i miss my moot @littlesliceofcheese pls come back 😞
i have no one to yap abt our life to and playing the game reminds me of you 😢 PLEASE TUMBLR LET MY POOKIE COME BACK I CANT WAIT ANOTHER 7 MONTHS!!!! 7 MONTHS OF ABSOLUTE TORTURE 😞😞😞
. . an: finally writing after a long LONG while. and of course its gonna be for xiao (happy birthday to my boy i love you)
The smell of home-made tofu and almonds permeate through the morning air, the soft chirps of birds accompanying you in the kitchen. Soft sunlight filters in through the window, casting a warm glow throughout your home.
You dust off your clothes as you admire the fruits of your labor before you—a spread of liyuen cuisine you had gotten up early to make. Rice buns, crab roe tofu, matsutake meat rolls, and of course, almond tofu are all neatly arranged on the dining table accompanied by freshly brewed tea.
The dishes you prepared aren't too light to not compensate for a night of patroling Liyue, but also not too heavy that there'll be left over food afterwards. After checking one last time that everything is ready, you head towards your shared bedroom with Xiao. He had come back a bit late last night, exhaustion weighing at his body as he laid down beside you. You had felt the bed dip and a hand drape over your waist, and when you turned around to face him, he was already fast asleep.
As you enter the bedroom, Xiao is still sound asleep, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains casts his figure with a soft glow. You stand there for a moment, admiring the man you've shared countless memories with, before heading over and sitting beside him. Despite his karmic debt he endures daily, Xiao looks peaceful while sleeping. His chest rises and falls softly, hair slightly mussed. Despite his vehement denials, you always remember to tell him how cute he is when he's peaceful like this.
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, you press light kisses to Xiao's face.
"Wake up, Xiao," You say softly, careful not to wake him up suddenly. Slowly, Xiao opens his eyes, his hand coming up to rest at your waist. His golden eyes immediately find yours, smiling as his other hand comes up to cradle your face.
"Good morning, beloved." Xiao presses a kiss on your nose, pulling you down to lay beside him. You giggle as he starts to smother you with butterfly kisses.
"Good morning to you, too, love," You say as you reach up to squish his cheeks, smiling at him. Leaning in, you press a slow kiss to his slips, both of you visibly relaxing as you bask in each other's comfort. You pull away from Xiao after a moment, feeling all your love for this man burst forth at this moment.
"Happy birthday, Xiao," You greet, brushing away stray hair strands from his face. You continue to look at him, at those endless golden hues that seem to always pull you in. A soft chuckle escapes you as a flush coats the tip of his ears, Xiao momentarily looking away as he clears his throat.
"So it seems," He says, pulling you closer to him, tightening his hold on you. A soft sigh escapes him, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you, beloved. Although the day of my birth is something insignificant to an adeptus like me, your presence is enough to make it worth while."
Now its your turn to blush, hitting Xiao softly on the chest as he chuckles. "Though, if you were to ask me, waking by your side everyday is enough to make it worth while." Your blush pleasantly redens further as you look away from his burning gaze. Gosh, you sometimes wonder what past good deeds you did to deserve a man such as Xiao.
"Ah, my heart can't handle this, Xiao." He only chuckles at your state before resting his chin atop your head. You pout, thinking of the food slowly turning cold on the dining table.
"Xiao, the food will turn cold." You complain, starting to pull away from his embrace. It is futile, as he hold you impossibly tighter. He mumbles something incomprehensible before landing a kiss on top of your head. You only sigh as your fingers come up to tangle in his hair.
"Why don't we stay in for a bit longer, hm? But don't blame me when the food is cold."
"I could never blame you for anything, love."
You smile, burrowing your face into his chest. The effect this man has on you…
"I love you, Xiao."
"I love you, too, beloved."
. . . an: can you tell the ending is a bit rushed? i wrote this on a time crunch since i have to wake up early tomorrow and yeah. i wanted to write a lenghtier one shot but i did NOT no what to write TT im so sorry xiao you deserve better than me </3.
dividers are from @cafekitsune! check them out their graphics are the best <3
. . . an: i couldn't wait to post it... so heres a flins one shot. divider creds go to @cursed-carmine !
you are, in all essence, confused as hell. granted, waking up in an unfamiliar place would make anybody be confused. looking at your surroundings, the foreign skies and plants surrounding you makes you feel like you're in a fever dream. because what the hell is that semi-translucent fairy looking bat you're looking at from a distance?
you decide to ignore it. standing up, you pat off any dirt clinging to you. all your belongings are still intact, save for a few sunsettias. you stretch your arms, hearing and feeling a satisfying pop as you observe the peaceful swaying of very green grass in front of you, the wirring of some kind of machine in the background. the sun is rapidly setting, giving off a warm but eerie atmosphere, making the hair at your nape stand up. and although your senses are being attacked by an unfamiliar energy source, the faint hints of abyssal energy in the air is enough for you to decide to get the hell away from this place.
only a few meters ahead, you see the metal roofs of buildings. you walk faster, nearing the edge of a cliff and gazing down upon a (is that a town? you're not sure) with several mechanical machines littered about. with the help of your vision, you start your slow descent to the entrance of the town(?).
you approach what you presume to be a local, asking about the location of the nearest hotel, or somewhere you can stay in. through them, a kind middle aged lady, you learn that the town's name is Nasha Town (you internally celebrate that you were right about it being a town) and you're currently in nod krai. your eyes widen at that, not expecting to be literally thousands of kilometres away from your home (its a bit of an exaggeration, but still). the lady also tells you about a tavern called the flagship and how you can stay there. you thank her, continuing on your way into the town.
fortunately, the directions the lady gave you are easy to follow. unfortunately, you are not familiar with any of the landmarks she pointed out to you (curse that unfamiliar energy source buzzing your senses, literally). through your aimless wander around town trying to find that archon forsaken tarvern, you eventually bump into someone.
"sorry!" you immediately say once you make contact with his back. the man turns around, his eyes making you nervous. "i didn't watch where i was going." he seems to study you for a moment before nodding.
"it's alright." the stranger's deep voice reassures, although it does nothing to your nerves.
"uhm..." you muster out, trying to find the courage to ask him for help. your flight or fight instinct is going wild, even more so when the stranger tilts his head at you, purple hair framing his face perfectly.
"do you know the way to the flagship, by any chance?" you ask, fist clenching and opening behind your back. the stranger nods and you (hopefully not so much) visibly relax.
"follow me."
you follow the stranger, the blue light in his lamp illuminating the path before the both of you. you wait a few seconds before introducing yourself and thanking him for his help. walking side by side, you can feel his gaze land on you before shifting away.
"kyryll chudomirovich flins. but you can call me flins." you nod, a smile appearing on your face as you turn to look up at him. archons, he's really tall.
"nice to meet you flins." you say as you stop, extending a hand out to flins. he stops as well, shaking your hand firmly, a small smile present in his otherwise blank expression.
"likewise."
the both of you walked in silence the rest of the way to the flagship, occasionally asking a question here and there about the things you saw in town. when you asked about the big cannon in the middle of the town, he just chuckled and said it was for defense purposes.
you thank flins as he opens the door for you, stepping inside the tavern with the purple haired man just a few steps behind you. the atmosphere is warm, quiet chatter filling up the space nicely. flins walks ahead of you towards the bar where the bartender gives a wave and a smile.
"the usual?" the bartender asks. flins nods before turning towards you.
"what would you like?" he asks, settling onto a barstool, with you following suit. you're about to say you're fine with just orange juice, but the throbbing in your head and dull senses suggest otherwise.
"whiskey, please." the bartender nods and sets about on preparing your drinks. comfortable silence envelops you both, the calm jazz in the background clearing your head a little.
"i didn't think you were the whiskey type." flins says, posture perfect as he looks at you. you huff out a laugh, looking back at him.
"just needed something strong. headache's been pissing me since i got here." flins raises a brow at that, and sensing you're about to get questioned for your questionable decision, you turn your gaze to the bar top.
"i would suggest drinking water instead of whiskey, but that would make me a hypocrite." a glass of whiskey slides in front of you as you chuckle, precipitation clinging to the glass. "i take it you're not from around here?" flins asks, taking a sip of his own drink.
you nod, swirling the liquid inside the glass. "yeah, woke up just a little ways outside of town. i'm kind of thankful you're the one i bumped into. if it were any of the other men i saw, i'd be scared shitless." you take a small sip of your whiskey, the warmth grounding you.
flins chuckles, a deep rumble which drowns out any other sound in the tavern. you find yourself captivated by it, subconsciously leaning closer towards the man. "and you weren't scared of me?" he asks, tilting his head and smiling.
surprisingly, you nod. despite the earlier nervousness you felt when you bumped into him, you aren't scared of flins at all. in contrary, you actually feel... comfortable in his presence. "no, i wasn't. my headache actually subsided a bit when i bumped into you." you tell him, your fingers drawing patterns onto the wooden bar top. flins just hummed as he takes another sip of his drink.
conversation flowed naturally between you two after. both of you having multiple refills as the night goes on. he told you about the 3 regions of nod krai and their respective inhabitants. in turn, you told him where you came from.
"oh? you just woke up with no recollection of how you arrived here?" he asked, gold eyes peering into you, as if he's trying to decipher your whole being. his gaze makes you squirm, adjusting in your seat into a more comfortable position.
"yeah, it is quite strange. but since i'm already here, it doesn't hurt to explore a bit, no?"
flins also informs you on kuuvahki, the elemental energy that's present in nod krai. every machine here runs on kuuvahki, he says, mentioning a young inventor who is highly sought after in terms of her creations.
you don't even notice how long you've been chatting when you bring your glass to your lips, tilting it only to receive ice water. you frown, setting down your glass and glancing at the clock.
"oh! it's already near midnight. i didn't realize i've kept you for so long-" standing up, you reach into the pocket dimension (which appeared after you received your vision) for your wallet. flins stands up, too, and reaches out to your hand when you bring out some mora.
"please, don't worry about it. the drinks are on me." he says, smiling at you. the warmth from his hand makes you flush, the alcohol in your system contributing to the fact.
"but i wouldn't want to trouble you.." you avoid his gaze, the slight stutter in your voice making you want to hide in a hole. "i've already kept chatting with you until midnight, i couldn't possibly make you pay for my drink as well."
flins only chuckles, retracting his hand and settling it behind his back. the loss of heat makes you mentally cry. "i insist. think of it as a welcoming gift to nod krai." hesitantly, you nod, returning your wallet to the pocket dimension. "it was nice chatting with you, i wish you a safe journey through nod krai." his smile makes your insides flutter. you return the sentiment before he turns around and leaves, the lingering heat of his touch searing itself into your memory.
later, inside your rented room at the flagship, you scream into your pillow. everything about flins made you crazy. his gaze, his voice, fuck even the way he said your name made you go crazy.
mentally, you make a wish to see him again some time soon.
. . . an: we will (yes we) get flins 💪 i haven't written something in so long, so i kinda missed the wave of satisfaction when i finished writing this lol. i even forgot how i format my posts (granted i've only posted a single one shot on here...)
also im slightly ashamed that i have a flins fic but not a xiao fic (forgive me my husband huhu) also i can't guarantee that this will miraculously get rid of my ever-present writer's block..
. . an: finally writing after a long LONG while. and of course its gonna be for xiao (happy birthday to my boy i love you)
The smell of home-made tofu and almonds permeate through the morning air, the soft chirps of birds accompanying you in the kitchen. Soft sunlight filters in through the window, casting a warm glow throughout your home.
You dust off your clothes as you admire the fruits of your labor before you—a spread of liyuen cuisine you had gotten up early to make. Rice buns, crab roe tofu, matsutake meat rolls, and of course, almond tofu are all neatly arranged on the dining table accompanied by freshly brewed tea.
The dishes you prepared aren't too light to not compensate for a night of patroling Liyue, but also not too heavy that there'll be left over food afterwards. After checking one last time that everything is ready, you head towards your shared bedroom with Xiao. He had come back a bit late last night, exhaustion weighing at his body as he laid down beside you. You had felt the bed dip and a hand drape over your waist, and when you turned around to face him, he was already fast asleep.
As you enter the bedroom, Xiao is still sound asleep, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains casts his figure with a soft glow. You stand there for a moment, admiring the man you've shared countless memories with, before heading over and sitting beside him. Despite his karmic debt he endures daily, Xiao looks peaceful while sleeping. His chest rises and falls softly, hair slightly mussed. Despite his vehement denials, you always remember to tell him how cute he is when he's peaceful like this.
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, you press light kisses to Xiao's face.
"Wake up, Xiao," You say softly, careful not to wake him up suddenly. Slowly, Xiao opens his eyes, his hand coming up to rest at your waist. His golden eyes immediately find yours, smiling as his other hand comes up to cradle your face.
"Good morning, beloved." Xiao presses a kiss on your nose, pulling you down to lay beside him. You giggle as he starts to smother you with butterfly kisses.
"Good morning to you, too, love," You say as you reach up to squish his cheeks, smiling at him. Leaning in, you press a slow kiss to his slips, both of you visibly relaxing as you bask in each other's comfort. You pull away from Xiao after a moment, feeling all your love for this man burst forth at this moment.
"Happy birthday, Xiao," You greet, brushing away stray hair strands from his face. You continue to look at him, at those endless golden hues that seem to always pull you in. A soft chuckle escapes you as a flush coats the tip of his ears, Xiao momentarily looking away as he clears his throat.
"So it seems," He says, pulling you closer to him, tightening his hold on you. A soft sigh escapes him, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you, beloved. Although the day of my birth is something insignificant to an adeptus like me, your presence is enough to make it worth while."
Now its your turn to blush, hitting Xiao softly on the chest as he chuckles. "Though, if you were to ask me, waking by your side everyday is enough to make it worth while." Your blush pleasantly redens further as you look away from his burning gaze. Gosh, you sometimes wonder what past good deeds you did to deserve a man such as Xiao.
"Ah, my heart can't handle this, Xiao." He only chuckles at your state before resting his chin atop your head. You pout, thinking of the food slowly turning cold on the dining table.
"Xiao, the food will turn cold." You complain, starting to pull away from his embrace. It is futile, as he hold you impossibly tighter. He mumbles something incomprehensible before landing a kiss on top of your head. You only sigh as your fingers come up to tangle in his hair.
"Why don't we stay in for a bit longer, hm? But don't blame me when the food is cold."
"I could never blame you for anything, love."
You smile, burrowing your face into his chest. The effect this man has on you…
"I love you, Xiao."
"I love you, too, beloved."
. . . an: can you tell the ending is a bit rushed? i wrote this on a time crunch since i have to wake up early tomorrow and yeah. i wanted to write a lenghtier one shot but i did NOT no what to write TT im so sorry xiao you deserve better than me </3.
dividers are from @cafekitsune! check them out their graphics are the best <3
. . an: xiao fic with slight angst for the soul. dw im a sucker for happy endings.
lately, xiao's been getting these dreams.
they normally start off with him in a field, wind gently swaying his hair as he gazes beyond the horizon, the rolling hills decorated with different flowers—predominantly qingxin—mixed with lumidouce bells he recognizes from books he reads during his leisure hours.
he always feels a mix of emotions at the sight. the flash of eyes holding affection he didn't deserve, the warmth of a hug easing the tiredness from his body, a smile so bright and warm he wished it would not disappear. it always makes his breath hitch, often being teased by violet or sometimes even morax when he witnesses such a sight.
then, an invisible force collides with his chest, making him take a step backward to regain his balance. it is always followed by a chorus of laughter and giggles—oh he misses the warmth it brings—along with arms circling around his waist.
he can feel unshed tears pricking his eyes as he brings his arm around the figure, ducking his head to hide his expression.
"xiao," the soft voice whispers into his ear, full of warmth and adoration he never would have dreamed to receive. "xiao, take care of yourself, all right?" the voice brings him comfort, his hold on the figure tightening, afraid to let go.
"please, take care of yourself, xiao." the voice says, the warmth slowly disappearing as he feels himself slipping into consciousness. he wants to say something—anything—to make the soft voice and warm embrace and bright laughter stay in his hold forever. he wants to stay.
stay here, forever, even if it means he'll never get to wake up again-
xiao sits up with a startle, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. the breeze entering through the window makes him sober, the soft rays of early sunlight casting the room in a warm glow.
if he closes his eyes, will he be able to hear the voice again?
the dreams continue for a few weeks, always starting and ending the same. he went to morax—he has to get used to calling his archon zhongli—for help regarding his predicament. he wouldn't classify it as unwelcome, though, even if it leaves him longing and yearning when he eventually wakes up.
mor- zhongli just chuckles at him, shaking his head and giving xiao a look that even he—throughout all his years of serving under the geo archon—could not decipher. but the monsters around wangshu inn and his home have considerably lessened, so he guesses zhongli still has some sympathy for him.
but even xiao can not fool himself. fighting treasure hoarders and killing hilichurls and slimes have came to him more often these past few days. even qiqi has noticed that his influence has reached far beyond the general area of wangshu inn and his home—where he normally patrols.
its as if he's making the path more safe, he remembers the zombie child say. that made him momentarily pause, before remembering that he still needed to help qiqi gather herbs as per baizhu—and zhongli's—request.
he hurried home that day, checking the calendar again and again for any reminder he must have marked out. and every time, there is none. but a nagging feeling still bothers him, an important request that he is supposed to remember but just cannot.
xiao only remembers what it is when the front door suddenly bursts open and angry stomps march towards him in the kitchen. he looks up from the chopping board, stopping his preparation of almond tofu as golden eyes meet your angry ones.
"xiao!" you whine, dropping your bag on the floor. you approach him, grabbing his shoulders as you shake him back and forth. "i'm gone for 4 months and you forget to pick me up?!" you ask angrily, tears threatening to fall.
and xiao just freezes, mind whirring and unhelpfully giving him the mental image of you—tired from your journey from sumeru—having to travel even longer just to go back home. guilt pricks at his heart, setting down the knife and looping his arms around your waist, pulling you against him.
the sight of you—even though you were on the verge of punching him—makes his heart melt, tucking loose hair behind your ear. he knows he should say something now—apologize and ask for forgiveness for forgetting to pick you up at your agreed meeting point. but who can blame him? all the longing and yearning he's felt ever since you left are all pouring out his heart, wanting nothing else but to keep you by his side forever.
"what do you have to say for yourself, xiao? don't just stare at me!" your voice shakes him out of his thoughts, your fist landing softly on his chest. xiao smiles, pressing a kiss on your hair, followed by your forehead and your nose.
"i apologize, my love, it seems i have forgotten." he whispers, gaze soft as he brings a hand to caress your cheek. that only makes you angrier.
"what do you mean forget?!" a punch lands on his chest, "i sent you multiple letters weeks in advance, reminding you to pick me up today!" another punch, and a hand coming up to pinch his cheek.
xiao's thumb swipes at the tear that falls from your eye, heart practically crumbling at the thought of being the reason for your tears.
"forgive me, love. but i have never received these letters you talk about." he clarifies, tightening his hold as he casts a glance towards your bag on the floor. amusement flickers in his eye as he sees multiple letters spilling from the bag, prompting you to look as well.
blush creeps up your neck as embarrassment floods your system, frowning. xiao smiles as you look like you're racking your brain for the past month's memories—on whether you sent the letters or not. you bring your arms around his neck, casting your gaze away as the tips of your ear turn red.
"it seems i've forgotten to send them." you mutter, embarrassed but still annoyed that he didn't pick you up. xiao only smiles, softly turning your head to look at him. he massages away your frown, placing a kiss at the corner of your lips.
"love, will you forgive me?" he softly asks against your lips, foreheads touching as he finally feels complete again.
you always make him feel complete.
you huff, anger starting to dissipate. "fine. it is partly my fault—how could you possibly know when i would be back?" you finally crack a smile, the one xiao loves and misses so much, "if it wasn't for the help of sumeru's archon, the project would have taken much longer." xiao only chuckles, finally connecting your lips together as he closes his eyes.
he's missed you, badly so. but the important part is you're here again, alive and whole, and not in dreams where he wakes up in a cold sweat.
the kiss is sweet, filled with love and affection and all the things xiao doesn't bother to name. he feels you tug at the hair on his nape before separating, a smile on your face as you kiss his nose.
"ooh, are you making almond tofu?" you ask, turning your head to look at the abandoned tofu on the chopping board. xiao only nods and pulls you closer, capturing your lips in another sweet kiss.
xiao can finally feel your warmth, hear your laugh, and witness your smile that can challenge the sun itself. he can finally, finally, shower you with love and affection because you're back, and that's all that matters.
. . . an: the pacing on this is completely off, so i apologize. i just wanted no NEEDED to write something about my gorgeous beautiful perfect lovely- ahem xiao. i've had this idea since last year but i've only had the chance to write it now so the story is a bit patchy. oh and also i was supposed to post this on october 1st but i just cant help myself... oops. (anything for my husband)
. . cw: slight mention of blood, descriptions of making out
. . an: first hsr story for my first limited five star ☆☆☆☆☆ couldn't think of a better title smh
you never understood blade. even when kafka tasked you to take care of him after missions. cleaning him, making sure to treat his wounds, all that stuff.
he was quiet at first. no words exchanged between you two, just comfortable silence whenever you would clean him in the bathtub. a variety of shampoo and conditioners perfectly arranged by the side of the tub.
kafka only trusted you because you were able to relax blade after his most difficult missions. which was weird because according to silverwolf, kafka was always the one taking care of blade after missions. of she were gone, then it'd fall on silverwolf or sam to take care of him.
"i also found it a bit strange when kafka suddenly trusted you to take care of blade." silverwolf said as her fingers rapidly fly across the keyboard. "why?" you ask, watching her in curiosity. "well, kafka was always the one to take care of him. so entrusting someone with that task was surprising." she glances at you for a moment, then returns her attention back to the hologram in front of her.
"but dont overthink it too much. it's probably something to do with Elio's plan." she assures you.
you always think back to that conversation with silverwolf, pondering over the details and the possible reasons for kafka trusting you with blade. even now as you scrub the said swordsman's hair of any remaining blood, you find your mind wandering over to that same conversation.
blade opens his eyes, seeing you zoned out and mindlessly scrubbing his air was amusing at best. although he liked the feeling of your hands in his hair, the water was getting cold, and you hadn't even started to clean his body.
blade lifts a hand up to your face, cradling it softly as he watches you come back to reality, blush creeping up your neck. you pull back, looking away as you try to hide your face.
"the water is getting cold." he says, retracting his hand after a few moments. you only nod, moving to wash his hair. reaching for the bar of soap, you prepare to scrub his body clean of all the dried up blood. but before you could start, a hologram appears in front of you, with silverwolf right in the center.
"kafka's calling you to her office." she says before disappearing as quickly as she appeared. the room was silent for a while as you wonder why kafka needs you at this time - she always knows when you're cleaning blade.
"go. i can clean myself." blade's voice breaks the silence in the room. "uhm... ok." you mutter, standing up and giving blade the soap before exiting the bathroom.
you walk through the halls of headquarters, the silence almost defeaning. recalling the conversation you had with kafka a week ago, you wonder why she suddenly gave you a 'well deserved vacation'. you sigh, deciding to go to silverwolf for help. even if the girl seemed like she was always on the computer, she always listened to your ramblings. you're thankful for that.
rounding the corner, you remember that blade returns from his most recent mission today. you guess that kafka has already taken care of him...
you curse as you bump into someone. "ah, sorry about that..." lifting your head, you lock eyes with crimson red ones. there was an unreadable expression on his face - one you've seen many times after a particularly rough mission.
he stares at you, gaze burning through your soul. you shuffle awkwardly on your feet, struggling to find the words to break the tension.
suddenly, you're pinned against the wall, blade's arms on either side of you. you cower, lowering your head. a hand gently lifts your head by the chin, crimson eyes meeting yours. your breath hitches, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.
"why weren't you there to greet me?" he asks in a whisper, quiet enough that only the two of you can hear. he narrows his eyes, tightening his arm on your waist. "why was kafka the one to clean me?" he asks in a harsher tone, voice dripping with annoyance.
you avert your gaze, stumbling over your explanation. "kafka told me to take a month off. she said i didn't need to greet you after missions so i didn't." you gently try to get out of his hold. it feels like your heart is about to burst, and you were sure you looked redded than a tomato.
blade tuts, tightening his hold. he's silent, which was unnerving. finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lets you go. you step back, trying to calm your heart. he stares at you for a moment before turning around and walking away. you watch him disappear into the next corridor, slumping against the wall, wondering what in the loving name of aeons just happened.
even now, you still dont understand him.
for the remainder of your 'vacation', you could sense blade following you everywhere you go. you even had to take extreme measures (asking silverwolf for help) just to avoid him.
silverwolf looks up from her computer, bubblegum popping as she takes in your slumped form. "you can't hide in here forever." she says, crossing her arms. hiding in silverwolf's room was the best course of action for you because blade wasn't allowed here.
you groan, dropping your head on her desk. "he's been following me for two weeks! two weeks, silverwolf!" you complain, "i can't even go to my room without him knocking on the door every thirty minutes!" silverwolf only laughs at your predicament. you've been going to her every time you're troubled by something (most of the time, it involved a certain mara-struck swordsman), and she was amused every time.
silverwolf smirks, clearly knowing something you dont. "just talk to him. it'll be resolved in no time." she suggests, going back to whatever she was doing. you stay quiet, pondering over your options before a knock on the door is heard. "speak of the devil." silverwolf stands up, motioning for you to hide, which you immediately do.
"what do you want?" she asks, annoyed. "you already know what i want." blade's voice reaches your ears, making the butterflies in your stomach act up again. "she doesn't want to talk." the silver-haired girl refutes, narrowing her eyes. the room is silent for a moment, before the sound of a sword being unsheathed resonates in the room.
"pull that damn sword out and i will call kafka on you." silverwolf threatens, only to be answered by blade with the same intensity. "bring her out and i wont tell sam you've been stealing his spare parts."
"you wouldn't dare!" she says in an exasperated voice. you already know where this is going. you internally cry, ready to beat up silverwolf. the next thing you know you're being dragged out from your hiding spot and being thrown over blade's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
silverwolf stares at you on the way the way out, her expression reading im not sorry. you give her the finger before the door shuts in your face. the both of you are silent for a while. the only sounds being blade's steps echoing through the empty corridor.
"blade, put me down." you firmly say, squirming in his grasp. he only shakes his head. "put me down!" you say a bit more louder, now actively trying to get out of his hold. blade only tightens his grip on your waist. you sigh, knowing there's no point in fighting him.
"i will never understand you."
you're proven wrong when one night and a lengthy confession later, you're laying on blade's bed, his arms wrapped around you. the memory of last night is still fresh in your mind.
his lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. his soft hair intertwined with your fingers, his smell intoxicating - you guess all the products you used on him finally paid off. the way his hands settled on your waist, the kiss becoming hotter and deeper by the second. your heart beats faster with all the feelings you've never understood before, choosing to push them to the back of your mind. now they resurface as blade whispers sweet i love you's against your too hot skin. his hands roaming your body as emotions start to unravel from the deepest parts of your heart -
blade's cold skin snaps you back to reality. he nudges your shirt up, settling his hand on your bare waist. his gaze on you never falters - piercing through your soul as if reading your innermost thoughts. he pulls you closer to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling you a bit. you smile, combing through his soft black hair, untangling the knots from it. you let him rest, the tranquility of the room lulling you to sleep.
maybe you did understand blade. just a bit.
an: this is so messy jsjsjsjsjsjjj i cant think of a proper name for this so yall have to put up with the current one :p
there's so many plot holes in this istg. maybe i'll make a part 2 who knows 🤷♀️
this is the start of a 7 day writing challenge which i will hopefully finish (please i just want my motivation to write back)
hey there yien tamsyien im borrowing my brothers account to tell you that ive been restricted!!! from my account :( expect me to return on november 9, 2026 :3
-imagine theres a cheese emoji here i cant really use emojis on a desktop
OMG HI ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ
haven't rlly used tumblr so i've only seen your ask now :(
but what when how did you get restricted for so long omg :O
happy holidays too keso!!! hope you n your family meet the new year with happiness ( ´・∀・｀)
"Sometimes a person will visit it, bringing with them food unfit for a growing child and water barely enough for the next visit. The child does not know the concept of ‘sometimes’. "
jus wanted to share a line from the summary of my critique paper on Ursula K. Le Guins' "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas". i genuinely reached flow state here and like dam. I have no words. might reblog this with a watered down version of my analysis later, but who knows? lmao just wanted to share this :)
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