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nagazmulagan · 5 months

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DISTANT RIVER. 🫧

...i still feel the chill

as i reveal my shame to you...

it just seemed that no matter how far he'd go, all roads eventually brought him to you; his river of life, overflowing with desire and unexplainable glow. in his eyes - you were a deity, and he; a mere follower. and yone was about to show you once again how you should be treated for the whole eternity.

— heartsteel yone x reader smut, established relationship, reader is afab, kinda modern au, kinda kpop related activities, a little bit of praise and teasing, missionary, kitchen counter fucking??, kinda sequel to my previous post, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, mentions of cervix fucking, sweet aftercare, sweet yone, i just love yone, not proofread.

an: this wouldn't exist if one of you anons wouldn't compliment my work!! thank you for the support and i love you so much. i hope you will like this one as much as you liked the previous one 🫶 btw i wrote this late at night before sleep lol also i kinda feel that the end is meh

"you're going on a tour? again?", you sighed, looking at your significant other with annoyed gaze. "you've already been on a few. is this really necessary?", you asked, grasping yone's hand and pulling him towards you, and he lowered his gaze. "i'm sorry, love. i have no control over it, and if it were up to me, i wouldn't go. but i cannot just ditch my work, sugar", yone said, caressing your cheek with his free hand.

"i know, i'm sorry, i just don't want you to be far away from me for such a long time", you replied, leaning into the idol'd touch. it was hard for you to accept the situation. no one would be satisfied if they had so little time with their beloved as you did with yone. you supported him, obviously, occasionally scolding him because of his training and work ethic, which made you spend less and less time with him. yone always tried to make up for the time lost, though. if he was somewhere overseas, he brought you every souvenir that he'd think you like or anything that reminded him of you. he also texted you almost all the time when he was staying longer at the studio to create a new masterpiece with his band members.

yone placed a light kiss on your forehead, stopping your train of thought. "i'm going to leave tomorrow morning and probably be back in two weeks. i feel bad about leaving you here all by yourself.", yone said, taking both of your hands into his own and placing another feather-like kiss to the tip of your nose. you sighed quietly, looking right into his eyes. "then i'd like to make as much as i can of our time together.", you whispered, letting go of his hands and closing the distance between you two.

you kissed yone. and through the kiss, both he and you could feel the yearning and longing that you've felt. the swordsman's hands travelled down your body, caressing every curve he found. he held your chin and deepened the kiss, making you release a quiet moan, which now made yone sure about your intentions. he pulled away for you for a second, his gaze meeting yours. yone placed his forehead on yours, swiftly kissed you again, and then he picked you up by your tights, squeezing then a little harshly, which made you hold your breath.

you wrapped your limbs around him, letting yone support your weight entirely. where he was heading - you didn't know, but your first good guess was any sturdy surface; and that happened to be the kitchen counter. and as soon as yone placed you on top of it, his lips found the way to yours once again. he kissed you with such a fervour that you could barely keep up with breathing. you placed your hands behind his neck, and he moved his mouth on your cheek, making a trail of kisses to your ear. "then i shall make it so remarkable that it will be the only thing on your mind for the next week.", yone whispered right into your ear, the he lighly nibbed your earlobe.

yone wasn't usually the type who would talk dirty in bed - he would praise you most of the time. but when he did, then oh boy; you'd practically feel a whole ocean flowing down from your center. and this time wasn't different - barely one sentence almost made you soaked in your own juices, and yone didn't even touch you properly.

the idol moved his kisses down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse slowly at the same time. he was so delicate - like you'd break if he pressed too hard. after he was done with the buttons, he gently took the clothing off you, and threw it onti the floor; which was unusual. yone was always proper and a perfectionist, so this action made you realise that he wants it as badly as you do.

with the new uncovered area, the swordsman was quick to get his hands all over yours, his touches getting more and more impatient. he massaged your arms, never stopping his assault of kisses down your body. his mouth stopped at your bra – a pretty, red laced piece. yone, realising that the bra is the only thing keeping you hidden away from his lusting gaze, with just a swift move, torn your bra off. "hey, that was one of my favourites, yone!", you exclaimed, which only made him chuckle. he placed his head between your breasts, his hands sliding down to your waist. "and i can buy you thousands of them. though, i definitely prefer to see you without anything keeping your beauty from me, darling." was his only reply before his tongue latched itself on one of your nipples and his teeth brushing over, which made you moan. yone didn't want to leave the second one unattended, so one of his hands started to knead gently the flesh and pinch your other nipple.

you can't deny – it felt amazing, but it wasn't enough for you now. if he was supposed to be gone for so long, you wanted him to be in each and every part of your body, until your senses and thoughts would become only yone. he seemed to realise this, too. after a while more of tending to your breasts, he pulled back to take a good look at you and your exposed upper body. and you swear that the bewildered look on yone's face was something you'd cherish forever. the swordsman could admire your beauty for hours – but he knew that he'd better start tending to the other parts of your body; for example, your pussy.

yone could tell that the cotton fabric of your panties and the jeans have been slowly becoming uncomfortable, his first instinct was to take them off you as quickly as possible – and he was just about to do that, when your hands stopped his antics. he pulled away from you, once again, worried that he'd crossed some kind of boundary. "am i moving too fast? i'm sorry, love, i-", you shut him up quickly, placing your palm over his. "no, no, absolutely not. that is not the case. it's just- i will be naked soon, and you are still fully clothed..", you said, suddenly bashful. yone felt as if a weight was lifted of his shoulders – if he'd ever hurt you, that was something he would never forgive himself for.

but yone understood your request – you wanted him to strip too. he quickly undid his top and bottom, revealing his well defined muscles. he looked just like a greek god, if not better; you've never seen anyone look as perfect as he did. a creature without flaws, he was, ready to serve you and make every of your wishes come true. "i suppose that now i can match you, right?" you whispered, still ogling his chest. in that aspect, you were no better than any of his fans.

desperate for this to move further quickly, you quickly unbuttoned your pants, taking them off very fast with yone's help, along with your socks. now all that was left on you were your laced red panties, matching with your bra. yone smirked, and teased you. "it's almost like you'd expect this to happen." he moved you to the very end of the counter and kneeled before you, placing his head between your legs. with your panties still on, he began placing butterfly kisses and a few hickeys on the delicate skin of your thighs, bringing himself closer and closer to your core, when the burning feeling was beginning to feel overwhelming. and when he finally slid the last piece of attire of your body, you took a deep breath as yone opened your legs and, as if he was testing the waters, gave your pussy one, swift lick.

"yone", you breathed, feeling the heat finally being taken care of. he sucked your clit hard, occasionally going lower and plunging his tongue into your hole. his mouth felt so good, and the way yone was keeping his eyes on you made you get lost in your own pleasure. "you taste so good, sweetheart, i could spend hours between your legs", yone groaned against your cunt, and you just moaned in response. yone seemed ti be satisfied with this. but when you thought this couldn't get any better, his tongue focused solely on your clit, while his fingers slowly started to pump into your hole. now this was just pure bliss – and it didn't take long for you to come.

you moaned his name, your fingers getting lost in his hair, pulling the loose strands into every direction. yone let you ride your orgasm on his tongue and fingers, and when you were done, he made sure to clean you up good with his mouth. the bare sight of this almost made you come once again – yone was just so effortlessly hot. and when he was satisfied with the outcome, he dragged his mouth up through your clit, tummy and chest, arriving finally on your neck, where he placed a small kiss. yone closed the distance between you again and held you close to him, his hands caressing your figure once more.

and as good as it felt – it wasn't enough for you. there was something primal, something deep inside of you that just made you realise that you want his cock buried deep inside of you. "yone, please.", you pleaded, only for him to respond teasingly. "please what, love?", he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. "please fuck me, yone. i want to feel you inside me." you whimpered – and that was all yone needed to hear.

he hoisted you up into his arms once again, this time heading to your shared bedroom. and when you arrived, yone gently put you down on the bed. he took of his boxers, revealing his hard member. it wasn't your first time together – but seeing his length always made you impressed. even his cock looked good; this man had absolutely no flaws. yone obviously noticed that you're staring, but he didn't seem to mind. he slided his hand over his dick a few times before joining you in bed, positioning himself and flicking the tip of his member a few times over your clit, making you release a few quiet moans.

"love, are you ready?", he asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and lips, respectively. "always.", you replied, bringing your hips down just so you could feel his cock again. and you didn't have to wait long – soon, yone began thrusting into you with a steady pace. he was girthy enough to deliciously abuse your g-spot and lenghty enough for his tip to kiss your cervix. you couldn't stop your moans – after all, why would you? you wanted yone to know just how good he makes you feel. every time you at least breathed sharply, yone thrusted harder; that's how responsive he was to every sound you made.

all you could focus on were yone's groans and sharp breaths and your own pleasure. after a while, the swordsman's pace continued to get faster and harder, until he let out a sound close to a growl, which made you realise that he'll probably reach his own peak. but you didn't want it to end so soon – the way he was filling you up, it was like your body was just perfectly moulded for him. but the tip brushing over the cervix definitely wasn't enough for your primal urges, and those were the only one in your mind now. "yone, please, cum inside me", you whimpered. the man seemed to be in the same state as you were - nearly breaking your hips down with the force he was fucking you with.

it didn't take you long to come again. you never were a screamer – but this was just so good, you couldn't help yourself and released the sound along with your juices, covering yone's cock and clenching on it. and soon enough, he came too – deep inside of you, just as you asked. you both collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted from the intense physical activity. after your and your significant other's breath calmed down, yone was quick to embrace you from behind, his sticky, sweat covered chest against your back.

"are you alright, sweetheart?", yone asked, playing with your hair. the only reply you could muster was a mere "mhm", though it seemed to satisfy yone enough. "i'm sorry that i'll be far away from you again. i'll try to ask and see if i can take you with me, love." he murmured against the crook of your neck. you turned to your side, facing him. "it's okay, i understand. i'll miss you, but i know you will come back to me.", you said, caressing his perfect face and then moving onto his silky white hair. "i love you. i'll get you some water and then we'll go get you all cleaned up, m'kay?", he smiled faintly, ready to get out of the bed any second, and you just nodded and smiled in response.

and this was all you wanted – for your lover to make love to you hard and take care of you before his departure. and now at least you could be sure that even if he won't remain with you physically, then at least the memory of yone hovering over you will be enough to satiate your needs at least for some time.

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nagazmulagan · 5 months

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The Yone smut was wonderful

ohhh my god thank you so much!! I haven't been writing for quite a long time so it really means a lot to mee<3 and since you liked it i will write another some, similar to the previous one but longer!!

#ask #league of legends #hehe #league of legends fanfic #yone #thank you anon

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nagazmulagan · 5 months

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TOUCH AND FIGURE IT OUT. 🌊

...i see you even if i close my eyes,

i hear you even if i cover my ears...

lazy intimate times headcannons with some of the heartsteel members. part two for yone only is here.

— heartsteel yone, kayn, ezreal x reader (all separate), smut, suggestive, reader is afab, settled relationship, kinda kpop related activities but only kinda

an: i got so mad today because i was writing ezreal angst but i accidentally deleted it but i want to post soo baaaddd so i wrote this T__T

during the day, they're just handsome idols singing incredibly on stage. but sometimes, after a particularly hard day of working, or after not seeing their significant other for a long time all they want is to be next to you.

— praise kink, overstimulation, overall really soft. i can't portray him of being much of a sex freak, I'd say he's pretty vanilla

he always wants to be his best self - and that includes his work, etiquette and pleasuring you. he spends most of his time training. yone is always affectionate, and when he misses you - it's extreme. expect him to be glued to your neck, placing butterfly kisses down to your chest and back up. his hands also can't seem to stop the feather-like touches all over your body. he's definitely a pleasure dom – before he even gets to cum, you're gonna have to be at least a bit exhausted. he can be glued to your mound for hours and feast on you like a man dying of hunger, if it will mean you'll be entirely satisfied. and it gets him going, too. he just loves you too much, all he wants to do is for you to be feeling as good as he can make you. and expect him to praise you, too. after all, how else can you know how proud he is of you?

"yone", you moaned softly as you tugged on his hair a bit harder, making him finally pull out his tongue of your cunt. how many times did you come already? you couldn't even count. but he surely did. all you know is that you've been waiting for yone to come back home, and suddenly you ended up stripping on your shared bed. he pulled out so many orgasms out of you and he showed no signs of stopping. not that you minded.

"are we done yet, sweetheart?", yone looked at you, placing his chin on your lower tummy, and smiling in a teasing way, and you could just look at him with your fucked-out gaze. "c'mon, dove. i know you can handle one more. be a good girl and i will do whatever you want", he said, placing kisses down to your clit, when he started to attack it with some kitty licks. he's definitely going to overstimulate you, and you know that you are gonna love every second of it.

— hard dom, degradation kink, hair pulling, teasing

kayn and yone have one thing in common - and that is working extremely hard. he knows he's hot and just straight great at everything he'll do, but that doesn't stop him from doing even more, beyond the so-called borders of perfection. he almost everyday comes home late, there's no denying that; but he always knows how to make it up to you. just hint him that you're in the mood and he'll smirk, coming as close to you as possible and whispering dirty words of what he's gonna do with you. he expects you to obey everything he orders you to – as long as it is with your consent. he'll even mix praise with degrading words, just to feel you clench hard on his cock. and when it comes to hair pulling, he likes you to tug at his as hard, as he does to yours.

the whole room was filled with moans, groaning and sounds of skin slapping. kayn was taking you from behind, holding a fistful of your hair in his palm. "such a whore", he breathed, releasing a small laugh from his lips. "you're going to cum all on my dick, right?", kayn asked, not really expecting a reply. you were too busy moaning out his name and babbling words like 'faster', or 'harder', which he obviously heard and did just what you asked, but not before teasing you a bit.

"such a slut. can't even form a singular word properly", he whispered, slapping your skin, making you whimper once again. he grabbed your hair harshly and pulled your head up through it. "but it's okay. all you have really have to say is just my name", kayn said, placing a kiss on your hairline, just to let go of your hair and continue his antics, this time with a brutal, fast pace.

— sub, brat, masochism, degradation, brat taming

ezreal was a simple guy. he talks a lot, makes snide remarks, genuinely committed to being a brat. and his bedroom preferences aren't any different - he'll whimper and say something provocative, just enough for you to punish him. he'll call you mommy if he's extremely desperate, too. he just wants to be taken care of by you. but if you decide that he should be a good boy today and focus on bringing you pleasure, he'll be happy to do whatever you want him to - he has long, slim fingers and he doesn't really know what to do with them, so just tell him to put them inside of you and he will keep brushing over your g-spot. he could do all that on a regular basis, but he's a brat, so he will just put up a fight and wait for you to tame him.

"don't stop", he moaned as you sat on his dick, riding him as there's no tomorrow. "if i knew that remark about one of the hot girls from the staff would make you go so-", he didn't get to finish his sentence as you slapped him in the face, which just made him whimper. you continued to ride him until he was close - and then, you just stopped. he deserves to be punished, after all. how could he think that it was proper to bring another woman into the conversation, especially in the bed?

"no, please, i'm sorry, don't stop", he pleaded, looking into your eyes. he couldn't even stand up, as you've tied him to the bed - he was completely at your mercy. "you know you're the only one who i want on top of me, right?", ezreal breathed, desperate for you to continue what you were doing. he was right, and you knew it - so you just sighed and warned him, continuing to ride him into oblivion, and making a mental note to not let him have his way so easily next time.

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nagazmulagan · 5 months

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yooo i'm back 🫧🫧

#hehe #more fanfiction incoming

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nagazmulagan · 6 months

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IN THE SHADOWS. 🌊

"14 years", he said

"i couldn't look into the sun".

— kayn x reader, made this for my dearest friend @spierredalay i wouldn't be shit without u tysm for everything ilysm babes. <3 it's very short and i'm really disappointed in how it turned out but i was writing this and sleeping at once T__T

he lived in the shadows. he himself was a shadow. it was his home - no entity would be able to deprive him of the darkness. so, that's where kayn used to stay all the time. shunned from the very beginning of his existence, forced to cruelty at young age, the murkiness was something that he could count on. the dark was the only stable thing in his life, as it would never leave.

the whole ordeal with rhaast only doubled his gloominess. well, what else could he expect? with a war raging inside of him, demon-like creature trying to take over his body - there was no place for light. but even with the demonic creature possessing him, he found bits of comfort in the shadows. hearing the mocking laugh was way easier to ignore and bear without the light.

light could symbolise gods - and that was something that he'd stay away from. even though he defied his noxian roots and embraced the ionian culture, kayn still remained sceptic. gods have left him to rot, and that was obvious. which god would even allow this to happen? the wars, the destruction... which deity would be proud of such things happening under its watch? the logical answer is none, but even kayn, especially kayn knows that even the unbelievable things are bound to happen either way.

one of such things would be falling in love - the idea of stripping oneself of everything and giving all to the other person was a thought repulsing enough for kayn. there was no place to put trust into other person in his grim life. was he even capable of gentleness in the first place? an obvious answer - no. what if he lost control of himself and rhaast would permanently be in charge? the idea alone was hardy bearable, but thinking what would the cruel darkin do to his significant other... this was enough to make him reject all close relationships - except the one with his master, obviously. and soon, there was another exception.

you. even though he put walls all around him and he kept you as far away as possible, you didn't back down and still remained at his side, no matter how far he would go to do anything to make you realise he isn't good for you, but his playful façade only attracted you more. after all, even though he really wanted to be left alone and return to his comfortably numb darkness, kayn couldn't let go of his pride. but once, he went too far - almost slicing you with his scythe, stopping himself moments before disaster. seeing your terrified gaze made kayn feel something he never felt before; actual longing and pain. despite the darkin trying to argue, he threw the weapon away and engrossed you in his embrace.

and from that day on - you've stepped onto the path of relentless pursuit of the greatness, but also of a world made purely out of shadows. being engulfed by the dark mist wasn't as bad as it may sound like, especially when the haze was accompanied by kayn's hands, touching your body in a way you'd never let anyone. on a particularly bad night, he would step out of the wall -with the dark, mystic fog sticking to him just like a tattoo- and lull you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and delicately sliding his arms down your sides. nothing has ever been so soothing before, despite the sharpness of his corrupted arm.

and even though in the shadows it was just he, himself, alone - in the wisp of dark, the abyssal land; where no mortal eyes would reach and the luminosity prohibited from entering, as soon as you'll call his name you can be sure kayn will leave his chilly places he calls home to grant every of your wishes, even if it means leaving the comfort of his so-called home, though there is no place that he's rather be at than anywhere with you.

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nagazmulagan · 11 months

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SUMMER GAMES 🫧

...god, i wish i never spoke.

after many failures concerning love, you decided to give yourself some time and peace, and most importantly, decided to not search for love in vain. that was, unless you saw him. and he abruptly turned your world around.

— childe x reader, modern au kinda, angst. kinda chaotic, kinda weird, kinda disturbing, mentions of death, unsettling relationship dynamic, kind of obnoxious but i haven't written anything for quite some time T__T i need to get back ""in shape"" somehow riiight... so for now yall have to b satisfied with this.. thing but i swear i'm coming back. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

special mention 4 @spierredalay my biggest supporter neva left me🛐🗣️🗣️

you couldn't help but look at your phone screen, wondering if you've done something wrong. after your silly attempts to create any type of bond and getting positive responses, you'd never think that it will end up like this. summer had barely started, and you two were already done? you couldn't help but reminiscence about the beginnings.

you first saw him some time ago, you couldn't really pinpoin, while waiting for your bus. your classes ended up way faster than they were supposed to. you rarely went outside without a reason - specifically in this part of the city. that would explain why you never saw him before. he looked so mysterious, so captivating... definitely the type of guy you'd have a crush on. short ginger hair, flying onto every direction possible, but he still was mesmerising. it definitely suited him.

eyes the color of the sky; like something to look forward to everyday. indicating either calm, beautiful heaven or the consumptive, neverending storm that could wipe out nations. worlds, even. skin so pale you would consider him a vampire: the twilight type of vampire, because he was just oh-so-pretty. everything about him was straight up addicting. you were sure he wasn't about to leave your head for a while.

and so he has not - he continued roaming through your thoughts, consuming every free second in your day to just think about him. him, him and once again him. he was haunting you; aware of that or not, you weren't sure. the only thing that you were absolutely positive about was the fuzzy, butterfly-like feeling in your stomach. you didn't know much about him, right, but is having a silly little crush so bad? not like you were harming anyone.

too bad, you actually were causing harm. to yourself. you were debating; the urge to contact him anyhow so strong it was barely manageable. having a few popular friends had its benefits; one of them recognised him from your depiction and gave you his name. but what would he think of you then? "hi, i saw you one day and was absolutely mesmerised. i was wondering if you maybe wanna go out one day?" wasn't a good idea. in this situation, nothing seemed like a good idea. with your heart desperately aching, you decided to give up on your little crush and live as if nothing has happened. if only you could stay true to your own words...

saturday came. your friends, concerned about your lack of social activites, invited you out to grab a drink and have fun. sure, what could go wrong? it's not like you're an irresponsible drinker. you never did anything questionable while drunk, and you never got yourself into a barely conscious state - so why this time anything would be different? well...

you all got, let's say, a bit TOO drunk. and what did you do? you texted him. you texted him, the mesmerising, your ideal of a man, one-of-a-kind - tartaglia. what's even worse, you texted him that you love him. and it wasn't just one message; there were dozens of them, talking how pretty he was in your eyes and how you absolutely fell in love back then when you saw him. and to your surprise, he replied. and he was chill about the whole ordeal.

and that's how most of your saturday went - chatting with scaramouche, you confessing love to him, childe taking it all surprisingly gentle and in a soft manner. you definitely wasn't expecting that. he seemed so... disconnected? from the outside world when you first saw him. nonetheless, you were glad that he reacted this way. but looking back on this day, one could wish that he simply ignored the messages.

sunday. you spent the whole day laying in your bed, contemplating death and your own existence. you were, quite obviously embarrassed, and ashamed, but there's nothing that you can do now. just... live on. maybe forget that you even did anything, gaslight yourself. but the guilt was eating you up, not leaving any room for sane and mature solutions. pretending none of this happened it was, then. but who could've guessed that the things will take this turn?

while you were enjoying your evening tea, your friend texted you, talking about childe. your mood suddenly bitter, not being ready to continue on topic which was making you feel ashamed and wishing you were dead. she pleaded you to ask ajax about some guy, which he supposedly knew. you can't just leave your close friend in the dark. so you messaged him, apologising for the whole situation, explaining you weren't sober, and asking about another mysterious fella. and that's how your real first conversation started - him talking some deep, dark shit and blaming himself for whatever happened with the one and only, mcgee.

next days were even better - it seemed like a regular relationship between the two of you. just like a pair of acquaintances. maybe you were a tad closer than regular acquaintances, but you couldn't call the two of you anything else. after all, technically, you still were strangers. that didn't stop any of you with unfolding tiny bits of your darkest secrets, most depressing situations and current problems. you found comfort in your little mr.perfect - and you couldn't believe it. how did this all happen? did he really not care about your whole love confessions? maybe it was for the better. but the more you think about it, you are getting sure that maybe he should've just shunned you and told you that you're creepy. would be better for you.

and he was so nice; always ready to talk, almost as if he was ready for anything you'd prepare for him. comforting you, reassuring you, doing everything he could to just make you feel better. your long talks at night were something you started to look forward to everyday. your little crush didn't disappear at all - quite the opposite. you found yourself getting even more smitten. that was, until that one particular conversation.

sunday, a few weeks later after the start of your weirdly blossoming friendship. it was now common for you to get a little flirty with him, childe didn't mind that at all. he didn't always reciprocate, but he sure was happy to receive all your attention. so, when this particular night you decided to ask him if he's a tough one to get, you definitely didn't expect that answer. and maybe you should've - it was all too perfect anyway.

his reply was crushing you from the inside, making you want to just bawl your eyes out and cut your ears off. "hmm, probably. as of now, i sure am, since i already love someone, sorry." he was still in love with his ex. and how could you pretend that everything was fine? you already knew that it will leave a permanent mark on your relationship. you tried your best to pretend that it didn't phase you, but ajax was quick to catch up - noticing your odd behaviour, perfectly pointing out that you started to act like that after he told you those painful words. you didn't want to leave him, not yet, you still thought you had a chance - so you reassured him that it's not about him.

monday was full of tears. you just couldn't stop crying; it all being too painful to bear with. even with the support coming from all your friends, you weren't able to pick up the pieces of your poor, shattered heart. and yet you still had to pretend that everything it fine between you two. as if he didn't break your heart. but he did, although it was not tartaglia's fault. nor yours. but it was oh-so-cruel, to know that he loves someone, and this particular someone being your complete opposite. life is cruel - always has been, but you thought you suffered enough to get some happiness now.

so you pretended. you tried your best to not distance yourself so childe won't suspect anything, and although it was hard - you managed. as painful as it was, it wasn't your concern anymore. that's what you've been trying to tell yourself, repeating it over and over in that monotonous voice. after some time it really did get better; even though you still felt the 'scar' of it all happening, it didn't ruin your relationship with tartaglia. for now.

you showed great concern about him; even though he didn't reciprocate your silly feelings, you still wanted the best for him. how could you not? being bitter and pessimistic wouldn't help you heal, and this way you can be at peace with yourself and with childe. but nothing lasts forever, right? small group of your besties, your girlfriends, decided to go out, without drinking this time. encouraging you to invite ajax. no wonder you were a bit hesitant at first, but after some coercing you agreed. he and your friends were fine with this, but you? the amount of doubts you had was enormous.

could you really look him in the eyes again? without all the pain and hurt piling up again? you didn't want to suffer again, but avoiding the situation would be even worse. so there you were, on a thursday afternoon, sitting outdoors with your group, childe and his friend zhongli. and that's when you realised you actually couldn't look at him without feeling awkward and uneasy. you tried to avoid every possible conversation, while keeping the atmosphere friendly. it was hard, but manageable. but what hurt the most?

the way he was touchy with a few of your friends. they were intoxicated, obviously not sure of what they were doing, but the image of ajax sharing a beer, cigarette and doing fun little pics with your friends was engraved in your head. and back then, while you were still laughing at the unfunny joke zhongli has said, you decided that it was the last one of your meetings. there is no need to torture oneself.

so you tried to distance yourself. but it was hard, with him and his bubbly personality all over you. he never gave this much effort, you thought. and too bad he woke up too late, when you already made up your mind to leave all of this behind and move on. but he was holding you; captive. like a prisoner. like a pair of shackles. not letting you go for even a second. so you stayed.

until he suddenly gave up on you. he got distant, too, but all too sudden. all to quick. like he got influenced. you didn't understand any of it; you decided to put your pain aside for him, and now he had fun and runs away? you're not gonna chase him like a dog again, are you?

no, you're not going to. it was sad; all that which happened, but you can't do whatever you please. maybe the gods in teyvat had a different plan for you. maybe you said 'i love you' too fast? maybe this, maybe that... honestly, you just expected more of him. because how can you get so indifferent, so angry at someone who gave you this much warm and was about to never leave your side? you kept it decent, sane, peaceful. maybe this whole peaceful life - maybe that's not him?

whatever was the reason, you just decided that holding ajax inside of your head, inside of your memory as a warning will serve it's purpose. salvaging isn't always the right thing to do - sometimes it's better to just let some things go. you may say this milion times, yet you know that you can't let go.

he became a part of your life; a part of you. even if you don't know him for ages, even if he may appear and disappear any second, you know damn well that he will be present. you will look for him everywhere now - everytime you will meet someone new, you'll see a trait similar to childe's, and hell will arise.

you don't want to throw all your life away just because of some sort of failed situationship. you cannot let yourself go down rabbit hole and lose yourself once again. the thing is, no matter how many times you will convince yourself this, you will always see his face in the window and he will be stuck on your skin; just like a tattoo, a scar.

but this one cannot be erased.

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I KNEW I LOVED YOU AT FIRST SIGHT. 🌊

...you're the white swan in my photograph.

when they're on their lowest or just need some sort of comfort and you are always there – that's how they know it's true love.

— scaramouche, xiao, kaveh, childe/tartaglia, tighnari, kazuha, ayato (separately) x reader. not proofread

all creatures in teyvat have bad days sometimes. be it a regular hilichurl, some brave traveller or even your significant other – nobody's choosing on this one. the weather outside may be nice and breezy, but it cannot change or anyhow influence the weather inside; minds and thoughts of all the being roaming through the seven lands.

sometimes, they feel like there's this giant cloud over them, covering their minds in haze; they cannot focus and nothing really has a meaning. and there's no way out – just like in a burning house. all that's left to do it for them to constantly burn. they are trapped; strapped. and at times like this...

TIGHNARI. 🐚

while scribbling something about certain kind of flowers needing some special kind of flora, he gets extremely tired, his head suddenly feeling too heavy to keep it up – the causes of troubling oneself with too much issues. he knew that is not good for his own wellbeing, obviously, but he has responsibiliies and he has to make sure all creatures living in the forest are well, all plants have proper conditions to grow; all while neglecting his own health. funny, one might think, how his warm heart cares about everything but himself.

and at times like this, you would appear right next to him with a cup containing lukewarm beverage made from herbs with stress-relieving and relaxing properties. one glance at messy papers on his desk was enough to know you how bad it is. wanting to help, you took a few papers from the pile and got to work, instructing tighnari to let himself rest, just for a while. and so he did, sipping the brew and watching you with gaze laced with love.

XIAO. 🐚

he was always pushing everyone away. not because he was acting too smug, no. he did that in the very best interest of people in liyue. you surely knew what was his duty. his eternal duty. the fact alone that he has to watch over liyue for the whole eternity isn't that bad – he was fine with that. xiao did not forget why he ended up doing what he does, the real issue was his karmic debt. universe was so cruel on him, never sparing him, not even once; cursing him with so many scars to wear, so many tragic memories to remember. so he built walls around himself, making sure that no puny humans will cross his path. for they own good.

and at times like this, while he is oh-so-consumed with his assumptions, you would stay right by his side, offering him comfort. doesn't matter how many times he has been pushing you away, telling you that you will get hurt, he will ruin it all, you never left. good thing you did, because when he considers it now – xiao would've never been able to just watch you from afar. your presence alone was almost... healing him; you were melting him with your rays of happiness. maybe mortals aren't all that bad, he thought, laying his head on your shoulder.

KAVEH. 🐚

there wasn't a person in sumeru who wouldn't know who he is – the great architect of sumeru, the creator of the palace of alcazarzaray; who would dare admit he didn't hear his name at least once? even though his popularity was at its finest, he couldn't help but worry. what if, one day, people will stop thinking well about his art? what if he won't be able to satisfy the needs of his nation? for kaveh, it was truly a troubling matter. he tried hard, harder and even more harder, all to finally make him satisfied with his work. his expectations were high, and if something ever happened to be out of place on his watch – he would just lose it.

and at times like this, mind clouded and vision getting blury, kaveh would feel your arms on himself, gently stroking him while holding him so close that he could feel all the heat radiating from your body and hear your heartbeat. the way you would explain to him that his work is already great and there is no need to hate himself for being "not enough" while clearly being more than enough was able to even make him slowly start to believe it.

TARTAGLIA. 🐚

for ajax, family was on the first place for as long as he can remember, the almost unachievable goals to be good, better and best right behind it. it was hard for him to balance these two things – one was always excluding the other one. spending more time with his beloved family, his dearest siblings would mean less time training and doing actual work, which was bad. on the other side, more working and focusing on his goals would make it impossible to visit at least regularly all the people close to his heart.

and at times like this, his mind debating with his consciousness, you would jump out of the corner with teucer, making all his previous worries disappear. maybe it was possible to balance it somehow – it surely was with you by his side. you are already great, you would always repeat to him, and he would just be thanking all the seven archons for sending you to him, because there was no way you were not an angel.

as calming as it was, wind wasn't able to soothe all his worries. his mind was always occupied with something – it could be the mysteries of his clan, for an instance. he has been wandering through his own thoughts more than he did enjoy life recently, but what can he do? it's not like he can control it. he just... thinks a lot. and wind cannot be inside of his head, to push away all these heavy-weighting ideas.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. 🐚

and at times like this, you would make up for the lack of wind inside his head; you'd grab him by his arm, take him to beidou and beg her to sail somewhere far away from wherever you were. she would laugh at you two, but she always complied to your request. and when you finally were, apparently, far enough for you liking, you would whisper sweet nothings into his ear, making him realise that even if the reality isn't ideal, you were there; and for kazuha, it made all worth the potential suffering.

being the head of the kamisato clan wasn't the easiest job; he surely had too much to take care about. even if his sister was there to help, and he could always find help in thoma, he couldn't just put his work on them. after time, he somehow mastered the art of working without end, and now he wouldn't even complain about any additional task. all of this, however, was occupying all his time, making it not only hard for you two to spend some time, but also for him to take proper care of himself.

KAMISATO AYATO. 🐚

and at times like this, ayato would see you entering the room, leaving him a warm box with food inside and a cup of boba with a little note next to them, where you would explain that maybe he can't find a little time for you both, but he has to find some times for himself to be healthy. suddenly, he became too aware of his work addiction – and ayato promised himself that he will manage his work better to treat you just like you deserve – for being such a warm-hearted human, you are worthy even of the moon itself.

KUNIKUZUSHI. 🐚

at first glance, scaramouche appeared human. few though, noticed, that there was something off about him – and that thing was something essential to be human. he was lacking a heart – the very center and core of mortal lives. some days, he would just get too cognizant of it. he may be a changed man now, but his past will always remain his, and he can't right his wrongs. he thinks similar to a human, he knows pain just like a human would, yet there's still a giant gap between him and humanity.

and at times like this, you would come to him and lay your head on his chest – right where the heart should be. at first, he would see this gesture as mocking, so he was quick to shake you off himself, you telling him that having a heart isn't that big of a deal wasn't working well. but then, you said something that actually went through him – your confession about being eager and ready to share your own heart with him made his chest tingle – as if you'd already made his wish come true by putting a heart inside of him.

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AND I CAN STILL SMELL HER PERFUME. 🫧

...did it rub off on you?

long after your breakup, scaramouche bumps into you unexpectedly. he thought that the gods might have blessed him this once, that was – until he noticed you with someone else.

— scaramouche/wanderer x reader, alhaitham x reader, kinda ooc scara..? but he is heartbroken just like me T_T, another angsty fic..., our poor little scara's a total dick but he's also heartbroken.

(y/n) – your name

i didn't know my own feelings

...and before i knew your love,

it's been eight months. eigth months of torment, drowning in the agony and just absolute pain. eight months without you. and as much as he'd like to admit that he is unfazed with your absence – he just can't. it's too obvious. he grew distant again, starting to loathe humans once again. scaramouche was ready to count you as his fourth betrayal, but he couldn't bring himself to. he still loves you, after all. he always did and always will.

so i could put up with them.

sigh left his lips as he put down the box with the rest of your belongings, the one you left after storming out of your shared hut, place you both used to call home. circling through his own memories, he tried to remember the cause of your disturbance. scaramouche wasn't happy with the outcome; the cause was another argument. caused by him. and as much as you got used to his insults and tolerated them to a certain point, you just got tired. it was hard to understand his actual intentions sometimes, and you never wanted to question your significant other on their feelings, so you just left.

he never got rid of that box. so many memories – good, bad; it all didn't matter. he may be cruel, but do not underestimate his emotions. guilt was eating him up since you left, and without you next to him, scaramouche just wished for everything to just stop. he was drowning in the silence, and after you left – your previously shared hut was as if it's lost all its light. usually, he would just bite his cheek so hard he'd draw blood and try to curse you in his mind, but all of this wasn't worth the effort. no matter how hard he tried, he never really hated you. you were like sun to him, shining brightly on him despite the raging storm. your love was like a rope, ready to pull him up by his hands, but now? he was drowning – his heart submerged deep underwater.

too bad he was never too good with his words. maybe if he would be actually able to voice his opinions without having to insult you everytime? even if he didn't mean it, he always said it – and now, as scaramouche was reminiscing about all these times of you two together, maybe you actually were fed up and he didn't notice? he was spiraling back into the abyss, the darkest depths of his own mind. if you'd only be here, next to him, you would hold him gently while whispering that it's going to be alright, that you're with him. where were you now, though?

wanderer sighed again, furrowing his brows and placing hand on his forehead. glancing at the god-forsaken box, he was quick to figure out he can't keep living like this. all he wished for was you. just you. archons, he'd even go back to fatui if it meant seeing your face again! rubbing his head slowly, he stood up. you always told him, at times like these, to go out and enjoy the nature a bit. sumeru was such a pretty nation; it would be a shame to not appreciate it – even a little, for a second. deciding to take your advice, he swiftly grabbed his hat and headed for the door, hoping only to clear his head a little.

scaramouche found out quickly that he, in fact, actually enjoyed such walks. they did not met his expectations, though – it was supposed to take you out of his head, not make him think about you even more. it appears his love was truly undying and he was such a reserved lover, that he almost felt pity for himself. almost, because this one time, wanderer actually felt responsible for the situation between you. maybe if he weren't so harsh, maybe if he could just...

his train of thought was disturbed by someone bumping into him, near the outskirts of the sumeru city. the impact made him fall to the ground, what made him even more pissed. probably just some regular akademiya jerk, he thought, ready to absolutely bash the idiot who can't even walk straight and consider that there might be some other people walking next to them. when he turned his head up, he was stunned. it wasn't just anyone who bumped into him, hell – it was you. scaramouche didn't know what to do. he desperately wished for this moment to come, he finally got to see your pretty face. hope always dies last, they say, and scaramouche was sure that it was all thanks to his undying faith that you two can reconcile.

"oh, uhm... sorry." you quietly apologised, not paying much attention to the stranger who just fell because of you. only when you wanted to help the stranger stand up, you noticed the familiar hat, clothes, body posture... it was him. every bits of your well-being disappeared. you tried to move on from him, and you succeed – at last. as hard as it was, you knew that there will be no good if you'll ever go back to him. besides, you didn't even know if he wanted you back after the heated argument. you found solace in the embrace of alhaitham, who always was there to listen to you.

you met him by accident – and you'd never think that you and him would grow like this. alhaitham always offered you a shoulder to cry on if needed, he always offered you his support in the worst times of your relationships with scaramouche. he never criticized you for anything, only listening and comforting you. and after your final disagreement with scaramouche – alhaitham was there too. he asked you to stay with him, warning you about kaveh beforehand. from that moment onwards, you two started getting more and more closer to each other, finally resulting in you and alhaitham dating.

"...(y/n)?" wanderer asked, hesitantly, wondering if his mind is playing tricks on him. "where have you been all this time? go back home with me, please."

"no, kuni, it's too late for that now." you cut him off, shortly. you noticed your significant other, alhaitham, approaching you slowly and you didn't want to make a scene.

"please, please wait. i know that all which happened between us was unfortunate but please, dove, give me another chance. one last, i promise. i'll change, i will do whatever you want me to. i can't live like this; without you, and-" he started pleading, only to get harshly cut off, again.

"bold of you to say such things, scaramouche. my answer is, and still will be no. 'unfortunate', you say? too bad you only noticed this now. i do not have any intentions of us reconciling. it's too late." you repeated yourself, slightly starting to get annoyed at his selfish requests.

wanderer was ready to give you another round of him pleading you desperately to come back, but he stopped talking as soon as he noticed a pair of arms enveloping your waist. his brows furrowed while he studied the man behind you.

"is everything alright, darling? is this person bothering you?" alhaitham asked, not hiding any hostility towards the former fatui member.

"no, in fact i was just about to take my leave. i wish you all the best. farewell, kunikuzushi."

and stunned, he watched as you two part ways, probably forever this time. scaramouche figured he did not have any right to interfere in your relationship, as long as you are happy – at least, that's what he was trying to tell himself while watching you kiss alhaitham in the same way you would kiss him. and hope dies last, they say – and wanderer took it as a sign. his heart was shattering once again, but who was here to blame other than him? maybe it's time to face his own sins?

after you were out of his sight, he quickly turned back and went into his home. but can he really call it home now? home is where the heart is, and he has none. and since you're gone now – there's no point. he oh-so-wanted to be human, but is it all really worth it? if he understood the emotions he was feeling, would it all end differently?

and as he entered the bedroom, first thing he noticed was that damn box with your belongings. he opened the container, for yet another time this day, and searched for a particular item. buried deep, deep down, at the very bottom of the box, were lying thin sheets of hard paper. upon inspection, one would deduce they're pictures; of you and scaramouche together. he put all other things back into the box and focused on the photographs. photographs, that he oh-so-wanted to he disposed of. now, they gained a new purpose – by looking at them, wanderer felt less resentful.

the scent of your skin will continue to haunt his lungs. he will still yearn for you, even in his dreams – if he'll ever sleep peacefully again. you were the heaven that let him live, and now, that you're gone for good – he may just as well disappear completely.

and before i know that warmth,

...your arms were my warmth everyday;

i didn't know the cold so i could bear with it.

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EXOTICISM. 🌊

...all i wanna do is sit back and watch u move.

— ahri, akali & evelynn (separate) reacting to fem!reader's glowup. nothin more, nothin less

requested by @divamazing. you didn't specify the relationship between reader n the girls so i decided to do romantic one hope u don't mind >.<

you weren't an individual who liked to particularly catch lots of attention. sportswear, lazy hairstyles – those were definitely your thing. under the numerous layers of fabric, were hiding real treasures; a great many of tattoos, each one representing something else. besides that, your body was also decorated with countless piercings: nostril, snake bites – you name it all. you always took them out, though, leaving only those adorning your eara. knowing that people may be less accepting of your artistic vision on yourself, you got used to hiding them, not wanting to lose any job opportunities or any other potential future-changers. one day, though, you might have... reevaluated your values – and finally let yourself go. today was the day of the long-awaited date with your significant other. so, what the hell, you decided to do some makeovers.

you found and tried on some tight dresses, applied some makeup, put the piercings back into your body, plus you curled and let down your hair. looking in the mirror, you were beyond satisfied with the look you achieved. you quickly grabbed all necessary belongings and headed out, curious for her reaction.

AHRI. 🐚

"woah, darling, are you sure that's you?"

she's kinda stunned and definitely pleasantly surprised. expect her to look you up and down several times – ahri's definitely gonna study all your tattoos and trace them with her fingers. for your whole date, she couldn't take her eyes off you; you were just too good to be true. obviously, she absolutely adored your previous looks – after all, you made her fall for you, but your change of appearance made her love for you burn even more. also expect her to tease you. a lot.

"i can't believe you've been hiding all these from me... don't you trust me?" she'd ask, playfully wagging her tails. "either way, i am the one who's supposed to make your pulse rise, but it seems like it's your job for today."

AKALI. 🐚

absolutely is head over heels now. she's hella into this stuff; i mean, have you seen her body? her back, at least? akali feels like now you're even more connected – now, when she knows you're both into this, too. definitely gonna ask about matching tattoos and there's no escaping from her now. doesn't mean she don't appreciate other changes! akali totally will comment how good you look with your curves exposed, eyeing you without any shame. what, can't she look a little at her beautiful lover?

"damn, girl... you really outdid yourself on this one."

"geez, oh man, girl! what made you, like, decide to finally show me your true self?" she may make it sound like she's kinda offended, but do not get mistaken – she's just playful. "nah, doesn't matter – now you better start explaining all the artsy stuff on ya!"

EVELYNN. 🐚

judging by her sinister smile, you'd say you're in some deep shit, and i kinda agree, sister – it is evelynn, after all. definitely planning some... more fun activities for you to do later, all involving your pretty little body. she just can't wait! evelynn always knew that there was something about you, having her not wanting to kill you was one thing, and the second was clear to her now – she's just absolutely fascinated, consumed by the thought of you! like ahri, you definitely expect her teasing you. she's also the boldest of them all; her hands will be roaming all over your body without any shame nor fear of being seen. why should she? not like any of those mortals matter, except you, obviously.

"well, well, well... what do we have here?"

"ah, cutie, i was wondering how long will it take you to finally expose yourself for me.." she put on a smirk, coming even closer to you, her tongue attacking your earlobe filled to the brim with jewelry. "you got me thinking about using my ways to get you like this. good thing you decided to do it yourself."

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #evelynn #akali #ahri #ahri league of legends #akali league of legends #evelynn league of legends #akali x reader #ahri x reader #evelynn x reader #nagazmulagan #fluff #angst

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STRANGELOVE. 🫧

...giving away his own life for love, for someone else may be truly pitiful, but for you – he is willing to do so.

— kayn x reader, fluff, kinda creepy like kayn gtfo my walls?, ooc kayn, he's like... too soft, istg i love this skin sm.

a little special for my dear friend @spierredalay . maybe this isn't exactly what you asked for, but i believe you'll like this one too. ᥫ᭡

the only thing wandering through his mind was the question "what exactly got me here?", and he yearned to get the answer. kayn was a total stranger when it came to dealing with his feelings, so no one was surprised when he suddenly started to act odd whenever you'd come around. he may ask himself silly questions like these, but the answer is always the same – longing for you got him there.

he was a stranger to love – because what is love's concept? you live and then you die together? you put someone else over yourself? only person who was higher than kayn was zed. no one else. he couldn't possibly feel such pitiful emotions and needs, right?

yet, he always found himself staring in your direction, making sure you were safe; the only danger next to you may be him. nothing else, no one more. that's also how se found himself going into your chambers every night to make sure you were sleeping well. being an assassin had its perks – he's extremely quiet, so no one caught him going outside his room and then travelling through all the doors until he reached his destination – your own door at the end of the corridor.

"pathetic.", he thought and right after that he brushed hair from your forehead, his fingers delicately touching your skin hoping to not disturb you. that's how his whole night went; hovering over you, studying your features. you were beautiful in his eyes – after all, you managed to enamor kayn of all people without putting mind to it. there just was something about you that made him smile fondly at the lone thought of you.

you started thrashing in your bed, which made kayn look at you with a worried look, figuring you are having a nightmare. if he could, he would just slide into your dreams and make them all most pleasant for you. he saw your furrowed brows and he, truly, wished that he only had the strength to haunt you in your dreams.

kayn may be stranger to love – but he isn't a stranger to loyalty and devotion, and he was more than ready to shower you in those.

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #fluff #kayn #kayn x reader #shieda kayn #kayn shieda #lol imagine #league of legends imagine #league of legends fanfiction #kayn fluff #shieda kayn being cude? sign me up!#angst #nagazmulagan

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WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER. 🌊

...that's why i love fall.

— tighnari x reader, fluff, tighnari confessing!?, mutual crush, kinda cheesy ngl..., tighnari calls you little flower, not proofread. also it may be kinda ooc but idc honestly i am suffering tighnari brainrot🙏

(y/n) – your name

you rarely were able to take some time off. being an assistant of the avidya forest watcher may seem nice and easy, but in reality, you were drowning in paperwork and things for your work to-do list. cold air was caressing your cheeks, your hair gently going with the breeze. it's such a pretty night, you thought, looking at the sky. full of stars, shining brightly with all their power. next to them was the moon – delicately adorning the whole pool of dark blue. it all looks like it just came from a painting; and you desperately wanted to thank the painter for this masterpiece. you took a deep breath, reminiscing about your first days in sumeru, how you struggled to find a path that wasn't full of any thorns and vines and how you met your current boss – tighnari. you could feel your cheeks warm up at the thought of him, icy breeze not helping anyhow.

he was truly a blessing in your eyes – the most magnificent being you have ever seen in your life. everything about him seemed to be perfect; the way he would pinch the bridge of his nose when he couldn't find a desirable outcome, the way his ears were gently moving, the way he could just sit all day and work. you admired him, not only as your biggest crush, but also as a person in general. you could even say you look up to him – which is obvious. he's extremely knowledgeable, always has a way of dealing with things and on top of that, he's skilled in combat. such a dangerous combination, you thought.

first day as his assistant weren't easy, as he wasn't planning to go easy on you just because you arrived a while ago and weren't used to working in such field. after time, he started to warm up to you – starting very slowly, not that you could expect anything else. right now, you would name your current relationship as a friendship, although you truly yearned for something more to happen. it was painful, to be called 'his little flower' when you were sure he didn't mean it that way. you tried your best to just appreciate what you two have right now, but you just couldn't. everytime situations like this happened, you'd drop your smile for a second and remained with a kind of disappointed stare.

and tighnari always noticed. unbeknownst to you, he was also fond of you – describing you in the same way you did with him. his ears would droop as soon as you've left the room, and he would always ponder about your reaction. didn't you like it? was it troubling to call you petnames? and he'd just think and think until he went to sleep or drown himself in more work – work that consisted of the things he took off your schedule to give you more time for yourself. he was always looking after you, and he knew you acknowledged that. they're just misunderstanding my actions, he'd tell himself on nights like this. he just wished for you to materialise in front of him so he could finally confess all his feelings for you.

matter of fact, he may just do it right now. tighnari got up from his cozy chair, brushed his hair with his fingers quickly and he was quick to head out – his goal was your home.

he was hoping you're inside. he knocked on your door several times, but you didn't answer. he gave you, more like pushed a day free of work to you. he wanted you to rest some more, since the last few days were especially stressful for you both. tighnari was heading to your garden, while flashing a slight smile, remembering a certain interaction between you.

"here you are, little flower. drink it slowly, it will make you feel better." he stated, handing you a cool, minty blue brew.

"thank you tighnari. i really appreciate that" you answered, reaching a hand out to take the drink from him.

your fingers accidentally brushed and you both could swear you felt some electricity running through. after staring at him in shock, you gave him a sheepish grin, while he just stared at you in awe.

you were absolutely lost in thought, looking at the marvelous sky, not paying attention to your surroundings – and thus, not noticing tighnari, who was standing next to the garden entrance and admiring you from afar. you truly were a sight to behold. picture of you, sitting on the fence of your moderate garden with hair flowing everywhere was enough for him to decide that he has to tell you his feelings. he could just look at you for the whole day, imagining how he'd kiss your whole face, showing you just how much you mean to him.

"...beautiful." he subconsciously whispered, loud enough for you to hear. you were dumbfounded – so you turned your back to see tighnari, looking at you like a follower admires his deity. you were, in fact, his goddess, so it's not like it's incorrect.

"...tighnari?" you whispered, making sure he actually was standing there and it wasn't your yearning imagination playing tricks on you. he getting called out however, appeared to awaken him from his slumber. his ears drooped in embarrassment, and his face was now adorned with a faint blush.

"uh, sorry. do you mind if i join you?" he asked, making your heartbeat fasten. he? tighnari? wanted to join you? you just smiled again and shook you head, agreeing to his request. he quickly walked to your side, sitting right next to you. tighnari had to remind himself why did he come here, as the bare sight of you made him rethink his actions – only thing that in fact, mattered to him at the moment, wasn't being straightforward with you about his silly crush – it was just you. you, and only you. you, as an person sitting next to him. you in the current state.

"(y/n)." tighnari called, and you looked into his direction. he then took both your hands in his own, and gaze focusing on your eyes – he started talking. "(y/n), listen. i can't hold it anymore. you changed my whole world the moment you decided to come here, to sumeru. seeing you work, smile, hell – even just seeing you breathe is making me feel complete. being with you was the most fulfilling thing i have ever experienced. dare i say, it was downright magical. i love you, (y/n)." he confessed, eyes never leaving yours. he was searching for any kind of rejection in your eyes, but instead he was met with shock coming from you.

"obviously, it's fine if you don't reciprocate my feelings. i just hope that it-" he started, just to be interrupted by your small figure hugging his own, slightly bigger. he was quick to envelop you in his arms, holding you close to him. his hold was strong, as if you were to disappear any second.

"i feel the same, tighnari. i love you too." you quietly muttered, smiling into his chest while he placed his chin on top of your head. you couldn't be any happier – it's been like dreams coming true.

"my little flower." he started, "i will cherish you for eternity and one day more."

#biyo's vault✰。#tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin impact x reader #fluff #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #sumeru characters #tighnari x reader fluff #i have a new theme >.<#Spotify #genshin fanfiction #tighnari fanfic

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nagazmulagan · 1 year

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REQUESTS. 🫧

welcome to my blog! i am nagazmulagan - just call me naga. i like to write some silly x readers, fanfiction and poems, though this account will consist mostly of the vivid imagination of mine and your request!!

my carrd. | everything you need to know is there so make sure to check it out

are requests open? | yes they are! i'd even say that they are open all the time, i just might write them late >..<

how long does it take for you to finish the request? | it depends. some will take long, some will be done very quickly.

naga, are you going to be posting on a regular basis? | i will try my best!!

i have requested something a long time ago, and you still didn't finish my request. why is that?| i've been on a break for quite a long time and i will happily write my older requests, if you are still interested in them.

i can't wait to see your asks and requests!!

#league of legends #genshin impact #final fantasy ix #final fantasy x #final fantasy vii #fluff #angst #requests #genshin fanfic #league of legends x reader #genshin #sephiroth #nagazmulagan #genshin impact x reader #league of legends fanfic #league of legends fanfiction

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nagazmulagan · 2 years

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AS WE CROSS THE EMPTY SKIES. 🫧

— solomon x reader, angsty, little bit of comfort at the end

idk if i did not went too far?? i have not been doing well recently and also've been listening to rosemary by deftones on repeat so enjoy this kind of angsty but rather fluff with solomon kind of inspired by rosemary :DD

sometimes he cried when he thought how... inhuman he was. how cruel and spiteful his being was. so similar, yet so different, everyone could tell. any angel, human or demon. he was wicked; he has done terrible things, forced people to do what he wanted despite their reluctance. some even said that he might be even worse than the "most demonic demons", aka the first fallen angels. did he care? not even a bit. he just went his way, being ready to burn as many bridges as he was required to.

but not now. he suddenly felt pitful, even. there was no words to describe feelings, feelings he thought were lost and gone, never coming back, as he felt disqualified as a human being. now he sobbed hardly into his black, starry black sleeve of his cloat. he was still contemplating of his own sinful deeds. how many lives he had sacrificed for his own "good", how many hearts he broke and how many did he betrayed. those rarely felt heavy on him, sure, when he reminded himself of his immortality, he felt the weight of them all. but not now. he was disgusted by himself more than ever.

none human was able to smile like him. none human would ever be capable of what he was. none human was so sorrowful and sinful. his entire life was a sin, it seems. he had neither happiness nor unhappiness. whenever he was asked what he wanted, his first impulse was to answer "nothing." it didn't matter what it was. nothing was going to make him happy. he did not deserve to live. he did not deserve to live, either. his sufferings will become only the more acute. living itself is the source of sin. almost like he was the source of all the negativity. he did not know who he really was. at least, he knew what he needed right now. you.

he took a deep breath. slowly starting to get up from the cold surface he was sitting on, his hands shaking slightly. next morning, he was sure he will just laugh it all off, his stupid weakness. but then, he glanced at the moon and he fell to the floor again. it was just too hard to bear. every look at the stars, moon, night sky had but a chokehold on him, reminding how lonely and foolish he is. why did he have to be so unlike anyone else? one could only wonder.

breathe, solomon. breathe. don't get the wretched beings get into you, his mind prompting. how ridiculous, as he was one of them, he thought. as he found last bit of strenght in himself, he finally got up and started walking towards your room. how good that you moved to the purgatory hall, no longer living with the seven sinful avatars. now, you could comfort him whenever he needed. even though he did not deserve your comfort, your presence was too much for him. you were bathing him in your light, killing his shadow sorely. but if one is but a shadowy, monstrous being, would it not disappear? you made him happy. nothing could made him happy for thousands of years. and he felt bad. he pushed you away from himself so many times, probably hurt you even more. he did nothing worthy of your smile, at least. and he knew that. but he couldn't keep himself away. he can afford to be greedy sometimes, can't he? he is, after all, the great witty sorcerer. althrough he does dislike this title, in situations like this.

his fist knocked on your firm, white door. you was not able to fall asleep this night, unfortunately. full moon did have some cons. and when you heard someone lightly, but surely banging at your door, for a second you wondered who might it be. who else than solomon, silly? you rushed to open the door. you noticed his puffy, teary eyes and red face almost immediately. but before you were able to say anything about his state, you were quicky enveloped in hug. full of longing, love and misery. you held him as tight as he held you. he still felt like something was missing, as if you were not close enough. if he could push himself further into your chest, he would. but he could not. and he felt you slowly pushing him away. you just wanted to know what was wrong and how did he end up in this state. but he couldn't let you go. his only spark of happiness, if ever gone for a while...

"don't leave."

his voice so weak, so fragile, that you could swear that it did not belong to him. yet it did. you heard the pain in his voice, almost unbearable for you to hear it. tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. entwining one of your hands with his, you used the other one to lift his chin up. all you wished for was to just see his face. and so you did. his eyes were holding such a deep feeling that you could not really recognize. bringing his face closer, he wrapped one of his arms around your waist, the second one still being held by you. you gave him the most fond look you could, trying to show him that you were not planning to leave him at all. you kissed him, giving him all the love you were able to share. when you pulled away, you gave him a small smile.

"how could i even?"

#obey me #fluff #angst #obey me angst #solomon #solomon obey me #solomon x reader #obey me undateables #undateables x reader #obey me shall we date #i was writing this for like two hours and was unable to finish. please forgive me T_T #solomon kinda based on me in this one #solomon x mc #fanfiction #otome game #biyo's vault ✰。#Spotify

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nagazmulagan · 2 years

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YOU TOOK MY SOUL. 🌊

— kazuha x reader, another angsty one T__T, it was one of my first works actually so yeahhh,,

moonlight was gently hitting your skin, making you look like an angel. something too pure for this cruel world. like your existence was a blessing itself. and maybe it was. for a certain someone. but can you really blame him?

the way you looked at him, all of those small gestures you did made him fall in love with you even more. he found himself constantly thinking about you. such an impression you left on him, after you two talked about poetry in general. kazuha purely adored you. a being too pure to even be around him. he truly was an unlucky one; you may even say that the world despises him. it all left a mark on him. more precise, his soul.

yet, you have been able to soothe his soul. all of its cries disappeared when you came into his life. such a humble man he is, you thought, when you first met. he taught you a few interesting things about literature. soon, you found yourself desperate to read his poems. his every move towards anything, anyone, was gentle, even too gentle.

lovers don't have anything at all. nothing. just the feeling of something missing, now being complete. and that's how you felt when kazuha was around you. your kindred soul, you could say.

now, he was next to you, caressing your hair and looking at you in awe. his soft hands, even though exposed to too much of this world's brutality, were like butterfly wings. he was kind of, like a butterfly. beautiful, soft, benign. butterflies are an indication of happiness. he is your happiness. always will be.

you hid your face in his chest, and he embraced you. he held you tightly, ready to shield you from any potential danger. classical music resounds around, making this even more magical. you spent this moment as if it was your last one. who knows, maybe it is the last one? you can't predict the future. you can only be sure that as long as kazuha is with you, nothing will ever happen to you.

#kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #genshin impact #fluff #genshin impact x reader #idk felt the need to write this #also was listening to lovers rock while writing!?#genshin #kazuha genshin #genshin kazuha #genshin impact kazuha #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #biyo's vault ✰。

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nagazmulagan · 2 years

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SWEETEST FLOWER. 🫧

— xiao x reader, IDK ITS ANGST AGAIN??? also one of my first works,,,, yikes

your eyes wandered to the sky and you thought of all your life choices again. and how did you end up in this situation?

apparently, because you were too close to an adeptus. but this was not his fault, nor it was yours. you can't control how you or anyone else feels. unfortunately.

you wanted to close your eyes so bad but the mere thought of not ever being able to see his face, his body, his... anything.

for the first time in his long, long life he was too late. he did not save you. he will never forgive himself. that woman just... pushed the katana too deep. no chances of surviving.

so, here you are. in his arms, on the verge of death. awaiting for it. you smiled briefly. you would ever expect your life will end so soon. what a surprise.

his grip on your shoulders tightened, and you came back into reality. he was truly worried; who would not? to find their beloved almost dead is not a nice view. both for the mind and for the eyes.

your hand touched his cheek. tears were coming into your eyes, because you knew. you knew it is going all to end soon. you cannot stay with him for eternity. not now.

"y/n..."

you tried to tell him something, but you just couldn't. so you smiled at him, again. tears were also getting into his eyes.

talking about eyes...

you wasn't able to hold them open for any longer. this was the moment. last moments here. with him.

"xiao..."

"do not die. please."

"i... i cannot. please, forgive me, love. maybe in another life, we will meet again. and then i won't let anything to take us apart."

you smiled through tears. and you did it.

you closed your eyes.

darkness has surrounded you. you didn't feel anything anymore, and you could say it was quite pleasureable. you started to fade into the emptiness, when you heard his voice.

"you know i won't let you go so easily, right?"

then you felt pain. it's like... you were on fire. even worse. you couldn't even describe it. but it was too painful for you. you started to scream, but no sound has escaped your mouth.

then you opened your eyes. he was before you. his eyes, full of concern, soon turned into relief. he kissed your temple lightly, like you would break if he wasn't gentle enough. he caressed you and held you close to him. he brought you back to life.

"not even death can rip you away from me, my sweet flower."

#genshin impact xiao #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao angst #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin #fluff #angst #i didnt write anything for a few months help #xiao genshin impact #xiao fanfic #xiao fanfiction #genshin fanfic #biyo's vault ✰。

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