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I was finally able to play and finish tears of the kingdom and my first thought is that I really want to write a longer fic for my god of time link/revalink fic lmao

izuritsu soulmate au but they're not each other's soulmates

what if marks change depending on what happens between soulmates and izumi's (his soulmate being leo) has a crack/scar right through it and izumi considers the ugliest part of himself, especially bc "it exposes he's a shitty soulmate and prob shouldn't be with anyone in a romantic sense"

izumi's soulmark is on the juncture of his shoulder and neck, right where ritsu would normally try to bite people, and Izumi flinches away from him every time, but it's not bc of the bite. ritsu quietly asking izumi to let him see. he won't touch it, he promises, he simply wants to see izumi where he's most vulnerable

and at first it stays like this, with ritsu content with having exclusive right to see all of izumi, including the soulmark izumi hates so much. ritsu won't touch it, he won't soil it, he won't interfere in their relationship at all. but the more ritsu looks at it, the more frustrated—no, the angrier he gets

he shouldn't be this possessive, izumi doesn't belong to him, they aren't each other's. but he wants to bite him there, leave a mark of his own, a scar, something that says that izumi is his just as much as he was leo's in the past

basically both izumi and ritsu not working it out with their respective soulmates due to codependency, therefore being afraid of getting close to each other in the same way. if you even care.

I might as well just post my izuritsu shit here..... for the two flies on the wall who are paying attention...........

MY GOD IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE OAAARHG (trying to find the two other people who ship izuritsu)

hey hey!! I'm gonna do a sfw haino/cytham exchange over on Twitter, and I was wondering if there's anyone over here on Tumblr that would also like the event to be held on this side!! consider this a mini interest check

// (pride & prejudice au)

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"It's a waste to come all the way from Sumeru to Fontaine only to brood in a corner," Cyno says in greeting to the unsociable man with a scowl weighing on his features. He tacks a bow as well, though there's little about his approach that can be considered polite.

Somehow, the man's mood sours further. His frown is so deep his eyebrows are almost touching. He crosses his arms as he appraises Cyno.

"What is or isn't a waste of my time is no one's business but my own," he replies. His voice is as cold as the blue glint in his eyes. "What do I owe the honor of your interruption, Sir...?"

"Just Cyno is fine. Given your manners, I didn't expect you to bother with introductions."

"How you can judge my manners when this is the first time we've talked is beyond me."

Cyno wouldn't tell this man, but he had watched him flatly ignore Nilou's invitation for a dance, and the lack of response had told Cyno everything he needed to know. Nilou, of course, had brushed the issue aside, but Cyno was rarely so forgiving.

Oi oi! Olha, pra ser sincera não tenho plano pra isso não (mais pq seria o dobro do trabalho pra algo q n sei se vai vingar). Se tenho outros BRs q gostariam de ler minhas fics em pt, posso pensar no caso!

It doesn't take long for Cyno to find Alhaitham across the tavern. He's a strange sight amongst the cluster of chattering people; a lone figure huddled in the corner, nursing an empty cup as if contemplating the universe. It's not often the Akademiya personnel get together like this, but not even Cyno is alone. He's flanked by two of his fellow Matra, each with an awkward grimace on their faces (Cyno wouldn't tell them, but that reaction is exactly why he even bothers telling jokes). 

Although not unexpected, it's still odd to see Alhaitham all by himself. Not many people know him to begin with, and the ones who now recognize him as the Acting Grand Sage are too intimidated to approach.

If Cyno's being honest, it's a bit pathetic.

He murmurs a quick farewell and departs from his subordinates' side, beelining to the almost empty table. It's only when Cyno taps the table and Alhaitham feels the vibration of it that he notices Cyno's presence. Alhaitham is quick to press a button on his headphones, though not without wincing when the flood of sound assaults his ears.

"What do I owe the pleasure, General?" He drawls, just the hint only a slur on his tongue.

wait I'm pretty sure I'm behind on one drabble here fucking goddammit.......

His subordinates are just as surprised as him when they cross paths at the road leading up to Alhaitham's house. Cyno has just returned from a mission, weary from the travel, but the unexpected encounter awakens all his senses back into full alert. He eyes the Matra who was just about to cross the threshold to Alhaitham's home (the door left ajar, although Alhaitham is nowhere in sight).

It doesn't take much thought to figure out that something is wrong. "What's the situation," he demands, leaving no room for discussion.

The Matra look at each other, none of them willing to speak up. After a few beats of awkward shuffling and terse silence, Cyno's demeanor grows colder.

"Tell me what brought all of you here," he says, chillingly quiet. "That's an order."

The Matra stand straighter. A woman--the person lingering at the door, as well as one the bravest among his subordinates--takes a step forward. She can't quite meet his eyes.

"The Grand Scribe has been reported missing for... quite awhile now. The Matra were asked to take over the case just this morning."

Cyno stares at her. His tongue feels numb, his fingers grow cold.

"...Alhaitham?"

It's obvious who they meant. No one else holds that title. But Cyno needs to hear the name, needs that last bit of confirmation. The Matra nods her head, and the rest look away from them, a pained wince escaping them.