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May I request the Kings eg Gilgamesh, Ozymandias,Iskander, Arthur/Artoria etc (your pick, or do all of you wish) finds out their masters is actually their descendants? We do have an case in Fate ie Kayneth (Diarmuid’s Master during 4th HGW) was said to be Fionn mac Cumhaill’s descendant, I think?

I know I got this request prior to the rule of 2 servants only. So FOR ONLY THIS ONE I will be doing all the ones that were requested. After this one though, NO MORE.

Gilgamesh

You know, he really isn’t going to believe them when they first claim it. But once you declare that it’s the truth and make him think about what pulled him towards you during the summoning process, he really has no argument against it.

Gilgamesh wishes to train you to become a worthy descendant of his, but you don’t take any of his pompous nonsense. The only time you really listen to him is when it comes to war strategies, historical knowledge, and the occasional stories about the great kingdom of Uruk.

He finds it almost strange though that the two of you are essentially family, but it peeves him that you know nearly nothing about your heritage except for the one fact that you’re his descendant. 

“I think our family heirloom is actually one of your stupid earrings.” Don’t call them stupid, that’s mean.

Ozymandias

He’s proud; proud and also intrigued by how in the world you ended up being where you are now. A nearly no-name magus contracted him and it’s only because you have actual blood ties with him.

If you mention though that it was from a child of his and Nefertari, oh man, the sheer pride in his eyes is almost palpable.

Ozy is certain to spend all the free time that you two have recounting tales of old. About his legends and his feats. And about how much he had loved Nefertari with his entire heart.

He may even claim that your eyes remind him of hers.

When he asks what the catalyst was that summoned him, he’s actually surprised that the heirloom ring that you’re carrying around on a necklace is the same one he had given to his beloved wife in a life so long ago.

He is slightly peeved that the ring was no longer in her resting place, but since both you and he have no idea what happened or how it happened, at least it’s in your hands and not someone else.

Iskander

You think Ozymandias was proud? Damn Iskander is boasting about it to anyone who’d listen. But you don’t let him do that, please, calm down Iskander, you’re embarrassing me.

As proud as he is that you’re his descendent, he feels slightly bad for the reputation that he has left to the family. There are many atrocities that he has admitted, so he knows that he isn’t quite the best person to be a descendent of.

But even when those short and rare moments of a slightly vulnerable Iskander are present, I’m sure a simple reassuring smile and brushing it off will clear his mind of it. After all, it’s not like it effects you in the modern times.

It’s surprising, but the gemstone on the pendant that was passed down as a family heirloom is actually one of the many gemstones that were once embedded into his sword.

Artoria

A… descendent. The mere thought of it throws her into a fit of confusion. Like what do you mean she has a descendent. Did she have kids she never knew of?

Turns out you’re actually like, her cousin’s side of the family, but that doesn’t matter to either of you. Because Artoria is pleasantly surprised to hear about how educated you are about your heritage and also how your personality meshes so well with hers.

She’s surprised that a mere sliver of the hair ribbon that she was currently wearing was the catalyst that brought her here.

She vows to protect you, not just as your Servant, but also because you’re family.

Arthur

Arthur is grateful that his master is someone who is distantly related to you. But he’s also slightly fearful of putting you through a Holy Grail War.

Whereas many of the other kings are ready to win the war for you, Arthur is honestly scared of you losing your life here. You were too young, or at least, you haven’t experienced everything in life yet and it’s a shame that you’re thrown into this mess.

Arthur does appreciate having you as his master though. You understand even the smallest facial changes, whether it’s a flicker of emotion in his eyes, or the slight twitch of his lips as he tries to remain composed despite wanting to laugh at you.

He does his best to help maintain a ‘normal’ life for you since he wants you to live normally without the pressure of your heritage or the war on your back.

But he also works hard to train you as much as he can.

memento mori.

summary: a re:zero au for genshin impact.

notes: story spoilers, very complicated relationships and some unhealthy mindsets, reader death, lots of violence, just lots of death and mentions of death in general, angst, shoutout to the wonderful @wangshengs for brainrotting with me over this idea muah muah!! <3

Background: You’re suddenly isekai-ed to Teyvat one day in the place of the traveler. Every time you die, the timeline restarts to a set moment before you died. You’re stuck in an eternal timeloop, and when you clear certain plot points, your “respawn” point moves further up the timeline. You’re a threat to the natural “law” of Teyvat, so monsters are naturally more aggressive to you. Both the Abyss Order and Dainsleif view you as a strange anomaly that needs to be “fixed”. After all, Teyvat won’t allow you to stay dead, and time itself shifts to keep you alive. All the gods and adeptus are well aware of what’s happening; they’re the only ones who know when the timeline restarts.

Dropped in the middle of nowhere, with no clue as to what happened or what to do, your first death is quick and painful when you’re shot full of arrows by a hilichurl archer after you stumble too close to their camp. It is witnessed by one person: Venti, who arrives far too late. You’re bleeding out by the time he finds you, and he knows he cannot save you.

He holds your body in his arms, brushing back your hair. “I’m sorry I was too late,” he says, nothing but a stranger in your first death. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” His eyes are a thousand miles away; is he really talking to you? You’re too far gone to care.

“This is the only thing I can do for you,” Venti says. He opens his mouth, and sings. His song wraps you in its embrace, easing your pain and calming your fear. Your eyes close… only to reopen with a start, your hands trembling as you search your body for arrow wounds that should be there; you can feel the pain, haunting every step, but there is no blood, no bruises, nothing to show that you had just died. In fact, you woke up where you had first been dropped in Teyvat.

This time, you avoid the hilichurl camp where you had just died, and when you stumble across Venti, his eyes widen. “You should be dead,” he says. 

Something is horribly wrong, and the both of you know it. Still, he does his best to reassure you.

“Maybe the archons love you,” he suggests cheerily, “to give you another chance at life.”

If this is love, then the blessing of the gods is a cruel thing.

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

everyone has one unfinished fic that they cling to and reread 1000 times and mine is Soul Fishing by lunessie on quotev. every time I remember it I reread that bitch, I wonder where the author went, I don’t even know this person but I love their work so much I have read it countless times since 2020 and it hasn’t even been updated since 2019. I crave more endlessly please come back and write more of ur funny words lunessie I miss you

ehe the cute cat picrews ended up in a few peeps making a few of the guys and then the cat cafe au was born!

Feline Friendly

Summary: The guys go and visit a cat cafe to meet a feline of similar personality. Featuring Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, and Zhongli Contains: cat cafe au, fluffy short headcanons, no pairings/reader

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It’s the café’s charming exterior that draws him to walk in and the sweet aroma of cinnamon sugar and fragrant tea that makes him stay.

Albedo takes a seat in a patch of bright sun, setting his sketchbook and a worn pencil down beside it. He gets a few good minutes of warm up in until a cream-colored cat comes and swats at his pencil. He’s amused, watching the way its eyes dilate and its ears twitch with every hit before contenting itself with watching the way the pencil glides over the paper.

When Albedo leaves, there's a new work set on the wall with his signature along with the cat’s paw print (can't forget to credit his assistant).

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Between shifts at his bar and the setting of the sun, Diluc finds himself enjoying the various other businesses that pepper throughout the city. When a cat café opens up, it takes just a little over a week until he’s decided to stop by.

He takes a seat with the drink of his choice and a plate of the day’s special when a cat with dark fur mottled with reddish brown sits at his feet and stares. It’s cute, the tiny circular marks above each eye giving it the appearance of…anger.

Diluc stares back.

Moments later, he’s pleased to find that the cat is rather gentle as it finds itself on his lap.

So he picks a little bit of fruit from his tart, holding it out and awaiting for his newly found friend to take a nibble.

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Kaeya likes to joke often about how the cats at the café seem to act like their favorite patrons, something about how cats and their owners (Diluc corrects him because the cats are Thoma's). So of course every time he visits he keeps an eye out for one that compliments him.

Unfortunately, a week later and he still finds himself looking. That is, until a new cat joins the cafe. It’s a little shy at first, the one eyed-cat, unsure of its surroundings and of the others. But the second that Kaeya walks in, it's as if it’s completely changed.

The cat takes a few cautionary sniffs before a hand is shown to him, patiently waiting for it to accept him. But as soon as the cat relaxes, it starts rubbing his cheek against Kaeya’s leg, meowing loudly and craning it’s head to get just a few more scritches.

It's definitely a welcome change, and Kaeya loves to point out how 'his' cat and 'Diluc’s' act just like them. Imagine their surprise to find out the cats are actually brothers.

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For Kazuha, cat cafes are something that he holds dear. Not just because his preference towards cats, but as a sort of homage to his dear friend (who still visits, but more often is out in the great big world).

So when Thoma tells him of his plan to open a cat café, who would he be to deny his excitement?

One of the first cats that Thoma introduces to the café is a snowy white shorthair. Gentle, calm, good with being handled—really, a fantastic first addition. But this little cat seems to be the most lively when Kazuha visits. Almost as if it knows, when he walks in, the cat already is napping right on his usual seat, eye opening to check who’s walked in. With a curious little chirp, it hops off and trots over to Kazuha before jumping into his arms.

Though…as well-behaved a cat as it is, it tends to get in a fair share of trouble in the form of trying to sneak into Kazuha’s jacket in hopes of being snuck out.

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Scaramouche ends up being interested after Tartaglia raves about the place and how there's a cat just like him. He rolls his eyes and brushes the recommendation off. He has better things to do anyway. But curiosity can only fester so long.

When he does finally go, he sits in a place far from the cats by a seemingly vacant cat tree. It’s a café, after all. You don’t have to interact with the cats. So he goes on ordering tea and waiting. He sips, eyes shifting over the homey décor and the few felines out and about. The cafe's alright, nothing really special apart from the advertised animals.

But when he finishes his tea and gets up to leave, his coat snags.

It's a cat. Hidden in the shadows of the cat tree’s hideaway.

Half tempted to just shoo it away, he opens his mouth and then it purrs. Scaramouche caves and gives it a pet. He also ends up visiting often, though not for the tea.

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The moment that Tartaglia steps foot in the café, an orange tabby perks up and butts at his leg. The second that he tries to walk past, it meows loudly.

Another step, another meow.

Jokingly, he makes light of the situation because 'hey, little guys picking a fight way out of his league' but the moment that he picks up the feather on a string, the cat leaps and smacks the toy to the floor. The initial shock takes a second to wear off, but as soon as he picks up the toy again, he can’t help but laugh.

Tartaglia ends up staying until the sun is almost down (on accident, too) because they both end up having too much fun playing.

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Thoma is the owner of the café-

He adores the cats, every one of them unique in their personality and always so happy to see him whether it's a slow blink from up high or swatting at the leg of his pants, so...he's a little guilty to admit he has a bias.

There's a tiger-striped cat with little white socks and the softest fur that always follows him around. Sweeping the floors, getting the orders ready in the kitchen, closing up, even when he's at the register, his little helper is perched patiently close by.

There's even been times that the cat seems to know exactly what he needs (though perhaps it's not so surprising) and he ends up hopping off the counter to retrieve a fallen receipt for Thoma.

When the day ends, he can’t help but cave when the little guy paws at his hand. So, he sets off home with cat in tow.

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Venti is as allergic to cats as a person could be. But that doesn’t stop him from staring through the window.

Luckily, there’s one strange little cat that has taken notice and boy does it take notice.

With every pass by that Venti makes, it slaps the window. With every little peek, it lets out a loud meow. And if Venti were to stay? It’s safe to say that the cat has met its match. Instead of continuing on as he’d usually do, Venti ends up making it a habit to spend 10 or so minutes a day just outside of the café while singing a little tune—something to keep the cat company, as its so adamant to have.

And it’s nice! For a while. But the barrier of glass makes the desire to meet his newly made friend worse.

To his delight, though, it turns out that the window cat just so happens to be hypoallergenic.

So…maybe a pet won’t hurt.

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Xiao passes by one day when he decides to try the cafe out, the word whispered on the street that this particular café has some of the best sweets around. While sugar isn’t really his favorite, he decides it wouldn’t hurt to try. He sits.

Hovering high on a shelf, a cat with vibrant yellow eyes sits. It appears to be asleep, with tail and paws tucked close to its body. That is, until Xiao turns his attention to his dessert. With every spoonful of tofu, Xiao tries to not pay it any mind but the weight of the cat’s gaze on him draws him to stare right back.

It blinks. Slow.

He ends up going every Saturday afternoon and every time the yellow eyes cat waits for him to arrive.

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The moment that the café opens, Zhongli becomes a regular. There’s something about enjoying a lovely day with freshly brewed tea and a quiet companion that he adores.

Well. Perhaps not always quiet.

The cat that takes to Zhongli is elegant, sleek, with a long tail and tends to curl up in his lap. When everything seems to settle in the café and Zhongli finds himself basking in the silent ambiance, the cat proves to be rather chatty. So, in lieu of sitting quietly, he often ends up having conversations. It’s a little bit silly, but he likes to think that the subtle inflections of each meow and chirp hold their own meaning.

and the universe said,

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren't -- and that's before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

genres: comedy disguised as romance and romance disguised as comedy, soulmate au, technically an alternate universe but they're still idols, fluff, angst?, short chapters

relationship(s): SVT ot13 x reader

warnings: 18+ (there will be no smut but perhaps suggestive parts and multiple references to/jokes about sex and I honestly just don't feel comfy with minors reading my writing of that stuff sorry). coarse language. everybody's a little bit very stupid. individual chapters will have their own warnings

01 "you are not alone"

02 "fuck you and your interview"

03 "this day will make the you of tomorrow"

04 "it won't make sense"

05 "trust no one"

number of chapters undetermined

updates are not on a schedule and there will be no taglist. thank you for reading!

“Cherry Blossom”

your name on my wrist // sanzu

haruchiyo sanzu x reader

soulmate au

cw: yandere themes, murder mention, toxic relationship

wc: 1.9k

note: i had two directions i thought to go with this, but this one's where sanzu embraces having a soulmate rather than sees you as a nuisance. i like his loyalty to mikey and im sure some of that trait would translate over into his relationship with his soulmate. he’d take care of you but you better do the same for him lol

haruchiyo sanzu

The name had been on your wrist for as long as you could remember. You’d scoured your school and neighborhood looking for someone with that name but never found anyone. The name sounded so beautiful to you when you’d whisper it late at night when you’re alone in bed; you could only imagine such a name would belong to an equally as beautiful person.

Fantasies would run wild, as you pictured yourself meeting this faceless person. Would you two have a shy introduction, only to realize that you both have the other’s name etched into your skin and then embrace each other in joy? Or what if they were out there searching for you, stopping you in the streets one day to declare that you’re the one for them and how they’ve waited for you their whole life. Whatever the meeting was, you would always expect something out of your romance novels.

The actual meeting had been disappointing, but more than that, it was terrifying.

You’d have called yourself successful, working at a nice high profile bank that gave you good benefits. It was never a job you felt the need to complain about. Yet now you couldn’t help but curse whoever led you to such a job as you hid under a desk.

People were shouting and you swore you could hear gunshots somewhere else in the building. From the voices that passed you by, you could piece together something about a deal going wrong. You couldn’t help but wonder if the deal was with your boss; you had hoped he wasn’t that type of man, but perhaps even he couldn’t help but be corrupt.

Thinking too hard on what could have possibly caused this much chaos, you yelped as you were suddenly yanked out from under the desk and up to your feet. The light was so bright for a moment that you couldn’t see, but you could feel what you were sure was a gun to your head.

“Say anything and I’ll shoot,” the man holding you up said roughly, pushing the gun a bit harder against your temple. As your eyes adjusted, you tried to look over to see who exactly was holding onto you, but the way his grip tightened was enough to stop you.

At that moment, a man with a long scar down his face walked in, and you assumed him to be with the man holding you, since he was unphased to see him holding a gun to your head. He didn’t say anything, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. How the hell can he be so casual after what they just did?

“We don’t have time to hold anyone hostage, Sanzu. Shoot if you have to, but let’s get out of here.”

Sanzu?

There was no way… it had to just be some sick coincidence. You didn’t know his full name, maybe this man wasn’t your soulmate. The man’s words fully registered, as you realized you might just get shot and left along with the rest of the dead. Sanzu’s body moving caused you to panic.

“W-wait! Haruchiyo Sanzu? Is.. is that your name?” Your words were frenzied, hoping that the man wouldn’t shoot you for talking like he had said he would.

Sanzu tensed up and quickly swerved your body around to face him as he glared at you. He was about to ask how the hell you could know his name, but his look was enough of a confirmation to your question that you continued to speak. “It’s the name on my wrist!”

His mind went blank as soon as you said those words. He had not thought about the name on his own wrist in years; his priority was Mikey, then his duties to Bonten. He didn’t need you. Yet, staring into your frightened eyes, he felt a pull. Was this how it was supposed to feel?

You weren’t sure how he would respond, a part of you expected him to put a bullet in your head right there. But instead he frowned and gripped onto you again, dragging you with him out of the building and towards a vehicle waiting by the curb.

He shoved you into the backseat and climbed in after you. As soon as his door closed, the car sped away from the scene, police sirens heard faintly in the background.

You weren’t alone in the car and made the mistake of looking over at the man sitting beside you. He looked like a typical businessman, in a nice suit with neat hair. When he gave you a smile, you averted your eyes.

“How’d you manage to find someone to bring home during all of that?” The man questioned Sanzu with a grin, finding the situation humorous. Sanzu clearly didn’t seem to feel the same, snapping back, “We’re soulmates.”

“Romantic.” He had a sarcastic tone and you almost wanted to speak out in mocking agreement. Because how lucky are you to have found your soulmate during a shootout at work, and have it been the guy who threatened to shoot you? Yeah, so romantic.

What a load of shit.

Sanzu ignored the comment, leaning over to speak to the driver. “Drop me off at my place. The two of us will get out there.”

Honestly, you wanted to be far away from the man, and you certainly didn’t want to go to his home, but you knew if you objected that he would likely just shoot you as soon as the car stopped. So instead, you opted to be silent, trying to ignore the way that he was still holding onto you.

As soon as the car pulled up to the destination, Sanzu wasted no time dragging you out and up to his home, not saying a word the whole time.

“You’ll be staying here. What’s your address? I’ll send some people to head over and pack up your stuff,” he asked while taking out his phone.

“What? We just met…” Your voice trailed off when his eyes snapped up to you. He had an intense look that reminded you that even though he’s your soulmate, he doesn’t seem to be someone that you can speak freely around. Things were moving too fast. You two barely met and he’s already expecting you to just uproot your life to stay with him? The entire situation was wild and you would’ve explained that if he didn’t look like he was ready to hurt you for saying something.

He stood up straighter and looked down on you, “What does that matter? We’re meant to be. The safest option is to have you stay with me.” His voice sounded almost strained. He was annoyed by your question, but he didn’t want to scare you off yet. Not without reason. Being nice wasn’t his thing, but he couldn’t deny that tug at his heart as he stared at you. So, for now he would try to be nice, but he wouldn’t be afraid to put you back in your place if need be.

You were cute, way cuter than he had expected his soulmate to be. It was almost cruel of life to give you to him. He knew how dangerous he was, but maybe it worked out this way for a reason. He had the means to take care of you, and he already knew that he would scorch the Earth before he let any harm come to his soulmate. The way you stood in the middle of the room, worry and fear clear on your face, was surprisingly endearing to him. He smiled at you, “So, how about that address now?”

That marked the start of your life with Sanzu. Wherever he went, you were made to follow. He’d coo at you and dress you up nice for what you assumed was to show you off to his friends at the gang’s meetings. He wasn’t horrible to you, but he was so erratic that you were constantly on edge around him, especially when he came back home, clearly high on something.

You hated it. It was like he expected you to be a doll for him to do as he pleases. Damn all those love stories that you grew up on, pushing the narrative of a beautiful, loving connection with your soulmate. There was a connection between you and Sanzu for sure, but you would never call it beautiful, and certainly not loving. To you, he just wanted to own you, inside and out.

You had been spending the night alone, finally having some time to yourself, when Sanzu barged in, looking too excited to mean anything good. As soon as he spotted you sitting on the couch, he rushed over to sit with you and grabbed your hands.

“Let’s get married.” He looked so joyous, but his eyes had that look you had come to know well. He must’ve taken something again while he was out. Maybe he doesn’t understand what he was really saying, that’s what you hoped at least. You didn’t have any interest in marrying a man like him, soulmate or not. But, you kept that to yourself.

“Married? That’s a huge step, Sanzu,” the words came out gently as you didn’t want to anger him, but the immediate change in his expression showed that he didn’t appreciate your answer. His lopsided smile was replaced with a frown as he reached out and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.

“Baby, I didn’t ask if you wanted to. We will be married. That’s what soulmates do, isn’t it?” You didn’t move, staring right back into his eyes. He must’ve wanted an answer, because he tightened his grip on your face.

“Ye-yes!” It hurt to try to move your mouth with the way he held onto you. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he released your face with a push. “Good. I don’t appreciate you talking back to me.”

You didn’t move from your spot on the couch, afraid that if you did, he would focus on you again. Even though he let you go, you could hear it in his voice that he wasn’t exactly happy still. You loathed nights like these where he was high and even more unpredictable.

He sat still, slightly hunched over. He kept replaying your response over and over again in his mind. A huge step? So what? You should be happy that he wants to move your relationship along. The two of you are soulmates, you should be just as happy with him as he is with you. You were acting so ungrateful right now. Why can’t you just be good? The longer he thought about it, the angrier it made him.

Finally, he turned to you, his expression enough to cause your heart to start pounding in fear. “You know, we’re always gonna be together right?” His words came out slowly as he moved over towards your end of the couch, “We’re bound by fate, so quit complaining.” He hovered above you, bringing one hand to rest upon your neck.

There was a thick silence as the two of you stared at each other, neither one moving. Slowly, Sanzu reached down and grabbed your wrist, bringing it up near your face.

“You see that?” He tapped a finger where his name was, “that means you belong to me.” Your eyes moved down to his wrist, looking at your own name. “And I-” he moved your hand to interlock with his, “I belong to you.”

Three years, seven months

A/N: Anon… your scenario/reactions became a long ass fics… I hope you don’t mind too much? You can’t blame me, though! It’s such a nice prompt?? Sorry for any grammar mistakes and so and, of course, because is long as fuck. 

I’m posting Ace’s right now, the others are on the way, hopefully a little shorter, i don’t know how you guys feel about this?? Let me know, please. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this~

Words: 1958 (under the cut!!!)

“You were so stupid!”, Ace yells, his factions taken by anger. His cheeks, forehead and neck bright red as he keeps screaming at you. In front of everyone. In front of Shirohige. You feel your own cheeks burning bright red due to the embarrasment and even a little anger aswell.

“Stop calling me that, Ace!”, you try to sound less erritated, letting out a soft sigh befor speaking up again. “It was an accident! I didn’t mean to-”

“You could’ve die! Are you out of your mind?”, he screams, arms flailing around. “You could’ve kill us!”, you’ve never seen him so angry before and you feel your stomach twisting in a very uncomfortable way, and that makes you worry.

Ace has been yelling at you for half an hour now, and some part, deep inside you, knew he has the right to be acting like this. The events from earlier really did mean something for all the crew.

You accidentally almost got killed by an enemy when you tried to protect the ship. You were a bit stupid, to be truth, jumping out to fight even thought you were already severely injured. Everyone was sick worried about you, and your mistake caused a little bit of more troubles than solutions, but when they saw you were alright everything was back to place and there was laughter and soft pats on your back, calling you a suicidal but with gentle eyes and smiles. Even Shirohige forgave you, saying that you were a the bravest daughter and even patting you in the head.

However, when everyone was starting to celebrate yet another victory, Ace came and started to yell at you, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you just enough little too hard. 

“I can’t protect you every time you’re in trouble!”, he says. “We can’t protect you!”

“I can protect myself!”, that definitely got into your ego. “I appreciate that everyone worries about me, but I can protect m-”

“No! No you can’t! You’re not strong enough! You shouldn’t be in this ship. I-”

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