive at an empty grove. Even the druids we left behind are gone, meaning you can safely headcanon this method as joining up with the goblins and Minthara to take revenge on the druids. The game still acts like you killed the tieflings though, down to Gale's threatening to leave.

But Karlach and Wyll still get brought back without a problem! You can even revive them DURING the goblin party and they'll act like nothing's happened!

Wyll And Karlach Recruited Alongside Raiding With Minthara: Success!

So Baldur's Gate 3 community! I now implore you to put down your Pommel Strikes, switch off that Non-Lethal toggle, and stop giving poor Minthara even more brain damage than the tadpole and the Absolute already gave her!

And when you reach Moonrise Towers to rescue her, for the love of Selûne, when the guards are torturing her in the prison, don't just swing on them. Agree to enter her mind first. You'll have a dicey roll to deal with, but trust me, it's SUPER worth it!

As for the whole process, well. Despite the clunky way quests update after you start the grove civil war, the resulting lack of direction and narrative inconsistencies in the dialogue post-goblin party, this still feels like a more immersive way to recruit Minthara on a run with both Karlach and Wyll still present, than the KO method, in my not-so-humble opinion.

Consider this: You've got a major twist in the Act 1 plot now, with the Druids turning on you and killing the tieflings you were trying to help, leaving your party dispirited and lacking direction, other than to continue their search for a cure, which leads them to meet the Absolutists, the goblins, and the drow commander leading them and looking for the druids' sanctuary. And in the midst of your grief and anger, you side with her, both to get close to the source of the infections (as the Dream Visitor suggests) but also to take your revenge out on the druids.

You can feel conflicted, regretful even, but the context has changed enough that I think even a good-aligned Tav with no qualms about methods can live with this result. It just takes a bit of filling in the gaps (do you simply point the goblin army at the druids and look away, or lead them yourself by Minthara's side? Either way works for the results)

The only real downside is, again, Karlach's story just sorta ends here, until the confrontation with Gortash. I personally think this is a problem with Larian's writing for her, and at this point fanfiction is about the only solution in sight. But if you don't mind her not getting the chance to touch others again, you really have nothing to lose here

Besides, were you really going to pay Dammon for that act 3 armor? Of course not, you steal it every run and don't pretend otherwise, "hero."

[nyx-v1]

TWST boys at your funeral tw- meantians of death and funerals

[Heartslabyul],[Savanaclaw],[Octavinelle]

Azul

Despite what I would like to put Azul does not uses your funeral or death as a way to profit financially, he's better than that (allegedly). 

He closes the lounge after your death and only opens it after your funeral has been completed. To honor you and all you've done for the school, he offers discounts on menu items, and gives grim free food.

Azul offered to help riddle plan your funeral but got rejected, he was upset when Riddle told him that he doesn't need his help.

For the service he dress up nice suit and tie. He even switches his glass for contacts, thinking  it looked better.(it doesn't)

He gives a very heart-filled speech during you funeral, and he mean every word he says, but when asked about it said it was to maintain his reputation, after all he can't ruin everything he's built up.

After your death Azul pretends to not be bothered, but deep deep down he's really sad about it. 

Definitely tried to trick Grim into giving him your stuff (Like everything you ever owned) but Ace shut that down quick. Azul does end up sneaking into your room to grab something of yours, just so he has something to remind him of you. He probably grabbed something small that he can carry around with him.

Definitely visits  your grave to seem like a good grieving friend, but in reality he does this because he really misses you, and just doesn't want to be seen as soft.

A small tribute to you is that he adds your favorite food to the menu.

Although he would try to take advantage of Grim he ends up secretly taking care of Grim. He'll just leave a cans of tuna for Grim at ramshackle and sometimes give Grim free goodies from the lounge.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

White Lily- purity and rebirth 

"Please live a better life next time."

Jade

Seems pretty emotion less about the whole thing, keeps that calm smile on his face the whole time.

Very quite during the service, and keeps Floyd in check.

He plants flower and mushrooms by your grave, so he visits there often and when he does visit he leaves small trinkets on your grave.

Jade grieving is much more subtle he doesn't really grieve he just kinds of was like "okay".

Until one day he realizes that he does miss you, and there's nothing he can do about it, science necromancy isn't allowed he decides to spend time at your grave, or places you liked.

When Floyd gets sad over your death he spends a lot of time trying to help Floyd get over it, this often times is Jade making up things for Floyd to do, often times it being an erranded of sorts.

Over the whole course of events he is more worried about his brother than anything else.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

He brings you a mushroom that looks like a flower.

"Unfortunate you had to go this."

Floyd

Really depends on how close you were 

 If you weren't close he would show up in dirty clothes or the school uniform. Before he has the chance to do that Jade or Azul would make him change.

If you weren't close at all Floyd would be the most disrespectful person ever, he would whisper during the speeches, and if they have a service with food he wouldn't wait to be told to eat he would see the food and just start eating, literally could care less.

If you were close he would probably have extra bad mood swings, mostly being super sad and not feeling like doing anything.

He would show up to your funeral and be super quite, scares most other students with just how quite he is.

Floyd even takes the time to dress nice, he puts on his best pair of sneakers. He literally would start a fight during any point of the service if someone mentions any thing remotely negative about you.

After losing you he mopes around a lot and is really low energy.

His new past time when he doesn't want to do something is either hiding near your grave, or spending time in ramshackle more specifically in your bedroom.

When Floyd starts feeling less sad he starts harassing Grim, often time going out of his way to find grim. He would probably try to  find out more things  about you from Grim but that doesn't work that well because Grim has a terrible memory.

Unlike Ace, Floyd would not start a fight with Crowley. In fact he doesn't think much about how your death happened, or why it happened, he just focus on the fact that your gone now and he lost his favorite shrimpy.

He would get into the coffin with you if Jade and Azul weren't there to stop him from doing it.

If he really really liked you he would try  to learn necromancy, but in the end Azul would take the necromancy books away from him.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

Iris-hope and faith

He could not care what kind of flower to give you ,not because he doesn't care about you but because he doesn't see the point behind giving a flower. Floyd doesn’t even get the flower for you, jade gets it for him.

If he actually liked you he would  stand by your coffin and just stare at your  body until he’s pulled away. If he didn’t like you  he would say something like 

"Do you think they taste like shrimp?" 

[sugamamacustard]

🍢 🍡 (A/B/O) Menu 🍡🍢

My A/B/O verse ↦ Here! My rules ↦ Here!

Appetizer (🍚)= Angst Dessert (🍪)= Fluff Breakfast (🥞) = Social media! AU Lunch (🍙) = non-specified AU! (Other than social media; Mafia! Werewolf/vampire!, angel/demon!, etc) Supper (🍘)= Smut/ NSFW Happy hour (🍸) = Yandere Specials (🍮)= My personal favorites 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 Order up!

↳Reach so high ( 🍪)

Summary: You’re used to the world around you not being kind to the vertically impaired, but you and you’re alpha get through it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tendo Satori, Alpha! Nishinoya Yu

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Sweet Little Chick ( 🍸, 🍙(Mafia! AU))

Summary:  The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mafia boss! Sugawara Koushi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN-- But Reader ends up in a dress and thigh highs, so take as you will)

↳ Come see me (  🍚, 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them…may not be best for you or your omega.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Knock me out ( 🍪)

Summary:  When your omega demands to see your alpha, you can’t help but oblige, but unfortunately, someone else see’s you before he does.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Fire man ( 🍘 )

Summary:  Your heat hits unexpectedly and it’s up to your alpha to help you through it. How is he doing it?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Double Trouble ( 🍪)

Summary:  Inarizaki is known for many things above the surface, but only few know what great treasure lies deep within the pack.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Level Headed ( 🍪, 🍘,  🍮 )

Summary: Betas were known for one thing and your alpha loved you all the more for it. So he shows you his gratitude.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Beta! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Please don’t let me go ( 🍚, 🍪 , 🍘 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary:  You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (Pretty GN, but I said the word c*nt, so take it as you will)

↳ Please don’t let me go (Part 2!)   ( 🍪 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary:   Thanks to Kuroo, your place in the pack has been cemented. But what made it waver in the first place? How can the rest of the pack change what has already happened.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Feral animal ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a guardian angel- or should we say, dog.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ One more time ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, but a baby is born, so take it as you will)

↳ Puppy ( 🍘, 🍮)

Summary:   It wasn’t supposed to hit you as hard as it did, but when your heat came and blindsided you, you were left staggering for a way out. Luckily, your alpha knows you better than anyone else.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Two for one special ( 🍪 )

Summary:  You weren’t even a manager. You were a medic for the Nekoma team and yet, you still caught they of not one, but two, powerhouse alphas. What could go wrong, right?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Yuu Nishinoya (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Rut ( 🍘)

Summary:  You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Helping hand  ( 🍘, 🍙 (Mafia! AU))

Summary:  You were always so good for your alpha. There are some things that fall out of your control however, things that may put a wrench in your good behavior.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mob boss! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Spare some?  ( 🥞, 🍘 , 🍮)

Summary:  You simply ask for Daddy’s Cummies. How are these alphas reacting?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kenma Kozume, Alpha! Yu Nishinoya, Alpha Keiji Akaashi

Serving: Omega! Reader

↳ Let me help you ( 🍚, 🍪) (Now with Part 2!)

Summary:   Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi + Part 2 includes Mattsun and Makki.

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ All Mine (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ) ( 🥞, 🍪, 🍮)

Summary:  You alpha sees someone flirting with you, he’s not happy/ This time you see someone flirty with your alpha and your not happy.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Suna Rintaro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ After hours ( 🥞, 🍘)

Summary:   Some spicy messages between you and your alpha~

Ingredients: Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kentaro Kyoutani, Alpha! Rintaro Suna, Alpha! Eita Semi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Keeping you close ( 🍪, 🍘)

Summary:   Your alpha catches some low-bit, pathetic excuse of an alpha trying to get with you and he’s determined to but a stop to it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, until the smut)

↳ Lips like Sugar~ ( 🍪, 🍘,🍙(Sugar Daddy! AU))

Summary:   Toru Oikawa had no qualms about paying a pretty little thing to hang off his arm, but he expects you to be at his beck and call for the price tag you come with. And if you aren’t? He’ll put you back into your place real quick.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Back me up ( 🍪)

Summary:   Pregnancy can bring out both the best, and worst, in any and all alphas, and yours is no exception. Life, however, is unpredictable in every sense and sometimes, the worst and best parts get melded into one– and make you fall in love with your alpha all over again.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Baby, it’s cold outside ( 🍪)

Summary:  After waiting for your parents to come pick you up, only for them to never come, you can’t seem to get warm. Lucky, for you, your alpha is there to help you get warm!

Ingredients: Alpha! Takanobu Aone

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Kiss it Better (🍪)

Summary:   You love spending time with your alpha in the kitchen, unfortunately it’s a little bittersweet for him.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Again ( 🍘,🍮 )

Summary: How much can you take before your alpha breaks you?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Feed Me ( 🍪,🍮 )

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Ingredients: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Day and Night (🍘)

Summary: How do you and your gamer alpha spend heats and ruts?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Crash Course(🍪)

Summary: The relationship between Iwaizumi and Oikawa is always a confusing one. No one is quite sure what it is and where exactly you fall into it. Well, you guys do and that’s all that matters.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Platonic! Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Intimidating✨(🍪)

Summary: Alpha’s are scary creatures. Going up to them is scary, and honestly, you were never sure you would ever be able to look one in the eye. Unfortunately, your omega was dead set on one particular alpha– one who seemed so much more intimidating than any other alpha you had seen before.

Ingredients: Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Satori Tendou

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Daddy cats✨ (🍪, 🍘)

Summary: What’s life like with not one but two alphas at your beck and call?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume and Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN until the smut, then it's fem! Reader)

↳✨Olympic level✨( 🍪)

Summary: Sometimes your air-headed alpha makes you question your sanity. Luckily, you have some back-up to get him back in line.

Ingredients: Alpha! Yu Nishinoya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

↳Time Bomb ( 🍚,🍮,🍙(Non! A/B/O) )

Summary:  Anger is an ugly emotion and can bring out the worst in all of us. Mid-argument, it pushes your boyfriend into dangerous waters, threatening your very relationship. Is your relationship strong enough to survive?

Ingredients: Koushi Sugawara, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Reader(GN!)

↳Paparazzi ( 🍪)

Summary: Fangirls are nice, yes, however they tend to get in the way of simple things such as passing your classes. You won't take their harrassment laying down though.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Yuji Terushima, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

More to come!

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15  Part 16

Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.                                                            

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.  

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”                                                      

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn.  He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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[tartglias]

undercover

characters: fatui harbinger ! reader x scaramouche + childe + signora (separate)

prompt: you had been away on an undercover mission for a while, but they find you at an unusual place

note: i was listening to yes or yes by twice when this came to my mind so idk I HAD TO WRITE IT (its a bit messy though i apologize)

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Scaramouche

He glared at the door of the tavern before taking a deep breath and walking in. He didn't even want to be there, but his subordinates were stupid enough to not be able to locate you themselves, so he felt forced to come himself.

It's been a while since he last saw you, he heard from the 11th harbinger that you got ordered to go undercover in the region of Fontaine.

But now, the Tsarista needed you back, reason why now he tracked you down and is currently standing awkwardly by the bar.

He tried to scan the area with his eyes in order to find you, but unfortunately for him, he was only met with the weird glances from strangers.

"Looking for someone?" He heard a deep voice coming from beside him, it was the bartender. He quickly put on his facade, and smiled at him. "Just a friend, they told me to meet them here today but I presume they haven't arrived yet"

"A nice place for a date, my friend. The show is about to start, can I serve you something to drink while you wait?" The bartender asked.

Scaramouche was about to thunder the man and correct him saying it was not a date, just business. But it's not like he cares, anyways. He smiled instead, and said "Just water will be fine, thank you"

Then, as the man behind the bar nodded, lights went out. Smoke started coming out from the stage in front of him, and then, a group of dancers appeared. Their backs were facing the audience, and their outfits were all colorful and sparkly. "How disgusting" he mumbled to himself.

The moment the dancers turned around and you appeared at the centre, looking as bright and beautiful as ever, his mouth dropped

What were you doing there?! It was supposed to be a top secret mission, so why were you performing in a tavern where the spotlight was clearly all on you?

To make it more unbelievable for him, you started singing a cheerful and bubbly song

Oh boy

His mouth and eyes were wide open, and Scaramouche has never been so shocked in his life

It was just very odd to see you like that, because he knew the real you. You were almost as sadistic as him, often laughing at the pain your vision brought to people. That's why he took a liking on you, because at the end of the day, you were almost as bad as him. The only difference is that you were mostly tolerated and respected by the fellow fatui harbingers, and also, you knew how to keep your mouth shut when necessary.

So this was a big contrast, now you were singing a cheerful song about love and positivity. It was a 180 degree turn, so he couldn't help but feel shocked, but slightly in a good way.

When the song finished, you quickly spot him and shot him a knowing glance that said "we'll talk later", before your smile reappeared in your face as you bowed and thanked the other customers.

Childe

Unlike Scaramouche, he was simply wandering around the city of Inazuma when he found the café you were currently working at.

He finished his mission a bit earlier than usual, so why not walk around the city his dear fellow fatui harbinger grew up in? Who knows? Maybe he will meet someone who is willing to exchange precious information about the 6th harbinger. That way, he would rile him up and eventually get to fight him.

That was, until he saw a much better source of entertainment.

He was standing outside of a themed café when he spot a familiar person dressed in a maid costume. He wasn't one to drink coffee, but why not try?

He walked in and sat at a random table, waiting to get served. Luckily for him, you got assigned his table.

When you saw him, your cheeks immediately reddened. Not only because of your attire and current situation, but also because he was not supposed to be there, and specially not when you were so close to finish the mission.

"My, my. What do we have here?" he said once you reached his table. You ignored him and handed him the menu. "Welcome to our humble café, master. How can I serve you today?"

Childe was screaming inside

"Master? I like that. I think I would like-" he started saying, quickly going through the menu. "A regular coffee and a wolfhood juice"

You eyed him questioningly. "That's a strange combination, master" "What can I say? I'm a man with many dualities" he said, smirking and making an emphasis on "many"

He knew you well, after all, you were his hardest challenge within the fatui harbingers. He once fought with you, and not even 10 minutes later you already had your foot pressing on his head against the floor.

He would be a fool to not admit that he has always been slightly interested in you. Not because of your fight style, or your agility to control your vision. But also because you didn't bow down to anyone that wasn't the Tsarista. He often thinks you would rather die than lower yourself like that

That's why he was enjoying this a little too much. Oh how he adored this unusual look of you roleplaying as a maid while you serve him coffee. Not to mention the use of the word "master".

He's definitely going to use this against you someday

Signora

Normally, lower rank fatuis would be assigned to locate the harbingers and deliver messages, but you were in an undercover mission.

To put it simple, those silly fatuis could not find you. That's why Signora was currently sitting on a dirty wooden bench facing a big stage. If someone could locate you, it was her. And she was 98% sure that you would appear in that stage at any moment.

"They should have picked a better place to perform." she thought, as she made a disgusted face at how dirty the bench was.

She was a bit curious though. Despite being a very respected fatui harbinger, you were also a very shy person. You didn't talk much in meetings, and if you did, your voice was small. You also stumble on your words while talking to people, and prefer smaller crowds.

Harbingers like Scaramouche often questioned why you were a harbinger at all.

But Signora knew better. She knew how powerful you were, and how confident you get in no time when the situation goes the way you planned. And if the situation goes the other way round, you're always quick enough to handle it smoothly. There was no doubt in her soul about the fact that you were perfect for the job.

But still

You were a very shy person who always ran away from crowded places. So why were you about to perform at such place? With a big audience?

Her questions were soon answered, when a tall man with a black moustache and a large hat appeared on stage. Lights were on him, as he exclaimed "Welcome everyone! It is my pleasure to present an acrobatic show you will never forget!"

The red courtain behind him opened, and there you stood in a yellow tight outfit and a big smile on your face. If Signora didn't know better, she would have believed you were the most innocent person in the world.

Once the man finished his speech and left the stage, the other acrobats started doing their performances. But Signora's eyes were on you, only.

She didn't expect you to use your pyro vision, as you lit up an acrobat hula hoop that was safely attached to a platform. And to make it more shocking, she did not expect you to smile at the audience before you made a cartwheel, landed on a trampoline, and jumped through the hula hoop.

You landed safely on the other side of it, and gave the audience a triumphant smile while you lifted up your arms.

That was the moment when you noticed Signora.

Signora rarely showed emotions, even less positive ones. But she just could not help the small smile that appeared on her face when her eyes met yours. She was shocked, amazed, starstruck

Your mission was nowhere near over, but as Signora smiled and clapped while you bowed down to express gratitude, you felt satisfied.

[euryd-ce]

hello ^^ first i just wanted to say im a big fan of your work! your writing is very captivating and smooth to read if that makes sense ;; if your requests are open, may i ask for a firefly doc x reader? if you closed requests or dont write her then im terribly sorry for that! please ignore this ask if that is the case,,, anyways, i hope you have a nice day and i apologize if this bothered you!!

❁ LA VIE EN ROSE

PAIRING: Firefly! Emily Dyer x GN! Reader

CW: None

NOTE: (Not Proofread)

Unfortunately, I hadn't started playing IDV when they had their First Anniversary, and I haven't been able to find detailed lore of it out there despite the wiki saying that it exists. That being said, I hope you're alright with a modern AU 🙏

Soulmate AU: your world is black and white until your soulmate directly confesses to you

Inaccurate portrayals? A lot of them, probably.

Lastly: Thank you for the little message, it means a lot to me and it honestly made my day when I first read it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Meeting one's soulmate was always something to look forward to in one's lifetime. Others often spoke of meeting their other half during their high school years, some even as early as one's childhood. As for you? You'd long gotten used to the monochrome world of black and white.

Not in a bad way, of course.

You liked to think of yourself as patiently optimistic. Not so pessimistic as to assume that you'd been struck with the worst of luck, that you were born to be alone and to live alone for eternity. Yet not too anticipative as to eagerly expect that every person you talk to could possibly be the 'one'. After all, your job as a waitron in the Oletus café did entail a lot of talking—and a lot of people, for that matter.

The little bells from the entrance of the café rung, signalling the arrival of another customer. When you had turned around, your eyes locked with those of a rather stunning woman's. For a moment, you wished that you could see what color they were. Surely, whatever it was, they'd be as captivating as its owner's.

Setting the quick burst of emotions aside, you gave the woman a polite smile before your coworker, Mike, ushered her to an empty seat and gave her a menu.

When Mike returned, his face held a little grin with a touch of pleasant familiarity. "Whew, it's been a while since she's last been here."

"Oh?" You tilted your head, turning toward the man's direction in curiosity. "Do you happen to know her?"

He raised a brow and looked as if you'd told him an incomprehensible secret. "And you don't?!"

You glanced at the woman, who had still been carefully (and gracefully, if you may add) examining the café menu. "No- I mean, I don't think so?" You shrugged while leaning against the wall.

"She's-"

Mike was interrupted as soon as he spoke when both of you saw the woman raise her hand. "That's my cue. Let's continue this later."

"Good afternoon!" You greeted her. "What will a lovely lady like you have for today?" You asked with your usual polite and mildly flattering choice of words, readying your little notepad with a little 'click' coming from your pen.

"I'll have a caramel macchiato," she replied and set down the menu, letting her head rest on one of her hands. "How about you?"

Her last statement caught you off-guard, so you looked at her with a brow raised in confusion while still maintaining a polite (albeit, subtly awkward) smile.

"Pardon?"

She laughed, as if she'd already anticipated the way you'd react. "The café doesn't look too busy right now. I'm sure Demi won't mind."

"That I won't." You heard Demi say from the counter with her naturally smug grin and her arms crossed. "Long time no see, Emily, or should I say Miss Firefly?" she teased.

"Oh? You know the boss?" You asked, now even more intrigued about this woman. "Actually, hold that thought. Let me just-"

"No no—stay where you are. Why don't you relax for a bit, (Name). I'll take care of it." Demi cut you off as she leaned over the counter.

The woman who you now knew was named Emily gave a slight nod in thanks, before looking back at you and gesturing for you to have a seat. "Go on, you heard the woman." She chuckled.

"And to answer your question—yes, yes I do know her. We were classmates back in college, and she'd bicker nonstop about one day opening her own café and bar." She explained. "I'd always tell her about how I'd be a regular if ever she'd open one and, well, I did, but this month's been quite busy..."

You hummed in response, and suddenly thought about the way Mike reacted when you said you didn't know who she was, but you weren't quite sure if you were on the same wavelength as him at that moment.

It was either she was quite the icon (which you wouldn't be surprised about, given that you were always told that you lived under a rock) or that she just happened to be one of those regulars that grow to become a part of your little café family. Between the two, you were starting to lean on the former as Mike seemed to have a face that screamed starstruck.

"Sorry if this may come of as... intrusive, but if I may ask, what do you do?" You asked.

She seemed to be taken aback, not offended, but simply surprised. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to tell you here, but I'm an artist—a performer, specifically, or in more casual terms: I'm a singer."

"Really? That sounds wonderful!" You said in awe. "How long has it been? Since you started, I mean."

Emily took a sip from her drink, which arrived without you knowing somehow. "I wouldn't say too long, actually, but it's been around three years."

"And you'd think that with several fans, left and right, constantly hollering about their love for me, I'd start seeing the colorful world everyone's been dreaming about, but... surprisingly, it's always been the same black and white hues." She said, wistfully, before apologizing for changing the mood.

It was your turn to be surprised. If anything, you had the exact same assumption, but who would know the time would eventually come where you were proven wrong. Perhaps even the brightest of stars would have to endure the longest of times waiting for their other half to come through, before they can finally enjoy the wonders of a world painted in various shades and colors.

"Well, I'm surely not in the place to tell you this," you started, in a rather sheepish manner. "But you'll find them, or they'll find you, eventually. Some of us just have to wait a little longer, or perhaps be a little bolder than others. And besides, fate surely can't be that cruel to us. can it?"

"And if it can be, then I guess my destiny is to throw hands with fate." You joked, successfully cheering Emily up and causing her to laugh; however, her joy seemed to be cut short as she received a phone call that was rather urgent.

"Sorry... My manager needs me to be somewhere right now." She sighed. "But it was wonderful talking to you, (Nickname), if I can call you that hehe."

"Of course," you said, dragging out the last word before properly bidding her goodbye.

From behind, you heard the familiar whistling of Mike. His eyes darted toward the tissue Emily had left by her coffee cup and a smirk adorned his face upon realizing what was on it—her number.

"Damn... You seemed to hit it off pretty well!" He playfully slapped your shoulder and laughed. "Keep up the good work!"

"Pfft- Shut up"

The next couple of days, and eventually months, Emily would visit the cafe at the exact same time as she did the first time you'd seen her—it had also been the least busiest of hours, surprisingly.

Spending your conveniently timed breaks (thanks to your oh-so grateful and caring boss) talking to the woman had become one of your favorite parts of your daily routine. And while you'd occasionally worry about running out of things to say to her, she somehow always had a jar of secrets or interesting topics to bring up.

While you were cleaning up after a few customers that had just left the cafe, you felt the buzz of your phone notify you of a message. Unsurprisingly, it was from Emily, who told, or well, texted, you.

"I'll be a little late, but I got a little something for you :)"

Several minutes later, the woman of the hour had arrived with a cute coffee cup plushie in hand. She looked around until she caught sight of you and excitedly approached you. "Here, it reminded me of you." She chuckled.

"Really now?" You graciously accepted her gift. "And what name did you give this little guy?"

"Well... I did call it (Nickname) as I made my way over here..." She looked somewhere else, smiling and putting her two index fingers together.

"Why, thank you—I'm honored." You said with a little exaggeration and a hand on your chest. "But also goodness gracious have a seat. Will you have the usual?"

"Of course"

When you returned, Emily was happily humming whilst smiling and tapping on the table in a complementary rhythm.

"You're rather giddy today. Did something happen?" You asked, noticing the extra bit of energy she brought along.

She pressed her hands together before resting her chin on both of them. "Oh it's nothing, really. I'm pretty sure it was just me getting a good night's rest. Other than that, still no sign of 'the one' hehe."

You nodded in understanding and took a seat right in front of her.

"This might sound strange, but do you have a favorite color?" She asked.

You found the question a little more silly than strange, but nevertheless came up with a little joke. "Well, for starters, my choices are pretty limited. Let's see... black, white, grey, and- oh did I mention grey?"

"You silly dork." Emily flicked your nose. "I guess I should have elaborated. Has anyone ever described what colors looked like to you?"

You shook your head. "Not really, as far as I remember... How about you?"

"No one has either, but I have my own impressions on them based on what I've heard and what I've read." She took a sip from her cup. "Is there one you'd like to hear about?"

"Why don't we start with blue?"

"Blue..." She stirred her coffee in thought. "It's definitely not warm in the way one would describe red. It's cold, but not as much as the endless void of black we've become accustomed to. I'd say it's more cool, if anything. The gentle kind of cool you'd want to feel moments before you fall asleep. It's the color of the sky, the tranquil sound of still waters, and the feeling of pensive sadness or melancholy."

"Seems that you have quite a lot to say. Now I'm curious about what you have to say about the color pink." You chuckled with a tilted head and a hand on your chin.

"Hm? Any particular reason why?"

You gestured toward the painting on the wall—it was a vase of roses, presumably in a dark room with a window judging by the shapes the lighter paint had created.

"One of Edgar's paintings. He didn't like it very much; however, Demi did quite more than he could ever imagine, so he gave it to her, begrudgingly. And though he never gave it a name, Demi's always called it 'Things in Pink'."

"Things in Pink? That sounds awfully familiar... and awfully Demi to be honest." she joked.

"I heard that!" Demi yelled from her office.

"You might know the song? La Vie en Rose. It's not what it translates to, but it's related to its original name." You explained.

"And how does it go? The first part at least?" Emily asked, her grin only becoming menacingly wider than it already had been before.

Immediately, your calm look was replaced with a startled expression. "Woah there, is this some deliberate scheme you've been secretly plotting the entire time we started talking about colors?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

"What? No, I would never." She said, feigning offense before laughing and assuring that it wasn't intentional at all.

"Fine, but just this once." You raised a finger, emphasizing 'once' before clearing your throat.

"Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is La Vie En Rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see La Vie En Rose"

Emily, still grinning widely, pulled out her phone from underneath the table and showed you as she pressed on a button, saving the short recording of your voice. "You have a lovely voice, (Name)."

You felt the heat rush up to your face, but knowing what the woman was like, she was probably just messing with you again.

"You are one sly fox aren't you Miss Dyer?" you said before trying to grab her phone, only for her to stop you by grabbing your chin. She then shut the phone off, and extended her arm away from your reach.

"Pink sounds like a rather lovely color, no?" She said as she brought your face a little closer to her's. "It's warm—not in the same way as the harsh blazing sun, but in a more tender, relieving, and comforting manner. It's the feeling or the mere thought of being beside your lover, the taste of strawberries and pomegranates, or I dare say their lips on yours."

She slowly put her phone back in her purse, took a step back and closed her eyes. "It is also the color that I one day hope to see as I paint my lover's monochrome grey world with shades of 'i'm yours—from here to eternity'."

You were speechless for a moment, with a face that you could only assume was red, or even pink, from a mixture of both embarrassment and awe, but mostly embarrassment.

"An lovely description... from a lovelier woman," You praised after you'd recovered, causing her to chuckle.

"Oh! That just reminded me." Emily's face lit up as she rummaged through her purse, eventually pulling out a little card—it was a concert ticket for VIPs.

She took your hand in hers and gently placed the card onto your hand. "I actually have a concert around here in a week. I'd appreciate it—a lot, actually—if you could come." She said with a hopeful smile. "I'll have to get going for now. I'll be quite busy in the next few days because of it, but I'll be sure to message you."

"O-of course. Don't worry about me, okay?" You gently squeezed her hand after keeping the ticket somewhere safe.

"I probably still will. Goodbye for now, (Name)! Take care of (Nickname) the little coffee cup for me!" She made a heart with her hands before quickly making her way out of the cafe.

Immediately after she left, Mike had taken her place in front of you. "Sheesh, a free ticket." Mike said looking almost as smug as the smuglord herself, Demi.

"There's no denying my accusations anymore... '(Nickname)'." He singsonged while making the little plushie dance.

"OH please..."

Time flew by quickly. And you did admit, it got a little lonely without a certain someone to pester you.

What was supposed to be eight days quickly devolved into eight hours, then into eight minutes until it had finally become eight seconds before the 'Firefly' would perform on stage for her eager, perhaps even anxious, and most of all adoring fans.

Seeing the lady in her dress adorned with several gleaming accessories of various shapes and sizes reminded you of the day you had first seen her. You once again wondered about its colors, what words she'd bring about to describe what she herself couldn't see, what imagery she'd manifest into life through both her audience's imagination and her brilliant eloquence.

And in a few moments time, she'd reached the final part of her performance.

"This one's for a special someone I met a few months ago. Someone I often think of as the lovable dork I love to tease as a part of my daily routine..." She joked, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd while you smiled and rolled your eyes into oblivion, knowing very well that she was talking about you.

"and hopefully..." she continued, this time looking directly at you with the cheekiest smile, "the one whose world I'll paint with lovely hues..."

You felt the familiar feeling of heat rush to your cheeks as she began the familiar song. Of course, you of all people would know what it was. It was you who sang it to her for the first time after all. And as her mellow voice filled the stadium, a smile involuntarily crept across your face, and you quietly sang along.

"When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

Where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs..."

"Give your heart and soul to me..." Emily had started to slow down a little, both in her singing and her movements as she walked down the stage and approached you. "And life will always be..."

You delicately took her hand—the one that held her signature microphone—and finished the song, just as she had hoped.

"La Vie En... Rose"

In an instant, your black and white world had started blooming with various colors you thought you could only dream of. The bursts and flashes of hues seemingly drowned out the loud applause and cheers coming from the audience as you stood in front of your soulmate, who seemed to be just as stunned as you were.

The dress and gems that once looked white and grey in your eyes had become a glistening sapphire blue with both silver and bronze accessories to complement it.

"And I thought you said blue was a depressing color," you joked. "It's hard to imagine that when you've made my world far brighter than I could ever imagine."

"It doesn't have to be—a sad color, I mean." She defended, but quickly brought back the most important question at hand. "So... is it a yes?"

You looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding? Of course!"

She pulled you into a tight embrace, quickly raising both your hand and hers with the biggest smile on her face and excitedly exclaiming to the crowd.

"THEY SAID YES!"

And thus began, or as Emily daresaid—continued, the timeless and tender masterpiece of your love, an unwritten prose that had undoubtedly pierced the hearts of its audience further past the finite capabilities of words scribbled onto paper. A prose that you'd both find yourselves naming:

Life in Pink.

"Only now am I able to peer into this world's foreign hues, through the rose-tinted glasses that I've found called 'you'."