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BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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trying to figure out what a monster eats

will kill for pancakes x will give them the weapon to do it

from a youtube short I saw

tea party

Characters: My OCs, Brie and Vero
Word count: 714

Brie and Vero took the bus to a sushi restaurant. “It’ll be a nice break,” Vero said. She hadn’t said anything beyond that but Brie wondered if this could also be considered a date.

Vero had always been there for Brie. Back when Brie was Rose, a naive and weak girl, and even now, when Brie was still so weak. A weak coward who ran away.

Brie thought that they liked Vero, but they wondered if it would be unfair to Vero to tell her. It would be another thing that they put upon Vero and Brie already felt like a burden. So they kept that thought to themself because they had to be stronger before even considering confessing. They would just settle with these little moments with Vero, not-quite-dates.

When they entered the restaurant, Vero talked for them, telling a waiter that they were a party of two. They sat down at a booth with smooth, cushioned seats. Vero was across from Brie, chipper as she asked for water for the both of them.

Brie examined their surroundings. They didn’t have to order the sushi themselves. There was a revolving belt that carried plates of sushi, covered in clear domes, constantly moving past the booths at a steady pace. A little TV screen was playing music, telling the audience to insert empty sushi plates into a tray at the end of the table to play out animated scenes.

They stared at the sign that instructed people on how to take the sushi out from the revolving belt. Brie thought they got the gist of it but they felt uncertain about reaching their hand out to actually take a plate of sushi.

Vero cleared her throat and Brie glanced at her. “I’ll try first.” She reached out to a red plate with sushi on it, pinching the tip of the plate and lifting it gently. There was a small pop as the dome lifted up and Vero put the plate on table. “Pretty easy! You’ll get the hang of it real quick.”

Brie made a slight smile and nodded. It was fascinating how it worked. They never would have imagined going to a restaurant like this when they had been living in the kingdom. Seafood had been immensely expensive and rare since Brie had resided in the capital inland, far from coastal regions and the oceans.

They watched the plates float by and picked one with a little plaque saying it had salmon. With a tentative grip, they imitated Vero and pulled the plate from its spot.

It seemed like magic for a moment. But Vero had already told them that there was no magic in this world. Society had simply advanced in technology and had many progressive developments.

Brie fumbled a bit with the chopsticks but managed to grab and eat a sushi roll. They made small sound of delight as they tasted seared salmon and a dab of cream cheese with rice. Brie had come to appreciate food more ever since Vero came into their life.

They peered at her now, wondering how much they should eat. Vero waved a hand, seeming to already understand their silent question. “I just got my paycheck so don’t worry! Eat as much as you want, ok?”

Brie hesitated but nodded. “Thanks.” Vero always treated them well. Brie was determined to also take her out to a nice place to eat once they saved up a bit more money from their own job. She would say it wasn’t necessary and that it was her responsibility to take care of Brie in this new world, but Brie didn’t always want to be the one who had to be helped.

They were truly grateful to Vero for everything and they wanted to also give her anything she wanted. Brie took a bite of another roll of sushi –this one was a sweet omelet – and started a conversation. “So how was work today?”

Brie settled into this moment as Vero beamed at them and started recounting about every interesting customer she had met at her job. Brie was happy just listening to Vero. One day, they would have to go back to their old world and when that time came, they hoped that Vero would come with them too.

Edited 2025-07-05 01:01 (UTC)

Characters: My OCs, Camille and Tessa
Word count: 642
CW for religious mention (Christianity and twisting it) + strangulation (and murder)

Camille wasn’t sure when it started. It being cannibalism. She remembered meals with her family, thanking the Lord, their God, for the food they were able to eat. She remembered her mom talking about how God had made every person in His image, so each person had a piece of God in them.

Eating their flesh and blood was an act of reverence, respecting the divine. It was a way to be closer to God. For even God himself gave his disciples his own flesh and blood to eat.

As a kid, she quietly listened and ate her meals. She didn’t really care about this god back then and she still didn’t now. But the hunger persisted. She couldn’t stop eating human flesh. It was dirty and wrong and disgusting but she supposed that was befitting of her.

She was careful about the murders, picking people whose disappearances wouldn’t be noticed for a time. She cut the bodies up and preserved them so that they would last longer and she wouldn’t have to look for her next meal for a while.

This day was another day to look for food. It was the same routine of wandering the streets, scoping passersby. There weren’t too many people around. When there was no one else in sight, she grabbed a random person about to walk by and pulled them into an alleyway.

She preferred not to make any messes if she could so right now, her hands around their throat were enough to kill them.

It was time to deal with the body. But then she heard a small gasp and looked up. A classmate was standing there. The scene was quite obvious so Camille doubted she could lie her way out of this situation.

She reached for the knife in her pocket. She didn’t want to kill anyone at her school but she didn’t have a choice now if she wanted to keep that girl quiet.

Her classmate likely realized this murderous intent and ran away. Camille cursed. She couldn’t leave the corpse behind in case someone else found it and called the police. Camille shoved the body into the long duffel bag she was carrying and hauled it home.

Her hands shook as she prepared a meal. That girl, her classmate, had seen her. Camille was faintly aware of her. Her name was Tessa. Camille had only briefly talked to her. They weren’t close but Tessa had occasionally asked her questions like what her favorite flower was.

She supposed it didn’t matter if they were close or not. Tessa was going to report her, call the police or the school, tell someone. Camille sighed as she stared at the bloody cutting board. She supposed she was going to get caught eventually. Her mother wasn’t around anymore to help her either.

The next day, Camille took a deep breath and got ready for school. She walked into the classroom, wondering when an announcement would call her to the office. Or maybe everyone in her class already knew too and she’d see it when they stared at her in fear and disgust.

Someone called her name. She looked to see a classmate smiling at her like normal and asking about her day. Other classmates came up to her and struck a conversation. Nothing was out of the norm.

Camille peered towards the back of the classroom, where Tessa was sitting. She saw Camille looking and quickly stared back at her desk. Over the next couple of days, everything was the same. Tessa had not told anyone about what happened.

Camille kept an eye on her when they shared the same classes. Why hadn’t she told anyone yet? A strange feeling had been planted in Camille’s heart and she couldn’t stop thinking about Tessa. She was the only person who knew who Camille truly was.

Characters: My OCs, Esme and Adrienne
Word count: 363
CW for a bit of cannibalism and implied self-harm

Esme sat at the dinner table, watching Adrienne cook. She had gotten up to help before, only for her girlfriend to usher her back to her seat. “Let me do the cooking,” Adrienne had insisted.

So Esme stayed in her seat and watched instead as her girlfriend flitted around the kitchen, humming. “Dinner is almost done, dear,” Adrienne said as she stirred a pot of soup.

After a few more minutes, Adrienne exclaimed that it was ready and poured soup into a bowl with a ladle. She placed the bowl down in front of Esme along with plates of bread and salad as sides. Adrienne sat down across from her and stared at her in anticipation.

Esme stared at the bowl. She didn’t know what it was exactly but she could guess that it had an ingredient that Adrienne always insisted upon. She glanced at the bandages on Adrienne’s hands and wrists.

“I don’t feel that hungry,” Esme said.

Adrienne frowned. “You don’t like it? I can cook something else.”

“You know why.”

“Oh.” The atmosphere became colder. “You were fine with it before. Why now?” Esme stayed silent. Adrienne stood up, pushing the chair back. “Darling, it’s part of my love. You are what you eat and I want you to always have a piece of me in you.”

Esme curled into herself, folding her arms. “I don’t want you to keep hurting yourself for this.”

“It’s just some blood. And well just a little bit of–”

“I don’t want it. I don’t want any of it.”

Adrienne took a step toward Esme and she flinched. Adrienne stopped and took a few steps back. “I don’t understand…” Esme couldn’t bear to look at her but she could feel Adrienne’s gaze on her.

“Okay, I’ll just… put the food away for now. We can talk about this more later.” Adrienne shuffled and took away the bowl and plates.

Esme got up and walked to her room. After closing the door behind her, she slumped down and sat on the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. What was there to talk about? Esme just wanted this to end.

fill can be found here: https://discord.com/channels/1121683344661430415/1378389505379143740/1391068491380949134

SHIP: Sayaka Miki x Kyoko Sakura from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

The ding from the doorbell ringing snaps Kyoko out of her stupor.

"Oh, it's you," she recognizes the bluenette dashing through the aisles already with way too much energy for this time of night. "About time someone showed up in this place. I was damn near passed out."

"Mhmm," Sayaka nods. They've never introduced themselves to one another, but Kyoko's overheard her name on the rare occasions where she's brought a friend along. "Doesn't seem like a lot of fun, working at this hour."

"Fun? I'm just here for the money," says Kyoko. "Still, I'll take a rush hour over this shit any day. At least I can feel something during those."

"Come on, I'm sure you can find a little fun in here," Sayaka tells her. She pauses to look around. The fluorescent lights flicker, their crackle being the only noise alongside the churning of the slushie machine. "Somehow. With a little elbow grease!"

It doesn't take Sayaka very long to get her stuff, it's almost the exact same purchase every time.

"Lemme guess," Kyoko bites back a yawn. "Six-pack of Red Bull, peanut butter cups, a party-size bag of potato chips, and you want me to use the hot water to brew you some grey tea. Plus whatever you're getting this time."

The bluenette slams her basket on the countertop. "Professor announced a surprise quiz tomorrow, we don't have any time."

"Wow, must be so hard to stay up all night and get a fancy job that pays well in the process," Kyoko rolls her eyes. Her stomach somehow decides that now's the best time to growl as loudly as possible.

Sayaka suddenly takes a good look at her. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Eh," Kyoko tries to act casual about it. Her manager's a real bastard when it comes to inventory, and money's tight as it is. "I'll grab some of the expired stuff when I clock out."

"No, hold on," Sayaka's fishing around her wallet now. "What's your favorite chip flavor?"

"You're out of money, aren't you?" points out Kyoko.

"Noooooooo," despite her protests, it's pretty damn obvious. "Here, you know what? Keep the chips."

Kyoko can't get a word in against the sudden wall of blabber that Sayaka's got going on about how she'll just mooch off her roommate, Meguca or Homo or something, and then she pays for the chips and then she's gone. Kyoko blinks, a little disappointed that Sayaka couldn't stay longer. The gas station feels exactly the same as before Sayaka, giving the whole encounter a weirdly dreamlike quality. But the chips remain, and they've been paid for, so Kyoko tears open the bag appreciatively.

Characters: My OCs, Avalie and Sophia
Word Count: 537

Avalie remembered when things had changed. She was used to lying in bed with her girlfriend, Sophia, tracing over the little marks on her body. Sophia had little moles, brown dots really, on her body. There was one on the back of her neck. Another on the ring finger of her left hand. One on the back of her pinky finger on her right hand. One near her stomach. And another on her right leg near her knee.

Avalie took comfort in holding Sophia and caressing those marks. She was happy when Sophia let her. They had a fight a few days ago and she tried to forget the argument as she laid in bed with her again.

Sophia laid down with her without a word, close enough. She was letting Avalie touch her again. Avalie’s hands reached for her and she looked for those little moles.

She couldn’t find anything. A chill rose along her spine. There were no birthmarks in the places that she was used to seeing them in. There were different marks.

A faint burn scar on the back of the right hand. Another old scar on the left knee. A mole behind the left ear.

But Avalie pretended not to know. She took in steady breaths as she wrapped her arms around someone else, someone, or something, who looked like Sophia but wasn’t her. The back of the head still looked the same, Sophia’s long, soft hair tickling Avalie’s face. The scent of this body was still the same. And yet, this was not Sophia.

Avalie saw more signs the next few days. Sophia saved her favorite foods for last. When she ate curry, she picked at the carrots, the chicken, and the potatoes last. She peeled off the white, stringy bits from tangerines. When she was too full, she gave the rest to Avalie to eat.

This person was eager to eat their favorite parts first and slowly picked at the rest. They were fonder of meat and reluctantly ate vegetables afterwards. They didn’t care about the white, stringy bits. They made sure to clean off their plate, even if they didn’t like bits of the food.

To be honest, it was obvious that they were different from Sophia. It did seem like the creature was trying to imitate Sophia though. They just focused on all the big things, like her cheerful personality and her overall appearance. Not the small details like the birthmarks she had or her eating habits.

Strangely, Avalie didn’t hate it as much as she thought she should. This “Sophia” was so much more nicer, gentler, sweeter to her. She held Avalie in her arms in a comforting embrace, rubbing little circles into her back when Sophia would never have done that.

“You’re too clingy. I need some space too,” Sophia had said a week ago. Avalie’s grip on “Sophia’s” back became tighter as her mind went back to that memory.

“Hey… who are you?” At first, she thought it would be fine to pretend like everything was normal but that felt wrong. She was curious about this person too, or creature.

“Sophia” stiffened and pulled away at her. There was an unreadable expression on her face.

sneaking snacks into the movie theater because the popcorn being sold is way too overpriced

Ship: OC x OC (Joyce and Mallory)
Word Count: 480

Joyce rang the doorbell at Mallory’s house. This was the first time Mallory had invited her here. Usually, they had dates out at cafes or the movie theater or the park, etc. Joyce had the sneaking suspicion that her “girlfriend” had something she wanted to try out on her.

They were dating, sure, but Joyce did it on a whim when she saw Mallory trying to give a suspicious concoction to the most popular boy, Ben, at school. It genuinely looked like poison.

She was pretty sure that Mallory was convinced that it was a love potion and wanted to get Ben to fall in love with her. She was also sure that Ben was going to get food poisoning if he drank that abomination. Joyce had a stronger stomach so she could take her chances.

So Joyce swiped that drink instead and chugged it down. She pretended to instantly fall in love with Mallory and confessed to her right there on the spot. That way, they’d start dating and Mallory could get the romance she always wanted and the novel they were in would be completed.

Things were going well and Joyce did find Mallory actually kind of cute, despite her gloomy vibes. She would have considered being invited to Mallory’s house as a milestone in their relationship progress but she really was paranoid about the reason behind the invitation.

Her suspicions proved correct when Mallory opened the door and said she baked cookies for her. Knowing Mallory, she probably put something in them. Joyce went to the table and saw the chocolate chip cookies, still fresh and warm.

Mallory made a little exclamation. “I forgot. I have something for you. Let me go get it.” She left the kitchen. Joyce immediately looked around. Mallory had just finished so there were still ingredients lying on the countertop.

There was a clear vial of red liquid next to the sugar bag. Joyce picked it up and held it to her eye. She opened it and put a little drop on her tongue. Mallory wouldn’t use something strong.
It didn’t taste like anything, though. There was no smell either.

Joyce put a few more drops on her tongue. She was certain now. This was just red food coloring. A wave of relief washed over her and then some pity for Mallory.

How much did she pay for this? Some random person probably claimed it was a love potion. She got scammed…

Joyce peered at the vial, sloshing around the harmless liquid inside. She wondered why Mallory wanted to give her another love potion. Did she think the first one’s effects were wearing off? Joyce had been doting on her for the past week and hadn’t let up.

She heard footsteps and scurried back to the table, grabbing a cookie. After a bite, she greeted Mallory. “So what did you get me?”

Starvation

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence
Fandom: The Hotel Podcast
Relationship: The Auditor/The Hotel Herself, The Hotel Herself/The Manager

Summary: The Auditor can't understand why Madam Hotel would be so in love with someone so ungrateful.

Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67220008

Voracity

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence
Fandom: The Hotel Podcast
Relationship: The Bellhop/The Manager

Summary: The Lady of the House hungers. The Parlour Maid tempts.

Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67221646

Famine

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Fear & Hunger
Relationship: Marina/Samarie

Summary: One day, after this is all behind them, Samarie's going to cook a nice dinner for Marina.

Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67221823

Pairing: OC/OC
Word count: 4712

Link to the piece here

Pairing: Bat Spin/Roller Brawl (Skylanders)
Word count: 476

Link to the piece here

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

yet another Quick Fill

The girl at the counter remembers her order.

Six hours into the worst day of her life and too tired to really take much note of this, Winter doesn’t really think much of it until later. Until she remembers the girl at the counter is gorgeous and looked up at her over the till and said, “Espresso again, yeah?”

She rolls over in bed and buries her head in her hands. Now that she thinks about it, the girl has been — flirting with her, for sure. Maybe this is the kind of situation that calls for Weiss’s intervention.

Most situations require Weiss’s intervention these days. Winter has discovered that living, really living in a way she wasn’t before, is almost entirely unfamiliar to her. Weiss has long since learned how. She should call her and ask. She should try and figure it out. She should —

On account of it being the worst day of her life, she falls asleep about two hours into debating whether to bother Weiss or not. When she wakes up, it’s morning again and she just kind of has to continue like nothing happened. That’s the worst part.

That’s why, when she stumbles into the cafe on her break and the girl at the counter says, “Damn, what happened?” she basically crumbles.

The girl — her name tag reads Cinder — gives her a double shot out of pity. Winter doesn’t even have it in her to explain properly, but she’s sure the exhaustion in her eyes probably goes a long way.

She stays in the cafe until her break is over and then some. Cinder’s concerned gaze follows her all the way across the street and round the corner back to her office, and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t nice that someone cared at her enough to notice her distress, but she’s just so tired that it doesn’t really register until later.

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

another really quick one while i'm waiting for my bus

The guy working the ice cream stand automatically assumes they’re a couple, so they get a couple’s sundae for a discount. Cinder doesn’t bother arguing, nor does Winter. They’re not quite ready to go public public yet, but there’s no real harm in it.

This is how they wind up sitting on the pier, trying not to get ice cream all over each others’ shorts. It’s far too hot to be outside and the wind off the ocean really isn’t helping, but Cinder seems to be having the time of her life so Winter has devoted herself to putting up with anything.

“This is nice,” she says once, watching a pair of kids race back and forth along the length of the pier. “We don’t really do simple stuff like this anymore, do we?”

Cinder hums, leaning her head against Winter’s shoulder. “We should. I missed this.”

エビチャーハン! (You’re Telling Me A SHRIMP Fried This Rice?!) by Jamie Paige

"I made a home-cooked meal
Full of everything I feel
And I send my love
Through the searing stainless steel
I hope you feel the heat
'Cause you're everything to me
Have this shrimp fried rice
No more talking, lets just eat!"

Trying to recreate a recipe from scratch, with only a vague memory to go on

SHIP: Hagar x Famine from the Bible ig

She has always wanted all her life. Perhaps it should be no wonder when Hagar sees one of her master's gods, and it is the one who embodies having not.

Her first glimpse is when they're fleeing into the wilderness. Hagar is preparing food, for even though they have little, they've received surprise guests who must be treated accordingly. She's stoking a fire, waiting for the embers to be hot enough to boil water, when she sees the god.

Riding a horse black as midnight, scales clutched in her hand, the god is an ugly thing. She wears robes finer than any pharaoh's, sits upon a saddle that must cost a fortune, yet her hair is barely a few strands attached to her scalp, her skin is stretched too tightly over a wiry frame, and her eyes. Oh, those eyes. In them, there was a power beyond compare.

She reminded Hagar of how she thought she herself might look in a few years' time upon hearing her masters' decision to flee beyond civilization. Hagar doesn't think such things anymore, the same way she doesn't think about the sun rising in the morning. Now, though, she thinks about it again, and she thinks she would gladly accept such a fate in exchange for power.

"That's not enough food for four people," says the god. Her voice is raspy, that throat must be dry as the desert they're in.

What should Hagar do? She knows the rites of her master's priesthood are forbidden to women, can't recall her own peoples' ways. But it would not do to leave a god without an offering.

So she takes the cooking stomach filled with water and raw ingredients, and she holds it out to the god. "I will go without eating tonight so others may have their fill. However, they would accept share in my hunger, I am certain, if you desired our meal for yourself."

To Hagar's surprise, the god throws her head back and laughs. The music of an instrument that's never known a droplet of moisture. "It is the way of this world that the powerful find themselves escaping my clutches, is it not? How wonderful it would be to change that for a night. You tempt me. But no, those guests are from a higher power than I."

The god sticks her hand in the stomach anyways and pulls out a bit of gristle. She puts it on the scale, and she gives Hagar a knowing look before riding away. When she's disappeared, the coals are the perfect temperature for boiling.

It's years before they meet again. This time, Hagar is with child.

The god doesn't take her by surprise. She chooses to approach slowly on her mount, plodding towards her at such a rate that Hagar takes her for a mirage at first.

"My, my," the god comments. "How you've changed. Grown, even, though the world continues in its ways. The powerful don't stop at merely taking from outside you, do they?"

Hagar puts a hand over her stomach. "My master desires an heir, and my mistress took too long."

The god's eyes meet hers, steal the thoughts straight from her mind. "It's too late for you to lose it now, you know. It'd wreck your body."

Tears don't spring to Hagar's eyes. She's lived in the desert too long for that. "Then I have a few months left before I return to laboring."

"Ever the opportunist, I see," says the god. "Why don't you ask me for a favor?"

"No," it's a quick, blunt response. Rude, even. Hagar almost starts to compose herself, then sees the approval in the god's expression. "I need no evidence of your power, nothing that another person can discover, and I don't wish to be in your debt. Only- these moments between us, they will be forever seared into my memory. And nobody besides me shall have them."

And the god actually grins at her. Yellowy, rotted teeth like Hagar's own. She nods, and then picks up a handful of sand that she places on her scale.

They sit together in silence for the rest of the afternoon. The horse rests its head in the god's lap, and she allows Hagar to stroke it. Hagar falls asleep without meaning to, and when she awakens, the god is gone.

The third and final time that they meet, Hagar weeps. No amount of years in the wilderness could've prepared her for this. Abandoned by the people who'd owned her in this desolate landscape, and for what? Her son's laughter? Her precious boy, the child they'd forced on her and never been good enough, lay asleep just out of her sight. Hagar cannot make herself watch if he awakens or not.

Then, a hand on her cheek. A cold, skeletal finger brushes away her tears. Hagar looks up.

"Why do you weep, poor thing?" asks the god. "Today, your fortunes finally change for the better, and you are freed from your tormentors."

The god deposits a teardrop on her scale. Then she presses her finger to the other side of the scale. Suddenly, they stand in an oasis. The god presses her finger again, and there is a hut built around where Hagar left her son. Another press, and the scent of a ready-made meal fills the air.

"This world is content to play deaf to the pleas of the starving," the god says. "Today, it is otherwise. Speak, dear one."

And Hagar is heard.

fandom: genshin impact
ship: layla x mizuki
WC: 409

Layla is swaying on her feet as she stumbles through the curtains into Mizuki's private office.

“Oh dear,” Mizuki sighs, leaning her cheek into her palm. “Shion? Reschedule my afternoon appointments, please. I'm afraid this may require some extra time.”

Layla has long suffered from comorbid insomnia exacerbated by anxiety, which is the main reason she first started visiting Mizuki as a client, but the sleepless bruises beneath her unfocused eyes are more prominent than ever. She doesn't bother to stifle her yawn as she flops onto a floor cushion with all the grace of a sack of flour. Mizuki winces at the sound of Layla's jaw cracking, but Layla doesn't seem to react.

“How long have you been awake this time?” Mizuki asks gently, already lighting her strongest incense.

“Mmm... what day is today?” Layla counters. She's leaning her heavy head against the low table, letting her long hair drape over the edge to pool on the tatami floor. “If it's Thursday in Inazuma, then in Sumeru it's... three days and four nights, at least...”

Mizuki tuts. “You should have come to see me sooner,” she chides, though her tone remains light and soothing. The aromatic smoke swirls in the air, slowly filling the chamber with its soporific effects. “Have you been eating, at least? Should I ask Shion to bring you some refreshments?”

Layla flaps a hand in dismissal. “No, no, I've definitely eaten, I had... at least thirty? Thirty to forty...”

“Thirty to forty what, Layla?”

Layla squirms under her judgmental gaze. Mizuki waits for the answer with all the serene patience of a centuries-old yumekui-baku.

“Um... Olives,” Layla finally admits. “You can eat them out of the jar, so... it's really convenient... when you're tired...”

Mizuki purses her lips.

“Why don't I order us some takeout from Kiminami's. It'll arrive by the time your sleep session is done. I don't want you passing out from hunger, too.”

“Er... Won't that be expensive,” Layla protests groggily. “You're skipping paid work because of me, and I... I'm getting in your way... I shouldn't...”

“This isn't me speaking as your psychologist, remember? You're no longer a client.” Mizuki smiles as she arranges a thin blanket over Layla's slumped shoulders. “This is just a free perk I can offer you because I want to. Relax, and have sweet dreams.”

Layla mumbles something incoherent under her breath, but Mizuki doesn't bother asking for her to clarify. Layla is already asleep.

fandom: genshin impact
ship: mizuki x other!layla (canon dissociative identity stuff! we love to see it)
WC: 520

-x-

“Ah... I was hoping I'd get to see you again,” Mizuki says pleasantly. “Hello, Other Layla.”

Other Layla slowly sets her chopsticks down, a faint frown creasing her brow.

“How did you know...?”

“You ate the vegetable tempura first,” Mizuki points out, gesturing with her own chopsticks at the spread of Inazuman food. “Layla tends to impulsively go for any sweets first, since sugar gives her a short term boost in energy, but you're always conscious about her health and overall well-being. You put her long term needs ahead of all else. Hence: vegetables.”

Guilty as charged. Other Layla sighs, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“She doesn't take very good care of herself, does she?”

“She can rely on you, so she doesn't have to,” Mizuki replies. Her thin tail curls subconsciously around her thigh as she leans closer. “What I'm curious about is what you like. What would you eat first, if you weren't doing it for her?”

Other Layla shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting over their surroundings. They're alone in Mizuki's office, the same place they last met. The lingering spice of burnt incense hangs thick in the air, tickling her nose. A dream-eating session, then. She only fronts when Layla is unconscious, after all, and it's been a long string of sleepless nights leading up to this. It's important for Layla to get the youkai treatments she needs, but...

“I like everything she likes,” Other Layla declares in lieu of answering. “I am just a fragment of her personality that broke away on accident, that's all.”

“Is that so?” Mizuki sounds more thoughtful than doubtful, but there's an intensity to her preternatural gaze that pierces Other Layla through. “I have a different theory than you. I think you are a separate but equal personality to hers, but you've repressed your own needs to the point of denying yourself personhood – even a name. I want to get to know you.”

Other Layla scoffs. “That's ridiculous,” she says, returning her attention to the collection of white takeout boxes. “If I'm not finishing her homework, organizing her research notes, or walking her home from wherever she collapses, I'm not needed. You're the only one with the power to drag me out of her mind by force.”

“Hardly,” Mizuki says with a soft laugh. “Baku can trawl through your dreams and memories, tanuki can create illusion worlds your mind will accept as reality, kitsune can transfer your consciousness into inanimate objects – you've only scratched the surface of what us youkai can do to you. To me, you're like a fledgling tsukumogami, emerging from nonexistence to take your first shaky steps toward self-awareness. You will find that youkai are a little more open-minded than humans when it comes to what constitutes a self.”

Other Layla stares in fascination at Mizuki. Her heart is pounding so loudly she's sure Mizuki can hear it.

“I...” She starts quietly, then stops. “I need to think about this. Do you...”

“We'll see each other again soon,” Mizuki promises, touching the back of Other Layla's hand in reassurance. “I'm looking forward to it.”

Ship: Akarsha x Noelle from Butterfly Soup
Word count: 170

“The moon is actually made of green cheese,” Akarsha mumbled. At this point, Noelle was used to Akarsha’s sudden ramblings in the middle of the night. It was one of the many habits she got used to – and was secretly fond of – when they started living together.

Noelle didn’t really get how Akarsha kept thinking of these random things. “Go back to sleep.” Noelle pulled the blanket up more.

Still in a sleepy daze, Akarsha continued. “What if we have a wedding on the moon? The guests can eat moon cheese and we’ll save on money for the banquet.”

“Isn’t green cheese bad?” Noelle could only imagine moldy cheese. Green cheese didn’t sound appetizing at all.

“Frenchman, how do you not know what green cheese is? Lucky for you, I am a cheese connoisseur. Do you think blue cheese is just entirely blue too? Like electric blue?”

Noelle was not that sleepy now. “There’s blue cheese?” This prompted Akarsha to ramble about cheese until the both of them fell asleep.

fandom: genshin impact
ship: mizuki x layla x yae miko
WC: 590

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The sakura petals drift endlessly on the seaside breeze, twirling scraps of pink standing bright against blue sky and blue waters. They pile up harmlessly atop the red oil-paper umbrella spread over the picnic blanket beneath the roots of a blossoming tree.

This secluded little hill, overlooking the Hanamizaka coastline, is rarely discovered by tourists, making it an excellent spot for a date.

Miko takes a delicate sip from her sake cup before passing it to Mizuki for a refill. Layla yawns despite her best efforts not to, growing drowsy in the comforting warmth nestled between the two older women. They both pamper her so.

“My little Layla,” Miko purrs, patting a hand against her bare thigh. “You've traveled far. Come, rest your heavy head where it belongs.”

Obediently, Layla settles her head in Miko's lap, and is soon rewarded with gentle claws stroking through her hair. She shivers, going limp. Miko casts a smug look at Mizuki, who smiles primly back, refusing to rise to her bait. This, at least, isn't a competition.

“Mm... Don't let me fall asleep,” Layla mumbles. Despite that, her eyes are already closed. “I don't want to waste time I could be spending with you both...”

“It's fine if you want to take a nap,” Mizuki kindly assures her. “We just want you to have a relaxing vacation. If you have a bad dream, I can devour it for you, if you like.”

“Mmf.” Layla makes a woeful noise of assent before curling up on her side. “I have so many of those... Dreams that I forgot to do an assignment, or I broke the Akademiya's rental equipment, or I failed my thesis defense in front of all the sages, or I have to do the Interdarshan Championship all over again... At least all my academic stress can be good for someone...”

Miko bares her fangs in a teasing grin down at Layla. “You must be delicious prey, little one.”

“I'm not the predator here. Yumekui-baku have a symbiotic relationship with humans,” Mizuki explains crossly. “It's mutually beneficial. We eat your bad dreams, and leave your good dreams for you to enjoy.”

Miko drains her sake cup, then licks her lips in satisfaction. “So selfless,” she remarks to the open air. “A true martyr, taking on humanity's negativity and transmuting it into tasty snacks...”

“Remind me again what kitsune are good for?” Mizuki says lightly, whip-like tail swishing back and forth behind her. “Deception and manipulation, was it?”

“Symbiosis... Like the shroomboars in Sumeru,” Layla mumbles deliriously to herself. “The shroomkin draw sustenance from the boars' bodies, and the boars gain camouflage because the mushrooms mask their scent... Tighnari and Collei did a guest lecture about that... Pretty good... Twirly-Whirly could do that...”

Mizuki and Miko exchange a knowing glance. They both fall silent, allowing Layla to talk herself to sleep. Only once she goes still, her breathing steady and slow, do they return their attention to the sakura petals and the sea.

“Take good care of her,” Miko mutters, laying a possessive hand over the crown of Layla's head. “Her sleeping sickness does her mind no favors.”

Mizuki folds her hands in her lap and closes her eyes in meditation.

“You needn't fuss so much over her. You know you can trust me.”

“Hmph. Don't you overdo it either,” Miko huffs. “If you make yourself sick from gorging on nightmares, that's on you.”

Mizuki smiles to herself.

“So controlling, Guuji Yae. If you're not careful, someone might think you care about me, too.”

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