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tearskillstardust · 3 months

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❝ OF THOUGHT AND BIRTH DIVINE. ❞

001. 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌—智慧之神。

Since antiquity, a word goes around in the lands surrounding the capital.

It's nothing new really, an old wives' tale—it has been passed from generation to generation by curious mothers who were once children themselves, having listened to the same story at least thrice from their own mothers before it was ultimately passed down to the next generation.

Your own mother had been shelling peas when she casually brought it up and you as casually dropped the vellum to listen in closer.

'They say the knowledge of prose and poetry is passed down by the God of wisdom, himself, and it is only from his generous blessing that one is able to find skill in these areas that leave most counting stars. '

You laughed, finding it as stupid as a donkey winning in a race of horses.

'Oh?' you questioned, and she passed a side-eye at your smug expression as you continued, 'And how much, pray tell, did you reminisce of', you sarcastically made exclamation marks in the air here, 'the God of wisdom, to have a child so blessed in the knowledge of poetry such as I?'

You did not have the right to complain when her hand playfully came to smack you at the side of your back, your father laughing as he came to settle next to you on the cot, having managed to find some free time from work only then.

'She's right, though, isn't she? Your child is blessed with the knowledge of poetry, why not appreciate it sometimes?'

Your mother passed a fond look before playfully pulling on your ear as you winced just as naughtily to provoke your father into taking your side—

'Aaah! Papa!'

'Don't listen to her! Arrogance keeps surfacing in this child's countenance!'

Your father laughs, affectionately freeing you from your mother as he handed you your vellum and secretively pointed towards his study.

He turns to your mother, 'You can't be like that with her anymore, love. She's grown and will marry away in some time, be kinder.'

Right, you think, rolling your eyes, finding the fun atmosphere deflating as you returned towards the study. You put away father's books from before—logs and registers detailing the exchanges of his store's valuables—absentmindedly staring at the feather in your hand as you played with its ink, making random pictures of flowers on the edge of you sheet.

If the restrictions put on all politically, especially the young who needed the most freedom of all, were not enough already, then there everyone was—putting more pressure socially.

Marriage was never a matter of casualty, if it occurred without inviting family from even the ends of the earth, then it was considered an unsuccessful one—and while you yourself were not big on having kids and romancing boys, the prospect of having a compatible, loving partner was not one that never crossed your mind.

Alas, you stared at the blank sheet with a more than bored look upon your features.

Inspiration was always hard to find.

Putting down your pen you rose with a sigh, gaze shaded with disappointment over inability to complete the poetry. What would rhyme with saccharine, anyway?

Mine?

No, you thought, turning towards the exit of the house without consulting anyone, only vaguely announcing to your father who sat on the cot, quietly enjoying his tea, as his gentle eyes traced your movements.

'I'll be back,' you said, and he nodded with a soft smile. Innocent, he was. Your father, that is. A man of simple but honest means, always smiling and finding joy in the basic things—your mother wasn't selfish herself, but she was certainly much cleverer than her husband.

You chuckled absent-mindedly, they were a cute couple. While most certainly were they a couple put together randomly by their families, they had accidentally ended up being the most compatible for each other than either would today admit. But when the moon danced with the clouds, it were their laughs of genuine amusement, arising from reminiscing old moments spent together, that softly sparked joy within your heart.

It was a tiny wish then, in the very corner of your heart, that if you end up marrying a noble man, then he too, be as lucky as your father had been for your mother.

Lost in thoughts, when the expanse to the lake had been covered, that you did not know but you headed straight towards the still water body. Sitting next to its very edge with a sigh, wallowing in self-pity as you sought to better your mood, you began thus, looking at your reflection in the still water—

'Often do lilies turn to me, hiding faces showered in glee. Shaded in shyness the orchids ask, where were you gone, Malika? and in my innocence I answer, to the devil's lair.'

Silence.

You broke out laughing, finding the poem less descriptive of your own self than it was of the orchid's undying curiosity as its vines spread their feet as far as they possibly could.

And while the poetry itself was a little less than mediocre in your eyes, someone else seemed to have been much too impressed for either of your best interests.

It was when you finally began preparing to rise, having had more than enough ideas to continue your work when he interrupted, both intrigued and upset as he spoke—

'Will you speak no more?'

You turned around quickly, and much to your embarrassment, did not manage to find the source of the voice until he scoffed again and waved his book boredly, 'Here, lady.'

You cocked a brow at him, 'I'm not a lady but you're definitely an auntie. Tell me, what is it?'

He curiously asked, voice managing to hide his internal desperation, 'Will you compose poetry no more?'

You looked him up and down and it was then that you managed to catch a proper glimpse of him as the clouds cleared, as though the Gods themselves were keen on enhancing his divinity, the crown of his hair shaded with pale yellow light.

He was young in appearance, perhaps even a girl's dream husband, but the stillness of his disposition and eyes spoke of a maturity which was rarely found.

You would've described him in fluent poetry, should you have had the patience or the time (or even interest), but just as quickly did the sun hide and the shadow fell upon him once again.

You breathed, and so did he.

You turned around with the attitude of a real Malika, 'No.'

'Why not?', came his answer, just as quick.

You rolled your eyes, turning back with an annoyed expression, 'Don't you know it's rude to listen on to people secretly?'

He sighed, 'Your voice is too melodious not to be listened to, Malika.'

You passed a dull expression, 'Lady to Malika, huh?', then rolled your eyes boredly, 'Chameleon.'

An amused smile stretched across his features, and if it didn't already seem as though the Gods had carved him out of the finest marble, then now it seemed as though sunlight poured from urns onto his ethereal features.

You blushed red at your internal monologue of his beauty.

Why did it matter, anyway?

People were never allowed to choose partners of their own, regardless they be lovers or not. Ideas of romance were better of printed on paper and sold off for gold—not for building your future on. Or so your mother said.

'Lost in thought?', he inquired, sitting up straight as he shut his book, yawning quietly before his gaze turned to meet yours once again.

'No, I know what I have to do.' you shook your head and turned away again, only to lulled in by the trap of his own voice once again.

'Please,' he said, desperate now, and you could not help but feel the smallest pang of shyness at his insistence. 'If not poetry, then talk about something. Anything.'

'Like?', you questioned once again, cursing your curiosity and intrigue with the young man once again. But who were you to deny yourself the simplicity of indulging in conversation with one so charming as him?

He smiled, but only innocence lay behind its drape. 'Like, what's your name?'

The cry of the cuckoo came to you on the wind.

You answered with a glittering smile, 'Y/n. And yours?'

He smiled back, just as illustrious in his wake. 'Al Haitham.'

If you were surprised at the scholarly name, you did not show it.

Silence ensued, in the midst of which none desired to speak. It was the first time you were with him in which he did not desire you to speak, but merely to smile as he watched on, as though unable to move on from the tantalizing spell of your gently tugged lips.

Squirrels curiously peeked from behind trees laden with fruits, as the curious sparrows lined up together in serenity, watching on. Even the mischievous macaque stopped for a moment's notice, taking a break from dropping half-eaten fruits into the water, for the pleasure of watching its surface ripple.

He spoke at long last—voice laced with unimaginable gentleness.

'Pray tell, what troubles you so? Did the poetess/poet not find enough inspiration for her/his work?'

You smiled gently, your heart just as calm as you were, as though under a spell. 'Indeed.'

He chuckled, 'Blessed with a moon-like face and still troubling yourself with inspiration?' he rose suddenly, humming thoughtfully as he came closer to you with a teasing smile.

'Just a suggestion', he said, smile never leaving his features, 'Why not write about how the sun fell for the moon?'

'Oh?', you asked, suppressing a smile at his implication, considering the way the sun seemed to sit right upon his head, as though a crown.

He nodded again, 'The way it so desperately tried to reach her,' his gaze flickered ever so gently towards your hands, 'only to be held back by the confines of the sky.'

'Confines of the sky or confines of its own rule?'

However romantic may the sentence itself might have been, the aura of gentleness contained in him never managed to leave, as though he knew nothing but gentleness for you.

His gaze softly brushed over yours and he pointed towards the small twig stuck in your hair, removing it when you nodded softly.

'Alas, the moon is much too a beauty to be forced into submission,' he playfully answered, 'The sun must find a way to reach her in the end.'

You winked at him, just as playful of nature, if not more. 'Well, he might have to do it quick then. For should the stars reach her before the sun does,' you softly poked his nose at that, 'then the sun will be left watching.'

His gaze glittered with adoration and love, as though he had never seen more beautiful a being. You flattered yourself and turned on your heel, walking away with a smile before his voice came to you once again—

'Will you meet me here tomorrow?'

You turned playfully, the wind playing with your hair, reflecting your saccharine mood.

'What if I don't?', you shouted back, and his laugh came on the wind,

'I'll wait for you regardless!'

And while the question of whether or not you would meet him by the lake the next day was one you would decide on spontaneously, it was magical almost when your pen seemed to simply glide in your hands. Words stringed like necklaces of pearl in quick succession—

You suddenly remembered your mother's tale and the young man, finding it funny how seemingly, a talent for writing was certainly not one that was bestowed upon personally by the 'God of wisdom', whomsoever might the deity behind the name be.

Unless, well, Al Haitham was the deity.

You chuckle to yourself at the prospect, impossible, you think to yourself, feather dipping in ink as you continued the verse.

And understanding with the snap of his finger, the thoughts swirling in your mind, Al Haitham smiles to himself contentedly.

Most often, love is found in the most unexpected of places.

Better it was that way—he laughs to himself as he thinks that.

Confessions of truth and identity would be a tough challenge, but what was love, if not a challenge itself?

Nonetheless, for now, your smile was more than enough for him.

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honeywitchers · 2 years

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Awful Plan, Great Result

A/N: This is from another one of my blogs that I decided to seperate my Witcher content from. I plan on deleting the original from that blog so if you have seen this before under a different name I promise I didn’t steal the story! This piece was inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Content and Warnings: Strong language, love sick Geralt, foggy brained Geralt just wanting to be loved, guy in an all green outfit thinking he can take on a witcher, violence because Geralt has had enough, soaking wet Geralt, love confessions, if you squint during the fight scene it might morph into Fiona fighting off the bandits in Shrek, wee bit of blood because bitches get stitches

Word Count: 2,934

Summary: Geralt of Rivia finds himself to be hopelessly in love with a soft spirited cottage dwelling woman. How does he confess his true feelings for her when he doesn’t even fully understand his own emotions? In quite possibly the strangest, yet most fitting way he could.

She was beauty. She was not just beautiful, she was the very definition of it. Even her breathing was filled with elegance. Her smooth skin mimicked the finest of silks that only royalty could ever imagine to afford. The way her hair complimented the tones within her face was almost unreal. Her features appeared cheerful almost always, no matter the situation, positivity leaking from each and every pore…..so why and how was it possible that a man like Geralt of Rivia could fall for her? He was the complete and utter opposite; rugged, rough skinned, quiet, constantly thinking of the dangers that fill the Continent, often dirty, and skilled in combat. Yet, despite all of this, she was the very sun in his sky, the stars to his moon, the flower to his soil, the…..you get the idea. The problem with this, however, was that she had not a single clue that he felt this way for her, completely oblivious to his undying love for her. All they seemed to be at this point were oblivious, emotionally constipated, and…….idiots. Complete idiots. Any onlooker could see that this was not a simply platonic relationship. Come on, the two were living together! And they had been for almost a year now! So anyways, here we are. The ever so odd tale of Geralt of Rivia and his……roommate.

The spotless wooden dining table Geralt had taken a seat at within Y/N’s cottage kitchen was almost buckling underneath his mass and the weight of his bulky armor. The dirt covering his arms and legs were surely destroying the cleanliness of it. He had just returned from a hunt that turned out to be a large group of villagers playing a trick just so they could get a chance at seeing the witcher in action. Geralt quickly realized this but not before he lost his footing and tripped over a partially buried root in the forest, rolling down a long and bumpy hill. Way to add insult to injury, universe.

Quietly grumbling curses under his breath, he did his best not to disturb the cheerful humming of Y/N, who was chopping up carrots for a stew she planned to make. Or more so attempting. The blade on the knife was terribly dull. Her cooking escapades had clearly taken a toll on the tool. It was all she had, so she had to make it work. Although, Geralt couldn’t help but find the sight amusing. Geralt’s eyes blinked rapidly and his posture straightened as if a light bulb had just gone off in his head. That’s it! He knows how he will profess his love! This is quite possibly the most romantic action a witcher could do! He suddenly stood from the table with determination, almost a little too fast, startling Y/N.

“Where are you going? You just got back.” Y/N questioned Geralt as he made his way to the door.

“I uh….need to go into town. I….forgot something.” He pathetically tried to come up with an excuse to hide his true intentions.

Before another word can leave Y/N’s mouth, Geralt was out the door and on his way to who knows where. She shrugged her shoulders and continued to shred—cut the vegetables on her cutting board.

Geralt loved and hated the fact that her cottage was practically in the middle of nowhere. It left them unbothered and with privacy but he still found himself annoyed that he had to trek through a grove and winding dirt paths just to get into town. He chuckled lightly as he came across a root hiding in the ground of his walking path.

“Hmm….not this time.”

Less than ten minutes later, Geralt began to approach a river. He was getting close.

“Thank the gods it’s not raining.” He said to himself.

The universe, being the absolute pain in Geralt’s ass, decided that sunshine and no rain was much too easy for the dear witcher. Why not throw a……minor? Yes, minor inconvenience his way, instead of allowing him to just walk his way into town and back smoothly. No, no, that would not do.

“Behold, witcher man! For I am Wulfgar, and I am here to take your coin!” A loud, high pitched male voice yelled out.

Geralt’s eyebrows furrowed and he turned around in the direction of the voice. What he sees is not what he was expecting. Standing ten feet before him stood a short statured man donning a green tunic and matching pants that were just a smidge too tight. A green pointed hat sat upon his bowl cut hair. A fashion expert, honestly.

Pointed towards Geralt was his embarrassingly small silver dagger. Confidence somehow oozed out of the mysterious bandit as he chose to lunge forward without strategy or thought. Because of the overwhelming bewilderment the witcher was experiencing, he jumped backwards just a hair too slow, resulting in the coin pouch at his hip being slashed open. Just as luck would have it, half of his coins were dumped into the river. Geralt grunted and unsheathed his sword, four times the size of the measly dagger Wulfgar wielded.

“Back off.” Geralt warned.

“Uh, uh….I…..I mean no harm, witcher. It’s….just a tough time, you know? So um…anyway…..please don’t um…..KILL ME!!!!!!!!” Wulfgar stammered and ran away.

“I uh….okay.” Geralt rolled his eyes and put his sword back into its holder. “Fuck!” He reached down to his coin pouch, coins were still slowly spilling out onto the ground. Like a beggar, he scoured the ground to pick up and salvage every last one.

Geralt considered turning back but brushed the thought off, knowing he couldn’t show up back at the cottage empty handed after he told Y/N he was going out. That wouldn’t make sense and it would only lead to more questions that he wasn’t currently prepared to answer. Instead, he began to think about how much of an idiot he was for believing this could work. Of course Y/N would never love him. He couldn’t even do this one self appointed task. Useless.

“Fuck.” Having a way with words, he cursed and treaded forward, feeling light raindrops begin to hit his skin and dampen his hair. What else could go wrong?

A short time later a now drenched Geralt waltzes into town square. The place is growing more and more quiet as he notices people rushing inside and merchants packing up the items at their stalls to avoid the increasing rain. Fearing that he missed his chance to come up with anything, he sprints towards the last remaining merchant.

“Wait!” He shouted.

The merchant looked up to him, eyes widening at his appearance. “Sorry, the rain is bringing all of us in for the day. Come back tomorrow.” The merchant went to turn away and continue packing without giving Geralt a second thought.

“Please, just….show me what you have.” Geralt pleaded with the man, hoping there is at least one item that even remotely resembled what he was looking for.

The merchant’s eyes narrowed and he stared in silence for a moment. “Witchers pay double.” He crossed his arms and stood firm.

Of course, because that’s exactly what he needed to hear after losing half of his wealth to the murky fast flowing waters of the river.

“Fine.” Geralt gritted his teeth, ready for the excursion to be over.

The merchant moved aside so Geralt could look at what his options were. His eyes examined the items laid out in front of him. There were four rolls of twine, a mysterious piece of cloth that appeared to have been white at some point during its existence, two cabbage heads that had been massacred by the wind and rain, rendering them inedible, and…..a knife! Just what he was looking for! A perfect kitchen knife to aid his one true love with her cooking! She shall never fret or strain her wrist again! He would wrap it in the softest of cloths and bend on one knee, hand stretched out, ready to release all of his pent up emotions and—

He realized it was in fact not a kitchen knife, but a dagger. A deep sigh escaped the witcher. It was a slightly rusted short dagger that was surely made for simple combat. A.k.a not something he originally planned on giving his soft ray of sunshine back at home to help her cook.

“How much coin for this?” Geralt held up the so-called weapon.

The merchant eyes his torn coin pouch. “Whatever you’ve got left.”

And so goes the last of his coin.

On his way back to Y/N’s cottage, Geralt is in a constant battle with his thoughts, telling himself over and over that he should not have gone out, how he wasn’t worthy of her love, how she could do so much better than him. How could he think it was a good idea to bring her a dagger that she didn’t need or even ask for? Especially one in a not so tip top shape condition.

Naturally, his one person conversation is interrupted by none other than…..Wulfgar.

“Now, witcher!” Wulfgar shouted. “I’ve got friends this time! And they have bigger swords than I! You will come to regret the last hour, mutant. You should have simply given me your coin!”

Three of the humans making up Wulfgar’s makeshift army came up behind Geralt in an attempted sneak attack and managed to snag the one sword he brought along with him, having left the other behind to be sharpened later on in the day. The witcher positioned himself into a defensive stance, looking at his surroundings. He counted six men in the group, all funnily enough sporting the same puke green outfits like they were part of some wannabe cult. The only thing left that he had besides his fists and signs to defend himself against the five swords and Wulfgar’s short stub was…..the dagger.

First, he fought off the three men who took his sword, one jumping on his back and immediately being thrown onto the ground, the second being knocked unconscious with a single punch. He took out the third using the Aard sign, knocking him against a tree. Two more men came running at him, swinging their swords haphazardly through the air, praying that one of them would draw blood from the witcher. The men however were very much unaware of their….lacking skills and were disarmed easily and knocked out.

Geralt then turned to Wulfgar, the last man standing. He was practically shaking in his boots, having just watched all of his friends fail miserably at taking down the witcher. After a moment, he bends down and picks up two of the swords left on the ground. He lunged forward again and this time nicked Geralt’s face, also slicing off a thin piece of leather covering his shoulder for extra protection. He looked to the side at his ruined shoulder piece and looked back at Wulfgar. He stepped forward slowly with an intimidating aura bouncing off of him. Wulfgar was stopped dead in his tracks in disbelief that he just made contact with the witcher. With one swift motion, Geralt swipes the sword out of the bandit’s hand, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the ground.

“Uh….uh….uh Mr. Witcher, please.” Wulfgar started to stammer.

“You will stay away. Or I will kill you where you stand.” Geralt warned, bearing his teeth.

Wulfgar was left in shock, eyes wide and not blinking as he watched Geralt start to walk away. Somewhere in his tiny little brain, the idea of trying one last time to win overtook rational thought. He pulled out a small throwing knife that had been hidden in his pant leg, aimed, and threw it at Geralt. Just as how the rest of the day had gone for him, the knife sticks in his shoulder directly in the spot where his leather had been cut away. All Wulfgar hears is a short grunt from him and before he knows it, Geralt grabbed the dagger he purchased and sunk it into his thigh.

“FUCK YOU, WITCHER!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU AND YOUR…..YOUR STUPID HAIR WILL REGRET THIS!!!” Wulfgar screamed and was attempting to army crawl away. “AND….AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!? YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!!!”

Geralt rolled his eyes at the empty insult attempts and once again continued his journey back to Y/N’s cottage, bloody dagger in hand. Oh man, he fucked up.

Once outside her cottage, he stopped and took a deep breath. What the hell just happened? He started off his day sitting at her kitchen table waiting for dinner and then boom, he’s wielding a dagger he bought for her and used it to stab someone after he beat up six people. Ah, yes, the unpredictable life of a witcher.

Finally, he opened the door to Y/N’s cottage.

“Geralt! Where have you been? I thought you were just going to market? Did you take shelter from the rain? And did you–” Y/N cut off her own string of questions. “Is that a cut on your face?” She stopped cooking the food she was still attempting to make and ran over to him.

“Oh….yeah….” Geralt responded, still standing in front of the door.

“What happened?!?” She reached up to touch his face but his head jerked away on instinct, causing her to pull her hand back. “Geralt….where did you go?”

“I….went to town square.”

“Yes, but…..Geralt. Your face is cut, you have no supplies from any stall, your coin pouch is gone,” Y/N pointed to his hip where the pouch once was. “and….your pocket is….bleeding.”

“Oh…..yeah…..that’s probably from…..this.” Geralt said quietly, slowly pulling out the dagger he bought for her.

At this point, Y/N has no idea what to say to him. He said he was going to market, then came back with nothing but a bloody dagger and blood on his skin? What happened to his coin??? A hundred questions ran through her mind as she stood there in silence, eyes locked onto the dagger in his hands.

“I….got it for your cooking.” Geralt broke the silence.

“My….cooking?” She repeated.

“Yes. Earlier you looked like you were having….issues cutting the food for your stew and I was just watching you struggle sitting there thinking about what I could do to fix it and how I could make you have an easier time and—”

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked, still dumbfounded.

Geralt stayed silent for a minute, trying to rake over his options. Should he tell her not to worry about it and walk away for the night? Should he brush it off as just trying to help with her cooking? No. That wouldn’t explain why he had no coin and was decorated with blood. He started to ponder whether he was ready to risk it all or not…….it was time.

“Y/N…..please accept this gift as a token of my love…..” His eyes darted off to the side. “For….uh….you.”

As if the situation couldn’t get anymore confusing or awkward, Geralt reached out to hand her the dagger laid out on both of his palms. She wrapped her hands in her sleeve and took it out of his hands. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed as the two stared at each other.

“Geralt, this is a dagger.” Y/N said firmly. “And it….it has blood on it.”

Geralt stood there speechless, fully taking in that he just confessed to someone with a bloody dagger that neither of them needed or wanted.

“Listen, I tried to get you something you could use every day and help you but this fool of a man made me lose half my coin and then it started raining so the merchants started to leave and I saw that and figured it was close enough to a kitchen knife so I bought it but then on my way back I ran into the same dumbass but he brought friends this time and—”

In the middle of his rambling, Y/N had set the dagger on a nearby surface. She then cut off his borderline incoherent thoughts by grabbing his face and pushing her lips onto his, creating an intense first kiss between them. She eventually pulled away to examine the face of the confused as heck Geralt. That….was the last thing he expected to actually happen. Did….did his dumbass plan work?

“You’ve felt for me all this time?” Y/N asked, hands still cupping Geralt’s face.

“Mhm.”

A huge grin spread across her face. “You fought off a gang of men, almost got killed, trudged through the cold rain, lost all your coin, and came home covered in blood…..just to get me something that might help me a few times a day?”

Geralt ran a hand through his hair and laughed at himself, listening to Y/N sum up all of his day’s fuckery. She was correct. He did all of that just to bring home the wrong thing.

“I guess….I just love you.”

“You guess?” Y/N prodded.

Geralt’s face softened. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Geralt. Now, kiss me again.”

“My pleasure.” The witcher smiled and kissed her once again.

It was a terrible, stupid, horrible, foolish plan………and it worked.

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tmd-clangen · 2 months

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MOON 0 | SMILING MOON

“Serpentkit and Irispaw know Bushkit will make a great colonymate.”

“Bush? Where are you?” Serpentkit calls, trotting around the clearing. The two of them were playing hide and seek; and perhaps that was a bad idea, because Serpentkit knew how serious Bushkit got about it. He’d hide away for hours and never surrender. Serpentkit had decided to entertain the younger kitten anyway, mostly because he wanted something to do, too.

Bushkit always found him so easily, though! In contrast to Bushkit’s incredible hiding skills, Serpentkit apparently “stuck out like a sore paw”. Serpentkit sighed. He lasted about ten minutes at best, maybe, before Bushkit found him hiding amongst the gray ferns behind the monster carcass that Poolgleam had decided to be the new cleric’s den.

“Not fair!” Serpentkit had cried. “I don’t know how you find me so fast.”

“I’m just way too good at this,” Bushkit had boasted back in reply, puffing up his already chubby self. “I just have the best eyes.”

“I thought that was my thing,” Serpentkit had whined, recalling how he always found really cool bugs in the most hidden places back at the old camp.

Serpentkit shook his head. He could still find cool bugs here! It didn’t matter if he wasn’t good at finding Bushkit. Or… maybe it did. Now that he was thinking about it– Bushkit being unable to be found right now was making him nervous. Scared. He swept his head around with wide eyes and coiled his long tail around his legs.

“Buuush!” Serpentkit cried.

Serpentkit saw movement out of the corner of his eye, then, and turned to see Irispaw slinking out of the young cats’ monster den. Irispaw flicked an ear and stared at him with a hint of concern in his eyes. “Serp? Is something the matter?”

“Bushkit and I are playing hide and seek and I can’t find him,” Serpentkit whined. “It’s getting me worried now…”

Irispaw blinked, then casual amusement washed over his face. “Ah, Bush’s infamous hiding skill, huh?”

Serpentkit nodded with a mumble, and Irispaw chuckled. “Have you considered looking bigger?”

“What do you mean?” Serpentkit asked him, confused.

Irispaw lifted his nose toward the sky, and Serpentkit followed his gesture. Then he gasped. Standing on top of the tall shiningfence was Bushkit, looking quite uncomfortably squatted onto it in order to keep his balance. Irispaw laughed again.

“Bush! What are you doing up there?!” Serpentkit squeaked. “That’s dangerous!”

Despite the less than ideal position he was in, Bushkit flashed a toothy grin from way up high. “Stars above, finally! I’ve been up here, like, almost the whole time!” he hollered back.

“How are you gonna get down?!”

“Like this!” Bushkit walked along the top of the shiningfence– somewhat shakily, but stable enough he was far from the teetering point that he’d fall– and then simply hopped onto the top of the nearest monster carcass. From there he strode happily across its spine and slid down its sloped head, landing back on the ground once he hopped off. Serpentkit bounded over to meet him and butted his head into his chest.

“That’s hardly safe!” Serpentkit fussed, “I can’t believe you would stay up there the whole time!”

“I can’t believe you took so long to notice, silly!” Bushkit retorted playfully.

As Irispaw walked over to join them, he asked, “How did you even get up there?”

“I’ve been watching Poolgleam climb up the shiningfence whenever he leaves. My paws are still too small to hook into it like he does, but I can walk across the top!” Bushkit exclaimed.

“Very impressive,” Irispaw nodded.

“And dangerous!” Serpentkit squealed once more.

Bushkit shook his head with a bubbly laugh. “Aw, c’mon, Serp, no it’s not! It’s really fine. Just as long as you can balance good. And I can!”

“The balance and climbing skill will be really helpful when you start training,” Irispaw remarked thoughtfully, “Maybe you should show all of us how you do it? Don’t tell him I told you this, but Leappaw is really bad at balancing… he’s fallen off logs, like, several times now and it’s so funny every time.”

The three of them shared a bout of giggling, imagining Leappaw tripping off of a toppled log. “I’ll go get him right now,” Bushkit mewled, racing off toward the monster carcass.

Serpentkit watched him go, then looked up at Leappaw. “You really think it's good? Even though it’s scary and dangerous?”

“Well… considering our conditions… yeah.” Irispaw nodded slowly, contemplatively. “It's best for us to start the scary and dangerous learning as soon as possible, I think.”

“That makes sense…” Serpentkit murmured.

Irispaw then sighed, sounding contented. “He’s going to make a great warrior. Already learning so quickly and we never even asked him,” he chuckled, “that’s good initiative.”

Serpentkit nodded agreeably. “And just a good colonymate all around… I’m glad we have Bush.” Serpentkit smiled. He remembered every time Bushkit had always been there by his side to help him feel better. Bushkit was always that way, and Serpentkit hoped he always would be. The younger kit’s boundless optimism and enthusiasm was something he wished he had for himself, but getting it from someone so close to him was perhaps even better. “He’s always really good.”

Irispaw smiled further. “I couldn’t agree more.”

#tmdclangen #moon 0 #clangen #gilded colony #serpentkit #bushkit #irispaw

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meowjaa · 10 months

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✧ undercover ✧

warnings: blood, mentions of knife, swearing, eventual smut

context: levi ackerman x reader, disguises, undercover mission!

a/n: i did do this scenario in character ai and i do not regret it but anyways its been a while I think I will start doing more of these other than that enjoy my loves!! <33 also this is my first time like actually putting effort into the dividers/layout so sorry if it is bad.. on with the story! part 3 is finally out woohoo :)))

“Get out four eyes, you’re going to wake everybody up with your loud mouth” Levi speaks up as he sighs and I let out a small laugh...

"You sure do hate Hange like a lot.." I say out of nowhere Levi's head turned my way and he then looked down at my hand the bloodied cloth due to the cut beneath it.

"I'm starting to think you don't hate her, in fact you like her" I smirk as I look at him his fingers trailing the cloth, "I don't like her, and I don't like your accusations" Levi replied his tone cold and aloof as always.

Levi Ackerman's eyes scanned over Y/N's hand, taking note of every cut and bruise on her delicate skin. He was a skilled fighter and knew how to patch up injuries, but it didn't stop him from feeling a pang of guilt every time he saw one of Y/N's wounds.

"Looks like you'll live," Levi said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Captain," she replied, using his title as a way to hide her affection for him.

Levi finished bandaging up her last cut and stood back to admire his handiwork. "There, all done. Try to be more careful next time." Y/N nodded, but before she could stand up, Levi placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place.

"Wait," he said softly, his hand sliding down her arm until he was holding her hand in his.

She could feel his breath on her skin, his body looming over hers. Suddenly, without warning, Levi leaned in and captured her lips in a heated kiss.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her fingers clutching onto his jacket. Levi's hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer to him. Y/N could feel his hard body pressed against hers, his arousal evident. She moaned again, feeling a heat pool between her legs.

In one swift motion, Levi lifted her up and placed her on the infirmary bed, his hands running up her legs as he lifted the black dress she had on grabbing hook of her panties and sliding them off.

Levi continued his movements, his focus solely on the physical act rather than any emotional connection. He maintained his stoic demeanor, his thrusts deliberate and precise. As you chuckled, he glanced at you briefly before returning his attention to the task at hand.

"I know you can go rougher than that.." Levi looked up his eyes speaking that he was hesitant to go harder "I'll be fine" y/n said as she nodded her head.

Levi's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and curiosity at your words. His grip on your hips tightened slightly, his movements becoming more forceful as he increased the intensity. However, he maintained control, making sure not to cross any boundaries or cause unnecessary pain.

Levi groaned and grunted each time feeling his cock twitch inside y/n's walls clenching around Levi each time he went in and then slid out y/n's small moans that would escape her lips or the way she'd grip the mattress and push her head deep down into it.

"Mm.. fuck Levi keep going don't stop.." y/n says over and over again as the sound of their skin hitting each other fills the room the moon shining in making the experience better it makes the both of them glow.

With each thrust Levi felt himself getting closer and so he started to pull out y/n's legs wrapped around his waist and pull him closer she looked at him her eyes filled with tears as one streamed down her cheek.

"Cum inside of me," y/n speaks her voice low and she grits her teeth.

As with those words Levi came inside of y/n his sticky white hot cum filled y/n up even some leaking out and onto the infirmary mattress as soon as y/n and Levi came down from their high together the door slinged open and Levi pulled his pants right back up.

"Tch, cant you knock" Levi responded his eyes darting over to the window as he turned his back to the door.

"Oh did I interrupt?" Hange pushes up her glasses as they shine due to the moon through the window, "I'm sorry if everybody in headquarters could hear the both of you going at it!" She responds as her face was all red.

Levi looked away as he pushed y/'s dress back down and then walked out of the room shoving past Hange as y/n stood up from the bed and walked over to Hange looking down before looking up and jumping in excitement with Hange.

"Tell me everything" Hange exclaims as she grabs y/n's other hand which wasn't injured and then walked off.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #levi smut #aot x reader

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a-slut-for-smut · 10 months

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The Sweet Innocence of Youth

“Oh, you can have these…” Utahime reaches into her pocket and hands him a few pieces of candy, “...they’re too sweet for me but I'd think you’d like them. Thanks again for your help.”

Gojo reached out to accept the candy but as their hands touched he suddenly was gripped by a strange feeling- something he never felt before. There was an unsettling ache in his stomach, but it didn’t hurt. He couldn’t place it, all he knew was he wanted to feel it again. Over and over. Again and again.

@goutaweek2023 Day 1, July 17 - “Youth”

****************** 20 years ago…

Gojo was dragged to Kyoto by his family elders for some stupid clans meeting, to discuss how best to use the bearer of Six Eyes and Limitless to their advantage no doubt. Boring shit. He simply left in the middle of it (it's not like anybody could stop him) to find some form of amusement. He wandered along Kyoto’s historical canals but it was filled with noisy tourists so he sought refuge in a quieter area of the neighborhood.

He eventually stumbled upon a row of large red arches, with what looked like sheer yellow silk scarves draped across the tops of the beams. The scarfs fluttered in the wind, in the direction where the arches were leading; as if whispering, beckoning him inside. He was drawn in, curiosity getting the best of him, walking through until he discovered a small but ancient looking shrine. He walked through the gate to find it completely devoid of people, but there was a golden ginkgo tree in the center, leaves swaying in the gentle breeze. He found himself admiring it, wondering how old it might be when a voice suddenly interrupted his reverie.

“Oi. Kid. You lost? What are you doing here?”

He turned to see a girl not much older than him, dressed in a miko outfit holding a broom; curiously appraising him.

“No. I’m not lost. My family is doing something boring now and I would rather be here is all.” He didn’t offer anything beyond that.

The girl huffed. “Well, if you’re not lost and you want to be here, you might as well make yourself useful.” She marched herself right up to him, handing him the broom.

Gojo just stood there, staring. This was wholly new to him- someone addressing him without deference or fear? He had no idea how to react.

“Well?? Why are you standing there like an idiot? Take the broom and help me sweep these leaves out of the courtyard.” She was clearly irritated, jiggling the broom impatiently as a less than gracious invitation for him to take it.

As he took it, she continued to complain. “The shrine people in their infinite wisdom think one kid is more than enough to clean this entire place in an afternoon. Does that sound fair? It’s child abuse, I say. Somebody should call child services.” She huffed again. “I’ll be over here shining the floors. If you do a good job, I’ll give you a treat when we’re finished. They’re really good too so it’s worth it.” With that, she turned on her heel without a second look and started running a cloth in Japanese fashion across the surrounding shrine floorboards.

Gojo processed this entire sequence of events with amusement, this girl had no idea who or what she was dealing with but clearly didn’t care one bit. He figured he was bored anyway, and started sweeping as he watched her run up and down the surrounding floorboards.

They pretty much finished at the same time, with the girl praising him for his sweeping skills. Despite it being a mundane task, he found himself appreciating the compliment. A lot. Any sort of praise he ever received was only for his effortless strength and innate talent in cursed energy.

“Okay kid, you want your treat now?” She asked, with a small smile. Gojo merely nodded as he found himself staring at her. No one had ever smiled at him like that before. Ever. Any smile directed at him was always laced with fear, or guised with some ulterior motive.

“Kitchen’s this way, follow me. My mom and I made these moon cakes with sweet bean paste. They’re really good, I've already eaten three” she said with a laugh. Gojo took a seat at the small table as the girl prepared tea and cakes. She set down 2 steaming cups of matcha tea and a plate of 2 cakes. She proceeded to cut them into smaller pieces when Gojo took a sip of the tea and promptly spat it out.

“Oh, is it too hot? Sorry, I didn’t know you were such a wimp!” She teased.

He made a face at her without realizing it, causing her to laugh. He decided he liked the sound of her laugh. A lot.

“I’m not a wimp!” he countered, defensively. “I’m strong, nothing can hurt me. It's just so...yucky. Bitter.”

The girl scoffed but smiled again. “I think there's some sugar, hold on.”

As she rummaged through the cabinets Gojo proceeded to stuff his face with the cakes- not bad, could be sweeter in his opinion, but not bad at all. The girl returned, handing him a small bowl of sugar, which Gojo promptly dumped the entire contents into his tea. The girl gaped at him, the naked shock of her face to anyone else would have been hilarious but Gojo immediately apologized.

“Sorry, did you want any? I think there’s a few grains left…” as he peered into the bottom of the bowl.

“No...no it's fine, I don't drink tea with sugar. I actually don’t like overly sweet things, they make my teeth ache. Which, by the way kid, if that’s the way you eat how on earth do you still have any teeth???” She was genuinely astonished.

“I dunno. I’m strong, sugar can’t hurt me. Nothing can.” He said proudly, unconsciously puffing out his small chest. Sugar was the only sweetness, the only comfort he encountered in his life... that is, until he met her.

She laughed her lovely laugh again at his words. “Right, of course. Such a strong little kouhai, aren't you?” She teased as she popped a piece of cake into her mouth.

Gojo made a face again, he had aimed to impress her but only earned her jest, but he found he liked that better.

“What's your name?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s Utahime, but you can just call me Senpai, kid. I’m only here once at the beginning of the month, for what they say is training and “tradition,” gesturing her fingers in air quotes, “but let’s call it for what it really is- child slave labor.” She stuck her tongue out at no one in particular.

Utahime. It was a pretty name. The prettiest as far as he was concerned.

“I’m G- Satoru.” He opted to leave his family name out, he very much liked this dynamic and didn’t want to change a thing.

“Satoru, eh? That’s a nice name, kouhai. A good, strong name for a good, strong kouhai.” She said teasingly.

He grinned at that. “I like your name too.”

There was a call from the courtyard, interrupting their chat, one of the shrine maidens needed help with setting up a shrine ceremony.

“Ok kouhai, I’ve got to get back to it, duty calls- you should probably go find your parents, yeah?” as she gathered the dishes.

“Oh, you can have these…” reaching into her pocket and handing him a few pieces of candy. “...they’re too sweet for me but I'd think you’d like them. Thanks again for your help.”

“Can I...can I come back and see you?” He asked softly, but it came dangerously close to a plea.

She placed the dishes in the sink; she’d get to them later. “Sure kid, it’s a free country. As long as you're useful and not annoying.” She stuck her tongue out at him this time, before laughing and walking away.

And that’s how Gojo Satoru, the world’s strongest sorcerer, bearer of the legendary Six Eyes and Limitless cursed techniques, hailing from a filthy rich clan and having dozens of servants at his disposal found himself becoming of all things, an expert sweeper of shrine courtyards.

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actually this is just a snippet from my ongoing gojohime fic, I’ve never participated in an event like this before and couldn’t help myself with the topic and all 🥰🫣

#gojohime #gojo satoru #iori utahime #gouta week #gouta week 2023 #gojo x utahime #gouta #jujutsu kaisen #utahime iori #satoru gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #jjk utahime #gojohime fanfic #gojo fluff

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xbellaxcarolinax · 2 years

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Ravenous (Part 3)

Pairing: Steven Grant x Avatar!Reader, slight Marc Spector x Avatar!Reader

Word Count: 4420

Warnings: Violence, language, canon divergence, angst, fluff

Summary: He mostly resided in Marc’s mind, hiding in reflections or fading into obscurity during missions. He was a risk, a liability to both you and Marc, and he had no desire to get in the way and cause more harm.

Hey! I'm new to the Moon Knight fandom :) Hope you all like this thing I wrote.

This is the final part! Thank you to those who came along for the ride, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart :)

And (again) special thank you to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for making the gorgeous moodboard and beta reading this monstrosity. ILY <3 Check out her work, you won't be disappointed!

Part 1, Part 2

When Steven saw you again, it was through the eyes of Marc.

It always felt strange being on the other side. He hadn't gotten used to it as Marc had after so many years. It was like being wrapped in tin foil, tightly pressed, and compacted until he was nothing more than a tiny ball of mass.

It felt awful. Suffocating.

Steven noted his surroundings. He wasn’t sure where you both were.

It was hot, blazing even, the sun unforgiving as it beat down over them. Steven was unfamiliar with the landscape. It looked like something out of a National Geographic magazine or one of those nature documentaries he’d sometimes watch. They were obviously quite far from London.

It was a dry climate, the ground below cracked and powdery, bits of dust flying about with the arid breeze.

You were both kneeling behind a massive dead bush at a cliff edge, peering down at something Steven couldn’t make out.

You weren’t in your suit, he noticed, and neither was Marc, which made him think you weren’t on a mission.

That was odd.

Were you both having…a moment? And in a foreign country? Steven didn't know the extent of your interactions with Marc other than Khonshu and Sekhmet's missions. He was blacked out for most of them, lost in darkness while you both did whatever it was you had to do.

It unsettled him, just as it did the night you weren't healing. And why should it? He had his Tarzan moment with you, hands briefly touching—and what? Was something supposed to come from that? Steven didn't think so.

Marc was better suited for you, he always thought so. He understood the moral ramifications of being an avatar. He understood the pain and guilt of it. He understood the exhaustion.

"Steven," Marc suddenly spoke, his American accent cutting hard through the silence, "I can feel you brooding, man, calm down. You're making my stomach hurt."

Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to do that. Where are we, anyway?

"Kenya."

In bloody Africa?

"Your geography skills are outstanding, buddy."

Wanker. What are we doing here?

"We're on a mission for lion lady."

Oh, so it was a mission, then. Steven thought you did those alone. After all, you made most of your moves during the early morning hours while Marc and Steven moved exclusively at night.

What about your suits?

“Not yet,” Marc grumbled, “now keep quiet.”

Oi, don't do that. What’s the sodding mission?

Steven could hear Marc sigh in annoyance and if there were any reflections nearby he could use, he knew he would’ve seen Marc rolling his eyes by now. It was a trait they, unfortunately, both shared.

“Would ya stop askin’ so many questions?”

“A pair of imbeciles.” You muttered to yourself, your hawk eyes trained on whoever it was you had to kill.

“You mean a trio? You’re giving yourself way too much credit there, sweetheart.” Marc countered back, smirking when you stuck your tongue out at him.

Was that you being charming? Marc, you absolute prick.

“Can’t be helped, it’s in the genes.”

“What, being an asshole?” You jokingly asked before adding, “You do ask a ton of questions, though, Steven.”

Is she taking the piss? Unbelievable.

You were amused, Steven could tell even through the slight haziness of his vision. He’d learned to read you better, and although he wasn’t fluent in your language, he viewed it as progress.

He could make out your profile, the tip of your nose, the upward curve of your lips.

You were squinting, eyes fighting against the brightness of the sun. You had a pair of binoculars that hung around your neck through which you looked periodically.

The sight of you made Steven want to take over, wanting to push Marc into the darkness of their dusty mind if it meant he could spend a couple of quiet moments with you.

He was like a lovesick schoolboy. As if you’d ever have him in that way.

You were tough, a fighter, and one hell of a woman, and he was just...Steven. He liked books and Egypt. And he liked you. A lot.

It felt strange admitting that to himself but there it was.

“Poachers, Steven,” you finally answered, as if you heard him ask the question in your own mind, “we’re hunting lion poachers.”

Seriously?

“Their pelts are being sold in the black market.” Marc continued.

“And naturally, Sekhmet isn’t too happy about it," you added, peeking through the binoculars, "They're moving camp, that's our queue."

Why are we even here?

"Khonshu's orders. The stupid bird can't say no to the love of his life."

You snorted at Marc's statement, tossing the binoculars aside and letting your suit engulf you in a blur of red. "It's time," you looked over at Marc with glowing eyes, "you ready or what?”

“Yeah,” Marc grunted in response, letting the white wrappings of his suit slither over his limbs like snakes, “but you’re helping us with that damn scarab later.”

“Not like I have much of a choice, Spector,” you pointed out, “I’m gonna get a head start. Oh, and Steven?” you regarded Marc carefully, hoping Steven was listening, “don’t fight Marc on this, you fucking hear me? Let him deal with it or Sekhmet won’t be happy.” There was an edge in your tone, a sharpness that didn't go unnoticed. With that, you hopped off the cliff edge, a fall that would’ve easily killed anyone else but was nothing short of elegant when you landed on your feet.

What does she mean by that? Steven panicked, watching you slowly descend on the hunting party, just as a lion would, with a lack of fear and an unnatural grace in every one of your movements.

Marc sighed.

“The reason Sekhmet didn’t heal her the night we fought Ammit and her disciples was that she got hurt trying to save us, Steven, trying to save you.”

Steven remained silent, processing the information.

He remembered.

He remembered his anxiety, his overwhelming fear that struck him like lightning during the fight. And he remembered your face, the panic as rare as gemstones that was etched over your features.

So it was his fault, really.

You were growing “soft” because of him. You were punished by an immortal being because of him.

“I know you care for her,” Marc cut into his thoughts, hopping off the ledge of the cliff once he saw you attack, never breaking a sweat or losing his breath, “Christ, she’s pricklier than a fucking cactus, but I care about her, too. And that’s why I’m better suited for these missions. You got a lot to learn. Khonshu is a bastard, but lion lady is worse. Remember that.”

Screams erupted from the campsite, and Marc joined you in the massacre.

»»————-　☾　————-««

Steven rarely took the body after that.

He mostly resided in Marc’s mind, hiding in reflections or fading into obscurity during missions. He was a risk, a liability to both you and Marc, and he had no desire to get in the way and cause more harm.

He felt useless, utterly inadequate.

He lost his job at the museum, no thanks to Harrow and his disciples. Marc handled the situation but Steven had to deal with the consequences, sitting in an office full of his superiors insinuating he was going fucking bonkers.

It was humiliating, to say the least.

The little business card his boss had given him to seek help was in the trash bin later that day, ripped up by Marc almost immediately after taking control for another mission. “Nothing’s wrong with us,” Marc had snapped, “don’t let these people fill your head with bullshit.”

As if their mind could handle any more bullshit.

With no job, Steven kept to himself, only taking full control in his flat where he felt most comfortable, surrounded by his favorite books and a good cup of coffee in his hands.

But his absence didn’t go unnoticed.

“So, Steven’s ignoring me, huh?” You asked one night after a mission, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching Marc devour his takeout. Thankfully, you both made it back in time before the last Chinese restaurant in your neighborhood closed for the night. “What’s wrong with him? I haven’t seen him in weeks.”

You’d drop by Steven’s flat occasionally, either after a mission or just because you were bored, mostly lonely, but he never made much of an appearance. You saw him less and less and fought alongside Marc a lot more, anger and viciousness clouding your every waking moment.

“I wouldn’t call it ignorin’,” Marc answered with a mouth full of steaming rice, “you know how…sensitive he is.”

I am not bloody sensitive!

Marc ignored him, devouring the rest of his veggie stir fry eagerly.

You looked irritated, arms crossed over your chest, eyes as sharp as knives, and lips set in a tight line. It had been a while since Steven had seen that look on your face, such a while in fact that you seemed like an entirely different person already. He watched you grow snappish and irritable again.

Sekhmet must have reveled in it, purring like a house cat in your mind after every kill, feeding off you like a parasite.

"Sensitive about what? Not fighting? Because—"

"It's not that. Not exactly."

Marc, you better not.

"Then what is it?" You insisted, your gaze steady on Marc, hoping to catch just one glimpse of Steven in those dark eyes.

"Jesus, am I not enough for you, sweetheart?" Marc joked, something he'd been doing more of lately, and usually, you gave in to the flirty banter and the bickering, but this time you weren't amused.

You liked Marc, and that was saying a lot. You were similar in more ways than you could count and it was nice to be in the company of someone who understood you. It was like looking into a mirror sometimes, the reflection familiar and comfortable.

But you liked Steven, too, and that was saying even more. His absence was loud, and you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it to them, but you had missed him way more than you probably should have.

"I will snap you in half." You threatened Marc, grabbing the closest object on the counter, a wooden chopstick, thankfully, and sent it flying across the kitchen toward Marc. He caught it with ease, using the one stick to stab into a piece of broccoli before shoving it in his mouth.

"You gotta understand, Steven isn't like us. He actually has…feelings, ya know?" Your brows furrowed at the comment.

Way to go, Marc, that was brilliant. Exactly what she wants to hear, you twat.

"Probably why she likes you a lot more, huh?" Marc muttered quietly, taking a swig of his canned beer before continuing in a louder tone, "Steven just doesn't want to see you hurt because of him." You snorted.

"I'll be fine—"

"No, you don't fucking get it," Marc's tone changed suddenly, the timbre of his voice shifting into something much lower, "he doesn't want to be the reason lion lady punishes you any further. He blames himself. You may not think much of it, or even care, but Steven does. We both do."

Can you just kill me? Is that possible, Marc? Ask Khonshu.

“Shut up, Steven,” Marc growled, and Steven hyper-focused on your eyes as they narrowed, probably even more irked knowing he was conscious and listening.

“Doesn’t mean he has to hide all the time.” You snapped, annoyed with your own reaction. You were revealing way too much of yourself.

“You can take that up with him, sweetheart.”

“How?” You barked, your shoulders sagging down in defeat. You were quiet after that, the plastic Tupperware in your hands sweating from the heat of your forgotten food.

I’ve gone and made things worse, haven't I?

“He’s not doing it to hurt you, you know.” Marc ran a hand through his dark curls. He wanted a way to pacify you both, but his need to protect Steven was strong.

“I’m not hurt.” You argued.

“Mhm.” Marc wasn’t convinced.

“It’s fine,” you said with a shrug, tossing your uneaten food into your empty fridge, rubbing your tired eyes, “I'm going to bed. you can stay if you want, or not, doesn't really matter."

Before heading to your bedroom you looked over your shoulder, a look in your eyes they've never seen before.

“I have feelings too, you know,” you said, directing it to both Marc and Steven, “may not seem that way because I’m always, ya know,” you aimlessly waved a hand around to help with your point, “angry.” You shrugged, your vulnerability cracking through.

"Tell Steven not to beat himself up. I can handle Sekhmet. I would risk her wrath anytime if it meant keeping him safe. Both of you,” You paused for just a second to collect your thoughts, “he’s not alone. He should know that by now.” Your face hardened again as if you didn't say a heartfelt thing at all. And then you retreated into your room, the door immediately closing.

“Since when did I become the messenger and the fucking therapist?” Marc rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter.

I dunno but you’re quite shit at it, mate.

“I know. But I think that was the nicest thing I’ve ever heard her say.”

Should I go talk to her? I feel like a twit. Steven answered with a sigh.

"Give her some time." Marc tossed out his Tupperware, padding over to your old sofa and taking a seat with a deep sigh.

Shouldn’t we go?

"Wanna make sure she's okay.”

What happened to ‘she’s a grown woman, she can handle herself’?

“Shut up, Steven,” Marc muttered, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

☾☾☾

In the morning, it was Steven who woke up.

He was still in the same position Marc had fallen asleep in except there was a blanket draped over him.

He looked around your empty flat with heavy eyes, stretching his legs and flexing his toes.

Running his hands through his hair he felt something stuck to his forehead. It was a yellow sticky note with red ink scrawled over it in what he assumed was your chicken scratch handwriting. Leave it to you to have nothing in your flat but vodka, sticky notes, and a red pen.

Out on a mission.

Fishermen off the coast of Scotland.

There are keys on the coffee table if you want them.

Shifting his eyes toward the coffee table there were two keys held by a metal keyring neatly placed over the false wood. Steven reached forward and grabbed them, feeling the weight of them in his palm before jamming them into the pocket of Marc’s sweats.

He looked over at the window. It was still early in the morning.

He might as well stay around until you come back if only to talk.

☾☾☾

Steven was in your small kitchen, shuffling around making lunch when he heard a loud bang from your bedroom before you emerged, your red suit still on.

He was startled at first only remembering a second later that you had a ceiling window and that you probably slithered in that way.

You stared at him, confusion clouding your features.

“Hey, Grouch.” He greeted you, his hands immediately moving forward over his front to twiddle his fingers together in his anxiousness. His accent wasn’t so obvious in his greeting but the separating factor between him and Marc were the nicknames they had for you.

“Steven Grant? Could it really be you?” The sarcasm radiated off you as you slowly shuffled forward, exhaustion clear in the way you carried yourself, “What are you doing here?” Your suit disappeared, revealing your usual cargo pants, t-shirt, and Steven’s denim jacket.

“Oh, you know, just makin’ some lunch,” he shrugged as if it were a usual occurrence, cooking in your kitchen, "you hungry?"

He had prepared veggie burgers with sweet potato chips in the one pan you owned, presenting them on paper plates he had to grab from the store since you didn't even have that in your kitchen cupboard. Steven offered you the plate when you finally approached him, holding the burger between the two of you like a peace offering.

You look between Steven and the plate as if there were danger lurking behind his intentions. You were still in adrenaline mode from your mission, your chest heaving a bit from the climb into the ceiling window.

He watched as you grasped the plate tightly in your hand, tight enough to disintegrate the paper if you really wanted to.

You scanned the burger and chips, your stomach growling at the smell.

"I'm mad at you." You finally muttered, picking at a chip and shoving it into your mouth.

“Uh, I know,” Steven said, twiddling his fingers again, willing his heart to stop hammering in his chest, “I just wanted to make lunch and talk about it, I s’pose.” He beamed as soon as you bit into the veggie burger, pleased with himself when you closed your eyes for a moment in approval of the taste.

“So talk.” You urged with your mouth full, leaning against your counter as you always did when eating.

“Uh, well…” shit. He didn’t plan this far ahead.

A huff escaped you as you set your paper plate down on the counter beside Steven’s.

He could swear an amused glint flashed in your eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” You asked, picking up a chip and using it to point at him before pressing it past your lips.

Steven watched your movements for a moment before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I dunno, guess I’ve been feelin’ like a burden lately. A proper twit. I lost my job, ya know.” He couldn’t meet your gaze, keeping his sight on his barely touched food.

“Fuck 'em, they didn’t deserve you. Too smart for them anyway.” You popped another chip in your mouth, savoring the subtle sweetness before noting Steven’s sad eyes. “You’re worried.” You concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell me what lion lady was doing to you was because of me?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you, Steven,” you sighed, “‘sides, there are too many factors involved. And I’m just…tired. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Of course, I’m going to bloody worry!” He didn’t realize how close you both have gotten to each other, eyes now locked completely, “I care about you, Grouch!” There was silence after his declaration, something as simple as those words rang loud and heavy between them. “Worry is all I do if you haven’t noticed.” He added quietly.

You blinked up at him, a smirk stretching across your lips as you watched him squirm under your intense gaze.

“You care about me?” You snorted with a shake of your head, “I’m a nightmare to deal with, you know this.”

“Oh no, love,” Steven defended, grasping your hand in his, “you’re not so bad once your shell cracks a bit.” You looked down at both his hands clasped over your own, feeling the warmth that radiated off him. You were cold, Steven realized, but he let go of your hand, suddenly extremely self-conscious.

“Well, if it’s any consolation,” you said, just as quietly, “I care about you, too. More than you know.”

The admission had Steven shuffle back as if he received a punch to the gut. His lips parted in an attempt to say something, anything, but words failed him.

“I guess it’s true, I’m getting soft, huh?” You joked as your eyes fluttered down to his lips, watching how his tongue darted out to moisten them before you surged forward to kiss him.

It was short and sweet, so unlike you in the face of a fight. Just a light tap that promised so much more. You licked his lower lip, tugging on it gently with your teeth before pulling away.

You didn’t get far as Steven curled his hand over the back of your neck, pulling you close again to steal another kiss from you.

It was a clash of teeth in the beginning before he found his rhythm, his lips learning to move in sync with your own. The tip of his tongue poked out every so often to clumsily offer you little kitten licks.

You hummed, bringing your body flush against his, sighing once you felt his warm hand grip your waist, hesitantly at first, his thumb drawing tiny circles over the skin under your t-shirt.

Steven was on fucking cloud nine.

You tasted a bit sweet from the chips and a bit savory from the veggie burger, but the tiniest taste of iron lingered and settled on his tongue. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of you ravenous and wild just before this.

He felt your fingers dance over his arms, gripping his bicep so tight that a whimper escaped him, and you took the opportunity to plunge your tongue into his mouth to explore, your hands moving to run your fingers through his messy curls. You tugged the dark strands, gently at first and then a bit rougher, exposing his neck to you. You dragged your nose over his exposed skin, breathing in his scent before licking a stripe up the delicate skin.

“You’re killing me, love,” Steven whined as you smiled against his skin, his eyes closing as he savored your touch. He pulled away from you for only a moment to drag his lips over your brow in a fleeting kiss, pulling you back in for a tight hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want you to get hurt ‘cause of me.” He mumbled into your skin, his nose catching the scent of the Scottish sea in your hair. You shifted in his arms so that you could look him in the eyes.

“I need you to trust me when I say I can handle Sehkmet,” you run your thumb over the concerned lines that wrinkled his brow, your touch so gentle despite the damage you could truly cause, “I’ve been her avatar long enough to appease her. What you’re not gonna do,” You continued, jabbing your finger into his chest with force to make your point clear, “is run into a fight you’re not ready for, like a proper twit.”

Steven would’ve smiled at your use of one of his terms if he weren’t so embarrassed. His cheeks were blazing. How could he be with someone who he couldn’t protect? He couldn’t even protect himself.

That’s why you have me, idiot.

Steven turned to look at the glass of your cupboard, the reflection revealing Marc's stern eyes looking back at him. But there was something else swimming in his eyes, something dark and sad and just a bit lonely, but Steven couldn’t focus on it for too long, not when you were pressed against him like a cat begging for attention.

“I don’t mean to say it in a hurtful way,” you clarified, turning his cheek back so that his eyes met yours again, “Marc is better suited for the missions. For now. That’s not to say you can’t fight, I’ve seen you in action. You pack a mean punch,” Steven felt his chest puff out in pride, deflating a tad when you continued, “but I’d rather not see you hurt either, got it?” The sternness in your tone suddenly crept up and had Steven squirming again for entirely different reasons.

“Got it, boss,” Steven said, a goofy smile forming over his lips that was as blinding as the sun, though it disappeared as quickly as it came when it was swapped for one of his more serious looks. “Just one thing.”

“Mm?”

“You can talk to me, ya know. That whole bottling-up emotions thing you and Marc do? That’s not healthy. You can talk to me. Please.” His eyes were so sincere, so full of love that you could’ve melted right then and there. Since when did Steven have that kind of power over you?

You pursed your lips in thought and Steven had to suppress the urge to rush forward to capture your lips again, choosing instead to patiently await your answer.

“Got it, boss,” you ultimately decided, repeating his own words, “I’ll try my best.”

“Promise?”

“Mhm.”

“Brilliant.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you shoved your hand in your pocket, presenting Steven with a crinkled piece of paper, “I got you a postcard.”

Steven took it delicately in his hands, smoothing out the postcard gently over the counter. It was an illustrated image of the Loch Ness monster, with the words ‘Greetings from Scotland’ written in white cursive over the top. He laughed, holding the postcard gingerly in his hands before turning to you with bright round eyes.

“It’s going right up with the rest of ‘em. Gus’ll be happy. Thank you, it's brilliant.”

You did what you always did and shrugged off his appreciation, taking another bite of your now-cold veggie burger. “It’s nothing,” you insisted, watching how Steven shuffled from foot to foot, his eyes still trained on his new postcard. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re gonna get out of this, yeah? Somehow. All three of us. We’re getting out of this.”

“Steven, what are you talking about?”

“This whole avatar mess,” he elaborated, “we’ll find a way out. There has to be another way.”

“You know that’s not possible. Sekhmet and Khonshu are too hungry for chaos and revenge. They need us.”

“But it’s good to hope, innit?” He said, his eyes catching yours now, laced with a child-like yearning.

“Yeah, it's good to hope,” you put your paper plate down, “especially when you’re not alone.” You grabbed the front of his hoodie, Marc’s hoodie, in a tight fist, pulling him in for another bruising kiss. “We have each other, right?”

Steven only hummed into the kiss, his lips hungry, searching for the different parts of you he wanted to explore. His hands grasped the collar of his denim jacket tightly dragging you closer, all his fear and anxiousness disappearing for this one moment.

“I should probably give your jacket back now, huh?” You muttered over his lips, laughing when impatient noises bubbled out of him.

“It’s already yours, love, now shut up and kiss me.”

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Part 1, Part 2

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ofgildedhearts · 3 months

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♙ ⸻ · 。… [ regé-jean page + thirty + cis man + he/him ] the city of new york welcomes benedict whitmore to the social season of 1887. known to be diligent and driven, their rumored cutthroat and materialistic tendencies might prove to be their unmaking. the street musicians often string along a tune that sounds like temptation by dermot kennedy whenever they are near, hoping for a coin or two as a reward. unbeknown to their peers, benedict views the social season as an opportunity to carve out the place that his family deserve but when holding a secret such as being a little too zealous in wanting to intimidate any competition , it would be best to keep their opinions to themselves.

full name: benedict michael whitmore nicknames or aliases: ben, b, will also answer to whitmore age: thirty date of birth: 18th june occupation: second son of the whitmore family parents: mr whitmore & mrs whitmore siblings: charles whitmore, cordelia whitmore, marital status: single sexuality: pansexual, demiromantic

the secret: -

there's very little benedict would not do for both his family and his business and while on the whole his methods are above board, there have been occasions he's dabbled in more underhand methods. he is not opposed to using the threat of ruin if he believes he can get away with it.

thoughts on high society: -

generally as an opportunity. there's always someone new to meet and someone to convert into an investor in the family business. on the whole he likes it enough as long as people appeal to his ego enough ( but when he views himself as godlike no one could ever be reverent enough in his presence for him to be truly satisfied ) and he like to amuse himself with the fun that can be had with new acquaintances.

personality: -

traits: materialistic, creative, intelligent, passionate, ruthless, persistent, amicable, competative, engaging, manipulative, outgoing, vain, selfish, unpredictable. generous. zodiac: gemini sun, aries moon & leo sun - creates an exciting balance of intellect, action, and passion. charming and outgoing personality which attracts others towards. not afraid to take risks and are always open to new opportunities. can think on your feet and are confident in your abilities. however, you may need to work on controlling your emotions and not being too impulsive. your intellect and wit make you excellent at communicating and the leo rising sign adds a touch of glamour and showmanship, making you a charismatic and magnetic personality -you tend to be the life of the party. however, you may struggle with committing. you have natural leadership qualities, and your confidence makes others look up to you. your charisma and creative energy make you a force to be reckoned with. however, you may need to work on not being too self-centered and learn to be humble. moral alignment: chaotic neutral temperament: choleric

headcanons: -

tl;dr - he grew up privileged and intelligent, always thinking that he was the smartest person in the room whether or not it was true. while there is some truth in him being something of a brilliant inventor, benedict needs no confirmation of his skill to believe it. so confident he is in his own skills that he often forgets that he is not the only one in the world blessed with talents. the life he enjoys is a comfortable one but he's never learnt how to stop craving more. everything won't be enough for him but he's determined to reach for it anyway just in case.

to be finished

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true friends - while his confidence can sometimes turn people away, his general good nature and love of fun pulls others closer. he is generous with his time and his money when it comes to the people he feels like truly see and understand him.

friends of convenience - he likes to surround himself with people who reflect well on him, whether or not they actually get along or just don't mind existing around each other.

rivals - his overconfidence probably puts off as many people as it wins over. these could be people who only want a playful rivarly or it could be people who genuinely dislike him and want to see him fail.

past flings - benedict rarely gets actually attached but it's relatively easy to get entangled with him temporarily. he'll see there being no bad blood but there's options for a range of feelings from the people he briefly romanced.

potential investors - he wants the family business to succeed and for that they need backing. he will happily go on the charm offensive with anyone who he thinks will be worth his time.

marriage prospects - marriage is somewhat on his mind but he has no notions for actual romance. he sees it as an opportunity to add to his status and raise his family to even more prestige so he's on the lookout for only the richest, most influential of brides.

#gildedintro #constantly betrayed by his vanity he assumes he is godlike || 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year

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all of these for ay bc i haven't given him enough love lately

How good is their sight?

Exceptionally good but better at night.

Do they have any scars?

His only visible one is the one on his left cheek but he's covered in scars under his clothes. He was nearly killed, after all.

Do they have any bad habits?

When hes using a deck of cards that isn't his he bends them. They aren't as strong as his cards and he forgets..

How tall are they?

180cm

Where do they like to hang out?

Markets, bars, local areas.

How do they respond to criticism?

Ay is a God but he's been taken care of by the mortal denizens of the Realm. He'll take criticism into account and accepts it with a sort of grace.

Do they prefer crowds or being alone?

Crowds. He's afraid to be alone, especially after losing his loved ones. He's cursed to live forever while those he gave pieces of his soul to are destined to die.

What's something that will always make them smile?

His friends and their shenanigans. The things they get up to never fails to make him smile.

Can they cook?

Uhhh barely. He can grill though!

What's their favourite food or drink?

Whisky.

Do they make multiple trips or carry it all at once?

Carry it all at once.. he'll even use his tail for smaller bags.

Have they ever had their heart broken?

Yes.

Have they ever nearly died?

Also yes. When the moon was shattered.

Do they get sick on amusement park rides?

Nah he loves them

Are they allergic to anything?

Boring people

Are they the 'mom' friend or the 'suck it up' friend?

Brother friend fr. Suck it up while he's tearfully bandaging Ha Minh's arm or putting a cold cloth on Kai's forehead or making food when Koga is sick.

Do they have any pets? If not, what would they get?

He'd love a big ass hyper dog.. But nah he has Luna.

What did they want to be when they grew up?

Well he never really considered that.

Do they like to stargaze?

Not anymore. Not with the reminder of his home gone.

Glass half full, or glass half empty?

Half full!

Have they ever killed anybody?

Yes, he has.

Do they have any regrets?

More than Ay would care to admit honestly. He tries to display himself as carefree but he is deeply troubled.

What do they fear the most?

Losing Io fully, he already lost her once. Not again..

Are they the type to gamble?

(Looks at his kit)

(Looks at you)

So anyways..

Do they have any unique skills?

He can manipulate water on a small scale using the moon's power!

How do they respond to spicy foods?

He loooves spicy food but he gets sniffly every time

Is their living space tidy or cluttered?

Cluttered...

How do they break bad news to someone?

Sits them down,, tells them gently.. he's very quiet and genuine.

Do they have a collection of anything?

Not really.. various playing card sets maybe?

Are they an only child?

Not with his older sister, Io!

Do they have a comfort item?

His necklace.. It's a part of him.

Whats the most valuable thing in their possession?

Also his necklace. It's a piece of his soul.

Do they prefer to sleep alone?

No... Ay is very lonely..

Do they use one blanket and one pillow, or do they sleep on nest of fabric?

He prefers a nest of fabric but sometimes all he has is his sleeping bag.

Would they take the chance to be immortal?

He already is. And he hates it for what he's lost.

Are they a competitive person, even for fun?

Yesssssss... but not a sore loser!

Are they a good liar?

Relatively, yeah.

Do they like to be indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors!

Can they swim?

Yep!

Do they know that they are loved?

He thought he did.

#☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #From The Fate ; Rowan #⋆｡°✩ Ay

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starofgold · 2 years

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Singing the Song of the Hero in the Oasis of Scorching Sand - Part 4

White: I see. So we can touch on the memory of the flowers, so to speak. I’ll try one then. Hmm, which one… Look, a white light poured out from the petals. This light is…

Rustica: I think that’s the moonlight. Perhaps a beautiful night with the full moon showered this bud with its dazzling white light. What a subtle, elegant beauty.

Chloe: It sure gives off a refined and romantic ambiance. Hmm, what about this flower? Oh, what a mouth-watering smell. It’s like the smell of roast meat in a bun sold at the shop over there, I think. Maybe someone was eating that around this flower.

Rustica: I’ll see what this flower has then…. Oh, this is the sound of someone talking?

Flower: You think I don’t know anything? I can tell you’ve been seeing that person in secret. Come on, that’s a misunderstanding. I don’t have that kind of relationship…

Chloe: Oh, this is…

White: Seems like a lovers’ quarrel.

Rustica: It’s indeed a lovers’ quarrel.

Chloe: Uhm, I wonder what happened to them?!

Rustica: Perhaps there’s another flower around here that has the next part of this conversation.

Chloe – White: Let’s search for it.

[Change of scene]

Cain: Maybe this should be enough?

Mithra: This height is still unsatisfactory.

On the sand bank, Mithra and Cain were building something that looked like a huge castle with magic. It was likely above three meters in height.

Akira: What are you two playing?

Mithra: We are doing mountain-shattering.

Akira: Eh? Mountain shattering?

Mithra: What are you acting all surprised for? It was you who told us about this game.

Cain: It’s the game where you make a mountain out of sand then break it, you know?

Akira: N- now that I think about it, I did tell you about such a game yesterday.

Akira: (But they are totally unaware that they overdo it in all respects from the size to how the game is played. That’s very wizard of them)

Cain: There is lots of sand here, so Mithra thought it would be a good spot to play the game. Then since we’re already at it, it becomes a matter of making a big mountain.

Mithra: It isn’t worth our time to break only a small mountain, don’t you think so? With all of the effort we spend, there is no pride in breaking the mountain if it isn’t big and sturdy.

Akira: I suppose so. Anyway, what are these two doll-like things made of sand standing on the side of the mountain?

Cain: They’re the monsters that live there.

Mithra: These two always argue about which one of them is stronger.

Cain: Do you see this big river that flow through the mountain? That marks the territories of the two monsters.

Akira: (They unexpectedly spend a lot of effort on the background story for this)

Akira: This is a bit different from the mountain breaking game that I know, but it’s fun to do things your own way, I think. And both of you are very skilled.

Cain: Haha, thank you. It gets really fun once we started. If Heath were here, he’d craft the mountain even better. The terrain and other things would look very realistic with his skill.

Mithra: It is a bit plain this way though, isn’t it? Should I place a skull on the top of the mountain?

Cain: Oh, that’s a great idea! I want to make a sword and place it on the top too.

Akira: (Somehow the mountain has become their art project. I wonder if they’ll have the heart to break it…)

Under the blazing sunlight, no matter if it was in the desert or by the lake, they wizards all had their own ways to have fun and enjoy their vacation to the fullest of their heart. It was a pleasant time, when we could relax and amuse ourselves however we liked.

After a while, we took a break from playing with sand. Sitting on a bench in the town, we enjoyed a drink served in a fruit that Cain recommended to us. White went with us to ensure that Mithra wouldn’t cause trouble.

Akira: Delicious! It has a pleasant pineapple-like taste. So refreshing!

Cain: I thought everyone would like this drink. After an exhausting trip in the desert, this drink helps our throat and body come back to life.

Mithra: It’s not bad. A bit chewy though.

White: Mithra dear, did you eat the utensil too?

Cain: The shell of that fruit is very tough. Like, painful death if thrown at your head kind of tough.

Mithra: Is that so? It’s crunchy so quite fun for eating, I find.

From our bench, I saw the terrace of a café busy with customers. As I inhaled my drink with the straw, I saw a familiar face at a seat on the terrace.

Akira: (Oh, it’s Owen)

In front of him was a sumptuous assortment of parfaits and sweet treats lining up in a row. With a spoon, he was eating all of them alone in silence.

At that point. Chloe and Rustica arrived.

Chloe: Owen! So you’re here.

Rustica: When we heard that this is a famous café, we wondered if you would come here.

Owen: Tsk… The noisy ones have come.

Chloe: Whoa, so many kinds of confections! Oh, you have the huge parfaits here too! Amazing, it’s even bigger than what people say!

Rustica: Maybe we should get something too. Do they have a serving of tea so big one has to hold it with both hands too?

Owen: Don’t just sit as you please. What are you planning?

Rustica: I am planning to be Rustica. I believe Chloe doesn’t plan to be any other person but himself either.

Chloe: Eh? Ah yes. I’m just planning to be Chloe.

Rustica: What a delight. I’m Rustica. Here is Chloe. You’re Owen.

Owen: Do your ears malfunction too? I’m asking what do you come here for.

Chloe: We’d like to enjoy a cup of tea with you, Owen.

Rustica: If you aren’t in the mood for tea, having a chat is nice too.

Owen: Don’t wanna. Whether it’s tea or chatting.

Chloe: In that case, how about, uhm, shopping? There’re many interesting shops along the street over there.

Rustica: There’s a shop of musical instruments too. I just bought a lyre there. Aaah, just talking about it makes me want to play a song right way.

Rustica: ~ Lalala, in this beautiful oasis town ~

Murr: Lalala ~

Chloe: Hey, Murr!

Rustica: Hello. There’s Shino too.

Shino: I was wondering who is making a commotion here. So it’s you guys. And Owen is with you too.

Chloe – Rustica: Yeah.

Owen: You’re mistaken.

Shino: Anyway, that’s a lot of sweets over there. It’s like they all fell down from the table.

Owen: Hey, don’t get too close. You’ve sand all over you. What if that sticks to the cream.

Chloe: Shino, Murr, you have been sandboarding, right?

Murr: Indeed! We had a competition, you know. The one who catches more of the fish swimming in the sand wins.

Rustica: So who won?

Shino: It was a draw. Murr had the lead but by the end I caught three of them at the same time so I caught up with him.

Murr: I thought my lead was safe enough. But that was really fun! We caught a lot of fish so the people who watched our contest gave us some fruit.

Shino: I’ll give you a special treat and let you see the fish. They’re very fresh.

Chloe: Wow, they’re still moving.

Murr: Do you guys want to go catch them too? We can have a big competition! I saw a fish that were ten times bigger than usual. Perhaps that is the boss of the other fish in the area! I want to capture it!

Rustica: That sounds wonderful. It would be great to chase that big fish together.

Shino: Hey, Owen. It can be tricky to catch desert fish. Shall I show you how?

Chloe: Let’s go, let’s go! Owen, when you’re done with all that…

Owen: You lot have been nothing but annoying.

#summer 2022 #event story

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darlingbcy · 4 months

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Name: John Darling Age: 24 Height: 5′11 Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Office management/Grad student Zodiac: Aquarius sun, Gemini moon, Virgo rising Faceclaim: Nicholas Galitzine

Description

As the middle child of the original three Darling kids, and the eldest brother at the time, John was the more serious and responsible brother growing up. Though, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy fun and adventuring, too. It’s always others around him that have to bring out his fun side, which was easy to do when the siblings first met Peter Pan and the lost boys. When the lost boys eventually got adopted into the family, John was more of a middle child than ever before, no longer the oldest boy and caught between a giant family with so much going on. He wouldn’t trade this for the world, of course. He loves all his siblings and couldn’t imagine what the Darlings lives would be like if the boys hadn’t been adopted into it. Even getting caught in the middle of everyone, John still stands out as a leader at times, taking responsibility by using his wits and organization skills. He’s hardly even close to being an extrovert, especially when compared to Peter, but Peter has trusted him on multiple occasions to help him lead adventures with everyone. His leadership and organization skills also help him in his academics and career — upon graduating high school, John went to college for a degree in business management, but he hasn’t stopped there. He’s now a grad student for business administration, still living at home with Wendy, Michael and their parents as he's furthering his education.

Headcanons

It’s not uncommon for people to think that John is the boring one of the family — sometimes he wonders if that’s why he gets forgotten at times when it comes to Peter and his adventures, but he tries his best to not let that bother him. There was an obvious division when the lost boys moved in with Peter, leaving John and Michael behind, but he was okay with staying with Wendy and Michael, especially as he’s finishing school anyway.

He currently manages at the same office that Nibs and Duke are temping at, which has resulted in some amusing moments in the workplace, but John doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he enjoys helping them sometimes and training them on certain things when they may need it

His serious side can get in the way of his romantic life, in a sense that he’s so oblivious if someone is into him. He also has no idea what he’s doing if he has feelings for someone, either. Poor guy is an awkward flirt and can become flustered/shy and overthink everything.

He’s always talked very sophisticated, even at a young age, which has always been well-fitting with his British accent. He’s often been compared to his father in these aspects.

INTP

#🎩 I’ll think I’m in a pirates cave // about

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duncanelson · 2 years

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DUNCAN NELSON || 24 || UNEMPLOYED || AMITY PARK

Favorite song: AC/DC - Highway To Hell Sexuality - Heterosexual Pronouns - He/Him Big Three - Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising

Character Description: Duncan is a walking nightmare for the lawful good. He doesn’t give a shit, and is willing to do whatever it takes to bend the rules in his favor. Though he rarely takes anything seriously, there’s a drive in him to change his life for the better — whatever that might mean. Despite the rough exterior, he was a crafty man who lived the world through a harsher lens. He needed to build walls around himself to protect the abandoned child within. For some people, Duncan is a lost case, and he knows it. Still, with every breath his body provided, Duncan was willing to go on the rouge and live a life that suited him best.

Headcannons: 1. If he wasn’t out creating trouble, Duncan could be seen flirting with whoever and whenever. The boy is a massive flirt and enjoys the challenge of getting the girl. He does it for the game, and he is known to win a couple of times. Since Duncan is tall, brooding, and oddly good-looking, taking in girls for the night is a common escapade. He’s the perfect guy for the night of a wild ride who never waits for the sun to shine.

2. Duncan loves horror, gore, and he definitely has a borderline offensive sense of humor. He doesn’t give a shit about what people say about him, and he doesn’t mind offending people, especially when he thinks they deserve it. As much as possible, he doesn’t seem to joke below the belt when it’s unaccounted for, but sometimes he gets bored and does it anyway. Likewise, he doesn’t care.

3. Despite sleeping around, Total Drama did have an effect on him, especially when he met Courtney and Gwen. Courtney was the opposite of everything he liked about a person. Uptight, annoying, and a know-it-all goodie. However, for some reason, she grew on him. Gwen, on the other hand, was someone Duncan knew pulled strings inside him that he didn’t quite understand how. She had an effect on him, though he wouldn’t admit it. He was devastated when Gwen dumped him cause he knew she was the perfect girl for him.

4. As much as he hated having his life broadcast for the world to see, Duncan had to admit that the Total Drama gave him a sense of direction. There was always something to do, no matter how shitty the challenges were. It was better than juvie where he had to keep one of his eyes open all the time with a pen in hand to protect himself. The Total Drama show allowed him to know himself not just a juvie, but as Duncan the survivor.

5. It’s not something he tells people, but Duncan came from a family of police. He was surrounded by do-gooders and law-lovers, which disgusted him to the core. Behind the proudly displayed blue costume is a façade of corruption and injustice that he was exposed to at a young age. This made him the man he was now. If the police were unapologetically selfish and corrupt, to whom would the innocent people go? Duncan had no answers. For him, everyone is accountable for themselves and the law is a scam that only benefits those who control it.

6. Duncan can be empathetic at times. Though he is a well-known bully and a great prankster, he rarely targets someone unless they need to learn their lesson. Harold was a disgusting fellow and he deserved all the shit he put him through. Duncan doesn’t regret it one bit. He does stupid things for the sake of amusement, and perhaps even to get laughs from seeing someone else's misery.

7. Since Duncan hates being normal, he tries to change his style in the most unusual way possible. He used to have odd haircuts and spikes for a necklace. Later, he settled into everything black, which, for him, was a gateway through his soul.

8. He’s actually incredibly strong. Duncan is good at any physical exercise and skilled at yielding any kind of weapon. He needed to be strong to protect himself, and those who knew him well enough knew that he needed it the most.

9. Arson is his favorite crime. Fire excites him. The spectacle of the flames made him laugh. Stealing and cheating come close to his list of atrocities.

10. Celine Dion’s face creeps him out. No explanation is needed. Also, he plays bass guitar. -

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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[ S/o is an introvert]

[Dazai,Chuuya,Fyodor,Nikolai,Sigma,Akutagawa,Atsushi,Ivan]

Dazai:

-He would tease you about your shyness but not to the extent where you would be crying about it.

-If you don't feel like talking to someone, he would make excuses for you or do all the talking.

-Loves to make you feel flustered because according to him, you always have the cutest reactions.

-He doesn't mind or sometimes enjoys PDA but only if you are also enjoying it.

-Always asks you if you are feeling OK, especially if you are in an overwhelming situation.

-You would get along with everyone in the agency,especially Yosano, she's like the VERY protective friend.

-If someone ever makes fun of you stuttering or being too quiet, he would smack a b!t<|-|.

Chuuya:

-He would like you to be more social but he knows that if you aren't comfortable, he wouldn't force you to be.

-Most of the time, he speaks for you.

-Depending on where you are, he would enjoy PDA. If its free time in a private place or local place, he'd like it but if you are near the Port Mafia headquarters or if he is on a mission, he would ask you not to.

-Sometimes even busy places because of his fear of losing you.

-It also depends if you like PDA.

-Rubs the fact he got you in Dazai's face by saying how he has a girlfriend before Dazai could find a woman to double suicide with.

-Would float someone to the moon if he hears someone say something rude about your voice or stutter.

-Makes sure you are feeling great outside.

-Despite Chuuya hating Dazai,You and Dazai would get along.

Fyodor:

-He wouldn't mind at all, he might actually prefer you to be quiet rather than have a very chaotic personality.

-He can finally de-stress after dealing with Nikolai.

-Amused when he does something suggestive and you become a mess.

-Only okay with physical contact in private but still makes sure the outside experience is just as good as at home.

-Takes you to the coffee shop most of the time.

-Surprisingly, you get along with everyone at the DOA like Ivan,Nikolai and Sigma.

-Would glare at anyone who looks at you funny if you are too quiet or stuttering.

Nikolai:

-Like Dazai, he would tease you like he would with Sigma.

-Would also like you to be more social.

-Sometimes he teases you for easily becoming flustered.

-This man doesn't care if you are on the moon,he would definitely love PDA.

-Would try to persuade you to do PDA if uncomfortable and would pout if you said no.

-Might murder someone if they said something about your stutter or voice.

-Torments the living $h!t out of you and Sigma.

Sigma:

-Finds you very relatable.

-Both of you becomes blushing messes whenever one of you do something romantic.

-Likes PDA in local areas, private or if you are upset.

-Would be uncomfortable if you did it while he worked.

-You and Sigma run away from Nikolai together.

-Helps your social skills by giving you opportunities to work with him and others.

-Would give disgusted looks at anyone who torments you for your shyness and stuttering.

Akutagawa:

-Satisfied, to be honest.

-When he is with you, he feels more comfortable as you're not the type to annoy him.

-He is a bit harsh with you sometimes, as in, he would ask you to speak up even though you don't like to talk.

-If it is him, he is cool with it, but if it is another person, random stranger or one of the other port mafia members, he'd totally kill them. No hesitation. This is probably why Higuchi is scared of you.

-You'd probably talk to Gin a lot.

-Hates PDA, no matter how small.

-Even though he says he hates affection, he deeply wishes you give him affection anyway.

-He is also shy when it comes to romantic gestures but only gets a little flustered.

-Would talk to you about Dazai and is very grateful that you are a good listener.

Atsushi:

-Also a shy kid but he is still a lot louder than you.

-Helps you speak if you need the help.

-You are definitely buddies with Kyoka.

-Doesn't care about PDA, he will appreciate if you do it but if you don't, he also wouldn't mind.

-If someone gossips about you or gets into your face, he would argue with them or drag you away.

-This man gets flustered at the word "date", you are not convincing me that he doesn't get flustered easily. Normally, it's Dazai that pushes you two together.

Ivan:

-Lets you sit around in the coffee shop or you would work with him in the shop.

-A little jealous that you somehow got closer to Fyodor platonic wise, whilst he couldn't even talk to him in a friendly basis.

-Would also help you if you need help talking.

-Knows your drink order by heart so you don't have the stress of ordering.

-Rants to you about work, the DOA and Fyodor.

- Also grateful that you are a great listener. It really makes his day that at least someone understands that he is not a nutcase.

-Would definitely go yandere if he hears someone whisper mean things.

-He is very suggestive so you are normally the one who gets flustered. He thinks you are cute when you do that.

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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Levi x Reader (AOT) where the cadets find out Levi is married to another captain

“Dirty Secret” Levi x Reader

Warnings: None! No spoilers.

All the cadets were convinced that Levi was a dried up lonely man who was always angry and had a tall wall built in front of his heart. They knew no one would even be able to handle him so when it came up that Levi was in fact married to Captain Y/N, they were all shocked and speechless.

It came up randomly after a long day of training as well as cleaning up the main headquarters they stayed at for the time being. As the sun went down and the moon shined down, they all sat around the campfire outside enjoying the peaceful night, something they rarely did.

They all started to drink a bit to ease the stress away and Eren was actually the first to bring up the conversation of Levi being lonely.

“Do you ever see yourself not being a built up wall?” He asked him, curious to see what his answer would be.

Levi just gave him a plain stare, it was amusing to know that they thought of him as someone so empty and scary all the time but he gave that off to look like a stern and serious Captain which worked to keep his team in top shape.

He may be stone cold but years ago when he had met you when you first joined the scouts, it was in an instant that you melted the ice wall he built around himself and the only one to truly see the real him behind closed doors was you and he took that chance, he risked something he told himself not to do which was keep you close to him forever and with that, he quickly married you.

Now you never complained, Levi was a teddy bear in your eyes and even though he had promised himself to not give into emotions because he knew it’ll just vanish and get killed by the huge beasts that stood on the other side of the wall, within months he had open up to you more than he ever did before.

And with that, the warmth he felt when he was around you was something he never thought he needed.

After some time, you became your own Captain and had a small team of your own and you told everyone it was because of Levi’s skills that he taught you led you to where you are today. He would definitely disagree and talk about how good you are at your job.

You both had agreed to keep your relationship as well as your marriage private and only two people truly knew about it and that was Erwin and Hange, the two people Levi trusted the most.

Now he stood there, staring at Eren trying to think of an answer to give to the young boy to sastify his curious thoughts about his Captain’s love life.

“Having emotions in a time like this just gets you hurt or killed in the future.” He spoke coldly at him until he had heard a group of people approaching.

His eyes had landed on you as you led your team inside the base to rest for the rest of the night, watching everyone stumble into the place while you went to take your spot next to Levi.

“I think you just need to get laid.” Eren grumbled towards his grumpy Captain and noticed his cold stare back on him, making his mouth shut.

“Maybe then you’ll ease up a bit.” Eren continued, the only cadet off his team bold enough to speak a little bit of truth here and there, which got him in a lot of trouble at times.

“He does get laid.” You spoke, reaching down to grab Levi’s cup and took a sip from it and all the cadets froze and stared at you.

“Who would want to sleep with Captain Levi? The most plain grumpy person there is.” The team laughed at the thought of it and you simply shrugged.

“Me, I sleep with him.” You abruptly said and Levi stared over at you like you were crazy to reveal hints of their private life together.

Their eyes almost popped out of their eye sockets as they looked at you like you were lying to their faces and that made a laugh leave your lips, your eyes moving to look at the sizzling camp fire in front of you.

“As hard as it is to believe that someone like Levi can have a relationship with someone, it’s true, actually- he’s a married man.” You teased, nudging Levi’s side with your elbow and he scoffed under his breath.

“I don’t think these idiots needed to know that.” Levi spoke up, sending you a dirty look for revealing their secret relationship to the cadets.

“There’s no way Captain Levi is married.” One of the cadets, Connie spoke while trying to stifle a laugh as he stared at the both of you.

“Why is it such a surprise?” You questioned, leaning forward as you stared him down intently with your elbow on your knee and your chin sitting on the palm of your hand.

Connie gulped down the lump his throat when he saw the intense stare you had on him. He looked at you as another Levi, plain and cold and you would agree that his manners had rubbed off on you from time to time.

“Uh- I- it’s just surprising that someone would want to deal with Captain... forever?” He stuttered out, trying to find the right words to not piss either Captain off.

“I’m not that heartless, kid.” Levi muttered out, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I think it’s cute.. I mean, I think both Captains balance each other out.” Another cadet, Christa, spoke up and she had a small cute smile on her face.

“Why did you two keep this a secret?” Eren asked which made you glance over at Levi then back to the young boy.

“Many reasons. We didn’t want it ruining our position or affecting our job in anyway. Plus, it’s truly nobody’s business but ours.” You gave off a simple answer, getting up and leaving the cadets to wonder.

Once both Captains had left the campfire to go inside in the warm cozy bedroom, the cadets stayed outside whispering about how shocking it is that you would be willingly enough to deal with Levi to marry him. They all still believe that he could be a rock, no emotion and no feelings, he was always strict and always scared everyone off which made him very good at his job.

What they don’t know is that once the bedroom door has closed and been locked, he would be next to you in bed peppering soft kisses on your face with your body cuddled close under his arms and talking to you about his day. The smile on his face never faded when he was with you in private and that’s the side no one has ever seen from Levi.

He would definitely compliment you a lot more behind the closed door, he would be clingy and over protective of you. His hair tickling the side of your face every time he would lean down to plant more kisses than you can count.

Levi was a character in front of everyone but he was quick to turn into that soft teddy bear you love the most. He felt like having to put up that cold act everyday was easy but deep down painful to not be able to do things like hug and kiss you until the sun fell and it was time for bed.

He wouldn’t admit it to you though but revealing the dirty secret they kept for years did lift a weight off his shoulders but it didn’t mean he would put down his wall in front of his cadets. He would definitely be more of a pain to them than before but at least they knew, even just a little, that he wasn’t as heartless as he puts on.

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takamishinko · 3 years

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footprints and doubts

this is the longest piece we’ve written so far and it drained the living crap out of us :,D but hope u guys enjoy !

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: nothing really other than jealousy, angst, and crying, self thought cheating

a/n: r/n is region name btw

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honestly you found it hard to believe that little ol’ you from r/n could befriend let alone become someone important to ajax. the great tartaglia, 11th of the fatui harbingers, his name itself could strike fear into anyone. yet here you were, standing next to him with your hands intertwined with his at the lantern rite festival. you would give the world to him if you could, you loved him so much. he was so different from your last significant other who had been unfaithful towards you.

‘you’re just too boring.’ they had told you apathetically. you frown thinking about it.

you felt ajax gave your hand a small tug, "hey y/n why don't we go over there? looks like chef mao is cooking up something good." he spoke with a cheery grin on his face.

you snap back into reality as you felt his hand pull you out of your thoughts. you gave him a terse nod and the two of you made your way to wanmin restaurant.

after waiting a while in line, the two of you were next. chef mao looked up and practically shat himself at the sight of the male next to you.

“hello y/n! i hope you’ve been enjoying the festival, " chef mao spoke nervously, his eyes gliding to the male next to you, “y...you too sir childe.” he sputtered out. right, ajax was the one who tried to destroy liyue not too long ago after all. you shook your head, right now you were with ajax, not childe.

"woah woah woah. calm down chef, you know that’s history now. besides, i’m just here to enjoy the festival with y/n." ajax assured, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

you gave the chef a slight smile and spoke,"don’t worry chef. i’m sure he doesn’t have plans other than being with me tonight." you teased.

the chef sighed in poorly concealed relief and returned to his usual self as he took your order. ajax ordered the specialty for today, the crystal shrimp. after a small wait, the two of you waved chef mao goodbye after he gave you two your food. the warm dish let out puffs of steam and glistened under all the light of the lanterns due to it's crystal clear skin, there were 4 in total, the wrapping for each was folded into the shape of a flower. they were so pretty, you almost felt bad for eating them.

sitting down on a nearby bench, the two of you enjoyed the crystal shrimp while making small talk. the crystal shrimps were delicious themselves but it felt better to enjoy them with someone you loved.

after finishing the food, you and ajax had a great time. you guys played a few rounds of theatre mechanics, ruijin was pleased at how skilled the two of you were and rewarded both of you with hefty prizes. upon bumping into zhongli, the three of you decided to enjoy some tea with him. after bidding farewell to the funeral consultant, the two of you released some xiao lanterns and watched as they floated into the night sky.

feeling a bit tired, the two of you then decided to relax and take a walk instead of participating in games. as you and your boyfriend were strolling around the harbour, something, or someone caught his gaze. you look over to where his eyes were trailing to.

oh.

a beautiful young lady dressed in a white dress with a cecilia tucked into her golden blonde hair and a puffy companion floating by her side waved at ajax. her smile brighter than the sun and her movement as graceful as the moon. her honey glazed eyes shone with familiarity and glee at the sight of him.

of course you recognized this girl. she was none other than the otherworldly traveler, lumine. she fought alongside the liyue qixing and even the adepti to defeat the great osial. the people of liyue spoke about her often, everyone knew how she had also earned the title of honorary knight in mondstadt and defeated one of the four winds despite her young age.

you were once again brought back into reality when ajax spoke, "hey babe ill be right back okay? i wanna catch up with lumine real quick."

you felt his hand leave yours, the warmth dissipated with it. you felt an uncomfortable feeling bubble up as you watched your boyfriend run to someone else, leaving you alone by yourself to stand in the sea of lanterns and people.

it didn't feel right.

you stayed in place with a dejected look for a while waiting for ajax to return but he was taking a while so you decided to go check what was going on with him.

"-but then teucer decided to do it anyway!” you hear ajax’s boyish voice ring out with amusement.

as the blond and the redhead laughed together. you couldn't help but think about the two looked enchanting with each other.

you shook your head and decided to make your presence known. "ajax-"

ajax perked up, "oh! babe sorry to keep you waiting let me introduce you. lumine this is my partner y/n!" ajax exclaimed with a cute grin.

you gave lumine a small wave and spoke with a polite smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you lumine."

"it’s nice to meet you too y/n.” lumine replied cheerfully.

now that you’ve got a better look at the blonde, she's so much more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

her velvety blonde hair fell gracefully, her porcelain skin was practically glowing without a single visible blemish, her golden eyes shone with beauty that rivaled cor lapis. to wrap it up, her short stature was presented with grace and poise. all in all, everything about the blonde was nothing less than perfection.

everyone loved her and you could understand the reason behind it very well. gorgeous, kind, and righteous, the hero of every region everyone respected. you couldn’t help but wish you were like her instead of your boring self, without a vision, without any standing out achievements either…

you started to space out while the two started up a conversation again, thinking about the feelings you were currently having. why were you feeling like this?

"hey babe we should get going! it's getting late." the voice of your lover broke you out of your thinking.

you were overthinking a lot today huh. "oh. we probably should get going then."

"bye ajax! bye y/n! it was really nice meeting you." lumine said with a pearly smile gracing her features. she then walked off to find her floating companion who was near a food stall inhaling dish after dish of food.

wait.

ajax..? he wasn’t childe or tartaglia to her, but ajax. you didn't know how to feel upon hearing the real name of your boyfriend slip out of the blonde. you knew how secretive ajax could be when it came to his family and personal life so the fact that lumine knew his real name put a feeling of unease within you.

the way home was pretty quiet, you didn't want ajax to notice that you were feeling off. you felt so guilty for having these feelings about him and lumine but you couldn’t help it. your last relationship had practically trampled on your ability to trust others, you could never tell if someone was lying to you or being truthful. you contemplated telling him how you felt but you decided against it, you’ve never been great at expressing your feelings after all. however, after a while of him blabbing about random topics, you couldn’t curb your curiosity any longer and realized you wanted to know more about your lover's relationship between him and lumine.

after a while of peaceful silence, you let out a small breath, "hey ajax?"

“yes y/n?"

"who is lumine… to you?"

ajax perked up at the sound of the blonde's name, "lumine? she's a good friend and a formidable opponent of course. it's been a while since i’ve fought with someone who could keep up with me on the battlefield!" ajax spoke with enthusiasm.

you felt a twinge of pain shoot into your heart at the tone that your lover used when speaking about the blonde. did he speak like that when he was talking about you?

"oh… i see. she must be a very powerful person then." you replied with feigned glee.

ajax noticed that you were in low spirits, "why? is something wrong?" he questioned with slight worry.

"no! i'm alright. i was just curious because you two seemed… close." you lied. you weren't ok, but you didn't know how to tell him. probably because you didn't even know why you felt such-

envy

that was what you were feeling. not petty jealousy or sadness, you were envious. envious of lumine. her beauty, her strength, her personality, everything. the feeling consumed every inch of your body and dyed you green. your insecurities swallowed you up and spit you out, rendering you vulnerable against the little demons that poked at your thoughts.

when the two of you got home and freshened up, ajax practically passed out the second he lied in bed with you. on the other hand, you stayed wide awake, stuck thinking about the way lumine and ajax interacted. the smiles, the laughter, the fond looks they gave each other plagued your mind, rendering you unable to sleep. after a while of staring blankly at the ceiling, you groaned and carefully lifted the sheets to not wake your lover and got out of bed to make yourself a cup of tea. you used the tea leaves you bought from pops kai, the calming properties of the tea always helped you when you felt down.

"they're just friends, don't overthink it, just friends, just friends." you whispered to yourself, trying to give yourself a sense of reassurance. after finishing the tea you got back into bed, it was hard but you eventually fell asleep next to your lover.

next morning, you were woken by the sound of your boyfriend walking around in the living room doing something. it was only around 7am so you were wondering why up so early as he usually woke up at 8. you groggily walked out of the bedroom.

ajax noticed you and smiled fondly at the cute sight of you rubbing your eyes. "good morning babe, did i wake you up? sorry about that, i was just getting ready to go train."

"oh. by yourself?" somehow, you had a feeling of where this conversation was headed.

"no, with lumine, we made a deal yesterday to go to yaoguang shore today to fight some ruin guards and hunters for materials!" he chuckled.

lumine. lumine

the name echoed in your mind like a mantra. you were aware of his weekly spars with the blonde but today would be the second day he went out with her this week. a part of your heart told you to stop him, another part told you to let him go. in this internal battle, you chose the latter and let him go. after all, who were you to stop him? it's not like you could be the one to satisfy his thirst for battle, only someone like lumine could.

you were having a day off due to the lantern rite festival, but to be honest it's not like you needed the money. with the amount of money ajax had he could probably support you and your next 4 generations. with your spare day, you decided to clean up the house because it was a bit messy due to teucer playing around the day before.

while cleaning up you found a spare xiao lantern that teucer was supposed to release when he came over. since you had spare time you decided to set another lantern yourself, it would be a waste to not use it after all. as people say, during the lantern rites, put your wish into a lantern and set it into the sky for it to become true.

"i wish to stay with ajax, till death does us apart."

you only hoped he felt the same way about you.

you put the note in the xiao lantern and set it off into the sky, you watched with sentiment as it floated away towards the clear blue sky.

you had a hard time focusing on the task you were doing for the rest of your day so you decided to take your mind off things and go take a look around liyue harbour to see if there was anything worth checking out, or buying.

liyue harbour contained the usual, the fragrance of grilled tiger fish wafting from the stand next to where you would usually buy your groceries, the kids messing around near the boats, and you even met xiangling who tried to offer you her new recipe of jade parcels but you kindly refused.

after that you went to give the adorable little pharmacist, qiqi, a visit. she was under the cashier stand like usual, you gave her a little pat on the head and asked for the usual medicine you buy for ajax.

you then bumped into zhongli, who was also strolling around. the two of you chattered about the festival and other shenanigans before bidding each other farewell. the amount of history about liyue and its traditions the man was familiar with would never fail to surprise you.

there wasn’t really anything left for you to do in the harbour so you started to head back home. not far away from the liuli pavilion you saw a familiar redhead talking to the owner of mingxing jewelry with a shorter figure standing beside him.

upon closer inspection, you noticed it was ajax with someone else at a jewelry shop looking at the items. it was none other than lumine standing next to him. you watched as lumine picked out a piece of jewelry from the stand that would look so well on her. the gem glowed it’s colour under her smile and looked more fitting than ever. weren’t they supposed to be at yaoguang shore?

without second thought ajax bought the jewelry in lumines hand and put it in a gift bag with a look of tenderness. your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, you felt as if the world was crashing down on you. your breathing quickened and your heart palpitated at alarming rates. every little insecurity that was planted in you had finally finished blooming. was this really going to happen to you a second time? was once not enough for the entertainment of the gods?

that was when he saw you, standing only a little bit away from him holding the items you purchased for him and the fresh groceries you were going to use to cook dinner for him.

ajax’s eyes widened in surprise upon seeing you, “y/n!? why are you he-” he was tense, you noticed, just like your ex-lover when they were caught.

you tried to regulate your breathing and spoke, “stop.” you managed to say, cutting off ajax before he could finish his sentence. he flinched at your dull tone.

“y/n! i know what you’re thinking but i promise we were just-” ajax hurriedly tries to explain.

“don’t. i think i've seen enough childe.” he frowned at the use of his moniker.

your lips trembled, water collecting at the bottom of your eyes. ‘don’t cry. don’t cry, don’t cry.’ you repeated in your head, you didn’t want to appear weak in front of the two. your ajax who you loved so much, who you cared for so much, who you were planning to spend the rest of your life with, is now buying jewelry for someone else after lying to you.

“i was foolish this entire time, of course. instead of someone like me, a visionless nobody you would choose her over me. you’re just like-” your voice cracked as you forced the words out of your tightened throat.

“y/n it’s not like that! please just let me explain!” ajax pleaded urgently. he hated that you were talking bad about yourself.

after gaining a smidge of composure you decided you couldn’t be near the two, “no need childe, i understand. now if you’ll excuse me, i'll be on my way.” you muttered and brushed past the two.

“wait y/n!-” he reached out to grab your arm before the blonde next to him stopped him.

lumine sighed and spoke up after staying silent, “let them go for now. leave them alone for a bit, they need some time to think. it’s understandable why someone would be upset if they saw their lover with someone else like this.” she comforted before patting him on the back.

“yeah. i guess you’re right...” ajax murmured with a crestfallen look. he regretted not communicating with you, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened. he should’ve cleared up any suspicions you had and reassured you. he knew about how you weren’t confident due to your last relationship. gods, he felt like he was worse than your dirtbag of an ex.

you walked towards your home slowly trying to process what just happened. your tears already ran dry and you didn’t think more were able to escape from your eyes. the fading sunset seemed so blurry yet peaceful. somehow, instead of walking home, you ended up near yaoguang shore which happened to be the spot you and ajax would go to often. his name brought bitter feelings back as you remember the events that just happened but you took a deep breath and sat on the sand across from the shore. you listened to the sound of the ocean, the waves dousing the sand it touched. you took notice of the starconches laying on the sand.

feelings of melancholy welled up inside you. these are ajax’s favourites. the blue shells reminded you of his eyes. his lovely eyes were the blue of the waves of the sea, they crashed into you and pulled you into them. you could spend all day swimming in the infinite hues until you drowned.

you buried your head onto your knees and let out a pained cry you’ve been holding in. here, where no one can find you, where no one can hear you. only the ocean will hear your troubles and worries, you hoped it could wash them away and you could forget about them forever. you sat there in peace by yourself for what felt like hours.

you sighed and decided that you should get going, but to where? you didn’t want to see ajax if he’s even going to be there at all. maybe you could crash at zhongli’s place…

just as you were about to leave you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “y/n!” it was the man you loved, ajax, sprinting to you with the same gift bag he was holding in his hands at mingxing jewelry.

you turned around to look at him. your hair was flowing in the wind with the sunset behind your back. to ajax it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.

“i knew you’d be here.” ajax spoke with relief.

you looked away from him not knowing how to feel right now about your “lover” and stayed silent.

“y/n. i swear it wasn’t what it looked like, i would never do that to you. lumine and i really don’t have anything going on in between us, i chose you as my partner and i plan on keeping it that way for the rest of my life. in fact,” ajax murmured while opening up the gift bag he was holding. it was a bracelet with a fine piece of noctilucous jade in the middle with cor lapis fragments decorating the border of the blue gem. the jewelry wafted with fragrances, the morning dew smell from a qingxin, the classical smell of the harbour from a silk flower and lastly the everlasting aroma of violet grass.

“do you like it? lumine and i picked it out for you at mingxing jewelry for our upcoming anniversary. i just wanted her opinion on what to choose for you. this was one of the most beautiful pieces that they had. i heard it took a super long time to make, oh! the jade in the middle will also make the bracelet glow in the dark! pretty cool huh?” ajax smiled as he lifted your wrist to put it on you.

at a loss of words, you lifted your head up at the male and gave him a soft smile, “thank you ajax… i love it, it’s perfect in every way possible.”

“just like you.” the redhead spoke fondly with a grin on his face while softly stroking your hair.

“oh shut up you flirt.” you tried to hide your smile as you both giggled on the beach with the sunset dripping behind you two.

after a while of being engulfed in ajax’s arms you spoke, “ajax, i want to apologize for jumping to conclusions about you and lumine. i..you know about how i find it hard to trust people sometimes but it was unfair for me to do that to you, i know you would never cheat on me.” you spoke, hugging him tighter as if he would leave if you get go.

“y/n. don’t you dare think for a second that i’ll leave you for someone else ok? you’re the only one in this world that i want and it’s staying that way. i don’t care if you’re visionless, or if you don’t have any achievements whatsoever. i still love you so so much.” ajax exclaimed as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

you felt a certain warmth as your face flushed. how did you end up with someone as perfect as ajax. you lifted his face with your hands and pressed your lips against his. he deepens the kiss and your heart melts.

“thank you ajax. i’ll always be by your side too, no matter what happens. my love for you has no ends.” you speak with pure affection as you nuzzled your face into ajax’s soft yet firm chest.

ajax feels his face heat up and he quickly speaks, “c’mon now, let’s go home, i can’t wait to taste your cooking after running around all day today.”

the two of you walked together on the beach, hand in hand, leaving footprints and doubts in the sand.

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