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Introducing Ivy to Nina

Freckle meets Ruby (Ivy's dad)

Tw: None :>

Freckle's tail twitched with anxiety as he stood outside his home. He had smoothed out his fur, and worn his mother's favorite suit jacket. It took all of his energy to flatten his bristling fur, in the corner of his eye he could see his silver furred cousin Rocky from the bushes. The cat offered him one of his signature manic grins of support. Now don't get him wrong. He loved his mother... but he was also mortified that she would be unapproved of his girlfriend. Ivy. Ivy stood tall next to him, her beautiful gray fur glowing silver in the moonlight. She wore a loose pastel green layered dress that went down to below her knees, with a matching green cloche hat. Her long thin wiry tail intertwined with his soothingly, as she fixed her hair. 

"Honey, are you alright?" Her sweet voice cutting through his worrisome thoughts. "You know I can always meet your mother some other time right?" Her piercing yellow stare looking into his eyes. "If your worried-"

"N-No." Freckle shook his head, his ear twitching. "I can do this. It's okay." Swallowing a lump in his throat he knocked on the door. The few seconds waiting for his mother to open the door felt like crawling through hell itself. As each second ticked by he could feel his skin prickle and fur bristle, fear clawing its way up his neck. 

"Calvin?" His mother opened the door, her hair tied back into a tight bun as she smoothened out her skirt. Her small ginger stature sent shivers up his spine. "Who's that you got with you?" She narrowed her eyes, fixing her glasses as she looked Ivy up and down. "You better not be getting hanky panky with her Calvin." (I don't know 1920's slang :'<) Nina's tail swished. 

"What? No Mother." Freckle shook his head, "I- I uh... I'm courting her? Yeah... I wanted you to meet her Mother." He fiddled with his paws, his anxiety eating him alive as his mother inspected Ivy. Earlier both he and Rocky had briefed Ivy on how to act and talk around his mother. Well actually Freckle did most of the briefing while Rocky screamed poetry about how to avoid angering "the wrath and fury that is the woman of ginger fur and short stature." Whatever that meant. 

"What's your name?" Nina asked as she finally let the couple inside. Her brilliant yellow eyes analyzed Ivy and her son as they walked in. Nina had to admit, the girl seemed like a sweet one. Large yellow eyes and soft gray fur, the young cat held herself up with an air of upper class, her thin and wiry body graceful and stunning.

"My name is Ivy. Ivy Pepper. Mrs. McMurray." Ivy smiled as she stepped inside, holding her purse in her hand as she smiled. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ma'am."

"Hmph." Nina frowned. "Would you like some tea Ms. Pepper?" Nina asked as she poured three cups of tea. 

"Yes Ma'am." Ivy smiled, sitting down next to Freckle. 

"How did you meet my son Ivy?" Nina asked as she sipped her tea. Her eyes were cold as she analyzed every one of Ivy's moves as if to find a single blunder. 

"W-We met at a cafe." Freckle offered, twisting their meeting into a less… scandalous version of events. 

"Did she start courting you?" Nina asked wryly, her tail lashing. 

"N-No." Freckle shook his head. "I approached her first..." That was a blatant lie, but alas if they wanted this to work they had to. "She was... uh... drinking tea... and she looked like a nice young woman so I asked to speak to her for a bit." 

"Hmph." Nina narrowed her eyes. "I suppose you do seem like a nice young lady Ms.Pepper." Nina closed her eyes as she sipped her tea. “What does your family do for work?” (I dont actually know what he works as so I’ll just pretend he's also a mine owner)

“My father owns a quarry, a little out of Kansas City, currently I’m going to college.” Ivy prattled off, her happy chipper voice polite as usual. “Anything else Ma’am?”

“I suppose. I shall consider this arrangement then.” Nina hummed, “Now Ms. Pepper, if you could wait outside for a moment I must discuss it with my son.” 

“Yes Ma’am.” Ivy smiled, her heels clacking against the floor as she left the room. Freckle almost cried at the sight of Ivy’s slender tail vanishing behind the door, leaving him to answer his mother’s questions.  

“So what do you think, Mother?” Freckle asked as he wrung his tail in his paws. Worried thoughts ran through his head; What if Ivy was too straightforward? What if her manners were off? What if his mother didn't like her? However his worried thoughts were interrupted by his mother’s booming voice. 

“Stop messing with your tail Calvin. You'll ruin your fur.” Nina finished sipping her tea. “I suppose the girl is soft spoken. A good woman for you Calvin.” Nina folded her hands in her lap. 

“You like her?” Freckle’s ears pricked in excitement. 

“Now wait there Calvin.” Nina raised a paw, “I do quite like this young lady, however I do not know if she is the right fit for you.” Upon the sight of Freckles' dejectedness, Nina rubbed her temple. “However, I will give her time, Calvin.” She looked at her son. “And if she proves to be fit, I give you my blessing.” It took all of Freckles' self control to not jump for joy. 

“Thank you Mother.” Freckle beamed, his tail swishing side to side in excitement. 

“Yes. Yes Calvin.” Nina waved a hand, “Have you met her papa yet?”

“Errrrr… yep. He’s a little busy but I managed to speak with him over the phone.” Freckle lied with a smile, praying to the heavens that his mother wouldn't catch that lie.  

“Good. Remember no hanky panky until after marriage.” Nina waved a finger at her son. “Understood? I want no such godless behavior under my roof.”

“Yes Mother.” Freckle smiled, scurrying out of the room, practically quivering with excitement to tell Rocky and Ivy the news. Nina sat down in her chair chuckling. 

“That’s a good one Calvin.” She wiped her hands on her apron watching as Freckle ran over to the car where Ivy was waiting for him. 

“Goodbye Mrs. McMurray.” Ivy called out curtseying to the older cat from outside as she entered the vehicle. “So how did I do?” Ivy asked once Rocky managed to drive the car a few blocks away from the house. “Did I pass?”

“She approves!” Freckle beamed. 

An Eternity Without You, is an Eternity of Suffering

TW: Fluff turns to angst :) Neuvillette x Furina aka Immortal x Mortal hehehehe

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“Come on dance with me!” Furina called out to Neuvillette as she stood on the surface of the water. The white haired woman reaching out a hand to him as he stood at the edge of the lake, the turquoise waters lapping at his shoes. “Is the hydro dragon really scared of a little water?” Furina laughed with a smile on her face as she splashed some water in his direction.

“I do not fear the water, I simply-”

“Come on then!” She didn't let him finish his sentence, pulling him along to the center of the lake. (For the purposes of this story Neuvillette can walk on water.) “Neuvillette.” Furina pouted as the taller man attempted to retreat to the safety of the shore. “Dance with me. Please?” She begged, clinging to his arm, “Please Neuvillette, just one dance? And then I promise we can go home. I don’t want to dance alone.”

“...Very well.” He sighed, “One dance it is,” Neuvillette took her hand in his as Furina beamed, he had promised that he would never let Furina dance alone, not ever again. The taller man let her lead him, Furina twirled around him, leading him through the waltz. Neuvillette let himself crack a smile as he admired Furina, the way she would look down to make sure her feet matched with his, the way one strand of her hair curved up and bobbed with each movement. 

“You're surprisingly good at this Monsieur.” Furina smiled, as Neuvillette spun her. 

“Your standards for me are far too low, Lady Furina .” Neuvillette scoffed, “I can dance.” 

“Well how was I supposed to know?” Furina rolled her eyes playfully. “You almost never do.” As the dance came to a close she detached herself from Neuvillette. 

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“Look, it looks just like you.” Furina giggled as she lifted up the soggy creature. 

“It does not.” Neuvillette glanced at the otter she held in her hands. “It looks nothing like me.” Neuvillette sipped his water, turning his head away from the creature.

“Oh come on. Look.” Furina lifted the creature higher, “It looks just like you. It even has your blue horns!”

“It has stripes not horns.” Neuvillette corrected, throwing the creature a subtle glare. 

“Hmph.” Furina pouted, setting the creature down. “I think the Melusines would agree with me.” The former archon huffed, leaning against the taller man, her head against his shoulder as she watched the otters swim and play in the fontainian sea.

“They most certainly would not.” Neuvillette handed Furina a glass of water.

“You say that now.” Furina waved a finger at him. “But just you wait, I’ll ask Sigewinne when we see her again. With how long she spends in the fortress she's bound to see the otters at least a few times.” Furina smirked. “And I’m sure she would agree with me.”

“...I do not look like the otters of Fontaine.” Neuvillette huffed.

“Denial is a river in the Sumeru Desert.” Furina shrugged with a laugh.

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“Stay still Neuvillette.” Furina scolded. 

“I apologize.” Neuvillette tried to stay still as the woman brushed out his hair. Carefully removing any knots and tangles his hair had developed overnight, she did her best in trying not to yank at his hair. However he couldn't help but wince every once in a while when she pulled too hard. 

“You don't even move that much while you sleep. How does your hair get this knotted?” Furina complained as she brushed. 

“I do not know,” Neuvillette replied honestly, “Please be careful with-”

“Be careful with your horns. I know.” Furina laughed, using one hand to gently run her hand over the blue horns that protruded from his skull. They were both hard and soft, it felt like touching water if the water was solid and not wet. “They're so pretty.” Furina smiled as she worked around them. 

“As you have mentioned before.” Neuvillette smiled as he felt the woman start to braid his hair. 

“I can't help it! It is pretty.” Furina pouted. “You have to agree on that.” 

“Hm. Very well I shall agree with you Lady Furina.” Neuvillette watched her work through her reflection in the mirror. “What do you have to do today Lady Furina?” Neuvillette asked as he looked at her, 

“Just some filming.” Furina waved a hand. 

“Are you not worried that you will be late?” Neuvillette inquired, his voice soft.

“No. It's still early in the morning Neuvillette, and we have to film during the day.” Furina laughed, her laugh warmed his heart. 

“I see. And what are you shooting?” He asked softly. 

“Today it's a scene where the man confesses to his lover… but they cannot be together not yet anyway,” She chuckled, “So the man is left alone with his bouquet of rainbow roses at the bench and it's all sad.” 

“I see.” Neuvillette smiled, “I will have to see this film when it comes out.”

“You better!” Furina gasped, “If you don't show up to the premiere I’ll be sad. And mad.” She expertly wove the ribbon into his hair tying the braid. 

“Then I shall be there to witness your new film.” Neuvillette smiled, standing up and offering her a hand. 

“Hmph-” Furina stood up, “You better or I will cry.” 

“Tell me the date of the premiere then ma chérie.” Neuvillette pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Have a pleasant day.” He smiled, noticing the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“You too.” Furina smiled, waving him away as she got ready for her day. 

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The clapping faded away as Neuvillette rushed backstage, the performance Furina had put on in the musical had been amazing, oh how he loved seeing her perform. The way she would twirl onstage and smile her blinding smile. Furina in question had already changed out of her costume and was wearing her usual dark blue suit and white shorts, the hydro vision hung off her sash by her waist.

“Oh Neuvillette!” Furina spotted him almost instantly running over. “What did you think?” She beamed, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“I think it was wonderful,” Neuvillette smiled, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You really are a wonderful actress ma dulcinée.” He handed her a bouquet of rainbow roses.

“Thank you mon amour .” Furina beamed, gripping the bouquet excitedly. 

“I do think we should celebrate this.” Neuvillette mused, “Where would you like to go eat?” 

“Oh can we go to the Hotel Deboard?” Furina smiled, “They have wonderful desserts.”

“I do hope you don't plan on just eating desserts.” Neuvillette smiled as he walked out of the Opera Epiclese with Furina. “That wouldn’t be very filling.”

“But they're good.” Furina smiled as she walked alongside him, Neuvillettes hand resting on her hip.

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“Neuvillette… I burnt the macaroni…” Furina stared miserably at the blackened macaroni in the pot. 

“Tsk- Let me cook Furina darling.” Neuvillette gently shooed her away from the kitchen. 

“You can't just serve water and call that food,” Furina huffed as she played with a glass that was left out. 

“I will not just serve water.” Neuvillette scoffed, “I will make Consomme Purete.” He announced proudly, “And it will be made using only the finest water-”

“Mon dragon, I think you're the only person in Teyvat who can taste different water. Water is water.” Furina rolled her eyes. 

“It is not!” Neuvillette stared at her, mouth hanging agape. “Furina! Take that back! You know Fontaine has the best water.” 

“How am I supposed to judge when you won't let me near other water?” Furina snorted, “You say Liyue water is salty and full of vortex overlord remnants and you won't even let me try it.”

“Because it’s bad water.” Neuvillette sipped his glass of water. “Its taste is by far the worst out of all seven nations in Teyvat. That much salt would probably kill you Furina.”

“Oh please how salty could it be?” Furina rolled her eyes. “And how in the name of Celestia do you figure out what vortex remnants taste like-” She swiveled her head to give him a pointed stare. “Do you regularly eat vortex remains-” 

“You have gotten off topic.” Neuvillette waved a hand, “I am trying to cook.”

“Answer my question Neuvillette!” Furina whined. 

“No.” 

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Furina pointed as a gold fish swam by. “Look!” She motioned for Neuvillette to follow her as she led him through the kelp forests of Fontaine. Furina spun through the ruins, twirling in the water as if she belonged there all along. Neuvillette smiled as he watched Furina dart around like a fish, dragging him along as she pointed at the animals. 

“Furina I must-”

“No wait, stay a little bit longer.” Furina pleaded. (Idk if you can talk underwater I'm just gonna guess you can in Fontaine) 

“Very well.” Neuvillette sighed. “How could you exploit the fact that I cannot say no to you?” He “reluctantly” swimmed after her, easily catching up to Furina, the water was his domain after all. “Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Furina?” 

“Look at how cute it is!” Furina squealed as she grabbed Nevullittes hand pointing at a sleeping blubber seal. “How is it that it took me this long to go beneath the water? Did you know about this place?” Furina asked as she swam through the kelp forest.

“You have never swam in the Fontaine sea?” Neuvillette raised a brow, that was news to him. 

“Nope! I never knew it was this pretty…” Furina beamed as a school of iridescent fish swam past her. Neuvillette smiled at the sight, watching as fish of all colors swirled around his Furina. As if she truly was the deity of water.

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The sunset glowed white against the water, the waves softly moving and churning with the wind as Furina and Neuvillette sat next to each other by the shore. “Time flies doesn't it Neuvillette?” Furina whispered as she looked out at the sea

“I suppose it does.” The ludex answered softly.

“These past six hundred years have been an interesting experience.” Furina whispered, her head against the stoic man. Unlike her Neuvillette hadn’t aged a day, while Furina’s hair had grayed and wrinkles appeared on her face, the hydro dragon remained the same. However despite her old and weary joints, and her cracking voice, her eyes with their teardrop shaped pupils never lost their spark. “For five hundred of those years I was playing an archon… and for these past hundred… I have been playing myself.” Furina laughed just as she had used to when she was young. “However, these past one hundred years with you… have been wonderful Neuvillette.”

“Amour what are you saying?” Neuvillette looked over at her. 

“I can feel it Neuvillette. My time is almost up.” Furina smiled softly, standing up and extending a hand to him. “Mon dragon, dance with me one last time?”

“I… very well ma déesse.” Nevuillette took her hand, leading her through a careful waltz. Each step felt like a thousand shards of ice piercing his heart as Furina danced with him. Despite her old body, she didn't stumble through the dance, gliding smoothly over the water just as they used to all those years ago. Neuvillette could feel the tears in his eyes, the slow rain that began only confirming that he was crying. Furina paused mid spin, noticing the water droplets that disturbed the stillness of the waters.

“Oh Neuvillette… getting sad again are you?” Furina smiled at him. 

“How can I not?” He replied, his voice cracking with pain. 

“This is the best ending I could ever dream of.” Furina smiled, wiping away his tears with her hand. “After six hundred years… I can finally truly rest.”

“Furina…” Neuvillette held her hand against his cheek as he closed his eyes. “I…”

“I love you Neuvillette, and I will love you for eternity.” Furina wiped his eyes. 

“Furina…” Neuvillette gripped her hand looking at her pleadingly. “An eternity without you… that is an eternity of suffering…”

“Well if you think about it… not even you will live forever…” Furina smiled, “And one day we will be reunited… I promise it…”

“Furina…” The rain hammered down around them. 

“Oh, hydro dragon, hydro dragon… dont cry….” She whispered, her lips ghosting over his for the last time.

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Authors Note:

Furina and Neuvillette have different dynamics based on my mood maybe they are dating maybe they are siblings/family. However, In no world are they both siblings/family and dating. (Dont date your family guys)

Zhongli and Xiao as Creatures :D

I love dragon!Zhongli a normal amount

I fear Im fried

Im moving homes in spring 2025, and my lackadaisy books still arnt here does anyone know anything I can do?

I live overseas and have received no conformation of my books even being shipped.

:<

pls send help

The Lady of Death

Lady Ei is the third oldest out of all her seven siblings and is mother two her two children. She and her wife have a wide menagerie of business, from her wife’s bookstore to Lady Ei’s hotel and law firm. She is known to be closed off and often times, her wife goes to meetings instead of her.

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Lady Ei is known as the most brutal of the four, unforgiving and ruthless, she does not take kindly to traitors. Her temper only outmatched by her deserter sister Murata… but don’t bring any of her deserter siblings up, or flirt with her wife for that matter both options end in you dying. It is said she enjoys executing traitors and those who dare cross her by beheading them with a retractable sword she always has with her…

Chernila my Genshin OC

Chernila my Genshin OC! They are a pureblooded dragon (Mother is a pyro dragon from Natlan, Father is the Sovereign Cryo Dragon) and some sketches of Chernila in the currently released nations :D

Chernila’s Cryo was essentially locked inside of them until the Tsaritsa almost killed them with frostbite, and despite having Cryo it’s not good enough for their father, so they spend nights in the snow, trying to become more Cryo in the hopes of making their father proud (despite the fact that Cryo hurts them) in other words Chernila just wants to be loved. Chernila can’t stand their reflection because of the frostbite on their face, (also because their father won’t look at them so obviously they must be messed up)

This is so real

Thought of this at work today lmao

Ivy and Freckle Relationship Headcannons

Relationship Headcannons~

Ivy takes most of the first's in the relationship since Freckle is pretty shy

However gain enough courage and Freckle will do spontaneous romantic things

Ivy loves picking out couple outfits for both herself and Freckle

Most dates they end up going to the park or just hanging around the Speakeasy (Viktor glares intensify)

The dates tend to be pretty chill until Rocky decides to provide ambience

When they go out for the bootlegging business Freckle tends to keep an eye on Ivy

If in a gunfight he tends to push Ivy behind him 

he protec~ he attack~ but most importantly he floofy

Ivy is more PDA than Freckle however he will indulge on all affection given by Ivy

Freckle sometimes likes picking flowers for Ivy and leaving them somewhere she'll find them

Ivy has all the flowers Freckle has ever given her pressed in a book in her dorm

Freckle gets flustered easily and Ivy enjoys flustering him

Freckle gets embarrassed whenever he goes berserk and Ivy sees it

Basically the has darkside x loves them anyway trope

When going out or on a date they will usually end up wearing matching clothes

Freckle likes playing with Ivy's tail

Ivy likes brushing out Freckle's fur and tracing the stripes and patterns

Dancing is uh... a struggle

First time they danced Freckle fell over

Ivy teaches Freckle how to dance

Ivy tends to whack Rocky whenever he teases them about being a couple

Freckle just gets really flustered and hides his face in his paws

When just chilling their tails will intertwine

Freckle and Ivy will sometimes just chill in the car and cuddle while Rocky does Rocky shenanigans

Ivy gets jealous pretty easily but she has healthy coping strats and just tells whoever is flirting off (its easy in the Lackadaisy because Viktor is always watching from the bar)

Freckle does also get jealous but his stems from believing that he is inadequate as a partner due to his no experience in the subject

Ivy is quick to pick up on this tho and reassures Freckle that he's doing great

Over all 10/10 couple

Very fluff

I love them so much 

I made an animation :D

Domestic Farm Fluff GhostSoap

TW: Use of Ghost and Soap’s real names, tooth rotting fluff, and my coping

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“L.T you awake?” His husband’s words filled his ears, the heavy Scottish accent lingering in the air.

“M’ not your lieutenant anymore Johnny.” Ghost mumbled sitting up in the bed, the weighted blanket felt nice as Ghost wrapped himself tighter in it. 

“Ah, yer righ’ but yer still mine.” Soap grinned, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s jaw. “Now come on we gots to work on our farm M'eudail.”

“Five more minutes luv.” Ghost’s heavy English accent thickened as he tried to keep his eyes open. However his husband had other ideas. “Oi-” Ghost grumbled as Soap flopped on top of him, the shorter man pressing kisses all over his face to wake him up. “Johnny stop.” Ghost growled as he tried to sleep.

“No can do Mo chridhe.” Soap chuckled. “Come on! We gots to go feed the hen’s and milk dem cows.”

“...Can you do that?” Ghost asked opening one eye to look at Soap.

“Simon, yer so lazy.” Soap grumbled trying to push his husband off the bed. “Come on yer lazy Gowk. Is yer turn to deal with roosters.” Soap grinned as he successfully managed to push Ghost off the bed, his husband landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

“Oh come on Johnny. Didn’ have to push me off the bed. Coulda just woke me up normally.” Ghost grumbled as he got up, his joints popping as he stretched. “You eaten already?” 

“Firs' already tried, yer didnt wan to wake up. Second yer trustin me to cook?” Soap grinned teasingly as he passed Ghost, one of his embroidered cloth face masks that just covered the bottom half of his face.

“...Never.” Ghost hummed as he looped the straps of his mask around his ears. “C’mon Johnny, I’ll go make breakfast.” Ghost decended the wooden stairacse down to the lower level of their farmhouse, the dark wooden walls comforting and warm, he loved this home, and not just because his husband also lived in it.

“Whatcha gonna make Simon?” Soap smiled as he followed after his husband watching as the larger man started to grab different ingredients. 

“Pancakes Johnny.” Ghost hummed as he poured the pancake mix onto a pan. “Sleep well?”

“Like a wee baby.” Soap chuckled as he rested his head in his hands, watching his husband cook. “Yer got a nice arse Simon.” Soap teased.

“Shut up Johnny.” Ghost looked over at Soap, “Or I’ll leave you without pancakes.” 

“Wait! M’ sorry Simon.” Soap made puppy eyes at him, pleadingly clinging to him. “Jus’ dont take away m’ pancakes.” 

“You know I can’t say no to you luv.” Ghost chuckled, lifting his mask to kiss Soap’s forehead.

“Ah know. An am gonna exploi’ it till death.” Soap grinned wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist and clinging to the taller man as he watched Ghost flip pancakes. “Yer know a love yer right M'eudail?” Soap whispered as he pressed kisses to Ghost’s neck.

“I know Johnny. I know.” Ghost chuckled, wrapping an arm around Soap. 

“Good. I think yer should remember that Simon.” Soap smiled softly as he rested his head on Ghost's shoulder. The two happily staying in their kitchen as Ghost finished up the pancakes. 

Translations~ M'eudail- dear/darling Mo chridhe- my heart Gowk- Fool