#i just can't wait to see whatever fics/headcanons have been written about him

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good morning!! <333

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😍 Specs!! Hi!! I see you with these questions 🕵️‍♂️

From this Ask Game: Here

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change? (MDZS) YOU KNOW ME!!! But instead of the super obvious answer about the romantic subplot or whatever, I gotta say like, I really don't think JYL had to literally die for WWX's man-pain. Would the Present Timeline story be drastically different? Yeah, but I think it would have been better. I think it would have forced WWX to confront and resolve his past in more satisfying ways even if MXTX still makes him break off everything with JC-JYL-YMJ. Hottake, but I think it's spicier if he keeps trying to leave everything in the past but his mistakes are still alive and would like a real apology. With JC there's the whole transfer thing, mucking up who might need to apologize to whom, but with JYL it's very clear and very devastating. Where is all the angst this story could have given me?? No, I'm not going to rewrite MDZS about it 😩 I'm just going to suffer in my Yunmeng Trio feels.

👓 What helps you focus when you write? You're going to use this against me, I know it. I'm gonna be like, "Specs I can't focus." And you're going to go, "Well YOU said this helps you focus so are you doing it???" And I'll be like... "🥺" Not to be all aging-Millennial on main or anything but a shot of hard liquor, wordless music, a clear idea of a scene, and someone waiting to read what I wrote. It's a hard combo to achieve, let's be real. I have written 5k at a time with that combo though, so it's a big winner. @robinade knows nothing motivates me more than someone on discord going 👐🙏. And then I feed them the snippet and then they grade me with emotes. I'm very rewards based, who isn't? They tell you to write for yourself first, but it's always nice if I have an end goal of entertaining someone else as well, otherwise the ideas just stay in my head la-di-da style.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing? I got nothing inspirational to say here. I think a game changer for me was doing this thing with "scenes" but like... as a roadmap. So what I do now that helps me figure out what to write is listing off all the scenes I want to write and a little blurb about those scenes (or a lot of blurb depending on how specific I have it in my mind). It's like an outline, but not very high level. Anyone that reads my stuff lately can see I label my scenes with section titles and that's from this process. It sort of fills in the for the writing advice about how, when you get to the end of one scene, make sure to write the first sentence of the next so you don't get stuck on how to start a scene when you get back to it. This format is really working for me and it's not as cumbersome as an outline (even though for big fics I have those too).

👻 What is your wildest headcanon? HOOOO it's really hard to have a "wild" headcanon in this fandom (MDZS) without someone taking the biggest offense to it. And honestly the word "wild" is doing a lot of work here, it can mean anything. So basically I have a lot headcanons but what's wild enough for this question??? BAM!! JGS uses women as human cauldrons to further his cultivation. And JGY used that knowledge to kill him.

🧡 😎 Alrighty, I think my work here is done. 🌹 🎩

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HEYY IT DISHES HOWVE YOU BEEN 😊

But do you have any like thoughts or even headcanons like if Castins PAST LOVERS OR HOOK UPS met Cecilia and like talked about CASTIN LIKE “The d was fire 😨🔥” right in front of her

ORR CASTIN AND CECILIA ran into like a PAST LOVER/CRUSH/ OR WHATEVER and like Castin and this (homewrecker) started talking what would she do?

ANYWAYS LUV YA BYE 🫶🏽😊🤞

Hello again, Dishes! Eyyy yo! This is a fire ask, man!

I sometimes play with a fic idea on a scenario where Celica accidentally comes across Castin's exes or one night stands. It's deliciously juicy! But we can expand on the idea here!

So! What would happen if a home wrecker or any of Castin's past lovers tried to go up on all of Celica's business?

Well... She'd be DELIGHTED!

Petty fights like these among women are terribly common in the Imperial Nobility. To survive this game, you can let it get under your skin. To win? You have to crush their entire worth as a human and as a woman. It's fun! It's been so long since Celica plays it so you have to excuse her if she admits that she's been eagerly waiting for this moment ever since she and Castin truly became a couple.

See, there's no other woman in the world that can stand on the same level as Baroness Anesidora - except for her bestie, the Queen Ascendant and the Empress of the Coastal Empire.

Baby, she got the looks, the money, the status, the power, the achievements, the respect and THEN SOME MORE. Celica is not secure in herself; she's arrogant, and rightly so! She can have any man she wants, and in fact, if this arranged marriage doesn't work out, she has already written up a contract so that she and Castin can have mutual affairs with other people in secret while in public, they would act as a loving couple.

(She didn't tell this to Castin, though, lol. She threw the contract into the fireplace the night after Castin's Chapter 1 audio.)

So to have barmaids or some village girls coming up to her with their unearned audacity, try to make her jealous and say, "Castin loves me first before you!" Or "Castin would never love an Imp like you." Or or "Does Castin did that trick with you in bed? He always like to do that with me." Or even "Castin will get tired of you eventually. You're so... uptight. No fun at all. He'll come back to me in no time so enjoy your time while it last, Your Grace~"

SAYIN' ALL THESE SHITS RIGHT TO CELICA'S FACE!?

Celica is just gonna smile, man. She'll let the women get it out of their system first. She can be generous. Go on, let it aallll ooouttt of your chest. There. Doesn't it feel good? Don't you feel aaallll better? You're done now? Good!

Now Celica is gonna systematically tear them down. She'll pick apart their background: She'll nod in sincere understanding. Of course commoners would be envious of what a Noblewoman would have. It's only natural! So she understands their frustration. Would it make them feel better if she 'lents' out Castin to them? They would need to return him back though since he's not just their ex-lover anymore. He now plays a bigger role that those women could never support after all.

Then, she'll move on to their future. If any of them are the ambitious sorts, Celica is gonna be stonewalling their progress. Oh, one of them is trying to get into a school in Steelgate? Huh. Would be a shame if their entry submission got mysteriously rejected because the headmaster isn't willing to lose one of his main sponsors. Oh? One of the women is trying to buy a house or rent a place in the more career-driven towns? Would be a shame if the local body of property management received a tip that the woman would be a bad tenant. Hell! They can't even get a simple loan from the bank because Celica is one of the major investors in Intacia!

And the cherry on top of all this? She'll leave little crumbs of clues around so the women who crossed her know that she's behind it all. They would have no choice but to thicken their face and drag their feet to the manor (you know, where Castin is currently living too) and ask for forgiveness from the Baroness.

Oh dear... and all of these for a man who has clearly moved on? Ain't it a shame? Oh, well.

If you want to do something, you might as well do it right. Yes, yes - that includes wanting to make someone jealous. After all...

ALL FAIR'S IN LOVE AND WAR, BABY!

Thank you for this super fun ask, Dishes!

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TUMBLR DIDNT NOTIFY ME THAT I HAD AN ASK ALKSLFKJS SORRY FOR THE TWO DAY WAIT

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🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

hmmm.... i like genuine surprises, like when an author updates a fic after a while, but i hated planned surprises?? like when people plan to Surprise Me with A Thing, i don't like that very much. mostly bc i hate the social expectation of formulating a response aljsdlkfjsdkjf

now in terms of writing, surprises like "oh here's a new headcanon about ur OC" that just...happen...to me while i'm writing get mixed reactions aksldjfdsk sometimes im SUPER EXCITED bc it makes xyz easier, sometimes i get irrationally angry bc DAMMIT NOW I HAVE TO CHANGE XYZ TO FIT. most of the time, tho, writing is just. surprise after surprise lmao

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

@dreamwraith is one of my FAVORITEST EVER authors, anything he writes, i will read.

@emeraldsandamethyst is another friend of mine whose works are INCREDIBLE, both funny and angsty, and GODS her smut is like. some of the best out there.

OH and anything @not-close-to-straight writes??? instantly opened and read. the fic i currently highly recommend from her is Territorial, bc HOLY SHIT vampires, but literally anything she's written i will tell people about.

i am reading a Linked Universe-related fic that i would recommend but a) i'm not dragging myself in public for that alskdjfkdjf and b) it has A Lot of Stuff that i would want to warn about before ppl jump into it. it is fucking GODS-TIER level good, and i'm in a discord with the author and some other fans and it's just...so much fun, i love that series and the discord sm. if u wanna know what it is, just dm me!

BUT WAIT ACTUALLY there is another linked universe-related series I LOVE that i will recommend: Linked Universe Townhouse AU by St0rmy it is SO FUCKING GOOD, i could talk about it all day. anything st0rmy writes, i recommend. she's a wonderful author and writes SUCH GOOD, COMPLEX CHARACTERS AND HER FIGHT SCENES???? THAT ONE FIGHT SCENE IN THE BRAVE????? OH MY GODS.

im really bad at recs, bc all knowledge of my fav fics and authors leaves my head immediately after being asked, but these are the ones on my brain currently!!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

ohhhhhh okay, so this is a headcanon for mateo, my dp oc that i ship with danny. i wrote it out SOME in "stay for dinner?" but its full implications haven't been revealed yet, so here ya go!

mateo is a WONDERFUL liar. like. scary good at it. and its not bc he enjoys it, or whatever, but it was a coping mechanism he developed while dating this guy, santiago 'tiago'. kid was tryna be big and get in good with the gangs and dragged mateo along with him. mateo, young and naive, went along with it bc he liked tiago and he was slowly figuring out that he was attracted to danger so he didn't realize how bad it was until it was too late. after they broke up, the lying didn't necessarily go away, he just stopped doing it so often. but lying IS a skill that's needed, and he uses it when he needs to with danny (especially after his core begins to develop)

HOWEVER. he can't lie about like. petty shit?? or like when danny catches him doing something silly and calls him out (teasing) on it, he is suddenly THEE WORST LIAR ON THE PLANET (which just in turn reinforces the idea that he's a terrible liar overall to danny, which protects mateo's secrets further). danny's also oblivious, so he doesn't often catch him in a true lie. THAT is reserved for vanessa, emrys, manaia, luke, and eventually, dan. basically, everyone but danny (and nikau, poor bab) can see it alsflksjdfl

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Anon is back! Sorry for not being specific I was thinking writing actually

done, finally! sorry for the wait anon, and thanks for clarifying. i had too big of an idea for this, so the set-up took longer than i anticipated. and i haven't written anything for these two characters yet (although i've read plenty), so the first fic for a character is usually me trying to settle on headcanons and decide their voice, etc. now, i'm not the biggest advocate for ships, I'd rather stick to platonic stuff if i can help it, but this one. i had the meaning of ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ open in another tab as a wrote this. still can be read as both, you decide. hope you enjoy, ehe~

original request

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NON-KINK BLOGS AND MINORS DNI

In which Childe and Zhongli share a meal together, but Childe can't handle Liyue's food and spices very well.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ alcohol consumption, descriptions of food, overeating, indigestion, stomach ache, belly rubs, back rubs, vomiting, induced vomiting, burping, throat finger!ng

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❝ 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝.❞

         Zhongli was an interesting man, Childe remarked, watching as he gracefully picked up another jade parcel off his plate, letting out a small hum of delight as he tasted it. He couldn't take his eyes off him.

         His presence was the saving grace from what promised to be another long boring conference, filled to the brim with uptight bourgeois and pretentious assholes. Being a Harbinger, Childe didn't have the option to skip out.

         Since he wasn't a noble, nor a retailer, Zhongli was there as simply an illustrious guest of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, lending his thoughtful advice to any who asked.

         Childe had only met him a handful of times until now, but just the first had been enough to capture his attention. How couldn't he? His amber eyes were mesmerizing as he talked, bewitching him into listening to his buttery voice for hours on end.

         Zhongli was a mysterious man. No one knew where he was from, and he would always find a way to skirt around the subject seamlessly, sending you back, in one way or another, to his rambling. The knowledge he possessed seemed endless, far more literate than any scholar Childe had met. And he would attribute all of it to a good memory.

         Seemed like a lie, but he knew better than to put that man against the wall, even if he wanted to. Even if prying information out of unsuspecting mouths was his job, Zhongli left him powerless in that regard.

         “Childe”, he heard him say from across the table they shared, their eyes suddenly meeting when he caught him staring. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest. “Since you've already finished your portion, care to try some of mine?”

         “Sure, why not?” He accepted, his hope deflating when he saw Zhongli push the plate in his direction, instead of serving him as he had done on another rare occasion. “Is there something different about it?”

         His smile was telling. “See if you can tell me.”

         Childe picked up the appetizer and ate it, being careful to not squeeze it too much and destroy the outer layer of cabbage. It had happened before, the scraps on his plate were enough to cobble together another portion.

         He focused on identifying whatever it was that Zhongli had asked for to be changed in the recipe, trying to capture the subtler notes under the spicy broth. Was the ham tasting just slightly sweeter?

         “Did you ask for the ham to be cooked with honey?”, he risked it, trying a coy smile as he saw his thin eyebrows raise slightly under his dark hair. “Then what is it?”

         “Honey would make the meat overly sweet, and the texture too soft. Not the chewy quality you usually get, it wouldn't pair well with the vegetables”, Zhongli explained, trailing the rim of his glass as he spoke, returning the smile as he glanced back. “But you were close. I asked if the chefs would add carrots alongside the ham as it cooked. You can taste the extra sweetness in the broth as well. It does make a difference, doesn't it?”

         Childe agreed to simmer in the aftertaste of each appetizer as he nodded, eager to hear more of what Zhongli had to say. “Wouldn't you say–”, a lengthy gurgle interrupted his line of questioning, and Childe glanced down at his white stomach, sneaking out from under his unbuttoned blouse.

         The both of them paused as Childe felt his face grow hotter.

         Zhongli held back a soft chuckle as he saw the faint blush taking a hold of Childe's cheeks. “Looks like the appetizers weren't enough for you. Would you like to order the main dishes now?”

         “Uh, yes. Sure”, Childe managed to say, clearing his throat one time too many behind his fist.

         It happens. It wasn't a big deal. Zhongli had already laughed it off. He tried to tell himself, but that didn't stop the uneasy feeling from settling on his stomach.

         Traveling was a large sum of Childe's responsibilities as a Harbinger, and with it came a small window of time for sightseeing. Sampling the local cuisine, however, was the part that left him feeling the most homesick. Since he had been assigned to stay in Liyue, the complaints of his digestive system had become more frequent. It took a handful of sleepless nights through an upset stomach to make him even consider food as a possibility.

          Zhongli was able to get ahold of one of the waiters with a simple gesture of his hand, highlighting another reason why Childe enjoyed each one of their day dates, he seemed to have a way around people that was nothing short of magic. He wasn’t immune to it.

         He watched as they exchanged brief greetings and Zhongli placed his order, speaking with his hands as he traced words on the menu. There was a glint to his amber eyes as he handed it to Childe, almost as if he was curious to see the choice he would make, now that he had listened to so many of his lessons on authentic Liyue culinary.

         He realized he was right when Zhongli didn’t immediately offer him a suggestion and took the time to scrutinize each item on the list, twiddling with his chopsticks as he showed intrigue for a particular name on the list.

         “I'll have the black back perch stew”, he said, the description of it grabbing his attention: a poached fish dish with jueyun chili pepper and diced vegetables.

         He jumped at the opportunity of easing his homesickness. It sounded similar to something he would find back at Snezhnaya, but as he put the menu down, he didn’t find the muted smile on his teacher's face he was expecting.

         “Wait, if it's not too much trouble, could you add a portion of rice buns as well?”, Zhongli asked, raising his hand to stop their waiter from leaving. He looked at Childe as he added: “As a palate cleanser.”

         Zhongli had his stern expression back as he took a sip of his drink. Did he disapprove of his choice? Or had he just lost interest in their conversation? Childe couldn’t tell. That man could be a total mystery when he wanted to.

         He glanced away, briefly running his eyes across the restaurant they were in, part of him wishing it could be only the two of them. Maybe if it wasn't for the constant chattering in the room, not exactly a disturbance but still an incessant buzz hanging in the air, Zhongli would be talking to him more.

         Childe could still recall the way he greeted him, more enthusiastically than he had anticipated, unable to contain his toothy smile. And how they barely exchanged a few words before the two were swiftly separated by swarms of guests wanting to extend their courtesies. Took him a while to finally drag him to a fairly secluded table, and after he did it, they were able to finally have a chat and share a meal.

         If only Childe's stomach would agree. The thing felt awkwardly tense inside his abdomen, almost as if it clenched as it anticipated food to fill it. He had never been nervous around people, hell, he was a diplomat in some sense of the word. It couldn't be it.

         Perhaps his body knew even before his mind, but he couldn't help but fill his eyes with the sight as the food arrived, his dish being settled right in front of him. A deep bowl of thinly sliced white meat simmering in a bright red broth, diced vegetables floated along the surface, meticulously surrounding the pile of fish fillets in the center, the top sprinkled with the same fiery red dust.

         Not exactly what he had in mind, but it looked appetizing nonetheless. He quickly took the chopsticks between his thumb and middle finger, struggling to pick off the filet at the top.

         Zhongli was evaluating his food with precision, using his chopsticks to pick the meat apart as a slight frown curved his eyebrows. On the plate, as he quickly ruined the composition, were four squares of a reddish-brown braised pork meat, one of them already separated from the layer of fat and crispy on the top.

         He tasted each separately, giving slow hums as he evaluated. Truly, Zhongli couldn't keep his critique off of anything he did, and Childe had yet to formulate an opinion on whether that was a bad thing.

         “Is… something wrong with your food?”, Childe asked, gently blowing over the slice he was holding as he waited for it to cool down.

         “Not at all”, Zhongli responded. “I asked if they would employ another technique of red-cooking, unlike the traditional one, which usually takes a long time”, he continued, thoroughly picking the scraps of the meat he had dismantled. “To my surprise, they were already using it.”

         Childe hummed in response, looking at his plate now, then at the dripping meat between his chopsticks. He risked it and gobbled it down before he had the chance to drop it. The pepper was all he tasted at first.

         “I suppose that leaves room for me to invite you out for a proper Tianshu Meat. If you would be willing to accompany me”, Zhongli offered simply, not a hint of hesitation in his voice, finally raising his eyes only to see his face blossoming into a pink shade. “Childe?”

         He didn't respond immediately, his mouth hanging half-open behind his hand as he fanned himself, trying to blow around the burning in his tongue. Zhongli had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing.

         “It would be wise to–”, he tried to say, having to look away as the corners of his mouth wanted to turn on their own. “Wait until it is cold. Or is it too much for your tastes?”

         It was a mixture of both, but Childe wasn't about to say that. Instead, he concentrated on carefully chewing and swallowing, the heat irradiating through his esophagus as he felt it slide down.

         “I– I can handle it”, Childe responded, desperately downing the contents of his cup, the cold alcohol swarming his mouth and washing down the numb bitterness of the chilies.

         “You can have the rice buns if it's too much”, Zhongli suggested, managing to muffle his smile for good.

         Childe was right about to protest when he thought again about the offer, his hand slightly shivering as he took another fillet and a steamed bun in the other hand, alternating between the two.

         Zhongli was right, the soft texture of the rice and its subtle sweetness made the pepper bearable, allowing him to enjoy the little hints of flavor in his dish. The meat was juicy and tender, something he would thoroughly enjoy if it wasn't for the abominable amount of spice in that hellish mixture. He was right once again.

         They exchanged brief words as they ate, mostly Zhongli commenting on the technique used in the making of his food, reinforcing his promise to take him out for a proper taste of that delicacy. Childe tried to keep up, adding in a few questions here and there, but while he divulged, he couldn't help but feel a slight discomfort settling in his stomach.

         Zhongli had already finished his meal by the time Childe got two-thirds through his, but thankfully not his speech. So kept explaining the vast history behind the plate he had ordered, and the many, many alterations it had gone through before reaching the plates of Liyue's restaurant.

         Childe listened intently as he slowly munched at a rice bun, his throat starting to feel somewhat tight as his appetite slowly faded away. But he pushed through, trying to focus on the better aspects of the plate, at the tender texture of the fish and the mastery in the cut, the faint taste he could identify under all the pepper. That was about it.

         In no time the lack of flavor on the rice buns, or rather, the numbness of his palate turned the munching and munching of the treat into a grating task. He struggled to swallow, feeling as if it wouldn't go down fully, just sitting over his stomach, sticking to his ribs.

         He was sweating by this point, feeling the droplets gathering on his brow, but he wasn't about to give up. Childe had been raised to never let food go to waste, and even after becoming a harbinger, these teachings remained with him. He fought through it, managing to gobble down all the fillets in his bowl, now left with a bright red broth of pepper and vegetables floating on its surface.

         “Oh, are you planning on drinking it?”, Zhongli stopped his rant to ask, sounding more intrigued than he had anticipated.

         “Am I not supposed to?”, Childe inquired with the bowl halfway to his mouth.

         “I've been told it can be too spicy, even for Liyue's standards”, he responded, resting his chin on his hand. He couldn't help the interest in his eyes as he saw Childe take the first sip.

         It felt like alcohol ablaze going down his throat, like drinking molten lava straight from the pyro archon's mouth. His throat spasmed as the hellish broth went down, scorching his esophagus and sending an agonizing heat spreading through his body, falling inside his stomach like molten glass.

         It was torture. But it was worth it as he saw the amused look on Zhongli's face as he settled the bowl down, simmering in the taste of the burning squirming flesh of his tongue. Childe endured a few seconds before he hurriedly shoved the last of the steamed buns in his mouth, placating the burn as he chewed slowly. Add another full glass of booze to the mixture.

         Zhongli had a perplexed look when he next spoke. “You see, I underestimated you. It is rare to see the bowl empty like that.”

         “Oh?”, Childe couldn't help the cocky smirk creeping to his lips. “Am I special or something?”

         “Well, it is novel to see a foreigner handle Liyue's spices so well, even locals sometimes can't finish it”, he explained while he ran a napkin over the corners of his mouth. “But tell me your thoughts. I've heard great things about this dish.”

         ”The dishes from my homeland can be spicy as well. It's nothing new to me”, Childe remarked, noting his voice had become coarse. He went to refill his cup, but stopped midway and raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you've never had it? I find that hard to believe.”

         “I've had it once or twice, but it wasn't to my liking”, he confessed, coming off harsher than he meant to. “It can be a particularly tricky dish if the fish isn't done right.”

         “I'd rather you don't say it”, Childe said half-jokingly, feeling the heat still spreading from the inside of his abdomen. The last thing he needed now was reminding his stomach of its weakness.

         Zhongli seemed confused for a moment, slightly tilting his head to the side as he studied his words. Childe thought he was still looking at him but after a few moments, he noticed his eyes following some movement right behind him.

         Then he noticed the sound of approaching footsteps, and his hair stood on end as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Zhongli raised his eyes to greet the newcomer, a polite yet stiff smile stamped on his lips.

         “Mr. Zhongli? How long has it been?”

         It took Childe about one second to decide he didn't like their new friend, as they let go of him and pulled a chair, immediately engaging Zhongli in what sounded like pointless chatter to him. Something about an upcoming ceremony? Whatever it was, he stopped listening as soon as they started speaking.

         Childe could only hope the annoyance wasn't clear on his face as it was inside his head. He was clenching his teeth as he went to take a sip of his drink. In no time he had already drained the cup and was already going for more.

         It wasn't uncommon. Mr. Zhongli was a connoisseur of countless topics, after all, it would be a surprise if at least one of their meetings didn't have the mandatory asshole to interrupt them. Sometimes they would even hunt him down while they dined somewhere private, and while Zhongli was always quick to dismiss them, Childe couldn't help but feel their time together was growing thin whenever this happened.

         He let out a longing sigh, frowning when he felt his breath sting the inside of his mouth. That discomfort in his belly was steadily growing, making itself more noticeable as he could now equate that bothersome feeling of fullness to the first signs of indigestion. It had always lingered there, as he filled up on the appetizers they had ordered together, now, after that whole meal it had reached its peak. That had been a mistake, Childe was one to confuse a belly ache with hunger more often than not.

         It was clear now that it wasn't hunger, as he eyed his stomach from under the table, seeing that it seemed tighter, a volume almost noticeable under his poor choice of clothing. He regretted bitterly now, not picking something he could button fully, instead opting for what he thought looked best.

         Maybe it was the few cups of alcohol he had, but he was now hyper-aware of the sensation of the food churning inside his stomach, the walls of it cramping as it struggled to break down the overly complicated dish. Normally he could handle it, even the heartburn taking a hold of his esophagus, but today his belly seemed to have it out for him.

         Childe quickly realized this wouldn't just go away. He could feel bubbles shifting inside his stomach, uncomfortably moving like a bottle of soda being shaken. The mental image was enough to make him press his lips into a thin lip, his cheeks filling as he contained a burp that threatened to slip past him suddenly. It tasted faintly acidic as he felt it burst over his tongue, bringing with it a taste of the pepper sitting atop his stomach, but he did his best not to think of what it meant.

         That wasn't good. Childe didn't have it in him to keep up the appearances, he could feel the color draining from his face as more burps slipped out, and he did his best to slowly release the air without making much of a sound. The irony, now he wished the chattering of the party was louder.

         A dull pain had sprouted in his upper abdomen, derived from that burning fullness previously there, and now it was a full-blown ache just above his belly button. He snagged another look only to find out his once pale lean stomach had acquired a slightly pinkish tone as it stretched out, almost quivering with each breath he took.

         Childe couldn't help the scowl he had on. Normally he would have a little window of time before the stomach trouble started, he would be able to get back to his home, try some home remedy he still remembered, and attempt to sleep before the noises started. But now, even before he ate, his gut was already stubbornly gurgling, and now he could almost see the sound rippling across the surface of his packed abdomen.

         Slowly, he placed a hand there, noting how tense the organ felt under the skin, almost hard, the spasms of it quite noticeable, almost pushing back under his palm. His fingers distractedly sank into the flesh, trying to massage out the cramps, feeling the different points of tension slightly relaxing under his touch. It felt good despite the obvious threat of someone spotting him, but he could tell it was doing little to nothing to help.

         As soon as he rubbed on a specific spot, a particularly stubborn pocket of air, a belch quickly traveled up his throat, tearing itself free from his lips as if someone had just gut-punched him.

         He felt like he was going to vomit if he kept prodding. Which threw him off because the feeling of nausea wasn't there yet, but he felt so overly full any sudden movements would have him doubling over. He tried his best to keep the idea of puking away from his mind.

         The ache only seemed to deepen further into his digestive system, and shivers crept under his clothes, leaving his feeling smoldered by his attire, his waistline felt way tighter than when this whole thing had started.

         Childe cursed under his breath, keeping his head down as he tried to convince himself this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. He should have a little more time, just a little more time before–

         His introspection was cut by a long gurgle he caught in the middle, and before any had the chance to turn their heads, he slipped away from his seat, turning on his heels as he speed-walked away from the table.

         ***

         Finding a bathroom to camp out his sickness wasn't a difficult task, but it took Childe a little longer than he would in perfect health. He was muttering curses in his mother tongue as he pried past other guests, making a bee-line for the door as he saw it.

         The door opened and shut, and shortly after light came flooding into the small room.

         He sat over the lid of the toilet and buried his head in his hands, trying to breathe around the growing nauseating pain in his abdomen. The embarrassment kept nagging at him, like a small voice on his ear, biting as it wanted him to sink further into himself.

         Childe sucked in a shuddering breath between his teeth, feeling as if his stubborn meal was sitting atop his stomach, breathing along with him. Air bubbled at the back of his throat, and he slowly opened his mouth, allowing burps to seep past him, in hopes of clearing a little room in the already overtaxed organ.

         Childe slumped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around his middle as he heard it gurgle once more. His stomach was churning restlessly, sending nausea rolling over him in waves he had to swallow back constantly.

          The root of his tongue was burning, a devilish broth of stomach acid and pepper raising and falling at the back of his throat, like the ocean bathing the side of a ship, threatening to seep into the deck. It wanted out, and the more he tried to deny it, the worse it would be.

         Childe slowly got to his knees, raising the lid of the toilet and letting his head hang over it. The light wasn't enough for him to see his reflection, and to that he was grateful. A trickle of spittle landed on the water, ripples disturbing across its surface as the odd colored gob sat atop, too dense to mix with it.

         His dinner was trying to kill him. He could feel it trying to claw its way out, pain irradiating from his upper abdomen to his chest, refusing to go down and continue the digestion. It sat there like a piece of volcanic debris, making him sweat, but no matter how much he waited, it wouldn't come up on its own.

         He groaned, clutching at his belly as it cramped, leaving him breathless as the pain persisted no matter how much he wished it away. He tried giving himself careful rubs at first, then he tried kneading at the knots, gently at first, then impatiently shortly after. All it did was earn a few short burps out of him.

         Still, he pressed on, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh of his abdomen, pushing harder as the air rushing out of him turned hotter, then quickly wet.

         He gasped and spat out, hopeless as it wasn't anything more than a small bubble of acid burst at the back of his throat. Feeling nauseous and miserable, he strung an arm over the seat and rested his forehead against the meat of his forearm, his mouth hanging open as he waited for a little mercy.

         ***

         Childe groaned as he heard the knock on the door, a cold fear taking hold of him as he realized he hadn't locked it. He didn't have the energy to get up and lock it now, nor did he have the time.

         With a second knock, the door slowly crept open, and he heard a familiar voice calling his name. This couldn't be happening.

         He heard the door close again, the key turn, then steps made their way to him. A faint sigh could be heard leaving the visitor's lips.

         “Mr… Zhongli?”, Childe groaned, tilting his head to the side to find the man looming over him, then shortly after, kneeling by his side. “W-What are you doing here?”

         He didn't respond immediately, roving his eyes over the pitiful form latching onto the toilet bowl as if it had become a decoration to it. His light grey suit had turned a darker shade where sweat formed wet spots, soaking through the fabric as his body seemingly short-circuited under the challenge of digesting such a dish.

         “You've been gone for a while”, Zhongli informed, frowning as he laid eyes on the pitiful state he had found his friend in. “Are you okay? Were you feeling unwell?”

         “Y-You should leave…”, Childe forced out promptly, his voice deeply slurred with nausea.

         Zhongli spent another brief moment in silence, watching as Childe's hand clawed at his stomach, his breaths sharp as he inhaled between his teeth. Gently, he laid a hand on his back, feeling his clothes damp with sweat and his muscles trembling under the fabric, he was shivering from what seemed like exhaustion.

         An unheard hiccup jostled his torso, making Zhongli hesitate as he heard him groan under his touch, further curling into himself as he clawed into his stomach, riding out the pain of another cramp.

         Gently, Zhongli tried separating his hand, carefully prying it away from his middle.

         “Calm down, you'll only hurt yourself like this”, he said softly, holding the trembling limb by the wrist. “Your stomach is bothering you, isn't it?”

         “I-It sounds like it…”, Childe commented, mustering a small pained chuckle that sounded more like a yelp. “This is… ugh. You really should go back.”

         “You may say that, but you don't look well enough for me to leave you”, Zhongli pointed out, reminding him of the hand resting on his back, grounding him in his presence. “Are you sure you want me to go?”

         Childe remained in silence for a moment, staring at the undisturbed water underneath him, wishing this would be over sooner. 

         “No…”, he finally said, whispering. “You can– You can stay….”

         Zhongli hummed in response, seemingly satisfied for the moment. An admission that his company there was desired, it eased his worry for a moment, only to multiply it as he realized Childe didn't strike him as someone capable of asking for help, not even his help, not even at a time like this.

         “Now, could you tell me what you are feeling, exactly?”, Zhongli inquired, his voice soothing and gentle, instructing him into relaxing before he tried to speak.

         “I feel… sick”, Childe groaned, glancing away as he could hear how pathetic and small he sounded. “I think it was that… spicy dish. My-My stomach still hasn't settled from it.  It, uh… it just won't digest.”

         Zhongli hummed low in his throat, taking pity on the man's suffering, and yet, he couldn't relate to the sentiment. It sounded foreign to him. But seeing Childe so miserable, his face pale and glistening in sweat, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt over not realizing it sooner.

         “Does it hurt here?”, Zhongli asked, the hand that used to be on his back drifting towards his midriff, hovering over it as he eyed him for permission. “May I?”

         “Uh… hm-hum…”, Childe nodded, clenching his abdomen as he felt his warm hand rest over it, the touch sending an almost electrifying sensation through his body. His fingers crawled under his blouse, settling onto the curve of his abdomen where his bloated gut sat. “Ah…”

         “Calm now…”, Zhongli whispered, feeling through his glove the muscles of his stomach pulling and twisting, something shifting inside, the organ tense as it kept spasming. “It does seem… painful”, he remarked.

         “Ugh… it happens… a lot, actually”, Childe groaned, his voice airy as he fought to stabilize it, Zhongli's hand on his belly making it hard to think of anything else. “I think Liyue's food just doesn't agree with me”, he blurted out, immediately regretting it. 

         But to his surprise, Zhongli simply raised an eyebrow, confusion showing on his face. “You should've told me that sooner. We could've asked for a dish to be changed, It wouldn't be an issue.”

         “Well, it's a bit… late for that now”, Childe panted and his stomach groaned in accordance. “Besides, I'm not even sure what exactly it was… ugh.”

         “Have you tried making yourself vomit yet?”, Zhongli suggested, applying a subtle pressure to Childe's belly that had him slightly squirming, rebelling against the hand wrapped around his wrist.

         “...no”, he panted, feeling like his mind was racing and slowing down at the same time. “I'm… nauseous, but– guh, it isn't enough to make me– hah!”, he let out a yelp as Zhongli suddenly sunk his open palm into his stomach, applying a bit more force than before. “D-Don't, don– uurrrp.”

         Childe lurched forward with a guttural belch that turned wet by the end, both hands gripping the sides of the seat as he hurriedly buried his head inside it. Scorching hot vomit burned its way out of his mouth, staining the water below with a bright red greasy broth that spread like paint.

         He stared, wide-eyed as it trickled out of his mouth, each drip adding more color to the water. It tasted utterly revolting, much like pure undiluted acid, the pepper laced in it only contributing to the corrosion.

         “Don't do this… without warning”, he panted, tears prickling in his eyes like grains of salt.

         “Well, I do apologize”, Zhongli quickly said, sounding slightly surprised. “But, are you feeling any better?”

         “Ah… not much”, he moaned, spitting into the water, his face crumpled in disgust as his tongue burned anew. “It– ugh, I don't think it was enough.”

         “Would you rather I use my fingers instead?”, Zhongli proposed, unblinking, making Childe feel as if he was being smoldered by the heat of his presence. “It'll do you no good to keep holding onto it.”

         The sickly man felt his face flush a deeper red, crumbling into a frown as his stomach gurgled loudly again.

         “You would do that?”, he said, finally, almost incredulous as he eyed Zhongli's unchanging expression of muted concern. He nodded, slowly retrieving the hand resting on his back and bringing it to his mouth, pulling his black glove off. “A-Alright then.”

         Childe still hesitated, hearing Zhongli move closer and position himself almost directly behind him, one arm lacing around him and bringing a hand to his lips.

         He opened his mouth fully, allowing his fingers to enter and trail the curve of his tongue as they went deeper, his throat locking involuntary as he tried to pry into his esophagus.

         He gagged almost instantly, his throat clenching harshly around him as he let out a struggling retch, the sound coming out muffled and pained.

         He regretted not telling him to be gentle, for Zhongli barely waited for him to breathe before he started moving his fingers in and out. Slowly at first, hearing the wet sounds of his throat spasming, trying to push out the intruding appendage. He gagged again, his tongue driving back as his stomach jumped under it, the motion sending a throbbing ache across his abdomen.

         “Go on…”, Zhongli whispered, almost as if permitting him as he threaded deeper, petting the tender slick flesh coating the back of his throat.

         That seemed to do it, the feeling of his fingers grazing the inside of his neck like that, had his eyes rolling back on his skull as another gag broke him. He tore away from Zhongli's hand as he lurched forward, retching violently into the bowl before he could finally bring anything up, vomit poured out of him like a faucet, splashing into the water.

         It tasted revolting, Childe struggled to block out the burning sensation in his tongue as the gush of murky red liquid spewed out of him. It seemed endless at first, unstopping as if Zhongli had somehow managed to unclog his throat. Childe barely had a second to rest, as soon as the fluid part of it tapered off, he could feel a volume building up, and quickly, he started choking on a heavier thick mush.

         He struggled to get it up, but now his stomach wasn't showing any signs of stopping, it kept jumping as his retching kept tossing it around. And Zhongli's hand under his shirt, pressing an open palm right under his solar plexus, not giving him any chance to catch his breath.

         What had become of those steamed rice buns lazily drizzled out of his tongue as he coughed and coughed to rid his throat of the blockage, a subtle taste of fermentation under that numbness of pepper, almost overpowering the alcohol mixed with it. Along with chunks of undigested fish meat, clumps of rice dough and chewed mushy vegetables floated across the top of the dense mixture, tainted by the acids of his stomach, but barely different than what it had looked like going in.

         Zhongli slowly settled his now free, saliva-coated hand on Childe's back, feeling him heave violently, his shoulders rolling forward as he kept spewing. Each cough seemed to run a pike through his back, he flinched with every sound, feeling Childe's stomach writhing with each motion, almost throbbing as it cowered before the next, and his lungs compressing painfully as he gasped for air.

         Zhongli was having difficulty ignoring that disgustingly sour, almost rancid smell of fish. It sent his stomach in loops, his throat bobbing up and down as he kept swallowing against the disgust.

         And still, he was almost morbidly curious to see just how much Childe was able to store in that otherwise lean stomach.

         The motions of his abdomen, rolling and clenching as he gasped and choked, the organ underneath it jumping. He could very much feel the walls of his stomach contracting, it seemed painful even for him, but there was still an almost inhuman interest in him, wanting to know for how long this would carry out.

         So he kept pushing against it, noticing his motion would result in an increased volume of the ongoing wave Childe was purging, or wet-sounding burps erupting out of him or strangled retches each time he sank his palm into his skin.

         “There you are”, Zhongli whispered gently, managing to mask the disgust in his voice, running his hand up and down his spine as he noticed the shivers it would cause. “Keep going… get it all out.”

         Childe took his advice to heart and mustered another sizable gush of vomit, this one purely pieces of chewed white meat and the now faint red of the broth, hitting the water as a dense pinkish paste that clogged his gullet on the way out. He tried not to look, but each retch would force his eyes open, leaving him disoriented, his head pounding mercilessly. The whole episode was sapping his strength little by little.

         “There you go…”, Zhongli encouraged, tapping his back lightly and nearly wincing as he felt Childe cough under him.

         His mouth was hanging open, mercifully allowing vomit to drizzle out as he forced his throat open, trying to breathe around the sharp ache each retch would sprout in his middle. His head felt heavy, pounding restlessly as the now intense nausea clouded his senses. He barely noticed when the vomiting tapered off, standing there coughing, head hanging limply over the edge as drool hung from his lips in thick threads.

         Despite nothing else coming up, Childe kept gagging over the toilet, the vision of barely digested food forming a thick layer over the water, and the realization that it all had come from him just disgusted him to the point his stomach wouldn't quit it.

         And Zhongli's hand still pushing on him wouldn't let him rest, he must've not realized there was nothing left in there, given how deflated he looked now. His stomach throbbed viciously like an open wound, making him feel as if his inside had been thoroughly scooped out.

         Weakly, one of his hands fell from the seat, fumbling with Zhongli's as he tried to pry off his fingers from his sensitive midriff, but it seemed like he couldn't get a good grip on him.

         “Y-You're… hurting–”, he tried to warn, but just the shaky motion had him weakly gagging into the bowl, a trickle of pure bile dripping from his mouth.

         “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize…”, Zhongli hurriedly said, letting go of his stomach as he slid his hand out of his blouse, lingering for only a moment. He discreetly cleared his throat.

         “It's… okay”, Childe muttered, his voice nearly gone, spent by coats upon coats of acid wearing out his throat, leaving it in rags. It hurt to talk, so he resorted to just groaning over the near lake of his former dinner.

         He clumsily spat into the bowl, trying to ride his mouth off that vile taste. His lips burned with the residue of pepper, there was some stuck in his sinuses too, but no matter how much he spat it wouldn't clear.

         Grimacing, he slowly raised his torso, going to clean his mouth with the back of his hand, but Zhongli quickly produced a folded paper. The man gently grabbed his chin and lifted his face, thoroughly cleaning the corners of his mouth and chin. “S-Sorry, you had to see this…”

         “Don't worry about me”, Zhongli said tenderly, mustering a polite smile as he balled the paper and threw it inside the toilet. He grabbed another piece for good measure and handed it to Childe. “Is there… uh, do you think you are done?”,

         “Yeah, I– I think so…”, he responded, spitting into the bowl once more.

         “Then, can you walk on your own?”, Zhongli inquired as he leaned to flush the toilet, avoid looking inside of it he pulled the lever, sending vomit and alcohol mixing with the water into a whirlpool.

         “If I say no…”, Childe started, watching as the contents of his stomach swirled in the water, disappearing with the current.  “Will you carry me?”

         “I think you can walk just fine, Childe”, he responded playfully, although his tone came out more cynical than he planned, to which Childe pouted, returning the playfulness. He couldn't help but find it oddly endearing given how red his face was and how wet his eyes looked. “But I'll help you at least.”

         Zhongli wrapped both arms around Childe and helped him stand, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest to stabilize him. The man swayed in place, grabbing onto the wall for extra support. “I wish I could stay here 'till this shitty party is over.”

         “I'm sure it'll be fine if you leave now”, Zhongli speculated, shooting Childe a sympathetic look. He still looked pale, his back slightly curved protectively over his middle. “How are you feeling?”

         “Just… a little light-headed”, he whispered under bated breath, holding the square of paper over his mouth, as the neutral smell of it calmed his stomach just a little. “But I think I'll be fine, I can make it home.”

         “If you say so”, Zhongli said finally, almost coldly as he guided Childe out of the bathroom.

         “Listen, if anyone asks, can you say I'm drunk or something?” he asked in a hushed tone as they reentered the salon, a thousand stares glued to his neck. “It's less embarrassing.”

         “You wouldn't be too far off”, Zhongli remarked. “But consider skipping the alcohol next time, green tea would do you much better if you have a fragile stomach.”

         “It's not fragile, I'm just not used to it”, Childe retorted, disgruntled, trying not to raise his voice, but Zhongli only returned a coy look. “Next time? Hah, you're still willing to go out with me after that whole show?”

         “Why would I not?”, Zhongli raised an eyebrow.

         Caught off guard again, Childe glanced away, slightly pouting when he saw Zhongli give a soft chuckle to his reaction. That man. He could be charming when he wanted to.

[davyjoneslockr]

ship ask!! fugio w/ 20, 21, and 27 :0

(From this ask game)

20 - What do family/friends think of their relationship?

I imagine they'd get together a while after PHF, so if we're being canon-compliant, it's... complicated. Neither of them have any family, exactly, and the people that are close to them are kinda split. Lowkey wrote a whole fic about Mista's perspective, but TLDR I see him struggling with jealousy and a sense that it's unfair (why do they get to be happy after all the shit they've done, especially when the people that did the right thing didn't get to have a happy ending and the love of his own life was killed senselessly?), but he eventually comes to terms with it, and is at least glad that they're good for each other. Sheila was just waiting in agony for it to happen. Hearing Fugo endlessly ranting about his feelings for Giorno every time they hung out was starting to wear on her. But she's super supportive, and is stoked that her terrible pathetic bff gets to date someone she admires as much as Giorno. I think Murolo would be like. Totally unaware. Like Fugo's talking about Valentine's Day plans or something and Murolo's like "oooh, who's the lucky person?" And Fugo's like. "Uh. Giorno. Obviously." "GIORNO??? OUR BOSS???" "Murolo we've been married for 10 years." He probably thought Fugo and Sheila were dating or something because he has no gaydar.

Also also because I like to think about Everyone Lives AUs. Things would be way different and I think they'd actually start dating sooner. Still after PHF but not *years* after like in canon. And you know Mista and Narancia would be the most aggressive wingmen. As a whole, the Bucci Gang would be happy for them. Abbacchio would pretend to be mad ("I can't believe my favorite kid is dating my least favorite kid. This is the worst thing that has happened to me ever actually"), but deep down, he sees how happy Fugo is with Giorno, and acknowledges it more as he comes to terms with the insecurities that made him "hate" Giorno. I think he and Bucciarati would walk them down the aisle at their wedding. hehe evil little found family things

If there's one thing everyone would complain about, though, it's how sappy they are. Not in a constant PDA, corny nicknames, etc kind of way, but they're just like. So weird and dramatic about each other. Romeo and Juliet type beat (and actually I always conceptualize Fugio through what I call the Romeo and Juliet factor. but that's a talk for another time). Does that even make sense. Idk

21 - Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

!!!!! OKAY IVE WRITTEN ABOUT FUGIO DANCING AT LEAST TWICE BC ITS SO IMPORTANT TO ME. Giorno is a terrible dancer, so I'd say Fugo would initiate more often. He'd try to teach Giorno stuff like ballroom dancing, maybe even the silly little dances he makes up with Mista and Narancia, but more often than not, if they're dancing together, they're slow dancing. A little scene I've imagined, but is probably too small for a fic, is like. The first time Giorno cries in front of Fugo is when they're slow-dancing together late one night, and Fugo sings quietly along to whatever song is playing - Giorno just gets overwhelmed over how much he loves him.

27 - Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Fugo 100%. If he had a kid, he'd try his hardest to be super gentle with them - his biggest fear, as with all his relationships, is that he'll hurt them - so, when they're a baby and they wake up at night, he slowly rocks them back to sleep and sings very quietly, between reassurances that they're safe and loved. Giorno wouldn't sing, just because i headcanon that his singing voice is godawful lol but the second he hears the baby wake up? He's rushing to their side. He doesn't want his child to ever feel abandoned like he did, so he'll sit with them, carry them around for a while, talk to them - whatever it takes to let them know that their father's there. Fugo has definitely walked into the living room in the morning to find Giorno fast asleep on the couch, cradling their child, because he didn't want to leave them until he was certain they were asleep again. Anyhow. Domestic Fugios :]

[nightlilly0110]

Salutations, I hope you're doing well. About the "Director's cut" post, can you tell us something about "Luck be a Fickle Thing" or "Bound to you" or "Come fly with me"? I like your works so much I can't really choose between them, thank you so much for all the effort you put in your pieces ✨

I like talking about my fics so here is literally everything that came to mind (written out twice because tumblr kicked me out before I could post it the first time). I could talk for days but that would involve all the spoilers, so here’s a more spoiler-free version.

Luck Be a Fickle Thing

- I have written out the confession scene. I’ve also written a smut chapter but whether or not I actually post it is a toss-up.

- Oscar wasn’t originally in this fic but I thought he was gonna spend more time wandering around Mantle in canon and I couldn’t just leave him there he’s like fifteen that’s basically a toddler. Keep in mind I posted the first chapter before Volume 8 aired.

- While Tai is pretty upbeat and understanding towards Qrow in this fic, I actually think that Canon Tai is annoyed by Qrow at best and absolutely despises him at worst and definitely blames his luck for what happened with Raven and Summer

- To this day I have no timeline in this fic. How long were Qrow and Robyn in prison? How long ago did Qrow write his letter to Tai? How long ago did Clover get stabbed and how long was he in the hospital for? How long were they travelling? I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T CARE.

- I have submitted an unpublished chapter of this fic for a school assignment and did pretty well on it. As of now it’s my favourite thing I’ve written and I can’t wait to post it when the time comes.

Bound to You

- My headcanon that Clover knows sea shanties that made it into this fic (or at least some chapters that will be posted in the future) have breached containment and have leaked into drafts for other fics. All my iterations of Clover (except for In The Name of Fate for obvious reasons) have the voice of a god.

- I had. So much trouble. Coming up with different species for the kids. Jury is still out on what Pyrrha was. And it’s never stated but all the Schnees are 100% human, all witches, and despite the fact that they view familiars as servants, none of them are bound because they (*cough* Jacques *cough*) believe that their magical powers are above being bound to someone that is less than them.

- I mentioned this in other asks but the kids were originally going to be younger. I was also going to make the fic start off with just after Qrow was bound, so the fic would’ve been them getting to know each other instead of what it is now. The bathtub scene is an example of that, and an older iteration of it might slip itself in sometime in the future.

- “Familiars can’t be bound to fae” is actually just me covering up the plot hole as to why Summer and Qrow were never bound together despite their very strong friendship (I Will Push A Platonic Hummingbird Agenda And You Will Like It). “Raven hasn’t developed a Semblance yet” is also covering the plot hole that she could’ve just teleported to Qrow when he was missing or teleported both her and Oscar back home. Fucking amateur hour.

- My favourite chapter of this fic so far is the conversion between Clover and Summer because you can’t convince me that Trampled Garden/Plucked Flowers/whatever their name is wouldn’t be friends.

Come Fly With Me

- This AU is just an excuse for me to write more birb content. Writing Pretty Bird gave me a taste and I wanted more, so I made my own RT give me the forbidden bird plushie please I beg you

- Bird Clover is my favourite. He’s just so tiny and squishable. And all around good bean. This is a fact and therefore belongs on this list.

- I also have written a smut chapter for this but it’ll never see the light of day because ITS SO BAD. I salvaged the first third of it and started rewriting it for funsies but idk if this is a lost cause. I might not even post the smut even if it was semi-good.

- I was originally gonna make Ironwood a dick the same in canon, but decided that would cut into the bird shenanigans so. No ❤️

- I’m actually debating on whether or not I should have Tai and/or Raven make an appearance in this fic. Probably not, but the idea is there.

Bonus: Here’s my Clover 🍀

[dr-mizmix]

My sunshine(part 1/?)

Many people have already written about this but I couldn't help it. This fic follows the headcanon in which Five kills Dave.

TRIGGER WARINGS

warzone/mental breakdown

Word count: 1500+

13+

Enjoy!

“It's just another name, it's just another mission” Five never thought about who he had to eliminate. It wasn't worth the time thinking about their lives and getting involved in an emotional level. That would be irrational and compromise the mission. It didn't matter if they were innocent, guilty, men, women or children Five just wanted to get the job done so he could move forward to the next one until the day he finished his equations or his contract whatever came first.

“Eliminate Dave Katz at all costs”

As soon as Five read the name, it made him wonder “Huh, this is weird. I wonder what this soldier soldier must have done for the temp comision to send me instead of letting him die at warzone.” He then looked to Dolores who remained motionless “............” Five then tried to act unbiased “You are right Dolores, that's none of ours business," he read again the name and location “we should get going.”

After that he packed for his unusual destination, even for a time traveling hitman like himself 1968 Vietnam.

While Five was onto his grim mission Dave Katz, his future victim, was having a great time with another time traveler who happened to be a Hargreeves too, but whose plans of what to do with him couldn't be more different.  

At the disco Klaus was killing it the dance floor when discretely he winks Dave who has been watching him from the distance. He takes this gesture as a signal and starts to slowly approach him while dancing “Haha, you have some nice moves” Klaus decided to cautiously flirt with him trying to see where he could go “Really? I could teach you some of them if you wanna” Dave followed Klaus’ game “Oh, and how much would it be for the lessons?” he wished this was 2019 and not 1968 “Well, I would usually charge a lot to know the secrets of my moves.” Dave kept getting closer to him “Oh really?” he said with a playful smile “Yeah but because you are obviously desperate I'll make you a deal. I will lower my price to just one shot of whatever it is your favorite drink.” he knew that if he said to anyone else he could get in trouble. But not to Dave “Then it's settled. Bartender two shots of whiskey please! My treat.” After that they danced together all evening with the excuse of teaching each other dance moves.

“Klaus” Dave called him in a really low tone but he caught his attention “Follow me” They went together to a secluded area. “Are we allowed to be here?” Klaus tried being cautious but Dave made his thoughts disappear in less than a second “What, what are we?” Klaus didn't know how to answer. “I don't know, what am I to you?” Dave thought for a moment “I feel like I can trust you with my life, I would say that you are my friend but that would be lying to myself” Klaus closed his eyes “Keep going” Dave closed his eyes too “You are the most kind,wonderful, brave and handsome person that I've ever met” Dave felt like his heart was about to to leave his body, when Klaus wrapped his arms around him “You are very wrong, because you are the most handsome, strong, brave and vulnerable person I've ever met and you clearly know yourself” Dave got as close as he could to Klaus and when their lips were almost touching he whispered “May I?” to which Klaus responded “Yes you can” They shared a long kiss, when they separated Dave was incredibly blushed “Did I do it wrong?” Klaus giggled and started playing with Dave's hair “No! Why would you say that” Dave looked kind of embarrassed “I'm kind of new to this thing” Klaus then gently grabbed his face “Don't worry, we can do whatever you want” Dave hugged him and a slow song started playing “I've, I've never danced to anything like this before” Klaus smiled and placed their hands on the position for a slow dance. “Hey remember I told you I'd teach you how to dance” Dave shaked his head smiling and they continued dancing through the whole night.

Several months have passed since the night Dave and Klaus shared their first kiss. Since then they've been secretly dating. So far no one noticed anything more than them being really good friends. That or they prefer to ignore it. They even got themselves some matching tattoos which Dave chose. In their way to the front, at the bus, Dave seemed distant “Today it's going to be tough” Klaus puts his arm around him “You always say that, and look at us! We only get so emotionally scarred for life!” He tried to joke around it to see if Dave would relax a bit “Right, right” Klaus started to get worried “Are you ok?" “Well It's just that I heard that my squad is going for the front line this time and I I…”Dave couldn't continue. There was a pause “Is that all?Then I will be going with you”Dave shaked his head with a sad smile “Come on Klaus you know that we can't do that. We are in different squads” Klaus though for a moment “Well then tell someone from your squad that today is their lucky day because I'm not letting you go alone.” Dave laughed “You are going to make some lucky bastard very happy”

Five loaded his trusty rifle and waited for the perfect moment when nobody would notice him. It was weird to witness all those people dying in front of him but Five had to constantly remind himself that it was none of his business. Chaos arises in the trenches and Five decided to shoot his target, knowing help wouldn't come. He activated the trigger and the job was done. A man starts screaming with a somewhat familiar voice. Five feelt startled by it and decided to take a closer look. “Something feels wrong”

Meanwhile the in the trenches Klaus was screaming for help “Medic! Medic!” He held Dave in his arms “You're going to ok Dave, you'll get through this” Dave placed his hands behind Klaus head “I'll be ok Klaus I know I'll be” Klaus cried even harder “Stay with me Dave please, I'll take you with me” Dave closed his eyes “Sing for me” Klaus couldn't think of any song until words started flowing almost automatically from his mouth “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” Dave grabbed his hand “You make me happy when skies are gray…” Klaus tightened his grip “You'll never know dear how much I love you…” Dave's hand relaxed a bit “Please don't take” Dave opened his eyes “my sunshine” they both smiled “I love you” Dave lost all his grip “Away… ” Klaus looked at Dave, he didn't move “Dave? Dave! Medic! Goddammit I need a need a goddamm medic!”. As he realized that help wouldn't arrive, he looked Dave's lifeless body and laid on it crying. “He's dead. He's dead” his mumbling kept going until it became unintelligible.

Dolores in his back as always stayed silent. “Is just the screaming, he shouldn't have found him so fast. We are in the middle of warzone.” He made a pause to get Dolores perspective. “It's just” he squinted his eyes in an attempt to see the man's forearm, Five sighed as he saw the man wore long sleeves and looked back at Dolores “You are right Dolores, I have no family anymore” He closed his eyes trying to forget the familiar pitch. “What would they be doing here anyway?”He picked up his stuff and left as he never had been there. He was now awaiting for his next assignment.

“Eliminate President Kennedy at all costs”

When Five found himself asking “is it worth it? Is it worth killing l so many people to go back knowing that the future is doomed?” He remembered Vanya and the rest of his siblings and found a reason to keep living.

But this was not the moment to think about his siblings, this was a moment of action.

As Five used his briefcase for the last time he thought of his siblings, and while it was kind of hard to admit, he started questioning if they would accept him. They only knew him for 13 years and he is now 58. What is he going to tell them? He'd been alone for 40 years and now the feeling of being able to come back to his family terrifies him. But it didn't matter now, the apocalypse doesn't wait for anybody.

He arrived at his destination, there he started apply his equations to time travel back his family. He'll show Dolores she's wrong. He knew his arrival would probably cause a huge anomaly so he expected his family waiting for him. What he didn't expect was that one screaming man from his last mission in Vietnam. The first face he saw “Klaus” It suddenly became clear. He got distracted over that fact. So much so that his body started morphing into his 13 years old self.He finally went through it.

“Shit”

I will continue this fic in the near future so stay tuned!