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(scara x gn!reader, eimiko if you believe in your heart, modern au, based off of the awkward family dinner scene in fleabag, god itâs too late for me to be doing this)
Well. This is awkward.
Iâm sitting next to a decently attractive guy, for the first time in however long itâs been, and heâs the brother of my old college roommate - who apparently is getting married to that best friend she always talked about? I donât know, Iâm just trying to plaster this delightfully neutral smile for long enough that they think Iâm having a good time.
As excruciatingly boring seeing a happy couple live their lives in front of me, I guess itâs interesting enough to see that she has a brother. Unfortunate haircut, but it seems to work with the semi-permanent scowl on his face. Did I mention that Iâm fond of the grumpy ones?
â-The Sakura trees are quite lovely this year, so we were delighted to be able to-â
Boring. Theyâre perfect for each other.
I should have saved my phone call break for now if I had know we would be out this long. I mean, sure, Iâm decent at pleasantries, but come on! No oneâs even asked me a question in 45 min-
âSo, what do you do now?â
You turn towards the chair next to you, locking eyes with Scaramouche as everyone else at the table flicks their own attention to you and him.
âI, uh, I run a cafe. The one on-â
His eyebrows raise, and he seems to think before returning back. âSlinkyâs? The cat cafe?â
(scara x gn!reader, eimiko if you believe in your heart, modern au, based off of the awkward family dinner scene in fleabag, god itâs too late for me to be doing this)
Well. This is awkward.
Iâm sitting next to a decently attractive guy, for the first time in however long itâs been, and heâs the brother of my old college roommate - who apparently is getting married to that best friend she always talked about? I donât know, Iâm just trying to plaster this delightfully neutral smile for long enough that they think Iâm having a good time.
As excruciatingly boring seeing a happy couple live their lives in front of me, I guess itâs interesting enough to see that she has a brother. Unfortunate haircut, but it seems to work with the semi-permanent scowl on his face. Did I mention that Iâm fond of the grumpy ones?
â-The Sakura trees are quite lovely this year, so we were delighted to be able to-â
Boring. Theyâre perfect for each other.
I should have saved my phone call break for now if I had know we would be out this long. I mean, sure, Iâm decent at pleasantries, but come on! No oneâs even asked me a question in 45 min-
âSo, what do you do now?â
You turn towards the chair next to you, locking eyes with Scaramouche as everyone else at the table flicks their own attention to you and him.
âI, uh, I run a cafe. The one on-â
His eyebrows raise, and he seems to think before returning back. âSlinkyâs? The cat cafe?â
(scara x gn!reader, eimiko if you believe in your heart, modern au, based off of the awkward family dinner scene in fleabag, god itâs too late for me to be doing this)
Well. This is awkward.
Iâm sitting next to a decently attractive guy, for the first time in however long itâs been, and heâs the brother of my old college roommate - who apparently is getting married to that best friend she always talked about? I donât know, Iâm just trying to plaster this delightfully neutral smile for long enough that they think Iâm having a good time.
As excruciatingly boring seeing a happy couple live their lives in front of me, I guess itâs interesting enough to see that she has a brother. Unfortunate haircut, but it seems to work with the semi-permanent scowl on his face. Did I mention that Iâm fond of the grumpy ones?
â-The Sakura trees are quite lovely this year, so we were delighted to be able to-â
Boring. Theyâre perfect for each other.
I should have saved my phone call break for now if I had know we would be out this long. I mean, sure, Iâm decent at pleasantries, but come on! No oneâs even asked me a question in 45 min-
âSo, what do you do now?â
You turn towards the chair next to you, locking eyes with Scaramouche as everyone else at the table flicks their own attention to you and him.
âI, uh, I run a cafe. The one on-â
His eyebrows raise, and he seems to think before returning back. âSlinkyâs? The cat cafe?â
orchid âąÂ whatâs a song you consider to be perfect?
cactus âąÂ something youâre currently learning (about)?
bamboo âąÂ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?
abelia âąÂ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or canât part with?
daffodil âąÂ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think youâre similar to or different from them?
mahonia âąÂ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?
chia âąÂ whatâs an inside joke you have with someone else?
sage âąÂ what âmediumâ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
edelweiss âąÂ howâd you think of your url/username? whatâs it associated with to you?
camellia âąÂ what were you like when you were younger? do you think youâve changed a lot?
jasmine âąÂ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?
ivy âąÂ what are your âtellsâ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell youâre happy, annoyed, upset or tired?
chamomile âąÂ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?
aloe vera âąÂ whatâs something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
palm tree âąÂ do you have a fictional villain you shouldnât like but love regardless?
nutmeg âąÂ howâs your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?
papyrus âąÂ if you put your âon repeatâ playlist on shuffle, whatâs the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?
taro âąÂ if someone called you right now to catch up, whatâre the things youâd tell them about?
hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3
things i did (143 event drabble)
pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)
warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on readerâs part, communication issues but technically they just donât talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end,Â
a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if youâre asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when itâs lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT đ) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)
The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.
You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.
Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.
Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.
(âIf youâre still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.â Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. âYouâll always have a spot on the Alcor, if thatâs what you want.â)
âŠWhat do you want?
Shouldnât it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-
Ah. Thatâs it.
Youâre scared, arenât you?
Your hands retract from Kazuhaâs, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.
Heâs just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.
(âYou are what appears when the word âserendipityâ comes to mind.â He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)
Heâs still in your grasp, and yet heâs already gone.
You shouldnât have to convince yourself that this is for the best.
But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.
âââ
âFor my dear Kazuha,â He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. âIâm sorry.â
Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.
âYou, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.â
He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.
âI despise the fact that I couldnât say this in person,â Your voice echoes in his ears. âBut if I saw you, I donât think Iâd be able to leave.â
He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.
âNeither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.â
How did he not see? How could he be so blind?
âI know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.â
A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.
âNow, I canât linger too long-â He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. â-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, Iâll make sure of it.â
Kazuhaâs voice echoes your final line - âTo you, my hope, be well and stay true.â
(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)
hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3
things i did (143 event drabble)
pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)
warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on readerâs part, communication issues but technically they just donât talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end,Â
a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if youâre asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when itâs lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT đ) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)
The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.
You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.
Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.
Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.
(âIf youâre still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.â Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. âYouâll always have a spot on the Alcor, if thatâs what you want.â)
âŠWhat do you want?
Shouldnât it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-
Ah. Thatâs it.
Youâre scared, arenât you?
Your hands retract from Kazuhaâs, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.
Heâs just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.
(âYou are what appears when the word âserendipityâ comes to mind.â He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)
Heâs still in your grasp, and yet heâs already gone.
You shouldnât have to convince yourself that this is for the best.
But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.
âââ
âFor my dear Kazuha,â He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. âIâm sorry.â
Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.
âYou, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.â
He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.
âI despise the fact that I couldnât say this in person,â Your voice echoes in his ears. âBut if I saw you, I donât think Iâd be able to leave.â
He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.
âNeither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.â
How did he not see? How could he be so blind?
âI know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.â
A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.
âNow, I canât linger too long-â He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. â-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, Iâll make sure of it.â
Kazuhaâs voice echoes your final line - âTo you, my hope, be well and stay true.â
(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)
hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3
things i did (143 event drabble)
pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)
warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on readerâs part, communication issues but technically they just donât talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end,Â
a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if youâre asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when itâs lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT đ) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)
The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.
You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.
Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.
Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.
(âIf youâre still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.â Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. âYouâll always have a spot on the Alcor, if thatâs what you want.â)
âŠWhat do you want?
Shouldnât it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-
Ah. Thatâs it.
Youâre scared, arenât you?
Your hands retract from Kazuhaâs, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.
Heâs just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.
(âYou are what appears when the word âserendipityâ comes to mind.â He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)
Heâs still in your grasp, and yet heâs already gone.
You shouldnât have to convince yourself that this is for the best.
But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.
âââ
âFor my dear Kazuha,â He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. âIâm sorry.â
Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.
âYou, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.â
He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.
âI despise the fact that I couldnât say this in person,â Your voice echoes in his ears. âBut if I saw you, I donât think Iâd be able to leave.â
He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.
âNeither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.â
How did he not see? How could he be so blind?
âI know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.â
A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.
âNow, I canât linger too long-â He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. â-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, Iâll make sure of it.â
Kazuhaâs voice echoes your final line - âTo you, my hope, be well and stay true.â
(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)
hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3
things i did (143 event drabble)
pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)
warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on readerâs part, communication issues but technically they just donât talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end,Â
a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if youâre asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when itâs lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT đ) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)
The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.
You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.
Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.
Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.
(âIf youâre still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.â Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. âYouâll always have a spot on the Alcor, if thatâs what you want.â)
âŠWhat do you want?
Shouldnât it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-
Ah. Thatâs it.
Youâre scared, arenât you?
Your hands retract from Kazuhaâs, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.
Heâs just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.
(âYou are what appears when the word âserendipityâ comes to mind.â He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)
Heâs still in your grasp, and yet heâs already gone.
You shouldnât have to convince yourself that this is for the best.
But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.
âââ
âFor my dear Kazuha,â He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. âIâm sorry.â
Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.
âYou, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.â
He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.
âI despise the fact that I couldnât say this in person,â Your voice echoes in his ears. âBut if I saw you, I donât think Iâd be able to leave.â
He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.
âNeither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.â
How did he not see? How could he be so blind?
âI know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.â
A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.
âNow, I canât linger too long-â He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. â-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, Iâll make sure of it.â
Kazuhaâs voice echoes your final line - âTo you, my hope, be well and stay true.â
(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)
hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3
things i did (143 event drabble)
pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)
warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on readerâs part, communication issues but technically they just donât talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end,Â
a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if youâre asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when itâs lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT đ) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)
The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.
You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.
Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.
Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.
(âIf youâre still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.â Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. âYouâll always have a spot on the Alcor, if thatâs what you want.â)
âŠWhat do you want?
Shouldnât it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-
Ah. Thatâs it.
Youâre scared, arenât you?
Your hands retract from Kazuhaâs, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.
Heâs just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.
(âYou are what appears when the word âserendipityâ comes to mind.â He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)
Heâs still in your grasp, and yet heâs already gone.
You shouldnât have to convince yourself that this is for the best.
But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.
âââ
âFor my dear Kazuha,â He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. âIâm sorry.â
Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.
âYou, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.â
He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.
âI despise the fact that I couldnât say this in person,â Your voice echoes in his ears. âBut if I saw you, I donât think Iâd be able to leave.â
He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.
âNeither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.â
How did he not see? How could he be so blind?
âI know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.â
A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.
âNow, I canât linger too long-â He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. â-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, Iâll make sure of it.â
Kazuhaâs voice echoes your final line - âTo you, my hope, be well and stay true.â
(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)
it has just come to my realization that it has been one year since creating a draft about albedo sketching and being mildly disturbed by a sea ganoderma in the first golden apple archipelago
pairings: pantalone, arlecchino, childe x gn!reader (separate)
warnings: mentions of alcohol/consumption of alcohol, working with kids, aggressive behavior from a man, cass writes childe again when they know they canât write childe
a/n: i was up very late finishing writing this on call w/ a friend and i am very much sleep deprived. we read tarot cards for our self ships and i got distracted. ik i still have two more event requestsâŠbut harbinger video đđ
âDetestable.â
A hand comes to rest on Dottoreâs shoulder, indigo gems embedded in silver that glint in the ballroom light. The Regrator smirks at his fellow harbingerâs discomfort, inclining his head to the floor below of glitz and glamor.
âA great many things in this world are. But tonight,â He flourishes, winking at a nearby group of lingering women. âWe have a captive audience, and a script to follow.â
The others are already mingling along; The Captain and The Puppet, The Knave and the Maiden, all those fools with masks of their own in this mock of a wake.
(If only Rosalyne could see us now.)
(I - as a visitor from afar.)
Your outfit seems ill-fitting in comparison to the fine silks and bespoke suits scattered around the ballroom. Silently sipping on a glass of champagne (that surely costs more than your yearly salary), you find the nightly snowfall outside the windows more entertaining than the poor soul trying to chat you up.
Admittedly, you feel a bit bad for tuning him out for so long - but when you start a conversation about money with probably one of the least-rich people in the room, itâs kind of anticipated. His tangent about work has gone on for so long, youâre starting to miss your own work. And bed. Archons above, itâs cold here.
âThat uh, that sounds interesting!â You finally interrupt, stopping him quick before he gets into his grievances with lukewarm water on his many travels. âUnfortunately, it seems that someone else is calling for me, soâŠ.have a good day!â
Your steps are frantic as he tries to follow your movements in his stupor, nearly catching your wrist when-
âOh? Whatâs this, hm?â
Black, elegantly crafted gloves enter your vision, a gentle yet freezing hand on each of your shoulders. The voice behind you is close, almost deceptively charming. The man in front of you almost blends in with the snow outside at how pale he turns.
âM- My lord, I-â
The voice tuts disapprovingly.
âThe Fair Lady would disapprove of such behavior, especially coming from one of her subordinates, no?â You brace yourself when a hand drifts across to your drink, lifting the bubbling amber out of your fingers with little resistance. âRemember your lady with the dignity and grace she carried in life.â
The Regrator steps into his spotlight, ready for a show.
âFire and ice still burn, you know.â
It comes to your realization that the man in front of you wears the traditional mourning black, with a differing charm at his suit to signify his allegiance to Lady Signora.
It also comes to your realization, as the man slinks away and another takes his place, that your âsaviorâ is at an entirely different level than the opulence that decorates the halls.
He takes your hand gently, the long-forgotten cup of champagne already gone in favor of your knuckles to his lips. The rings on his fingers shine, pale silver and aubergine against his midnight black and blue suit.
âIt seems we have yet to be acquainted.â
Your words are tentative, step by step as you peer into the newfound abyss that grins so strangely at you.
âWellâŠ.I can fix that.â
May the Tsaritsa save your soul.
(II - as an ever-loyal servant.)
The children at your feet beg for more stories, more tales of faraway lands and endless oceans where the sun is everlasting. You laugh at their enthusiasm in their tiny suits and little skirts.
âSettle down, now.â Your eyes travel from each eager face, unable to suppress your own grin. âFirst, I want you all to go get something to eat, alright? Itâs quite late, and I know youâre all a bit bored.â
Their heads nod in unison. So cute!
âPair up, and be polite!â You call after their scuttling shoes and bubbly giggles.
A new pair of shoes enters your vision, ruby-jeweled and black and white heels that automatically make you drop to a bow.
âMy lady, I-â
âIt is no fault of yours for dealing with rambunctious children. Rise.â
Before you can blink, youâre eye-to-eye with Lady Arlecchino, red-crossed pupils studying your face curiously. You squirm under her scrutiny, but stand your ground in front of the harbinger you swore allegiance to so many years ago.
She laughs at your retort. âMost of them will go their entire lives having never met The Fair Lady.â
âYet,â You begin, breaking her stare to gaze after their faces. âThey will remember what she achieved and what she sacrificed in the name of the nation. A lady of poise and intelligence to emulate as they devote their hope to our land.â
Your hands find purchase in her grasp, making you almost stumble into her arms with her ferocity.
A new brightness in her eyes appears, a frightening beauty in the everlasting blizzard.
âThank you,â She whispers. âFor remembering her right.â
(III - as a crack in the lens.)
You sit back in your chair, a fresh glass of sparklingâŠsomething in your hand and a keen ear out to the busy businessmen that whisper furtively between each other at the next table over.
All this buzz over a dead woman, hm? A new pecking order moves upâŠyet another mistressâŠfailed experiments- utterly useless information like the last party.
Your eyes scan the crowds and schmoozers, following the glamorous patrons with a bored expression until you meet that oh-so stubborn sapphire blue smirk that makes you choke on your drink.
The Eleventh Harbinger is a demon of his own design, but archons above does he look remarkably tempting in his dark suit.
He leans back in his own chair, giving your disguise of the evening a careful appraisal. His nod of approval is greeted by your gaze of disdain as you turn to keep him in your peripheral. Of course he would be hereâŠbut why did he have to be so dammed observant?
You can practically hear his teasing tone, feel his curiosity creeping up your arms like spiders - even with the distance.
This waltz of yours is much more dangerous under the knife.
As he raises his glass in toast, you raise yours; praying that heâll find you more interesting than your possible intentions.
fun fact i didnât realize it was the hug emoji until recently and every time i saw it i thought it was the film camera (đ„) in a different color đ also hugs back atlas!!!
1. Whatâs your favorite character(s) to write for?
answered this already but another character i like to write a lot is zhongli!!! i donât have too many works for him on my blog, but i do like to work a lot with his âyoungerâ side because heâs always seen as this old and wise figure thatâs so no-nonsense but i think he used to be so silly!! heâs learning about humanity and itâs little idiosyncrasies one step at a time :)
15. What is the fanfic youâve written that youâre most proud of?
also kinda answered this already lmao but i love love love my prince kaeya au so much like i donât write as much about it but it was like my first big exploration into his character! plus prince kaeya and personal guard reader was such a big brain move of me (even though i had no idea at the time how to properly write it out đ§ââïž)
24. Do you prefer AUs with the characters, or sticking to the original universe?
side note why did i just realize that you wrote the bento box fic đ§ââïžik i didnât put anything in the tags when i rbed it but it was so good!!!! angry short man learns to cook for love so true
1. Whatâs your favorite character(s) to write for?
(evidently) i write a lot of diluc. heâs one of my favorites to write for, simply because his character is easy to capture for me. like heâs often seen as this big serious guy, but i try to look at the more human parts of him! bc this guy can take on abyss camps singlehandedly but he was probably the kind of kid who was constantly missing teeth bc of his childhood antics :) his angst potential is also endless!!! i cause him lots of pain >:)
7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?
