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꒰ㅤㅤ❝ All except that moment in the sping, when I had everything. ❞ㅤㅤ୨୧

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❝I WISH I HAD NEVER KNOWN A HEART───

───THAT BEATS JUST LIKE MY OWN,❞

ꉂ`𖦹. how could one so close become so far away, in just a day? — QUINᆞ7teenᆞany prnsᆞentp-tᆞworlds cutest wriothesley mainᆞerratic post scheduleᆞx gn!reader writerᆞrequests are closed for the time being!

ꉂ`𖦹. ongoing event — none

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Very random but something i wanted to say upfront is that my work is 100% ai free!! I am heavily anti-ai and strive to avoid engaging, let alone using, any in my day to day life.

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───❝WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, I FELL IN LOVE...❞

ノㅤ﹕ ft. LOHEN x gn!readerᆞcuddlesᆞfluffᆞtired lohenᆞnot much else to say really

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Oh man, you've waiting for a moment like this — a lovely, rainy summer evening and a nice and tasty snack platter to go with it!

Swiftly after lighting some candles, you set your delectable little treats onto the coffee table, pour yourself some juice, and flop down on your couch; along side this wonderful asortment lie perfectly fluffed pillows and a thick novel, ready to complete the set-up of your evening of relaxation.

So you dig into both your snacks and the book, and man you have to treat Lisa to a drink sometime soon — the book she reccomended you was pure bliss!

So good in fact that you did not notice the click of the front doors lock, or the tired stare that accomponied it.

Crimson-swirled eyes dance across your form, observant and incredibly heavy — a step or two more and Lohen felt as if he would pass out.

Thankfully the couch was quite close, so he swiftly removes his shoes and with a few long strides stands before you, watching you read as you layed on your tummy. By the time you get out of your literature-induced trance and noticed him, he had already made his move — laying himself down across your back.

You watch him carefully for a few moments, almost feeling him untense the moment he gets his hands on you. A small hum leaves your lips, "...Rough day?"

He nods, nuzzling closer in the process.

Huffing a small laugh, you continue, "Wanna go to bed early tonight?" You offer gently, moving to grab your book mark off the coffee table.

Lohen beats you to it, grabbing it for you. His face heats up a little seeing how it was the one he bought you while in Nod Krai. He shakes his head as he hands it to you, "Nah, too tired. Let's stay like this for a bit..." His voice is gentle, yet heavy with sleep — each syllable dragging on a little longer than it should, fatigue weighing them down tremendously.

You hum, setting the book aside, "Mind if we changed positions though? You're kinda crushing me over here hun..."

Lohen remains silent for a few moments, as if gathering the strengh to move. When he finally does, the difficult little prick hardly moves over — giving you just enough space to scoot over to the edge of the couch.

Eventually you both manage to worm into a spooning position, with Lohens cheek smushed into your nape and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

He mumurs a small 'Good night' and 'sweet dreams' as he lets sleep consume him, squeezing you a bit tighter subconsciously.

Now you are left all alone, still not tired enough to conk out alongside him. Decinding to read a little more, you grab your book again.

In the back of your mind, you hope that Lohen doesn't wake up complaing about how numb his arm has gotten after cuddling. He lies through his teeth every time he does though, as Lohen enjoys the pins-and-needles feeling in his limbs a stupid amount — always feeling enamoured by the tingles.

Like most things, such as this fatigue that has consumed him, it is just a means to get to his goals; and that ofcourse entails you panpering him with cuddles.

ノㅤ﹕QUIN'S NOTE ⋮ shh... ignore how this is my third lohen fic in a row... mkaaay?? Shhh... let him rot my brain away in peace >////<

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

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───❝IT'S THE DIRTIEST CLEAN I KNOW.❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. LOHEN x gn!readerᆞreader is a higher ranking knightᆞLohen centric — probs ooc ooopsᆞbasically just him trying to figure out his feelings for readerᆞslight yearning from Lohenᆞimplied mutual intrest

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 642

How humiliating. Especially for someone like Lohen, who was set to inherit a title.

First, it was bad enough that that sloppy fool Theodore left a paper trail for them to get caught. Second, now he had to sit in and soak in shame, while handcuffed to his superior of all people!

Lohen glances over subtly, peering over to see you reading his case file — sipping the coffee Jean made for you, a miniscule apology for having to basically babysit a fellow knight.

If he had to be frank, what surprised him most was the fact that you agreed to this idea. Who could possibly tolerate sitting inside a stuffy office instead of enjoying the beautiful, sunny day outside?

Lohen quickly snaps out of his very subtle staring when you set your mug down on the coffee table. You hum as you flip through the khaki folder, your face motionless and absolutely undecipherable; what a dread for the would-be "Benevolent Knight".

How would he convince you to spar with him now?!

He had been dreaming of such a moment ever since he saw of your prowess on the battlefield! Each calculating strike, so swift and efficient — yet filled with so many tiny intricasies. The slight flicks of your wrist, how your hands grip your weapon when you change stances... Even watching you maintain it enamoured him down to his very core, the care and attention you gave a simple tool made him ponder what that kind of attention would feel upon his skin.

Would your hands be warm, or cold like the metal of the cuff? Would they be soft, maybe callused or scared from years of training and fighting?

Would you hold him revently, like a small drop of pure sping water on your palm? Or would you push him away, then pull him even closer? (Would he even be able to stomach being pushed away by you?)

"Got yourself in the bit of trouble, hm?" Your voice breaks the heavy silence, both a relief and another weight to his ever-sinking conscience;

He loathed it, how he just couldn't figure out what you were thinking. Every glance, every word you exchanged — Lohen hated this, he hated when he couldn't predict the next move of his prey. The lack of control makes him feel so weak, but it never had his head spinning just as much as it did with you.

Was this what it felt like, to be prey? And of the worst monster of all, no less — Lohen had fallen deep into the clutches of his fellow man.

This was much different from being cornered by the Rächer of Solnari — who was more akin to some demon from the deepest pits of hell — back then the lightheadedness mainly came from the severe blood loss — now he has no reason to feel such a way, or rather there was no excuse for it.

Lohen offers a nod, "It was mostly Theodores work. Real piece of work, that one." He lets his head rest against the back of the couch.

So much for trying to relax his stiff posture (when did he get so rigid?), hearing you huff that small sliver of a laugh had his whole nervous system go for a loop. His eyes widen, two heterochromatic iris' making the slow drag towards your face; and Lohen swears he sees you smile behind your coffee cup.

The gears start turning in Lohens head as he stares at you again. He slowly realises that he won't be needing to ask you for that spar any time soon, as he was already far deeper in — For he agreed to engage in psychological warfare the moment you so readily concured to his punishment.

And now, it was the rabbits turn to lay helpless in a trap.

ノㅤ﹕QUIN'S NOTE ⋮ gets infected with the lohen plague and dies... okay he may be very cutie lemme get this outta my system >//////<

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

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───❝DIN DON DIN DON DAN, DO YOU FEEL MY LOVE?❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. LOHEN x gn!reader smauᆞpathetic+clingy lohenᆞestablished relationshipᆞtw: discord usageᆞincludes the most random cast of characters for your friend groupᆞuse of petnames (on both ends)ᆞsleep (nap) callsᆞsick lohenᆞfluff + sfw only!!

ノㅤ﹕QUIN'S NOTE ⋮ This is NOT formated like a usual smau!! I typed ts out cuz i couldnt find a good disc message maker, sorry T^T!!! oh yeah this is also definately ooc but idgaf!!! This is my revenge for making me lose lohen!! Do not fuck w me stupid little dum-dumb bunny

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 1k

Oh, summer.

Sweet, loathesome summer.

With it's downright unbearable heat and the uncomftable feeling of clothes sticking to your sweaty skin, there is no better thing to do other than—

—...Grinding your favourite games in your lovely, very well airconditioned room, ofcourse!

You have already seen the new content teasers that previewed the summer update, counting down the days until you got to play it with your online friend group! And wow, the update was even cooler than in the teasers! It was downright addictive, and before you knew it — you had been playing for a good three hours with your friends.

The familiar jingle of a notification rings out through your headphones, with a small hum you click open your Discord group chat;

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kinich 16:36

brb im going to go get smth to drink

⤷ y/n, Jahodaaa!! and HatGuy liked this message.

Jahodaaa!! 16:40

guys istg if i see ONE more fly in my room i think i might just burn my place down

HatGuy 16:41

The place you can barely afford as is??? Sure you will

Jahodaaa!! 16:41

Hat guy no one asked u shit

Boo Tao~ 16:42

I don't think it's that bad of an idea actually

She could get that some of that sweet sweet insurance money 🤑🤑

HatGuy 16:42

Do you deadass think that the shoebox she lives in is worth any more than like 5 bucks and a Redbull??

Jahodaaa!! 16:42

Ngl i would take just the redbull

y/n 16:44

We can tell dw

Jahodaaa!! 16:45

y/n wtf i thought u were on my side 😞😞☹️

y/n 16:45

Sorry girl you dug your own grave on this one 😭✌️

Jahodaaa!! is typing...

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You giggle to yourself, watching your friends break out into their usual banter. It was nice to see that they were still so lively, even in this blistering heat!

Deciding to go level some of your characters new gear, you minimize the tab and return to the game.

Just as you landed your first crit roll on a relic does the chime of another notification ring out. Then another, and a few more after that. You choose to ignore it for a bit, it was probably just Hat Guy and Jahoda fighting again — and such a juicy piece was hard to come by, it would be a waste to stop leveling it now!

The second roll, crit damage — alongside it come two more notifications.

The next, crit rate, and another little ding.

While you were selecting some fodder relics to put into your new piece, the notifications just kept on coming! It was freakishly rapid, the sound effect barely finishing before another played. They couldn't be having that bad of a fight in the group chat, could they?

You pause your little leveling session, opening Discord again; to your surprise, the group was completely calm! With only a few texts comparing their luck with relics and some light conversation.

With this possibility crossed out, it only left one likely culprit for this onslaught of messages. You glance to the side of your screen, and lo and behold — 9+ new messages from your boyfriend, Lohen.

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Lohen 16:52

N/nnnnnnnn

Hellloooo?? N/nnnn???

I can see ur online yk

Boooooo don't ignore me

Y/nn???

You there????

Helllllllllooiioooo

World to y/n

I miss uuuu

Y/nnnnnnnnn 😭😭

y/n 17:00

Damn im here calm down

Wheres the fire whats wrong???

Lohen 17:00

I miss you

Being sick suckkkkssss

y/n 17:01

You don't say?

Lohen 17:01

What took you so long to reply anyway?

Usually takes you just a sec

y/n 17:01

I was playing w my friends

Wanna join us? I'm sure they wouldn't mind someone new

Lohen 17:02

Mm naaah

Tnx for offering though

Have fun liebling

y/n 17:02

Okk i'll call you after i'm done

Love you sweets<33

Lohen 17:03

Love you toooo!!

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Yeah, you could clearly tell he was sulking.

With him catching a cold and you two just both being busy recently, he has not had the chance to see you at all for a good week.

It was a little pathetic, with how clingy he gets i mean. Then again that supid, sulky look on his face is quite cute.

So, just as you promised, you play another round or two with your friends and hop off — with only a few teases from Hu Tao this time!

After shutting off your pc, you grab your phone; Lohen answered almost immediately when you call him — so quickly in fact, you would think he was waiting for you to call him (he probably was.)

"Hello?" You call out first, turning on your phone on speaker and placing it on your desk.

"Hey babe! How ya doin'?" Your boyfriends voice echos out into the room, cheerful, but still quite nasally; he was definately still a bit ill.

"Hehe, I should be asking you that," you lean back in your chair, "Feeling any better?"

He hums, "Now that you've called, I feel almost brand new~"

Your silence from the other end makes him clear his throat a bit, this time he gives you a proper answer: "...My nose is still runny, but the fever is gone."

"Good!"

"Mmhmm. Whatcha up to now, schatz?"

"Waiting for my washer to finish, why?"

"Oh? I thought you would still be playing with you friends."

"Haha, yeah well, i was actually just playing while I was waiting for my laundry to finish."

"You could've called me ya know." You can practically hear the pout in his voice.

You were about to let out a retort when you heard the distinct sound of Lohen yawning, "...You tired?"

"Mm.. A little." His voice is a bit quieter now, noticably more mumbly too.

"Maybe you should take a nap..."

"But I wanna talk to you N/n..." he whines lazily, his sulky tone immanent even through the phone.

You let out a small snort, "I'll be right here on the phone, doing laundry. So get some rest, alright?"

Lohen sighs, a clear sign that he has relented.

With a pleased smile on your face, you grab your phone and head on over to your laundry room. You engage in some light conversation with your boyfriend as you fold your clothes, until he eventually quiets out and falls asleep.

"Sleep well, darling." You whisper softly as you fold another towel.

QUIN'S NOTE ⋮ hello, hello!! Here is my try at a smau — do tell me whatcha think, and if you like this way of formating! Also srry for not writing much, i've been in a major slump ｡･(つд`｡)･｡

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

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The heat hit me like a truck and i fell asleep while at the beach today.

So like any normal person i dreamed up a concept of a yuri where the mc, who is in a lavander marrige with a bigshot duke, falls in love with an elite courtesan. The duke offers to help buy her out, but mc wants to win the woman of her dreams over all on her own.

So she becomes an agricultural tycoon to earn enough money to impress her one true love. Yes, the courtesan realizes her feelings for mc after seeing her working out in the fields.

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───❝IF I STUMBLE, THEY'RE GONNA EAT ME ALIVE...❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. Dottore x gn!readerᆞreader is an assistant to Dottoreᆞreader is pretty cold & deadpanᆞambiguous relationship they are not officially dating but they're kinda soft for eachother

ノㅤ﹕CONTENT WARNING ⋮ this fic contains themings of surgery and descriptions of organs, please view with caution and take care ♡

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 1.4k

You can't exactly recall when you two became so gross. You're intertwined, almost codependant now, and utterly weak.

Did it start when you could stand to be in eachothers presence, doing nothing? Just sitting in silence, breathing, existing, simply being together — did you taste iron on your tongue when you realized how natural it felt?

Or was it when when you tasted iron on his tongue as your teeth clashed for the first time?

Experimental, testing the waters and trying to decide where the delta of longing begins and where it melts; where it seeps into the nothingness that is the ocean of simple human intimacy, the need to be as close as your mortal cages allow you, to feel — to understand — every inch of eachother in and out. You tasted iron on your tongue at that moment too, didn't you? When you bit too hard at those dry lips.

No matter, something needed to moisturize them, it just so happened to be his own blood. You lied to yourself that it was nececary.

How did you even get so close? By sheer force of fate? Nonsense, how destructive is the world to be bringing you two together? Nevertheless, you ended up working closely together, mostly fueled by your shared intrests, thoughts and opinions.

That same pair of the past would question this closeness between the present two of you. In all honesty neither of you understood the appeal of this attachment back then, finding it to be just another weakness, another fatal flaw that managed to scurry past evolution of humanity.

But something changed your opinions when you let him drag his teeth over you pulse point. It finally let you understand — the trust, the push, the pull, and the power.

Having him there, worrying the skin with sharp teeth that with one wrong move could cause you to keel over and croak. This time, Zandik was the one to taste the familiar flavour of old, weathered coins. Feeling how the pulse of your heart beat through your flesh, the way he could so easily bite down, watch you bleed out. Alas that would be waste of a perfectly good test subject and lab partner.

He had half a mind to burst out laughing, and to think closeness was this intoxicating! And that neither of you had never realised it, too! To think that the perfect ginnea pig had been standing across the operating table all along as just a mere lab assistant.

But maybe seeing that very same assistant laying on that very same operating table was much more appealing to a certain mad man.

Which is where you are lying currently. With your thoughts rushing a hundred miles a minute trying to figure out why or how you had agreed to this.

Its a cold, metal table that you are laying on. It is much akin to Zandiks touch. With how cold he runs, it usually leaves goosebumps in it's wake. Albeit it is kind of ironic how the table has warmed from your own body heat faster than he does.

You watch The Doctor from the corner of your eye, as he carefully prepares his instruments; diligently polishing each one, one by one. He's stalling, you note.

(Funny that a man who so adamently declines his humanity is reflecting typical human behaviours. Best to note that too, could be useful.)

"Doctor," you begin, the sound of your voice in the near silent lab serving as a perfect announcement for what you wish to say; The sedative is half-assing it's work. This causes Dottore to pause in his stalling, he hums for a moment as he ponders his next course of action.

He turns around to face you, pinching at various points of your arm, "Feeling anything?"

"No." It's a short, curt response; one you would usually consider a waste of breath. But when you attempted to shake your head, you noticed that you had difficulty doing so.

"Conscious, yet numb... Intresting..." he mutters in thought to himself as he moves to begin the procedure. He reaches back behind himself, grabing the iodine with practiced ease.

It's clear proof that you're not the first person to grace this table, The Doctors exact knowlage of the whereabouts of his tools was proof enough of his many encounters with the body — but it does bring a small sense of comfort to know that he has done this enough times that, even if something does go horribly wrong, he will be able to manage it perfectly fine.

Yet you are, once again, rudely pulled out of the cushy seat of this train of thought, this time by an iodine-soaked cotton ball. It's warmer than it usually is, as Dottore does not typically bother to have it warmed, leaving another oddity to note. You observe the way it drags across your skin, how the orange substance stains it near instantly.

It's a familiar process, one you've done on patients and subjects dozens of times, but this time theres a glaring difference — He is stalling again, draging the disinfectant slowly, you would think he was doing this leisurely if it was not for how quiet he was.

You hear him let out a small huff of a laugh as he catches your unamused glare, a surefire way to signal for him to get on with it.

He does thankfully, his motions smooth and almost graceful if it were not for the subject matter at hand.

And in his hand lies a scalpel; lightwight, standard issue, and familiarly cold. It glistens in the light, spotless metal slowly coming into contact with the skin of your abdomen. Thank those blasted Gods for the sedative, otherwise instinct would have caused your breathing to go wild — a pesky instinct you just cannot seem to get rid of.

The sharp, icy edge causes you both to pause, more or less preparation of what is to come next. To most, this brief moment of collection would not appear to last more than maybe three seconds; to a mad heretic and his right hand it feels much more akin to three minutes. The intimacy behind that three second stall is something that neither of you could bare to ponder more for than those very few seconds; the very idea of feeling lingering behind actions brings back that iron taste in your mouth.

Finally, the thin blade pierces the first few layers of flesh. You do not feel it, thankfully; still the sight of being flayed alive is not something anyone else would consider appealing.

Well, apart from The Doctor here; who cares naught for the norm of natural reactions.

Drops of crimson start to sprout like flowers along the path of the blade, their delicate forms fall apart when the many layers of skin and tender muscle are pulled back. The Doctor is careful with his proding, uncharacteristic for someone who revels in disruputing the natural state of many things — the human body a primary example.

So when he peers inside what should be a familiar cavity, what lies inside it leaves him momentarily stunned. Dottore gazes at the fleshy pinks and browns, the way veins spread across in the same way vines do on cobblestone walls.

One part of him dares not peek further, for he may never comes acorss such a perfect specimen again, while a different part of him yearns to dig deeper, to count the many tiny branches of your lungs in astonishment as they add up to be perfectly equal and symmetrical.

You watch him keenly, with your heavy stare you can almost see through his mask; how his eyes have lit up akin to how a childs do when they enter a candy store.

"...Any findings, Doctor?" you speak up eventually, gaze lingering on how he paused in his exploration (usually he continues on with surgery when asked this question, what has gotten into him to stall so much?)

He lets out the smallest of amused chuckles, "Oh, plenty," he points to your lungs, rising and expanding with every breath, "See here, notice how the lungs are perfectly shaped? And how the liver is perfectly smooth?"

His pointer finger trails over to your stomach, he smiles upon seeing its lining adopt a rosy colour, "Oh, and this reaction happens flawlessly."

"Your point being?" You stop him in his observations, watching how his motions still as a smile creeps across his face.

"It's all perfectly textbook. I cannot find a single thing wrong within you."

You pause, silence hung between the two of you once more. The Doctor reaches for his needle and thread, and his next words slip past the cracks of a smile:

"Since everything here is in order, I say we pick your brain a bit instead, hm?"

ノㅤ﹕QUIN'S NOTE ⋮ not too sure how i feel abt the final product tbh, kinda wanted it to be weirder. still, hope you enjoyed reading!! i'll try to post more often since im on summer vacay now, yippe!!

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

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Lil clunky but its okay we still going

Also im done with school, yaaay!

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YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPEEEIIEE !!!

+ an e1 yunli, since i lost first hehe

From 130 pulls, 26 remain! Great haul if i can say so myself, now i just gotta snag phainonnies lc~

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I'm cooking I swear!!

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Im curious if you guys would like more fics based on weirder things? As i did get really inspired to write a dottore fic based on this tiktok.

(Context in case you did/can not open the link: its to a tiktok by the user stickbugss1 where they talk about a dream they had, in which a surgeon cut them open and complimented them on how textbook and perfect their insides are.)

Another thing i do wish to note is that i wanna write it with more of a reverent vibe, intimate but not goreporn-ey wydm? Like more of an analogy than anything, kinda like the vibe the op of the tiktok was going for.

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───❝THE ONE OF MANY WAYS I CAN THINK OF YOU.❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. ASHVEIL x gn!readerᆞreader has terrible backpainᆞcuddlesᆞbackrubᆞuse of petnames for readerᆞcw ⋮ swearing (cuss words used in the narration)ᆞfluff/sfw ♪

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 712ᆞnot proofread (((((((・・;)

Ashveil may lack the deductive skills to be a proper detective, yes. That is why Mr. N works alongside him, with his true knack for it.

But goddamn it, he ain't dense. He doesn't need his banana-chowing companion to tell him that you've been in pain recently, as all of the signs are ones he has had the misfortune of experiencing himself.

The way you wince when you stand up or sit down, how you squirm in your seat as you try to get comfortable, and how you toss and turn late into the night.

(That last one is the biggest pain in the ass, as it rouses him awake too. Still, his lips remained tightly sealed about it; it would be rather cruel to bitch about that while you were already in pain.)

And now, he's sighing quietly as he watches you try to get comfortable on the couch. Tonight the two of you agreed to relax a bit and watch a movie, yet how can one truly relax if his darling is uncomfortable?

"Sweetheart, this is why I sleep in a fridge. Helps with the pain, y'know?" He drawls lazily, letting you move to lay on his chest.

"I'm not sleeping in the fridge, Ashveil. I don't care if it helps. It's cramped and then some in there, plus it has that freezer-burn stench." You smush your cheek into his chest, it's a little cold due to his usual place of residence, hence why you cuddle up closer to try and warm him up a bit.

"...A what stench? It does not smell, I make damn sure it doesn't y'know!" He scoffs, flicking your forehead lightly in mock revenge, "When did you get so cruel, hm? Your words can cut deep hun." He all but pouts, albeit you can tell that it's mocking, rolling your eyes at it playfully.

You can feel how his chest rumbles as he laughs at your antics, a little ironic with how much warmer it is than his body.

He lets out a sigh as he calms down, sighing again as he brushes a hand through your hair. The pair of you stay silent for a good while, focusing back on to the movie that was playing in the background for the past hour.

It's actually a rather boring movie, if you wish to get technical with it, the pacing is pretty crummy. It causes you to turn your attention back onto something much more of intrest, Ashveil, obviously.

Like many things in Planarcadia, this could be considered pretty funny too, no? To have who was once La Mancha, lazing about on your couch, questioning you on if you're in pain again.

Ah right. The pain.

Bumming around with loved ones must be some miracle cure, because laying here with him made you completely forget about how much you were hurting. It's nothing life-threatening, but still annoying to deal with. A dull, drumming ache that uses your spine as some sort of highway, shooting up and down with record speeds.

It's your turn to sigh now, albeit yours is more akin to a groan, as you press your face further into his chest. You can feel him hum, the vibrations are gentle and grounding, unlike the shockingly cold hands slowly creeping under your shirt and up your back.

"...m' bad..." their owner mutters quietly. You relax as you feel cold fingers start to rub soothing circles.

They're focused, precise. Deftly working to try and soothe the pain, even if just a little bit.

"...Here?" He presses down a little more firmly, increasing his efforts against the epicenter.

"Mm. Little higher..." He nods at your reply, doing exactly as your requested.

This is a simple, temporary solution. You're both pretty aware, this silent agreement based upon past experiences dealing with such pains. Yet, these moments of the past are why Ashveil knows that this gesture does bring comfort to the mind along with the bodys brief relief.

You feel him press a kiss to your temple, not really listening to his sweet nothings in your ear as you begin to drift off to sleep. At least for tonight, you need not toss and turn; as the monster under your muscle and skin has been temporarily quelled.

A/N ⋮ self-indulgenceeeee.... mmmm... goooshhhh if only i had a big, strong, handsome, bum ass detective to come rub my backkkkk.. 🤤

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

[quinsilie]

HI QUINNNN how do u feel that wrio is getting a buff soon 🥹🥹🥹

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DEAR GOD HES NO LONGER THAT MID😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 YES HE WILL BE SHILLED BY HOYO IN ENDGAME MODES TRUST🙏🙏🙏🙏

bout to make the most killer superconduct team with him and my dusty ass miko 🤤

[quinsilie]

blade cooking for silverwolf in her trailer has me giggling and kicking my feet so i would like to request blade cooking for his reader after she comes back from a mission that elio assigned them in!! 🥹🥹🥹

───❝BUT I THINK I MIGHT, TAKE A BITE.❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. BLADE x gn+stellaron hunter!readerᆞdomestic fluffᆞquiet intimacy

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 665ᆞkinda proofread but also not really

The front door of the apartment creaked closed as you shut it, letting out a quiet, yet long sigh. The fatigue of the day is still clinging on to your shoulders as you hang your coat up, while your feet ache as you take of your shoes. Once you finally get them off relief crashes over you the same way the smell of chicken and tofu does.

Wait, chicken and tofu?

Heading deeper into the apartment you share with your fellow hunters, you catch a sight that has become seemingly more common recently. Which is Blade, carefully frying tofu, while making sure that it gets crispy without letting it burn, and skillfully keeping an eye on some chicken in a seperate pan.

He hums a small 'welcome back' as you silently sit down at one of the stools by the kitchen island, watching him toss the tofu a bit, his movements focused and presiced.

You think back on the last little while, or rather how normal coming back to Blade and his cooking has become. Initially, he started cooking when Silver Wolf was far too focused on grinding through some game to notice her stomach growling, then he started to do it to help out Firefly when her illness was causing her trouble, and finally he now cooks for all of you to simply pass the time. Does this also count as a perk of being stationed in one spot for a good while?

Although yes, food was not usually an issue. Elio made sure that you all ate at least something every once in a while, albeit that mostly consisted of fast food and/or the occasional charcuterie board when missions happened to involve some fancy event. None of these things taste bad, quite the contrary actually, yet nothing can truly beat a mediocre home-cooked meal. It's the thought that counts, not the lack-luster seasoning!

Having been lost deep within the labyrinth of your thoughts, the tap of the plate against the contertop startes you right back to reality. The reality of Blade, casually sitting across from you with his portion of food.

You watch him silently for a few moments, he stops mid bite to shoot you a questioning glance, a wordless way of asking you what's up. You shake your head, a simple way of conveying your answer—nothing.

He nods, going back to his food. Best to join him and dig in while it's still hot. And as the food graces your tastebuds, you are blessed with simple salt and pepper. And boy is it marvelous.

Not too salty, but just enough to not be bland. Not too oily, but still not bone dry. It is perfectly average in every way and it sure as hell hits the spot after such a long and tiring mission.

After a good few minutes, he speaks up: "Is it good?"

You nod, his face softening a bit. The shared meal slowly falls back into silence. Not an empty, awkward one though; it's more casual, something akin to comfort. The kind you can only find within the apartment of a group of fate-chasers.

It does not take the pair of you long to polish off your meals, Blade makes quick work of picking up the dishes, and you watch him as he moves to the sink to go wash them.

You move too, standing up to help him with the chore. "It's fine." you interrupt before he gets to shoo you away, "Let me help, think of it as a thank you for the meal." you shoot him a smile, the way his shoulders relax slightly does not go unoticed by you.

Apart from the sound of running tap water, the silence between you two has returned once more. This too, has gotten rather common when you find yourselves alone and caught in a domestic moment. A subtle testament to the comfort betwixt the pair of you that lies within simply being in eachothers presence.

ノㅤ﹕A/N ⋮ Finally!!! Exams are over!!! So i will try to post more, yipppieee!!!! Also, i do hope you enjoy this nonnie, hopefully i did your ask justice!

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

[quinsilie]

───❝I'M STILL AFRAID OF THE DARK, BUT MORNINGS ARE SCARIER.❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. FLINS x gn!readerᆞcw: mold used as an analogyᆞthis is a fluff fic i'm just weird

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 706ᆞnot proofread

Have you ever witnessed how quickly mold can spread?

It's subtle, but still present, and incredibly persistant. It creeps into the tiniest crevices, sinking deep inside your space right underneath your nose.

Of course, not all mold is the same. There are many types of mold, some are more common than others. Such as black mold, alternaria, penicillium, or Flins. This type of mold is rather one of a kind.

Yes, mold is definately an apt thing to compare your beloved to, as you just now notice how his things have spread across your home. It started small, as all things do. You were still able to tuck your ever-growing affections for him away under a rug or behind a closet, still able to pretend you were not absolutely smitten with him.

Alas, now it is too late, as the mold has spread rather rampant throughout your home. Strange how long it took you to notice, notice the way there are extra hairties around your sink faucet, or the other pair of shoes that join your after a long day, or even the trinkets that now litter your selves.

Mold has a rather specific smell; one that is heavy, a little woody. But this strain has a unique smell, it's quite warm and a little ashy; not in the sense of cigarette nor charcole, but it is rather reminiscent of the flame of candle. With the smoke being there, but the key difference is the comfort it brings.

This smell clings to your sheets now, the spot where it is the strongest still has the dent of a body on it. Said body is currently out and about patroling, the bed feeling rather cold without a literal flame around to keep you warm. It helps save on fire wood, which is a plus.

At least you have his trinkets to keep you company, as they twinkle on your shelves like little stars. Each one serves as a partner to objects of your own, each one at least a couple times older than yours; hell, they're probably a good couple times older than you are.

Only now do you truly notice how many things have joined yours, how they have snuck into your routine and burrowed themselves in deep. Glancing across the numerous new, if you could call them that, books that have been added to your bookshelf; memories of evening spent silently reading together cross your mind. You can't help but huff a small laugh, you probably would have barked a much bigger one in the past if you were told that this was now your idea of an ideal date night.

On your way to the kitchen you pass an ashtray on a sidetable, one that was once kept for guests who smoked, now used to contain very old coins. You notice how it is basically stuffed to the brim now, each coin meticulously added by both of you whenever you went outside. Some are from auctions, others found in yardsales, others have simply been picked up off of the ground while wandering about. Initially this was only Kyrylls hobby, yet now you find yourself indulging in collecting a few for him. To think you are this ennamoured by the smile of a trinket loving fae, and to think that said smile is often brought upon by old coins, of all things.

Well, not always old coins. Sometimes it is brought out by vintage wines and liqueurs. Said ones relax in the wine rack on your kitchen counter, while Flins cannot really get drunk, he still savours the taste of each one. And moreso, he enjoys sharing them with you over dinner, or to wind-down after long hours at your respective jobs.

Yet one thing that you still have not grown aware of, is how he infatuated he is by you. While yes, wines and coins do please him, something about you just gets rather giddy. Flins cannot help but, without fail, be incredibly amused in your presence. It's something small, insignificant to most, but his feelings lie in how his lip is always quirked up when you are around or even simply mentioned.

For you, are the mold that has taken over his heart.

© quinsilie — 2026ᆞdo not translate, repost, or feed my work into any AI learning program, please and thank you ♡

[quinsilie]

HII QUIN! hope all is well, i would like to request khaslana with padlocks, game night and hobbies :3

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QUINS NOTE ⋮ HHELLO ☀️!! sorry this took uhh.. over a month.. uhhhhhh anyways!!!!! I do hope you enjoy this!!!

જ⁀➴wc ⋮ 1.2k — not proofread, fuck it we ball

───PADLOCKS — TIMELESS ODES TO ETERNAL LOVE~ ♡

Three soft knocks on your front door are all you need to guess who is waiting on the other side, the pattern becoming somewhat of a secret code between you and Khaslana.

You startle him slightly when your door flies open, catching him offguard as he was adjusting his perpetually messy hair. He quickly collects himself, smiling sweetly, "Hello Dawnlight, you look lovely." he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek as he greets you, continuing to speak as he straightens back up "So, are you ready to head out?"

His smile grows a bit when he sees you nod, gesturing for you to come with him. While walking down the steps of your porch, he holds out his hand for you to take, the gentlemanly gesture making him look a bit like a knight. The thought makes you chuckle a little as you place your hand into his warm one, the small squeeze he gives out of habit making you smile.

The two of you start walking down the street towards your destination, the museum. Having heard that they opened a new exhibition today, you and Khaslana agreed that it would be nice to go check it out and then get a bite to eat after.

Your walk is quickly accompanied by soft banter and playful jabs, this kind of palaver basically being second nature with your boyfriend.

Even with how fun these chats are, you can't help but feel your thoughts wander as you admire him in the evening sun. Watching the way the golden light highlights his slightly rosy cheeks and how his eyes almost sparkle, you find yourself a little awestruck. He notices, he almost always does, and he almost always lets out a soft laugh that pulls you back into reality.

Your little walk continues for a little longer before he stops dead in his tracks, pausing to dig through his pockets. He pulls something out and presents it to you, it's a standard padlock — the kind that is usually on the doors of sheds and alike. You smirk as you can already guess his intent with this.

"I saw some couples attach one of these to the railing over there. So, wanna go add one more?" He tilts his head towards the bridge, his handsome smile grows a bit wider as you agree.

You grab his hand, leading him towards the bridge — padlock inbetween your intertwined fingers. You pass by other locks left by other couples, finding a suitable spot for your own. He hands you the lock as he takes out the key, you unlock the lock and attach it to the rail, now left with the key in your hand.

"I think you should toss the key in to..." he trails off, watching you press a kiss to the key before offering it to him to do the same. His ears get a bit pinker under your soft, slightly expectant gaze, he slowly takes the key from you, mirroring your action and pressing a quick kiss to it.

With your nod of approval, he throws the key out into the water. The two of you watch the water beneath the bridge ripple as it sinks in, your hands once more intertwined.

He leans in to press a kiss to your lips, a small chuckle leaving him, "...You taste like iron." He chuckles, moving to continue your walk to the museum again, laughing through your complaints of how he too tastes of metal.

───HOBBIES — HUMAN ENCYCLOPEDIA, FULL OF LIVELY ANECDOTES~ ♡

A few streets later and you arrive at the museum. You take in the usually bleak building, the big 'White Day Exhibition' banner bringing in a much needed pop of colour. In your examination of the new decor, Khaslana managed to slip away to go buy you two some entry tickets.

Walking inside the building, you immidiately notice the various new items for show. Mainly including paintings, but also some decorative vases, all of them showing various romantic sceneries.

With it being later in the day, you and Khaslana basically had the place to yourselves. Allowing the pair of you to take your time and explore each featured item carefully.

Listening to him talk about things like these antiques was always so much fun. The way he explained these things with such care and depth being one of Khaslanas biggest charms. You listen intently to his explanations, nodding along to show that you were following along, albeit it was getting a little difficult to when you were fighting the urge to kiss him while he was explaining the origin of some pot.

You chuckle as you watch him trail off a bit when you lean in a little closer, tilting your head slightly as if to listen more closely and not to fluster him. It always works~

You were in there for maybe a solid hour or two, you begin to head out as the museum was closing soon. Yet the sight you were greeted with was not the prettiest one.

───GAME NIGHT — RAINY EVENING CHESS MATCH~ ♡

Oh come on! It was raining cats and dogs! Even though the forecast said there was a small chance, it still ended up pouring outside. Right when the two of you had an outdoor dinner reservation!

Even worse, both of you did not bring an umbrella. So your sweet boyfriend had to give you his jacket to protect you from the rain. Romantic as it was, you can only hope he doesn't catch a cold because of this...

Hurrying on to your home, you quickly rush in and turn on the AC on the warmer setting, towel drying your boyfriends soaked hair. Finding him some spare clothes he left over at your place, you both change into warm, comfy clothes.

You sigh as you relax into the couch, annoying as it was that your date had to be cut short, you notice that Khaslana was all too bummed out about it.

Rather his attention was focused on the games that were resting on your shelf, "Say, are you any good at chess?" He points towards the chess-set at the bottom of the stack of games.

You nod as you get up to go get the game, setting it up on the coffee table infront of him. Once all of the pieces were in place the two of you begin to play.

You won the first two games, rather easily and in a rather short time you noticed. It seems your reaction to this little realization was rather visible, as it causes Khaslana to chuckle at the slightly sour look on your face. Scolding him lightly for going easy on you, he gives you a playful smile, "Alright, alright. I'll stop going easy on you, but don't complain if you can't beat me anymore."

And true to his words, you only beat him once out of the next four games. The last round you won was by distracting him by a blowing him a little kiss. Causing him to fluster juuust enough to snag the win.

He sighs, proclaring you a cheater. His tone is rather serious, yet you can still tell that there is zero malice in it;

"Really, Dawnlight? Using such despicable tactics to win? And I thought you were better than this." He shakes his head lightly, turning his face away from you. You giggle at his little act, moving closer to him.

Wrapping him up in a tight embrace, you can feel his act crumble between your arms. You smirk as you go in for the kill, pressing a coulpe of kisses to his face~

His pouting falls apart completely as his errupts into a fit of giggles, "Hey, no fair!" He laughs, returning the affections happily.

Finally, both of you relent after a long battle of rolling around and kissing eachothers cheeks senseless. Khaslana sighs contently, more than happy to spend the rest of the evening with you like this — lazing about on the floor~

[quinsilie]

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Welp!!! Half of a request down the drain!!!! Fuck yeah thanks tumblr!!!!!!!

Fym you don't support this media format i got the damn divider off of your fuckass app omfd make uo your damn mind