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[therosebookshop]

Paper Rings

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Contains/Warnings: non mc y/n, so much fluff literally drown in it not sorry, smoking of 🍃 and drinking mentions, besotted dragon man hehe, mentions of past sad myth endings, kinda mesh storyline, not proofread

A/N: this was short but made me very happy

Inspo: the wedding banner and paper rings by Taylor swift

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It had been a very long day for both of you. He’d had so many meetings, negotiations, and borderline fights, and you’d had to deal with SO many jerks at your job. When you got home you gave him lots and lots of kisses that he was more than happy to receive- one kiss for a long day, two kisses because you were unstoppable together, three kisses cause you’d waited so long to see him.

That night, when the moon was high and you were fast asleep, he remembered your first meeting. He’d been invited to a party by the twins, a very causal one they’d told him. Casual apparently meant weed and alcohol passed around, before a lot of passing out in blow up mattresses. Everybody but you and him had gotten high, and you’d become friends that night. Perhaps he’d already been in love with you then, having done some.. research- not stalking, no never- on your interests through your social media accounts. You liked fantasy books, he learned.

The cold wine you two drank late one night reminded him of the two weeks after you had a fight, over something small and petty that neither one of you remembered, you’d threatened to block him and he’d given you the cold shoulder when the very rare occasions you came across each other in the N109 zone. It made him smile now, now that he could wake up just to watch you sleep and breathe oh-so peacefully.

That winter you convinced him to jump into the pool after the twins broke the ice, almost freezing but laughing the whole time. He jumped into after you, always to follow you. Your fingers were blue after, the same shade he remembered helping you paint your brother’s room, because you’d made him help- you’d claimed you needed a tall helper, but he was convinced you’d spent more time ogling him then working.

Watching you carefully fold together a paper ring using a napkin while at some 70s themed diner, measuring his finger before folding painstakingly, made him smile. It had been such an accident, falling for you, dating. He didn’t like accidents, they were trouble in his line of work, anything not on purpose and carefully planned he didn’t like. But he hadn’t planned you to arrive on his doorstep crying and soaking wet after your ex dumped you, hadn’t planned on you looking so cute in an oversized shirt of his, certainly hadn’t planned on making dinner with you that night and kissing while the food cooked.

He treasured his gems, his fine jewels. But seeing the twin paper rings, you taking pictures of them on your hands, he thought he might even marry you with these paper rings. Marry you no matter what. He’d never been with you in his past lives, but this one.. maybe he’d get lucky enough. Photos of your wedding on his study wall, you in his arms during a scary movie for protection, dreaming of a wedding with you.

You were more precious than any of his gems, he thought.

[therosebookshop]

Firefly and Lovebug

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Warnings/Contains: so much fluff, mention of his mind control but its not used, you’re super introverted and antisocial and he’s the exception

A/N: I’m tired of this grandpa I say as the claws of inspiration drag me from my month long stay at no motivation. And even so it took me over an hour and a half ahahaiapsokdjfjf 💔🥀

Inspo: bro idk I just want fluff with Mychael

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You’re an introvert. Always have been? Parties. Headache. Small talk? Get me out of here. Dating? No thanks, the risk is too big. Even a simple dinner with friends or family is tiring. Which is why you really don’t have any friends. Or talk to your family much.

Still, at this point you could start an animal sanctuary. You housesit often for people with pets- you actually get a decent amount of money from that, because you cater to nearly any animal as long as they can be brought to you and you’re given a list of things they can or can’t have. You have a pair of hens named Bertha and Quasimodo (one is slightly hunchbacked) in the backyard who are tag marked and everybody nearby knows, a wild bunny you’ve named Floppy who comes around for carrots every day, a pet cat named S’mores, and a flock of ravens you feed and who bring you trinkets. You have a garden for greens and pretty flowers in window boxes. You’re happy. Your job lets you work from home, when you have to go out you blast music through your headphones and give anybody who comes near a stink eye, and you have sweet pets.

And then S’mores goes missing. She does like to roam, you know that. And everybody who lives nearby knows her. If she got too far, no doubt somebody would return her. She’s very fast when she wants to be, so it’s unlikely she got hit by a car. You put up missing posters, pray to Artemis and Hekate she’s safe and will come home, and can do nothing but wait.

But when it’s three days later and still nothing, you turn your eyes to the forest across the road. You’ve never gone in very far- just a little bit, maybe, out of curiosity. You heard once that people have gone missing in there. And, well, you pray to the Greek gods- you believe in spirits. Bad mojo. That stuff. It’s entirely possible S’mores went in and.. got eaten up by the trees.

Well. You may be a coward when it comes to anything relating to socializing and humans, but NOT when it comes to nature. You know nature. One reads a lot when they isolate.

You pack a backpack- flashlight, food, water, a compass, a spare sweater just in case, a first-aid kit because you never know, a leash for your cat when you find her- not if, when. You will find your baby. And if not alive, then.. well, you’ll take the body home and bury her in the backyard.

You sleep early and wake up with the sun, a little grumpy and unwilling when you chug hot cocoa and down some breakfast. You’ll be a little messed up, sleep schedule wise, but you need lots of sunlight to find your baby.You dress reasonably- jeans, walking shoes, short- sleeved shirt, a parka. It is summer, but you don’t know if there’s poison ivy or something. And you set out.

You search for hours. Truly. You take a break when you think it might be noon but the sun is partially blocked by all the pretty trees and you don’t know. You pspspsps, call for Smores until you’re forced to stop because your throat hurts, just sip water, and walk until you tire and your feet hurt. And when you pass the same rock three times- you know it’s the same, you took a pebble from the ground and drew an X on it just in case you get lost- you swear. You don’t know what to do. You left your phone at home because you knew there wouldn’t be signal- and anyways, who would you call, the only neighbor you were acquainted with enough to have their number was Vida, but you remembered them going away for… was it college? Or something. Actually, you couldn’t remember.

You keep walking until you tire, still looking for your baby, and come across a pretty mushroom ring. You’re sleepy, and admiring the pretty mushrooms. You wanna take a nap. You’ve been walking a lot, after all. And searching is hard work. So why wouldn’t you? You lay down in the mushroom ring- ignoring the faint smell of… rot the mushrooms, and fall asleep.

You think you hear the soft murmur of a voice, warm strong arms lifting you, a comfy bed and warm blanket. A gentle hand stroking your hair while you sleep. You sleep for awhile. Don’t wake up until the next day. And when you do, you can’t move.

The man who saved you- he’s a little… eccentric. Not in a bad way. He’s actually really cute. And silly. And fluffy. And gods, why is he so tall? He’s gotta be over six feet, kinda bulky though you can’t tell from his cute baggy clothes. You haven’t crushed on anybody real in so long. And he’s actually so sweet to you. You’re used to people being jerks, but he tells you what happened, offers for you to stay because it’s late. And, well, you already did chores, didn’t let the chickens out. So sure. You accept.

And yeah, you don’t like people. Duh. But he seems different, sweet, and you’re for once not uneasy. You help him cook, eat with him, ask him some questions. He doesn’t seem to mind them at all. Which is really nice of him.

You stay the night. Make breakfast with him. You’re sure you’re a little smelly, but he doesn’t say anything, even after you freshened up a bit with bar soap and sink water. And when you find out what he really is.. wow. You’re not scared. Not really. Just in awe of how cute he is.

You stay longer. The only real reason you wanna go home is because of your chickens- although you know one of your neighbors has the code to your backyard gate and can take care of them, a measure you took when you got too sick to take care of them once- so you’re not too worried. And you fall even harder for him.

He’s so stupidly cute and sweet. You ask him to help you look for your cat and he does. He knows his way around the forest well, and after a couple days of searching, you admit it to yourself. You’re brokenhearted and you cry while he hesitantly hugs you. Your cat is gone, and you’re never getting sweet S’mores back. You just hope some family took her in and she’s not dead.

You love his chickens. Love how utterly cute he is holding them. He’s so cute overall, you can’t get over it. Cute when you tease him and he turns blue, when you make a shoddy attempt at flirting and he doesn’t get it, confused little head tilts until you explain and he turns blue and tries to hide his eyes with his hair.

How long do you even stay there for? Time blends together. You don’t even realize he’s getting closer, how intently he stares at you sometimes. How when he hugs you he lingers, enjoys how you feel, purrs. You adore when he purrs, and it makes him purr harder.

You stay there for probably a week or more. It’s late one night, cuddling in bed, his head on your chest, that you finally speak. “I should go home.”

He looks up, all four eyes wide and scared. Your hand pauses in stroking his hair. “Go home? But isn’t here home, firefly?”

You cup his face, stroke his cheek. Affection comes so easy when it’s towards him, and you didn’t realize how touchstarved you were until you hugged him that first time. And he loves it. Loves being so loved by his sweet firefly, all the kisses and hugs and compliments. It flusters him to no end. “Here is home, lovebug. I’m so happy here. But.. my animals at home. And my garden and everything.”

He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want to use his powers on you, but if he has to in order to keep you…

“But, um, I was thinking.. maybe I could.. move in? Bring my chickens with yours, bring my flower boxes, my clothes, some of my books and some other stuff probably. But, if you wanted..” You look embarrassed. Flustered.

“You’d move in with me?” He’s so surprised. You nod.

“Mhm. If you wanted.”

Of course he does. You’d be all his, and he’d be all yours. No other people, no distractions. He can’t think of anything better.

It takes nearly a week and lots of trips with a pair of wagons to move in. You move the other stuff into a storage place with his help after, sell your house and car. And then you’re all his.

He never really wants more than lots of cuddles and kisses and affection in terms of intimacy. And you’re fine with that, in all honesty. If he ever wanted to try more, you’d be so up for it. But you don’t want to push his boundaries. So for now it’s cuddles and kisses in early morning light and cooking with him while his tail loops around your leg, and calling the chickens your kids and having picnics.

When he notices you like to nap outside in one specific spot the sun hits just right, he lays some blankets and pillows out in a cozy nest and sunbathes with you. You praise him endlessly until he’s bright blue and tries to hide in his sweater. And he brings you lots of gifts- flowers, rocks, a rabbit who was surprisingly domesticated, other pretty things.

He doesn’t quite understand the idea of marriage. But if he did.. gods, you’d already be wedded to him.

[therosebookshop]

Beloved of the Anemo Archon

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Warnings/Contains: overworked user, comfort, a tiny bit of angst, slightly ooc venti (just a bit),

A/N: started this a week ago, wrote it in about fourty minutes

Inspo: my own imagination

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You drop yourself down at the base of the Symbol of Mondstat’s Hero, exhausted. You opened your bakery about a week ago after years of saving every possible cent. And you’re overjoyed about it, truly you are. You’ve dreamed about opening your own bakery in Mondstat City since you were a child. But you’re the only employee, and a lot of people like your baked goods. Mondstat is known for its alcohol consumption from even young ages, and apparently- according to a few now-regular patrons that reek of alcohol, your goods pair very well with alcohol.

It’s tiring. Running around, checking on things baking to make sure they’re perfect, checking on customers. There are brief periods of time while working when you can take a breath, but even people passing through come into the shop, so it’s a lot of people per day.

Today is your first day off. You feel a little bad about closing the shop for the day, but you nearly had a full breakdown from overworking yourself last night, so you know it’s for the best. Besides, it’s only one day. Maybe it’s not much, but it’s enough to recharge your batteries.

You let out a sigh, sprawling out under the tree, looking up at the canopy. The wind swirls around you, bringing the sounds of a lyre being strum, and you sit up, looking around for the source of the sound. A familiar face rounds the tree, and a smile lights up your face. Venti, the bard. Your best friend, maybe even your only friend.

“Hello there, Windblume~ I thought I heard the sounds of another person.” He makes his way over, sitting down beside you and smiling. You give him a hug and he lets out a little laugh before hugging you back.

“I missed you, Venti. I’ve been so busy, I forgot to tell you I couldn’t see your performance at the plaza yesterday.” You say.

“Aww, I missed you too. You don’t have to apologize, you know.” He pulls back, studying your face. “You look tired, Windblume. Are you okay?”

You’ve always been a little bit of an emotional person. Tears have always come easily, even more so when somebody shows concern to you. That, added with your built up stress and slightly fragile emotional state makes tears well into your eyes.

His expression, normally so cheerful, softens, pretty eyes worried. “Oh, Windblume..”

You sniffle, trying not to let the tears slip down as he cups your face with uncharacteristic tenderness to wipe away the tears brimming at your eyes and to kiss your forehead. “‘M sorry, I probably ruined your good mood-“

“Hey, don’t apologize. It’s alright. I’d be in a much better mood if you were happy too. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says soothingly, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. Your arms slide around his waist, crying softly. Comforted in his arms, safe, the world finally slow and quiet, you finally let the built-up stress out.

“W-Work at my bakery has been so busy in such a short t-time.” You struggle to keep your words clear as you explain, tears sliding down your face. “A-And I’m glad I’m making so much Mora, I really am. But I’m the only employee, I haven’t been able to hire anybody, and I don’t have any family or friends to ask for help with it, and it’s so much work for one person.”

He stays silent for a moment, hand rubbing up and down your back, cheek against the top of your head. Thinking, or pondering. The tears still come, soft and sliding down. You’ve never cried in somebody’s arms before. It’s… well, not nice to cry, but it’s nice to have somebody there while you do.

“Maybe I could try to help you. I could serve customers. Or I could try to find somebody who wouldn’t mind working there.” He said after a moment of thinking. “And even if that doesn’t work, I’m here for you, darling Windblume. Whenever you need a hug, or a break, or even somebody to laugh with, come and find me. I’m sure that no matter how far away I am, the wind will carry your voice right to me.”

You rub your eyes, trying to stop the tears, looking up at him. “Really? You’d help me? And be there when I need you?”

He smiles softly. His eyes look a little sad, like he’s remembering something. “How could I not? You’re a very dear friend to me, after all.”

He studies you for a moment. “How about you take a nap and I play you a little tune, hm? I won’t let any harm come to you while you sleep.”

Your head ends up on his thighs, so soft and squishy and warm you don’t think you want to ever move your head. You look up, up at him as he strums his lyre and plays you a little tune, up at the massive tree. His voice sounds so soothing and pleasant and nice, your eyes can’t help but drift shut, enjoying the warm breeze that’s stirred up, keeping you nice and cozy, and the dappled sunlight on your eyelids, and how comfy his thighs are under your head.

When you fall asleep, you hear him murmur, “Sleep well, my sweet Windblume. May the wind carry sweet dreams to you.”

[therosebookshop]

You rick rolled me you despicable individual >:(

God forbid a girl have a little fun 😔

[therosebookshop]

An Unhealthy Obsession

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Warnings/Contains: Dead dove? Yeah, dead dove; yandere, yandere, yandere; not cringy yandere, if you’re looking for yansim type yandere you will not find that here; stalking on both sides; mentally unwell on both sides yeah duh; gender neutral pronouns and reader as always; you’re aware you’re fucked in the head and why, but therapy is expensive; an ‘accidental’ murder; I hc sol to have a tongue piercing because god knows he should’ve had one, that creep from the arcade but this time bbg Sol is there to save you first <3

A/N: um hi I got sucked in by sol and for any followers sorry I’ve been absent I have ✨burnout✨ so

Inspo: a tumblr post and the title came from ‘An Unhealthy Obsession’ by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

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Yandere.

A mix of two words- yanderu, “to be sick,” and deredere, “lovestruck.” Most of the time, yandere are portrayed to be sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

You know you have a problem. Something wrong in your brain, having developed from your childhood abandonment and neglect. The need to be loved turned into an obsession with a boy in kindergarten. You’d thought he would be perfect for you, because he seemed so sweet and caring. And well.. that girl you’d pushed into traffic one day after she’d given him a flower and they’d sat together at lunch had been an accident, of course. A horrible, tragic one.

Your obsessions had never been this bad. Of course, some of them had been over fictional characters. Some had been over real boys in school, but they had never returned your feelings. And you’d cried your heart out after the rejections. You simply didn’t understand why they didn’t love you. You’d stalk them to see what they liked, change your clothing and your personality and everything, just for them. To be their type.

But this obsession… had turned so bad.

He plagued your every thought. His gorgeous eyes, pretty hair, nice hands. His lips, his arms, how tall he was. Everything about him was so perfect. He was perfect. The fact that he didn’t seem to have many friends.. well, that was okay. When you finally got him as yours, he wouldn’t need anybody else. He’d have you.

You’d gained a reputation as a weird kid, one that had apparently followed you to your new college. There was a boy at the back of your class, who was nearly always accompanied by a boy who was about a head shorter, blue hair. You were jealous. But you weren’t stupid. No, you had to plan carefully to dispose of the boy.

Years. Painful years, of learning about the object of your obsession. You had a whole wall in your closet covered in Polaroids of Sol, each one neatly dated on the back in a green marker that matched the green in his hair. You had shoeboxes full of Polaroids of him, too, all of those neatly dated in legible handwriting and stacked by date. You followed him home once to set up a camera in his bedroom, complete with a mic, right near his bed to hear him sleep. You recorded it once, for if you ever needed the comforting sounds of your darling to sleep and he wasn’t available. Surprisingly, it was hard to learn anything about him just from searching his name- a lot of the kids here were from richer families, more popular families. So you simply stalked him, learned everything about him you could, and kept note of everything about him in a black hardcover notebook, kept on your person at all times.

Every little tick, nervous habit, anything. Noted. How his tongue prodded at hot food before taking a bite. The absolutely hot looking tongue piercing he had. The cute way he fiddled with his sleeves sometimes, or tapped his foot. When people were being annoying he rolled his eyes, or crossed his arms. He had a sibling-like relationship with his best friend, and you had a few pictures of his cute little pout when he was teased.

You learned from careful observation that he was in the nurse's office every other day, so you started to give yourself little injuries to be in the office too. A cut, a bruise, other injuries.

Little did you know he was obsessed with you too. You'd heard this town could be dangerous for pretty young women at night, but you hadn't ever had any issues. Because he followed you home every night. Why would you need a recording of him sleeping when he climbed into your room through your window and spooned you every night? He knew about all the Polaroids and everything. And it made him more obsessed, that you felt the same way about him.

You started to leave him little gifts- cute ones like a tiny bouquet of geranium blooms held together with twine placed on his desk (he knew about the flower box in your living room), a hoodie casually tossed over the back of his chair (it smelled like you and was oversized, so fit him well). Or bigger gifts- a horse plushie, snacks. All of them were from you, he knew they were. It was obvious, how you'd always be at your desk, which was just a couple away from his so you could inconspicuously look at him, before he was in the classroom. How you'd watch eagerly as he put the hoodie on, or slipped the snacks or plushie into his backpack to take home.

Then came the day in art class- three Expressionism drawings. You weren't an artist in any form (unless taking a lot of photographs of one person counted, and it probably didn't) and anyway, even if you were, you didn't want to spend a lengthy amount of time with anybody but Sol.

Everybody moved around to their partners, and you were the only one left without one. And, as your eyes fastened on Sol... he didn't have a partner, either.

You went over, sliding into the seat beside him. "You don't have a partner, right?"

You'd never spoken to him before. Not once. You'd heard his voice so much, but now, actually face-to-face with the object of your obsessions and sleepless nights, your heart was beating out of your chest.

"No. I don't. He ditched me." He said. And god, is his voice hot.

"Well, I don't either." You have to remind yourself to breathe, even though your knee is bobbing under the desk. "Want to be partners?"

His eyes don't miss the rapid, nervous movement of your knee bobbing, heel tapping against the floor. The corners of his lip twitch slightly. Adorable.

"I don't see why not." He says finally, eyes focusing on yours, and you have to remind yourself again to breathe. His eyes are so gorgeous. Like warm honey. You could fall into them and be trapped, like a fly in amber.

"Great." And the word comes out a little breathless, a little flustered. "I'm (user), by the way." You offer your hand to shake. "What's your name?" Like you don't already know it.

He stares at your hand for a minute, as if contemplating. Then he shakes your hand. "Solvian Brugmansia. Just call me Sol."

His hand is warm and bigger than yours, unsurprising because of his height. You can't help but grin. "Nice to meet you, Sol."

You talk a little, ideas of what to draw. He had a sketchbook open on his desk, and to see it without straining your neck, you scooted your chair over, leaning into his personal space bubble. But for such an introvert, he didn't seem to mind one bit.

He smells so good, you think. Comforting. Like paper and something akin to blood- an irony smell. And something under that, something so distinctly him you want to bury your face in his neck. You want to rest your head against him, maybe put your hand on his thigh for 'balance'. To touch him in some way.

He shifts, clears his throat, and when you glance up at him you realize his cheeks are flushed, and he looks down at you. You realize when you can see the faint blemishes on his face- oh so pretty- that you're very, very close.

You lean away, flustered and embarrased. You don't think you blush- he can see faint pink on your cheeks- but you do grin like an absolute idiot. You've learned this through playing dating games (a way to familiarize yourself with relationships, to be as good a partner as you possibly can for your future darling). You're not grinning as wide as if he had flustered you with his words, but you've still got a smile on your face.

And almost without thinking, his hand squishes your cheeks between his fingers to tilt your face up. You're so pretty, he thinks, those eyes never looking away from his, eyes that he could spend hours staring into. With the faint blush coloring your cheeks and the smile on your lips, you could be a perfect subject to draw.

"Stay like that for me." He murmured softly. "I'm going to draw you for this project."

Your lips parted, cheeks growing red, even if you couldn't feel their warmth. He opened up a page of his sketchbook, releasing your face to start sketching. He tells you how to pose- your chin on your palms, head tilted slightly. You watch him as he sketches, how focused he is, his lower lip caught with his teeth. Your eyes soften. He's gorgeous like this, pretty eyes occasionally flickering between the page and you.

Your eyes unfocus, simply staring at him. When he looks up his eyes lock with yours. He can practically see hearts in your eyes, adoration in your gaze. His cheeks turn red. You're adorable this way, oh-so-pretty. Stunning, really.

There's not enough time to finish the drawing within class, so while everybody files out he makes you stay there, finishing the sketch. When he's done he closes his sketchbook and stuffs it into his bag. "I'll show you when I color it in." He says as you grab your stuff and exit the classroom.

Out in the hallway, the two of you stand off to the side. "Since we're, um, gonna be partners, we should exchange numbers. To keep in touch and talk about projects and stuff." You add.

Please, please, please-

“Yeah. Here, put your number in.” He pulls out his phone and opens the contact app before handing it to you. You couldn't stop grinning as you typed in your number and handed his phone back. Your phone went off- a text from an unknown number, no doubt him.

You changed his contact nickname to 'Darling ♡ ' in your phone, grinning to yourself. You're so much shorter than him, he can easily see your phone screen, and he smiles to himself. He's added your contact name as 'Pumpkin'.

The obsession was so obvious.

Over the next few days of the project, the two of you ended up hanging out a lot. Usually at each other's apartment. You even went to the arcade with Sol while Hyugo went and saw a movie nearby.

It was really a cute arcade date, and you dressed as cute as possible that day- oversized sweater, baggy pants, oversized chunky boots that you sometimes lost your balance in... but it was fine, because you always had Sol to lean into for balance.

At the arcade, you played games together, laughing. Sol went to get more tokens and you insisted on sticking by his side. Somebody brushed past you, and in your horrible balanced fashion, you stumbled.

Sol caught you by the waist, steadying you. "Are you okay?"

He seemed to realize what he'd done and cleared his throat, moving his arm, but you stopped him, lacing your fingers with his, begging he wouldn't freak. His cheeks went bright red but he didn’t pull away, and you grinned to yourself as you went up to the counter with him, giving him a cute little side hug while he bought some more tokens. His cheeks were even redder now. It was adorable seeing him like this.

The cashier smiled at the two of you. "How long have you been a couple for?" You hastily released him. Sure, you knew that could be considered slightly romantic, but-

"Not long at all." His arm loops around your waist to tuck you into his side. Your face flushes a bright red. He looks down at you, noticing your blush, and his cheeks turn a pretty pink.

When you get more tokens you go to plushie machines. One of them has horse plushies. You give Sol, who's at a claw machine with plushies of your favorite animal in it, a quick look before going to the machine and putting in a token.

You're laser focused on it, cheering when you get the plushie. You don't even notice when an unfamiliar man comes up to you with a sleazy look, his two bodyguards in tow. He throws an arm around your waist, and you startle away from him, horse plushie clutched in your arms.

"Hey there, pretty. You alone?" He reeks of tobacco, and your nose wrinkles.

"No, I'm here with my boy-" You try to back up, but you bump into one of his bodyguards that blocks your way.

"What kind of boyfriend would leave a pretty thing like you all by yourself? C'mon, come with me, pet. I'll show you a good time." He starts to try to pull you away, but you stomp on his foot, hard, and run. Sol was nearby, he can protect you-

You collide right into Sol, and he keeps you from falling, eyes darting over your face with concern. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" The cute little pet name slips from his lips without him even realizing.

"This man- he grabbed me- he wanted me to go with him but I ran-" You're shaking, Sol can tell, the horse plushie still clutched in your arms. His eyes literally darken in anger, looking up and around for the man who dared to touch you without your permission.

I'm gonna kill him.

He gives you a hug, and you hug him back tightly, the horse plushie held in your hand, the bag of other prizes you two had collectively won bumping against your back as he held it in his hand. "It's okay, I'm here now."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, lingering. You smell amazing. He should find out what scent you wear, so he can buy one for himself.

But he should focus on the situation at hand. He runs his fingers through your hair. "It's okay. Let's go, yeah?"

So you walk home with him, and he holds your hand, keeping you close. Your hands are cold, and he pauses, setting the bag down at your feet and holding your hand to his mouth. His cheeks redden as he kisses the back of your hands, and you blush too.

He's so pretty. And so, so close. His eyes lock with yours, and you see the same sort of adoration and obsession in his eyes that are often in yours when you look at him.

And it makes your breath catch. He feels the same way. That's what that look has to mean.

He holds your hand the rest of the way to your cozy little apartment and you invite him in. He accepts, of course, acting like he's never been inside your apartment- he knows it like the back of his hand.

And maybe you do kiss him that night. Maybe he stays over, cuddling in your bed with you. Maybe more happens. But you're his. And he's yours.

But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—

[therosebookshop]

Strawberry Mentos

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Contains/Warning: lots of kissing sorry not sorry how else is he supposed to taste candy from you; sugar addiction? maybe? definitely; you also probably have a sugar addiction; hes a himbo its canon dont lie to me; pet names (Chīsai- small in japanese)

A/N: alas it’s always so short I have no energy

Song: Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone

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Itto's always had a massive sweet tooth. A lot of his allowance he spends on sweets- mainly lollipops. When you two started dating, he would steal kisses from you at every opportunity, saying "You're sweeter then any candy, how could I not want to kiss you?"

You worked at a sweet shop, and a lot of times he'd scoop you up and kiss you all over your face. You smelled like sweets a lot, like pure sugar, and he loved it.

You were a lot smaller then him, so when you went anywhere with him, he'd pick you up and carry you, usually setting you on his shoulders for the best view. He was an absolute sweetheart- even when he was busy with the Gang and you had work, he made efforts to spend as much time with you. He made sure you got along well with the gang and that they were respectful- you didn't know he'd borderline threatened them.

And he wasn't afraid of telling you just how much he loved you, in detail. Every little thing he loved about you, and sometimes he'd repeat himself. Your last relationship hadn't been great- a lack of communication and he simply didn't care- so the fact that Itto did his best to make you feel so very loved made you feel even more loved.

At some point when you kissed him, he started to taste like chocolate, and you loved it. Dark chocolate was your favorite sweet, and you knew he had to be eating it for you to taste it. And it was absolutely adorable.

You started to eat more lollipops- lavender melon ones- and whenever he noticed your tongue was purple he'd try to kiss you as much as possible, picking you up off your feet. Sometimes in his haste to kiss you to taste the candy he missed your lips, kissing your cheek or the corner of your mouth instead, and it was even more cute.

"Chīsai, let me kiss youuuu!" He would whine until you relented.

Everything about you two was sweet. Honestly? You were addicted to the sweets on his lips, to the cute way he grinned when he tasted his favorite candy on you.

He was more than a little dumb, but he was yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[therosebookshop]

God of the Sea's Obsession

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Contains/Warnings: slightly dead dove (yandere man, very very obsessed and not hiding it), pretty man, we're a monsterfucker sorry not sorry, we're ngl as obsessed with him as he is with us but we show it differently

A/N: Happy birthday to my siren princess <3333. this is literally just about him and his obsession with you. i procrastinated for this alas. Credits to Wrath of the Sea God by @/poisonf0rest for some of the ideas on Raffys nonhuman traits

Song: None

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When you first met Rafayel, there was something different about him, something off. Maybe it was his eyes, extremely gorgeous, the colors inhuman, pulling you in and trapping you there. They changed sometimes, with how the light hit them, swirling the colors like the water.

Or his voice. You were never able to tell him no, especially when he put his arms around you and got down to look up at you with his pleading eyes. Sometimes he'd be speaking, talking about a painting he was working on, and you'd get entranced by his voice, time passing rapidly. He seemed amused whenever it happened, but pouty because you hadn't heard what he said.

The day you met him, you were at an art exhibition your friend had dragged you to. She had disappeared, taking your tickets with her, and while you were looking at an artwork of a beautiful underwater ruin, a security guard came up behind you. "Ma'am, can I see your ticket? Somebody's snuck into the gallery and we're trying to find them." The guard asked. You turned around. "I came here with a friend and she has our tickets, but she wandered away, if I can go find her then-" "No ticket, you shouldn't be in here. Come with me." Out of nowhere, a hand was placed right on your waist, arm around your waist. "She's actually with me, so you don't have to worry about her ticket. Right, cutie?" You looked up, a little startled. "U-Um, yeah." And after that, he insisted accompanying you around the art exhibition until you found your friend again. He also slipped you his number.

Sometimes you wondered absently if he was human. There were moments when he was so relaxed, usually with his head on your chest, eyes shut, that he seemed to not breathe. He'd go still, and you'd go stiff, until he abruptly started to breathe again. And other times, usually when you were reading a book or focused on some other task, you'd randomly look up and find him just staring at you, smiling faintly, unblinking.

To say he was obsessed was an understatement. He had literal sketchbooks full of drawings of you. He could spend hours on a single sketch while you read, trying to perfect it. But in his eyes, nothing was as perfect as his muse. Nothing would be able to perfectly capture your likeness. Not even the photos he took of you almost constantly. You'd seen the album in his phone dedicated simply to you, and it was massive. He spoiled you rotten. Something you mentioned wanting on a whim? Purchased. Something you thought was cute while you were out with him? Bought and in your hands. When you went to the arcade, he'd use his powers to get you every single plushie.

He absolutely adored your body, too. He didn't care if you were plush and squishy, or if you were skinny, tall or short. Ass or thighs didn't apply. it was everything. literally anything you did, simply anything, made him love you more. The way your thighs expanded when you sat down? Perfect for pillows and for suffocation. How short you were? Perfect for cuddling. Tall? Sexy as hell. It was unlikely you were taller than him (maybe you were with heels) but you could pull him in easier. Any insecurities, he would kiss until you giggled from the loving pecks and soft butterfly kisses.

You spoiled him with love. At every opportunity, you kissed him. He loved it when you wore lipstick, especially red lipstick. When you put it on, he insisted you cover his face, neck, and chest peeking out from his shirt in lipstick marks. He would beam proudly when you did, and wouldn't wash them off even if he left the house. You gave him a lot of hugs, too, and his safest place was cuddled in your arms, head against your chest, big or small. He fell asleep in your arms every night, content to breathe in the smell of your shampoo/conditioner or your lingering perfume.

He was utterly whipped for you. And honestly, he couldn't have it any other way.

[therosebookshop]

Beloved of the Dragon

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Contains/Warnings: fluff, dragon Neuvi because I said so, it’s short, rich judge man because yes

A/N: yall liked my birb xiao Drabble so here you go

Inspo: none

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Everybody knows Monsieur Neuvilette is a busy man. He’s the Chief Justice, after all. He has court cases, as well as the task of presiding over Fontaine. And his being detached from humans so much leads people to perceive him as cold, aloof, quiet. Not many people ever see him in public or at all anyway.

But you do. You’re the first person he’s ever loved. It was uncomfortable at first, a lot of learning and firsts and trial and error. But now he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. You help him with some of his paperwork as his secretary, which is how you two met. And you two always walk home together. He makes you take at least a day off per week, and on those days when he gets home dinner is ready and your arms are open for him.

Speaking of those days, they’re his favorite. He doesn’t care about your body insecurities- if you’re thin or if you’re skinny, if you have small or big assets. When you’re cuddled up to him in bed after dinner and a bath together, you’re in his arms, him pressing loving kisses to your skin. And when he’s comfortable enough to be in his dragon form with you? You’re cuddled against a dragon body, pinned under an arm and tucked against his cool scales.

Words of affection are hard for him. But physical affection is so much easier. So are gifts. He’s rich, enough money to spoil you for your whole life, despite how he lives. You talk about something you saw in a shop? It’s in your hands the next day. You mention craving a food? He’s buying you so much of it that you’re stuffed. You’re exhausted from a day of work? So is he, and you’ll be tucked under his dragon form, content against his chest, his head resting on you.

Dragons are fiercely protective of what’s theirs. It’s not blatantly obvious, since he’s not seen with you much in public as anything more then boss and secretary, but a few months into dating and there’s a lot of hickeys on your neck- and on places hidden by clothes- and you’re covered in his smell, and right on your neck is his mark- a bite with a hydro symbol at the center.

And you’re the prettiest thing in his collection of treasures. He likes buying you expensive clothes to wear around the house- for his eyes only, of course- and seeing you in them, all dressed up in silks and exported materials.

And when he proposes, without hesitation you say yes. You’re mortal. And he’s not. There are ways to make a mortal immortal, through a curse or something similar. But he would never force you to be immortal just for him, to forever be by his side. Even if Fontaine will drown from his tears if you chose to stay mortal and die, he would do it.

Because you’re simply more important.

[therosebookshop]

A Mate’s Special Touch

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Contains/Warnings: tiny bit of angst (his wings being gone, we all know he would’ve had them), clingy Xiao (self indulgent sue me), mentions of bird habits and mating

A/N: Saw a yt short about the difference between petting vs stroking ur birds and the meaning and I was suddenly inspired

Inspo: see above

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He didn’t let people get close to him. It was more a fear of contaminating them with his karmic debt then being antisocial, and that was what he told people such as the Traveler. It was the truth mostly, so he didn’t care.

But when you came around and you, like those other rare people, squeezed in through the barriers around his heart, he wouldn’t let anybody but you touch him. In fact, he tried to seek it out and ask for it in his own ways- light brushes of skin on skin, leaning against you, holding you a bit tighter when you wanted a hug. There was something special about your touch and he loved it. Craved it, even, after oh-so long of no touch, hardly any contact.

Anytime anybody- and he meant anybody- but you tried to touch him, even the Traveler, he would puff up like a bird and glare at them. He may not have had wings to puff up for intimidation anymore, but he sure tried. Even the slightest brush made him grumble indignantly and want to scrub his skin, but he wanted you to touch him, to stroke his hair or his back.

You could feel, under his clothes, hidden carefully, the stubs of wings. The broken bone, the still tender skin. He wishes he still has his wings to tuck you into. He knows you would’ve loved them, would’ve helped to preen his feathers into place, would’ve cuddled into them. But they’re gone now, taken from him cruelly.

You still love him despite the scars, the marks, the imperfections. And he adores you for it. He leaves you gifts, anything he thinks you’ll like, on the railing of your room balcony. Sometimes you’ll find him perched there at nighttime. He likes it more than the balcony most people look for him on, because you’ve decorated even the balcony.

When you speak even the first two letters of his name he’s there, already tucked under your arm. Your touch is like a soothing balm on his corrupted soul. Some nights he’s so worried about his karmic debt hurting you, especially with how much skin-on-skin contact you have with him. For hours he’ll struggle to keep himself away from you, from your touch and your cuddles.

But he eventually succumbs to the want to cuddle up and be content like a bird tucked under their mother’s wing. You stroke his hair, he likes that more then when you pet him like an animal- he tends to bare his little fangs at you when you do that, but he learned the hard way not to do that when you giggles about his ‘little teefies’ for several minutes.

And you don’t learn about this until you get a book about birds to learn more about his bird like tendencies, but birds only let their mates stroke them like that. Pets are platonic, but certain birds only let their mate stroke them all over. And then it clicks- the gifts, the baring of fangs when you tried to pat his head once, the happy little cooing noises when you run your hands over his back or sides, the clinginess. And when you take into account whenever even the Traveler or Mr Zhongli tries to touch him he’ll puff up and bare his fangs, but he’s always fine with your touch, it makes sense.

And now that you know what it means it’s utterly adorable. How could you not be charmed by that? That he only wants your touch? You love him even more, doting on him with kisses and more touches and making him almond tofu whenever. It’s never really official when you start dating, but the sudden appearance of lots and lots of bites and nibbles on your neck and the altogether too pleased look on Xiao’s normally emotionless face is enough for most of the people working at the inn to put two and two together.

[therosebookshop]

A Yaksha’s Karma

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Contains/Warns: he’s down bad and in Egypt apparently (de Nile), gn reader, short as him, not proofread sorry we die like teppei, mentions of his karmic debt

A/N: been obsessed with xiao and a couple other characters, found some Drabble prompts and the only one that stood out to me reminded me of xiao, so here it is. I’ve been busy, tired, and writers blocked, hopefully I can start to write more soon. It, like everything else I’ve been doing, has been painfully short.

Inspo: idk

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Why were you always calling for him?

It was annoying at times. He wanted to tell you to stop calling for him, but he simply couldn’t. It was such frivolous matters. The fact that you made almond tofu specifically for him whenever you ate, that you carried the ingredients on you no matter what.. you’d even started to smell a bit like almonds. The fact that when you were at Liyue Harbor’s stalls, or markets elsewhere, you’d call for him and ask him if he wanted anything- if you had some spare Mora. He couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed with you too much.

Especially because it made you so happy when he ate the almond tofu or accepted your gift. He could never ignore your summons. He would never admit it, except perhaps to Zhongli- who seemed to have a smile on his face whenever Xiao would speak of you- but he liked when you called for him. To love enjoy the company of a mortal, a fragile, precious mortal, was dangerous.

Yet here he was, relaxing with you under a tree after a meal, chatting happily. He told you of some things he’d seen recently in his quiet, growling voice and you chattered on, happy as always, about the things you’d seen.

After awhile, you both went silent, simply enjoying the presence of the other. You rested your head on his shoulder after a moment, and he stiffened. He hadn’t felt this in.. maybe ever.

“You should stay away from me. My karmic debt could hurt you.” He said quietly.

You turn your head to gaze up at him. “I don’t care.”

He looks at you, your face so close to his. His heart speeds up. He’s never been so close to anybody, ever. Not even the Traveler.

“And why not?”

You smile at him again. “I think it’ll be worth it, to be around you. You’re really nice and kind. I like you.”

Archons, how those three words made his heart rate speed up so much. You continued to do that to him.

“I.. like you, too.”

[therosebookshop]

Anatomy Practice

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Warnings/Contains: fluff, anatomy practice mentions, Rafayel definitely likes your body, fluff, kinda suggestive, idk bro

A/N: w for TikTok to show this to me on my fyp and w for my bestie, who I was on call with and watching TikTok with, to suggest this for a fanfic. It’s short but I like it

Inspo: above

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You’d come over to Rafayel’s, as you usually did on your day off, and he’d put you to work helping him while he worked. So far, you’d fetched paint, paintbrushes, held a curtain to the side so the light hit the painting he was working on just right for over an hour, and now you were hunting for a sketchbook.

You wondered if he ever cleaned. Splotches of paint seemed to be on everything, except-somehow- his white shirt. There was even paint in your black jeans. Still, you liked the splotches of color.

And on the subject of not cleaning, there was stacks of sketchbooks. He said it should have a black cover, maybe say ‘anatomy practice’ on it. Some of these sketchbooks looked like they hadn’t been touched in forever. You flipped through some idly. The sketches were always so good. You’d never been much of an artist- the people you’d tried to draw had always seemed so wrong and lopsided.

You found a black cover sketchbook and leaned back on your heels to flip through it to see if it was the one he needed. The sketches were all of somebody’s body- sitting, standing, lying, in various positions. You wondered who it was supposed to be. Somebody he’d created in his head to perfect anatomy drawings?

You came across a sketch in perfect detail of undoubtedly a woman, lying under her side, a sheet over her body, the slopes and lines of the sheet over her body showing a slimmer form. Her face was less detailed, but it was definitely you.

The thought made your cheeks flush. He’d been sketching you?

You flipped back through the sketchbook. You recognized some of these positions now. You wondered why Rafayel liked to bring his sketchbook with you two sometimes. Now it made sense.

Suddenly the sketchbook was snatched from your hands, and you looked up to see a more pouty than usual Rafayel. “Wrong sketchbook.” He said, looking slightly embarrassed.

“….There’s a birthmark on my hip, you know, and some other stuff you missed.”

There was a long pause of him just staring at you and you silently staring back before he tugged you up to your feet.

Yeah, you weren’t leaving tonight.

[therosebookshop]

Back to Me

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Warnings/Contains: fluff, angst (slight), character death mentions, amnesia, Sakoku Decree plays a decent part of this, Tomo mentions, end of Inazuma archon quest spoilers, no gender mentioned for reader

A/N: worked on the wrong fanfic, started falling asleep finishing this, will proof-read or say ‘fuck it’ in the morning. Actively keep falling asleep, it’s after three am my sleep can wait one second (PS next morning: bro, I woke up after 11:30 am kill me now pretty please 😭)

Inspo: Back to You by Selena Gomez (just the name though)

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It had been over a year since you’d seen him.

You’d never left Inazuma. You’d thought about it so many times. You had nothing to stay for, nobody to keep you there. Even the motivation from your Vision was gone. It had been taken from you during the Vision Hunt Decree. You’d never been the same after that- the people in the village you’d chosen to settle in noticed that.

You’d been listless and tired, a quiet person. A contrast from how you’d once been- cheerful, upbeat, brightening even the darkest day. Even after your Vision was returned to you when the Decree ended, something was still missing. Somebody, somebody with fluffy white hair and gorgeous apple-colored eyes.

You knew it wasn’t the man in the grave you visited daily. His name.. you couldn’t remember. Your memory had been foggy since your Vision had been taken. You called him ‘Tomo’- friend. You knew he was your friend, before he’d died. You hung a pendant of good luck on the broken sword handle sticking up from the grave.

It had been so long. They told you, the people without Visions, that it had only been about a year since the Vision Hunt Decree started. But without the key pieces of you, it had felt so much longer. You remembered traveling all over Inazuma’s islands with Tomo and the apple-eyed boy. Those had been your happiest days.

The longer you had your Vision back, the more your memory returned. Tomo had died facing the Raiden Shogun and the Musou No Hitotachi. You and the apple-eyed boy had fled. Wanted criminals for your gifts from the gods. You’d almost gotten split up more than once. You knew he meant the world to you. But he’d escaped. And you.. hadn’t. You’d helped him get onto the ship. But they’d had no choice but to pull off the dock before they could get you up. Your Vision had been stolen from you that night.

You heard of a pretty boy with fluffy white hair and gorgeous apple-colored eyes one day when in Inazuma City, getting some supplies. Apparently he’d countered the strike of the Misou No Hitotachi. He had another Vision that had momentarily activated- an electro one. People speculated he had used something called a delusion.

You didn’t care. Politics and such didn’t concern you. It was one day while working at Ritou that you heard his name from two young women gossiping instead of working, like you were.

“Did you hear? The Alcor is returning today from another voyage!” Said the first woman.

“The Alcor? Captain Beidou’s fleet, right? Isn’t the boy who countered the strike of the great Musou No Hitotachi?” The second woman asked.

“Mhm! I’ve heard his name is Kaedehara Kazuha! And, and- he’s single. You know what that means!”

Kaedehara Kazuha. That name was so familiar.

That afternoon, the Alcor arrived. You recognized it. It was the same ship that your apple-eyed boy had escaped on that night. The same ship that could’ve carried you to safety too, had you been just a bit faser. Did that mean..?

You watched as the crewmembers streamed off the ship, unloading cargo. It wasn’t until the last person walked off deck that you remembered. Your apple-eyed boy. He’d come back before, and you hadn’t remembered,

You pushed through the people and tackled him into a hug. He froze before he realized who you were, hugging you just as tight in return.

“(Name)… my sweetheart. I’ve found you again.” He whispered.

Your apple-eyed boy was back. You’d never let yourself get separated from him again.

He lifted you practically off your feet, and you buried your face in his neck. With him, you felt complete. Fully you. Every piece of you was back. You knew that if he chose to stay, or leave, you’d be right alongside him. You couldn’t bear to be separated from him, ever again.

Over his shoulder, you saw those two women whispering. Gossiping about the two of you, no doubt, but you didn’t care.

“I missed you so much.” You whisper.

He remembered the last night he saw you. The two of you had managed to secure safe transport. But somehow, you were found out while escaping. You’d made sure he got on the ship first, and when he reached for you to pull you up, the militia had grabbed you first. He’d been about to scramble off the ship and fight them to get you back, but a couple members of the Crux held him back as he fought. They’d pulled away from the dock as you both tried to get to the other.

It had broken his heart. And he could see, in your eyes and on your arms in the form of scars, you’d been through so much.

But you were safe in his arms again, his lovely. He had no intention of stoping hugging you anytime soon. But he was more than strong enough now to keep holding you. And for your whole lives, if you wanted to stay around him for that long.

[therosebookshop]

The Bookshelves

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Bungo Stray Dogs:

Angst:

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? Soukoku:

Mixed, read the warnings:

Just to Keep You Safe, of Course! Yandere Ranpo:

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Sally Face:

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Genshin Impact:

Fluff:

Back to me (Kazuha x gn reader)

Beloved of the Dragon (Neuvilette x gn reader)

Beloved of the Anemo Archon (Venti x gn reader)

A Mate’s Special Touch (Xiao x gn reader)

Mixed/Neither:

A Yaksha’s Karma (Xiao x gn reader)

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Love and DEEPSPACE:

Rafayel:

Anatomy Practice (fluff):

Sylus:

Paper Rings (fluff):

Xavier:

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A Date With Death:

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The Kid At the Back

An Unhealthy Obsession (Sol x obsessed!reader)

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Mushroom Oasis

Firefly and Lovebug (fluff)

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[therosebookshop]

Just To Keep You Safe, Of Course! Pt 3

Part One: Here!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: You’re already there!

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Contains/Warnings: Slightly ooc Ranpo, obsession, yanderism, worship (ish), a dead body, some gore but not explicit, mentions of YNs past bad relationship, some manipulation, a smidge of fluff and a dash of suggestiveness at the end (if you're dirty-minded like me)

A/N: the last part. Tumblr fucked me over trying to redo the green highlights on the previous one 💔

Song: None

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It's fairly late as you make your way back to your apartment. Your mind is still on the kiss. It was so swift wnd soft, you'd barely had any time to taste the sugar that lingered on his lips. The very thought of kissing him more made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You were a little glad he hadn't returned to the shop. You're not sure how you would've acted.

But you did wonder why he hadn't come back. It was possible that the case Poe had for him was just taking longer then expected. Or he'd gotten distracted. Or just forgotten to come back.

Whatever the case, you hoped to see him tomorrow. He was absolutely amazing. You didn't think you'd ever fallen for a guy as hard as you'd fallen for Ranpo. You'd noticed the way Poe had looked at you from the corner of your eye. And you'd heard the tinge of jealousy in Ranpo's tone. You were honestly flattered somebody would get jealous because of you.

You really needed to figure out a way to tell Ranpo just how much you liked him.

Walking past an alley, you see a glint of metal, and you walked closer to investigate. You stepped around some boxes and what you saw made you cover your mouth in horror. One of your ex-boyfriends laid there, dead, his chest slashed open. He'd been probably the worst one of your exes- verbal abuse, never touched you, treated you like crap. It had taken you forever to gain the courage to leave him. And you still had some issues, even a few years later.

You took a step back. The body was very fresh- blood oozing from the deep slashes on his chest, staining his clothes. The blood was still a bright crimson, blood still slowly pooling around his body. It was fresh.

You didn't know how fresh. And you didn't want to touch the body to find out.

You swallow back the bile rising in your throat and step back even more, rooting through your pockets for your phone. When you pull it out, your hands are shaky and sweaty, and your phone slides out of your hands and lands on the pavement with a clatter. You scoop it up. It's chipped in the corner but it still works perfectly fine.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, another around your wrist and twisting cruelly. You cry out in pain, muffled by the leather of the glove and the person's hand, and your phone falls to the ground. Your heart drops when you hear it shatter.

You don't know what else to do, so you bite the person' hand. Your self defense knowledge is shoddy at best, but instinct tells you to rear back and kick the person in the kneecap. You scoop up your phone and start running down the sidewalk. You need to get to a police station, ASAP.

You're running so fast that you don't even notice the person walking towards you, until you run into them. They grab your arms and you flail.

"Y/N! It's me! Calm down!"

You recognized his voice immediately and hug him tight, tucking yourself into his arms. "Ranpo!"

He puts his arms around you. "Darling, you're shaking. What happened?" He opens his eyes to gaze down at you, and they darken a smidge. If somebody hurt you..

“I-I was walking home and I f-found a dead body.” You stammer out, and you find that Ranpo holding you close comforts you. “I went to call the cops, b-but somebody went up behind me and t-they made me drop my phone and they m-muffled my mouth.”

His grip on you tightens. This is why he shouldn’t let you out. You shouldn’t’ve had to see that.

“Are you hurt?” He asks you quietly, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You shake your head no.

“Okay. I’m gonna call the police on my phone and we’ll tell them where the body is. Then I’ll walk you home.” He runs a soothing hand up and down your back.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. His jacket smells like the candy he’s almost always eating. And something metallic, like iron or blood. It’s a weird smell, but not entirely unpleasant.

“Okay.” You whisper, still clutching him close. “It was a few blocks back, I think.”

He keeps an arm around you as he fishes his phone out and calls the police. He tells them what happens as you keep close to him, trying to calm yourself down. You’re still shaking, heart beating fast as a scared rabbit’s.

So fast he can feel it. He holds you closer, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. His poor sweetheart..

After what feels like forever, Ranpo finally hangs up, and you can distantly hear sirens already. “Okay, darling. Let’s get you home.”

The two of you started to walk home, his arm around your waist. You would’ve leaned into him anyways. He’s so warm and comfortable.

Your apartment isn’t very far, so it doesn’t take very long to for the two of you to arrive. You unlock the door and let the two of you in, immediately flicking the light on. Ranpo helps you get settled- you go and change into a hoodie and sweatpants, not even caring that you look like a mess- as he makes you some tea. The two of you sit on your couch and he pulls you closer to him. It’s cozy. Comfy. And perfect.

You drink your tea and talk about random things until he moves to stand up. “I should probably be going now, so you can-“

You grab his wrist. “No. Please. Stay. Just for the night. I…” You look at your half-empty mug, cradled in your lap. “I really don’t want to be alone, not tonight, not after what happened.”

You’re looking down, so you don’t notice the gleam in his half-open eyes.

Finally.

He sits back down. “Of course. I’ll stay as long as you need me to, sweetheart.”

You snuggle back into him, looking up at him. He cups your face softly and gives you the most gentle kiss you’ve ever had. Your eyes widen in surprise before you kiss him back. This feels perfect. Maybe he’s the one you’ve needed your whole life.

And as he takes your mug from your hands and sets it in the coffee table, picking you up to carry you to your bedroom, he wonders something.

How would you react if you knew he was the reason your shitty ex-boyfriend was dead?

[therosebookshop]

Just To Keep You Safe, Of Course! Pt 2

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Part One: Here!

Part Two: You’re already there!

Part Three: Here!

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Contains/Warnings: Breaking and Entering, ooc Ranpo, delulu fluff (but still sorta fluff), yanderism/yandere, worship (if you squint and tilt ur head), obsession and obsessed ranting, pet names (darling, sweets), m' boy Poe (and Karl), actual fluff, a first kiss (ish)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long for part two. I got sick almost immediately after posting part one and then had no motivation to copy any other parts 😭

Reminder: the parts marked in green are from ranpos pov, but the whole first part is his pov

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He slid open your window, the broken one he knew didn't lock, and climbed into your bedroom from the fire escape. He was completely silent as he walked over to your bed and sat on it, studying your peaceful face. Your silky hair was strewn around your face- it looked a little damp, you must've showered before bed- and you had an adorable way of breathing while you slept.

Everything about you was adorable.

He'd refrained from doing this before because he wanted you to know of his feelings first. You looked so adorable right now, so peaceful and blissfully unaware, he couldn't help but lay down beside you- after sliding his shoes off, of course, he wasn't crazy- and move closer to your sleeping form.

You needed somebody to protect you as you slept, to lay with you and hold you to them. That broken window was very dangerous, after all, and you were an extremely pretty person. Some pervert could break in and take advantage of you while you slept. And who better for the job of protector then he?

He was, after all, the best detective in the whole wide world.

And your body fit perfectly against his, even though you were tucked under your covers and he refrained from climbing under them with you. You were made to be together. A perfect pair. Soulmates, even. You needed him, and he desperately needed you. You kept him breathing and you didn't even know it.

He rested his head on your chest- flat or no, it was a perfectly good pillow- and draped an arm over your stomach. Your heartbeat was so soothing, as soothing as a cat purring. And you felt so warm and comfy. Just perfect for cuddling with.

He hadn't been sleeping well lately. Maybe you could be his cure. His cure for everything.

You were utterly perfect. If- no, not if, when- he finally got you as his own, he'd be such an amazing boyfriend to you that you'd forget all about those other boyfriends, the ones who hadn't even brought you flowers for Valentine's Day. He was already better then them. The memory of your face when you'd taken the flowers, lips parted slightly in surprise and cheeks covered in a pretty pink flush, was enough to make him want to bring you gifts daily. Those crappy boyfriends didn't know what they'd missed out on.

But he was glad. Because it meant he was the only one who got to see you like that.

You shifted in your sleep. It felt like somebody warm and soft and squishy was laying with you. You could feel them, pressed against you, an arm over you and their head on your chest. They didn't feel like a threat. More like one of those microwave plushies. Just human-sized.

"Hmm... Ranpo-Kun..."

His heartbeat sped up when he heard you mumble his name in your sleep. So adorable.

He didn't speak. It would not be good if you woke up.

His fingers traced designs on your hip as he buried his face in your chest. You normally wore baggy clothes. He knew why it was. But he didn't get why. You were just perfect. And your chest was perfect for him to bury his face in. He couldn't be happier.

You shifted, and inadvertently put your arms around him. He smiled into you, allowing himself, to pretend you two were already dating- no, married! Happily married, maybe with a kid, and his forever. He fantasized about your future together as he drifted off.

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Time for a small break in the story!

Get a drink of water!

Have you eaten recently? If not, do so!

Have you taken any needed medicine?

Chibi Ranpo is rooting for you!

Now, time to resume the story!

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The next day, Ranpo dropped by your shop with a takeout bag of your favorite food. It was actually just an old shipping container that Kenji had graciously moved from the wharf to a empty spot nearer the ADA for you and you used it as a shop.

"Hellooooo, darling~!"

You looked up from a pair of gloves you'd been working on in your spare time. "Oh, hello, Ranpo-Kun! Got an order for me?"

He walked up to you and set the plastic bag down on the workbench. "Nope!" He grabbed the wheely stool that was just for him from its corner and slid it over, plopping down. "Just wanted to bring you your favorite food and hang out with you. It's a pretty slow day at the Agency."

You slid the tools and the gloves aside and grabbed the bag, taking out the container and opening it. You were surprised to actually see your favorite food. "Wha- how did you know this is my favorite?" You asked, surprised.

He rested his chin on his palm and grinned at you. "I wouldn't be the Worlds' Greatest Detective if I couldn't figure out the favorite food of my darling muse~" He said. "Besides, you told me awhile ago."

You hadn't. But on the times of him following you home, he'd noticed that you liked to stop at the same restaurant and order the same thing every time. It didn't take a genius like him to put two and three together.

Your cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink again at the pet name and you busied yourself digging the utensils out of the bag. He giggled softly.

"Awww, are you flustered~" He teased.

"Shut up." You mumble, embarrassed, stuffing a bite of food into your mouth. "And thank you." You add through the mouthful of food.

"Where you thanking me for, sweets?" He asked.

"Going out of your way to get this for me." You reply after swallowing.

He grinned at you, and your cheeks went a little pinker, your heartbeat speeding up a touch. "Anything to see that pretty pink blush of yours, darling~"

A sudden knock on the side of the shipping container saved you from further flustered-ness. The two of you looked up to see a tall, dark-haired guy with a raccoon perched on his shoulder.

"H-Hi, Ranpo-San. I was told I'd find you here." The man said. He seemed painfully shy.

"Yup!"

Ranpo, perhaps seeing the confused look on your face, took pity upon you. "Ah, Y/N, meet Poe. He's a friend of mine, he writes novels that I solve in an instant."

Oof.

You smiled at Poe. "Nice to meet you, Poe."

He nodded, apparently too nervous to speak to you. "I have a case that I require your assistance in solving, Ranpo-San." He said, looking at Ranpo.

You had your eyes focused on your food as you ate before it got cold. You didn't notice the way Poe looked at you for a moment, nor the way Ranpo frowned when he did. Poe was one of his good friends, yes, but you were his.

"Eh, I'll be around later. Just put the file for it on my desk." Ranpo said, thinking of a way to make sure Poe knew you were his. "I'm spending time with my precious Y/N right now."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His? "You can go, Ranpo-Kun. It's fine."

Ranpo cracked open his eyes to study you, and your heart sped up at the sight of his stunning green eyes. "Mmm.. are you sure? I don't want you to be lonely."

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll be fine." You assure him.

He sticks his bottom lip out, and you giggle. " Alright.. it won't take me long, anyways."

He leans forward, and you have a single moment before he presses a quick kiss to your lips. Your cheeks, neck, and the tips of your ears go bright red.

Three birds with one kiss. He got you to blush again, Poe will stay away from you, if he's smart, and he got to taste your lips, even if it was a brief one. He wants to pull you close and kiss you breathless, but that little kiss will do for now.

He stands up, a mischievous grin on his lips as you're frozen, flustered beyond comprehending. "Cya later, darling~" And he leaves, Poe trailing behind him.

You touch your lips with your fingers. You can't believe that happened. For the second time in as many days, he left you flustered.

[therosebookshop]

Just To Keep You Safe, Of Course!

Part One: You’re already there!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: Here!

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Contains/Warnings: Yandere Ranpo, fluff, slightly ooc Ranpo (I tried my best), yandereism (duh), pet names (sweets, darling), obsession, mentions of past shitty boyfriends, internal rambling, thoughts of kidnapping

A/N: There's other parts to this and they will be coming out soon. I've had this written in my notebook for over a month now 😭 The parts highlighted in green are from Ranpo's POV, just to avoid confusion

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Valentine's Day always sucked for you. It was a happy day for couples, but a sucky day for single people. And even when you had had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, they'd never gotten you anything.

And so, when your apartment doorbell rang, you thought it was a mistake. You didn't have a boyfriend, and you didn't have any single friends who would be coming over to drink alcohol and eat chocolates that tasted like cardboard with you.

You paused the TV show you were watching- something about people in a world with no abilities- and got up, not bothering to look through the peephole as you opened the door. " Wrong apa- Ranpo?"

You stared at him, confused. You knew him somewhat- you worked at the ADA designing and making tools for the detectives to use on their missions. Ranpo would occasionally swing by when he didn't have an interesting case to work on to hang out, or when he was bringing a request. He'd watch or he'd ask you questions. You didn't know much about him, honestly, other then the fact that he liked candy and he was nice and the world's greatest detective.

"I was hoping you were home!" Ranpo said cheerfully, holding something behind his back. His cheeks were.. was he blushing? "Happy Valentine's Day, (user)."

He pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers out from behind his back and held it out to you. You just stared at him. He.. brought you flowers? He liked you? Like liked you? Now him popping into the shipping container that served as your shop so often made sense.

When you didn't speak or take the flowers, Ranpo's face fell. "Sorry. I thought that, um.. well, you've never mentioned a partner before, but I guess even I can be wrong-"

You suddenly snatched the bouquet from him, cheeks faintly pink. His blush deepened. "I was just, um, surprised is all. Nobody's ever brought me flowers before." You say, holding the bouquet.

"Oh, really?" He frowned slightly. "But didn't you-"

"Yeah. Um, you can come inside and sit down while I put these in some wayer." You say, turning to go to your kitchen. He walks inside and shuts the door.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been inside your apartment once before. A few months ago, when you first joined the ADA. He wanted to find out more about you- cute, shy, little, you. So he'd broken in at night.

He stood and watched you struggle to get a vase from a tall shelf. You were just so pretty and small and sweet. He loved everything about you, and he desperately wanted you to know that. He wanted- no, no, you needed him to keep you safe. You were smart and strong, yes, but not as smart and strong as he was. The world was dangerous, and you couldn't protect yourself as well as he could. But he needed to be careful not to scare you away. He needed to charm you into falling for him- but his ultra-deduction skills told him you already did like him that way.

"Would you like some help?" He asked.

You look over your shoulder at him. You'd been meaning to buy a small stepstool since your other one broke, but you kept forgetting. "Yes, please."

You move out of the way as he walks over and stretches up to get the glass for the flowers, and you take a moment to admire him. He doesn't open his eyes often- you wonder why- but the rare times you've seen his eyes, you felt your heart might beat out of your chest. His eyes are such a pretty bright green- anime green. You'd hate to admit it aloud, but you've thought about running your fingers through his fluffy brown hair. He's a killer mix of sexy and adorable, and you wonder why somebody like him brought flowers to somebody like you.

He hands you the vase, stirring you from your thoughts. You put the unwrap the flowers and some water and them in the vase before setting them on your counter.

"Thank you for the flowers, Ranpo. They're my favorite, and they're really pretty." You say.

He rests his elbow on the counter and smiles at you. "Of course. A girl as pretty and nice as you deserves flowers on Valentine's Day, after all~"

Your cheeks turn a little pinker and he gives you a dimpled grin. "You're so cute when you're blushing, you know that?" He asks teasingly, Leaning in closer. "Makes me wanna make ya blush even more~"

You blush even more and turn away from him, and he giggles. A part of him says he's being too forward- he might scare you away, and if he does he'll have no choice but to kidnap you and keep you with him until you fall for him properly to find another way to get you to date him- but judging from the fact you're not having any negative reactions to his flirting, that won't have to happen. Which is good- it'd be so much harder to get you to be his when he'll have to tie you up to stop you from escaping him and hide you from the police. And if you're dating, you won't see his extremely slightly possessive behavior as weird.

Because it's not! It's extremely valid! You're just too sweet and naive, you need somebody like him, who knows firsthand how bad some people can be, to protect you.

"Ranpo?"

He shakes himself from his thoughts. "Yes, (user)?"

You peer at him, concerned. He was just standing there, staring at you with his eyes unfocused (and open), a small smile on his face, for several long moments. You'd been entranced by his eyes for awhile during that, though.

"Are you okay?"

He suddenly grins. "Of course I am! I've gotta go now, sweets, but I'll see you tomorrow."

The pet name sends butterflies tingling through your stomach, and you nod slightly, before stepping forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight. Even when you start to giggle and push at him, he can still feel the phantom touch of your lips on his cheek, and it sends his heart racing.

"Ranpo! You're squeeeezing me!" You say, protesting even as he hugs you tighter. He smells like assorted candies. It's a pleasant smell.

"Aww, I'm sorry, my darling (user)~" He finally releases you and opens his eyes just a smidge. "Bye-Bye, sweets."

He walks away, opening your front door with a flourish and shutting it behind him. You're left standing there, blushing furiously.

He's glad you didn't ask how he knew where you lived. He's sure you'd be either terrified or angry if you learned he'd been following you home every night- just to keep you safe, of course!

[therosebookshop]

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

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Warnings: Angst angst angst, I slapped this together before I lost motivation, homosexuals in denial of their homosexuality, skk, Dazai (man's a warning in himself istg), alcohol intake, third person but with Chuuya's thoughts so sort of first person, slightly ooc because I suck at writing fully in character, no spellcheck because I fix my writing mistakes the first time 😎, swearing,

AN: @nugget-child is the demon who requested this- my first ever request RAAAAAAH, I’m reposting this on my new account :3

It's short er then chuuya but I like it

Song: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys

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It was three am when Chuuya's phone started ringing.

He didn't have to roll over to know who was calling him. Only one person ever called him at three in the morning, when anybody sane should be asleep. It happened every week, sometimes twice a week. Sometimes more.

Sometimes he wondered why he continued to pick up the phone.

It did him no good.

It only made it all hurt more.

Still, he stretched his arm over and picked up the phone, sliding the answer call button up and pressing the phone to his ear. Immediately was the annoying voice of the person he loved hated the most.

"𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢~" Dazai slurred. "𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵' 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳~~"

Chuuya wanted to say no. Dazai was the enemy now, a traitor of the Port Mafia. He should just ignore him, let him deal with the consequences of his actions alone.

But he never could make himself say no.

"I'll be right over."

He hung up the phone and dressed, grabbing his motorcycle keys and his wallet and setting off. The streets of Yokohama were mostly deserted at this time, and he made it to Dazai's apartment quickly, parking his red motorcycle in the parking lot and killing the engine.

He paused for a moment, not getting off his bike. Why did he do this? Dazai could've called any of the people he worked with. So why did he have to call Chuuya, his old partner? They hated each other. They always had, ever since Chuuya first joined. He'd never wanted to like Dazai. He was a stupid, selfish, suicidal prick.

Yet he still got off his bike and tromped up the steps to the apartment and knocked on the door. "Mackerel. Let me in."

Silence. No shuffling, no swearing, nothing. With a frustrated sigh, Chuuya tried the doorknob. The door swung open easily.

The apartment was a mess. Clothes, alcohol bottles, and loose bandages were strewn about. This was how it looked every time. Sometimes he wondered if Dazai knew the meaning of the word 'picking up after yourself'.

Speak of the devil, there was the shithead himself, laying slumped on the battered couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. As soon as the door opened, his eyes focused on Chuuya.

"𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪~" He slurred, raising his arms. Bandages trailed from his limbs, unraveling, and patches of pale skin, covered in silvery scars, showed. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘵.... 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘬𝘬𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩~?"

Chuuya hated Dazai. He really did.

He cleaned up the clothes, and the bandages, and the alcohol bottles. He wrestled the bottle of whiskey from Dazai's hand and undid all the bandages from his body- arms, legs, torso, neck- and forced him to put some pajamas on. And he waited for him to fall asleep before he left, locking the door behind him with the key he kept on his keychain.

But he always came back.