#shut up ruru

[ru-draws]

A Horror Story

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Guess what game I’m playing; 13 years, baby, let’s gooooo

Happy Halloween

from the Dark Place 🎃

[crabussy]

I AM LITERALLY SO EXCITED TO BE A RANGER HOLY SHIT

[ghostlywhiskey]

NIC!! may i propose slow dancing in the kitchen with simon? like he would have just came back from a really rough day, and seeing you humming along some sappy song while cooking dinner makes him all warm :( HE WOULD BE SO QUICK TO WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOU AND SWAY WITH YOU!!

my darling ruru!! of course you may propose this, my heart is all warm and fuzzy at the thought. super quick one but eeeeek. i love him terribly.

standing in simon's kitchen, the sound of the pan sizzling and music softly playing from your phone filled the room. texting you earlier in the day, simon had asked for you to come over tonight. no explanation or reason, just that he needed to see you and figured a relaxed night in would be nice. and having a spare key to his home, you figured you would head over while he was still out in an effort to surprise him with dinner as opposed to ordering take out.

distracted by the noises of the kitchen and humming along to your music, the sound of the door opening and closing didn't catch your attention. so, when arms securely found their way around your waist you couldn't help but jolt in response.

"lucky it's jus' me," the familiar voice quickly soothed your anxiety thinking it was a stranger.

"could've announced yourself," tilting your head to the side slightly, you glanced up at him and saw the tired smile painted on his face. "everything alright?"

"mhm," he hummed and gave your waist a gently squeeze that pulled you closer to him. his nose brushed against you neck as his body swayed to the music still coming from you phone. "better now. shit day, but didn't expect you here makin' dinner f' me."

letting him sway back and forth with you while you cooked, you finished up with the food on the stove and shut the burner off. turning around in his arms, your hands reached to give his biceps a squeeze while you leaned forward to place a kiss on his chest before looking up at him. "go get changed and i'll have the food ready by the time you come down," you told him, but he shook his head in response.

"wanna finish the song first," simon explained, placing a kiss on top of your head. "keep hummin' too."

and after two more songs came on, only then did he let you slip away from his hold to finish up setting up dinner while he headed to go change. his hand reaching for his phone in his back pocket to quickly make note of the first song.

[soap-ify]

hi ruru! thank you for your kind words on my post today 🫶🏼 can i please get a little something about soap x reader who’s been working really hard lately (to the point where she can’t pull herself away from her laptop at the end of the day)? how would johnny boy help her relax/ take her mind off work?? could be fluffy or smutty 💛

CHERRY!! reader is just like me... i overworked myself so much yesterday and aa we should take more care of ourselves!

cw — fluff, praises !! he is so in love, fingering and lots of smooches.

johnny had experienced it all before too numerous times, being overworked to the point where one just loses themselves in their work.

he tried to catch your attention throughout the day, either by poking your sides or just sitting beside you on the couch, earning nothing but dismissive huffs from you while your fingers furiously typed on the keyboard, glazed eyes frantically reading the stuff on your screen while your brain constantly thought about all the other work you still had to finish.

“ye need to leave tha’ shite alone for a minute, hen.” his voice was quiet, laced with concern while his hands acted more firmly, snatching your laptop from you and saving the file, ignoring all your protests. he didn’t care if you’d be mad at him, the only thing he cared about at this moment was you and your health.

after making you drink a glass of water, considering you didn’t drink one at all throughout the day, he gently led you to the bedroom and eased you on the bed, your muscles starting to ache as soon as you collapsed on the bed, head feeling dizzy and too active.

“johnny…” a weary groan left your lips, watching him get on top of you, his callused hands gently cupping your face, pressing sweet little kisses on your temple, easing the tension beneath your brows. you hadn’t even realised how tired you were, and all this attention from him was making your heart heavy with emotion.

“ssh, i know…” he nuzzled his nose against yours, your eyes getting all droopy while your hands lazily tugged on his sleeves.

“ye work so much. nae takin’ care of yerself at all. hurts my poor heart.” he mumbled in a playful manner despite his words being very much true, his stubble tickling your skin as he peppered kisses on your cheeks before finally meeting your lips, kissing you in such a sickeningly gently manner that it made your heart ache in a good way, eyes fluttering shut as you relished the way he comforted you, strong hands rubbing your hips soothingly while he lightly nipped on your bottom lip, his blue eyes half-open, filled with undying affection.

“lemme help ye.” he cooed softly, his hand sliding down in between your bodies, caressing your stomach before going down to gently tug down your trousers and panties. you shuddered at the sudden contact of his skin against your skin, goosebumps forming quickly while your hands gently held onto the back of his neck, wanting him as close as possible.

“gonna make ye stop thinkin’ so much.” his hand slowly caressed the plush of your thighs, coaxing your legs apart.

his fingers made contact with your puffy folds, gently gathering some slick before beginning to rub up and down your slit, loving the way you were starting to get wetter, slowly moving over to focus on your clit that was basically begging for attention, your body aching for a release. his fingers begin drawing soft circles over your clit, causing a broken whimper to leave your lips, your hips bucking forward to somehow get a bit more pressure.

“so perfect and so smart… always doin’ great in everything ye do.” his face was so close to yours, lips repeatedly pressing soft kisses on your temple, whispering soft praises into your ears. “m’so proud of ye, y’know.”

his words made your insides warm up with love, blood rushing to your cheeks as you leaned your head forward slightly to nuzzle it against his neck, breathless noises leaving you while his fingers continued to give your clit the attention it deserved, rubbing and tugging it gently.. “i love you so much johnny, love you so much…” you repeated over and over as if it was forever ingrained in your brain, which it probably was.

johnny didn’t pull any of his playful stunts this time, his actions full of tenderness and care he craved to give you, his other hand gently holding onto the side of your hip. “ah, i love ye too.” he chuckled under her breath, his blue eyes softening up even more.

heat pooled between your legs while his wet fingers continued to glide on your slit occasionally before focusing back on your twitchy and hard clit, loving the way it slid so easily across your cunt.

“ye close, hen?” he asked once he felt the tremble of your thighs, your breathing quickening up while your lips were parted in awe, head nodding.

“s-so close… need to cum so bad, johnny.” you voice was quivering and laced with need, your chest rising and falling gently.

he gently eased a finger in your tight cunt, and then another, given how you were already soaking wet, curling them up inside you while looking for any signs of discomfort on your face. when he found none, he gently began to thrust his fingers inside your weeping cunt, finding all your spongy sweet spots with ease. it was insane how his fingers were enough to quickly push you over the edge.

your eyes rolled back once his thumb begin rubbing your puffy clit once more, your walls tightening around his fingers while your legs tried to wrap themselves around his hips, the pleasure getting sweetly overwhelming with each thrust of his fingers until you finally came apart, your orgasm hitting you in waves that lasted for a good few seconds, your body trembling underneath him as you moaned shakily and hid your face against his shoulders, fingers clinging onto the fabric of his shirt tight while he helped you ride your orgasm, fingers gently sliding out of your fluttering cunt, giving your clit a few more rubs before he stopped and pulled his hand back, looking at the way your slick coated his fingers, his mouth cheekily wrapping around his fingers to taste you. a satisfied hum left him before he began pressing repeated little pecks on your lips, causing you to whine and squirm.

“did so good f’me, hen. feelin’ better?” he asked softly, earning a nod from you, a blissful smile adorning your lips while your brain felt all fuzzy and dreamy.

he definitely didn’t stop at that, fully intent on making you forget about all your work. his fingers were quick to stuff inside you again, determined to pull a few more orgasms out of you.

the night ended up with you fast asleep in his embrace, head craddled against his chest, his heartbeat soothing your nerves.

[anqelically]

Hiiiiii! Omg i would like to request first time s/o celebrating tecchou’s birthday. I could imagine it’s his first time that someone celebrate his birthday😿or is ir exaggerated?

birthday wishes | tecchou suehiro x gn!reader

word count: 0.5k

content: no manga spoilers, fluff, lwky stiff writing it’s been a bit 😭

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tecchou suehiro doesn’t celebrate his birthday.

as a child, his family always celebrated his birthday with a small cake. he’d blow out the candles while he adorned a “happy birthday” headband, they’d eat, and they were done. now that he was an adult with a busy life ahead of him, he didn’t do anything for the celebratory day. after all, was it really that important?

you thought differently than he did. you were more than happy to celebrate the birthdays of the ones you loved, and celebrating tecchou’s special day was no different. you knew your lover normally didn’t do anything to celebrate, so you wanted to change that. for good.

“don’t take a peak when i remove my hands, okay?”

“as you wish, my love.”

“give me one quick second.”

you maneuver around the dining table to stand directly across from tecchou’s seated figure. he had no clue what you were surprising him with or why, even though you were awful at hiding it. after all, he did walk in on you writing a short message on his birthday cake, though you weren’t sure if he could read it from where he stood, or not.

you quickly lit up the cake’s candle before turning down the lights. tecchou innocently sat, emitting a confused aura around him. you smiled in the hopes that this would make his day.

“you can take a look now, hiro.”

at your words, the man slowly opened his eyes and took a closer look at the small, white cake in front of him. he quickly read your message, which was written with royal blue frosting. although he did have suspicions about the cake being for him, he didn’t expect it to be for his birthday, which he himself forgot about.

tecchou also eyed the decorations in your dining room, “this is… you did all of this for me?”

“this is nothing,” you smiled endearingly. “i know you don’t do anything for your birthday, but i want to change that. today is your day, and i’m more than happy to celebrate you. i love you.”

it had been so long since someone had taken their time to put something together for his birthday. he rarely ever saw or heard from his parents, and his co-workers didn’t even know of his birthday. but now he has you, who both knew and was excited to celebrate his special day every year.

tecchou held your hands softly and kissed your knuckles, “i love you, y/n. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. now come, make a wish with me.”

he was quick to pull you down to his lap, eliciting a small yelp from you. “but it’s your birthday, silly! i can’t make a wish on your special day.”

“it’s alright with me. whatever you want, i want for you.”

you stared into his eyes, “fine, then. but you have to make a wish for something you actually want. it can’t have anything to do with me. deal?”

“deal.”

“alright then.”

you both shut your eyes, thinking of your wishes. as you silently wished for tecchou’s wish to come true, you tightly held his hand. eventually, both of you opened your eyes and he blew out the candle. with the dim light that was left, you read the cake’s message in your head.

happy birthday my love! i’m beyond blessed to have you in my life. this is the 1st time we celebrate your birthday, and it won’t be the last. here’s to many more years together ♡

— y/n

note: i was supposed to finish and upload this yesterday in place of my yuta fic, but i went out to eat for my birthday instead whoops. and nonnie, thank you for the request!! i feel like tecchou probably celebrated his birthday as a child, so i switched it up a bit <33

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If there was something Onewa would not neglect to mention, that was that the rest of the Toa Metru were wimps.

Another one of his qualities (if one could call it that) was his ability to explain, at length, each extremely precise and specific reason as to why the rest of the Toa Metru were wimps - which after a small amount of his rambling lectures could then essentially be boiled down to the singular problem of none of them being Po-Matoran and thus not having lived in Po-Metru.

Because that meant that they'd never spent hours working at an actual genuine real job - by which he meant carving, as everything else was too cushy and didn't make your hands hurt like hell once you finally finished nor force you to spend entired days outside with your scalpel and hammer several bio off the ground under the blistering heat of the twin suns in certain occasions; it also meant that they'd never forcibly shaped a cave into their own home by themselves, without any outside help, because that's how the Po-Matoran do it, and that just in case they weren't too keen on breaking their backs that much and joined a welder's village instead they'd never had to fight off wandering Rahi that decided to storm in out of nowhere to pick off a few neighbors just for the fun of it.

And that's how we liked it!

At least, he concluded each of his rants like that.

The first general silent consensus on the matter was that there was no way the Po-Matoran could actually honestly like living in what was essentially a smaller replica of Karzhani.

The second general silent agreement was that everybody would have very much liked for Onewa to shut up before they felt compelled to resort to the only other apparently available solution to the problem by tossing him off the Lhikan II and into the unknown waters.

Due to the whole "unity" thing, they were trying very, very hard not to do that.

Nuju most of all.

Not due to any affection towards him (Great Spirit forbid), but mainly because it would have been extremely easy for him to enact the procedure so quickly that the Toa of Stone wouldn't even have had the time to stop his rambling, and also the longwinded blatherings were very quickly depleting whatever reserves of his already barely existent patience for being around people he still had, meaning he was left scraping at the bottom of the barrel for just about enough of it in order to try to survive this blasted journey of theirs without infringing the Toa code.

They knew arguing would have solved nothing: Onewa would have just argued back even harder and louder, and that would have just made things worse.

But Whenua, in his infinite wisdom, figured out a plan at last.

So when during a rare moment of collective respite their brother of Stone began once more his unprompted tirade about the rest of them being good-for-nothing seat warmers who wouldn't have survived a day at his jobsite, whether due to exhaustion, poor safety conditions, or a wide variety of environmental hazards, the remaining four Toa quickly tuned out of his ranting in order to watch curiously as the former archivist approached the carver from behind so quietly that he might as well have been wearing a Huna instead of a Ruru.

Just as the other interrupted his endless complaint to take in a breath, Whenua struck: his arms rested oh so gently on his brother's waist to pull him a little closer in a sort of hug, surprising him enough to make him stutter a moment more.

"Then shoudn't you be treated tenderly?" he spoke softly, mask close to the other's, with the gentlest tone he could muster.

If Onewa's head could have exploded, it probably would have.

It was frankly mesmerizing to see him shortcircuit in real time. He was, suddenly, completely paralyzed in the slightly reclined pose within Whenua's embrace and totally incapable of speech beyond a few bewildered monosyllables such as 'what', 'wuh', 'who' and sometimes even just a plain old 'w'; his eyes were wider than the entire protodermis sea, frantically shifting from the Great Ruru to the complete void as though his desire to ask for an explanation for the Toa of Earth's unexpected behaviour was battling for dominance with cosmic forces far beyond his comprehension.

Matau understood the plan in the matter of an instant. His hand flew to Onewa's knee - the part that was closest to him from where he was sitting - and cupped it gently, stroking it with his thumb. He could have sworn the other had burst a brain spark the second the contact had hit.

"You're right, Toabrother," he cooed with a grin that hopefully came off comforting enough to hide his amusement: "He's had a rough life! It's our duty to easecuddle him up a little!"

Onewa's attempt at a reply came out as a warbled mess of phonemes.

It was distinctly not helped by Nuju of all beings catching his hand to nuzzle it against his mask, muttering: "Poor thing," in a rumbling tone.

Before he could work through the fog these puzzling interactions were muddling his neurons with and ask who exactly the three cuddling him were and what they'd done with his brothers, his thoughts were once again stunned into static by the pressure of Nokama's palm on the top of his mask and her voice worming into his audio receptor with unimaginable sweetness: "You've been through quite a lot and we haven't shown you nearly enough compassion for it, haven't we? Come, sit down, sit down..."

Eight hands moved him around without him being able to do anything about it, and when he blinked he was indeed sitting down, fellow Toa all around and over him: Whenua was pressing him to his sternum while still loosely hugging his waist, Matau had crawled closer to take over one of his arms and placed a hand on the side of his chest, Nuju had shifted his gentle grip to raid along one of his legs and Nokama had instead taken his place nuzzling one of his palms.

To say this felt immensely unnatural would have been an understatement of planetary proportions.

Actually scratch planetary, these were downright universal proportions.

What in Mata Nui's name was happening?

Why were they so nice? Why were they agreeing they had it easier than him? And why in Karzhani were they cuddling and comforting him about his (to be honest fairly turbulent) Matoran life?

At least the firespitter hadn't joined in, he managed to think in short spurts while the gentle words and motions flustered him to no end, making his heartlight bloom brighter from the weird feeling - he'd been nothing but rude and condescending to him, certainly he wouldn't dream of pitying him or coddling him or lifting a single finger on him kindly, and why did that thought actually kind of hurt all of a sudden when just earlier today it would have had no effect on him whatsoever--

A caress on his mask fried any last working neurons he still had going for him, which was why it took him a few moments to realize there was also a hand tenderly wrapped around his calf.

"You don't have to go through something like that again," Vakama's voice reassured him before he managed to focus once again on his vibrant yellow eyes. His thumb stroked his cheek slowly, making Onewa almost shake in his hold before he continued: "We'll take care of you. That's what a team does, isn't it?"

The Toa of Stone barely managed a peep back.

A gentle laugh at his speechlessness made him almost very visibly self-combust.

The rest of the team cuddled a little closer to him, not once stopping their affectionate touches, humming or murmuring little things he couldn't hope to process within the swelling swirl of feelings agitating through his entire body.

It was just...

It was just too much!

Who were these people? Why were they caring about him so much? He could have had this his entire life instead of rolled eyes and angry looks and envy and hatred and loneliness? And where had that last thought come from?

Someone nuzzled his mask. Then someone else, and someone else again. And again. And again.

Soon enough Onewa was completely silent, still tense and yet also somewhat slack in his team's hold as the gentle thrumming of five bodies wrapped around his own completely erased his thoughts in a storm of fluster and embarrassment that made his heartlight flutter in a fast paced but overall stable manner.

Ah...

Finally.

Peace at last.

The unspoken plan could now be archived a resounding success.

If the five of them detached from him right now, they each reasoned separately, he would have probably sat there for a few hours trying to digest the sudden tornado of care slapped right on him. Who knows? He might have even stopped screaming his life story to the sky and stuck to mumbling it instead. There was no chance he'd shut up fully about it, of course - but at least he would have been much quieter.

That sounded perfectly reasonable.

For about a good five minutes, none of them made any attempt at moving from their positions.

They could leave him there.

Seriously, they could.

Nothing was stopping them from doing so.

Literally nothing.

Matau leaned a little closer to rest his head on his brother's chest. Vakama raised his leg to rest it on his lap, absentmindedly running his hand over it. Nokama whispered another reassurance.

Oh, screw it.

They could cuddle a little more.

Just a little bit...

[zweetpea]

TBRAHE 5.5 The mistress and her lover

CW: infidelity, might be bad/cringy, kinda gross stuff in the middle, Satoru can canonically see cursed energy so I just had to make up what people’s cursed energy looks like, also I know people who smoke who eat sunflower seeds to try to quit.

3rd person POV

Marissa skipped down the hallway to the king’s chambers, humming to herself giddily. “He’s going to adore me after this. That stupid bitch (Y/n) doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” A familiar male voice chuckled from the doorway of one of the rooms.

“Landy! What are you doing here?”

“I got a job, I wanted to help further our plans. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Yes but-”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her toward him. “Then shut up and kiss me.” Landon smashed his lips onto hers. Sure she was enjoying it, but she knew this was risky.

She pulled away and hit his chest. “Are you insane? What if someone saw us? I swear you’re worse than that dumbass king.” She turned around and pouted.

He scoffed in jealousy. “Yeah? Tell me what he’s like.” He pulled her closer, draping an arm around her shoulder.

“He uses me as a gag toy every night and I have to pretend like I enjoy it. He tries to return the favor but it’s painfully pathetic, I can’t even get a good laugh out of it.”

“So how close are we to getting rid of the pesky royals.”

“He can’t divorce her without our plans going to shit and it seems like she won’t be leaving him anytime soon, despite the fact that I got this.” She flashed the ring at her lover.

“Hah! You actually got her ring?”

“It’s so big and gaudy. Can’t believe that she’d ever wear this, especially when he doesn’t wear his.”

“So we’ll just poison both. What’s the big deal?”

“She has a curse that can heal.”

“We’ll kill that thing then.”

“As if she’d let us get near it.”

“Well…” He looked around and saw Shoko and her assistants carrying Satoru, Suguru and Chisa to the med bay on stretchers. “Shit!” He unhooked himself from Marissa and she turned around to look at them too.

“Ruru!” She gasped and followed them.

Landon stayed back and huffed. His girlfriend was being dragged away, this whole thing was her idea and he was really regretting going along with it.

Soon enough Addison came running towards them. Landon stood in her path and propped his elbow against the wall. If Marissa was allowed to have a side piece surely Landon could flirt with a girl.

“Well, well, well~ what’s a cutie like you doing here?”

“I’m not interested.” She moved to walk around him. He scowled and grabbed her wrists.

“Cmon, babe. Don’t be a prude.”

“My duties lie first and foremost with the queen.” She struggled to move away.

“Ah~ so that’s how it is? Next time you two are going at it, you should let me watch.”

“Excuse me?” Addison face lights up red.

“Two women rolling around groping each other is so erotic.”

“My relationship with her is completely platonic and professional. I have never looked at her like that and I never will.”

“Maybe you’d let me rail you then. I mean, you hang out with sorcerers so much. Clearly I’m your type- ack! You bitch!” Addison had smashed her foot onto his.

“Consider yourself lucky that it wasn’t you balls. I figured that I’d aim for the bigger target.” She winked and ran off to (Y/n)’s room.

“I can’t believe I did that.” She mumbles to herself, in fear and adrenaline.

—~+~—

Inside of the infirmary everyone sat quietly. Satoru was very angry, the rage practically seethed off of him. He knew something was wrong, he could see it. There was cursed energy flooding off Marissa’s body. Something wasn’t right.

‘She’s a human, she doesn’t have any cursed energy. It’s not mine either, mines flowy and bright light blue. Suguru’s is a dark mahogany color and it’s slimy and drippy like tentacles. My wife’s is vermilion but mostly stays in thin puffs around an object. Shoko’s is light brown and looks thin like snakes. That brat leaching on my wife has cursed energy. His is black with specs of gold and shaped like stars and crescent moons thought.’

“Ruru.” ‘The energy surrounding Marissa is a yellowish green. It’s thick and untamed, tangled like a ball on yarn.’ “Please talk to me Ruru.” ‘It’s on her shoulders. It’s on her chin. It’s the strongest on her lips.’

“I’m leaving Shoko.”

“Hey! Get back here you idiot!” She yelled.

“I want to go talk to my wife.”

“Your wife is fine, Gojo. If she cares about you, she’ll come down herself to see you.” Shoko chews some sunflower seeds since she can’t smoke in the hospital wing.

“Her highness wants to see the king.” Addison announced her presence.

“Really?!” Gojo sat up happily.

“She’s not here right now, but she was on her way here..” ‘It just might not have been to see the king.’ Addison thought. ‘It’s just a little white lie, (Y/n) will forgive me, she always does. This country needs the king and queen to get along.’ “I’m here to bring Chisa back to the Queen’s chambers. Something came up and the queen had to go.”

Addison walked over to Chisa. “I’m dead? I must be because I’m seeing angels.”

“If you weren’t coughing blood I’d smack you for that.” Addison smiled.

“Oh! My apologies, lady Addie. Why is everything white?”

“You’re in the infirmary. Come on.” She slung his arms around her shoulders and pulled him onto her back. “Good day everyone.”

“Did she just-?” Geto cut himself off.

“I don’t want to think about it.” Shoko sighed.

—~+~—

It was the next day and Marissa had slept in the kings bed with Landon. “Morning my love!” She kissed him.

“It’s going to be like this every day once we’re sitting pretty at the top.”

Gojo had spent the night in the infirmary upon Shoko’s insistence. That morning the two of them were going to have breakfast like they did every morning.

“I’m going to take a bath, you go see Shoko ‘kay?”

“Alright.” Landon walked down the stairs to the infirmary and was met with the king instead of Shoko.

“Yellow string.”

“Orange… spatula. Are we playing a game your highness?”

“Stay the Hell away from my girlfriend!” The king threatened, and left.

—~+~—

‘Everything was ruined! He found out about me and Landon!’ Marissa weeped in her cell with Landon and Rachelle.

Satoru was on his knees in the dining hall tear’s running down his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so so Sorry!” She shouted as his wife left him to cry.

“Your highness?” He looked up and saw Addison standing over him with a handkerchief, she handed it to him. “Don’t screw up again. The fate of your kingdom hangs in the balance.” She looked at him coldly and turned to leave after his wife.

The once powerful king Gojo Satoru was all alone.

[altheneum-writings]

*rubbing hands* Can I have a light-hearted romantic scenario? It's a Ruv x Reader about stargazing.

Ruv x Reader out on the field and stargazing!

contains: ❤️☁️

You were but a simple human who wanted to simply help a kind nun at a church you were friends with clean a church but today was just not that day.

Sarv had insist that you take a break and spend time with your boyfriend Ruv. He was not one to talk but he was charming and quite a softie when it came to you and hanging out with you but he was also a busy criminal man who steals expensive things to gift to you 24/7 as you try to tell him not to.

And oddly enough you haven't seen him at all today so you assume he was quite busy trying to either throw rocks at kids....or getting something really expensive.

You just sighed as you somehow get yourself convinced enough that you'd take a break.

You're behind the church, in the gardens, laid down on the soft grass and looking up at the stars that shone above in the skies.

You always wondered if it's just you, cause when you were a kid, you wanted to be a star and be pretty like them. it'd be fun watching everyone from above, just floating with no responsibilities.

no worries, no thoughts, just peace and quiet and twinkles.

you were snapped out of your thoughts as you felt someone sit beside you on the patch of grass. you turned your head to look at who it was, it was Ruv.

Ruv had something in his hands, it looked like a little decorated box. You sat up and stared at it with curiosity.

"what's that, Ruru?" you questioned as he hummed and wrapped an arm around you, opening the box.

oh, it was a music box.

It played a little song you both liked, you just smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek and muttered out a thank you. he didn't reply but you knew he was happy you liked it.

He laid it beside him and wrapped his arms around you and YEETS you down with him, you yelped and lightly scolded him for it but he just stared up at the stars.

You pouted but also stared up at the stars.

now it was just you two and the music box playing your song. the stars twinkle and shine effortlessly.

Ruv just held you close as he closed his eye, presumably to rest it

you, on the other hand, you eyes were slowly getting heavy and had no choice but to close them shut.

you fell asleep in your russian criminal's arms, he opened one of his eyes and stared at you for a few moments before closing it again, adjusting his ushanka to cover up his face.

Ruv doesn't sleep much but when he felt like it, he always loved to sleep with you under the stars on this soft patch of green bladed grass. the music box slowly stopped playing.

Sarvente took a picture of you two in secret and quietly squealed before keeping it onto her album of memories.

yes, yes she was the one that decided to hook you both up together. she thought Ruv needed some experience in love like he once did with someone else, she's glad you were a good close friend of hers.

it became long, woopsies! but hey, it's quite fun writing for some mods again!

Imma go take a nap now -w-

[thetreefairy]

I thought of something that I think is super cute so I hope you like it too. Okay so toddler reader misplaces their favorite stuffed animal/toy and is sad cause they can’t find it so the whole league and even all for one help look for it 🥺

AHHH THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE. YOU HUMAN, THIS IS AMAZING. THIS MAY BE SHORT BUT DAMN I LOVE THIS ASK

Title: RuRu is lost :(

The toddler reader was crying their lungs out. They couldn't find their stuffed animal (a cat) 'RuRu'. Reader walked into the bar area where Tomura was discussing a villain attack with Dabi, they were sobbing loudly with tears running down their face. "What's wrong, squirt?" Dabi asked walking towards them and kneeling down their height. "OI! They're my child, let me handle it!"

"Shut up, crusty motherfucker!" Tomura started mumbling annoyed. "I lost RuRu! I can't find RuRu!" Reader cried out. "KURIGORI CALL AFO, GET EVERYONE HERE! WE NEED TO FIND RURU!" Tomura shouted. "Dabi, you will try to calm Munchkin down!"

"HOW THE FUCK WILL I DO THAT?!"

"GO WATCH THE AVENGERS OR SOMETHING!"

With that the whole league and AFO was searching for RuRu, Reader was unconsolable. Tomura was turning almost everything to ash. "TOMURA STOP TURNING EVERYTHING TO DUST DAMN

"We'll find RuRu, I promise." Dabi was telling her sweet nothings. It did not work.

"I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT! I FOUND RURU!" Toga shouted happily and ran to reader. Reader took RuRu out of Toga's hand and their hysterical crying stopped and was just sobbing. "Thank you! Toga-nee, I love you!"

Oh, this just proved to the league that they're weak, especially to AFO and Tomura.

[ru-draws]

What A Steal | Guardian | Playmate?

—

It’s Gotham, right. It’s hard, it’s unforgiving, it’s constantly warring for its soul between the Bat, the Rogues and political/capitalist monsters. They’ve survived big bads with bombs and bio-chemical weapons, constant terrorism, alien invasions, unfeeling corrupt officials, THE earthquake—Gothamites are wild. And they come together more often than not, protecting their own while the world outside turn fearful and judgemental eyes on their dark spires and unending rain. They put their trust in a prolific monster that puts himself between them and everything else because no one else will ever love them as much as he and his team does.

I think a lot about art that comes out of Gotham. The kind of affluent pretentious crap that gets bought by Mayor Hill or tycoons from Metropolis. The small popular studios that have small but powerful exhibitions of little known artists that reflect light and life in the corners of their city.

And I think about the graffiti. The illegal tagging, defacement of the Bowery stretching from corner to corner, the paint-covered walls of Crime Alley where the brick can barely be seen anymore. I think about the kind of artist Gotham would grow in that medium.

Not Banksy. Banksy adjacent, maybe.

Someone who’s survived the worst of Gotham and loves the concrete under their feet. Someone so removed from all the Waynes and the Vreelands and the Hills of the City; someone who grew up in the shadows of gargoyled buildings and in the arms of people who work to keep the city alive. Silent, anonymous, as enigmatic as Gotham’s protector. Plastering their opinions all over Gotham’s First National and beneath bridges between the islands. And I think there’s more than one. A small handful, never planning, never speaking, but passing quietly in the night with cans of spray paint and ladders.

The GCPD get calls about them from time to time, and their latest illegal work marring buildings in uptown. But it’s Gotham. Gordon and the Bat have bigger things to worry about with little time to spare. When it comes between an armed robbery or a tagger, one of these things is not like the other.

But I do think the Bat looks. Every so often, he’ll turn in an alley or a subway, and there it’ll be. And he’ll stand, for a breath of contemplation, and then he’ll disappear back into the night.

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

Familial September Day 1: Home Cooking/Baking

- New day, new morning - a fic witnessing a normal day in Ruby's family.

Faint rays of sunlight pierced through the curtain and windows of Ruby's bedroom - though it wasn't strong enough to bother his slumber. He worn a sleeping blindfold as he snuggled deeper on his pillow. To everyone else, or at least Sapphire for that matter - sleeping with a blindfold was overdramatic and extra, but Ruby didn't care. He was always that one stick that stood out from the rest, neither for better or for worse, but it's simply what makes him - him.

Though, the soft fabric that hugged his temples weren't going to be there longer when Ruru, his Gardevoir leans over to wake him up as she knows that his mother probably be a little bothered if he didn't wake up sooner. With soft sounds, Ruru lightly taps his shoulder and purred at him to wake up. Ruby however responded by turning his head away from her, and covering his back with a blanket while mumbling who knows what in his sleep. Ruru puffed her cheeks in annoyance - gotta do this the hard way!

She shuffles her feet all the way to the window that was covered by the nearly draped curtain. Without any hesitation, she pulls the fabric away from the window to allow light to shine through the room entirely, and walked back to Ruby - slipping off his cutely designed blindfolds and waited for the rest to happen.

Shortly after, Ruby's eyeslids starts to move with his eyebrows slowly scrunching up in annoyance as he felt the light prick through no matter how hard he shut his eyes.

"Ruru... put the curtain down." The boy quietly groaned in irritation as he picked up the blanket and turned to the other side again.

Ruru didn't care, and proceeded to pull the blankets away from him - rendering him cold and agitated.

"H-hey, give it back!" Ruby shot up from bed, angry. His arms hugged each other as he struggled with the cold in his room. Ruru simply turned her head away from him and folded the blanket with sass in her body language.

It's too late to sleep now, he got up from bed and was separated from his blanket. Might as well just start the day.

Meanwhile at the dining room - there sat the young married couple, chatting the day away as they wait for Ruby to come down stairs to eat with them. They always ate together as a group, it was part of their "code" just to be unified as a family. It's also a great time to ask each other about their day and their plans for the rest of the hour.

"Jaide, shouldn't Ruby be here now?" Steven asked as his hands rested on the table, fingers tapping against the tablecloth.

"I mean, I'm not late - but it would be nice to be on time. You know how my father is."

Jaide chuckled, resting her palm on her chin as she looked back at Steven.

"Why should he be the judge when you have a family now?"

"... I suppose you're right," he replied. "Guess I'm still used to hearing his criticisms, haha."

Steven chuckled, averting his gaze from his wife - staring at the distance. He silently reminded himself that he's got nothing to worry about, as long as Jaide's there to keep him at bay. While he did that, she smiles at his brief quietness - giving herself a small opportunity just to appreciate how cute he looks. In the end, they still act like a young couple.

Soon after that, footsteps from the back could be heard, getting louder. It was Ruby, who just finished dressing himself. Jaide and Steven looks to his direction and smiles at him.

"Ahh, good morning! Mom, dad - did I take too long?" Ruby asked, worrying a bit since it took Ruru to wake him up.

"Ruru had to wake me up... which I should be thankful for honestly."

Ruru walked past him as he said that, upon hearing that statement - Ruru perked her chin up in what feels like an "I told you" statement. The boy chuckled sheepishly at that reaction.

"Aha, good morning. You didn't, so don't worry!" Jaide assured him. She stands up and pulls a chair open for Ruby - inviting him to dine together.

"Dad will go to his job soon, so let's go eat. I think you'd enjoy the meal here" Jaide smiled. Her comforting presence kept Ruby relieved. He nods his head and follows the chair his mother pulled out for him.

As Ruby prepares to pick out the dishes he wants to eat, Steven who was silent the entire time - initiates a conversation with him.

"So, Ruby. Are you planning to visit friends today?"

The boy processed this question by looking at the ceiling for a bit, just as a way to recall if he had any planned meetings with his buddies.

"Not that I remember any meet ups or something, but - I'll probably go say hi to Sapphire later."

Steven smirked at that response.

Ruby notices his gentle smirk after he mentioned that name. His face turns a little red, assuming his dad understood what he was talking about.

"W-what? I just said Sapphire!"

...

"Nobody said you were talking about Sapphire." Jaide added in the conversation.

Oops.

"I-"

Ruby remained quiet.

"Come on Jaide. They're just friends. Nothing special to see here, dear."

"... Unless?"

Steven poked again, having a cheeky grin as he watched his son falter in embarrassment.

"Wuh- I mean! Yeah, yeah- we're friends! No biggie!" Ruby backed up on his chair, crossing his arms and looking at the side - a petty attempt to hide his ever growing blush.

Steven and Jaide chuckled. They totally knew what's up.

"Well, the food will turn cold if we keep talking about Sapphire... or did you want to talk about her more?"

The son's face grew even more red and warmer, it's just 8PM! Can't he get a nice pancake before this?

"Nonono! Let's just eat, right now!" Ruby asserted immediately, the look on his face was undeniably adorable for his parents. He grabbed his set of cutleries from the table and tried to occupy his mind with eating breakfast, though the silent giggles from Steven and Jaide wasn't going to keep poor Ruby's mind at ease.

Better hurry and eat before it gets worse!

- YIPPEEEE FIRST PROMPT DOWN!!! I decided to treat this prompt loosely and just connect it with food and jaide totally cooked this so 💥💥💥💥 STONE FAMILY WINS EEEEEE I didn't proofread this so excuse any errors!!

[acchermont-void]

Ink entered Error's room. The glitch was in his beanbag had a blanket envolving him like a burrito and was watching Undernovela

"Ruru, can we talk?"

"Go away."

"Im sorry for going too far with the teasing. You just get so cute when angry and I-"

"Quit with the talking! I don't wanna hear your voice EVER again.", Error shouted, with fury in his eyes.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Error turned around to meet Ink's worried eyes.

"Why the fck are you still here?"

"Reaps got mad and went somewhere"

"And? I dont care about what that bucko is doing. He shouldnt have shouted at us- I mean at me in the morning."

"Why are you and him acting so weird?", Ink asked while looking down and playing with his scarf

"What do you mean?", Error said, frowning a bit more.

"You guys were so happy and cozy but all of sudden everything changed...", Ink started, a bit afraid to meet Error's eyes, "Why is that?"

Error looked at Ink with frustration. That was the price he had to pay to get involved with souless people.

"What is happening is that idiot started getting dodgy!", Error said as if it was the most obvious thing. "He is hiding something from us! He is avoiding me so it is well more hid. You just didn't notice it because of the goldfish brain you have!"

Ink managed to laugh a bit. "Oh yeah... now I remember. I am really an idiot, aint I?"

Error smiled. "You finally got it", he patted the beanbag in a place next his side, inviting Ink to sit.

"Do you think Reaps is gonna come back soon?", Ink asked.

"I know that guy for ages, Squid", Error said, "He will be coming back in minutes. Now shut up I wanna watch Undernovela"

Ink snorted and mumbled an ok. Error's speech made... something in him get less tense. He held the fingertip of Error's hand and enjoyed the spare time he was having.

....

He didnt came.

[korra-northeast-germany]

Can you write a little something something for Solomon x Mammon?? like relationship reveal, with Jealous Asmodeus

Coming out to the fam goes horribly wrong

The brothers had started to notice a change in Mammon's behaviour, at first none of them had cared. He wasn't stealing from them, wasn't bothering them, not causing a single problem, plus Lucifer felt proud that his little brothers brades were finally raising. Until it got to the point where Mammon chose to visit purgatory hall daily like there was something or someone keeping him there. Jealousy sparked within the 6 brothers blood.

"We have to tell them" said Mammon gripping tight into his human companion and lover. "I don't want to keep it secret from them any longer, and I believe they're starting to catch on" his body shivered at the thought. He remembered when Leviathan stormed into his room demanding to know who was the person that kept hoging all of Mammon's attention.

*time jump because author-san does not want it to be too long*

Mammon had come home with Solomon that weekend the brothers immediate thought was to be well cordial and greet their human friends casually unaware of what was about to happen. Well..all except asmedous who felt s sense of jealousy, one he knew what was going to happen all to well. Quickly the list demon went to the human "ah! Solomon I'm so glad you came to visit but with Mammon why?" He tilts his head in an innocent manner, attemptimg too use his charm to attract the human to himself instead of his 'snobby' brother. "Well Asmo, Mammon wanted to tell you all something very importan and he asked me to b moral support" Solomon was quick to move a little at back from the demon. "Oh? And what is it you can tell me I won't get upset" Asmo knew where this was going.

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"I come to make an announcement"

All the brothers gathered in the living room Belphie next to Beel, Satan with Levi, Lucifer next to Asmo. "Ah get on with it" huffed Levi, who would much rather watch the next episode of the 'Ruru-chan space frontiers' anime. Mammon just rolled his eyes. "Well you see little brother of mine, Solomon and I have been da-" no he did not get to finish that sentence. Asmedous the little spoiled bitch spoke up "NO! You can't be dating him! He's supposed to be with me I loved him longer and much more than you ever could! You're probably using your powers on him or bribing him aren't you Mammon?!" Everyone was in shock. Well everyone but Solomon who saw this possibility. "what?! I am not using no powers nor did I bribe him! He loves me and I love him we-" "Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! You're a boyfriend thief! You're a scumbag who can't stop being so damn greedy to the point you feel the need to steal everything I have! What is wrong with you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" with that Asmo stormed off. "Wh- what! Asmo! Wait!" Mammon turned back to his lover + brothers before excusing himself so he cokd chase after the 5th born.

Everyone turned to Solomon. "We've been together for almost a year and man is he sexy" the room just fills with laughter.

A/n: I'm sorry it's so short and probably not as great my angst fics. But I hope you enjoy :D

[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

what are ppl saying about Bad leaving for a bit???

saw some posts saying like

“omg I don’t vibe with this lore bad has, he needs to stay at purgatory, he’s breaking rp!” (Most everyone has because qsmp is fun and they are all addicted)

A scattering of

“he’s bringing information that he shouldn’t know onto the qsmp” if that’s really so groundbreakingly terrible then the admins he told it to can choose to not incorporate it.

and then plenty of normal stuff. Stuff talking about how he’s so forceful and uncompromising on his team, (they prob don’t watch, because the raccoons have an amazing dynamic and there isn’t much of a use of power other than advising and direction). stuff about him refusing to learn more languages (he’s actively working on 3 according to Rurus, and is not bothered by the team mostly speaking in Spanish and Portuguese and instead saying he can just read the subtitles), and of course you never have to dig down to find personal attacks.

I really don’t understand spreading hate. Like that doesn’t click in my brain. I have ccs I dislike that I know I don’t have a good reason for, (not referring to 🟩team they do have reasons to dislike them) but I recognize this is just me not vibing so I SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE I DON’T WATCH THEM AND SHOULDNT PASS JUDGEMENT.

sorry got a little upset. Like there’s just a lack of self control and decency for these people that I don’t understand.

[cycle-verse]

Later that day, Ink and Error were curled up on the couch, watching a movie with the kids.  They’d been loving on each other since that morning, which was a common occurrence, but right when Eeror went to kiss his head, his entire body tensed. “Without scaring the kids, we need to get outside. Someone’s messing with the dome.”

Ink opened his eyes, looking up at Error, before glancing over at Stain.

Stain was entranced in the movie, eyes focused purely on what was happening on the TV, Picmalaho in his lap.

Ink nodded, moving to stand and look at Gradient to see if either of them noticed.

Gradient hadn’t noticed either although he looked half asleep, cuddled between the blues.

He moved to leave the house, hopefully with Error following.

Error did follow, trying to be quiet and unnoticed.

Ink quickly closed the door behind them before looking for wherever the dome was being messed with.

It was Malevolence, tearing through the string in a blind rage.

Ink seemed upset at that, but moved to undo his sash, ready to fight Malevolence once again.

“Seriously? That took SO MUCH energy out of me to make!” Error complained

Ink shrugged a bit, giving a strong flap to land near where Malevolence was tearing through it.

“You’re tricky, aren’t you? Can’t just make things simple for me?” Malevolence snarled.

"Of course not, what idiot would do that?"

“An idiot who wants to make their time easy and painless,”

"And if they have a firm belief that you won't be able to beat them?"

“Then maybe they fix their mistakes,”

Ink scoffed a bit, pulling out his hatchet to fight.

Error sighed.

“Please don’t chop through the strings Inky. They’ll move for you,” he whispered

"I'm gonna chop him, not your strings, Ruru."

“Good… then chop away,” Destroying his strings like that just tended to hurt

Ink quickly dashed for Malevolence, aiming a slash for his ribcage.

Error worked on fixing the damage Malevolence had caused, knowing that if he tried to help Ink, he might get in the way at the moment.

Ink’s main goal was to knock Malevolence away from the dome, to a better spot to fight.

It was working, and Error worked on fixing the dome.  He’d help Ink after that

"I told you to stay away-" Ink sliced his hatchet at Malevolence's chest.

“And I thought you were smart enough to know that that won’t work.”

"I don't care- why won't you?! Stain isn't yours!"

“If he isn’t then I’ll need a new heir,”

"Well, you won't find one here-" Ink threw his hatchet at Malevolence.

Malevolence sidestepped the hatchet and smirked. Error, who had just gotten to Ink's side, froze. “No,”

Ink gritted his teeth, seeming ready to just fist-fight Malevolence.

“Oh Error-“

“Absolutely not,” Error lashed out with his strings and summoned one of his blasters. “Leave,”

"You aren't welcome here-"

“Oh, I think Error would welcome me once I get my heir-“ A blaster went off, a string blast from Errors that Malevolence dodged.

"Just shut up already-" while Malevolence was distracted, Ink went to slam his shoulder into his chest.

Malevolence stumbled back, grabbing onto Ink's wing for stabilization before realizing what he had in his hands.

Ink quickly tried to tug his wing out of Malevolence's hold.

When Ink tugged, Malevolence got an idea and wrapped a few tentacles around his wing, giving it an experimental pull

his wing would've torn in two with some sickening cracks of bone. Malevolence easily broke it, though he wanted more than just a break. He wanted to destroy the wing and he did so before disappearing, knowing that it would be a lot easier battle next time.

Ink was left in pain, even without his paint, blood dripping from the remnants of his wing as he silently tried to handle the pain.

“Shit! Ink!” Error, who had stumbled back and partially crashed after he sent off the blaster, yelled

"I'm fine- I'm-" Ink stumbled toward Error a bit. "I'm- n-not-"

Error caught him and wrapped his arms around him, pulling Ink back into the dome and attempting to drag him into the house before giving up, just hoping Dream and Cross were awake in their room so it wouldn’t just be the kids, “HELP!”

Ink gritted his teeth against the pain, moving to unwrap his scarf to try and tie around what was left of his wing.

Cross heard them and came running outside, followed by Stain, who looked terrified

Ink held onto Error for support, his wing still dripping blood.

Error cradled Ink close as Cross cursed and ran back inside. “I’m getting materials-“

“Get Gradient too… he knows how to better tend to wounds,” Stain whispered, trembling

"F-Feeling lightheaded-"

Error had been trying to put pressure against Ink's back while he held him but it wasn’t doing much, “I know, I know… Cross is gonna come soon to help,”

Ink nodded a bit, leaning heavily against Error.

Error curled around him until Cross came running back out.

At some point, Error crashed out of worry for Ink, and Ink could only wait for Cross and Gradient to fix him up.  He relaxed a bit when they finished.

“Finally,” Cross whispered as the bleeding finally stopped. Gradient began to cry, no longer pushed by adrenaline.

"Th-Thank you..."

“Of course,” Cross whispered as he wrapped an arm around Gradient to try and comfort him

Ink was waiting for Error to be ok again, more worried about him than himself.

Error was more worried about Ink and once he was back, he looked down at Ink. “Inky? Are you okay?”

"I a-am now..."

“Good, good,”

Ink leaned more against Error, "I'm sorry..."

“For what?”

"B-Being stupid..."

“You weren’t stupid, Inky,”

"You're s-sure...?"

“Of course.”

After a few minutes, Cross sighed, “We should move him inside but the bleeding stopped so he should be okay.”

Error didn’t exactly like letting Ink go but he did, watching as Cross carefully carried Ink inside.

“I got the kids up to the safe room, that’s what took me so long,” Gradient whispered.

“That’s ok, baby…” Ink curled up once he was in bed, trying to ignore the pain.

Error reached for and kissed the back of Ink's hand, “Do you want me to grab you something for the pain?”

"P-Please..."

Ink buried his face in his pillow as Error got up, but sat up a bit when Error came back with a cup of water and some painkillers.  After taking them, Ink laid back down, ready to sleep.

Error sat beside him.

“I was gonna ask you to marry me tonight…” he whispered as he curled next to Ink. “I still want to obviously… but I can’t do it like I planned,”

"You just did... and I'd love to..."

“I’m glad… I love you Inky…” Error didn’t have a ring or anything, just a smile

"I love you too, Ruru..." Ink had his own soft smile as he looked at Error.

Error kissed his head and hugged him as close as he felt safe doing

[zhongrin]

One hard hit to the head and Albedo was out cold. He falls to his knees, body collapsing on the snow beneath him. "Part one done, now on to the next step"

They pick him up and throw him over their shoulder. After shifting slightly to make sure the alchemist doesn't fall off, they reach into the pocket of their pants, taking out a small glass bottle swirling with what looks to be black smoke that behaves like a liquid. "Hope she doesn't mind the unexpected visit" they mumble.

Removing the cork, the spill it in front of them, the smoke-like substance quickly consuming them and the boy on their shoulder.

---

"Yo! Ruru, you there?" they shout into an endless realm made of the same black smoke used to transport them here.

"I'm here" says a distorted voice. Slowly but surely, an entity materializes in front of the angel like being. It looks to be humanoid, but it lacks a waist, settling for the top half of it's body levitating above its lower half. It has short dark blue hair that fades into white and her hands almost as big as her torso are adorned with sharp black claws and and eye on top of each one.

"Nice of you to pay me a visit Vermilion! But I'm gonna guess the blondie on your shoulder isn't a snack for Night Crawler?

"Nope, think you can do me a favor?"

"Depends, what is it?"

"Remember Rin?"

"The chick you were pen pals with? What about her?

"Long story short, this guy along with someone else kidnapped her, erased parts of her memory and he's keeping her god knows where. I need you to go through his memories and see if you can find where he's keeping her"

"I see, alright, but you owe me. Any description of how 'Rin' looks like?"

"She has long brown hair, fairly pale skin and a geo vision. Although I wouldn't be surprised if goldie locks over here took it from her"

A sudden pause insues, the entity looking down in confusion. "I don't believe you've met her yet Vermilion. If you have you wouldn't shut up about it"

They shift uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of the piercing gaze of their friend.

"Vermilion, what did you do?"

"..."

"I said, what did you do"

Huffing, they roll their eyes, wings lowering in guilt. "Okay, I mayyy have given her a couple 'secret' visits in the past"

"That's called stalking my guy" the entity says with a dead panned expression.

"Look, I know it was wrong, I know I probably owe an apology, but I just wanted to keep her safe. I kept tabs on her from time to time to make sure she's alright, but then this whole thing started and I couldn't find her anymore and I panicked. I tried searching high and low, but I couldn't find a trace of where she was. Then I heard that she's in Mondstadt and I felt relieved. I didn't wanna make a scene, so I wrote her a letter first and that's when we became pen pals. It was wierd. She didn't remember meeting me in Liyue, she didn't remember Zhongli, he's her husband for fucks sake. Then she started talking about 'Albedo' in her letters and well, we can see the outcome of whatever he did. It's just a whole mess at this point. I wanted to keep her safe and I couldn't even do that..." They stop to take a breath frustration obviously getting to them as tears start to swell up in their eyes.

"She was the first human to treat me like a person. I still remember it as clear as day. I happened to see her when she was taking a walk in Guili planes and a bunch of treasure hoarders attacked her. She was keeping her ground quite well, but she was outnumbered and getting tired, so I decided to step in. After all of that was done she insisted on treating me to dinner at their home as a thank you. All I could think of at the time was 'She isn't afraid of me?'. Then I met Zhongli and he introduced me to the adepti. Overall, Liyue started feeling like a home and I owe it all to her, so please, do me this one favor?"

Sighing, the entity rubbed it's temples. "I didn't need your sob story you know, but never mind that. Set Alberto, or whatever his name was down so I can start working"

"1. It's Albedo. 2. On what? The non-existent floor?"

"You and I both know this is my own personal pocket dimension and physics bend to my will here. Just trust me and put him down"

Throwing him off of their shoulder, they set him down and he began to float seemingly in mid-air. A look of disgust flashes across their face when they realise blood from the minor wounds the alchemist sustained had gotten on their clothing.

"Doesn't he get cold with only a t-shirt on?"

"He had a coat, but it got ripped up during our fight and he took it off during our fight. To be honest, I'm not sure if he can even feel cold"

"Oh, ok, gotcha"

"Let's see what we can find"

(Sorry this is so long 😭 Also may or may not have gotten lazy on the drawings.)

Flashes of memories rushed through the entity's mind.

"Hi! Albedo, right?"

".... Do you know me?"

The girl blinks and starts to fidget nervously on her foot. Her whole body language turns into timid nervousness in an instant, and her hand played around the little decoration tied to her vision, which shone with bright geo energy.

"Er- Yes? I mean, you approached me at the inn and thanked me for keeping Klee company....."

"Oh. I see."

His gaze briefly sweeps over the patterns on her outfit.

"I apologize. I remember now. You're Klee's friend who hails from Liyue. You'll have to forgive me - I am not that good at remembering faces or names."

"Hey, no worries, me too!" the excited twinkle returned to her eyes, "I'm Meirin! But you can call me Mei, or Rin, if it's too long!"

"Is that ring a keepsake?"

Her fingers ceased their movements, and she gives him a smile. But something about it felt... different, to him.

"It's my wedding ring actually. I normally store it somewhere safe, but I just wanted to... look at it a bit."

"..... You're married?"

"Oh, yes. To a very... hmm..... normal, man," she seems to find her own words amusing, for her smile widens, and he realizes - he has never seen such an expression on her face before. But he's seen them on other humans' faces, and he's heard of the term they use to describe such countenances.

Lovesick.

Disgusting.

.....

Yet, how... fascinating.

The sword feels cold against his neck, but he persisted in staring at his exact copy - no, his better version.

"I understand that as per our agreement, we agreed to live our own lives, and proposing an... alliance, at this moment, seems absurd. But are you sure you aren't curious?"

"About what?"

"About how it feels to be loved so wholly and unconditionally by someone."

"..... You're not-"

"Besides, we'll get our chance soon. A chance given by the stars."

Blades of green-yellow grass crunch under his feet. Walking briskly past the abandoned notice board, the wooden fences, and the almost dried well, he climbs up the stone steps to a rundown hut. As the door closes behind him, he sees the figure on the bed rise up slowly.

".... Oh. You're awake."

She blinks slowly and nods, but only continues to stare at him silently.

He walks towards the rickety bed and sits on its edge, watching her sluggish movements.

"Bedo."

"Yes, starlight?"

"I dreamt."

"What did you dream of?"

"The... that.......... color."

"Color?"

"....... Amber."

"....."

"Amber eyes."