GHØST

!! COMMISSIONS CURRENTLY OPEN !!

Hello! I’m known as Ghxst or Ray, and I’ve decided to open up writing commissions! I’m willing to write anything from fanfiction to drabbles to even short novellas, given that I have enough material of course.

CONDITIONS:

I will not tolerate any form of harassment towards me or any other minority group. You will be blocked.

I do not appreciate feeling rushed or burnt out, so please do not rush me. I am open to deadlines being decided.

I am a full time uni student so my replies may be late, please be patient with me!

I will not write anything to do with vore, non consensual, incestuous and underage explicit content, including some k!nks.

I also will not write fanfic featuring irl people.

I have a right to refuse a commission, even if it aligns with my conditions.

By filling in a commission form, you agree to all of the above.

COMMISSION FORM HERE !!

As for EXAMPLES, I have:

Approx 1k examples on my tumblr page

2.1k example here

3.6k example here

FANDOMS I will write for are, but not limited to:

Hoyoverse - Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail mainly

Anime - JJK, One Piece, MHA, Umamasume, Chainsaw Man, Haikyuu, AOT, Demon Slayer (more upon request!)

The Amazing Digital Circus

The Riordanverse

The Owl House, Amphibia or Gravity Falls

The MCU - specifically Spiderverse

ATLA - aged up ofc

She-Ra

Miraculous - also aged up

Any original content!!

I might NOT write for:

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel - this is a maybe

Harry Potter - begrudgingly because I do not support JK Rowling

MCYT - this is highly dependent on what you ask me

Any franchise I do not know that well

As for how commissions work:

Fill out a form and I will get back to you at my own convenience through the contact you supply (email, Discord, Instagram, Tumblr etc.)

We will discuss the details of your commission - worldbuilding, characters, plot

I will provide you with a sample drabble (approx 200 to 500 words)

Payment is dealt when you are satisfied with and then I will take about a week per 1k words before sending the final product

If you wish to know more, DM or email me for further info!!

Are we interested in that??

tags: oneshot, implied explicit content, making out, it escalates, post season 2, cait traces vi's tattoos, in yuri we trust, idk what else to add tbh word count: 1.6k

It had been quite some time since the Great Arcane war between Piltover and Noxus. Somehow, life had never been the same since then. Especially not for Caitlyn. After her hasty promotion to Sheriff then General, and everything that happened in the war, it seemed that now changed Council had opted to keep Caitlyn in her current position. It suited her just fine actually. She could have a positive impact on the way that crime in Piltover and even Zaun was handled. Especially now that the war was over and she could correct the wrongs she’d committed. 

And then there was Vi, Caitlyn’s girlfriend. Unruly pink hair and powder blue eyes, and the inked smoke and cogs that covered her back and arms. Nothing had truly been the same between them, not that Vi and Caitlyn had become a committed relationship. It was nice to have someone that had been with her for most of the war. Someone who understood everything that the two of them had been through. 

Unable to concentrate on the work she’d been swamped with, Caitlyn sighed sharply and stood from her desk. She glanced around the office for a moment, before deciding she needed some fresh air. And probably her girlfriend too. When Caitlyn crossed out into the main hall, she could feel herself physically relax as her eyes fell on the Zaunite fighter. 

Vi was seated on the couch in front of the coffee table looking over something, and seeming somewhat out of place in comparison to the decor all around them. Caitlyn smiled at the thought as she made her way over, greeting her girlfriend with a soft kiss. Vi smiled into it as Caitlyn pulled back, her eyes scanning the general’s angular faces.

“Finally out of your office, huh? Feels like you’re in there for hours.” Vi teased lightly.

In response, Caitlyn shrugged. “Needed some air. And to see you too.”

A bashful smile crossed Vi’s lips as she scoffed lightly. “When don’t you?” She teased again, leaning against Caitlyn’s side as she intertwined their hands together.

A momentary silence passed in between them, the two women seated comfortably together. The only sound was the light pattering of rain on the roof of the house. 

Then Caitlyn spoke, a hint of hesitation in her voice. “I… miss you, Violet.” She admitted quietly, her voice threatening to break.

Vi’s eyebrows creased as she sat back up. “Miss me? I don’t leave the house that often, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn shook her head, turning to face her lover as she glanced down at Vi’s hands in her own. “No, not like that. I just… We haven’t had much time to ourselves recently.” 

Realisation crossed Vi’s eyes before she also glanced down at their intertwined hands. Caitlyn was right. Because of her workload and Vi’s own in the renewal of the undercity, neither of them had really had time together, often too tired to make an effort larger than just falling asleep in each other’s arms or hasty kisses. So she decided to change that.

“Let’s make that time then.” She offered simply, bringing a hand to the back of Caitlyn’s neck and pulling her girlfriend into a kiss roughly.

Caitlyn didn’t take a long time to reciprocate, automatically kissing back as she closed her uncovered eye. Hands started to wander one another, slipping under clothing, gliding across bare skin as the two fell further and further into the heat of the moment. Sharp gasps and soft panting echoed around the room, before Vi pulled back. “I don’t know how I feel about making out in here.” She joked lightly, easily making Caitlyn smile.

The blue-haired woman glanced around, before standing and offering a hand to Vi. “Let’s head to my room then.”

Vi didn’t hesitate in taking it as the two of them made their way there, the distance seeming longer than it was before Caitlyn tugged Vi closer to her, crossing into the room. The door clicked shut behind them, and Caitlyn had barely enough time to process before Vi was kissing her again. It felt deeper, more insistent. With slow, deliberate steps, Vi led Caitlyn to her bed. Caitlyn pulled away at the feeling of her jacket being peeled off of her body, meeting Vi’s eyes as the Zaunite simply responded with: “Too many layers.” before she dipped down to Caitlyn’s neck. 

Caitlyn tried to suppress a shiver when the cool air hit her skin, her breathing hitching as Vi took advantage of the exposed skin at her lover’s neck. Teeth and tongue grazed against pale, unmarked skin as the rain continued to fall against the windows around them. With Caitlyn’s hands on Vi’s shoulders, pressing lightly against taut muscle, they eventually stumbled their way to Caitlyn’s canopy bed, with Vi pushing Caitlyn against the bedframe. Not a second was wasted when Vi took her place in front of Caitlyn, trapping her there. 

When they finally pulled away from each other, Caitlyn’s hands drifted down from Vi’s shoulders to her waist, eyes tracing the lines of the inked skin. Vi watched curiously as Caitlyn’s fingers grazed across the markings on her skin. Cogs and gears, shadows and smoke. Caitlyn was clearly intrigued, Vi realised, as she searched her features for what the bluenette was thinking through half-lidded eyes.

“What are you thinking, Cait?” She spoke into the space, letting out a shaky breath. Caitlyn didn’t respond, only bending down to place a warm kiss on the junction between Vi’s neck and shoulders, eliciting a soft whimper from the Zaunite that sent heat curling through her stomach.

“Your tattoos are gorgeous.” She mused softly, her fingers tracing slow circles over the dark lines that littered her lover.

Vi let out a soft exhale, her eyes flicking up to Caitlyn’s own. “Yeah?” 

Caitlyn nodded, something unreadable in her eyes, before she flipped them around gracefully. It took a moment to understand what was happening, as Caitlyn gently sank to her knees, and pulled at the Zaunite to sit in front of her, pressing a tender kiss to Vi’s unfortunately clothed inner thighs. Suddenly, the air felt a lot more humid, and a lot thicker, as if a single word would shatter the tension around them. Vi didn’t dare speak as Caitlyn placed her slender hands on Vi’s thighs, leaving them there. The rain still drummed on outside. An unspoken agreement and a mutual understanding. 

tags: oneshot, domestic arc, post-season 2, cait and vi talk, very soft and homely, i felt lonely writing this, we love yuri, vi's the equivalent of that one lego batman gif art credit: CharlesleeArt on insta word count: <1k

Scattered sheets of documents and letters fluttered to the floor when Vi sat on the sofa. She let out a soft huff and wrapped up her bare hands again, blowing her pink fringe out of her face. The bloodied nature of her knuckles had gone down thankfully, especially after she’d had the padding changed in her gauntlets. It still bruised up her hands though. 

She looked up when Caitlyn walked in, a tray with tea in her well-manicured hands. The indigo-haired sheriff placed down the over-decorated tray, taking a seat next to Vi with a gentle smile. “Your hands aren’t too bruised, are they?” 

Vi nodded, bringing a hand to caress Caitlyn’s cheek. “Yeah. Just peachy."

Cait scoffed, taking Vi’s hand mid-movement, before she planted a soft, fleeting kiss to Vi’s forehead. “Good.”

Too fleeting in Vi’s opinion. As soon as it had happened, the moment seemed to dissipate, as Cait caught sight of the documents on the table. “Right. Today’s report.” She mentioned seriously, picking a few of them up and looking over the documents. 

Vi picked up her teacup, before noticing with a surge of fondness that it was coffee in the cup instead. Black, with two sugar cubes floating on the top. Cait had remembered. Vi watched as the sheriff began to read through the reports that had sat on the table waiting for them, her thoughts getting caught up by the sound of Caitlyn’s voice. The way that the other woman carried herself had Vi almost entranced by it, like a firelight to a flame. She ran her thumb over the rim of her cup in tandem to the rhythm of Caitlyn’s speech. 

To the rhythm of the authority with which she spoke, the small squint in her uncovered eye, the sharp curve of her eyebrows as she frowned, every little detail had Vi utterly transfixed. Everything felt like it was so simple around her. As if things were bound to end well when the two of them were together. Vi’s fingers tightened around her cup when Cait turned to her. 

“What do you think, Vi?” She asked, her slight accent puncturing through Vi’s thoughts. 

Vi shook her head. “Y-Yeah. Sounds good to me.” She waved dismissively, taking a quick sip of her coffee to distract herself. 

Cait frowned slightly, putting down the report and placing a hand on Vi’s thigh. “Is everything okay?”

Vi lowered her cup, placing a hand on Cait’s own as she rubbed her thumb against the back of it. “Yeah. Just- maybe we should spend tonight thinking about anything but our duty, y’know? Maybe just stop being enforcers for one night.” 

Caitlyn glanced at the papers on the tea table, before she sighed and took her own cup. Earl Gray with one spoonful of sugar, Vi remembered as she watched. 

When the sheriff cradled her cup in her hands, she sighed in content. “I suppose we could, considering how hard we’ve been working lately.” 

Vi blinked in surprise. “You’re agreeing with me?” 

Cait chuckled as she took a sip of her tea. “I’m agreeing with you.” She echoed with a nod. “We deserve a night to ourselves.”

Despite her casual attitude, Vi was very sure that her heartbeat had picked up in that moment as she smiled, downing the rest of the coffee in her cup. It burned down her throat pleasantly, the bitter taste still on her tongue. 

“No thinking about work tonight, okay cupcake?” She poked her lover teasingly. 

Caitlyn flinched, and it wasn’t long until she’d Vi’s hand twisted in hers, making the pit fighter literally tap out on the couch with a smug grin. “No promises.”

Vi winced slightly as she took back her hand. “Dirty move, sheriff.” She pouted exaggeratedly.

Cait just stuck out her tongue at Vi, but both of them were smiling nonetheless. Then Vi tried again. “Come on. Indulge a bit. Surely you’ve wanted to have a quiet moment like this for a while now.” 

Caitlyn took a sip from her cup, looking out of the floor to ceiling window in front of them, admiring the view of the garden outside. “Yes, I have missed this.” She replied simply, before turning back to Vi with a warm smile, her hand squeezing Vi’s comforting and warm.

Vi could feel her insides catch on fire when she squeezed it back, the warmth of the fire wafting around the room. For once, the city could wait for them.

tags: oneshot, soft angst, a late night conversation, jayvik doing their thing, viktor feels like he's being left behind, jayve tries to assure him, pre-season 2 events, approx ep 5 maybe, doomed yaoi themes word count: 1.1k

The halls were quiet, humming with gentle activity as Councillor Talis walked down them. He rubbed warily at his eyes with a yawn. Nothing else seemed to call him but the feeling of flopping into the plush pillows of his room and letting himself succumb to sleep. Unfortunately, many long hallways stood in his way. Jayce groaned at the thought, blinking slowly when he turned a corner.

His footsteps echoed on the floor, thankfully not enough to disrupt the softness of the night. Rain drummed pleasantly on the roof above. Each room he passed was silent, and clearly locked, the only light being the flashlight that Jayce carried himself. The longer he walked, the more the councillor cursed the architecture of the Piltover Council building. It was so grand and tall, it took almost twenty minutes to get from one place to another. What a drag.

Then Jayce’s thoughts halted, the man mid-yawn. He raised an eyebrow, noticing the blue light that seemed to stream through the doors of his lab. The sound of scratching against paper, and the quiet whir of the Hexcore, sounds that Jayce had gotten used to. He frowned. “Viktor’s still working?” Jayce was dimly aware of the moonlight that shone through the windows as he checked his watch. His frown deepened. “This late?”

The sight of their lab was improper, the councillor could admit that. Papers scattered everywhere, materials skewed over desktops waiting to be used, and the stacks upon stacks of blueprints. But this time, Viktor sat right in the centre. Even from behind, Jayce could tell something was up. The other man was hunched over the desk, one hand on his face as he stared blankly at the thrumming energy of the Hexcore. It seemed to hiss when Jayce entered the room, keys tinkling in greeting. Viktor didn’t even acknowledge his presence either. It felt as if he was unwelcome, but in their own lab?

Jayce cleared his throat as he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. “You’re aware it’s almost one in the morning, right?” He asked, attempting for humour, but the lack of response made Jayce regret it immediately. 

Viktor sighed, turning to his partner. “I’m busy, Jayce. Sleep can wait.” 

Jayce flinched. Viktor looked sickly. His face was gaunt and eyebags deeper than usual. The other man’s wiry brown curls were unkept, falling over his forehead lazily. Protectiveness flared in Jayce’s mind, bright and hot. 

“Viktor,” he began, but was quickly cut off. 

“Before you chastise me, take a look at my calculations.” Viktor told him, pushing over the papers on the desk. 

Jayce hesitated, but took them anyway, his concerned eyes shifting over them briefly. He knew this sheet of paper. Scribbled runes and his own writing, but Viktor had made edits. Now there were newer runes and some of Jayce’s own notes had been dashed and written over. The ink bled through the page, the bitter smell almost feeling foreign to Jayce now. He traced over a line of sentences, like a string of thoughts that would come together and form a tapestry. A tapestry that worried Jayce. 

“Right.” He mused, before handing back the sheet to Viktor. “You seem like you’ve been hard at work.” 

Viktor ignored him. “The Hexcore’s rune matrix is complex. We know that much. However, I believe that there’s something we haven’t been considering about how it works.” 

Jayce sat by his partner, knowing that his worry was painted all over his face. “Go on.” 

“Perhaps we haven’t been looking at it as it is.” Viktor continued, though Jayce could see the tired shadows that danced in his eyes. “It’s a force of nature, a creature even. It responds to the stimuli like we do, with a varying degree of responses too.”

A heavy silence hung over the two of them, the hum of the Hexcore almost thickening it further. 

Jayce let out a quick sharp. “What are you suggesting?” 

Viktor paused, then leaned back in his seat. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “But I believe that this will be monumental in helping us to use the Arcane for the benefit of our people.” 

Another short silence. 

Viktor turned to face Jayce. “I just don’t know how.”

Jayce nodded, feeling a pang of guilt bloom in his chest as he glanced over the scattered sheets of paper. Their combined notes, but the more that Jayce looked over them, the more he noticed the lack of his own writing.

“You can see what I’m explaining, right, Jayce?” Viktor asked, his voice heavy and filled with exhaustion. 

Jayce rubbed at his temples before responding. “I think I see it.” Then he glanced at Viktor. “But you need to take a break. You look like death right now.” 

Viktor tutted. “And? Progress waits for no man, you know this as well as I.”

“Progress can wait for a restful night.” Jayce countered. 

“Maybe for you.” Viktor scowled, though his expression morphed into one of fatigue just as quick. “I can’t wait around for progress.”

Jayce suddenly realised his throat felt like it had been clogged by all the things he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Viktor that this was reckless, that he needed to rest. It was tearing him up from the inside. 

But both men knew that Viktor didn’t have as long as they would have liked. 

With a sigh of surrender, Jayce stood, patting Viktor on the shoulder. “Of course. I’m… sorry I pushed you like that.” He hesitated. “But please get some rest Viktor. Even if that’s sleeping here, you need it.” 

Viktor was silent, his eyes unmoving. Jayce took that as a response and walked back over to a cabinet in the corner of the room. He then returned to Viktor’s side with a blanket, unfolding it and draping it around his partner’s shoulders. Viktor didn’t say anything as he did, but he made no move to shrug it off or pull it closer. 

Jayce turned to go for the door, pulling it open. The sound of Viktor’s pen scratching against the paper quietly echoed around the lab again. The councillor didn’t know why he waited, or what he was waiting for. 

He cleared his throat. “Goodnight, Viktor.” 

A pause in his writing. 

“Goodnight, Jayce.” 

The door shut behind him.

tags: oneshot, heavily romantically implied, abstragedy is peak, yuri in it's finest form, zooble comforts gangle again after spudsy's, the two of them share a moment, live laugh love yuri word count: <1k

Zooble had walked at least five laps around the entire circus at this point, turning left and right, looking up and down, but no one had seemed to know where Gangle was. Not Pomni, not Kinger, or Ragatha or even Jax for that matter. And god forbid Zooble asked Caine where Gangle was, because that would only end in disaster anyway. So, they looked in the last spot they hadn’t: Gangle’s room. 

It felt somewhat obvious, but Zooble just wanted to be sure before coming to the obvious place. Or at least that’s what she told herself. 

With a tentative knock of her plastic detachable arm, Zooble spoke. “Hey Gangle? Are you in there?”

A shuffling noise came from inside the room before the door handle twisted and opened, Gangle coming into view. Her broken comedy mask was in her ribbon hands, and Zooble immediately felt a pang of sympathy. 

When Gangle spoke, her voice shook, the tears of her tragedy mask as blue as ever. “I… just didn’t feel like coming out of my room today.” She admitted with a sniffle. 

Zooble considered her words carefully, before she nodded. “Can I come in?”

Gangle paused, then nodded and pushed the door open wider, letting Zooble walk in. 

When she entered, Zooble automatically noticed the colour palette of Gangle’s room. Red, black and often very dark brown. The bed in the centre of the room had neat red sheets, surrounded by walls of Gangle’s comedy mask. However, each one seemed to have some form of tear on it, or was just completely split in half. 

When Gangle closed the door, she put down her comedy mask on a nearby vanity, ribbons shaking slightly. Zooble noticed but said nothing.  Gangle turned. “Did you… Did you need anything, Zooble?” 

The abstract character shook their head. “Nah. Just wanted to know where you were.” 

Gangle sniffled, but came over to Zooble this time, sitting next to them on the bed. The quiet hum of the circus continued around them, almost like white noise as the two characters stayed by each other’s side. A silence passed, but not awkward or uncomfortable. Then Gangle spoke. 

“I stayed in my room this morning… because I didn’t want to face the others…” She admitted softly, curling her ribbons up to her mask like she was pulling her knees to her chest. “Especially Jax.”

Zooble winced at the sound of Gangle’s voice cracking slightly, threatening to break like an overflowing dam. When was it never Jax at this point? 

They sighed sharply, before turning to Gangle. “Is this about what happened after Spudsy’s?” Zooble asked carefully, trying to keep her voice as level as possible. 

Gangle nodded, once. “Yeah.” 

Zooble thought to herself for a moment, wondering how to go about this. 

“You’re still a bit bent up about that mask not working, huh?” 

Gangle nodded again. 

“For what it’s worth,” Zooble started, looking around the room again. “I personally like being around you no matter what mask you’re wearing.” 

Gangle looked at Zooble, a bit confused. “Even my tragedy mask?” 

Zooble nodded. “Even your tragedy mask. None of it takes away from the fact that it’s you.” 

Carefully, Zooble leant forward slightly, using the pointed arm they’d chosen for today to brush away at a tear on Gangle’s tragedy mask, watching as a second one beaded. They let out a small helpless chuckle when it formed again. At least Gangle was smiling at them now. That’s what mattered in the long run. That’s what mattered to Zooble. 

Gangle let out her own sigh, leaning against Zooble’s side. “I’m glad to call you my friend, Zooble.” 

Zooble nodded, slinging her other arm around Gangle’s waist - or at least where it would be - as Zooble gently pulled her into a half-hug. “I’m glad to call you my friend too. Just promise me one thing.”

Gangle turned to look at her. “Yeah?” 

Zooble tapped the forehead of Gangle’s mask endearingly. “Don’t forget that you’ve always got me.” They paused. “And Kinger, and Ragatha, even Pomni.” Zooble quickly tacked on.

Gangle laughed at this, a proper laugh, and Zooble knew in that moment that if they had a mouth, it would be in a wide smile. 

“You’re not alone in this, Ribbons. You got that?” Zooble reminded her. 

Gangle nodded, her tears shrinking, slowly but surely. “Yeah. I’ve got it.” 

Zooble made a sound of satisfaction, before leaning back. “Good.”

tags: oneshot, heavily romantically implied argenthill, possibly unrequited argenthill, set in penacony, takes place during the penacony storyline, a "friendly" game of pool ends in argenti questioning everything and begging mercy from idrilla, boothill remains oblivious word count: <1k

It had been hours. Game after game, multiple rounds, but to say he was tired was a lie, and Argenti was above lying about such trivial matters. Boothill pulled the shaft between his robotic fingers, dragging it slowly and measured before striking it against the white cue ball. It hit the rack with a loud ‘clack’, sending all the brightly coloured balls to roll off in different directions, some agonizingly close to a few pockets. Boothill then stood and turned to Argenti, a wide grin across his face.  “How’s that for a starting shot, ay ‘Genti?” He teased lightly, passing off the cue stick to the Knight.  Argenti took it with a slight scoff. “Just like the last five starting shots.” He replied, before dragging his fingers across the shaft of the cue stick. “Surprisingly strategic.”  The smirk slid off of Boothill’s face at this. “Oi, whaddya mean ‘surprisingly’ strategic?” He called out the knight, almost interrogatively. Argenti paid him no mind for the moment, lining up his own shot at the cue ball as he leaned over the edge of the table. Although it had been painstakingly long since he’d scored a win against Boothill, it wouldn’t have been very fair of him to pull out now. And Argenti was definitely not one to go down without a fight. With another sharp crack, Argenti slammed the tip of the stick into the cue ball, watching hopefully as it bounced against a few of the other coloured balls on the table, before hitting a dark green ball into a pocket on the side of the table.  Boothill whistled appreciatively behind him. “Nice shot.” He praised lightly, though those two words were enough to make Argenti’s heart swell with pride. “Thank you, Boothill.” He nodded to the man, before handing him the cue stick. “I’m hopeful to win this game after your streak.” Boothill barked out a laugh at this. “Well, you’ll have to try harder than this, my friend.”  Argenti met his gaze with a smile. “I look forward to it.”|And so the challenge had begun. 

A couple of shots and gradually filling up pockets later, there was only the cue ball and three other pool balls left now. Boothill and Argenti stood side by side as Argenti turned to him with a smile, passing over the cue stick once again. “I believe that puts me ahead of you by ten points, correct?” 

Boothill grumbled to himself, snatching the cue stick as he muttered under his breath. “By six points. Where the fork did you get ten from?” He muttered. 

Argenti laughed good-naturedly, as he walked over to a pocket and pulled out a violet pool ball. The number ‘4’ was printed onto it, the black text in the centre of the white circle. “When I hit this in.” He pointed out. “Did you not notice, my silver cowboy?” 

Boothill let out a sharp sigh. “Right. When you did that.” 

Cockiness bloomed in Argenti’s head. Unbecoming of a Knight of Beauty of course, he knew, but with Boothill’s sour attitude at losing and not by a close margin, he couldn’t help but let his pride cloud his mind slightly. After all, it was just a pleasant game between friends. It wasn’t as if either of their lives were at stake like they usually were in either’s line of work. 

He let Boothill stomp past him with a muffled chuckle, the silver cowboy’s dissatisfaction amusing. That was until Boothill dragged the cue stick and leaned at almost a ninety degree angle in front of him, over the table once again. 

Argenti’s mind felt like it had stalled for a moment, purely stunned at the provocative position that Boothill had just put himself in. Was he aware? As likely as it sounded, he looked very concentrated on the cue ball, as if he hadn’t noticed. With how loud Argenti’s heart seemed to be drumming in his ears right now, it seemed like it should have caught the Galaxy Ranger’s attention at least. 

Argenti hesitated, but cleared his throat regardless. “Boothill-” 

He was quickly cut off. “Quit your yappin’ for a sec, ‘Genti. I’m busy right now.” Boothill hissed lightly, his steely grey eyes squinting at the cue ball as if shooting at it with his eyes. 

Argenti let out a shaky exhale, praying to Idrilla that his inaction wasn’t too obvious. “Right. My sincere apologies.” 

A silence. A silence that felt way too long. And then finally, Boothill hit the cue ball. It ricochetted off off two of the remaining balls, hitting them both in separate pockets and the cue ball itself hitting the last one into a pocket directly opposite. The sound of resin clacking together came to a shattering silence as Boothill stood upright, spinning the cue stick in his hand like he would his pistol. 

“And that’s Boothill, Galaxy Ranger for another win in the bag.” He grinned at Argenti. “Better pick up your jaw off of the floor, Knight of Beauty.” He gloated with no remorse, shark-like teeth shining in the lamp light. 

Argenti sighed, trying to bring his breathing under control as he slowly applauded his companion. “Yes, yes, well done, my friend.” He then took the cue stick back, pulling out the triangular rack from the compartment below the table. “Are you willing to go for another round?”

tags: oneshot, heavily romantically implied kavetham, set in neo-inazuma, takes place during the progenitor storyline, alhaitham calms kaveh down after one of his ships is obliterated and promises to help fix it word count: <1k

No one dared to go into the loading bay. Anyone who tried to get close would get something thrown at them for sure. Sounds of grumbling and general frustration echoed around the tech filled room, followed by the occasional laugh of frustration. And who else would it be aside from Kaveh? The mechanist ran a frustrated hand through his blonde hair, the gas mask he wore fogging up as he scowled at the mangled ship that sat, practically falling apart in front of him. “At the bottom of the sea.” He echoed Ei’s words from earlier, his scowl deepening at the nonchalance of her and the Nomad, RS-03. “At the bottom of the sea!” He yelled again, grabbing a circular thruster stabilizer and pegging it across the room. However, what Kaveh had not realised is that one specific member of the rebellion’s group had completely disregarded every warning he’d been given about entering the loading bay. Alhaitham caught the stabilizer in front of his face, before it managed to hit the face-shield he had on as a part of his uniform. That familiar black body suit and emerald green and gold designs. A bit too tight for practicality sake, but Kaveh had a feeling it was purposeful. He faltered for a moment, before straightening himself up and crossing his arms, as if he hadn’t just had an outburst fuelled by anger. “You’re late.” He hissed, scowling at his accomplice.  Alhaitham met his gaze with those cerulean blue eyes, unwavering. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” As much as he wanted to argue, Kaveh knew it would be redundant, especially against Alhaitham of all people. 

With a scoff and an eyeroll, Kaveh gestured to the busted ship. “Look at it. My baby, all fallen apart and crumbled to pieces.” Alhaitham raised an eyebrow as he walked over, diagnostics appearing on his face shield. “Where’s the rest of it?” He asked bluntly. Kaveh could feel his shoulders shaking at that. “The rest of it, huh?” He echoed, with barely composed anger as he smiled at Alhaitham. “At the bottom of the sea!”  Despite Kaveh’s bubbling frustration, Alhaitham just raised an eyebrow. “Ei said that?” “Yeah! How reckless is that?!” Kaveh responded incredulously, before bunching up his hair in his fists and groaning. “They never come back in one piece, I swear to the Archons.” He continued to complain, going off on an angry rant about his tech and how it always ended up destroyed. “They have no regard for anything I create! It’s always scratched up, or something’s faulty, or broken, or they come back like this-!” He gestured to the ship again, just as the left wing fell to the floor with a deafening mechanical thud. “Almost as if they have to destroy everything that gets taken out!”  Alhaitham just watched for a moment, then let out a sigh and raised a black gloved hand. “Kaveh, stop. Take a breath.” He said simply. And that’s all it took. Kaveh glanced at him, and also took a breath, as he watched Alhaitham walk closer to him with a calm aura that radiated off of his accomplice in waves. Alhaitham continued. “You know tech gets destroyed all the time here in Neo-Inazuma.” “Well, yes, obviously but-” “Let me finish.” Kaveh closed his mouth.  “When we give our cause to the rebellion, you need to expect that things will come back broken.” He started. “Ei, the Nomad, RS-02, everyone out there on the field is giving up their lives each time they walk out of this loading bay.” Alhaitham’s tone softened. “The least we can do is give them some grace.” Then he looked back at the ship, moving past Kaveh. “Is there a great deal of major damage?” Kaveh scoffed, crossing his arms over his glowing chest-tank. “Without or without the missing side?” Alhaitham stepped back. “Sass like that won’t get you help.” He countered effortlessly, those gorgeous eyes looking back towards Kaveh. The blonde stuttered for a second, caught off guard before he let out a sigh. “Okay yes, it’s mainly just fried wiring and structural integrity. The hull is dented too, but all the crucial components are stable and in working condition.” He paused, before tacking on a “surprisingly.” Alhaitham nodded, stepped back and turned to Kaveh. “Great. We can replace what’s unsalvageable and then improve the design for later use.” He explained. If only it were that simple. Kaveh let out another aggravated sigh, his mask fogging up yet again. “You make it sound so easy, Alhaitham. I can’t imagine getting this done in - what? - a day’s time?” The other engineer came over, deactivating his face shield and taking Kaveh’s face in his hand. “Hey. You’re more capable than you know.” He then pressed a quick kiss to the engineer’s forehead. “Now just act like it.” Kaveh deadpanned. Backhanded compliment much? “Okay, fine. Clearly you won’t be convinced.” He reluctantly gave in, taking back the stabilizer that Alhaitham had caught earlier. “Let’s get to work then.”

art credit: @Moyo on pixiv tags: oneshot, hurt/comfort, angst, romantic mozeqiu, romance, set in xianzhou luofu, takes place after 2.5 story, jiaoqiu feels insecure ab his lack of sight, moze comforts him, feixiao is feixiao, if you squint it's an implied ot3 word count: 1.1k

The house was buzzing with the energy of the early evening, soft lamplight warming the atmosphere. Tonight however, seemed particularly chaotic as Feixiao darted from hallway to hallway, preparing herself to go out for the evening. She streaked past the doorway, as Jiaoqiu stood in the central room and Moze stood against the wall nearby. 

“She seems very active.” Jiaoqiu clicked his tongue, listening to Feixiao’s active footsteps. His ear flicked back to where he thought Moze was when the other man replied. 

“She’s got a meeting with General Jing Yuan at the Xianzhou Luofu.” He explained simply, before Jiaoqiu heard his footsteps draw nearer. Moze had come to stand beside him. 

Jiaoqiu frowned. “Now? Isn’t it nearing the later hours of the day?”

Moze hummed in affirmation as Feixiao brisk footsteps entered the room once again. Her various jacket details clinked and hit each other, and Jiaoqiu could imagine her shrugging it on. 

“Sorry about the timing. I know you had something planned.” She apologised to Jiaoqiu, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. 

Jiaoqiu nodded, lifting his own hand to reach out to her, but deciding against it and letting it drop to his side again. “It can wait.” 

Then Feixiao’s touch left him as she went speeding down the hallway again. “Moze? Have you seen my axe?”

Jiaoqiu jumped when Moze responded from right beside him. “It’s in the training room.” The assassin called out.

A pang of guilt zipped through Jiaoqiu. 

He tried to suppress it, straightening his posture out of habit. "Feixiao? Before you go, I prepared some food. You should take some before you go.” 

Jiaoqiu winced at the longing in his own voice. He sounded so needy, even to himself. It hurt even more when she replied. 

“Ah, my apologies. I really need to get going.” Feixiao said to him, and Jiaoqiu could feel her presence in front of him.

Her hand came to his face this time, as she pressed her forehead to his. “I’ll have some when I get home, okay?” 

And then her touch was gone, and so was she, the front door closing behind her.

After Feixiao left, Jiaoqiu relaxed into a seat, sighing as he did. It was quiet, but he knew Moze was still there. Standing in front of him, standing beside him, standing across the room, Jiaoqiu didn’t know.

He just knew that Moze was there. And that was enough. 

“I wish I could help like I used to.” Jiaoqiu stated simply, resting his hands in his lap. “Feixiao usually loves my cooking, but this time, she didn’t even touch it.” 

Moze didn’t move or reply. 

Jiaoqiu continued. “I get that she was in a rush but… I feel so useless. Forced to let you both do things on your own or for me. You both do so much for me now. A-And I wish there was a way to repay that where I didn’t need help from either of you.” He hesitated. “Am… Am I not good enough?”

The tears started before he could stop them. They streaked down his face, cool against the warmth of his skin. Jiaoqiu exhaled softly as he brought his hands up to wipe at his cheeks. But just as he did, Moze’s hand was on his face.

Jiaoqiu gasped almost inaudibly, surprised by the gesture. The Shadow Guard’s calloused touch was gentle, delicate even when he wiped away the tears, as if Jiaoqiu would shatter like glass under his touch. And just as it was there, it was gone. 

Moze stepped back, tapping his heels against the floor. Jiaoqiu knew it was for him.

“You do plenty for us every day, Jiaoqiu.” He replied simply, tone sincere. “Us helping is merely our way of repaying you for all that you do.” 

Jiaoqiu opened his mouth to protest, before closing it.

There was nothing he could say in this situation where he would get the final word. They were both aware of this. 

With another soft exhale, he held out his hands towards the sound of Moze’s voice. Silently, the other man moved forward, taking Jiaoqiu’s hands in his own with a reverence that the foxian had never expected. Especially not what followed. 

Moze’s lips grazed over Jiaoqiu’s knuckles before he pressed a kiss to the back of Jiaoqiu’s hand, lingering for a moment.

“I can’t force you to stop thinking in such a way.” He spoke, his breath splayed out on Jiaoqiu’s skin. “But Feixiao and I never think of you in such a way.” 

Then Moze’s hands moved from the medic’s hands to his face, gradual and gentle. He cupped Jiaoqiu’s now damp cheeks, continuing to brush at the tears there. 

“We both love you so much, Jiaoqiu.” Moze began, adoration laced in his voice. “You are so strong, both in spite of what you have faced and as a result. Please keep this in mind and if you ever feel like this again, tell us.” He instructed gently, his breath fanning out over Jiaoqiu’s lips now. 

All was quiet. Jiaoqiu moved his hands to Moze’s arms, willing himself to keep down his tears. Instead, he brought a hand to Moze’s neck. Fingers traced a path from the junction of Moze’s shoulder, to his jaw, and eventually to the arch of his lips. Jiaoqiu let out another soft exhale before he leant forward and pressed a fleeting but tender kiss to them. 

When he drew back, Jiaoqiu rested his forehead against Moze’s, their noses only just touching. “Thank you.” The foxian murmured. 

Moze didn’t move, didn’t have to. “Of course.” 

Then the door opened and scared the two of them out of their skin. “Hey-!” Feixiao greeted them quickly, supposedly coming through the door. Moze was up in an instant, making a move to walk towards her, but something made him stop. 

“I just wanted to say quickly,” She started, her voice angled towards Jiaoqiu. “I tried some of the hot pot you made earlier today.” 

Jiaoqiu perked up slightly at this. “You did?” 

“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you. It was delicious as always, Jiaoqiu. Thank you again.” She replied sheepishly, before closing the door and leaving again.

Once she left, the foxian allowed himself a slight laugh. “She couldn’t have just messaged us?”

When Moze spoke, Jiaoqiu could hear the smile in his voice. “She wanted to deliver that in person.”

Jiaoqiu smiled. 

“I guess she did.”

tags: oneshot, husbands cynari and their adopted daughter collei, implied romance, set in sumeru, takes place outside of story, tighnari and cyno reflect camping by a lakeside word count: >1k

Tighnari loved camping. It was truly one of his favourite things to do.

As a Forest Ranger, it felt like a practical but hobby-like application of the skills he’d learnt, so he made a point to do it often and today was no different.

He, Coleil and Cyno all sat around the blazing hearth he’d set up, chatting and laughing together as they talked about their respective days. However, as Coleil told Cyno what she and Tighnari had gotten up to that day, Tighnari couldn’t help but notice that the purple-clad General seemed a lot less talkative than usual, which wasn’t much anyway. 

“Oh! We should catch some fish to cook like we did last time!” Coleil suddenly declared, jumping up to her feet and looking at Tighnari excitedly.

“I can put those skills you taught me yesterday to practical use.” She beamed at him, and Tighnari couldn’t help but notice the pleasant warmth of pride that bloomed in his chest. 

“That’s a great idea.” He praised her, before pointing out the lower end of the lake that they had set up camp nearby. “Go try over there. The water looks deeper than here, so your likelihood of finding fish is higher.”

Coleil nodded, taking her equipment and hurrying over excitedly, green curls bouncing on her shoulders. “I’ll be back soon!” She promised them. 

Once she had left, Cyno sighed heavily, sitting down on the grass of the river bank that they had set up camp near, despite the seat that stood just to his right. A little strange, all things considered. Tighnari leaned over, concerned. “Cyno, are you alright? You seem more talkative and… tired than usual.”

Cyno was quiet for a moment. Pondering an answer likely. “I am. It feels like it has been quite some time since we’ve last done something like this.”

Well, there was no disputing that.

Putting down the makeshift spit skewer he’d made, Tighnari stood and walked over, before he sat down on the grass next to Cyno. “I’ve never seen you like this before.” 

Cyno glanced over at him curiously. “Like what?” 

“Well, you’re quiet and not very responsive tonight.” Tighnari pointed out gently, shuffling a bit closer to Cyno. “You haven’t even cracked a joke this evening.” 

Cyno turned to look at him, expression entirely serious as he said; “Some jokes are hard to lake.” 

A deafening silence. 

“Do you get the-“

“Yes, I get the joke, thank you, Cyno.” Tighnari responded, with slight irritation.

He loved Cyno with all his being but Archons, some of them were astoundingly bad.

In the meantime, Cyno had directed his attention to the dimming, evening sky. Tighnari followed his gaze, noticing the embers of their small fire rising into the star-scattered atmosphere, almost as if they were stars themself. Streaks of purple, lighter blue and dashes of pink ran through the sky like brush strokes, and the moon continued to shine as it always did, round and full. What a beautiful night. 

From beside him, Tighnari heard Cyno yawn, and was about to respond, until Cyno leant to his side and rested his head on Tighnari’s shoulder.

Huh?

“Cy… Cyno?” 

Cyno looked up at him. “Yes?”

Tighnari faltered, the words stuck in his mouth like sticky tree sap. Cyno seemed to understand just by watching him however, as he began to move away. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“N-No! I’m not uncomfortable!” Tighnari replied, a bit too quickly. He cleared his throat, mentally shaking himself off. “It’s just that… this is new. You’re usually not this affectionate.”

After being told this, Cyno leant back into Tighnari’s side, fully relaxing against the Forest Ranger. He didn’t respond for some time, his gaze trained on the reflection of the night sky in the lake. Tighnari followed his gaze, hoping that his heartbeat wasn’t too loud. It certainly felt like it, given how loudly it was pounding in his ears and the slight sway of his tail behind him. 

Cyno’s voice was quiet when he spoke again, his tone sincere. A contrast to his usual delivery. “I wanted to relax with you.”

Tighnari had to bite his tongue to keep from making any involuntary noises. This was rare, so rare, and he was definitely going to be thinking about this tomorrow morning. Cautiously, he lifted an arm, carefully resting it across Cyno’s shoulders, inwardly sighing with relief when the other didn’t flinch. 

“Okay.” He responded, giving Cyno a warm smile, as the two of them looked up at the night sky, watching the ashes float higher and higher, glowing like the stars in the sky. 

"I like the sound of that too.”

tags: oneshot, platonic phaidei, implied romance, set in amphoreus, takes place before current story, mydei and phainon talk sparring while walking through the mamoreal palace word count: 1.2k

Phainon walked casually alongside his greatest rival, Mydeimos of Castrum Kremnos, as the two of them patrolled around the city of Okhema, as per usual. Phainon felt the practically permanent smile etched into his cheeks, as he glanced over at Mydei, that look of light impatience on his face as he scolded Phainon for what felt like the millionth time. Some things never seemed to change.

Mydei let out a sharp sigh. “Deliverer, if you were to best me in combat, your stance and guard need drastic improvement. It is exceedingly easy for me to sweep you off of your feet and catch you unaware. This is not a favourable trait of a strong warrior.” He chastised the other Chrysos Heir. 

Phainon nodded, totally listening. “I hear you, Mydeimos. I assume that your eye for details such as this come from-”

“They come from my training as a warrior of Castrum Kremnos.” Mydei cut him off, which despite himself, Phainon found somewhat endearing.

The idea that he could predict Mydei’s words made his heart soar with pride. “When sparring with an opponent, it is crucial that you are to imagine yourself on the battlefield with them," Mydei continued, "regardless of who they are and what significance they have in your own life.”

The warrior's biting tone of his words not lost on Phainon, who sagged.

So that’s what this was about. “This is about our duel earlier today, isn’t it?” He pouted slightly. 

Mydei glanced over at him with a look of indignant concern on his face. “Did you not come to that conclusion when I began talking?” 

Phainon shook his head. “I thought you were just speaking generally.”

Mydei paused for a moment. “A fair assumption. You seem to display these traits I’m describing whenever you spar with me.” 

Phainon let out a rueful scoff. “Low blow, Mydei.” 

As they turned into a joint street of the Mamoreal Market, Phainon couldn’t help but get caught up in how Mydei presented himself. Incredibly different to how Phainon did, but as the Kremnoan prince rattled off more issues with Phainon’s sparring ability, Phainon lost himself in Mydei’s voice. Despite his grating tone, there was a degree of care in his voice. The slightest hint that he was insulting Phainon to better help him further down the road… No, that wasn’t quite right. Shaking himself out of it, Phainon interrupted. “Hey Mydei- Why don’t we… talk about something else for some time?” He suggested. “Let’s leave the sparring recommendations for later?”

Mydei glanced at him, hesitating briefly before giving in with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll critique your skill later.”

A slight silence passed between the two Chrysos Heirs. Then Phainon caught sight of a familiar white staircase.

“Oh! I hear the view of the markets is gorgeous from up here.” He turned to Mydei with a cheeky grin, who met his smile with an unimpressed frown. 

“We’re patrolling, not sightseeing, Deliverer.”

Phainon could practically hear his own eyes rolling. “Come on, Mydeimos. We are allowed to have an appreciation for Okhema’s beauty, are we not?”

And as soon as he said it, he knew exactly what was coming next. “Although Okhema is quite beautiful, it can barely compare with the-“

“-grandeur of Castrum Kremnos, yes, yes, I know.” Phainon finished for Mydei. “You’ve said so, many times.”

Mydei was about to open his mouth again, likely to tell him off, before Phainon cut him off again. “Can you admit at least that the rooftops of the Mamoreal Markets are a lovely place to appreciate the view, at least?”

Mydei let out a gruff sigh at this, before pushing past Phainon, almost gently, and heading up the stairs. “Yes. The rooftops make good vantage points.”

Once again, despite himself, this made Phainon chuckle. Of course Mydei would respond like this. “To each their own. Although I have to ask, does your mind ever stop thinking of warfare and bloodshed?” Mydei froze at this, looking at Phainon incredulously. “You think I only have the capacity to think of violence?” Phainon’s brain crashed.

That was a terrible thing to say, why did he say that??

“Uh- no, no no no, not at all.” He quickly backtracked, walking faster up the stairs. “I was just- curious, given how often you talk about it as a subject and- my apologies, did I offend you?” He winced. 

Mydei was quiet for a moment. He kept walking up the stairs, Phainon trailing behind. The silence felt agonising. Titans, why did he say that?

“No, you did not.” Mydei’s voice cut through Phainon’s thoughts like a hot blade in water, sizzling as it cooled. Phainon perked up.

Mydei noticed him do so and immediately glanced away with a scoff. “I am capable of thinking of other topics distant to warfare, Deliverer.”

“R-Right, right of course. Stupid of me to think otherwise.” Mydei glared at him for a moment, but it didn’t seem to have the anger it usually had, before he moved onto the balcony of a building, leading to two rugs that were pitched from the balcony to the roof of the building opposite. The silence between them felt deafening. So Phainon broke it.

“Have you ever been here before, Mydeimos?” He asked, carefully but curious.

Mydei surprised the other Chrysos Heir by shaking his head.

Phainon glanced from the rugs to the other building. “Would you like to cross over?”

“If we must.” Mydei responded, making his way across with ease, despite it being his first time in such a place. Phainon on the other hand hesitated. He knew the rugs weren’t the most secure and despite being here multiple times, it never seemed to get easier. They shook and wobbled with every step, almost like walking a tightrope.

Halfway across one, Mydei let out a groan. “Deliverer, you’ve dealt with so much worse than this.”

Phainon let out an equally exasperated sigh. “Yes, I know, but it never stops me from wondering if-”

“Stop.” Mydei cut him off, before extending his arm as he groaned in exasperation, irritation etched all over that handsome face of his. “Titans, just take my hand already, haikas. You’re so annoying.” He grumbled, taking Phainon’s hand, albeit likely a bit rougher than he should’ve. To Phainon, however, it meant the world. An act of sincerity and genuine care from the Kremnoan warrior, in spite of his well-known aggression.

The two of them crossed the rugs, coming to the other building, and Phainon’s heart practically soared when he heard Mydei gasp softly. The colossal guardian statue stood high and mighty, shouldering the weight of the golden sphere above it with a pair of its hands, the other two outstretched. Down below, the citizens of Okhema milled around idly, each one doing something different. Some were mothers with children, some were merchants, and some were the guards often stationed around the Mamoreal Palace. The greenery of Okhema brightened the cobbled stone of the pathways and golden braziers. Truly a sight to behold. It was only when Mydei turned to look at Phainon, did the Deliverer realise that they were still holding hands.

"What do you think, Mydeimos?" "..."

"Yes, it's a nice view."