Void

400 Follower Celebration

—“Go back to sleep, baby, it’s okay.”— With König

[WARNINGS: None; fluff.]

It was often you spent nights alone in your house; although two live here, only one often occupies the space. You work a regular job while your boyfriend works in the military—König isn’t home too often, so you’re used to sleeping on the giant mattress alone. You would have gotten an animal by now, but certain animals make König anxious due to their usage out on the field. He tries his best to leave his job at the door so he can come back home to you be the one you need, but it can be hard.

A good way he settles down is relaxing, whilst either being held or holding you. König uses you to ground himself to a different reality he must live in to survive in the field. Your house isn’t too big, but when König’s gone? It’s massive to you. Spending your nights alone unless maybe you call a friend over, but that’s rare. You see your home as your space, as his space.

You’re sleeping peacefully on your bed, using König’s pillow with your arms wrapped around it. A thick blanket lays over you that’s also König’s, and of course, to add it on top; you’re wearing his clothes. What can you say? You miss him. You’re awoken by a heavy dip in the bed and large arms being wrapped around you, and you automatically wake up and assume it’s König, greeting the once quiet air with a soft “hmm?”

Summary: Mornings are a pain, aren't they? So let Alhaitham hold you for just five more minutes, won't you? Word Count: 1.3k Tags: Fluff, Slight Crack, Established relationship (reader x husband!alhaitham), very slight spoilers for the archon quest + his story quest A/N: i can't get alhaitham out of my brain honestly

“Haitham, habibi, let go…”

“Mmnh… Not yet…”

“The sun’s already up. I’ll be late if you don’t let me go, Haitham…” 

synopsis: Call him selfish but he can't help wanting your gaze to be directed at him.

Dottore x reader (gn!) word count: 1k warnings:  jealousy (slight), Akademiya Dottore aka. Zandik is the name he goes by, the other dude is Alhaitham's predecessor, non-established relationship.

He doesn’t like to admit it, but just like everyone else at the Akademiya, he has to follow a schedule. It is one thing to have assigned classes with professors he either admires or looks down upon while being forced to listen to them run their mouth. But, perhaps, what is even worse – is that every student has their own habits that come to constitute a schedule. He knows who is going to get their fortune read from coffee grains right at dawn (because apparently, they are more accurate); if they had true things a dedicated scholar needed, they would not rely on something so arbitrary. He knows just where his peers go to rest – and he hates that he knows your schedules aren’t aligned with his during this time.

Anyways i got bored and my brain gave me a plot idea and praised itself for it so now its making me write it

-ˋˏ✄— Endearing

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Il Dottore x Reader

Pronouns: they/them

"Little trinkets from Il Dottore had always been endearing."

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

Sighing heavily, Y/n watched calm waves kiss at their feet, before retreating back to the ocean, who's reflections of the cloudless sky bring shimmering lights upon a sullen face.

How long had they been in Liyue? Surely Tartaglia had finished his mission by now.

'Why did I have to be here?' They asked to none but themself. 'I just wanna go back to Snezhnaya, the frost biting chill of Dottore's lab is more bearable than he scorching heat of summers in Liyue.'

Perhaps it had been months since they'd last seen the blue haired doctor, manically laughing to himself as his hands easily and swiftly moved around one of his mechanisms.

They missed watching him, from a safe distance, his eccentric coat wrapped around them, quietly tinkering with a small object that Dottore gave them weeks prior. They missed the hums of interest as the man thought of hundreds or millions of ways to dismantle the ruin guard. They missed the little glances he gave them, giving himself assurance that they were still there, not near enough for his experiments to do harm to them, but not far enough so he would be assured that they were there, in his lab, safe with him.

They missed Il Dottore and his little endearing antics.

Waves rushed along the sand, the shoreline evident as the water rushed off to find a riptide, to return to the ocean where it lay home to.

Footsteps approached, and Y/n didn't spare a glance as they knew weary footsteps only belonged to one of Tartaglia's agents.

"My lord," the pyro agent bowed, standing a few feet back from where they sat. They never liked the title. With a role below the Harbingers but above all else, being called 'my lord' didn't sit well. "A package has arrived in Northerland Bank, from Il Dottore. I have brought it along with me, in case you would have wanted it now."

A hum, a glance over he shoulder with a raised brow, and a curious glint to their eye was all the pyro agent needed to know as he slowly approached them. Bowing, he presented the package with outstretched arms.

Gingerly taking the package, Y/n inspected the well cared for box, a ribbon with a familiar shade of blue keeping it closed.

They nodded, and the pyro agent disappeared into a cloud of shadows, swiftly moving away and back to his original post on Liyue Harbor.

Softly brushing heir hands against the blue ribbon, they lightly tugged at it, pulling it apart and wrapping it around their wrist.

Opening the box, they were met with an adorable little plush, blue hair in messy waves, red eyes peeking out from a mask, and sharp, toothy grin visible from its right side.

"How adorable," they said. "It's a little you!"

A note, familiar rushed handwriting scibbled in dark ink.

'For you, my dear. Press on the hand, you'll find a surprise. —Il Dottore.'

A chuckle left their lips, and doing as the note said, they gently pressed on the gloved hand of the Dottore plush.

"...Is this working?" They could hear his voice echo from the plush. "Hmm, it seems to be functional."

A cough echoed, and a manical laugh followed.

"Ah, my dear! It seems that another one of my experiments have worked, yet again!" Another cough, and Dottore's voice turned softer, a tone he'd only use around Y/n. "How are you faring in the land of the Geo Archon? Has Tartaglia troubled you at all?"

Y/n chuckled. Of course, the first thing he would do is ask how they are. Dottore had always been protective, especially around the ginger Harbinger.

"...No matter, you can always send me a letter back. This is a mere recording, after all. It has been torterous long weeks since I've seen you. It's agitating, really. I find my subordinates more incompetent, and days grow longer. How much longer do you have to be so far for? I've spent my remaining time tinkering with this device. But, it seemed like a mere recording box was a bit too little. So, I ordered one of the Snezhnayan toymakers to create this...plush of me. I paid them a more than fair amount, worry not. I've put the recording inside, hoping you'll have something of me during your remaining time in Liyue."

A long pause followed after, and Y/n assumed the recording had finished.

"...Come back as soon as you can and safely. Please."

It was quiet, lower than a whisper, and Y/n could sense the slight desperation in his voice. Sure, they had sent messages back and forth, but they were so busy and the distance bewteen Snezhnaya and Liyue was not small, so it was no easy task.

Y/n smiled, knowing that Il Dottore truly did care for them.

"I should probably tell Tartaglia that if he keeps me here for longer, Dottore might kill him."

Or, perhaps they would keep that to themself, see what the ginger would do under the doctor's sharp glares.

making another fake game screenshots with identity v

“Even if I’m not physically there beside you, remember that big bro is always here to protect you”

“So tell me, how did it come to this? How are you any better?”

Inktober Day 5 - For this one I switched momentarily to the Arcana Inktober’s list by Sybilmarlowe and Oreyuki_sumiko (on Instagram) : “Drew your fav character with their Masquerade outfit” - couldn’t resist to that prompt ^^

Just a Little Bit of Cheering Up

I literally have 2 drafts in process right now, BUT SCREW THAT YOU NEED SOME CHEERING UP PRONTO! I hope you’re okay, and my DM is always open if you wanna talk!

Ship: Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Pretty sad at first

Category: Sad to Fluff

Being in a relationship with Hawks was amazing. However due to being the number 2 hero, he’s constantly busy. So the time you two share is something special, and you didn’t want to ruin it with your problems.

So you kept it hidden from him all week. Holding yourself together by mear strings, as more and more things pulled on and on. Hawks was on a mission tonight for the LOV so you could at least calm down before he gets back.

Entering your shared home, you made sure the lock was in place before you broke down. Everything from this week flooding over you as the dams behind your eyes opened. You sobed and cried, heart pouring out as much as your tears.

Your legs felt shaky, so you collapsed in your doorway. Your feet falling, just like how you were falling apart. Or at least you would have if not for a pair of strong arms. Hawks had caugh you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close.

‘Hey,’ he whispered, ‘it’s okay, I’m here now.’ His damp wings situated themselves around your frame, as he rubbed circles down your back. From the water droplets on his arms, it seems he had just gotten out of the shower. Hearing your crying and rushing to help you.

Institutionally, you clinged to your boyfriend. You didn’t want to bother him, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from him. All you wanted was someone to be with you right now, and it seemed fate decided that Hawks was the best option.

Short and sweet sentences spilled from his slips, anything to get you to clam down and feel better, ‘shhh’ ‘aww my little dove’ ‘let it all out’ ‘it’s okay’ ‘I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall’

The falling feeling is replaced as he picks your frame up, and taking you to the couch.

‘Be gentle with yourself okay?’ He said as he attempted to kiss away some of the tears.

Spreading his wigs, Kei sat down, maneuvering you onto his chest. ‘Just breath, nothing can get you as long as I’m here.’ He whispered as bold red wings incased your crying frame.

‘Hey, why don’t I tell you a story to cheer you up?’

He new not to ask you what was wrong, once you were ready to talk about it, you would. He would listen with open ears, but for now, all he wanted was that beautiful smile to return to your face.

‘Once Upon a time, there lived a handsom, wonderful, and very dashing prince. Did I mention he was handsome?’ You could feel individual feathers leave your boyfriend, one dimming the lights so it wouldn’t hurt your puffy eyes.

You’re attention shifted, his voice always had a calming affect on you. It was also pretty cute how he narcissistically boated his ego (of course you knew he was doing it to get you to smile).

‘Now this prince was loved throughout the land. However they only knew what he wanted them to. No one ever tried looking past it. Except for a neighboring princess.’ One of the feathers returned with a soft blanket, draping it over your calmer frame.

‘She was beautiful, adventurous, but she let her troubles build up. Her beautiful face would become stained with her tears, and this broke the handsome princes heart.’ You could easily tell what your boyfriend was doing, especially after every sentence he placed a small kiss on you.

‘So the prince devised a plan. He would woo the lovely dove, help her threw anything that troubled her, and while he did this, he would work on a surprise.’ The mention of a suprise intrigued you, but you decided to keep silent.

A few more feathers left, flying behind the two of you. ‘He would stay by her side, talking to her, telling wounderful stories of his adventures. He saw the way the light returned to her eyes, and that’s when he was sure of his dessition.’

A little gift bag flew in, feathers dropping it between the two of you. ‘The generous prince decided the princess needed a break from her royal duties. So he called up the royal... ummmmm boss? And told them that she’d be taking the next week off, and accompanying the prince to...’

Curiously you ripped open the little bag, digging through, and pulling out multiple postcards from all around the world.

‘You’ll need to pack light though, I can only carry so much for such long distances.’ He smiled, one that reached his loving eyes. ‘You make me smile everyday, so I want to be able to make you smile in return.’

You pulled him into a closer hug, more tears escaping your beautiful eyes. These ones however were joyful, your previous ones long forgotten. ‘When did you have time to do all this?!’

One hand left your back as he rubbed his neck. ‘It was a little last minute, I was going to suprise you next week, so I finished everything up as we were talking’

‘You’re truly amazing!’ You laughed, his hands returning to rub small circles.

Keigo could feel his heart swell. You’re adorable laugh better then any song or melody ‘I think you mean amazingly lucky. For I was fortunate enough to meet someone as wonderful and loving as you.’

He pulled your face up to his, ‘but seriously, don’t bottle it all up. I’m always here for you, don’t forget that okay. We can tackle anything together, that includes anything going up in there!’ And to ununciate his point, he poked the skin of your forehead.