#another one done

[creatorping]

“Awe, that is so nice”

A follow-up to the POV _(:з」∠)_

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "You have a fever."

Pairing: Epel Felmier x Gn!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

"Come on, (Name). Please? " Epel batted his eyelashes at you.

You sighed, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him. Fighting against the part of you that just wanted to coo at him and give into his demands was hard, but you managed to contain yourself. You remained silent, watching the shorter boy fidget under your intent gaze.

"Epel is smart," Vil had told you, days before he had to leave for some project. "Despite his hesitancy in using his beauty, he will employ it against you should he want something. He knows you well, Prefect. But you mustn't give in."

I mustn't give in, you chanted in your mind as you looked at Epel, who was growing more antsy by the minute.

"You've just recovered from that cold, Epel. I don't think it'd be a good idea to go out and play in the snow when it's not even been that long," you tried to get him to see reason. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Rook was instructed by Vil to keep an eye on you. If this gets back to him..."

"It won't get back to him!" Epel huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he switched the puppy eyes for a pout. Sevens, was he aiming to persuade you, or to kill you?

"Vil's not here, and Rook's going to the mountains today–"

"Why?"

"– I don't really know, but that's besides the point. (Name), I'm bored. I've been stuck in my room for almost a week, I'm fine now! Besides, isn't it Vil who says going outside is good for your health?"

"He says that to have you join him when he's jogging," you hummed in amusement. "Also, who says I'll not snitch on you to Vil?"

Epel took a step closer to you, gently reaching out to hold your hand in his. A light tug, followed by a soft "Please...?" had you blushing and looking away. Epel tilted forward to catch the expression on your face while you tried to cover it with your free hand.

You mentally apologized to Vil for failing to resist Epel's charms. For someone who disliked being called cute or any synonyms of it, he sure knew how to wield his cuteness. And you were but a weak, weak human.

"Fine. Fifteen minutes," you said, trying to ignore the way Epel's face lit up with smug happiness. "Only fifteen minutes."

"I'll take that!" He smiled as he placed a quick kiss on your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded. The smile on his face quickly turned into a mischievous grin as he let go of you and turned, running out of his dorm yelling, "Last one out's a rotten egg!"

"Hey, not fair!" You yelled back as you chased him.

"You have a fever," Vil's voice rang out, a disappointed note to his words as he stared down at the thermometer in his hand. You squirmed in your place on Epel's bed, twiddling your thumbs. A quick glance to your side showed you an equally miserable and sick Epel mirroring your position.

"In our defense," you started, voice slightly croaky as you looked up at the Pomefiore housewarden, "we were out for only 15 minutes."

"And look what that brought upon the two of you," Vil deadpanned, looking very much like an exasperated mother as he made sure both of you were comfortable.

Rook stood silently in the corner of the room, not moving a muscle as he watched the three of you from where he'd been placed on timeout. His crime? Letting you two be unsupervised for an entire day. You felt bad for him, letting him know that with an apologetic smile in his direction, which he returned with one of his own.

"Honestly... I was away for three days, potatoes," he sighed, manicured hands carefully pressing a cold damp towel to your forehead, then doing the same to Epel. Neither one of you commented on his fussing, not wanting to get scolded any more than you already had.

"Now wait here while I go and brew you some medicinal potions."

"Uh, Vil we could just get some from the infirmary-"

"I said, wait here, like good little spudlings," Vil calmly stared at you, lips curling into a triumphant smile when none of you dared to make a sound in protest. "Good. Rook?"

The blonde in the corner turned his attention to his housewarden. "Yes?"

"Keep an eye on them."

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[mysteriaqueen]

The Traveler's Journal

Day One Part T3 | <Prev • Next> | Word Count: 700 words

After the two disturbed the stranger and the blue dragon they go to investigate what was left behind.

Paimon floated ahead, much faster than Jaylenth, who had a cautious but relaxed pace. Jaylenth heard her call out to her from above.

“Be careful! Paimon doesn’t have a good feeling about this…” “Yes, because floating over there swiftly is careful,” She muttered, picking up the pace a bit. “What was that? Paimon couldn’t hear you!”

Jaylenth climbed atop the rock and ‘repeated’ what she said.

“Yes, because it is important to be careful.”

Paimon looked over at Jaylenth, slightly puzzled.

“So, whaddo we got here?” “Paimon’s never seen a stone like this before, so Paimon can’t tell what it is.” “How inconvenient,” Jaylenth said, putting a hand on her hip. “All Paimon knows is that it’s dangerous. Best we put it away for now.” “If you say so.” Jaylenth snatched the crimson crystal and packed it away. “Okay, we’ve got it! Now let’s get out of here.” "Back to heading to Mondstadt.”

And the pair did just that. Jaylenth hopped down from the rock and they followed the path with the occasional “ooo! Mushroom!” detour. But as the pair walked, they heard a perky young girl call out to them.

“Hey, you! Stop right there!”

A young girl, dressed mostly in red, ran off a cliff behind them, rolling as she landed. She brought a fist to her chest and then swiped her arm down in some strange sort of salute. She spoke again.

“May the Anemo God protect you, stranger!”

Jaylenth blinked at the spectacle before her and resisted the urge to check in with Paimon to make sure she wasn’t imagining it.

“I am Amber, Outrider for the Knights of Favonius.” “A what for the what-?” “You don’t look like citizens of Mondstadt-” “-Because we aren’t-” Jaylenth interjected. “Explain yourselves!” Paimon waved their hands around frantically. “We’re not looking for trouble.” “That’s what all the troublemakers say,” Amber said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms. Jaylenth stepped forward and waved. “Well hi, I’m Jaylenth.” “.... Doesn’t sound like a local name to me,” Amber replied, narrowing her eyes..

The Outrider looked between two; her eyes settled on the small floaty one.

“And this… mascot, what’s the deal with it?” “Paimon’s my friend.” Jaylenth looked at her guide fondly. “We’ve only been traveling partners for two months, but…. We’ve already become the very best of friends!”

The pair smiled at each other.

“So to sum it up, you’re traveling partners, right?”

They nodded in response.

“Well look, there’s been a large dragon sighted in Mondstadt recently. Best you get inside the city as soon as possible.” “Sounds reasonable.” Jaylenth nodded. “It’s not far from here, I’ll escort you there.” “Okay-” Jaylenth tried (and failed) to hide her taken aback-ness. “Aren’t you out here for some other reason?” Paimon asked. “I am. But not to worry, I can keep you both safe while doing that too. Besides…”

Amber eyed the two suspiciously once again, placing her hands back on her hips.

“I’m still not sure if I can trust you two just yet!” “Why so suspicious?” Jaylenth raised an eyebrow, tilting her head a bit. “Oh, ahh… I’m sorry. Probably not something I should say as a knight.” “Eh, honesty’s the best policy.” “Nono, I give you my apologies, uh… strange yet… respectable travelers.”

Does that really count as an apology?

“That sounded so fake!” Paimon yelled, putting their hands on their hips. “Do you have something against the type of language usage prescribed by the Knights of Favonius Handbook!?” Amber retorted, equally offended.

Did she just- get mad at us…? After she basically insulted us? Huh.

“Oh no! Not another slime!” Paimon yelled, pointing behind Amber. “Awwww cuuut- Why is it flying.” Jaylenth stared. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this!” Amber said as she prepared for attack.

With perfect aim and just one shot from her bow, Amber defeated the slime.

“Wow. Nice shot.” Jaylenth said, still staring at where the slime used to be. “Thanks! Now follow me.” 

Amber started off towards her objective

“Shiiiiit, Paimon, did you see that? She can escort me any day.” Paimon rolled her eyes. “Jaylenth, get moving!”

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 2

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok of himself waking Steve up at midnight on June 1st like, “Babe, wake up. Stevie.”

“Huh?”

“Guess what month it is?”

Steve, making a valiant effort but slowly losing the battle to stay awake, blinks in his general direction and then says, “…Steve Harrington, Chicago…2004.”

“I’m not giving you a concussion test!” Eddie exclaims and then, “You got one of those wrong.”

Steve just stares at him like, “Which one?”

“The year.”

“Time is an illusion.”

Steve lays back down as Eddie nods more or less. It was 1984 in 1986, so he’s not exactly wrong.

He nudges him before telling him why he actually woke him up, “It’s pride month.”

“I have pride in you every month.”

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