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i’ve decided that as a society we moved on too fast from MLP FIM / MLP EG songs. so now you get a list of the 5 best in my opinion, in no particular order.
let’s have a battle
under our spell
you’ll play your part
this day aria
unleash the magic (listen from 2:13 trust)
and i also can’t forget these two from the movie
i’m the friend you need
open up your eyes
(i’m also embedding spotify links bc they are so peak)
Anyone else thinking of how funny it would be if Sakura wanted to be an elite jonin like Kakashi and one day showed up to class wearing a mask just like him because she wanted to mimic him and also be cool in some way?
'Sakura why the hell are you wearing a mask?'
'I want to be cool and collected just like you sensei! I should mimic you more, maybe I'll be more like you if I do this!'
'Sakura that's now how it works-if you want help with training I'll help you, just don't resort to these ridiculous tactics-'
'You think wearing a mask like you is ridiculous Sensei? I'm hurt, I thought it would be fun, I'm sorry........'
'No Sakura that's not what I meant! I mean, this mask isn't why I'm so powerful! It's the-'
'Hey Sensei what's the book that you read? It must be good if you read it, can I get a copy of it?'
in which wanderer is a gentleman. wanderer x fem!reader. soft! wanderer. fluffy fluff fluff.
wanderer has been extra deep on thought lately. he knows he is lucky. really fucking lucky. you are so far out of his league that he isn't even playing the same game as you.
he is an experience to be around. he knows this. the entire akademiya knows this. pretty much all of teyvat knows this.
and yet, somehow, he manages to get himself a little wife. you do so much for him. and you don't ask for a thing in return (which baffled him for the longest time).
wanderer has grown increasingly worried that he doesn't do enough for you. in his anxiety, he took refuge in the library until later than usual lately. he checks out, and thoroughly reads every book the akademiya library has to offer about one subject.
the art of being a gentleman.
reading about it simple enough. being polite, opening doors, and the like. it's just finding situations to put these into practice that's hard for him. he isn't the best at expressing himself to begin with.
easier said than done is shoving itself down his throat more than usual. he doesn't want you to suddenly think he wasn't right for you.
then, it was like the heavens opened up for him when you say one day, "okay, i'm heading out to the store now. do you want me to pick you up anything special? coffee?"
wanderer's ear's prick like a cat's. "you are going out?" he won't admit it, but he always gets a little anxious when you say you are going out.
"mhm," you nod, smiling softly at him as you open your wallet to double check how much mora you have, "we need groceries for the week, and cat food. and i want to get ingredients to make your favorite eel and rice bowl. you have been working so hard on that paper lately."
wanderer reels for a second. what did he do to deserve you, damn it? he is really starting to consider what that strange boy from the temple of silence suggested to him one day. "you better lock that one down," is what he said. for someone who talks too much, sethos has a point.
"i am going with you," he picks the cat quietly sleeping in his lap up, and gently puts him down, "and leave your wallet here. i have money, i'll pay."
"really?" you ask, your eyes lighting up hearing he decided to come with you, "but you should keep your money for your research--"
"let's go," wanderer gently cuts you before you can protest anymore. he didn't want you to go out without him, not when he has had such a bad feeling since returning from nod krai. he still feels like he has a chip on his shoulders...
"okay, it will be really nice to have your company," you hook your arm through his when wanderer extends it to you.
wanderer mentally purrs seeing you cling to his arm like that. he gives himself two gentleman points, as far as he is concerned, he is a on a roll so far.
he stays close to you while you are at the market stalls. he keeps looking around for threats, anyone watching you. he also notices the ones that look too hard at you, those leave a bad taste in his mouth.
he glares at another man walking right up with his eyes fixed on you. keep walking buddy, she's taken sears into the other man, stopping him right in his tracks, and making him turn around and walk the other way.
after you finish at one stall, he promptly takes the bags from you. "i'll carry these," he gently plucks the bags from your fingers.
"my, my, what a gentleman," you tilt your head up, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. wanderer looks away as his cheeks heat, his vision on his chest lighting up.
he gives himself ten, no twenty gentlemen points for that. you even told him specifically he is being a gentleman. big win.
as you start walking again, life just suddenly gives him another shining opportunity. you have to walk next to a road to get the stall you prefer that sells sea food.
wanderer walks next to you, closest to the road with his arm around you. you would be out of the way of any oncoming traffic from people or sumpter beasts passing by.
he didn't even read this move in a text book either. he'd seen an elderly man do this with his wife while they were walking together. to him, that is the most pure hearted act of gentleman kindness he had ever seen.
he gives himself ten thousand points, and then twenty more for the way you smile at him.
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Naruto weapons are so funny because usually it’s just like. Kunai and swords and maybe some ninja wire. The most creative Kishi ever really gets with it are the puppets, and whatever random shit Tenten has on her. And THEN, Kisame pulls out his living chakra-eating-teeth-sword-monster, Hidan rolls up with his fucking three pronged scythe, Konan blows you up with 10000000 paper bombs, Pain straight-up just stabs you with metal poles, and Deidara starts vomiting explosive clay birds from his hand-mouths. So like what the hell was going on with the Akatsuki
Your voice broke out softly through the momentary silence. The wind had been howling almost constantly that night, keeping you wide awake. You weren’t afraid of anything, not really. At twelve years old, you, like many of your friends, had the notion that you were invincible. Nothing could touch you, and you would always come out on top. You would miss that as you grew older, the confidence in yourself and your abilities. The belief that the world was fair, and that the good guys always won.
So it wasn’t really that you were scared of the way the wind screamed, the whistles through the tree leaves or the sporadic loud crashes that came as the wind blew branches and even tree trunks to the ground. Maybe it was the fact that you had experienced the first death of an enemy on a mission.
And maybe it was deserved. He had been a criminal, after all, and you hadn’t delivered the fateful blow; of course not. It had been Kakashi, in a bid to save your life.
So maybe you were scared, or traumatized, or reeling from your innocence being shattered for the very first time. Whatever you felt, you were still too young, too inexperienced, to be able to pinpoint what exactly the distressed tugging of your heart meant.
It was what had dragged you from your own tent to Naruto’s, quietly and nervously. Kakashi was in his own tent, and you had been sharing with Sakura who was fast asleep. Having her by your side did nothing to calm the storm beginning to brew from inside you.
You had opened his tent timidly, doing your best not to startle him awake. He was fast asleep, on his side in fetal position hugging his pillow to him tightly. But when you spoke his name, your voice stirred him even from his deep slumber.
Naruto whispered your name, groggily, confused, but he’d know your voice anywhere.
Yawning, he sat up rubbing at his eyes, peering at you curiously. “What happened?” He asked.
“Can I sleep in here with you?”
If you were brave, then there were no words adequate enough to describe the courage that burned within Naruto’s heart. He was sure of himself, of what he believed. He would do anything to protect the ones he loved. He would do anything for you. You couldn’t think of a safer place than by his side.
“Yeah, of course.”
Relief flooded through you as you dragged your sleeping bag into the tent, fitting it next to his with some distance of course. You were best friends, but you were also twelve. There was something embarrassing about sleeping so close to someone of the opposite gender. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever slept more soundly.
Durin thinks he is sick and it involves you. A little further investigation, reveals otherwise.
a/n: thank you @that-student-that-has-homework for proof reading the first chapter of this fic and helping me with it. I appreciate it <3
Comments/reblogs highly appreciated. Please let me know if you'd like to see more. I have 3 chapters planned.
cw. fluff, mutual pining, first crush, love confessions, female reader, chubby reader
“I think I might be sick.”
The statement was said in such a nonchalant way that the people surrounding Durin couldn’t help but pause what they were doing and experience a double take. Angel’s Share was quiet on this warm afternoon. The glass of wine placed in front of Durin had barely been touched, only a few sips here and there as the red liquid settled in the bottom of the glass. His hands were settled in his lap, the bar stool creaking as he readjusted in his chair and his black, serpentine tail lazily swished from side to side.
His friends stared at him in mild disbelief before sharing a look with each other. Diluc, who stood behind the bar counter, had been preoccupied with drying several glasses, a dish rag thrown haphazardly over his shoulder as he looked away from his task for a brief moment. Kaeya sat next to Durin and turned his head away from his wine glass the moment Durin spoke up. Albedo, who sat on the other side of Durin, seemed the most concerned as he was prompted to break the silence.
“You are?” the alchemist questioned with a tilt of his head. “Here, let me have a look at you.”
Worried that Durin’s abyssal powers may have been acting up again, Albedo was quick to start his examination, starting with that fickle abyssal energy. Durin sat perfectly still and let Albedo continue with his examination without any complaint, fingers tangled in the thin material of his white pants as he tried to control his fidgeting. He didn’t know if he should have said something in the first place, but he was a little relieved that Albedo was studious enough to not ask questions and proceed. A soft pinch formed between Albedo’s brow, small parts relieved but also a little confused at the same time. He lowered his hand.
“There does not seem to be anything wrong with your abyssal powers” Albedo confirmed.
He then raised his hand, fingers curling around his chin as he tapped it in thought. His eyes darted from left to right, like he was solving a complicated equation in his head as he continued to tap his chin and ponder aloud.
“The body you have should be sturdy enough to resist most illnesses” he continued to mumble. “So it’s unlikely you would catch the common cold. Even still…”
He raised his head and looked at Durin again, eyes scanning his form. As far as the Alchemist could tell, everything seemed to be normal with him. But he pressed on, eager to get to the bottom of this little mystery.
“What makes you say you’re sick?” Kaeya suddenly asked, curiosity now sparked in the Favonius Captain as he turned in his chair to face Durin.
Diluc’s interest had also been piqued as he silently cleaned glasses, hip pressed into the edge of the bar counter and slightly leaning over so his perked ears could catch Durin’s words. Durin’s fingers were now in his lap and wrung together as he pondered Kaeya’s question, trying to pick the right words out to describe what he was feeling. He was lost and desired clarification.
“Where do I even begin?” Durin asked aloud.
“What are your symptoms?” Albedo prompted.
Durin’s nose twitched and scrunched a little at the corners. The tip of his tail flickered as his eyes started to wander.
“Feeling hot? Shivers? Headache? Sore stomach?” Albedo said, counting a list of possible symptoms as he bent his fingers one by one.
“A little warm I guess” Durin confirmed as he nodded along to Albedo’s words. “And this weird knot in the pit of my stomach. As well as my chest. It kind of feels…fuzzy, I guess?”
“Fuzzy?” Kaeya repeated, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “What kind of sickness is that?”
Albedo hummed in thought. “I’m not sure. Could you be a little more specific? Like, when did you start to notice these things?”
Durin took a long moment to gather his thoughts and think. A sense of relief tickled the back of his mind and he was feeling a little more at ease that those around him were so willing and eager to help in his plight. He hadn’t been friends with everyone for long, but he trusted them with his thoughts. He just wasn’t sure how to articulate them properly yet. He took another moment to think about Albedo’s question.
“Well, it all started a few days ago. I was strolling around the market place with someone” Durin said, starting simple.
“Who was it?” Diluc asked as he placed a clean glass down and picked up another.
Durin immediately perked up, a small smile touching his lips as your name easily spilled from his mouth. The way he answered that question did not go unnoticed.
“Oh, so you were out with her” Kaeya replied with a soft hum.
His interest continued to mount as he leaned his elbow against the polished wood of the bar counter. His glass of wine was almost empty but he was ready to order another to go along with this intriguing story.
“Do tell us, why were you going out with her?”
Kaeya’s small implication completely went over Durin’s head. He was more than eager to start a conversation about you.
“Oh, well she needed help picking up a few ingredients. The boxes were heavy and I helped her carry them. She said she was going to cook the ingredients into a pie.”
“Really?” Kaeya said with a smile.
Durin nodded his head along, his tail now waving happily in the air behind him as he continued with his story, unaware of what the appendage was doing behind him as the bulk of his tail almost knocked itself against Albedo’s stool. If it flicked any harder it just may hit the Alchemist instead. His ruby gaze was bright like the flames of a burning forge with just as much vigor to match it as he happily prattled on.
“And it was delicious!” Durin continued, smiling at the fond memory. “I think it was called a Shepard’s pie. It was one of the best things I’ve eaten. She usually supplies the Good Hunter with the pies she makes. She’s a really good cook. You should definitely try her food sometime. It’s amazing to watch her work in the kitchen. It’s kinda like magic, the way she does it.”
Albedo tapped his fingers against the bar counter as he processed the information, a conclusion forming in his head as he turned it over a few more times.
“And was this when you started to notice the symptoms?” Albedo ventured.
Durin nodded once more. “Yeah. When I was around her, my palms started to get really sweaty and I could feel something stirring in my chest.”
He raised his hand, fingers hovering over his heart as he continued to recount what he felt. “I felt nervous and a little warm inside. Like…Like…”
Durin’s lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrow twitching as he tried to find the right word for it.
“Fuzzy?” Kaeya supplied.
Durin’s eyes lit up. “Fuzzy. Yes. Like that feeling when you eat sweet candy and it sticks to the back of your teeth.”
Durin paused as a sudden thought stirred in the back of his head and a look of worry settled over his features.
“You don’t think she’s sick too, do you?”
Kaeya couldn’t help the snort of laughter that suddenly bubbled up his throat. He tried to politely cover his mirthful smile behind his hand but failed to hide it as his shoulders shook from the force of his laughter. His bout of chuckles confused Durin, a frown etched onto his face as he stared at Kaeya with a curious tilt of his head. With a long sigh, Diluc reached for the empty glass of wine in front of the cavalry captain and confiscated it from him.
“I’m cutting you off” he stated with a blunt hiss.
Kaeya waved a hand in front of his face to try and quell his laughter, taking a deep breath to calm down. A smile still tugged on his lips as he looked at Durin with a twinkle in his eye.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that” Kaeya said. “In fact, I think I know what’s wrong with you.”
Durin’s frown disappeared. He leaned forward on his stool, his folded wings shuddering by his sides in anticipation.
“You do?” Durin asked hopefully.
Kaeya nodded. “I do. It seems you have a crush on our dear, fair maiden.”
Durin tried to ignore the way Kaeya playfully said “our”. The word made the spines lining his tail stand on end as something sharp stung the back of Durin’s throat when he swallowed. He pushed down the feeling for the moment, diverting his attention back to what Kaeya had just said. He blinked owlishly.
“A crush?” Durin repeated.
Kaeya nodded again. “That’s right. A crush.”
Durin tried to recall if he had heard that word before. He was sure he read it in a book once. It meant to squeeze or break something, didn’t it? Now Durin felt more confused. Durin would never want to hurt you intentionally, in such a barbaric way. Albedo could already sense Durin’s confusion as he cleared his throat, scooting forward in his chair so he could partake in the conversation once more.
“What Kaeya is implying is that you hold romantic feelings for her. The term “crush” is merely just a simple term for it.”
Durin was a lot more satisfied with Albedo’s explanation.
“So I’m not sick?” Durin asked.
All three men replied with a firm “no”. At least that was one thing Durin didn’t have to worry about now. But now that explanation brought about more questions that the young dragon had to wrap his head around. He wasn’t sure if he could keep up with the revelations and discoveries he was coming upon today.
“So what is this crush?” Durin asked.
His jaw and tongue were already starting to ache from the amount of talking he had done already. He took another sip of the bitter, red wine from his glass just to wet his parched throat. His nose scrunched and his eyes crinkled. He was still getting used to the taste.
“Let me sum it up for you” Kaeya continued as he counted on his fingers. “You miss her when she’s not around. You think about her all the time. You’re happy to be around her but nervous as well; wanting to charm and impress but afraid you’ll mess up the words. Oh and most importantly, you always want to be in her company. Did I get it right?”
Durin had been counting along with Kaeya. He was stunned at how accurately it had been summed up. Durin did miss you when you weren’t around, always wondering what you were doing when not in his presence. He did think about you all the time. Past conversations, potential conversations. The way your hair smelled like sunshine. The way your smile would reach your eyes when you talked about something you were obviously passionate about. The way the swell of your cheeks bounced when you laughed out loud. Durin was happy around you. He enjoyed your company. He enjoyed all of his friends’ company. But you were different. He looked forward to your company the most. And while yes, he was happy, he also got nervous, just as Kaeya described. He was always aware of his words when in your presence, careful not to say something weird or do something to upset you. He never wanted to see you frown. He always wanted to be in your company. He wanted to be with you. So, was this what romantic attraction felt like? He had never read a book on that before.
“I agree with the Captain’s astute observations” Albedo agreed before adding, “You probably didn’t notice the way your attitude shifted as soon as you mentioned her name.”
“It did?” Durin asked, a little dumbfounded.
He hadn’t been aware of the shift. But he liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. It felt nice to sink his teeth into. Was that the human side or dragon side of himself? Another question for another day. He still had many other questions to ponder.
“Okay, so now what?” Durin asked.
“What do you mean?” Albedo prodded, seeking further specifications.
“Well now that I’ve figured out that I have a crush on her, what do I do?”
Before Kaeya could speak up, Diluc interjected, jumping in before the suave captain could suggest anything to the still fairly impressionable young adult.
“What do you want to do?” Diluc asked.
Durin scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. “To be honest, I don’t know what I want to do. This is all new to me. I’m not familiar with many human customs. I’m completely out of my depth.”
All three of his friends felt the same pang. Something that they all had discovered separately and on their own was now being experienced by the quite inexperienced Durin. What had felt natural to them may as well feel just as unnatural for Durin. It was difficult for them to try and impart their wisdom and offer their assistance. Silence fell between them all, the only other sounds to fill the tavern were the songs of a local bard and the quiet conversations of the sparse patrons. After another long moment of thinking, Kaeya decided to speak up. The cavalry captain could feel Diluc’s stare burning into his skull and he did his best to pick his words carefully.
“Let’s just say, hypothetically, that she liked you back. How would that make you feel?”
Durin stared at his hands folded in his lap. How would that make Durin feel? If you were feeling the exact same things that Durin felt for you, how would that make him feel? Durin stared at the way his fingers knotted together for a long time, silently thinking on Kaeya’s question. He raised his head.
“I would feel…I would feel happy” he concluded with a soft smile.
“Well, there’s a good place to start. If you find out about how she feels towards you, would that make it a bit easier for you?”
Durin nodded along to Kaeya’s words. Diluc’s eyes narrowed.
“What plan are you trying to hatch over there?”
Kaeya waved his hand with a nonchalant shrug and a whimsical chuckle. “I solemnly swear I’m not up to any mischief. I just want to help our dear friend, feel his feelings, as it were.”
Diluc huffed, arms crossed over his broad chest as he continued to stare at Kaeya. He wasn’t sure if he believed him yet.
“Tell you what, why don’t I do a little bit of intel gathering for you?” Kaeya suggested. “We get along swimmingly and we usually meet up here at least once a week for a chat. I could talk to her and gauge her feelings towards you. Now, doesn’t that sound like a splendid idea?”
Durin looked between all his friends for any more input. To Durin, it didn’t sound like a bad idea. He wasn’t the best with his words and the thought of asking you how you felt towards him was nerve wracking. What if you said that you didn’t like him? He didn’t know if he could handle that reaction face to face. It was a dreadful thought. At least if Kaeya was the one to ask, he could say it better than Durin ever could.
With a final nod, Durin agreed. “Okay, let’s do it.”
i’ve decided that as a society we moved on too fast from MLP FIM / MLP EG songs. so now you get a list of the 5 best in my opinion, in no particular order.
let’s have a battle
under our spell
you’ll play your part
this day aria
unleash the magic (listen from 2:13 trust)
and i also can’t forget these two from the movie
i’m the friend you need
open up your eyes
(i’m also embedding spotify links bc they are so peak)
