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deltas-writing-corner · 8 months

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uuuu +,+ can I pleas have fungus for Malleus

maybe where mc is lonely bc she misses her familly and she is longing for some type of affection 🥺

Malleus Draconia:

Fungus - loneliness that causes the search for comfort in anyone.

You had been told to never wander into the woods alone.

The gentle sounds of the wind rustling branches and leaves was all you heard as you walked along the rocky little path just on the edge of the looming doom known as the Misted Moons Forest. Most nights when the moon hung bright in the sky there was still a distortion, as if a mist surrounded it in a comforting embrace. You had never thought it particularly scary but according to the elders, the moon used to shine bright unimpeded until a year before you had been born.

There had been whispers about your birth, that it was actually a curse meant for the town, but your parents had been well-liked up until you came into creation. You don’t remember being treated poorly while they were present, but even adults whispered within your earshot when your parents were busy elsewhere. A cursed child, a wicked child, who were you and why had you come to be?

Things only got worse for you when your parents were set to go on an adventure. They had apologized for it’s abruptness, holding you as you cried for them, begging them not to leave you behind. They promised they’d be back within a month, two at the longest, but you couldn’t ignore the forlorn looks on their faces as they started their trek with only the clothes on their backs. You had seen them reading a variety of books in the previous days, with words too difficult for you to read but you could make out a handful of them.

Bargain. Deal. Vow. Breaking. Mercy. Begging. Forgiveness.

You could never piece together the sentences, never able to understand what had plagued them and what had plagued your tiny little town. But you knew the moon was mentioned, and you think your mother had said once before that there was a child born of the moon every year, turning into a monster upon its eighteenth birthday, cursed to a destitute life in the scary woods just behind your house. You had thought it was just a story to scare you, and you still thought that, just because you had taken to walking this path so long you had yet to see anything scary yet.

If there was a person in there, you would’ve seen them, right? They would tempt you with honeyed words or perhaps a promise too good to be true but it tugged at your heartstrings too much for you to deny. You couldn’t think of what they may offer you for you to take such a chance but now that you had lived without your parents for so long, years, if the creature had promised to let you see them again, to let you have a family once more…

Thinking about the old tale your mother wove was what led you to the forest that night, and soon temptation struck. You had lived without them for awhile now and had continued living by their rules, yet you knew there’d be no consequences. They’d never know if you stepped foot into the woods, they would never have to know. Because you would never tell them, and you would return in one piece and that would be the end of it. You’d prove to yourself that it hadn’t been the woods that swallowed your parents whole and then you’d be able to continue waiting patiently for their return.

Your first step is careful, but the following ones are confident, more confident as you continued to stride forward. You checked behind you every now and again, able to see town, then suddenly not, but you could recognize the path you had made in the dirt. You should turn around, at least your brain was telling you it was the best course of action, yet there was something compelling you to go deeper. You were already here, so why not keep going? Your parents would have been home already if they were arriving tonight, so what was a little more adventure?

The forest grew darker as the trees curved in, blocking out the moon, leaving you in a panic. You wanted the light back, needed it back to feel safe, and catching a sliver of it in the distance had you breaking out into a run. There was a clearing up ahead, moonlight shining down brightly as the trees parted to allow it in.

You find a man who looks like he could match your loneliness, kneeling on the forest floor and peering up into the sky like it may offer him a gift at any moment. His eyes are piercing as is the point of his ears, but the horns atop his head draw your attention the most. They look finely crafted by the gods, long and smooth, your eyes following each curve until they reached the tip. You had the inclination to reach out to touch them, to run your thumb along the hardened surface and get a real feel for them.

You’re interrupted by the shifting of the forest behind you, a small white rabbit darting out of the bushes and into the open field where the stranger with horns rested. He gave it a quick glance, fingers running along it’s fur; you almost thought he’d snatch it but he allowed it continue on his way, watching as it dived back into darkness on the other side of the meadow.

You take a step into the light, and its your turn to get his attention.

He stopped kneeling when he saw you, eyes widening briefly; you’d also be shocked to run into someone a mile deep into the woods. He seemed to be looking you over for any signs of a threat, his mouth curving into a smile as he realized you would do him no harm. He towered over you, and though he was covered head to toe in a fine black robe, you didn’t doubt there was at least the hint of a muscular body.

“What is your name?” He asked smoothly, eyes softening as he waited for you to approach him. You did so at his question, suddenly feeling… safe. You told him your name without another moment of hesitation.

It was like a precious treasure to him now.

“You may call me Malleus.” The implication that this was not his real name intrigued you, head tilted in curiosity though you wouldn’t voice your thoughts to this stranger. With horns. The horns should really freak you out more, yet they’re so beautiful. “What brings you here tonight?”

“…I was just on a walk. I was looking for my… parents…” You don’t like that your mouth is moving without your consent, this stranger now knowing how vulnerable you were. “They left on a trip a long time ago and I haven’t seen them in a long time. And the other townsfolk… They don’t like me much.”

“How awful of them. I know a thing or two about being disliked without reason.” He approached you now and you continued forward, pausing only when you were inches away. “Could I see your hand?”

“I… why…?”

“It simply looks like you need someone to hold it. Do you mind if it’s me?” He tiled his head, mimicking your earlier movement perfectly, “We know each others names. We aren’t strangers any longer, are we?”

You reached out as if to touch him and he took your hand first, leaning down to press a kiss; you’re surprised by their coolness, expecting something warm like his hands but the shock died down the longer he held your hand.

His eyes looked as if they were beginning to glow.

The promised one.

The one promised for him, to him.

“Come with me,” He whispered, clawed hand gently stroking your cheek; you’re worried he might cut you but Malleus is showing great care, only touching your face with the dull side of his nail. “I will never let you be lonely again. Can you promise the same to me?”

The logical answer would be to hightail it out of there, to not promise your life away to a stranger, but it had been so long since you’d felt this type of comforting touch. So long since you had been wanted, since the look you were given was one of kindness rather than suspicion and disdain. Would your parents ever come home? Would you ever see them again? There was no guarantee in a world like this. So, if someone had approached you with something like this, a vow that would be sealed with magic so it could quite literally never be broken, what were you supposed to do?

The moon was clear once more, the mist dissipating as if it had never been there at all.

Your parents, lost due to magic, unable to find the correct path home until that very night, return to an empty home.

But they had no need to fear.

Because you were where you truly belonged now.

A place where you’d never feel lonely again.

#not my writing #hhhhh this was such a fun read!!!

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deltas-writing-corner · 9 months

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Hii! I know you are in semi-hitaus rn but are you not writing because you don't have anything in mind/people dont request or are you just taking a break? or are you still active at least??

I got work and school going on rn. I plan to come back after I graduate and get settled into a new job, but I cannot guarantee it may go that way. I still write but mainly in private

#asks

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deltas-writing-corner · 1 year

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WHISPERS TURNED INTO FLOWERS

what kind of flowers do they gift you on windblume? do they accompany them with other loving gestures?

kaedehara kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, venti, shikanoin heizou, albedo, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, childe, kaeya, zhongli, kamisato ayato, arataki itto x gender neutral reader.

word count: 1.5k total.

content: pure fluff.

reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

KAZUHA who presents you a bouquet full of flowers originating from every nation you’ve visited together (adorned with his signature maple leaves, of course): windwheel asters from mondstadt, their vibrant color reminiscent of your smiley lips; glaze lilies from liyue, the same color as the sunny sky under which he loves waking up beside you; sakura blossoms from inazuma, their sweet fragrance an imitation of the taste of your honeyed lips; nilotpala lotuses from sumeru, shining like a shooting star he’d wish upon, asking it to let him make you happy for the rest of your days, and then, some more. and well, wouldn’t it be romantically irresponsible of him, to not accompany this gift with a most tender kiss? the scent of spring and autumn dancing together wraps around you when you taste his lips.

XIAO whose cheeks match the setting sun when he bashfully gives you a fresh qingxin. his hands tremble, his sun-kissed skin from the trip to jueyun karst, hot when his fingers brush yours. molten amber eyes widen the instant your fingers travel farther up his hand, intertwining them with his. and oh, how tender he looks the instant you place one of the flowers behind the yaksha’s ear and he buries his head in your shoulder. the sunset’s glow envelops you both in a warm blanket of gold.

SCARAMOUCHE who grabs your hand to take you to what he deems to be ‘a spot with less insects’ (namely, annoying people. in truth, somewhere with the most breathtaking scenery known to mankind). the moon is high in her zenith, the infinity of your love for each other vaster and wider than the indigo clouds above. when you sit down on the cool grass, a vibrant sumeru rose lands in your lap. and though frequent, this particular one is light years away from your usual rose: its petals go from violet to baby blue, regal and overflowing with color, exuding an addicting and mysterious fragrance. a mirror image of the man sitting beside you. “keep it or throw it away… i don’t care.” he mumbles, carmine petals blossoming in his cheeks.

VENTI who can’t keep his hands off you. holding yours, playing with your hair, hugging you… the anemo archon seems to have found an angel he will never let go in you. then: “you have something caught in your hair.” he chuckles, as he ‘removes’ the object. “see? much better.” venti singsongs, making you face a nearby shop window. an unavoidable smile tugs at your lips when you catch sight of the cecilia he’s placed in your hair. a kiss to your cute boyfriend’s soft cheeks is in order, you think.

HEIZOU who wants to surprise you and make you swoon. however, his glinting eyes and mischievous smile reveal he’s hiding something, and quite literally, at that, with his hands positioned behind his back. but even the sharpest detective can turn into a fool when he’s in love, for, with a little pouting and whining on your part, he shows you. a delicate bouquet of cherry blossoms and peonies is carefully relied to you. a fleeting kiss to the corners of your lips and familiar hands brushing the hair away from your eyes leave you breathlessly joyful, and utterly enamored.

ALBEDO needn’t worry himself with finding the perfect flower, when he can create it for you. what kind of alchemist would he be, if he wasn’t able to do something so simple for the one he loves? and that’s how, under monstadt’s full moon night, the chalk prince takes you aside, arm around the small of your back, guiding you to the outskirts, where large trees provide enough shadow to drown the city-lights. there, in his open palms, lies a gilded crown of blossoms, luminous in the penumbra of the late winter night. carefully, you cradle it against your heart, as your prince leaves a tingling kiss to your jawline.

CYNO doesn’t know a brighter sun than you, therefore, wouldn’t it be fitting to choose orange blossoms for you? its nectar is said to be intoxicatingly absorbing, in the same way cyno can’t take his eyes off of you. there’s a sense of endearment, you think, in getting to witness the stoic general mahamatra with a dusting of red in his bronzed cheeks, voice bashful, tone flustered, when he gifts you the precious blooms. you giggle internally; what will be his expression like when he sees the new TCG back cover you’ve gotten him for his deck?

ALHAITHAM thinks azaleas are the closest to hold a candle to your beauty (because he knows nothing can quite compare to you and all that you are to him, even if he doesn’t always express it). so, when you stare out your inn’s window longingly, waiting for the acting grand sage to finish reading, a striking perfume pulls you out of your daydream. there, by your side on the windowsill, lays a perfect assortment of red and fuchsia petals. you turn around, holding them in your hands, at the same time your lover steps towards you, smirk on his lips and arms around you. the air coming in through the open window could never be as warm as alhaitham’s embrace.

KAVEH is a man of romance, preferring and taking pleasure in the finest things in life. and the most exquisite kalpalata lotuses fit this occasion perfectly. one for gestures of grandeur and charm, the architect invites you to dine with him at good hunter during your travels in mondstadt. twilight skies and warm illumination make you look like an ethereal masterpiece. leaning over the table, kaveh’s lips grace your cheek, a perfect sky blue lotus passing from his hands to yours. fireflies seem to dance in your eyes when you gasp and smile up at him, returning the kiss to his lips instead.

CHILDE who is willing to move heaven and earth to get you the most beautiful daffodils ever seen. a vibrant golden, akin to the light you put in ajax’s eyes; their petals tender, as the azure sky of early spring under which the harbinger cups your face, ocean eyes completely entranced by your adoring gaze. when he pulls away and produces the bright bouquet, he is convinced he’d rise the white flag in every battle, and lose every war, just to catch a glimpse of your upturned lips. and so, he kisses you again.

KAEYA and the sweet words he uses to, in first place, ease his nerves; and secondly; to distract you from the little envelope he’s trying to conceal from you. “kaeya! what are you hiding?” you laugh, attempting to peek around him to see what’s got him acting so carefully. he just smiles, enigmatic, much like the starlit woods you walk through. and because he is irresistible and you may love him a little too much, you let him be, sighing in exasperation but with your sweet smile shining through. then, as the hours near deep midnight, you reach the place where grass meets snow, a grand view of the frosted mountains of dragonspine stark in the starlight. “happy windblume, beautiful.” the cavalry captain whispers before leaning in. you have to hold the calla lily he’s just given you tight in your hand to avoid dropping it when he kisses you.

ZHONGLI awaits your arrival under a silent crescent moon. he sits at one of the tables outside angel’s share, nursing his warm tea. golden eyes scan the sky blue petals of the glaze lily poised across from him, in front of the sit he’s saving for you. in these quiet minutes, the ex-archon reminisces. moments, from eons past to the day his endless path crossed yours. the call of his name in the voice he reveres and adores pulls him out of the bittersweet memory. “have you been waiting long, li?” you ask, lips in a crescent brighter than the one above. “not at all.” he smiles back, gesturing with his hand. “i saved you a sit, my dearest.” you, and flowers and the moon. that’s all he needs.

AYATO guides you by the hand to cider lake. night has fully set in, artificially made stars lining the cobble-stone streets of the city of freedom. you are intrigued and happy. it is not often that the head of the yashiro commission gets to go on vacation, after all. at the point when lamp-light merges into reflections akin to small suns floating in deep seas, he carefully takes you into a small path, carrying you both to the shore. there, soaring delicately, is a single white lotus, almost like a moon swimming amidst a mirrored ocean of stars. the kiss ayato leaves on the side of your neck feels like a mid-summer night’s light rain.

ITTO who has prepared a picnic in the outskirts of mondstadt (with the help of his gang, and, of course, shinobu). who would have thought, the mighty arataki itto would ever smile so dopily when he observes your eyes widen at the setting. right now, your happiness is more important than winning any onikabuto beetle battle. and it is thanks to shinobu’s prompting whisper (the girl is making sure the gang don’t cause too much of a ruckus around), that your boyfriend places a bright pink dendrobium in your hands. its color matches the oni’s face when you plant a soft kiss to his cheek.

#not my writing #fav ❤️❤️❤️

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deltas-writing-corner · 1 year

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morning routine / hayakawa aki

morning routine with boyfriend aki.

pairing: hayakawa aki x gn!reader

genre: headcanons / fluff / domestic

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

soundtrack: link

☆ Mornings with Aki are quiet and serene, soft moments between the two of you stolen before daybreak has even unfolded, with only the faintest hues of yellow spilling through the gaps in the curtains. Aki treasures every one; he longs for nothing more than to spend each day's new beginning by your side.

☆ Aki tends to wake up earlier than you, usually well before his alarm is set to ring. The chill of the early-morning air has already settled upon his room; the mattress shifts slightly as he turns, and he finds your form in the dark, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest. Your limbs tangle with his under the velvet sheets, his heartbeat syncs with the rhythm of your own, and the way his figure curls around yours is perfect, as if he was always meant to be right here.

☆ As you begin to wake, you can feel his warm breath fan over your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. The haze of sleep begins to fade from your head, and when your eyes flutter open, your vision slowly coming into focus, you find that Aki is already staring at you, admiring your face with a gentle smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. His voice is weighed down by lingering drowsiness, deep and rough in his throat when he asks you what he always does first thing each morning: Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?

☆ Aki rubs slow circles on your back with his palm while you tell him about your dreams, if you happen to remember any. More and more rays of sunlight peek through the blinds, bringing brightness and warmth to the dim, monochrome bedroom. Aki listens intently to your every word, using this time as an opportunity to adore you before the day has even really started. You're wearing his clothes, his shirt; you smell like him, even more than the sheets do. Like the rich scent of his cigarettes and his familiar laundry powder.

☆ He reaches up to click off his alarm when it rings, but he opts to sink back into bed with you, for just a few more minutes. Your enveloping warmth, the gentle sound of your breathing, your arms holding his body tightly: it makes him never want to move, but when you prod him with your elbow, groggily mumbling something he almost doesn't catch — C'mon, we have to get up — he ends up dragging himself out of bed with you, albeit a little reluctantly.

☆ You keep your arms around his chest as he slides the balcony door open, the curtains fluttering when they're met with the breeze, his hair gently rustled when the wind tugs at the strands. The sun's glow blooms over the cityscape, and the air smells fresh, sharp. Aki turns to you, grasping your chin between his fingers, and he gives you the first kiss of many for today. His lips are pillowy when they meet with your own, and he kisses you tenderly, replacing the last remnants of sleepiness with a steady fire in his heart.

☆ Before he does anything else, Aki trods to the kitchen, flicking on the stove and giving the burner a chance to heat up while he handles other tasks. You can hear him humming to himself in the kitchen while he grinds coffee beans, singing something he heard on the radio when he thinks you're still in bed and won't hear him; you'll never tell him that you do, nor tell him about how pretty his singing voice is.

☆ You stifle yawns while Aki washes his face, icy cold water cupped in his palms, his arm linked inseparably with yours. His bathroom is small, so you find yourselves pressing closely to one another, arms tangled when you both reach into the cupboard at the same time, standing shoulder to shoulder so that the both of you can look in the mirror. Aki squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto the bristles of your toothbrush, then onto his own, and you make stupid faces at each other's reflections while you brush your teeth.

☆ If you plan on showering, Aki runs the water early so it can heat up, and he makes sure a towel is set out for you, folded nice and neat. He listens to the drum of the water as he applies lotion on his face, he draws hearts in the fogged up mirror as he brushes his hair and cleans his piercings, and he wraps the towel around your shoulders once you step out, placing delicate kisses on your bare nape, droplets cascading down your skin.

☆ Aki always brews coffee first thing in the morning. He'd love to pour you a cup; over time, he memorizes exactly how you like your coffee, how many lumps of sugar you want, how much creamer you need, and if you like for him to add a bit of milk or a drizzle of honey. It becomes second nature for him to fill your mug alongside his own.

☆ Steam curls up from the rim of the mug, warmth radiates over your palms from where you hold it, and when you take a sip, heat pools in the pit of your stomach, made even warmer by Aki's quiet whispers into your ear: Is it good? I think this is the best I've made in a while. Let me know if you’d like me to make you some more.

☆ Your mug next to his on the counter, your toothbrush and his own sharing the same cup, your slippers mixed up with his on the rug in front of the balcony — It feels like home, your soul intertwined with his space. Aki finds a sense of comfort in this, in being able to spend every morning with the one he loves, the one who brings him peace in this chaotic world — Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

☆ Aki will cook you whatever you'd like to have for breakfast, taking breaks each time he flips a pancake, or between each egg he cracks to give you a kiss on the cheek. He tends to skip breakfast himself, although you can convince him to eat with you if you prod him enough. He'll prepare both of your plates, filling his own with something light, and he'll sit across from you at the table. He adores the way your face lights up once you've tried a bite of his delicious cooking.

☆ You join him on the balcony when he has his morning cigarette, your head leant on his shoulder as he strikes the wheel of his lighter with his thumb. When a small flame brings the end of his cigarette to life, he inhales deeply, tilting his head away from you to exhale the smoke. The nicotine soothes his nerves, and causes his muscles to relax.

☆ When you ask him if you can have a hit, he carefully brings the cigarette to your lips, instructing, Breathe in. Your fingers brush over his own when you hold the cig to keep it steady. Something about the way you take a hit from his own cigarette, the way the end of it glows as you inhale, the way your eyes seem to soften from the nicotine rush. Then, the way you look up, breathing wisps of smoke from your mouth into the pale, cloudless sky — Aki's heart flutters in his chest, and he's quickly leaning in to kiss your lips while he absently flicks the stray ash from his cig.

☆ He'll drag you into his lap while he goes over the morning paper, his free hand squeezing your waist, your nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The city is slowly starting to come to life, cars in the streets below honking when the traffic stalls, the sun casting Aki in your cool shadow — The rays illuminate you, a fuzzy, angelic glow on the edges of your form, framing you in honey-dipped light. Aki can't help but look at you and sigh deeply, softly muttering, You're so beautiful. I can't believe I get to call you mine, my pretty angel.

☆ As you sift through your half of the closet, Aki looks through his dresser. You change out of your pajamas side by side; if he's not paying attention, sometimes you can steal his clothes and surprise him when he turns back around.

☆ You watch intently as he expertly ties up his hair in his usual topknot. Sometimes, if you're lucky, he'll let you help him, or he'll show you how to tie up your hair in the same way. He enjoys playing with your hair, and he refuses to admit it, but he likes when you mess with his, too. Your fingers threading through his scalp make him feel tingles prickle over his spine and his shoulders. If you comment about how cute he looks in a new hairstyle you've fashioned him with, his cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink, and in the future, he's coming up with excuses to get you to do his hair again.

☆ Aki gives you plenty of words of reassurance, well before the day is set to begin, so you can start off on the right foot each and every morning. He likes to believe that each day is an opportunity to put the previous one behind you, and a chance to make something good out of what you've been given. He's forever grateful to begin these brand new days beside you. I love you so much, more than I could ever hope to tell you. Let's make today the best we can, alright?

#not my writing #fave ❤️❤️❤️

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deltas-writing-corner · 2 years

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NO ONE CAN DENY THE SOFT GOJO ALLEGATIONS!!!!! love is his sole weakness!!!!!!!! he loves his friends he loves sweets he loves parks he loves animals he loves fashion he loves talking to people too much! thank you for your time

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deltas-writing-corner · 2 years

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a reminder

sometimes the first of the fatui harbingers, the director, need to remind those that are below him in rank who is really in charge, who holds all the cards, and who fucks their favorite little attendant the best. as a reminder.

contents: pierro x reader, childe x reader, fatui agent!reader who is afab and gender neutral, Dubcon, Power Imbalance (Reader cannot say no to their boss/leader/almost religious figure but is enjoying themselves), fingering, oral (reader to character), rough sex, biting, marking, reader is referred to as a 'beautiful' and a 'toy', reader is described as smaller than Pierro but no other terms are used, Childe Gets Cucked(tm)

a/n: this took me a really long time and has made me super anxious but fuck it. we ball. i hope you enjoy it, i'm pleased that i managed to keep going with it when my brain told me to quit.

Tartaglia, the youngest harbinger, sometimes should be brought in line. He is never egregious in his actions nor is his loyalty ever doubted but all must be reminded of their place.

That is what Pierro, the first and leader of the harbingers, believes and it is what spurred him into action this evening.

Of course he noticed how Tartagila chased you, hunting you down at any moment to tease and torment you. It was no secret to anyone else either, that you were the favored attendant of the 11th harbinger, that he touched you whenever he pleased, tugged at your clothes to catch a glimpse of you, pulled on your hair, and always had his eyes set on you the moment you appeared in the room. You were his distraction and it was becoming something of a nuisance- especially when Tartagila would pout if you were assigned somewhere else for too long or when he was denied permission to take you abroad.

It wasn’t as clear if you returned those affections either, because even if you didn’t there isn’t a possibility you’d ever deny one of the harbingers something they wanted. When Tartaglia touches you too much or asks you a risque question, you light up red and stammer out a placating response. Pierro wondered if Childe had ever coerced you to his bed and claimed you yet– for surely if he wanted to he could have you. You had no right to say no, to him or to any of the Harbingers.

Which is how you ended up in this predicament, standing before him. Your expression partially was hidden with the mask you wore, as all of your station did, but your lip trembled. You would never refuse Pierro, the first Harbinger and the one all answer to. When he first addressed you and ordered you to his office, to say you were terrified would be putting it lightly. The fearful and worried glances that your co-workers cast at you. The atmosphere chilled you more than any ice in the Tsarita’s realm but like a good, loyal member of the Fatui you nodded and replied with a quiet “Yes, My lord.”

What were his intentions with you in the beginning? He had wanted to punish Tartagila for getting too loud, too cocky, a reminder of the low rank he placed. To get rid of you, to harm you, or give you away as a reminder of his place in the pecking order.

But there is something to you, Pierro notes. Perhaps he can find himself agreeing with Childe’s infatuation with you, as he examines the nervousness in your form and the curve of your body even in the uniform.

His intentions change drastically the moment you stepped into his office and the door had shut close.

Despite the nervous energy you exude, you keep your posture strict and your head lowered. Pierro sees the way your throat bobs when you nervously swallow and await what he has to say.

He lets out a huff of air as he resigns himself to his decision and removes his elaborate cloak, draping it over his desk chair. It feels far too intimate for someone like you to witness; yet you cannot help but take in the way his clothes frame his broad shoulders and form. You would never deny that you believe him to quite handsome, and your heart beat quickens at the thought.

He settles behind his desk, hands clasped over one another, and his visible eye not covered by the mask is as cold as the never melting snow.

“You are trembling, like a petrified rabbit.”

You swallow a yelp that threatened to escape and came out only as the smallest of squeaks that undoubtedly he picked up on– indeed you were like prey. “I am sorry, Lord Harbinger.” You manage out and he is slightly impressed by your ability to keep your voice as even as you did.

“No need,” He takes in your form and you shiver, feeling the way he studies you, thinking him to be scowling and not imagining what he wants to do to you first. “You are right to fear me. It shows you know your place.”

“Thank you, Lord Harbinger.” You wince at how fast the words tumbled out of your mouth.

“There are others who would be… in need of a reminder.”

You blink, confused before he beckons to you with a flick of his hand. “Come here.”

You are breathing hard as you approach his desk, closer to him than you or any of your comrades have ever been to the director. Your steps are tentative and cautious, and you stop just before his desk but he beckons you again, a harsher, irritated, gesture that makes fear crawl through every nerve and you stumble forward.

He is satisfied when you are standing right in front of him and his chair. Your posture is straight as possible and it feels like your heart is threatening to burst. Despite that you stand over him, the aura that surrounds him makes you feel impossibly small.

“Tartaglia. You are often assigned to him, correct?”

There is a slight tilt to his lips as he watches you stiffen, watches you react as you panic. You believed you were to be punished for fraternization (albeit unwillingly, you are simply a loyal and dutiful attendant to the younger harbinger)

“I-”

“The Childe is so easily distracted by you,” Pierro says and while you dare not make eye contact with him, his gaze is starting to make you feel heat in a way that you should not in this frozen land, not in front of the first of the harbingers. “I believe… I understand why, now.”

Your mind can’t process the words he just spoke, all fog and heavy until you feel a large, warm hand slide over the fabric of your uniform. You feel like you’re falling off the tallest peak, You think it’s a trick of your mind until you look to see his hand around your hip, sliding along your curves.

“You will not deny me.” He speaks it as a question but every aspect of him tells you it’s a demand. You nod your head vigorously.

“Of course, Lord Harbinger. I would never.”

He hums in agreement, a deep sound from his chest, and he’s tugging you closer to move you to him until you’re touching his knees. He manipulates you with ease, positioning you until you are sitting across his lap. You don’t dare to touch him so your hands sit idly before he pulls them to his shoulders.

You are not sure if anyone has ever been this close to Pierro and lived to speak of it. You’re not sure if you will live to speak of it.

Where you are unsure and timid, Pierro is confident in what he wants. His hand cups at your hips to pull you closer onto his lap and his other hand grips your chin so that you look at him.

“I do not desire a mere object, so do give me your best efforts.” His hand then moves to slip the mask off your face, showing him your nervous eyes and flushed cheeks.

For a moment, you worry if your bare face is not to his liking; insecurity flaring up inside you. But then he pulls your chin in and presses his lips against yours. You stall but only for a moment, remembering his words and parting your lips to let his tongue inside, to let him kiss you as he pleases.

You would never think that you would be in the lap of the First of the harbingers, kissing him and tasting his tongue; which you found to taste sweet and you leaned into him to have more. You had thought if he was going to use you as Tartaglia does, he would simply have you over his desk or against the wall and would not care to caress or kiss you. But instead, he is sensual with his touches and seems more interested in making you melt under him.

You fear you are a participant in some sort of punishment but the way he handles you is more of a reward than anything else. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt and you whimper into his mouth when he angles your head to the side to have more access to you.

When he pulls away, you are flushed and heaving; your lips swollen and wet. His expression is dark with desire as they watch how helpless you become.

You try to form words, to say something, but all that comes out is panting. His hand slides down your chest, fingers methodically working at the buttons and clasps of your uniform’s shirt. The moment there is enough give for him too, he slides his hand into your shirt, easily slips under your undergarments, and cups at your breast. Although gloved, the mixture of the chill air and the heat from his hand makes your back arch and thighs squeeze together for just a bit of relief.

His thumb rubs gentle circles over your nipple that sends heat throughout your body before he is opening more of your shirt until your chest is bare to him. The cold air and stimulation have your nipples hard and he returns to toying with them just a bit longer before he removes his hand.

Pierro holds his hand up to you. “Take them off,” he orders and you obey with a quick nod for you do not think you could make any words come from your throat right now. You slide the glove off his hand and before you even know what to do with it, his thumb is pressing down at your lip to make you open, and then his fingers are in your mouth.

His gaze on you is intense and he is mesmerized by the way your spit coats his thick fingers. You make a mental note of his pleased hum and lick and suck on the digits in a deliberate way to show him just how well you would take care of other parts of him.

And, clearly, this was a correct move because his lips part ever so slightly and his fingers push deeper into your hot mouth. You tighten your lips around them and suck, fluttering eyelashes as you dare to look up at him. A Squeeze on your waist and the throb of pressure beneath you tells you it is to his liking.

To know that he desires you makes you feel hot all over, makes you ache. You would never believe yourself to be worthy– and still, you do not– but you do not wish to disappoint him.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, spittle following in a trail from your lips. His hand that had been holding your waist moves up your back, causing you to lean back and he is soon pulling at the buttons of your pants. He is far less careful and slow than he was with your shirt and you can feel the thick pressure that is pressing hard against your ass with every movement you make.

As soon as he is granted access, you find yourself gasping out a plea, for his large hand engulfs your cunt and is harshly palming and rubbing at you over your undergarments. He watches your expression so intently, as you gasp and writhe and squirm on his lap. You feel your hand that is around his shoulder get tangled in his hair, and you babble out an apology that comes out not nearly coherent enough– especially when his thick finger curls and presses so easily against you over the thin fabric that is soaked with your slick.

“So wet,” he comments, tone low and husky as he watches how you pant. “Aren’t you chilly?” You have no idea how you could be when he is making you feel this hot all over. “Spread your legs.”

You do as you are told and are rewarded by him slipping under the fabric that covers you and teasing your entrance with his middle finger. You whine, you roll your hips against his hand shamefully but he does not seem to mind. Instead, the hand supporting you move to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. His mouth captures your cries so hungrily as he sinks his thick finger inside your heat.

The wet sound of his finger thrusting in and out of you is so, so loud to you– despite your loud panting and whines and the sound of Pierro working against your mouth. He bites and sucks at your lower lip and you’re lost in the sensations he gives you with each deep thrust of his finger.

“What a good little thing you are.” He murmurs against your lips and a lewd moan escapes you, the loudest noise you’ve made. And he is so entertained by your reaction to his praise, another slight curve to his lips, and more so when he slides a second finger in and the sting brings tears to your eyes.

“Does Tartgalia bring you this much pleasure?” He asks, his pace increasing until he is thrusting in and out of you at an unbelievable pace, palm occasionally pressing down on your swollen clit that pulses pleasure through you. “Has he ever made you feel this good?”

“N-no, no–” You gasp for air, lungs empty and your heart race as you find yourself hurtling towards your peak. “No, never– Not like you, My Lord-” One hard press of his hand has you breaking apart and he watches with rapt interest the way your moans escape and your eyes shut and your head falls back— the expressions you make are wonderful indeed, he thinks. His fingers slow their thrusting as you ride your high out, clenching so tight around him and coating his hand and thighs with your arousal. But he doesn’t seem the slightest put off by this, pleased with how you fall apart in his grasp and the control he has over you.

Although it seems so… wrong to you. You are panting, feeling the aftermath of such an intense orgasm, and are being held by a man so high in power it’s dizzying. You can feel how hard he is and the first emotion to rise is guilt. Shame.

“My… my Lord Harbinger-“ you are so breathless, the words are hard to form. “May I please submit a request?”

Pierro lets out a chuckle, a deep rumbling noise, at your professionalism despite your state. He leans into you, casting hot breath over your lips when he asks; “What is it?”

“Let me bring you pleasure,” Your hand grips his shirt, such a bold move from you but you need to steady yourself. “W-with my mouth- on my knees. Please.” It wasn’t right, you think, he should be using you and you should be pleasing him.

“So eager.” He said before kissing your lips once more, his palm rubbing between your legs just a bit more before he releases you. “Granted.”

You feel unsteady and your legs wobble as soon as you stand and the way his hands stabilize you by holding onto you makes you yearn for him- year to please him. So you are quick to kneel down to him and make your way between his legs.

He leans back in his chair and is pleased at the sight of you working at his pants— on your knees, desperate to have him in your mouth, to please him and worship him. Pierro is not one to display his desire so blatantly, but still he groans when he feels your hands touch his aching cock, hard and wanting.

You note how large he is, how thick he is. Dread creeps up in you as you imagine if he intends to take you with it. It would split you open and you can't tell if the thought of it arouses you or terrifies you— with determination you set out to make him cum with your mouth so that you may escape such a fate.

Your hands grip his thighs, feeling the hardness of his muscles, as you lean in and give him a tentative lick on the head– and you hear the slightest sigh from him and feel a hand find its place on the top of your head. He doesn’t grip your hair or force you down, he simply rests his palm as you slowly lick and kiss his cock.

It’s shameful how much this makes you ache, even after you were so generously given pleasure from him, but to know that he is hard after kissing you— that he wants you and is having you… It makes you feel like nothing else in the world and you channel that in determination to please him the best you could.

One hand wraps around his shaft as you wrap your lips around the tip and you look up with half-lidded eyes to watch his expression. He is watching you but you can see the flush forming on his face, the way his eyes are so dark with need. The salty taste of his precum fills your mouth as you suck on him, taking in more and more of his cock.

It is so big and far too thick, your jaw aches with how much you open for him and drool mixed with cum drips down your chin. Your eyes shut tightly as you feel tears start to form but you do not give up your efforts, taking in as much as you can. When he hits the back of your throat and you try your best not to gag, you whimper around him and a louder groan escape him and his fingers curl in your hair– you know you are doing good.

Only the best for your Harbinger.

Sliding back until his cock releases from your mouth with a slick pop, your hand glides over his cock with ease thanks to the fluid that coats it. A long lick to the thicker vein along his cock and you take him back in your mouth, as far as you can, and his hips cant up into you.

Another glance up to him and his head is lolled back against the chair, his eyes shut, and he is taking shallow breaths, and oh you want to reach down between your thighs, where you are aching so desperately, at the sight of it. But you have already been selfish, you think, you must serve him more.

You quicken your pace, even as your jaw stings and aches, bobbing your head up and down faster and faster, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, suck, and suck; to bring him to his peak so that when–

He yanks you by your hair and you are pulled off his cock, and you cannot prevent the cry of pain and shock you give out. You see his chest is heaving now and he is staring at you and his cock twitches and throbs- flushed red and glistening, denied its release.

Had you thought wrong? Did you not please him as well? You attempt to apologize, but your voice comes out as a rasp and your throat is sore. You feel fear crawl into you at the thought before he releases his grip on your hair and motions you to stand.

“Strip.” He commands. While breathless, he does not lack for his dominating presence and you are removing what is left of your clothes faster than you ever have before.

Your body shakes and you’re not sure if it’s fear or the chilly air or both, but you are obedient and await his next command. He rises from his chair and in a flash, his hands take your shoulders and you are spun around until his chest is warming you and you’re being bent over his desk.

You shudder, anticipation mixed with fear, and your hands grip at the edge of his desk as you brace yourself for what is to come. Hands– now both bare– roam up and down your body, your breasts to your stomach and hips. Squeezing and feeling every inch of you.

“You are,” You feel the tip of him press against you, so thick and already too much, and you whimper. “Captivating.”

He splits you open, slow and shallow thrusts as you take him in bit by bit. His girth is far more than anything you have ever experienced and shameful cries escape you. You bite at your hand in an attempt to silence yourself but he bends over you, his body much larger until you feel his hair tickle the back of your neck. His hands planted firmly on the desk next to your shoulders.

“You need not silence your cries, I find them to be quite pleasing.” And he thrusts harder, too much of him going in, and you jolt again the desk and cry out. Every cry and sob that comes from you makes his cock twitch inside of you, and when he bottoms out in you you don't think you've ever felt this level of fullness.

He slides out, then again thrusts back into— harsh and with a resounding slap against— and soon he is fucking into you hard. Every hard thrust makes you jolt and your thighs sting from being slammed into the edge of the desk over and over. He is panting and grunting from atop you, the way you cry out and your cunt clenches around him makes him almost lose himself in you. He bites and kisses your skin, leaving mark after mark. Hands dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. He aches to spill himself inside you, to fuck you full, to feel you cum on his cock.

But then there is knocking at his door. You freeze under him in terror but he is expecting this, he does not relent. Instead his thrusts become less deep, slowing to grind against you instead, and he straightens and stands while you’re still wrapped around him.

“Enter.”

You are chilled to the bone, terrified and embarrassed as the door swings open, and whoever is will see you in such a state–

You are met with the wide-eyed, shocked expression that decorates Childe’s face.

“Tartaglia,” Pierro greets without stopping his thrusts, using his grip on your hips to slam you back against him- to make you cry out and watch as Childe winces. “You’re late.”

The door shuts behind Childe, whose eyes do not leave your trembling, fucked out face. His eyes reflect no light and bare no emotion but you can still see how he winces at every small whimper that escapes you.

“Apologies, Director.” His voice has the slightest quake to it and you can’t bare to keep looking at him, not with the way Pierro’s cock in you feels and hits at a spot inside you that makes you cry out and drop your head down. “I was caught up.”

You cannot silence your moans even as they talk to each other; the sound of wet sound of him fucking you and the smell of your arousal cannot be ignored. Pierro once again yanks your head up by your hair, forcing you to face Childe once more. A rough thumb circles your clit and you cry out.

“Our attendent is quite wonderful, Tartglia. I believe I’ve come to share your fixation.” Pierro states as if appraising the way your cunt squeezes him. “So beautiful, and so very obedient.”

You blink away the tears in your eyes and see Childe’s strained face, the jaw his jaw is set tight and his fists are clenching, and– oh, the beginning of the bulge in his pants.

“My dear little one,” you whimper at the pet name, “Who fucks you best?”

You can’t even begin to think, your mind is lost, and you cry out “You, my lord Harbinger- You, the Director- You, Pierro- You.”

“That’s right.” And you are rewarded with more strokes to your clit, a harsher thrust until you are flush against him, and you break once more. Pierro shuts his eyes tight as you cum against him, cunt sucking him in and the fluid that gushes out of you, and he does not stop the rocking of his hips. “I hope,” His voice is hoarse, breathless. “Our Childe will learn that, of Who comes before him. The one who is in control.”

Childe watches as you come apart on Pierro’s cock, as you grip at the desk and wail and make expressions he’s never seen. Watches you writhe in pleasure from someone who isn’t him and isn’t someone who he would dare go against.

He sucks in a harsh breath. “I understand, Director.”

“Good. I’ll be generous and let you have your toy,” Pierro grips your jaw to pull you back up and sucks a kiss on your neck, loud and wet and leaving another, darker mark, and looks back to Childe. “Just remember who owns it. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

You’re fucked out, your mind is gone, drool and tears coat your face and you simply nod weakly in his hand. That curve to his lips is there again, and there is agony painted on Childe’s face as you respond.

“Of course,” Your voice is reduced to nothing but a sob, breathless and weak. “My Lord Harbinger.”

#not my writing #🔞#YOOO I AINT EVEN LIKE PIERRO BUT HOT DAMN 🥵#THIS AINT CRINGE WRITING THIS IS KICKASS WRITING

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so, I've been writing reader-inserts for the better part of 15+ years. in that time, I've really come to learn how absolutely critical inclusivity is with this particular niche. If you're not purposefully trying to give the reader-character specific attributes (e.g. physical features, race, body type, gender) for the sake of storytelling, commissions, or other reasons: keeping these details nondescript or omitting them entirely is crucial to creating the best immersive scenario for your readers.

there were a couple of writing communities I was pretty active with in the late 00's and early 10's where, every reader character was almost always presumed 1) white 2) cis female. most of those communities were diverse as well, and more than once, I had friends tell me how exclusionary it felt to them bc they weren't able to immerse in the story bc the reader-character was very, clearly white.

why does it matter? because, "soft, milky white skin", "pink/bright red/rosy [whatever]" are pretty aggressively a kick in the gut when you're trying to tot around your reader-insert as something for everyone.

it is INCREDIBLY possible to create reader-inserts with character's lack all physical descriptors, gender indications, and are essentially completely blank slates bc I've seen it done, and I do it myself. does that mean that some of my upbringing as a white female in the U.S. doesn't sometimes seep through? def not, it happens, but i take the responsibility of creating truly gender-neutral, "blank" readers very seriously.

that being said, no one can control what you choose to or not to write. please just be cautious of how you present your reader-characters to people.

these details matter to your readers, and if you're going to say your character is "for everyone"- it needs to represent that claim

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i am Sorry to the ppl who followed me for my writing and are now stuck with 1000 posts of various bullshit per day

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princess reader x rival prince getou brought to you by my covid fatigue and the rabbit hole that is POV Youtube shorts made by a girl named Andrea

"Give it back, Suguru!" You wailed, running after the boy a few years older than you. In his gross little hands was your favorite doll, something that he loved to steal from you whenever your family came across the mountains to visit.

"Come get it, princess!" He sneered, turning around just long enough to stick his tongue out at you before running even faster through his family garden. Frustration built up in you and you had to fight to keep the angry tears at bay, you didn't want to give him another thing to tease you about.

"Ow!" Tripping over a gnarled tree branch sticking up from the ground, you made contact with the dirt and grass before you knew what was happening. You could feel the freshly watered grass seep in through your playsuit, staining your tights and the light blue fabric.

Suguru quickly skid to a halt upon hearing your cry of pain, nearly slipping himself from the force. Seeing you let out a exasperated sigh and plopping onto your butt, he relented and went to you.

"Here. You're such a baby." Dropping your doll into your lap, Suguru crouched down and grabbed your hands, wiping them off with his own and giving you a once over.

"Jerk!" Shoving him away, watching him fall flat brought a wide smile to your face. "That's what you get." As he stood up, you saw the stain of mud on the seat of his pants.

"Whatever."

"(Y/N)!" The bellowing call of your name brought you out of your daydream. Snapping back to reality, you were brought back to the sensation of your maid brushing your hair back and fixing your crown on your head.

"I'm coming!" Rolling your eyes at how impatient your father was, you took a look in the mirror. The dress that had been made for you for this night was stunning, a beautiful off the shoulder ballgown with every jewel in the kingdom sewn into it, dangling and catching the light magnificently.

Standing as soon as you were done, you made your way to the hall. This was the first time your kingdom was hosting a ball in a very long time; since you were a child. There had been a war raging oversees, something you weren't directly involved with, but all your allies were. It had caused your father to lose hair and sleep, and this was the way he made up for it.

"There she is." He beamed at you as you made your way down the stairs, having you take his arm as soon as you made it to him. "The most gorgeous girl at the party. Second only to your mother." Shooting her a sly wink, he guided you to the doors of the ballroom. The noise from the other side was raucous and it filled every nerve with excitement.

Your father gave a slight knock on the door, there was a shout and everything fell silent. One of the court attendants cleared their throat, and as the doors opened in front of you, you were announced to the crowd and welcomed with a round of applause.

"(Y/N)!" As soon as you could, you broke away from your father and the people trying to welcome you and ran to your friends, erupting in a fit of giggles and gushing over each others dresses.

"Did you hear? Tell me, did you?" One of them excitedly jumped up and down, looking over her shoulder a few times.

"What?" Your attention was captured immediately.

"Getou and Gojo are here!" That made your excitement dim and your shoulders fell.

"Just what I need, the two boys that teased me my whole childhood." If your fathers weren't as close as brothers you'd have nothing to do with them. Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed.

"Oh get over it, (Y/N)!" Slapping you lightly on the shoulder, you were soon being led to the refreshments table. "Haven't you seen them recently?"

"No." Grabbing your first of many drinks, you winced slightly at the alcohol tinging your throat. "Last I saw of them was when they were both ten and trying to cut my hair." The memory of being chased with scissors by them was still fresh.

"Well, they're totally hot now." Clinking her glass with yours, your friend attempted to find them in the crowd. "Darn, where are they?"

"Probably in my fathers war room." Rolling your eyes, you just knew that they were probably making up stories of how they helped in the war.

"We'll find them later, let's go dance!" And just like that you were swept away into the crowd, surrounded by a gaggle of other princesses in their fancy partyware dancing the night away.

Every so often, one of them would point and tell you to look, that there's Getou, I can't believe you missed him! It was hard to believe that they fawned over him when it felt like just yesterday you were having tea parties and complaining about cooties.

Somehow, one drink at the beginning of the party led to five, ten - too many to count. The party was beginning to blur, all the whirling and twirling you did as you danced with anyone that you laid eyes on. Sure, you ate and drank water as your mother told you to, but you couldn't be stopped from letting loose just like your father had.

After having quite an energetic dance with one of the earls of your land, you found yourself out of breath. Stumbling out to the balcony, you leaned against the stone railing and embraced the cool air.

"You put on quite a show, princess." A voice said from behind you.

"Isn't it grand?" You replied, still riding the high from the dancing that had just taken place. Your eyes were fixed on the stars, and when the voice laughed, that's when you turned.

You could blame the drop of your jaw on the alcohol running through your system as you made eye contact with the stranger before you. Dressed in a deep purple kimono with flashes of gold striking through, was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. Inky black hair in a bun, held together with a ribbon the same purple shade, strategic pieces of hair framing his face; large stretched ear lobes and a sharp jawline, you didn't notice when his hand came out.

"If you'd be so kind, princess." The slight flick of his chin was your only cue and you swiftly brought up your hand. He grasped it firmly in his, and you made eye contact as his lips made contact. Your body erupted in a hot flush, a violent swirl of emotions ripping inside you. "What a lovely expression." Fixing you with a smirk and flashing his canines, the man slowly let go of your hand, hooking your fingers together for a minute before letting go.

"I-I-I-" Struggling to form words, you gripped the stone behind you, it being the only thing keeping you tethered to this moment. Laughing softly behind his hand, the man offered you his hand again.

"Why don't we sit?" Nodding dumbly, you followed him to a stone bench. Trying not to fall as you sat down, you caught a whiff of his cologne.

"You smell amazing." With your inhibitions gone, you weren't afraid to say such a thing.

"I wore your favorite cologne, just to get you alone."

"How do you know my favorite cologne?" Giggling slightly, you turned to him.

"Well, I do now." Bumping your shoulder, the man smiled back at you. More giggles came from you as you slightly leaned against him, pushing your chest out just a bit more.

"What's your name?" Just as the question left your lips, you heard your mother call for you inside. Like a puppet on strings, you shot up on unsteady feet and called back to her that you were coming. You knew better than to keep your mother waiting.

Shooting the man a sympathetic smile, you bolted and went back to the party, where you were paraded around for your mothers friends to see how you'd grown up.

Meeting back up with your friends, you resumed drinking and dancing. The man you'd just left was still in the back of your mind, but the infectious energy of the party was too much and it overwhelmed you easily.

Hours passed and you had the best night of your life, dancing and showing off parlor tricks you'd learned throughout the years. It felt good to entertain again, you wanted to be remembered.

It took ages for the party to begin to wind down, it was well past midnight when the first few guests started to leave. The people closest to your family were invited to stay at your massive villa for two weeks to catch up, and each family had their own private wing.

"(Y/N)! Lets go take this makeup off, my feet are killing me!" Most of your friends were nearly passed out drunk in the couches and chairs dotting the edges of the ballroom, and they were trying to get you to leave.

"Just a moment!" You'd been looking everywhere for the man from the balcony, and you finally found him at the edges of the room, talking with a bunch of high brow military men from a kingdom you couldn't remember. Stumbling over, you not so gently tapped on his shoulder.

"Why, hello princess." All attention was turned to you as the man addressed you. He seemed to loom over you, his height and piercing gaze intimidating in any other circumstance.

"D-do you..." Worrying your lip, the tips of your fingers brushed against his kimono. "Do you mind if I steal a kiss?" Looking up at him with innocent eyes, you ignored the chorus of snickers behind him. "A little...souvenir? Can I steal it from you?"

"(Y/N)!" You could hear the scandalized gasps from a few friends just a few chairs away. One got up and tugged on your shoulder, attempting to get you away.

"Of course, princess." It was almost painful how softly he grabbed your hand and thread your fingers together. Taking a quick glance at your friends behind you, he began to lean down.

"(Y/N), no!" Pulling you hard enough to make you stumble back, your friends grabbed hold of you. No way would they be the ones to explain to your mother why you were kissing princes, especially at such an extravagant function as this.

"Do you not recognize who that is?!" Patting your cheeks, they pointed at the man you yearned to kiss.

"What's the issue?!" Growing agitated, you finally looked around at who the man had been talking to. You caught sight of a pink haired man with tattoos all over his face and another who looked just like him and a few nondescript generals. What truly caught your eyes was the lanky man just a few steps behind him, with bright blue eyes and wild white hair.

"Satoru?" Your eyes widened, and when Satoru gave you a wave in response, your heart stopped for the millionth time that night. "Then this is..."

"Nice to see you again, (Y/N)." Suguru grinned, winking at you.

"Oh god..." Reality came and hit you hard; the fact that you were so openly flirtatious with a man that you could only describe as a pestering older brother when you were younger and the fact that you were going to kiss him was all too much and your knees buckled.

"Lets go." Stopping you from tumbling to the ground, your friends gathered around you like a flock of birds and began to usher you away.

"Do you still want that kiss, (Y/N)?" Suguru called out, teasingly trying to grab your hand.

"Well-" You couldn't even get the thought out before you were whisked away and out of the ballroom. As you were escorted through the halls, your group couldn't stop from chattering.

"I can't believe you were so flirty with him!" Was a sentiment echoed back and forth.

"Since when did Suguru get so..." Trailing off, there was a swirl of emotions in your stomach. "So hot."

#not my writing #ahhhhh i love this 🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️#royal aus are my jam #fave ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiii!! I love your work and I have an idea! How would jjk men react to a situation where reader got some real happy news and subconsciously jumps on them out of happiness and kisses their cheek and runs away....IN FRONT OF EVERYONE HAHAHAHAHA

Like how would they deal with everyone looking at them cause everyone else OBVIOUSLY knows who they have a crush on.

Thanks and have a lovely day 💕

Itadori Yuji

Yuji is already a touchy and expressive guy so he barely even processes your behavior as out of the ordinary. He was just more happy that you were sharing your excitement with him. That you enjoyed him enough to think of him first about your happy news.

He is all happy and jumpy with you and automatically holds you when you pounce on him. Yuji doesn’t start malfunctioning until you kiss his cheek.

He turns bright red and is still processing if you had really just done that as you’re running away. His hand grazing over his cheek where he can still feel the ghostly touch of your lips.

His peers are laughing and pointing at him, teasing him about how red he got and that they’ve never seen him so flustered. He just tried laughing it off and playfully tells them to shut up.

Yuji can’t focus on anything else for the rest of the day. His mind keeps wandering off to the thought of you kissing him. And this behavior definitely doesn’t slip past his friends either.

Megumi Fushiguro

Teasingly tells you you’re being too loud but can’t stop himself from smiling from seeing how happy you are. He also is super touched that you thought of him first when you found out about your happy news and practically ran to him to update him.

Let’s out a groan followed by a small chuckle when you jump on him but immediately holds you. His grip tightening a little because he doesn’t want to let go and wants to hold you against him a little longer, even for a split second.

When you reach up to kiss his cheek his whole body goes rigid and his heart drums against his chest. Heat immediately rising in his face and a prominent blush spreading across his cheeks. Shouts at you when you start running away.

His friends are laughing so loud to see him so flustered and keep teasing him about it. He aggressively tells them to shut up and storms away to escape everyone’s gaze to allow himself to cool down.

Toge Inumaki

Toge hypes you up even more, he’s extremely supportive about whatever you’re happy about and loves that you came to him first to tell him.

The biggest smile is on his face and when you jump on him, he holds you tight and brings you in closer to him. When you kiss him on the cheek his eyes go wide and stared at you. He’s giving you a look of disbelief and is processing if you had just done what he thought you did. You run off before his mind can fully wrap around it and is standing there in a daze.

Panda wastes no time to tease him and laugh at him. Talking about how lovestruck he looked from getting a kiss from his crush. Keeps talking about how that’s the first step and next is a committed relationship. Toge is slowly getting more and more red as he tries to shush Panda with his limited speech.

Yuta Okkotsu

Super happy and matched the same energy with you. A big smile on his face as you blather on about your happy news. He holds you like it’s nothing to him and a usual occurrence when you jump on him.

You kiss him on the cheek and his face immediately turns a bright red. Let’s out a little squeak of shock and stands there frozen as you run off. His classmates are laughing their asses off over how red and dazed he is. They also keep joking about how dense you must be if you haven’t realized yet how hard this man is crushing on you. Yuta is so obvious about his crush on you because of how nervous and giddy he gets around you and only you.

Nanami Kento

The cutest little smile on his face as he stares at you in admiration as you excitedly tell him the news that made you so happy. His heart swells from how extremely cute you look to him right now.

Nearly spilt his coffee when you jumped onto him but would rather catch you and stop you from falling instead of his coffee. Holds you tightly around your waist but tells you to not act like that at work. (But in the kindest way)

You peck him on the cheek and he stands there frozen. He can very clearly hear his own heartbeat in his ears and he feels his whole body start to heat up. Watches you run away and groans out, thinking how unfair of it was of you to fluster him like that and then just run away.

Glares heavily at his coworkers for laughing and pointing. Gojo’s laughing the loudest and nearly rolling on the floor with tears in his eyes. Kento just “tch’s” in annoyance and leaves the room

Gojo Satoru

Hyping you up as well and matching the same energy with you. Super happy that you’re happy and gladly turns off his infinity to let you jump on him. Holds you tight against him and his smile widens.

You peck him on the cheek and run off, leaving poor, flustered Satoru a mess in the staff’s lounge. His hand reaching up to touch the spot where he swears he can still feel your lips. His heart pounding against his chest as his body heating up from embarrassment.

Looks back at his coworkers to see them pointing and laughing and it makes him even more flustered. He just points right back at them and tells them to shut up.

Geto Suguru

Such a cute little genuine smile on his face. His hands tucked away in his sleeves as he just admires how cute you look going on about telling him the good news.

Easily catches you and holds you when you jump up on him and lets out a small laugh, warning you to be careful not to fall. His hand tightens around you, savoring the feeling of you being so close to him. You kiss his cheek and run off and his eyes widen. His gaze watching you as you run and he calls out your name to try and bring you back.

His heart is thumping loudly against his chest but he manages to keep his blushing at bay. He turns to his family to where his two girls are pointing and laughing. Nanako taking pictures of his flustered form on her phone as she laughs loudly. He warns her to delete the photos before he takes her phone away for a week.

#not my writing #fave ❤️❤️❤️

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deltas-writing-corner · 2 years

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Twisted Wonderland (beach ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images

Game notes • How to Play

Please use a browser other than Google Chrome to play because the GIFs always lock onto their first frame on Chrome. Safari and Firefox work, please try those

If you're on mobile, screenshot the gifs either as a set or individually

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deltas-writing-corner · 2 years

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unless it's you. [ gojo satoru x reader ]

✾ warnings: just gojo being a menace (affectionate), pure fluff

✾ synopsis: gojo satoru is surprised to hear you've never dated anyone before, and delves a little secret of his own to you by accident.

"WHAT."

"what?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE NEVER DATED ANYONE BEFORE," gojo half yells, causing a few birds to scatter nearby.

"exactly what i said." you reply, amused by his reaction. sure, he was dramatic, but this seemed a bit extra, even for him.

"no way." he stops and narrows his eyes at you, trying to get a reaction. it does not work. you meet his eyes coolly, struggling but succeeding to contain a grin.

"not everyone is you, satoru." you pick up your pace. "men don't rain from the sky and land at my feet begging for my hand in marriage."

"are you saying women do?" he questions, easily catching up with a few strides of his long, slender legs.

"im saying, oh he who alone has been honoured by the heavens, that you're generally considered attractive and i'm not." you peer at him suspiciously. "why is that so hard to believe? i'd be more surprised if you told me you've never dated anyone."

gojo stiffens. if it weren't for his body language, you might not have caught on.

"yeahh that would be crazy, am i right?"

you stare at him. he adamantly averts his gaze, looking anywhere but at you. slowly, a sadistic grin climbs onto your face.

"are you telling me that the gojo satoru has never dated anyone in his life?" the opportunity to tease gojo is rare to come by, and when it does, taking any less than full advantage of it would be a crime.

"that's the exact opposite of what i said," gojo huffs, a red hue creeping up his neck. "besides, what's so wrong with that? i'm 'the strongest', not 'the most romantically experienced'."

"SO YOU ADMIT IT." you declare with triumph, bursting into a giggling fit at the last comment. did he have to clown himself like this?

"I DO NOT." gojo insists, waving his hands about in the air. "it's a fact, i'm not confirming or denying anything."

"whatever you say, satoru." you humor him, reaching up to pinch his cheek.

"you don't believe me," gojo pouts, subconsciously leaning into your touch.

"is it my fault you practically admitted it?" you fire back, internally melting at how cute he looked.

"NO! I DIDNT!!" the blush reaches his cheeks. "and you have no proof anyway."

"satoru, everyone trusts me. i don't even need proof."

there's a short silence.

"dON'T YOU DARE TELL ANYONE." gojo bursts.

"I'M TEXTING SUGURU AND SHOKO-" you claim, at the exact same time.

there's a pause as you each process what the other said.

you bolt first.

"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU BETTER RUN." gojo calls out, not far behind you.

you cant outrun him. you know that. you decide to give him a good chase anyway. maybe he'll-

your train of thought is interrupted as strong arms wrap around your torso, tackling you with ease.

"did you think you could get away?" he whispers, his deep voice resounding near your ear. you flush at the proximity. whatever smart answer you had originally planned to retort was long gone from the confines of your thought process.

in your dazed state, you're barely aware that he snatched your phone, until he takes a step back and sticks his tongue out.

"you and your long, stickbug-ass limbs." you mutter at him. "it's not fair."

"life isn't fair." he grins. the stupid grin that infuriated you so; the stupid, beautiful grin that you adored so.

"shut up, led-lights-for-eyes." you say half-heartedly. you stick out your hand, gesturing for him to return your phone. "i won't tell shoko and suguru," you sigh defeatedly.

gojo smiles. "i knew i could count on you~ i'll tell you a secret in return, though." he leans in once more. you hold your breath in anticipation.

"your mom." whispers the smug little shit. this is his victory.

"GOJO SATORU I SWEAR I WILL-" you rage at him, aiming a kick at his legs. he evades it gracefully, almost as if he knew that's what you would do. he grins mischievously at your animated reaction. god, you were so cute.

"you'll what?" he challenges, at ease knowing you would never harm him.

"i will steal your kneecaps." you say, not missing a beat.

gojo blinks.

he then starts laughing. a laugh so genuine, so blissful, that you stand there entranced for a minute.

"you're so fun to mess with," he remarks fondly, smiling at your pouting face.

what he doesn't tell you is that he didn't want to date anyone, unless it was you. he loved you; as much as it was wrong of him to do so, he loved you truly and dearly. with you, he feels whole.

he also doesn't tell you that shoko and geto already know his little secret - he just didn't want them to know that you found out, as it would result in endless teasing and wounding of his ego.

#not my writing #awww so cute 🥺

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