I want to read an og AlbeCale fic where someone or something doss Alberu with an aphrodisiac. He manages to get away but passes out near Cale's house (or crash right to his balcony), who nurses him. Not smut involved, because og!Cale A) it's not going to do that with a drugged person, and B) for some reason knows a lot about poisons— aphrodisiacs included— and their cures.
So, basically a sick fic, except Og!Cale has to hide the sick person until he recovers. Plus, they have to plan how to catch the culprit.
Maybe the house where Og!Cale is at that moment (and therefore, where Alberu crashes) is the one at the capital. Maybe he went to pick up Bassen or maybe in this AU Bassen, Lily and Og!Cale went all at the capital together.
Maybe there was a swordmanship competition/event that Lily really wanted to go to. And og!Cale decided to accompany them because Lily will go alone if not.
Maybe Violan came too because og!Cale just got injured a few days ago. (Deruth cries bitter tears over his paperwork. He can't join his family and leave the territory unsupervised from suddenly).
Maybe they eventually find out and the talk that follows leads them to discover about og!Cale's act. Whatever shenanigans he stumbled into when pretending to be trash and all that this implies included.
All of this happening through Alberu's eyes, who is absolutely confused but so warm. He was drugged as fuck when he ended up here. He felt horny and dizzy and wanted to cry, but this guy here just treated his fever and waited until he woke up. He gave him water and asked a few questions. Then he got him medicine, telling him exactly what it is made of.
He even was careful when giving him meals, making sure nothing would react wrong with the poison on his system.
Cale Henituse, the person rumored to be trash, was more kind and considerated in a pair of days than most nobles can expect to be in their whole lives.
After witnessing the conversation between og!Cale and his family, Alberu realizes that he is just like that. This is not special treatment nor pity. This is who he is when his mask doesn't reach to cover him up fully. It's just a part, but is more than most people get to see.
Soft and warm.
Once Alberu heals and can go back to his palace, he still comes to visit og!Cale many times.
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Kuni loves plushies. He finds comfort in them and especially likes to make his own little dolls/stuffed animals.
aww that’s so cute🥺
imagine scara sitting in the sumeru forest, listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves overhead, his hat leaning against the bark of the tree he’s leaning against
the distinguishing accessory draws -by now familiar- attention, the jingling of curious aranara filling the air; to onlookers it might be a curious sight: a former harbinger peacefully sitting amongst the bubbly children of the forest
and, to be frank, it wasn’t always this way; no, at first, kunikuzushi used to shoo the little creatures away to sit in silence but his voice notably lacked any true malice; the more often he visited the forest, the closer the aranara came, most intrigued by the floral like pattern of his remarkable headwear
only when kunikuzushi fell asleep once while trying to sow a stuffed animal closed, did the children of the forest grew bolder than ever; this was how the blue haired man opened his eyes to find several of them surrounding the plushie that had fallen from his hands, trying to weave the needle through the plush material
maybe it was his still drowsy state or his lack of energy to maintain a venomous front but with a sigh, the vision holder picked up his project and taught the eager students what he knew
little did he suspect his new friends would diligently work to hone their crafts and subsequently present him with a multitude of handcrafted gifts for their blue nara by the next time he stopped by
[to tug at your heart strings a little: i headcanon that scara is very soft for the aranara but can’t quite place why
actually it’s because the aranara represent the playful and dream-filled world of childhood; as someone who is emotionally human but who never had the chance to be a child, scara longs for their company; he’s healing his neglected inner child, you could say]
[⇢ ˗ˏˋ。˚ anemo hours ☾ . ೃ˚⋆࿐]
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24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 18
Content info: YN needs peanut butter for her mental wellbeing, but Chris tries to take the last jar on the shelf first. A fight (or flirt) ensues.
Word count: 974
Warnings: none, just a dorky lil fic Hare felt she needed for her soul
For a second, you contemplate if peanut butter is important enough to you to kill a gorgeous Korean guy over it, and you’re actually tempted, dimples or no dimples.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You are tired from a long day of studying and really, REALLY want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner before maybe cramming some more knowledge into your brain. So, you’ve made a quick run down to the grocery store to grab bread and peanut butter.
At the store, you quickly find the bread you like and make your way over to the aisle that houses all of the breakfast foods, even though, strictly speaking, peanut butter is a soul food more than anything else. You approach the right shelf an, from the corner of your eye, see a young man standing in front of it. You don’t really pay attention to him, though – you are here for sustenance and not men. However, just as you are next to him, you notice he’s reaching for the peanut butter, too – and there’s only one jar left.
“Hey!” you half-yell, “stop!”
The guy turns to you, obviously confused, and his striking dark eyes above a chiselled jawline and slightly too big nose hit you as incredibly attractive. Still, not what you’re here for. “Yes?” he asks, potentially fearing you to be a madwoman. Oh, he is right to do so.
You cross your arms and square up. “You cannot take the last jar of peanut butter,” you announce as if that’s a universal truth because even you have to acknowledge that, of course, he can.
The young man frowns. “But… There’s still chunky peanut butter?” He points at the shelf. “So… It’s technically not the last jar.”
You snort. “Everybody knows that smooth peanut butter is the superior option. I cannot let you take it from me.”
His frown deepens. “I’m not taking anything from you,” he says, visibly irritated. “I saw it first and you never even touched the jar.” He snatches it up and turns his back on you. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
You step around him to block his way. “I will not excuse you,” you hiss. “I have been studying all day and I just want a fucking peanut butter and jelly sandwich before my exam tomorrow. I cannot believe you’re going to take that from me, pretty boy!”
Whoops. You did NOT mean to say that out loud.
He smiles at you sarcastically . “I appreciate the compliment, pretty girl. But you see, the thing is, my lil bro also has a craving for peanut butter and I can’t let you take that from him.” You must admit that it’s sweet that he cares for his little brother’s wellbeing enough to start a fight with you in the middle of a grocery store.
At that exact moment, a sweet-looking blond boy with freckles comes around the corner. “Chris,” he chirps, “did you get the peanut butter?”
“Sure, Felix”, your boy – Chris, apparently – answers.
You huff. “You took it from me,” you whine.
Felix’s eyes become huge. “Hyung,” he complains. “Did you take away this girl’s peanut butter? That’s not a nice thing to do!”
Chris bristles at the claim. “What? No! That’s a lie!” He turns to you. “Tell him the truth! Tell him that there is plenty of peanut butter left and that you’ve never even touched this very jar!”
Felix’ wide-eyed gaze meets yours. “What did you need the peanut butter for?” he asks, showing much more empathy with your situation than his stupid (and stupidly handsome) brother.
You shrug. “I just wanted a sandwich. I have been studying all day and I must have forgotten the time.”
Felix nods, as if that makes perfect sense. “Well, hyung, I’ve found a solution - we’ll just have to invite your new friend over for a sandwich. Problem solved!”
Chris looks shocked. “You can’t just invite a stranger to our apartment, Lix!”
You smile at Chris. “But I’m not a stranger anymore! You even called me pretty earlier!”
He sputters. “You started it!”
“Oooooh”, Felix coos, beaming at you. “Chris has been single for a few months now, maybe you could ask him out? We’ve just moved into this neighbourhood.”
“FELIX!” Chris’ face is bright red. “Can you NOT try to hook me up with the girl who tried to steal your peanut butter?”
You are suppressing a giggle, as is Felix. “If you make me a great sandwich, I’ll take you out to my favourite coffee shop,” you promise, winking at Chris, who groans.
“Wonderful!” Felix claps his hands. “Let’s go pay then!” And off he skips towards the checkout counters.
Chris glances over at you. “I can’t believe I’ve got a date with the crazy girl who tried to throw hands in the breakfast aisle over a jar of peanut butter.” His voice sounds equally sour and amused.
You huff. “First you gotta prove you actually know how to make a good sandwich.”
Chris chuckles. “Don’t you worry about that - what’s your name, by the way?”
“It’s YN,” you say, extending your hand towards him, and you shake. His hands are big and warm and soft and you try not to dwell on that. “I must say, that’s the greatest meet cute I’ve ever experienced.”
Chris smiles at you, a real smile, and God, he really is handsome. “That will make a great story to tell our kids one day.”
You swat at him, and he just laughs as he puts a hand on the small of your back. “Come on, let’s follow Felix. We live just across the street, you’ll soon have your sandwich.”
And despite the fact that your revision notes are waiting for you at home, you decide to take a chance and follow the two boys.
~Day 19~
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