Awating The New Dawn..

“Welcome to the Astral Express, Saturn.”

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A Trailblazers Journey…

“Care to listen to The Harmonys Melodies with me?”

Theme by: @siluskeeper

Marvel side blog: Mr. Stark, I Don’t Feel So Good…

Warning: fem reader, modern au, suggestive, mentions of Ly*us

Divider by: @melodiesirae

Word count: 583

Taglist: @milkhalo

Notes: OMG IM BLOOMING.

You had left in a rush that morning, desperate to pay your landlord the rent before he kicked you out. Lygus, who you were positive was the devil himself, was the worst landlord anyone could ask for. You can curse him later, what matters is that you paid your rent before he decided to jump you. Now your morning was perfect.

Well, besides the fact you left the front door open.

You stepped in and froze at the scene before you: couch over-turned, vase broken, your shelf looked like it was a sneeze away from falling over. And in the middle of it all? Your neighbor Phainon and his giant fluffy Samoyed Snowy. You stood in shock as you tried to process the chaos before you.

Phainon, still unaware of your arrival, was too busy wrestling Snowy off your couch before he tore it in half. When he managed to pull him off, Snowy ran towards you, sitting in-front of you like he demanded a treat for the chaos he managed to cause.

“Ah- (Name)…” Phainon said, slowly walking up to you, “Sorry, I was walking Snowy and he bolted in here the second he saw the door open…”

He looked like a kicked puppy, asking its owner for forgiveness, and Snowy suddenly did the same thing.

“It’s okay, I’m not ma-”

Phainon cut you off, straightening his back, “I’ll make it up, I promise! Let me clean up the mess.”

He left no room for retaliation, immediately cleaning up like his life depended on it. You sat down and watched him, Snowy helping him fix the chaos.

You had to admit, he was cute. But his biceps did not fit his personality. Well, who were you to complain? This was a free opportunity to stare at them, and who would pass up such an opportunity?

You stared as he began lifting the couch with one arm, the sweat on his arm glistening in the sun.

‘Oh to be the sweat..’ You thought, with no shame whatsoever.

Watching him move around the couch, you locked in on his arm, watching how they stretched and flexed, ‘I want him to put me in a headlock..’

Snowy, who saw where your eyes were looking, decided to do something that would probably make him sleep in the backyard.

He slowly prodded over to the chair you were sitting on, and bit off the leg, causing you to fall off.

You were snapped out of your trance as you fell off the chair, landing in Phainons lap.

Phainon stared at you for a second, before red painted his face as he helped you up.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry about that, I’ll make sure to ground Snowy later.” He exclaimed, glaring at Snowy who was wagging his tail in satisfaction.

Your mind, still processing what just happened, decided another fumble was okay, “Could you give me lockjaw with your thighs please?”

Oh how loud that silence was. You were mentally screaming at what you just said, Phainon froze at that, his neck turning tomato red to match his face. Even Snowy seemed to be suddenly focused on the piece of glass next to the table.

Phainon slowly got back to his senses, grabbed Snowy and dashed out of the front door. (You could swear you saw a bulk on his pants.) He shut the door, locked it, and turned to glare at Snowy who knew he wouldn’t be getting treats for a month after that.

Warnings: I did some research but this is what I’m assuming from the collab splash art, ooc, fem reader, Halovian reader, yeaner Gilgamesh, I haven’t watched the Fate series so this is how I assume he’s like, super oblivious reader, fluff(?), mentioned of Trailblaze, Archer, Saber, Aha, and Aventurine

Word count: 766

Taglist: @milkhalo

Divider: @melodiesirae

According to the rules of the Holy Grail War, the servant you got would stay with you only till the end of the game. Well, that clearly wasn’t enough to stop Gilgamesh. The Grail War had just ended, the Trailblazer landing another victory. You had done well with Gilgamesh as your servant, and thought that was the last time you’d see him. Oh how wrong you were.

Gilgamesh, after taking a liking to you, has now decided to follow you around like a lost golden retriever. You’ve gotten used to his presence after a while, but there was just one small problem. He always seemed to spoil you with gifts. You asked Saber and Archer if this was normal, in which they replied, “Just leave him.”

Why leave him if his intentions so far seem generous?

You watched from afar as Gilgamesh took out a horde of Anti-Matter Legionaries who, as he said, “Dared to cross paths with him!” His strength was admirable, you noted as he took out the last of them, dusting himself as he made his way back.

“Are you done staring, birdie?” He said, tossing a ruby necklace in your direction, "Take it, I found it with those worthless excuses of Destruction.”

“Actually,” He paused, the Gates of Babylon opened behind him. He grabbed a few more jewels, handing them over to you. “Take those as well.”

“Isn’t this a bit too much-” You were interrupted mid-sentence as he ruffled your hair.

“Too much? Stop acting like a peasant and take it.”

Sighing in exasperation, you pocketed them and followed him as you made your way back to The Reverie.

‘Wait a minute, when did we make reservations here?’ You questioned yourself as Gilgamesh made his way to the receptionist.

You watched as he spoke with the receptionist, handing them a stack of credits that could rival Aventurine’s wallet. The receptionist took one glance at the credits and immediately handed him a key without a thought.

Gilgamesh took the key and made his way over to you with a smug smile plastered on his face, “Come on, I paid for a room.”

“What room?” You asked in confusion as he made his way to the stairs.

“How about you just stop asking questions and enjoy, birdie?”

You followed him reluctantly as he made his way to the best room in the entire Reverie.

“Wait a minute, you only have one key.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, and? There’s nothing wrong with sharing a room.”

‘He is so confusing..’ You thought as he opened the door, your suitcases waiting by the desk.

Seems like this was planned ages ago.

Gilgamesh was slowly losing his sanity dealing with you. Not only are you oblivious to his gifts, you're now asking why he only paid for one room. He watched as you looked around the room, your wings fluttered in excitement once you spotted your favorite meal.

He had made sure to memorize everything you liked, disliked, and what irked you. What kind of servant would he be if he didn’t know his favorite master's personal details?

This time, he made sure everything was planned out perfectly. Scenery? Out of a movie. Annoyances? Never gonna hear from them again. He walked over to the couch and invited you to sit next to him. He watched your (color) eyes take in the room once more. After a while of comfortable silence, he decided to dive into the topic.

“Impressive, huh birdie?”

“Yeah, how much did it cost?”

He clicked his tongue at the question, trying to move closer without making it obvious, “Who cares, it’s worth it for you.”

“What, is it my birthday or something?”

Gilgamesh mentally broke at that question, ‘ALL THESE PREPARATIONS FOR THIS?!’

“I’m assuming that’s a no..”

“Whatever, just eat.”

‘Did I mess up..’ You mentally questioned yourself as you began eating.

The room was amazing so far, you’d be lying if you said no, but you felt it was all too extra. Too much. You decided to focus on savoring the meal before you, the cost can wait.

After three excruciatingly long hours of Gilgamesh trying to not-so-subtly drop hints at his intention, you fell asleep on him. Your hair brushed against his cheek as you breathed in a synchronized pattern. Gilgamesh refused to move, not willing to risk his own comfort for yours. Hesitantly leaning in, he kissed the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. Once you woke up, he was definitely confessing. Even if Aha THEMself had to intervene to explain it to you THEMselves.

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send in an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

- How to Become a Lesbian (Cyrene x Emanator of Destruction! Reader) wlw

- Thirst for Spice (Vampire! Lohen x Pyro Dragon! Reader) gn x m

- The Sun is my Neighbor (Phainon x Reader) not yet decided

Warnings: mur4er, swearing, reader is a girlfaliure(?), blo0d, reader is Varkas cousin, yeaner reader, mentioned of Arlecchino, Varka, and Flins

Notes: this was so fun to write, the ending is inspired by this by @yearningpine

Word count: 636

Taglist: @milkhalo

You stared at the lifeless body before you, blood painting the snow a dark red. Varka had specifically ordered not to attack any Fatui soldiers working with The Knave. Well, he never said don’t attack if they were spies. Grabbing your sword from the ground, you glanced at your reflection before sheathing the sword.

‘All that matters is I go back before anyone notices, and no one will know of the murder.’ you thought, making your way through the woods.

The leaves acted as a curtain, blocking any light in your path, making it harder to find the way out.

After hours of walking in circles you made your way back to the dead Fatui, an unpleasant smell reeking from the body.

Sighing in agony, you sat down, staring at the leaves above. It was now just you, and the dead Fatui.

And the figure sprinting towards you.

You didn’t get time to react, a polearm shot out, landing next to your throat, and blue eyes staring menacingly into your own.

“PLEASEDONTKILLMEIDIDNTDOANYTHING!!” you screamed out at once, before taking a second glance at the blue eyes.

‘ILLUGA, THANK YOU BARBATOS!’

“I’m not going to kill you, calm down,” Illuga replied, taking a step back to look at your current state.

You were hungry, tired, and about to surrender yourself to whatever monsters were lurking in the forests. Definitely breaking the Knight of Favonius standards.

“I’m going to assume you have something to do with that?” Illuga asked, pointing at the Fatui agent.

“No. Maybe.”

“Fine, yes it was me, it was a spy anyways.”

“Just don’t tell Varka I don’t want to get fired..”

Illuga stared at you, before letting out a deep sigh. He sat down next to you grabbing a gauze from his pocket. It was only then you realized, you had a gash on your arm that had been bleeding for a good thirty minutes.

Two hours had passed after Illuga found you. After burying the agent (somewhere no one would ever find and go curse your bloodline, thank Barbatos), he began cooking food on a fire while you sat there after he insisted you let the wound heal.

‘He’s cute when he’s worried’ you thought, staring at him like an idiot.

“Do you need something? You’ve been staring,” Illuga pointed out, snapping you out of your imagination.

“N-Nope!” You stuttered in reply, bright red slowly coloring your face, now staring at your dirty armor blanketed in snow.

‘DAMN YOU FLINS..’

It was all his fault, you thought. You remember when he introduced you to Illuga, right after you nearly fainted due to how high up Primada was. Embarrassing. (A purple haired fae can be spotted smiling while preparing to fight Dottore)

“Here, eat.” Illugas voice rang out as he handed you a meat skewer.

You took it from his hand, savoring the juicy meat with each bite.

‘AND HE CAN COOK??’

Illuga sat next to you, took his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders.

Your brain short circuited, causing you to choke mid-bite.

“Hey-” His hand landed on your back, as you slowly recovered from that pathetic moment.

You were now very positive that you turned into a shade so red a tomato could never match.

“Eat slowly, I don’t want Varka on my ass.”

You tried not to mess up again as Illuga stared at your intently.

After eating in agony of not fucking up in front of the hot light keeper, you fell asleep on him, you head on his lap as he caressed your hair.

Good to say, once you got out of the forest you were 100% asking Nikita for Illugas hand in marriage, where else would you find a better male-wife! And if Varka asked where you were? Use Illuga as your alibi (and husband).