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warnings: local duelist outsmarted by cat distribution system, she wants to name the cat "pistol", fluff, clorinde is probably ooc but i also wrote this one in one sitting, established relationship, lowercase writing
notes: this one is for me and the like. one other clorinde fan. in the world. its probably just for me but that's okay right
pairing: clorinde x gn!reader
wc: ~386
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you knew something was wrong the moment clorinde arrived home early.
not because she looked injured.
not because she seemed upset.
but because clorinde—champion duelist, feared across the nation, and possibly the most disciplined woman you'd ever met—was standing in your doorway holding a tiny orange kitten.
you blinked.
she blinked back.
the kitten meowed.
"...clorinde."
"yes?"
"why do you have a cat?"
there was a pause.
"a situation occurred."
"what kind of situation?"
another pause.
"the cat followed me."
you looked down at the tiny creature.
it looked up at you.
it was currently sitting inside clorinde's coat as though it owned the place.
"and?"
"and it refused to leave."
"clorinde."
"yes?"
"that's your cat now."
the look of horror on her face nearly made you laugh.
"it cannot be my cat."
the kitten immediately climbed onto her shoulder and began purring.
you failed to hide your smile.
clorinde looked deeply betrayed.
"you find this amusing."
"a little."
"i am being held hostage."
"by a kitten."
"exactly."
the kitten rubbed its face against her cheek.
for a brief moment, clorinde froze.
then, very carefully, she reached up and scratched beneath its chin.
the purring somehow became louder.
your heart melted.
because clorinde was always so composed.
so controlled.
so perfectly put together.
but right now she looked utterly helpless.
"you like him."
"i do not."
the kitten meowed.
clorinde immediately adjusted her hold so it would be more comfortable.
you raised an eyebrow.
she looked away.
"...that proves nothing."
"of course."
"nothing at all."
the kitten curled up against her neck and promptly fell asleep.
silence filled the room.
you walked over and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"you know," you said softly, "he picked you for a reason."
clorinde looked down at the sleeping kitten.
her expression softened.
just a little.
just enough for you to see.
"perhaps."
you smiled.
"so what's his name?"
"he doesn't have one."
"yet."
another pause.
"...perhaps pistol."
you stared.
clorinde stared back.
ultimately, clorinde wins your guys' staring competition.
"you want to name your cat 'pistol?'"
"it's fitting."
you laughed so hard you nearly doubled over.
and for a brief moment, hidden behind the sound of your laughter, you caught the faintest smile on clorinde's face.
it was small.
rare.
precious.
and somehow softer than the sleeping kitten in her arms.
final note: in honor of the new clorinde theme, have this last minute writing! take that!! hope you liked it because. i did. and that's what matters okay. sorry it's all lowercase! whoops! get used to it because most of my oneshots might be like that sorry guys <3
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the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
— 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 ⟡ hiding in warm blankets during a thunderstorm. freshly cooked rice. secret glances. the aroma of rain. cold showers. lingering touches. faint burnt metal. night strolls. red eyeliner. familiar scent of acetone. bitter green tea. whispers. sitting under a tree. discreet approval. yearning. stitches. freezing pillows. falling cherry blossom petals. caressing a lover's moles. black jewelry. teasing. static electricity. steamed buns. stray cats choosing you. ink-stained scrolls. cold frost nipping your nose. hidden photographs. black nail polish.
— 𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜 ⟡ refreshing cocktails. interlocked arms. birds chirping. cotton socks. spontaneous outings. melodies of a music box. groggy eyes in the morning. cheek kisses. walking through tall grass. calloused fingers. pouting. bouquet of flowers. crisp breezes of wind. tripping clumsily. intense blushing. matching keychains. counting clovers. grasping your lover's face. lunch at rooftops. the radiant glow of the moon. gazing at the sky. sharing apple juice. written letters. freedom. stiffled sneezes. fresh baked goods. resting your head on his shoulder. losing track of time. counting stars.
WIP TAG GAME: make a post with names of works in your WIPs, then tag as many people as you have WIPs. people are free to send in asks for works that pique their interests!
۶۟ৎ feel free to send asks, though i will note that most of these are not fleshed out and i probably don't have much to say. i can share more about the wriothesley one / plans for it as i've been working on it for longer ^-^
thank you @viviolettee for tagging me and sorry for taking so long to get around to it! im very grateful for the tag and kind words 🙇♀️tagging @nebulusts @dynameow and @dishia though ofc no pressure i know i am quite late :)
۶۟ৎ sunshine leagues beneath the tide
wriothesley x fem!reader. fluff + likely smut. slow burn. two characters that are foils and force healing for each other type of vibe. name not set in stone
۶۟ৎ eventide reverie
phainon x reader (probably fem too..). fluff. possible smut. not much planned other than a summer romance and a level of escapism from reader. name not set in stone
۶۟ৎ fingerprints long faded
flins/zhongli/??? idk x reader. concept of immortal x mortal + seeing the ghost of a lover's personality and memory long past their death. the framework is remembering them through their tastes and having flashbacks to the times they had them upon seeing something they had connected closely to this lover—though they're not really remembering their [reader's] face or intricacies beyond the fading associations triggered in the scenes. name also not set in stone though i do want the focus on hands
warnings: local duelist outsmarted by cat distribution system, she wants to name the cat "pistol", fluff, clorinde is probably ooc but i also wrote this one in one sitting, established relationship, lowercase writing
notes: this one is for me and the like. one other clorinde fan. in the world. its probably just for me but that's okay right
pairing: clorinde x gn!reader
wc: ~386
masterlist.
you knew something was wrong the moment clorinde arrived home early.
not because she looked injured.
not because she seemed upset.
but because clorinde—champion duelist, feared across the nation, and possibly the most disciplined woman you'd ever met—was standing in your doorway holding a tiny orange kitten.
you blinked.
she blinked back.
the kitten meowed.
"...clorinde."
"yes?"
"why do you have a cat?"
there was a pause.
"a situation occurred."
"what kind of situation?"
another pause.
"the cat followed me."
you looked down at the tiny creature.
it looked up at you.
it was currently sitting inside clorinde's coat as though it owned the place.
"and?"
"and it refused to leave."
"clorinde."
"yes?"
"that's your cat now."
the look of horror on her face nearly made you laugh.
"it cannot be my cat."
the kitten immediately climbed onto her shoulder and began purring.
you failed to hide your smile.
clorinde looked deeply betrayed.
"you find this amusing."
"a little."
"i am being held hostage."
"by a kitten."
"exactly."
the kitten rubbed its face against her cheek.
for a brief moment, clorinde froze.
then, very carefully, she reached up and scratched beneath its chin.
the purring somehow became louder.
your heart melted.
because clorinde was always so composed.
so controlled.
so perfectly put together.
but right now she looked utterly helpless.
"you like him."
"i do not."
the kitten meowed.
clorinde immediately adjusted her hold so it would be more comfortable.
you raised an eyebrow.
she looked away.
"...that proves nothing."
"of course."
"nothing at all."
the kitten curled up against her neck and promptly fell asleep.
silence filled the room.
you walked over and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"you know," you said softly, "he picked you for a reason."
clorinde looked down at the sleeping kitten.
her expression softened.
just a little.
just enough for you to see.
"perhaps."
you smiled.
"so what's his name?"
"he doesn't have one."
"yet."
another pause.
"...perhaps pistol."
you stared.
clorinde stared back.
ultimately, clorinde wins your guys' staring competition.
"you want to name your cat 'pistol?'"
"it's fitting."
you laughed so hard you nearly doubled over.
and for a brief moment, hidden behind the sound of your laughter, you caught the faintest smile on clorinde's face.
it was small.
rare.
precious.
and somehow softer than the sleeping kitten in her arms.
final note: in honor of the new clorinde theme, have this last minute writing! take that!! hope you liked it because. i did. and that's what matters okay. sorry it's all lowercase! whoops! get used to it because most of my oneshots might be like that sorry guys <3
i just realized that before people think that my works are getting stolen or something i should probably say that it is in fact still me (aka cherii, aka @cheriiiiii and @cheriiiberiii)! i changed my blog and layout/theme/etc because i like to change things up every once in a while!! i will continue posting my works as usual!!
i have changed my main from @cheriiiiii to @viviolettee and my side blog from @cheriiiberiii to @violettegarden !
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notes: hi! this is my first actual fic ever! i do deeply appreciate likes and reblogs as i work on this. also, this fic will be cross posted to ao3, so once i figure out how to get that working, i will link it on this masterlist. thank you for your continued patience and understanding! THIS IS A REUPLOAD ONTO MY MAIN, AS MY BLOGS ARE BEING RECONSTRUCTED.
updates: i have updates planned weekly, hopefully every saturday. however i am INCREDIBLY busy later this year and may not have time to update it as much. i apologize!
warnings: murder, death investigations, mentions of bludgeoning, mentions of violent crimes, crime scene descriptions, autopsies, forensic procedures, discussion of corpses, blood, psychological horror, paranoia, manipulation, false accusations, imprisonment, implied corruption within legal systems, grief, anxiety, depictions of trauma, and themes of predestination/fatalism. this will be updated as the fic continues. please do not read this if you are not able to handle these topics.
special thanks: @opalescentangels for a lot of work on this!! she can never get enough thanks for everything she does for me! also a huge thanks to @lonelykrow for helping with beta-reading and editing!! your work is appreciated SO much!!!!! and a huge thanks to everyone who reads this and supports our work <3
pairing: wriothesley x detective/investigator!reader
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warnings: kaveh needs a nap okay, kaveh vs furniture (furniture wins), probably ooc but i wrote this in one sitting, it's probably bad and cringe but i don't care let me have fun, fluff
pairing: kaveh x gn!roommate!reader
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The first thing you noticed about Kaveh was that he never slept.
At least, that's what it looked like.
Every night, long after the lamps of Sumeru City had dimmed, a single golden light remained burning from the drafting room.
And every morning, without fail, Kaveh would insist he was perfectly fine.
"You look exhausted."
"I'm inspired."
"You haven't slept."
"I closed my eyes for several minutes."
"That isn't sleep."
"It counts if you think about it."
You stared at him.
Kaveh stared back.
Then he promptly walked into a bookshelf.
It wasn't the first time.
Unfortunately, it wouldn't be the last.
"You see?" you sighed.
"I'm fine."
"You just lost a fight against furniture."
"The bookshelf moved."
"The bookshelf has been there for three years."
"Exactly. Suspicious. Did you do it?"
You laughed despite yourself.
Kaveh beamed.
And there it was.
The dangerous thing.
Not his beauty.
Not his talent.
Not even the way that half of Sumeru seemed incapable of talking about architecture without mentioning his name.
It was that smile.
Warm enough to melt steel.
Bright enough to make you forget your own thoughts.
Entirely unfair.
You hated it.
You adored it.
Mostly the second one.
Never the first.
Probably.
—
This evening, the rain arrived without warning.
Dampening your attire without mercy. How rude!
One moment the streets were crowded.
The next, merchants were scrambling to cover their stalls as water poured from the heavens.
By the time you reached home, you were soaked.
The front door opened before you could reach for the handle.
Kaveh stood there.
Hair tied back.
Sleeves rolled up.
A dish towel draped over one shoulder.
You froze.
He blinked.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You look..."
You gestured vaguely.
"...domestic."
Kaveh's ears immediately turned pink.
"I always look domestic."
"You absolutely do not."
"Whatever, I made soup."
"You're proving my point."
"Just come inside."
The smell hit you immediately.
Fresh bread.
Herbs.
Something simmering gently on the stove.
Home.
That's weird.
Home?
Not the building.
Not the walls.
Not the furniture.
Him.
You watched Kaveh move around the kitchen.
Complaining about measurements.
Muttering about ingredients.
Trying —and failing— to pretend he wasn't checking every few seconds to make sure you were warm enough.
Something tightened in your throat.
Before you had time to consult it, dinner was ready.
Tonight was unlively. Nothing much to do than play around with the tablecloth tonight.
"Kaveh."
He looked up.
You reached across the table.
Took his hand.
Simple.
Easy.
Dinner was mostly quiet.
Silence.
More silence.
The room became very still.
It's pretty quiet, just in case you were wondering.
The aforementioned rain tapped softly against the windows. It had calmed down by now.
Kaveh stared at your joined hands. They were still together.
Then at you.
Then back again.
Something inside him shattered. He really adores you. It hurts.
Not painfully.
Relievedly.
He was staring at you, seemingly distracted as you play with your hair.
A few more seconds pass and pretty soon, you're staring at the corner of your dining room.
"You seem lost."
"What?"
"You're doing your thing where you stare off. Cute."
"Just cute?"
He blinked. He had to backtrack a couple sentences.
The realization hit him first.
His face immediately turned scarlet.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Oh."
A wonderful symphony of "oh"s played out before you absolutely lost it.
You couldn't help it.
You laughed.
And somehow that made him even redder.
"Don't laugh!"
"Interesting. Only cute?
"Excuse me?"
"How disappointing..."
You sigh dramatically.
Kaveh buried his face in his hands.
You reached over.
-you slap his shoulder. just kidding-
As you're gently pulling his hands away, his eyes met yours.
Warm.
Hopeful.
Terrified.
Tired.
The distance between you disappeared slowly.
Like silk slipping through careful fingers.
Like starlight finding its way through a window.
Soft.
Patient.
Certain.
You both approach, feeling his breath on your lips. You stay there for a moment. It feels a lot less like "I'm about to kiss my crush" and more like you're competing in the world's hardest staring competition.
When he finally kissed you, it felt less like the beginning of something.
And more like coming home.
Exactly where you'd both been trying to find your way all along.
final note: this was actually changed so much last minute because i hated it omg. sorry if it sucks i promise im usually okay at writing. hope you enjoyed alalala <3