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✩ CHAPTER SUMMARY : After speaking with Elio, Sunday comes out to join the rest of the hunters - that includes you.
✩ SERIES SYNOPSIS : Following the catastrophe of the Charmony Festival, rather than in one of Penacony's hospitals or prisons, Sunday awakens right in the base of one of the most notorious criminals in the galaxies. With nowhere else to go, he's left to follow you, the Stellaron Hunters' medic, in his attempts to become accustomed to his new life.
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✩ ADDITIONAL NOTES : COUGHS OUT BLOOD why was this actually hard BYE. not too happy w this one but yall will be the judge of that .... i hate this chapter's title but i genuinely have no idea what to name this chapter. maybe ill change it one day. one day… ALSO I HAVE. PICTURES. FOR THE CHATROOMS BECAUSE. I DESIRE SILLINESS. i have alt descriptions if yall need it xoxo. unedited.
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“Despite the recent reverberation in the Dreamscape, the Family reports that Penacony remains mostly unaffected, much to the relief of many Dreamchasers. The Charmony Festival is set to resume on the Radiant Feldstar with Miss Robin conducting the opening ceremony. As for the now fallen Oak Family, reports say that the former head is currently-”
With a click and a hiss, small blue flames flare to life. You hum absentmindedly as you set down a wok, pouring in some cooking oil, and then throwing in onions, rice, egg and other ingredients needed to make the only food you really cooked regularly: Cosmic Fried Rice - or at least, your rendition of it. Soon enough, the kitchen is filled with the savory aroma of your favorite comfort food.
Footsteps tapped lightly behind you, uncertain and uneased.
Having been in the Hunters for quite some time now, you know each Stellaron Hunter’s footsteps like the back of your hand, and these are unfamiliar. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips.
“I’m assuming your discussion went well?” you say knowingly, mixing in soy sauce into the rice with your spatula.
Elio leaps onto the counter soundlessly - he never makes noise when walking, even on the rare occasion that he chooses to present as human. When you’d first joined, you’d thought him creepy for it, but now, you’ve grown used to it. You flash him a smile as he comes up to you, giggling as he butts your arm playfully with his head.
“Does the great Seer wish for a place?” you tease. Elio only meows in response and sits down with an expectant look in his eyes. “Alright, alright. And what about the princess?”
You don’t have to see Sunday’s face to know he’s giving you a less than pleasant look.
“I will not be needing any, thank you,” he says flatly. You raise a brow, glancing back at him as you open the cupboard in search of bowls.
“Are you sure? My food apparently has somewhat of a healing effect. It might help you feel better.”
He shakes his head, his expression filled with nothing short of exasperation. “No, I’ll be fi-”
Growl.
Sunday’s cheeks bloom into a rosy hue as his wings stiffen in embarrassment. Elio tilts his head, narrowing his eyes in mild amusement. You, on the other hand, are not so subtle and have to kick yourself to keep from laughing for Sunday’s sake.
“Okay, that’s a yes then,” you chuckle, ducking your head so that he couldn’t see your face and busying yourself with grabbing a third bowl.
Sunday coughs into his fist, his smile tight. “My apologies. As I spend most of my time in the Dreamscape, I’m afraid it has been a while since I’ve had my last meal.”
“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Elio speaks up suddenly. He is by no means a loud man, but when he speaks, you can’t help but be compelled to listen - much like your senior, Kafka. “I assure you, we have all seen worse. [Name] here just likes to tease.”
“...If you insist.” The chairs scrape against the tiles as Sunday takes a seat (Elio stays on the countertop, what for, you don’t care enough to ponder. Probably just wants to make sure you actually make him a bowl).
“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure. Elio follows you off the counter as you make your way to the dining table. “I always make extra in case hungry little birds like you or Elio come running around. Just dig in.”
You set down a steaming bowl of fresh fried rice in front of Sunday, the lap cheong sizzling and gleaming and the rice itself darkened from the soy sauce. Sunday nods his thanks, placing his hand on his chest before taking the spoon you offered him.
Elio hops onto the chair that’s seated directly across Sunday. The Halovian in question gives him an inquisitive glance, but before he can ask how Elio is supposed to eat as a cat, the seer begins to warp in form. You smile knowingly.
In the blink of an eye, the black feline is gone and in its place is a young man with hair the color of pearls and eyes a blue so bright you’d honestly thought he’d dyed them. You often joked that Elio had the fashion sense of a sickly Victorian child, and he wouldn’t be proving you wrong today. With ruffled sleeves and collars, an asymmetrical ribbon tying his rattail of a hairdo, and a big bow tied on his chest, he looked as if he’d come from a period several Amber Eras ago.
“I should’ve known Destiny’s Slave wasn’t a mere feline given intelligence,” Sunday observes, a tinge of intrigue and awe in his voice. Elio laughs elegantly, his voice like a bell.
“Naturally, no,” he hums, blowing lightly on his food before taking a bite. “Who knows how long it’d take to write the scripts if I were.”
“You could always do voice-to-text,” you suggest, taking a seat next to the seer. Elio contemplates it, but ultimately shakes his head.
“Technology hasn’t progressed to a point where that method is efficient, unfortunately,” he laments. You nod sympathetically.
“Truly a shame.” Across the table, Sunday still regards his food with some hesitance. You tilt your head, opting to throw him a little encouragement. “I haven’t drugged it, princess.”
“That’s… not what I was worried about.” Although now, he does look a little concerned. “Are you sure it’s alright for me to eat this?”
You sighed. “I wouldn’t have given you any if it wasn’t.”
Sunday stares at his spoonful of rice one more time before he finally takes a bite. He braces himself for… something (you don’t know what it is and frankly it’s better for your ego that you don’t find out), but surprise and delight washes over him as the flavors begin to settle in.
“Not bad, right?” You can’t help but beam in self-satisfaction; the joys of watching someone enjoy something you made were second to none, except maybe free-falling off of a skyscraper while being chased by the local law enforcement.
Sunday nods. Despite his controlled movements and dignified demeanor, you can see a little bit of childish eagerness that managed to slip through and reveal just how much he liked the food. The pair of wings that lay right behind his ears flapped for a few seconds, before Sunday notices and immediately forces them to behave. You bite down another giggle, but can’t stop the corner of your lip from twitching.
“It’s delicious,” he finally manages, swallowing. “You have quite the talent.”
You chuckle. “Thanks.”
Before you go and eat yourself, you quickly pull out your phone to text and alert the rest of the Hunters, who are either out on a mission (Firefly, Silver Wolf), brooding (Blade), or doing who knows what in who knows where (Kafka).
Fondness warms your heart as you read the two’s replies. Silver Wolf has always been like a little sister to you, annoyance-inducing and all, and Firefly is your closest friend - although you’ll like to say that you’re close with all of the Hunters, even Blade. You wouldn’t be lying if you said that they were the closest thing to family you’d ever had.
You glance up at Sunday, who is now chatting amiably with Elio. His clothes are still the same ones as when he’d arrived from Penacony, meaning that they were somewhat dirty and roughed up.
Oh, right. You looked back to your screen. He probably doesn’t have any of his personal items - Kafka just snatched him and left it at that.
“Are you not going to eat?”
Sunday looks at you curiously from across the table. His bowl is almost finished, you notice - he wasn’t kidding when he said it’d been a while since he’d last eaten. Elio has disappeared without a trace, his bowl lying neatly in the drying rack.
“Yeah, I just have to text the others first.” You set your phone down. “What, worried for me?”
“Hardly,” Sunday scoffs quietly. “I simply didn’t want to see a hot meal go wasted.”
“I mean,” you take a bite, “were you going to eat it if I didn’t?”
You receive nothing more than a rolling of the eyes from the former Family Head in response. He’s more expressive than you anticipated - from what Firefly had told you, Sunday was more on the dignified, honorable, and refined side. But it’s a welcome change - you don’t know what you’ll do if you had another Blade on your hands.
Still, going back to the clothes… It’ll be a while before Silver Wolf returns with Sunday’s belongings (the script comes first, after all), and you weren’t going to let him run around in the same outfit for who knows how long.
You turn over your phone and click a button. Instantly, holographic screens pop up around you displaying all sorts of information, such as the spaceship’s current location and any planets floating around nearby. One of these planets in particular catches your eye.
“Well, aren’t we lucky,” you muse to yourself. Sunday raises a brow. You tap lightly on one of the many screens. It enlarges, showing a holograph of a popular tourist destination - Euphrosyne, a famous shopping and entertainment planet owned by the IPC. “Looks like you’ll be getting a new wardrobe sooner than expected.”
“Pardon?”
You lean back in your chair and dismiss the holograms. “Silver Wolf can only bring so much back from Penacony for you, and she’ll likely only be bringing back casual clothes or pajamas. You aren’t expecting to wear the same old uniform forever, are you?”
Disgruntled, Sunday looks away. “You’ve given me enough kindness by saving me. I couldn’t possibly ask for more.”
“Yeah, that’s the funny thing with gifts. You don’t ask for them, they just kinda appear.”
“You know what I mean.” Sunday lets out a tired sigh. He stands up and goes to wash his bowl. You shrug.
“There’s a tradition among us Hunters.” You stand up as well and make your way to Sunday’s side. Leaning in towards him, you smirk at the side-eye he gives you. “Whenever we get a new member - which is rare, mind you, we give them gifts as a welcoming ceremony, to help them get used to their new lives.”
“Is that right,” Sunday says dryly. He reluctantly pulls off his gloves and turns on the water. “And am I to presume that this new wardrobe of mine is your gift to me?”
“You could think of it as that.” You turn around to lean against the counter leisurely. “But it’d be more efficient if you were to come with me to Euphrosyne. I mean, unless you want me to take your measurements up close and personal-”
“That won’t be necessary, thank you.” Sunday abruptly shuts off the water from the sink. He’s turned his head in a way so that you can’t see his expression and his wings raise to further block your view. But, much to your amusement, he can’t hide the redness of his ears.
You trace the counter with your gloved fingers. “So… are you coming or not?”
“I… I’m not sure,” he says. “I am currently a wanted criminal. Wouldn’t it be unwise for me to walk in plain daylight, much less this soon after my conviction?”
Heels click from behind him, interrupting your conversation. You immediately brighten at the familiar footsteps, stepping away from the counter to greet your favorite senior.
“Webs!” you call out warmly. Kafka, the elusive wielder of the Spirit Whisper smiles demurely as she walks up to you and Sunday. “What’re you doing here? Last I heard, you were out near the Montour System?”
“Well, I heard there was food here, so I naturally had to stop by.” Kafka looks Sunday up and down, her smile growing as he stands his ground against her piercing gaze. “So, Birdie, you’re finally awake.”
“You must be Kafka,” Sunday nods politely, a tinge of wariness in his voice. “I’ve heard much about you.”
“Really now?” Kafka languidly crosses her arms. “All good things, I hope?”
Sunday smiles. “That all depends on whose perspective you’re looking from.”
“Ha!” Kafka raises a hand to her lips. “You’ve got quite the attitude, don’t you? That’s good. You’ll need that in our line of work.”
“Thank you,” Sunday says, putting a hand on his chest. His gloves are back and his hands have dried.
“I heard a bit of your conversation earlier,” Kafka hums. “So you’re heading off to Euphrosyne, huh? Seems like everyone’s going on vacation nowadays.”
“Sure am,” you reply nonchalantly. “His Highness over here needs a new wardrobe.”
“Is that right.” Kafka chuckles at your nickname for Sunday, while the man himself throws you another unamused look. You stick your tongue out at him playfully - everyone in the Hunters gets a stupid nickname from you, and he sure isn’t going to be an exception. “Well, don’t let me keep you for too long. I’m only here for the food.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you wave her off. “Anyways. To answer your question, princess, we have a way of getting around security. But,” you cross your arms, spinning on your heel to fully face him, “we will need to do something about that fancy outfit of yours. You’ll look too out of place for our trinkets to work properly.”
Sunday steps out of the way for Kafka to pick up some rice of her own. “Then what do you suggest we do?”
You tap your chin a few times, thinking. Then you snap your fingers, suddenly enlightened with an idea. “I know just who to find. Webs, do you know where the old man is?”
“Bladie?” Kafka recalls. “Last I saw him, he was sharpening his sword in the training room.”
“Thanks.” You beckon Sunday to follow you as you make your way out of the kitchen. “Can you put the rice away for me? The girls will want some when they come back.”
“Sure. Have fun, you two~ Don’t get into too much trouble.”
There’s a skip in your step as you stride down the hallways. The walls of your mothership are covered in all sorts of things, ranging from Silver Wolf’s graffiti drafts to Firefly’s stickers, giving it a homey atmosphere.
“I should probably give you a mini-tour, huh.” You slow down your pace so that you can walk side by side with Sunday. “Where we’re headed into is the residency hall. Training room’s just beyond that, with our other… facilities.”
“I see.” Sunday chuckles at one of Silver Wolf’s graffiti, that one depicting a K.O. of a random NPC. “Your base is more comfortable than I’d expected. It’s almost cute, in a way.”
“Were you expecting a more intimidating setup?”
“I’m sure anyone would,” Sunday reasons.
“Fair point.”
You pass by the various rooms of the Hunters, each with their own distinct style. Silver Wolf boasts a retro-style door that bears a resemblance to ancient arcade machines, while Firefly’s is decorated with various flowers and fairy lights. Kafka’s room is marked by a simple yet elegant mahogany door with gold accents. A classical string melody always plays from behind it. Blade’s dark grey door has no decorations at all - and truthfully, that’s how you know it’s his.
And then there’s your room, distinguished by the various polaroid pictures strung along the top of the door frame, accompanied by an assortment of flowers you’ve picked up from your travels. Some were more carnivorous than the rest, and others more poisonous. One of them even snaps at you as you pass (Sunday barely manages to hide his flinch). You’ll have to feed it when you get back.
“This’ll be your room.” You gesture vaguely at the sterile white door that lies opposite from yours. Its barrenness matches its interior - you know from experience. “We have some basic furniture in there for you, but other than that, how you decorate is really up to you.”
Sunday doesn’t reply. You pause from your tour to see him staring blankly at his future home. His expression doesn’t change - you imagine years of serving as the Oak Family’s esteemed dog have trained that into him - but his eyes are tormented by conflict, uncertainty, and, most of all, guilt.
He really does have a lot on his mind… The poor thing. You know that he’s going through a lot right now, but perhaps you’re going a little too fast.
“How about this,” you pipe up. Sunday glances at you warily, and you almost laugh at that. Looks like he’s already started to distrust you and your ideas, like any other one of the Hunters. Except Kafka. You love Kafka. “We can save the trip for tomorrow, let you get situated a bit before heading off.”
The Halovian’s shoulders stiffen. “I’m quite alright, although I thank you for your concern.”
You huff good-naturedly. “I’m a doctor, princess, even if I don’t act like one. You’ve gone through a massive change. I’d be more worried if you were perfectly fine like you said.”
His gaze lowers. “...alright, if you insist.”
You gently pat him on the shoulder before heading off down the hall. Behind you, Sunday stays there for a bit longer, before he inhales deeply, the breath rattling in his chest - proof of his exhaustion. His sterile white door opens without so much as a creak, and then he’s gone.
As for you…
“Hey, old man?” You call out, your voice echoing eerily across the walls as the doors to the training room open with a quiet hiss.
Silence is all that replies.
“I’m stealing some of your clothes for the new guy, okay?”
Still no answer.
“This means that you’re not getting them back until we get him new clothes tomorrow.”
Nothing.
“Cool. Thanks. Great talk. Amazing, actually.”
And that’s it. You turn on your heel and walk back to the residency hall so that you can raid your senior’s room.
When you finally return to kick open the door to Sunday’s room, you’re greeted with a very judgemental Sunday. He sits stiffly on the bed as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself - although that changed the second you walked in.
“I heard your conversation - or should I say, your lack of a conversation,” he says slowly. “Are you sure this… ‘Bladie’ is fine with this?”
“Well, he hasn’t stabbed me yet,” you say cheerfully, setting down the various clothes you’d grabbed from Blade’s closet. “In his language, that’s a yes.”
“That’s- What if he hadn’t heard you?” Sunday continues to press nevertheless. He reminds you a lot of a scolding mother. “If it turns out that he hadn’t and he becomes angered, I won’t-”
“Who do you think is the senior here?” You narrow your eyes challengingly. Seriously, this guy talks way too much. “I’ve worked with the old man for at least an Amber Era. There’s no way he couldn’t have heard me - he’s ancient, not deaf.”
Sunday doesn’t look convinced. You heave a heavy sigh.
“Look. Do you trust me?”
“No.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to have to.” You take a look around the room. Yep, it’s as boring and honestly, as mind-numbing as usual. Elio always did like his poetry, and looking at this room, which had as much soul and character as printer paper (along with the color, too), it didn’t take a genius to guess what he meant by it. “There’s underwear and pajamas in there, along with some casual wear for if you want to roam. Blade’s bigger than you, but it still should fit relatively well.”
“...Thank you.” He sounds like a broken record.
“Don’t mention it.” You begin to leave the room, but stop just before you pass the doorway. “Oh, and princess?”
“Yes?”
“You do want to go with me tomorrow, right?”
Surprise flickers over Sunday’s face. Then, another smile washes over him - this time genuine and appreciative, not one of his politician smiles.
“Don’t worry, I do,” he assures, a bit of a laugh in his voice. “It’s been a while since I’ve last left Penacony. Seeing another world after all these years… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the least bit excited.”
You don’t entirely believe him, but he’s sincere enough. “That’s good. See you tomorrow, then.”
I don't mean to sugarcoat it but I would love to see a Kafka x male teen reader(platonic)
Kafka x male teen reader (platonic)
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Wanted Stellaron Hunter
Y/N
Dead or Alive
1.5 billion credits
You read the poster aloud to the group who sat on a couch after leaving the loufu.
"Look who finally got a name for himself. Congrats, you have been seen." She walked up to you, took the poster from you, and looked at it proudly, "They got a good picture of you too."
You looked between her and the poster with a frown.
"If you're saddened by your bounty being so low. Don't be, nobody knows even a fraction of what you can do yet." Blade was next to walk up to you and patted your shoulder.
"It's not that... I didn't follow the script. I did the opposite of what Elio told me to do." You pouted causing Kafka to laugh.
Your job on the Loufu was to ensure the 'Pons' were in place and not to be seen. However, you had never seen the trailblazer in person and just wanted to get a peak. Unfortunately, the general saw you and recognized that your clothes were out of place. He called you out on it, you gave half-answers he was suspicious and took you (forcefully) to the master diviner.
"That was in the script."
"What."
"Elio predicted you disobey and follow the trailblazer. You did your main task, that's all he wanted from you." Silver Wolf explain not looking up from her game.
"Oh..."
"Yep, you did your job perfectly, n/n." Kafka cooed at you.
Male Xianyun(genshin impact) reader telling embarrassing stories of the High-Cloud Quintet to Stella/Caelus, March 7th, Dan Heng and Yanqing
High-Cloud Quintet Troubles
M. Reader as Xianyun [Genshin Impact] (Platonic)
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I don't know if they could even be called embarrassing. But they're definitely random.
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The days in the Loufu were quiet. Everything seems to be peaceful once the whole crisis was resolved. That is.. until Dan Heng meet an "old friend"...
"Baiheng managed to scare Jing Yuan enough with her stories to the point he would bolted right out of bed out of fright. He wasn't able to sleep for days!" He says casually, sipping his tea. March and Caelus burst out laughing as the image of a frighten General comes to mind, the "all mighty" General, shaking like a leaf over some scary story from a Foxian. Their laughter is quite nice on the ear. It's been centuries since [Name] could enjoy moments like this. Oh and the look on the youngsters face is just wonderful. "Um.. [Name].. you don't really have to.." "Oh please, I insist."
Dan Heng shifted his gaze awkwardly amongst the group. Don't get him wrong, a reunion is always nice. But he didn't think it would be like this. Surely the elder would run out of stories, right..?
Oh how wrong he was..
"One time Baiheng was so dizzy from a flight test she fell out of the starskiff the moment it landed!"
"Wait, really?" March asked curiously. The famed starskiff piolet herself, can actually be somewhat clumsy? She thought the Foxian was perfect in all sorts of ways!
"Oh, I almost forgot! Jingliu had once become a walking cooler for everyone, her abnormally cold temperature actually has its use during intense heat."
"She what?!" Yanqing exclaimed. The Grand Swordmaster? Really? Caelus snickers at the mental image, everyone laying on each limp of the cold swordmaster's body just to cool off. What a sight that must be!
"And that one time where Yingxing was sick, Dan Feng nearly overdosed him with medicine. The prescription for short-lived species are different after all, but that somehow flew over his head."
Dan Heng remain silent at the elder's words, averting his eyes as he took a sip of his tea. It seems the High Elder isn't as "precise" as everyone says.
"Speaking of Yingxing, during his process in making weapons, he would craft some questionable items out. It's hard to describe but it's no doubt bizarre. The best way I can describe it is of a child who just discover pottery."
"They're that bad?"
"Bad? they was horrendous!!"
Caelus lets out a laugh at the other mental image, he could imagine what types of "weapons" Yingxing was creating and dubbed it as a prototype. Well at that point, might as well trust the process had become a mantra.
As much as people praise and hold the High Cloud Quintent in such high regards. They doesn't seem all that perfect when [Name]'s the one telling the story. The mighty group sounded more like friends messing around, having fun, and.. creating memories.
☆ Warnings: Mentions and hints of kidnapping // Mentions of death (In Blades one)
★ Extra: Reader is shorter then most characters (They're about 6-7 age wise) // Characters are single dads // Semi Proof-Read // Short
Sampo is a con man, and he's made many people dislike him, many people want revenge on whatever he did. He knows this, however he never thought those people would resort to kidnapping his own kid to do so.
Look, you can hurt him, you can ruin his reputation, you can do whatever. But to kidnap you just because of your association with him is where he draws the line. As soon as he gets word on what happened he's finding out your location straight away.
And as soon as he knows it, he'll find a way to get you back and the perpetrators won't know what hit them until they wake up to find you gone and a note from the man himself, Sampo Koski.
Blade is pissed. Sure he may not always have time for you however he cares for you a lot. You are his kid, and once word gets to him that you're kidnapped? He is tracking you down no matter how long it takes or the amount of bodies gets left in his trail to find you.
He gets SilverWolf to help track your location and as soon as he knows he's off to get you. He only has to pray to whatever Aeons that you're blindfolded as he's not wasting a minute in hearing the cries of mercy, they don't deserve it.
Once he gets you home he inspects you to make sure you're fine, to ensure you're not hurt. He never lets you leave his sight after that, or anyone's for that matter. If he must leave for a mission he asks for the other members or even Elio to take care of you until he returns.
Argenti truly loves and protects you. As a knight he does this incredibly well so when someone successfully kidnaps you he's more than surprised. He puts a halt in his search for Idrila as looking for his child is far more important in this moment and time.
He isn't sure what he did to get someone to want to kidnap you or if all they want is money. But he will track you down, if they want money then he'll give it to them. However if you are hurt upon returning to him or they still refuse to give you back then he isn't afraid to put up a fight.
He won't go too far, he'll merely knock them out and call the appropriate authorities to take them away. He understands that whatever happened shook you. Scared you, so he'll spend more time with you to try and take your mind off things, take you out to various planets to shop. His search for Idrila can wait. For now YOU are his priority
I feel like Gepard oftens leaves you with Serval when he's out on duty. So the chances of you getting kidnapped are rather low as you have an auntie to protect you, not to mention the Silvermane Guards outside her workshop and how I feel Serval would make small guard robots.
So it comes to a surprise when he finds out you've been kidnapped. He doesn't bother asking questions, for now he quickly gathers a search party and gets others to ask around as he investigates the workshop. Perhaps you were kidnapped by a worker of Serval, this gives Gepard a good idea and he searches the houses of said worker.
Once he finds where you are, he wastes no time in arresting them and anyone else who happens to be in there as he quickly goes to your side to check on your wellbeing. He takes you to the doctors to get you checked up and once you're confirmed to be okay he's relieved.
Bronya gives him a few days off so he can spend time with you, it also gives him time to figure out how to ensure this won't happen again. He still trusts Serval to look after you, and she's already making sure to be careful who she lets work with her but he wants to be doubly sure nothing will happen to you again.
I need Blades banner to go so I'm not tempted to pull for his LC. I need Loucha.
I wanted to request Platonic Boothill and child reader!
After finding out about what happened to Boothill’s daughter wanted to request him finding child reading and taking them in as his own kid and caring for them, taking them to little events or fairs 😭
FEEL SO BAD FOR BOOTHILL ☹️ HE LOST HIS HOME, HIS DAUGHTER AND HIS BODY 😭 IM BALLING MY EYES OUT
— Wunderkind .ᐟ ʚɞ
୨୧ Wunderkind: (noun) a wonder child or child prodigy
Ft. Boothill, gender-neutral reader, platonic. wc: 972
Content: child reader, reader is a sort of 'prize' for an unknown person, the first scene is inspired by mizisua meeting but its platonic, got a little lazy so the rest is headcanons, reader gets surprise adopted, boothill is the best dad ever, he spoils the reader, they both go to fairs and parks often. / a strange man took you in when you were at your lowest. You never knew that you would be at your highest when with him. slight angst but then fluff
Notes: thank you for the request!! i tried my best to incorporate everything that you mentioned. boothill's backstory is so sad and it truly made by tear up, also the IPC sucks.
Fate hadn't been kind to you, you don't remember how you ended up being a so-called prize for a person you barely knew. You don't remember your parent's face nor remember if you even had any. They dressed you up in the fanciest clothes, ones laced with ruffles and the softest cloth, made sure your hair was always neat and tidy. Yet they never actually cared for you, they only wished to show you off as a trophy as they called you.
When out of all the eyes that watched you, they treated you roughly. Grabbing your head and pushing you down to the ground when you didn't meet their expectations, gripping every inch of your arms and leaving blooming bruises in their wake. All while showing you off to everyone in their premise.
You stared blankly at the street, watching people walk by and cars pass. You sat down in an alley way, leaning against the wall of a shop, just, waiting. You had escaped from that manor, from that wretched place. Although you had no hope that you would be free, sooner or later they would find you and bring you back all to restart that agonizing cycle. Just the thought made you squeamish, it made you disgusted.
Your eyes drooped as you looked at people living normal lives, you oh so desperately wished from someone to take you away from this world. As you were lost in your thoughts a pair of boots stopped in front of you, you snapped out of your daydreaming and slowly tilted your head up. Your eyes met with grey ones, you stared blankly at the man in front of you. He had white and black hair, the two colors clashing like yin and yang, it was pretty. He... looked concerned? The man crouched down on one knee to be at your level, you watched him as he did, not once did you take your eyes off of him.
"Hey, uh, ya' okay, kid?" he questioned, his tone was soft and barely above a whisper as if you would run away at the slightest noise. You blinked in surprise, you hadn't expected to be asked such a thing. Your eyes darted somewhere else that wasn't his face, did he want to help you? You considered saying that you didn't want help, but what would that mean for you?
You would be stuck living a life full of emptiness, unfulfilled by your wrongful choice. You looked back at him. He was still there, patiently awaiting your response. "I'm..." You momentarily stopped, your throat felt dry, you swallowed. "I'm lost and... alone, " you squeaked out. Although this wasn't the entire truth, yet it wasn't a complete lie either.
"Hm.." He hummed as his eyebrows furrowed, a conflicted expression on his face. He then perked up or rather tensed. He noticed a bruise, one which is black and dark purple at the moment, looks like a darker spot beneath your sleeve. He slowly reached out towards your arm, and he looked back at you. "May i?" He asked, his robotic fingertips gracing the edge of your long sleeve. Your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded. You suppose that this man really does want to help you.
He gently grasped your smaller hand in his, it was cold and stiff. Yet it didn't feel like theirs, this one was careful, considerate. The cool material felt nice against your sweaty palms.
The bruise spread from halfway up your arm down to almost your wrist, a deep purple-black bruise that stood out from the lighter colors of your clothes. It looks like it was recently made and very painful. The man looked stunned, as if this wasn't a normal occurrence. Well, you guess it wasn't for anyone else other than you. "Yer gonna need medical care, bud." He swiftly picked you up in his arms, holding you softly as if you would break in an instant.
You jumped slightly; you weren't used to being picked up nor touched in a way that wasn't aggressive for that matter. He led your arms to wrap around his neck, "Hold on, bud." He grinned at you, showing off his shark-like teeth. You stared in awe at your savior, being helped felt... nice. No one had ever been at your Beck and call, only ever "helped" when they wanted.
Tears sprung up into your eyes. You closed them tightly, not wanting to be seen in such a vulnerable state. "Thank you..." You whispered as you burried you head into the junction of his neck. He smiled and stroked the back of your head.
"Uhm.." You hummed out "What's your name mister?" Your head turned to look at him as your cheek was pressed against his shoulder blade. "Boothill, don't forget it." He chuckled and started walking to the nearest hospital.
You nodded, taking his words into account.
You wouldn't forget your savior.
Boothill is the best dad confirmed, he gets you whatever you want, whether it be food, toys, clothes or accessories. He gets it for you.
He's always patting your head or ruffling your hair; you don't mind thought. It's actually very comforting.
CONSTANTLY tells dad jokes and it makes it funnier when he tries cursing but it gets covered up by his synthesia beacon.
The both of you go out often to parks to play. He definitely pushes you on the swings, and helping you go as high as you can. And when he sees your big smile as you reach the bar, he knows he did a good job.
He brought you penacony once (when he was actually let in) and you had the time of your life.
It was very bright but new and exciting.
You got to eat new things that you've never seen before, such as cotton candy
Concept: Argenti with a Knight of Beauty!Child reader
Warnings: relationship between the characters and reader are STRICTLY platonic
Notes: if any information seems off, apologizes because im using google and some info i got from twitter, so a bit of spoilers
Being the youngest known Knight of Beauty, some might get concern about why a literal CHILD is looking Idrila all alone. One of those concern people is apparently Argenti himself. He offered you to travel together finding the Aeon of Beauty. You being a literal a child and Argenti...well, a pretty man in shining armor (who let him be this pretty 😔) of course you accepted his offer.
You grew up being told the great tales of Idrila, and of course their acquaintance being Argenti himself. Of course you'd want to meet him one day, the friend of your parents and your inspiration in finding Idrila. His goals added fuel to your admiration so...you may or may not had snuck out one night to find Idrila and hopefully to run into Argenti. Fortunately, you did!
Now you two are on his ship, traveling together to find the Aeon of Beauty. You once joined him to go to the Astral Express to meet the Nameless and well...lets say it went partially well?? With him barely escaping his tragic fate. Another thing he did that scared you for a bit was when he somehow went to somewhere nowhere to save an IPC member. He got the silent treatment for 5 minutes before he told you that the two of you are going to a beautiful planet for a break from all this chaos.
This planet surprisingly has many varieties of flowers and a lot of flower fields, the sky is dreamlike, and theres a few butterfly-looking creatures (rather not touch it...just in case-). You went off into the flower field looking at the pretty flowers while Argenti sat down near a tree, resting his back against the bark as he cleaned his weapon. The flowers gave you an idea to make a flower crown for him. Now the difficult part is finding which flowers could be weaved to make one.
After a few minutes of hunting for said flowers, you found a flower similar to a spray rose. No thorns and its easy to weave. You quickly tried to measure an imaginary head that might be around Argenti's size and started the flower crown. 20 minutes of trial and error you finally got it, just in time as well as you can hear Argenti calling for you. "Lets go back now, it looks like its going to be night time soon on this planet." Argenti said as you make your way over to him, the flower crown hidden behind your back.
It seems like he noticed you hiding something and decided to ask about it. "Hm? What is that you're hiding?~" You only smiled at him before showing the flower crown you made for him. "A flower crown consisting of beautiful flowers for the beautiful Knight of Beauty!" You said as you signalled him to kneel down so you could put the flower crown on him. He got the hint as he knelt down, one hand over his chestplate as he felt the flower crown on his head.
"Thank you, this is a wonderfully weaved flower crown. I will treasure this gift for as long as I live." Argenti said with his charming smile. He stood up and took your small hands in his large ones, walking back together towards his ship to continue your journey to find the Aeon of Beauty.
thinking about... being the child of dan feng and yingxing.
dan feng is fùqīn, yingxing is bàba.
you were made from components of dan feng and yingxing, hatching from an egg like a vidyadhara. bearing the scion features of dan feng, and the eyes of yingxing.
since the day you were born from your egg, you were sheltered, away from the eyes of the preceptors. long forbid that they found out about you, since dan feng used... unconventional means to make you.
there were times when you had the gift of going outside and experiencing that xianzhou luofu, and of course, accompanied by your bàba and fùqīn. you sat happily at your favorite restaurant, gobbling down your plate of food all while getting said food all over the sides of your cheeks.
dan feng would wipe the food away with a napkin and gently tell you to slow down while eating. yingxing would chuckle, patting your head at your enthusiasm.
at times of sleep, your fùqīn would brush your hair out before bed to make sure you didn't wake up with hair too tangled to brush. bàba would tell you the most amazing bedtime stories, while fùqīn would sit beside him and listen as well.
but not all things in life are happy, dan feng committed a sin and cursed yingxing with immortality. in the process you were discovered by the preceptors and deemed a cursed child, a sin.
you were secentenced to the shackling prison alongside your fùqīn. as the years passed you didn't grow, but your mind matured, too many years passes too many to count of your hands and too many to remember.
then you were freed. freed by the general of the luofu. jing yuan, you knew this man, he was close friends with dan feng and yingxing. He gave you a place to live and a purpose... you no longer felt lost.
there were news of two wanted criminals that infiltrated the luofu, a woman and a man. you had taken a look at their wanted posters, why... did that man look familiar?
I read your post about being the younger sibling of Sunday and Robin, and let me just say, I am SO glad I'm not the only one who enjoys the idea! There is so much potential!!!
Though I'd like to offer a new flavor of sibling fic: the two chicken wing sibs are normal, but their youngest sibling is like Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet. Rebellious and reckless, always getting into trouble on the solar surfer. Why? Because they feel neglected. They feel that the only way to feel alive again is to zip around in restricted areas of Dream's Edge, making the Bloohounds chase after them. Again. And Sunday can only sigh and punish them for their reckless behavior. Again.
Because let's face it, if the youngest sibling is unremarkable in any way, shape, or form, they're gonna be overshadowed and forgotten. Sunday is the head of the Oak family, and Robin is an intergalactic superstar. All the youngest can say they've done was build a solar surfer from spare parts that Robin brought back for them.
(As you can see, this idea has been Plaguing Me)
— just trust me, you’ll be fine..
ft. you’re the sibling of sunday and robin who’s frequently overshadowed by them
cw: hurt/comfort-ish but not really ig, PLATONIC, reader is aged 15, reader is halovian but no specified appearance other than halo and wings, mentions of maeven ellis and makeup and all that stuff, gn! reader, also reader’s a performer
a/n’s note: hiiii anon, tysm for the idea!! sorry if its not exactly how u wanted it, i didnt know how to write it down that detailed since idk the character too well so i switched up some things and roles :(( i hope u like it though, i tried 😓 BTW THIS IS LONG AS HELL AND IDK HOW TO CHECK WORD COUNT ON MOBILE SO ENJOY‼️
— to the entirety of penacony, you’re the sibling of sunday and robin who’s simply just.. there. sure, they respect and acknowledge your presence when you appear in public, but it’s not as grand and respectable when your siblings make way on the streets.
— being the youngest has its cons as well. you’re pretty lonely since your sister is in and out of the home planet, and your brother is always busy upholding his duties. they weren’t neglectful to you, oh no. they just never really had the time for you..
— because of this, you had to get creative with entertaining yourself. your passion for two of the seven fine arts, sculpture and performing, distracted you from the solitude.
— occasionally, robin would buy you materials so you could sculpt simple creations which made you feel overjoyed. you would spend hours trying to perfect a single masterpiece to gift sunday. when you did give it to him, he would always pat you on the head and thank you for the gift with a smile and proceed to put it on a shelf with the rest of your artworks. after that, he would practically never mention it again.
— it didn’t dishearten you entirely, but it made you feel.. empty? you knew you couldn’t cry over something so small, it was too pathetic to do so, right? plus, you couldn’t really tell robin about it. after all, what was she going to anyway?
— as for your love for performing, it was beyond explanation. your older siblings had enrolled you into a theatre arts center that was administered by the iris family themselves. on the weekends, you would go there to attend classes on performances to practice and learn about acting since you strived to become a famous artiste, just like your sister!
— almost immediately did you fit in with the school. your drama coach praised you for your exceptional talents, and newly made friends complimented for your devoted skills for someone who just arrived! but of course, they were just compliments. who knew if they were your friends just because you were the sibling of the great sunday and lovable robin..?
— but because you had just recently joined, you weren’t offered opportunities just yet. instead, you assisted those who worked in theatre production, the ones who help make the sets, costumes, etc. however, you didn’t let the chance go to waste, but you decided to go against telling your siblings since compared to what they have accomplished, your achievement was like ashes flowing in the wind.
— was this envy?
— eventually, you dropped your habit of sculpting to pursue your dream in acting. sometimes, you would sneak out in the night to go towards the center’s theater where the more experienced students held their musicals, plays, and such, even though sunday had basically forbidden you from leaving the abode late in the evening.
— while in disguise, you blended in with the audience and watched as the performers sung, danced, or acted on stage, praying to xipe that maybe, just maybe, you would be the one the audience would be clapping for one day. and that maybe penacony would finally view you with the same admiration that they gave to sunday and robin.
— unfortunately, while returning home after one of your escapades, you ran into your older siblings, and boy, did it turn out so great..
you knew you had messed up big time terribly when you found yourself sitting in a chair a foot away from sunday, his molten gold eyes glaring daggers at you. robin simply stood nearby, a compassionate look in her sparkly eyes.
“so tell me,” sunday began to say, “why on earth are you just returning home at almost midnight, wearing clothes suitable for a banquet?”
robin sighed before looking away from you, probably aware of why you were dressed that way. after all, she knew of your dedication towards the fine arts. meanwhile, one of your hands nervously stroked the feathers of your dainty wings while the other dug around inside your handbag. “uhm, well, i-“
“do you know just how close i was to sending the bloodhounds after you? do you know how worried sick we were because of your sudden disappearance?” sunday asked, his voice shattering the quietness of the study room.
you flinched at his sudden tone, your hands shaping into trembling fists. your face heated up in shame, your eyes burning with unshed tears. your older sister, sensing your fear, rushed to The Family’s head side and grabbed ahold of his hand. “brother, please, watch your tone.. i’m sure they didn’t mean to.”
this was supposed to an action to ease your turmoil, to soothe sunday’s temper, but this infuriated you.
unexpectedly, you stood up and yelled at them, uncaring of whoever could be nearby.
“shut the hell up! i’m tired of hiding in the dark. you two always get all the recognition, while i’m left in the shadows. while you get the praise and recognition for what you’ve done, i’m left unnoticed! does anyone bother to recognize my efforts? no, all because you're both prominent and more experienced! its not fair at all.. i have talents and abilities too, you know. why do i always have to be the one to fade into the background?”
your siblings were stunned. they weren’t expecting such.. a strong reaction from you. sunday’s glaring eyes softened and gave you an outstretched hand, only for you to shove it away.
as if a switch had been flipped, you took a deep breath in and out, a tear rolling down your suddenly now-jaded face. “who cares, honestly," you gave a dry laugh, throwing your handbag down in frustration. "it’s not like anyone will ever notice my hard work anyway." with that, you stormed off, dropping off the conversation and leaving the room.
among the spilled items on the floor, a crumpled flyer innocently lay there. sunday, with a remorseful sigh, picked it up and smoothed it out, holding it towards the moonlight where robin could also see it.
“Sonata Productions Presents: the upcoming musical, “Harmonium Heights” that’ll be held in Moondrop Coliseum located in Moment of Stars!”
“Starring Y/N in her debut role as the main and noble protagonist, we invite you to join us for an evening of unforgettable music, as we witness the rise of a star shine on the Iris Family stage! Tickets will be available at the theater’s entrance on May 24th, we hope to see you there!”
— it was safe to say that after your outbursts, you refused to meet eye-to-eye contact with your family, only exchanging nods in greeting.
— to avoid the pain, you worked harder into improving your character for the upcoming musical. it was still beyond belief to you since it was lady maeven ellis, head of the iris family herself, who had personally gave you the position because in her words, you had “the voice to achieve stardom.”
— many of your peers were jealous but still supported you nonetheless. however, they quickly lost their reason for their envy and instead joined alongside you, some casting in other leading roles in the same musical.
— is this what it was like to be genuinely admired?
— despite the kudos, there was still a guilt-ridden spot in your heart which made you feel horrible for the quarrel you started and hoped you could make it up as soon as possible.
— alas, lady maeven ellis was quite demanding. not necessarily strict or hurtful, but she expected that you gave it your all during the musical, considering the fact she created it herself.
— so everyday, after school and on the weekends, you would head to the theatre arts center to practice in front of an imaginary audience, pretending that you were just like robin who had thousands of fans cheering for her onstage. but you suppose.. your good friends and coach were enough for the time being.
— you forgot about your problems when you pretended. you enjoyed the faux spotlight when you pretended. hey, maybe pretend-play wasn’t so bad, after all!
— however, you no longer needed to pretend once the big day had arrived. aeons, were you nervous.
actors and actresses alike ran around the dressing rooms looking for their costumes or shoes, or were practicing last-minute lines, while you were preparing for your big debut. with your elegant costume and hair and makeup were done to perfection, you exuded a sense of readiness and nervousness at the same time.
maeven ellis had come to comfort your nerves, giving you a pat-down of your outfit and polishing your golden halo for finishing touches.
“lady maeven, what if i forget my lines? what if the audience is displeased by my performance?” you anxiously inquired, fixing the bracelet on your wrist. the woman placed a finger on your lips, cutting off your words.
“my child, you have nothing to fear! the stage is your canvas, and you are the artist. your fondness and talent have brought you here, and now it's time to let them shine. immerse yourself in the limelight, and let the emotions wash over you.”
“the stage is a realm where all barriers between people are shattered. tonight, you are the star they’ll be admiring. let your voice and your presence shine brighter than any constellation in the night sky. go forth now, break a leg, my dear! the show is about to commence.” with that, she gave you a kiss on the cheek before rushing to where the elites were to be sat at.
you found yourself being escorted towards the backstage. as the lights dimmed and the chatter in the auditorium quieted down, you made your way up the stage while your heart pounded in your chest.
the curtain slowly rose and the opening notes of the musical's overture filled the air, you took a deep breath and made way. the bright spotlight illuminated your figure, and the cheers and whistles of the audience were directed to you. despite the inner stage fright, you held your head high and smiled, ready to give the performance of a lifetime.
unbeknownst to you, your older siblings, robin and sunday, whom you thought were completely unaware of the grand show, sat right in the front row seats, clapping eagerly for you. suddenly freezing in your place, you simply waited for the audience to die down their patience, until your sister whispered-yelled at you loud enough to hear. “we believe in you!”
the simple gesture instantly lifted your spirits, and a beaming grin spread across your face. any haunting disappointments melted away, replaced by an adrenaline that could hardly be contained. armed with newfound confidence, you turned your attention back to the audience all hustle and bustle, prepared to give them the rendition of a lifetime.
— when you brought down your final and dramatic act, everyone — from the minor to leading actors and actresses, especially you — had received thundering ovations from the mesmerized crowd. heck, some were even chanting your name! finally, your life-long prayers had been answered!
— after the performance, you found herself roaming around the backstage area, feeling proud of yourself that you proved your worth to the citizens of penacony at last. howbeit, you were specifically waiting for a few certain people whom you occasionally glanced during your act.
— just as you were about to slip away unnoticed, suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted into the air, and the next thing you knew, you squealed and were twirling around in the arms of sunday who released you once he was done.
— robin approached with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, offering them up with a proud smile.
“oh gosh, you scared the living life out of me, sunday!” you lightly scolded, but a small smile had now taken your frown’s place. you turned to face robin who was currently giggling at your banter. “what are you two doing here? i thought you didn’t know about my debut..?” you pondered.
“seriously, y/n?” sunday responded instead. “you conquered that stage with such mettle and charisma, i thought to myself: was that even my littlest sibling anymore?” he chuckled in that tranquil tone of his while gently ruffling your neat hair.
robin happily chirped in. “we just couldn't help it, your performance was absolutely stunning! and your outfit too! we wanted to show you how proud we are of you, especially after all you’ve been through.” she poked at your cheek playfully.
you couldn’t help but laugh. not out of sarcasm or dryness, but genuinely out of pure bliss. carefully holding the floral bouquet in one hand, you gave your older siblings a side hug with both your arms.
“thank you both so much,” you began, “your support is all i need in this dreamality, really.” a full smile had now formed on your face, eyes shimmering in the theatrical atmosphere.
as the three of you made weaved your way outside and through the busy streets, sunday spoke up. “well, how about a celebratory dinner at your favorite restaurant? it’s on me tonight.” he gave you a playful wink.
you linked arms with them both, taking in sunday’s simple yet meaningful smile and robin’s bright presence. as you all walked under the blanket of the cosmos, you nodded earnestly.
“i’d love that.”
a/n’s note (2): HOLY SHITITITI THAT TOOK SO LONG 😭 again, sorry anon if its not to ur liking but i tried to shed light on it yk. but i rlly hoped yall liked it nonetheless bc imo, i sure did :3
Genius Society(Herta, Ruan Mei, Screwllum) + Dr. Ratio & Dumb!Genius Society!Reader
[Genre]: [Crack], [HC format], [Purely platonic]
[CW]: [None, I don't think.]
[Reference]
-> Honestly, why were you even accepted into the Genius Society? You sometimes liked learning, sure, but you weren't really that knowledgeable of a person, compared to everyone else chosen by Nous. Your interests were niche, and any research on them only resulted in information that is already fairly well known.
• Plus, now that you're part of the Society, everyone now seems rather intimidated by you, and you're only ever invited to formal events, or these academic things that you don't understand. It's distressing, and you bury yourself in your interests as a comfort.
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° Several months later, while you skim through some textbook– not really paying full attention to it, and moreso just staring blankly at each question before moving on– a brief jingle echoes from your phone, the screen lighting up and revealing an invitation to the Herta Space Station. Apparently Herta, herself, wants you to join in her Simulated Universe project.
• While coding isn't exactly one of your strong suits, you can't find it in yourself to decline her– especially since she offers you a free dormitory to sleep in, and free food– so, you pack your belongings, and set out your all expenses paid trip. Here's to hoping all goes well.
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HERTA
-> Herta's initially rather satisfied and almost excited upon getting a near immediate response from the 85th member of the Genius Society. She's curious to see what ideas could have been floating around in your head to earn their attention.
° ...All hope immediately flies out the window as soon as she actually meets you. You're a total nutcase! How in the hell are you supposed to be of any help when you're struggling with basic quantum mechanics and aether world physics?!
• It takes several weeks to get Herta to stop shunning you after that— but, even still, she refuses to let you do much on the Simulated Universe. She doesn't kick you out, though.
° The longer you stay, the more of a soft spot she gradually feels towards you. Maybe you're not a complete idiot, but it's still absurd that Nous shine their gaze over you.
• At least you don't cause any trouble for anyone in the space station.
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Ruan Mei
-> On the opposite side of the spectrum, from the moment you'd arrived in the space station, Ruan Mei had little to no interest in you. She was very busy, having to work on both the Simulated Universe and her own projects. Surely you were the same, no?
• Surprisingly, nope, because you pop by her lab almost every day, constantly changing your routine. Sometimes you want to snoop around and read all of the documents, sometimes you play with whatever creature she's experimenting on, sometimes you even bring a few desserts– each of which usually originating from different parts of your home star system.
° Your attempts to emotionally connect with Ruan Mei aren't what ends up drawing her in, though. Instead, Ruan Mei makes an acute observation of how most of her lifeforms seem to react to you. Whenever you start tapping at the glass and cooing at what's inside, they often let out little chirps and whistles, nuzzling as close to you as possible. Even her 'headache' was noticeably less aggressive around you.
• Of course, Ruan Mei doesn't really care much about her creations' social lives, but they're more motivated and less noisy after your visits, so the scientist makes an effort to pay more attention to you— you get results for her, after all. That doesn't mean you're really friends, though; you're more like... convenience friends.
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Screwllum
-> A true neutral. Screwllum isn't particularly thrilled by your arrival, but he's curious enough about you to interact with you, outside of Herta's project.
° Nous gazed upon you, a normal organic lifeform, and decided that you deserved the place of #85 in the Genius Society. While their actions usually are difficult for most to comprehend, this decision truly holds no logic– and that baffles Screwllum.
• Regardless, it's not his place to judge them, so Screwllum is actually one of the few people to welcome you to the Genius Society, and actually treat you as somewhat of an equal; more or less taking you under his wing.
° You're more than happy to work with him on the new Divergent Universe– whenever Herta doesn't need you guys— running around the simulated rooms in search of glitches, and basically beta testing the whole thing. He even lets you design a few of the occurrence portraits :D
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!Bonus! Dr. Veritas Ratio
-> Bruh.
-> My man is losing it.
-> How did such an IDIOT get into the genius society, but he didn't?
° Instantly, there's beef between the two of you, and you don't even know why. Walk past him, and he'll start glaring daggers. Dare to attend one of Dr. Ratio's classes and suddenly he's a lot more snippy than usual.
• It is not hard at all to see that Veritas Ratio is not exactly pleased with your position in the Genius Society. Bro is literally beefing with some random kid.
° He doesn't hate you, though; he's just frustrated about the whole situation. Give him a few weeks to cope lmao
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[Please consider leaving a reblog or comment, it motivates me to keep writing silly fics for you all!!]
SYNOPSIS: in your hands, the ever so cunning and sly fox jiaoqiu turns into nothing more than a mere poor rabbit. one could say the roles are reversed. because you have him wrapped around your little finger.
WORDCOUNT: 1.3k | CONTENT & WARNINGS: written before jiaoqiu's release so might (def. is) be ooc !!, mentions of yunli, yanqing, astral express crew, banter and bickering, fluff ; ficlet
TAGS: @eccentric-planet, @mitsvriii, @iceunhie (send me an off anon ask to be added to the taglist ^^)
AUTHORS NOTE: posting this cause im going on a trip next week. i have a lot time to write on the way there (6hrs by train lolll) so there'll prob me many scheduled posts (can't promise that though..)
“are they fighting again?” march asks as she takes a sip out of her drink, eyeing you as you mindlessly pass by jiaoqiu without batting an eye at him - not sparing him a single glance, before she's turning her gaze back to dan heng and the other members of the astral express.
dan heng replies with a shake of his head “but at this point isn’t this like... a normal thing between the two of them?”, he sighs before crossing his arms and looking away.
suddenly march feels a heavy object bumping against the back of her head making a small thump sound. “ouch! what was that for?” march turns around in disbelief, scolding the person who hit her.
“oops! my bad, sorry miss march!” the young girl with gray hair behind her giggles in delight, the “culprit”, was none other than yunli who was cleaning her sword with a lush piece of fabric. “but to answer your question, yes, they’re fighting..again.” there’s a small apologetic tilt to her voice that implies that she too is somewhat affected by this.
at that march can’t help but laugh too “oh aeons,really? you’re lying!” yunli can only shake her head in exasperation which basically says “i wish i was.”
“those two should just get over their lover quarrel or whatever's going on. they’re adults they should make up!” out of nowhere yanqing pops up behind yunli, scaring both her and march. “yanqing!” march puts her hand over her heart “you scared me!” at that yunli can only sigh.
“yanqing.” the grey haired girl says in an annoyed voice. “yunli.” yanqing replies in an ever so cheery voice. (or does it only sound this happy when he’s with yunli?) “how many times have i told you to not randomly scare people!” yunli scolds yanqing by slapping the piece of fabric which was previously used to clean her sword against yanqing’s forehead, leaving dirt stains.
he lets out a quiet huff before nodding in agreement. “fine.” he mumbles under his breath and upon hearing that yunli can only smile. “sooo whose fault do you guys think it is - so who’s at fault for them fighting?” march asks curiously, interfering with the little banter.
“definitely jiaoqiu’s.” both yanqing and yunli say in unison. “oh. how come? what did he do?” march was surprised by the sudden response, her lips forming a little “o” in befuddlement. “what did he do? should be the question.” yunli sighs.
“i bet on 50 strale that he didn’t open the window after showering or something.” yanqing scoffs. “it’s probably him behaving more like the pet than their actual pet.” yunli replies. “they have a pet?!” yanqing asks in bewilderment. “you didn’t know?” yunli asks in surprise.
as the two teenagers keep on debating on what jiaoqiu might 've done, you continue to stride forward in the direction of the stargazer navalia, holding heavy boxes in your hand which you’re supposed to transport to the mechanics. jeez, do they need several lifting stones or why are the boxes so heavy?
before you’re even able to take another step you can feel something soft tickling your face, covering your eyesight. (you don’t even need to look around to see who it is - well, you can’t because there’s literally someone blocking your vision).
“guess who it is.” a cheery sing-song voice calls out to you. you sigh “do i have the option to not guess?” you reply in a dull and annoyed tone and at that you only receive a tut followed by a “nope.”
“sweetie, you have somewhere to be, don't you? well time’s running out. start guessing.” his words are laced in faux sympathy and he drags out the syllables of each word. some strands of his tail keep brushing along your nose and you can’t help but giggle.
unfortunately for you, you’re stuck in this predicament. due to the boxes you’re holding you’re not even able to suppress your laughter with your hand. “jiaoqiu, get away from me!” you complain, there’s amusement in your words, he can tell and his foxian ears can’t help but slightly perk up at the sound of your laughter.
“oh-hoh! so you do know my name.” he removes his tail from your eyes and finally you’re able to look straight forward again, although the view doesn’t last long because jiaoqiu immediately and firmly grabs your shoulders to make you turn around and face him.
he grabs the boxes off of your hands and decides to put them down at which you can only raise an eyebrow at. “i really much preferred the other view in the other direction, can i turn around again?” you blink at him unimpressively as you try to stop your lips from quirking up.
“pff, in your dreams.” he scoffs smilingly. “y’know when you don’t want to look at me i’m gonna make you look at me” he reaches out his hand that was previously holding his neat fan before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “you can’t just avoid me for an eternity, right?” he smiles. the faux smile that you just can’t stand.
you return his actions by shooting him a forced smile and looking away awkwardly. at that he can’t help but open his eyes and tilting his head to the side “oh my are you okay? you look constipated, do you want me to give you any pills, medicaments?” he jokes.
“you’re so not funny jiaoqiu, i was just trying to be nice.” you cross your arms before loosening them once again to shrug your shoulders. “well, i guess nice conversations aren't your specialty. if you excuse me, i’ll have to go now. see you or not doc.” you pick up the boxes off the floor to carry them once again and turn around to proceed to your destination.
if he was going to initiate a game of cat and mouse, you were certainly not going to end up as the prey loser.
you’re pretty sure you’re experiencing a deja vu, because again, before you were even able to take another step forward jiaoqiu stops you by grabbing your wrist. “wait.” .. “i’m waiting.”
“sorry that.. i ate your last ice cream and didn’t tell you beforehand.” he apologizes to you, his grip tightening around your wrist.
is he serious right now? does he seriously think you’re mad at him for eating your last ice cream? that’s so stupid who’d be mad over that? that’s bullshit. though why were you mad at him in the beginning again? stupid jiaoqiu with his stupid doctor degrees and title should probably figure it out.
“what?” your face contorts into an expression of disbelief. “you think i’m mad over that?”
“you’re not?”
“of course, i’m not!”
“then why are you mad?” “i’m mad because you can’t figure out the proper reason why i’m mad!”
“that doesn’t even make sense!”
“are you invalidating my feelings?”
“wait no of course not, i’m sorry!” he reluctantly apologizes. “Is it because i didn’t do the dishes last week - or wait no is it cause i forgot to clean my pile of documents off the dining table or oh!” he snaps his fingers. “is it because i used all of the hot water in the shower so that you had to use the cold one? ah, or is it because instead of my-”
“jiaoqiu.” you softly call out his name. “i’m just joking, i should be the one to apologize because in all honesty i can’t even remember why i'm mad anymo-”
“-shampoo, i used your shampoo and conditioner?”
“i knew it! how come you suddenly smell like lavender instead of medical herb. you thief!” you accuse him as you drop the boxes to the floor (if you’d later on receive complaints about the insides being damaged you’re so going to blame jiaoqiu). “sorry, sorry.” he sighs.
you look down as you shake your head smilingly before gazing up to put your hand on his cheek, slightly rubbing over it. “you always give in so easily.” there’s a fond look in your eyes as you continue to stroke his cheek.
“i suppose you’re just too irresistible.” he fans himself in the face to distract both you and him from the fact that his ears are turning red.
(a futile attempt.)
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love mail — BOOTHILL ONESHOT WHO CHEERED ⁉️ i'm finally back on track 🫶 ken sato content coming soon promy. (* ´ ▽ ` *)
︰꒱꒱ "WHAT A PRETTY LITTLE THING." boothill chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he loved seeing you under the moonlight, aeon's you were breath-taking. if that fool argenti couldn't recognize you as pure beauty, he'd have to shoot out his eyes for being so blind.
"you flatter me." you'll respond, and he takes playful offense to that. you dare shrug off his compliments to you? no can do. his hand trails down your jaw, settling on your chin to sway your head to face him, pulling you closer. "ya think i'm a liar, sweetheart?" he feigns sorrow, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "no such thing. you're jaw droppin', heads turn when ya walk into a room." he's so painfully close, if he had breath — you'd feel it against your lips.
one issue; you're an idol. specifically, robin's co-star. seeing an influential figure like you, with him? it would ruin your reputation. it excited boothill, got his gears turning. for the entirety of penacony to know exactly that you had him wrapped around your finger, nothing excited him more.
you put your hand to his wrist, essentially to stop him from pursuing further. "don't.. don't you worry what the people will think? you, me.. we aren't exactly 'penaconys ideal couple'.." you murmured worriedly, and boothill just loved the big ol' worried eyes you gave him, you just looked amazing in every expression you make.
"damn 'em all, darling." he chuckled, pressing his lips onto yours selfishly, and you loved it. "they can watch for all i give a darn. fork 'em, you're mine."
hello, jing yuan, aventurine and sunday with a teen!assasin reader who was ordered by their master to kill them but couldnt and [character] took them in due to their young age and frankly them being pitiful
Another similar ask:
hiii, dr ratio aventurine and boothill with an IPC agent/assasin teen!reader?
Reader was practically forced onto assasination, is hardened and doesnt show much emotion due to their past kinda similar to bronya zaychik backstory in the azure waters manga
This post is made in combination with these two asks, so I hope you'll like this!! And thank you to the anons for their request!!<33
Content: Angst, assassination attempts, Reader is a teen assassin that has no direct origin, platonic relationships, father/older brother figures, fluff, some brainwashing on Sundays end, sfw
Characters: Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill
Reader has no set pronouns!!
((Not fully proofread))
》BOOTHILL
He finds your attempt at killing him rather amusing. Maybe a bit too amusing. He laughed hysterically when he finally pinned you down with ease, thinking this was all just a joke... until he realised that you were serious.
Now, Boothill was used to people trying to off him through various ways, his robotic body the perfect proof for that, but he never had a kid try him before. And he had to admit, that you would've gotten him, if he was still fully human! Truly impressive!
He won't bother asking you where you're from or what you lead him to you in the first place. Once he gets you to settle down and hears you telling him that you can't return to your master until you kill him, he just sighs and scratches his head. Well... he doesn't really want a kid to die at the hands of their abusive master... so he supposes that he'll just have to take you in until he finds a hime for you.
He isn't put off by your emotionless behavior and even understands it very well, if anything. He doubts anyone could be happy under the harsh conditions you grew up in, but that doesn't mean that he won't try and teach you how to loosen up a bit. It doesn't occur to him over time that he never really looked out for a home for you as promised. Perhaps you have found it with him already anyway.
》SUNDAY
Sunday found your attempt quite saddening, absolutely pitiful and near pathetic, if he felt cruel that day. He felt no worry or fear, knowing that whoever sent you must've been a fool to think that a child could end him of all people, and yet, he doesn't tease nor punish you for it. It wasn't your fault that you were born to be mistreated at such a young age, after all.
He takes you under his wing as a disciple or student in a way. He wants to teach you the "truth" about life and what it means to be alive in the dreamscape. Your dreams can become true here, so why not teach you how to live on after your palms have been stained red forever?
Your emotionless and apathetic behavior does little to deter or bother him. He sees you as a child he had to save before the shadows of this sinful took over you completely. His tuning ability is not spared on you either, if that's what it takes for you to get better. He eventually starts to view you as a little sibling and is delighted when you get along with Robin.
Deep down, he will, however, always feel a little... worried that you may turn around to betray him the way you betrayed your original master by leaving him, too. But he hopes that all his lessons and the home he gave you makes you stay and be grateful for all the love and mercy he had given you
》AVENTURINE
Similar to Boothill, he finds your attempt amusing at best. Pitiful at worst, as he sees a younger him in your cold gaze. He knows he shouldn't trust you after what you just tried... but he makes a deal with you anyways, after you were forced to take a seat infront of him by some IPC guards. If you beat him in a card game, he'll let you take his life and get away with it. If you lose, then you'll have to allow him to take you in as a little "assistant" of some sort. In reality, he just wants to save you from yourself, this determination even foreign to him yet welcomed bravely.
Unsurprisingly, you lose. He jokes that it must've been due to his unbeatable luck... but he really just rigged the game a little. There was no harm in it, and if anything, he just saved your life through it. Otherwise, the IPC would've just executed you for trying to attack one of their agents. Even if Aventurine doubted, they even cared that much for him... but he won't tell you that either.
He gave you a calming, stress-free life, one far away from all the hurt and death you've been surrounded with since birth. He hears your story and perhaps even shares a part of his own, as he shows you that you are the same in a way. You don't have to kill and hurt anymore under his care, he promises you that and to a younger self he was trying to heal through it.
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