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QwQ I loved your stories can I request a chuuya x reader soulmate au ? But they able to communicate only through their dreams

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝☁️

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐆𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff/Romance

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've been communicating with your soulmate for a while in your slumber, acting like high schoolers kicking their feet in joy. (Soulmate au)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None! This is very soft and fluffy :)

"Today's work was tiring."

You ranted to the floating red bubble that always appeared in your dreams, which was supposedly your soulmate.

It was said that you aren't able to see your soulmate's real physical body in your dreams, as to not make it so easy for you to find your true lover. To solve that issue, the both of you would take a form of a bubble, floating around in a white space while communicating with each other in the bubble.

"This man that works with me is constantly bothering everyone with his stupid antics, always going missing when we needed him the most."

"Sounds like someone I used to work with." he groaned as you laughed.

"What do you do for a living anyways? You already know most of my personal life while I know nothing about yours."

You heard him humming, hesitating to answer your question. "Do you work as a stripper or something? Is that why you're hesitant to answer? It's no biggie, I don't judge."

A loud thud echoed in his bubble, wheezing as he raged.

"What the fuck? No!"

"Then what? The only thing I know about you is your love for wine!"

He stumbled over his words, trying to figure out an appropriate answer for your question. "I...I work as a martial arts teacher." You made a noise of surprise. "Really? You must be really strong then." you sighed out.

"Yeah."

"What's your name anyways? You never told me about it before despite being stuck with me in this dreamland for the past months."

You saw his bubble shuffle a bit, tilting your head at his lack of response.

"I want to know what name you've been using to call me."

You felt your face heat up, embarrassment settling onto your cheeks. "Nothing really- I've just been calling you ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ..." your voice cracked as you mumbled out the last part.

You heard him choke on his words. "What?"

You hid your face in your hands regardless of knowing he won't be able to see you anyways. "I'm not wrong am I?! I mean- you are the man of my dreams."

"Not my fault you decided to gatekeep your name from m-"

"Chuuya Nakahara."

"Huh?"

He grumbled, seeing your bubble wobble as you shuffled to change your position. "Chuuya? That's a nice name." your lips curled into a small smile as his name rolled of your tongue.

"Do you...live in Yokohama by any chance? I would love to meet you some day."

"I don't think you would want to meet me or date me at all." he murmured out. You lifted your head up, leaning your chin on the palm of your hands.

"Why's that? You're an interesting person and I find you entertaining. I know we won't start dating straight away just as we meet each other, we can go on a few dates first and then let it journey itself naturally."

He felt his heart thump in his chest, his cheeks turning pink from your response. "Ugh...you really know how to woo someone, do you?"

You snorted, placing your hands behind your head before crossing your legs. "Well, I was influenced by that stupid coworker of mine. I also enjoy skimming through some poems I found at the bookstore."

"Do you have a favourite one you've read so far?"

You tapped your chin with your fingers, jogging your memory. "Probably 'Dedicated to a Dragonfly'. Something about the way the author wrote it just felt calm and relaxing."

You sat up, "Enough about me, are you free this weekend? I really want to meet you." you sighed out. Your fingers were sweating as you felt your heart racing at the thought of meeting your soulmate.

"Depends, I might take the day off just to meet you- maybe." you cheered, your bubble shaking as you jumped up abruptly. "Then it's a date!" he flinched at your sudden outburst, his face turning red.

"H-hey! I haven't even confirmed it yet! I just said 'maybe'!"

"A 'maybe' can be a yes or a no, and I am taking it as a 'yes'!"

He grunted at your excitement, clutching his chest as he feared if his heart raced any faster he would get a heart attack in his sleep. Calm down.

"Oh yea- is there any style you prefer? Need to dress to impress, y'know?"

"Dress however you like, I'm sure you'll look fine in anything."

Now it was your turn to be flustered, slapping your cheeks as you screamed internally at his words, unintentionally charming you. "How will I know its you? And where are we meeting up?"

He hums, thinking of a place to meet up with you.

"How about at Hoshino Coffee? I heard they have delicious and fluffy pancakes. If you see a tuff of orange hair, that's me."

"It's okay, my treat." he tried to suppress his smile when he heard your not-so-quiet cheering. He felt a peak of brightness shining on his face, groaning as he ruffles his hair. "Fuck, I gotta get to work soon."

"Aw, okay. Hope you have a good day at work! Also, remember to sleep early for god's sake. It's so rare for me to talk to you through my dreams since you're always sleeping at an ungodly hour."

He laughed, "Sure, doll. Just pray that my boss will spare me from missions."

Oops!

"Missions? I thought you were a martial arts teacher?"

He coughed, face turning pale from slipping up. "Uh- missions for training more students! Yea!" you raised an eyebrow at his panicked voice, deciding to not push it any further.

"Well, stay safe either way. Just call the Armed Detective Agency if you need any help!"

"This is a wack way of promoting your business." he wheezed out. You furrowed your eyebrows, huffing out in annoyance. "Hey, I'm just trying to help out! But seriously, if you need help- just call us, okay? I promise I'll do anything I can to assist."

He smiled, yawning as he started to stand up. "Sure thing. You stay safe too, yea? I'll help beat asses for you. Just state their name and appearance and it'll be done."

"How sweet of you, committing assault for your soulmate. I wonder how my coworker would think of this."

He gulped. Well- about that...

"Argh- whatever. I'm already 10 minutes late from waking up. Have a good day." he mumbled, his bubble about to fade away.

"Bye-bye! Have a wonderful day, Chuuya Nakahara!"

You had a toothy-grin on your face, waving your hands even though he can't see it.

Maybe- just maybe, he could stay a few minutes longer.

A/N: Bro my heart is actually fluttering after writing this, it's so fucking cute and wholesome😭😭<333 tysm for this request!!

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nwlyvs · 1 month

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nessun dorma

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nwlyvs · 2 months

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[ OC ] gaia

a demon adept in mimicry who escaped from hell and slaughtered a magical girl. she wears her skin and uses dark magic to preserve the image of her host in order to trick unsuspecting victims.

age: 70000

mimic form: 5’1

true form: 12’0 (including horns)

species: mimic demon

sexuality: aroace lesbian

in her mimic form, she uses a variety of weapons to dispose of innocents she doesn’t deem “worthy” to inhabit. her favourite is the chainsaw due to its messy tendencies. being stuck in hell for hundreds of centuries and only now escaping to the surface, she is fascinated with man-made weaponry, and finds it satisfying to kill humans with their own creations.

in her true form, she has sharp misshapen teeth, sunken eyes, long thin hair, sharp horns and claws. she is not made to be comprehended by humans, so to mortals, her body is a thin, constantly altering and pulsing mass of black vines. this is used to disorient victims.

gaia’s mimicry can be identified by the blurry/muddied, almost glassy eyes of her hosts. she has yet to find a way to disguise eyes properly. this detail is almost unnoticeable to mortals, however to other demons and hunters from hell like lynne, its very easy to spot.

as gaia is a runaway sinner, she is actively being hunted by lynne. however, despite lynne’s orders, she seems to have formed a strange bond with gaia. whether it is genuine or simply a form of deceit to lure in and dispose of the mimic is unknown.

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nwlyvs · 3 months

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LOVESICK kang haerin x reader

warnings: 6th member reader, fluff, haerin is down bad

“so,get up I don’t wanna fight your shadow.” yn’s soft voice fills haerin’s ears.

she keeps her gaze on her member, watching her sing and dance so gracefully to their choreography, you’re so pretty and talented, is the only thing that goes through her mind as she watches you, the way you dance the way you sing is amazing to her, which reminds her that she’s supposed-

“haerin!” minji’s voice snaps haerin out of her haze, she looks at minji alramed with doe eyes, “why did you stop dancing?”

she’s now very aware of her surroundings. all her members looking at her in concern, standing in very awkward positions, which was caused by the dance.

“are you okay?” danielle is the next member to voice her concerns.

“are you sick?” that was hanni.

“I was just about to ask that.” is the voice that fully had her attention, you “are you sick?”

yeah, lovesick

haerin shakes her head profusely, “sorry guys, I guess I just zoned out.” she says making sure to put some base in her voice to show that she’s okay, but it didn’t seem convincing.

“maybe you should go home.” minji starts,haerin opens her mouth to protest but minji cuts her off, “we’ve been practicing all day, I think you’re tired.”

“I’ll go call someone to pick her up.” hyein says, walking out the practice room.

“I’m really fine guys.” haerin says again, trying as hard as she can to convince the five girls in the room, this is what she gets for being so distracted by your beauty and it definitely won’t be the last time.

“It’s okay to be tired.” is it bad that your voice puts her in a haze?

you walk closer to her, putting your hand on her shoulder, “we’ve been working really hard on this comeback, it’s expected.” you say reassuringly.

is it bad that she feels really weak by your touch?

maybe I should go home.

all she does is look at you, which makes you even more concerned, you furrow your eye brows at her, “are you okay?”

before she can answer hyein walks back in the room, “manager unnie has car out for you.”

haerin is already walking out the room, haering minji’s faint “w’ll see you later.”

.♡.

when haerin gets back to the dorms, she spends the rest of her day in her bed, watching shows on her laptop, only stopping to answer her members “check up” texts.

she’s been so into the show that she’s watching that she lost track of time, she looks her window and sees the blue sky dimming, she looks at her clock, 6:30pm.

where are they?

like on timing, she hears the front door click and multiple voices

she jumps slightly when her door opens, only to reveal you.

“hey..” you trail off smiling at her, god, she doesn’t know how you are the way you are so effortlessly.

you walk over to her bed and sit at the edge, “we brought food, did you take anything or how you’re feeling?”

she just looks at you dazed and you look at her concerned, “haerin?”

“yeah?”

“did you hear me?”

“yeah, sorry, no I didn’t take anything.” she shakes her head.

“well, what kind of sickness are you feeling?” you ask leaning closer to her.

“lovesick.”

“what?” you laugh shaking your head and getting up from her bed. “minji’s right you are weird.”

you bring out your hand towards her for her to take, “come on,let’s get you some food.”

she takes your hand and you pull her with you to the kitchen, where the rest of the girls are.

as everyone greets her and asks her how she feels the only thing on her mind is your hand in hers

she really is lovesick.

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nwlyvs · 3 months

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ladies

Hazbin Hotel Ladies Take You on a Date

Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Cherri Bomb, Rosie x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, dating, kissing, protectiveness, dancing, clubbing, alcohol, suggestive, dressing up

A/N: Written before the finale cause I'm ready for heartbreak.

CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR

Is the most romantic person in Hell. That being said she gets so nervous before a date, she wants it to be perfect like in a real fairy tale. She is a princess after all, so she should give you the best, most magical date. Before your date she sends you so many pictures to make sure you like her outfit and that she picks the best one. When she sees you waiting for her she almost starts tearing up from how pretty you are and wants to take pictures of you.

VAGGIE

Acts like she's got it all together but as soon as you tell her you want to go on a date she runs through every scenario in her head. From the best outcomes to the worst ones and wants to be ready for all of them. She has her spear at the ready but would really prefer if she didn't have to use it tonight. Will threaten to use if but she's not aware that you happen to think her protective nature is very hot and will earn her quite a few kisses.

CHERRI BOMB

Never a boring moment on your date, or a calm moment for that mater. If she's not the loud one then its the music around the two of you, which makes it so you need to be extra close in order to hear what she's saying. She knows you don't want to miss it when she compliments you, or tells you she's had enough of this place and the two of you could have just as much fun, no even more fun if you'd go back to her place and lose all the clothes.

ROSIE

Gets so much attention in her district but the only one she pays attention to is you. She's humming as she opens thee doors to her apartment and welcomes you inside. The most gentle music plays while she helps you get comfortable for a night in, kissing your cheek and your hand as she calls you her darling and talks about how the Overlord meeting felt like it was taking hours because all she wanted to do was get to this date with you.

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nwlyvs · 3 months

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##heaven knows your name

alastor x angel!reader // one shot unedited

synopsis: inspired from this ask // heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart

beware: i’ve been praying to have you come here by my side // wings rotting, the act of becoming a fallen angel, implied death as a human, implied murder

cold fingers brushed over a picture frame that held such high importance to the radio demon. he remembers your fingers against his skin like a faint memory, and he recalls your laughter like a daydream gone too soon. he reminisces his human life only for a fragment of time, only because that was the only moment he had you in his arms.

you danced at downtown bars like a flame, as you were the spotlight nearly every patron had eyes on. yet, only alastor could keep up with you after a drink of rye and some friendly banter. the first dance occurred so naturally and the second came to you like a puzzle piece that was missing. for a second you believed that the curse zeus placed on humans was true, because the man who held your hand turned out to be your other half.

you were both young and naive, in a crave for a love that felt old and new. quick to talk about a life that was far from the tips of your fingers, but alastor always took your hand and pressed his lips against the tips. you both made plenty of promises under the moon and stars, and it was like they made an easy path for a future of just the two of you.

“heaven will know your name from the moment you step near those golden gates,” alastor once said so confidently.

you laughed, leaning your arms against the table with a raised brow. “and how do you know that, mr. a?”

“because i’ve whispered countless prayers for you to be mine.” he finished, a hand coming to yours before getting on one knee.

you never got to see your wedding day. you never got to wear that wedding dress you picked out with your best friend and parent. you never got to kiss your lover and pray your vows to him like a cacophony of stringed words on a sunday morning. instead, someone else spoke your name at those golden gates like they already knew who you were; maybe alastor didn’t lie.

you waited for your love after that. weeping under the red moon and begging for a miracle that he will come to your side. you wished on many stars and swore your life on hades that alastor would come to you — that him missing from your life was a nightmare to be awaken from. out of all the angels, the highest heard your prayers, and she tore down your walls with a sentence that you despised.

“he is not to step foot in heaven, my dear. that man fell into hell and it seems that he enjoys it there.” then she apologized and left you as a shell.

no angel believed any of their kind could became so torn, but you proved them wrong. you yearned and wept every night for a man that you could never see. he was like a fantasy that only existed in a book you once read as a child. you are the reason why there came a statue known as the weeping angel, because that’s all you came down to earth to do.

you begged and pleaded to give alastor a chance up in heaven, but they never listened. without trying, you made it on the council with your known title and made the decisions of angels in love. that is where you met the princess of hell, and that is where you finally realized there is one thing to do: you must go down to hell.

that was why you now stand over a member of the higher court, liquid gold dripping from your hands and the only sound being the heaving of your breath. no one dared to speak another word after witnessing what you had just done, but instead you felt free. is this how lucifer felt? falling from the sky and free from heavens reigns? the feathers of your wings slowly began to scatter, and all you could do was slowly guide yourself to the hotel that stuck out like a sore thumb.

it was a harsh fall, and lucifer himself gawked at the familiar fallen star that fell from the skies. no sinner questioned what it was, as many were frightened that it was an early extermination. but no more angels fell from the sky. only your star that was quick to fade.

your fragile hands the took most of the impact came to the doorknobs of the hotel, nearly hesitant to meet what you came for. pushing them open with little hope, you found yourself staring at a man who looked very similar to your lover from way back then.

alastor had never forgotten your face, nor has he dared to speak your name because he was afraid that heaven would send you down.

“mon amor.” you whispered yourself, at awe of how little he changed.

alastor never enjoyed physical touch these days, but being back in your arms was something entirely different. a craving that was never satisfied until this moment of time — a familiarity from his dreams he had many moons ago — he hugged you until your wings rotted in front of his eyes.

“my darling.” alastor finally replied.

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nwlyvs · 3 months

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the orange peel theory. if your partner is willing to peel an orange for you, it means that they're prepared to make sacrifices to prioritize your happiness. would they do it?

"yes, sweetheart? yes, of course i can! how gentlemanly would i be if i neglected to assist my loved? that simply woudn't do!"

yes, without a second thought, alastor would peel the orange for you. a gentleman—what more could you expect? he does it without even asking why you are unable to. if you were alone, you could notice a tiny wag of his deer tail in merriment; don't draw attention to it unless you want an unpeeled orange.

"what? why are you unable to do it? your nails? alright, fine."

vox would question a lot before doing so. though, when he realised that you were asking him for help—not velvett, but him—he would feel his ego start to rise. he would feed you the slices in privacy, smirking as he did so and even separating them. he'll glitch out if you kiss his screen as a reward.

"sure, i don't mind."

husk, another gentleman, would undoubtedly peel them, divide the slices, and feed them to you. he doesn't feel ashamed to assist you because he loves you. for him, it means a lot that you are asking him to do these small tasks, he feels special. he will purr if you kiss his cheek as a reward.

"what do you need my love? you want me to peel an orange? of course! for you, i would peel a hundred oranges!"

without a query, lucifer would, wherever you are, peel it, split the slices, and feed it to you. while doing it, he's got a dorky smile on his face. would shape the orange peel into a duck too. his wings might fly out of happiness if you kissed him in gratitude.

"an orange? your hands broken or something? ha ha!— no, no i don't mind!"

would attempt a joke, but if you thought he didn't want to do it, he would laugh it off right away. angel, with his numerous limbs, would peel it extremely rapidly. he would cut them up and feed them to you; possibly he would even carve some into interesting shapes... for fun. he enjoys non-sexual expressions of affection, so please give him a cheek kiss as a thank you.

"what— me? peel an orange for you? can't you do it yourself? ugh, fine."

i would have to give it a lot of thought now, but i suppose valentino would comply after much prodding. in addition to thinking it would be a chore, he dislikes the sticky liquid on his hands. he would eventually comply, but only if you offered him a reward—you can only imagine what that would be.

"hmm, what? can't you peel it yourself? okay, give it here."

adam would also consider peeling the orange to be a chore. would only seperate the slices and feed you if you told him to. i see him as a man with many levels of tenderness hidden beneath his exterior. simply give him a quick peck on the cheek to express your gratitude; he won't show much emotion beyond a slight smirk. he wants to continue projecting an air of toughness and coolness around you. he'll proudly brag to lute about how you kissed him, he is absolutely smitten for you.

a/n: i attempted to romanticise valentino because, although i detest his personality, i adore his character design. many others asked for him as well, so i'm not sure if i was successful.

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nwlyvs · 4 months

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furina graphics !

. . . 🗯️ like + reblog if using 𓂃 req by anon ♡

heres also this random gif that I transparent-ified + added gradient map that i didnt end up using - anyone can use !! ( no credit needed )

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nwlyvs · 4 months

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navia skwjmemekeks my perfect girl😢😢😢

thinking about navia waking you up with kisses and being extra loving in the mornings after healing from the archon quest. cw: none

the early sun crept through the beige curtains, causing light to slowly spread through the bedroom. although you’re not awake to witness the sunrise, navia happily was. she yawns a bit, pushing some of her messy blond strands away from her eyes. “ another morning, another routine. “ she mutters, her gaze aimlessly shifting over to your sleeping form beside her. a loving smile find itself across her lips when she sees your peaceful face.

navia’s gaze drops down to your chest as it softly rises up and down. there’s no lag or any irregular breathing—good. she knows it’s ridiculous to observe your breathing but she can’t shake away the bitter sense of doubt that’s occupying the small corner of her heart. sighing, navia’s gaze returns to your face again; this time full with intent and worry. frowning, she places her hand on your cheek. your skin still felt pleasantly warm.

you stirred a bit, before heaving a deep sigh through your nose. navia’s face softens, “ sorry, mon trésor.”she apologizes, dipping down to place a sweet kiss on your nose. the blonde snorts at your nose cutely crunching up from the kiss. “ naviaa. . “ you drawled in a drowsy voice, opening your tired eyes to playfully glare at your lover. the corner of her lips curls into a sheepish grin. “ i didn’t mean to wake you, i. .simply wished to admire you and couldn’t resist. “ she half lies, carefully shifting her bare body on top of yours. it was true that she was admiring you—you’re (beautiful/handsome) even when you’re asleep. but after what happened a few months ago, how could she not be so attentive to your health? you were now one of the few, if not, the most precious person in her life.

wordlessly, navia holds your face delicately with both hands and brings you into a passionate kiss. you hummed with content, lacing your arms around her waist and sleepily kissed back. “ how was your sleep, mon amour? dreamed of me as always? “ she inquires softly, her voice full of tease. you cracked a smile, rubbing the small of her back tenderly. “if i’m not still dreaming right now, then yes.” navia lets out an angelic, bubbly laugh that made your chest bloom with indescribable warmth. the skin under her eyes crinkles, her sparkly, oceanic hues looks ever so brilliant than usual—archons, maybe you are dreaming.

navia’s lips traces down to your jawline, leaving kisses in its wake. your breath hitches as she moves down to your neck, planting a brief kiss right against your pulse point. by now, the drowsiness left your body. “ you sure are extra loving this morning, navi. “ you chuckled, sounding a bit flustered. you feel her smile into your neck, she presses a few more kisses against your skin before sighing happily.

“ why would i not be when you’re still here every morning with me? “ she whispers, voice slightly strained.

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nwlyvs · 4 months

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━━ loving from afar .

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they are in the crushing/pining stage ❀ ˎˊ- characters: blade, argenti, jing yuan, dr. ratio, dan heng, luocha, caelus, dan feng ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: argenti might ??? be ooc because i still havent done his quest yet 🙈 dr ratio is also probably ooc bc he's wrriten before release lolol ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: i totally did not write this instead of studying for my bio final oopsies <3 ALSO LONG HCS INCOMING

Blade keeps you at an arm's distance - never too close, but never too far either. He watches you in the corner of his eye, transfixed by your presence alone. Yet he never steps outside of his shell, and instead torments himself by forcing a distance between him.

He's spent hours by his lonesome, lost in his thoughts and wondering just what you were to him. If he loved you, like every one of his coworkers have been telling him, what did it mean for the future, for his deal with Elio?

It'll fade soon enough, he tells himself. When the deed is done, and Elio's script has finished, and death is finally granted to him, there will no need for these fleeting emotions. Yes, when he finally is given rest, this "love" will fade.

But his heart is not as easy to sway as his mind. When you smile at him, something in his chest squeezes. It pulses and beats with life when you come too close for comfort, and at your touch, warmth spreads throughout him like a fireplace in winter.

Blade protects you, even when you aren't aware of it. Even the most dangerous of cities are harmless to you - because no one is idiotic enough to challenge an intergalactic criminal; at least, no one alive. Whenever he accompanies you on missions, his arms are always locked around his broken sword, or something similar. The reason as to why he does this is simple, really. Had he had nothing to hold onto, his hands would naturally hover around your waist, ready to pull you against him lest danger come upon you.

When combat does ensue, Blade's movements are quicker, precise, but most importantly, more impressive. Even if you're busy holding up your own end of the fight, Blade always ends up trying a little bit harder when he fights by your side. Whether it's to keep you safe or to keep your attention on him, well, he isn't going to be the one to tell you.

The way Blade melts when he's around you is undeniable, even by his coworkers. His apathetic face of stone softens into fondness once he looks at you, blood-colored eyes giving way to rose petals. Smirks turn into smiles, genuine smiles that neither you nor Blade knew he could make. Just by being by your side, Blade finds warmth in life once again - and that is enough for him.

Argenti, truth be told, never thought he'd fall in love. After all, he'd long accustomed himself to the idea of traveling alone. Yes, he'd been infatuated with the various beauties that the universe had to offer, but it was never more than that - a mere admiration. And yet, here he was, wiping at a crumb by your lip with his thumb, his eyes staring at your lips for a second too long.

Contrary to what some may say, Argenti is quieter when he's in love. Yes, he does have his moments where he's back to being a theatre kid in the wild, but for the most part, the knight is tamer, almost shy.

Despite regularly basking in the limelight, Argenti almost becomes bashful when subjected to your praise. It's not like he hasn't gotten compliments before - far from it. But it's different, as cheesy as it sounds, when it comes from you. His heart swells wonderfully at your words, and long after you have parted, Argenti replays the memories in his head, over and over again as he sighs like a lovesick maiden.

Beauty's knight is practically at your beck and call, and he does anything he can to see that radiant smile of yours. Are you cold? He'll drape his cape over your shoulders. Need something? No need to overexert yourself, let him get that for you. Yes, that flower is pretty, isn't it. The only thing that would make it even more beautiful, naturally, is if it were tucked behind your ear.

The kisses he presses to your knuckles linger longer than when he'd first met you. When he extends his hand to you, he is reluctant to let go when it does come time to part. More recently, he's taken to brushing his knuckles against the side of your face, his expression far too tender to be attributed to mere fondness.

A beautiful pink flush, like the dust of spring roses, blooms across his face as he gazes upon you with nothing but tenderness. This wasn't so bad, he thought to himself, this feeling like his heart may burst out of his chest. Even if he so desperately wants to sweep you into his embrace, and kiss you passionately like the lovers in fairytales, Argenti is patient, and he is content to wait until the right moment to confess.

Jing Yuan... Well, to put it bluntly, he's more of a brat with you. The thing with Jing Yuan is that he doesn't fall in love as easily as one might think - on the contrary, it takes years of friendship and working side by side in order for Jing Yuan to catch any sort of feelings.

With love, trust must come first, no matter how fleeting of a crush this love is. So for Jing Yuan to have fallen for you, it means that he's long become comfortable to start teasing the ever loving hell out of you. Whether it be through playful comments that are just barely disguised by professionalism, or intentionally skipping out on paperwork just to have you scold him, Jing Yuan makes sure that you have to think about him at least once in your day (don't worry he does do the work eventually he's somewhat responsible I swear).

To add on, he's dramatic, too. The great general turns into the biggest drama queen of the Xianzhou Luofu the second you even hint at not being able to make it for one of your scheduled meetings together. Does Jing Yuan understand that life sometimes gets in the way? Absolutely. Is he going to give you a hard time regardless? 100%. You both know he'll let you off the hook in the end anyway, so why not have some fun with it?

Now, one of my favorite headcanons for Jing Yuan is that he is a very clingy man. When the relationship transcends from mere coworkers to something more, he becomes touchy. Not enough to the point where you'd get uncomfortable, naturally, but just enough so that you're forced to look at him. If you're doing work and he feels like you're not giving him enough attention, he'll plop himself right next to you and lean his entire body weight onto your side, feigning innocence when you give him a look. But it's important to note that Jing Yuan, again, only does this in places where he's comfortable and confident to do so. He's not going to bother you in say, a work meeting (Yukong and Fu Xuan would team up to kill him).

But then come the quiet moments, where it's just you and him, simply appreciating the other's presence. This can come in many forms - whether it be a simple walk down the streets of the Xianzhou, trying a new tea shop that had opened in Aurum Alley, or just taking a nap in the gardens. Away from the eyes of society and away from work, you're allowed to relax. It's times like these where Jing Yuan's teasing slows, and he lets down his guard. Perhaps, when the silence runs on for too long, and you turn to look at Jing Yuan, you may find him already gazing at you, a tender smile on his face.

The great Veritas Ratio? Pining? What a joke. Why, even the mere notion that he might have a crush is absolutely ridiculous, why would you even say that-

Yeah, he's not fooling anyone. Even his own students can see that behind that marble head is a man who's hopelessly in love with you. He'll rush out of class the second the bell rings to meet with you, clutching his stone tablet to his chest. If he wasn't well known to the Intelligentsia Guild as one of their best professors, he would've easily been mistaken as another student experiencing a university romance.

Ratio rambles endlessly about anything and everything to you, from the research he's been conducting to his students' progress to the random salaryman who managed to piss him off. He's so excited about it too. You wouldn't be wrong to call him a puppy when he's around you, but can you blame him? There's not a lot of people who can listen to and keep up with him, after all.

Likewise, Ratio repays the favor to you by listening to every word you say. Even the most insignificant of things, he remembers. Your favorite drinks, seasons, anything, he'll make a note of. Your worries and insecurities, he doesn't beat down on or ignore them. Rather, he tries to help you work through them rationally. He gives you an ear to rant to, provided that you too listen to him when he needs you to.

He'll gush about the things you did to his coworkers and students alike, even if he himself doesn't consider it gushing. Professors who have never seen your face know all about you thanks to Ratio's giddy ramblings about you. The guild members are honestly tired of it, but his closer friends can't deny that they're happy he's found someone he cares about to this degree - although, if they have to hear about how cute you were when you did this and that one more time, they're going to explode.

However, he gets defensive whenever questioned about his feelings. Whether it be his pride or just plain denial of his feelings, Ratio thinks that he's too busy for such frivolous feelings. He just admires you, that's all! There's nothing more to it. Who wouldn't be fond of another genius in the Guild? Well, he can defend his feelings for as long as he wants, but not even a sculpted face could hide that you undoubtedly have the doctor wrapped around your finger.

Dan Heng is just adorable when he's got a crush. He's so obvious about it too, or at least, the members of the Express think it's obvious. Dan Heng is normally a reserved gentleman who rarely expresses himself - and when he does express himself, it's usually exasperation from March or the Trailblazer's actions.

So when you come along and soften the sharp glare of his eyes, changing that indifferent expression into a gentle smile, they already know that he's fallen for you, and by the Aeons did he fall hard.

He's more impartial to your ideas than he is to say, the likes of March (she's claimed favoritism more than once, and well, he hasn't exactly denied it). Even if your ideas can be stupid, Dan Heng will go along with it no matter how much he himself objects - all to make sure you're safe. He'll sigh in exasperation and cross his arms a few times, but when he sees you smile and hears you laugh, he can't help a warm smile of his own slipping onto his face.

When March teases him about his budding feelings for you, Dan Heng brushes her off with a sigh. He's just being nice, after all. A smile or two didn't really mean anything, right? The two of you were just friends. Being courteous didn't mean that he liked you in well, that way. That's what he tells himself, anyways.

Because no matter how much he's used to keeping that stony face, it all goes down the window the second you do anything for him. You tell him one morning that he looks really nice? It's all he'll think about for the rest of the day. Visit him in the archives to bring him food after he's skipped out on meals yet again? Yeah, he's not going to be sleeping. Catch him a surprise hug, and his entire face erupts in bright red.

You, undoubtedly, are his greatest weakness. But Dan Heng doesn't mind it, to be honest. As much as he may appear to hate the embarrassment that comes whenever he freezes or flusters from one of your actions, he can't deny that when you make his heart flutter or his skin goosebump, it feels... nice.

To be honest, if Luocha liked you, you wouldn't notice it - at first. He treats you the same as he would any other friend, save for some very minute differences that slip under the radar of basically everyone. It's mainly what he feels on the inside that makes him realize that, against all odds, he's fallen for you.

It starts out small. He hadn't expected much out of you, to be honest. At most, you were to be a mere acquaintance, a short chapter in his life's saga. But of course, life never went the way one expected it to.

Luocha notices his feelings for you when he sees you laugh at one of his sassier remarks. It didn't take long for him to realize that he enjoyed pulling that reaction out of you, being the reason behind your smile. As time passed, he'd make it his goal to make you smile at least once each day.

Of course, he's surprised by how he feels for you - startled, even. As a wanderer, his relationships were purely professional, and at most, he'd make a friend or two. He was constantly leaving, traveling, journeying. But with you, he finds a little home for himself.

If Luocha ever got to the point to where he'd fall in love, then he'd be a lot more vulnerable with you. Sometimes, he'll be uncharacteristically tender, such as when he tucks one of his favorite flowers behind your ear. The expression on his face is indiscernible, clouded by an emotion you don't recognize. But it's raw, soft, emotional. His gloved fingers linger there for a moment, and his eyes flicker to your lips for a split second before he pulls away. Had it not been for the flower still behind your ear, you would've thought you'd hallucinated that exchange from the way Luocha was acting.

But this isn't to say that he won't tease you - far from it. His comments are borderline flirtatious when the two of you fight, as it's mainly you doing the damage while he supports you from behind. It's not uncommon for him to ask where you'd be without him when he heals you, especially when he patches you up after a fight - that rare, yet irritating smirk on his face. Sometimes, you think he goes out of his way to aggravate you, just to get a reaction (you're 100% right, but when questioned, all you get is innocent smile).

Caelus doesn't really know what he's doing, but he's trying his best. His crush is puppy love at its finest, and considering that he's only been alive for a few months at most, you're likely the first person he's ever had a crush on. As a result, he's clumsy with how he handles it, but in an endearing way.

He's stupid when he's around you, even moreso than usual. His recklessness is ramped up to the max as he tries to impress you. Sometimes, it miraculously works in his favor and he looks like a badass. Other times, he ends up falling flat on his face - which is embarrassing, of course, but Caelus wouldn't be Caelus if he let something like that knock him down.

His attempts at flirting are... well, it's the thought that counts. I'm not sure what personality Silver Wolf shoved into him, but his knowledge of society and their practices comes with a heavy tint of social media. Caelus's main form of flirting are pickup lines that are so stupid they're funny, and references from franchises you've never heard of. It's not exactly something that would sweep you off your feet, but it's charming and sweet.

What annoys his friends the most about Caelus's crush is that he'll go along with basically anything you do. Now, this could go one of two ways. Either you're also a little gremlin and Dan Heng has to come and save the two of you (+ March) after you screwed up, or you're actually responsible and keep a leash on him. What's funny is that Caelus could have a completely different opinion on something, such as where he wanted to have for dinner, but if you want something else, suddenly Caelus is advocating for what you want.

He also kicks his feet and giggles into his hands when he thinks about you. This is a very important detail.

But don't get him wrong, Caelus isn't just silly all the time. He's already protective enough of the Express members, but when it comes to you, he turns into a guard dog. Anyone who doesn't pass the vibe check (Sampo) is immediately warded off with his bat. Caelus isn't afraid to get physical, so I'd advise holding him back unless you want to see someone's bones get broken.

Caelus is like an little dog, excitedly showing off whatever weird thing he found to you. But knowing him, these things could range from ancient relics to him bringing back a particularly shiny trashcan onto the Express. He always lights up whenever you express interest in whatever he's brought back, and you can't help but indulge him, as long as you can see him smile like that a little longer.

He hates it. To put it bluntly, Dan Feng absolutely detests these feelings, especially when all the signs point to you being the cause of it. He hates his stupid heart for dancing whenever you're near him, hates how the tips of his ears flush, and utterly despises his tail for betraying his true feelings by wagging at your praise.

He's embarrassed, almost humiliated, and his friends teasing him doesn't make it any better. Yingxing and Jing Yuan are the worst; they keep bringing you up and it aggravates him to no end. He's better than this, he's the High Elder for Long's sake, he shouldn't be held down by something as mundane as a crush.

And yet he is. When he's by his lonesome in the Luofu, he finds himself wondering where you are, what you were doing. Who are you with? What expression are you making right now? His thoughts are plagued by you to the point where he's annoyed. Even late at night, he dreams of you, his face burning as he thinks back to how you looked that day, how you sounded, how you felt.

He wants to rid himself of these thoughts, but they persist regardless. Dan Feng longs for you despite himself, yearns for your touch and dreams of your kiss. When he sees you smiling at someone else, inadvertently, he finds himself wanting you to smile at him instead. He'll never admit it, but pride swells within Dan Feng's chest whenever you're excited by anything he does for you. Only later, when he thinks back to that moment, does he begin to worry - wondering just why he liked making you smile so much.

Dan Feng acts like doing anything for you is such a hassle and inconvenience, but if you even mention asking someone else to help you instead, he glares at you, grabbing you by the waist with his tail to stop you from going anywhere. He'll roll his eyes, maybe look away for a bit, but in the end, he'll concede, saying that he supposes that he take time of his very busy schedule, mind you, to assist you with your little problem.

He'll poke you a lot, too. This can range from flicking you on the forehead when you do something stupid to poking your cheek when he feels the need to drill something into your skull, or even whacking you with his tail (gently) whenever you insinuate the notion that maybe, just maybe, Dan Feng was beginning to like you a little.

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'𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 ( 𝗸͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝗺𝗮 ) ⬭ 𝗂𝗌

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i love women so much its actually crazy

BE MY MUSE

synopsis: "paint me like one of your fontaine girls..."

featuring: navia, clorinde, furina, lynette

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: artist! reader, sub! afab fem reader (navia, clorinde, furina), dom! afab fem reader (lynette), voyeurism, mast.urbation, not full on smut but it is heavily implied, cunnilingus (reader giving), fing.ering, degradation (furina), praise, teasing, sensual touching, might be ooc.

art credits: blue period

NAVIA

Navia chuckles to herself as the last piece of clothing is discarded on the floor. Her slim, feminine, body perched elegantly against the satin sheets of the cushion, basking effortlessly in the dayglow of Fontaine’s sun like the Goddess she seemed to be. You swallowed your mouth dry. Taken aback with how ethereal she looked in the moment as her golden locks framed her face like a portrait hung in your gallery.

Navia purses her lips together, a curious, yet amused smirk causing a heart to form at her mouth. She chuckled, a prick of heat burning at your insides.

“Never seen a woman naked before?” She smiles, nude body all on display with no shame whatsoever. She was the one who had asked you to paint her, after all, of course she wouldn’t be embarrassed. It was her request…

“I have.” You quickly retorted back, gripping the stem of your brush with a tighter hand. “…Just not as exquisite as you.”

Her cheeks pinkened at your honesty, before she quickly covered it up with a smile.

“You flatter me, Artist,” she giggles, leaning back in her seat to leave all her assets on display. “Tell me then, does my request to paint me nude, make you nervous?”

She hugs herself to squish her breasts together, a sight that has you clearing your throat and looking away nervously. “Of course not, I’ve done commissions of all bodies. Clothed, and nude.”

Navia smirks at this.

“Then…is it normal for the Artist to get so flustered over her muse?”

There’s an essence of mischief in her tone. It has you clutching your paintbrush with strength similar to that of a stress ball. “I am not…flustered.” You say in a gritty tone, avoiding her bright blue eyes as you start to mark out the lines of her figure. “Let’s just move on with the painting. Please, get in a position that pleases you, my lady.”

Another smirk. That didn’t seem good.

“Like this?” Navia taunts with pleasure, lying back against her seat and leaving everything out for you to witness. You swallowed again, eyes wandering over her smooth, supple, chest. Areolas a pretty, puffy, pink color that stiffened the more she exposed them to the drafty air.

“Ah…that’s good.” You say with a stiff mumble. “Are you alright with staying like that for an hour or so?”

“Hm, perhaps not.” Navia tuts with fake afterthought. “I think I’ll choose a different position.”

She suddenly spreads her legs a bit wider, a gasp catching in the back of your throat as your eyes landed on the flower that sat between Navia’s legs. It was cleanly shaven —not waxed, but you could tell she had shaved before your appointment— and soft from the way she pressed against one of the folds. She flashed you a suggestive grin, before giggling at the sight of you all enamored by her pussy.

“Are you going to start painting soon?” Navia asks in a delighted tone. “Before you begin, let me just…” She suddenly dips one of her fingers into her cunt and sighs, a breathy moan leaving her lips. “There, all done…”

If you were blushing before, you were a lava cake by now. Navia could practically see the steam coming out from your face, and she chuckles before circling her clit with her thumb. “I guess a woman has never toyed with herself in front of you, hm?” She groans, slowly rubbing circles around her clit until she’s wet enough to appear glistening. “Are you embarrassed?”

You shook your head no. Clearly enamored by the sight of the Spina di arousal president masturbating in front of you. “Was this your goal the whole time? To…taunt me with your body?”

Navia laughs at this and shakes her head no, “Of course not, mon amour.” She uses two fingers to spread her two walls apart. “I want you to touch me.”

Almost like a song, you were drawn to where she was seated, dropping your brush to the ground and forgetting about the painting entirely. Navia smiles tenderly at the way you follow her command, pushing you down until you are kneeled by her feet like a priestess worshiping her divinity. “I was thinking the portrait could be from a different point of view,” She mutters under her breath. “It’s important for the Artist to commit it to memory…”

Combing her fingers through your hair, she slowly pushes your face into her folds and gasps, head tilted back in ecstasy, while your tongue begins to taste what heaven feels like.

“Ah…”

CLORINDE

The intimidating, Champion Duelist of Fontaine was currently lying sprawled out against your couch with her muscular body out on display. Amongst the obvious parts of her body that caught your attention, her muscles were what drew you in, as the Champion Duelist had rough, toned scars lining her chest from years of dangerous battle.

As an Artist, you were infatuated. Using the tip of your brush to stroke each line on her abs and highlight every curve of her legs. Which, mind you, we’re chiseled to perfection under the lamp side lighting of your room.

“…Thank you for taking the time to…paint me.” Clorinde whispers under a husky breath. “Especially considering the…circumstances…”

She blushes slightly at her position. Rough, calloused body proving a beautiful muse for you to work on as you’ve had the honor of painting Clorinde’s body nude. (Courtesy of her request)

“It’s no problem, Captain Clorinde.” You say in a professional tone, trying to ignore the ache between your legs when you see her thigh flex its toned structure. “I have done this countless times. You are in the hands of an expert.”

The Duelist smiles softly at your reassurance, deciding to sit up from the sofa.

“Miss Clorinde, I’m not done yet—”

“Could you come over for a moment?” She speaks in a low tone, catching you off guard with how smooth she was being. “Just for a moment. I want to see your hands.”

“…My hands?” You chewed your lip for a moment before getting up from your seat and walking over to the couch. Clorinde leaning back and letting all her muscles move with precision. “Yes, your hands,” she murmurs ever so huskily, reaching over to cup your wrist. “I want to look at them…”

You felt the rough, battle-worn calluses of her fingertips wrap around your hand and pull you closer. An intimate, quiet moment falling between you two, as Clorinde bites her lip and examines the calluses of your own battles.

“Such soft hands, yet they hold their own roughness from your artwork,” the Captain murmurs, almost as if she were enamored by just the sight of you. (She was)

“Captain Clorinde, please…” you laugh shyly. “You speak of me like I’m the art. I’m merely just the artist.”

She growls a little at that statement and shakes her head no. “I may be your muse at the moment, but I can’t help but wish to see you nude in my place.”

In that moment, you find yourself seated on the lap of the very naked Champion Duelist, who has helped herself with teasing you under the leggings of your clothes. You can’t help but agree to every little thing she does, as she begins nibbling against your neck to leave her own works of art.

“I’d like to try a hand at painting myself,” she murmurs hotly into your ear, “Care to be my canvas, Artist?”

You can’t find it in yourself to say no. Shakily nodding your head as she begins to rub circles against your clit with her strong, calloused, fingers.

“That’s a good girl.”

FURINA

Furina chuckles amusingly at the sight of Fontaine’s world renown artist currently hiding behind her easel. The archon herself was used to people kneeling before her, but she found entertainment in the way the cute, bashful artist she hired to commission was too nervous to look her in the eye. “What’s wrong, young artist…” Furina chuckles wickedly, “Are you really that shocked at your archon’s pure beauty?”

She crosses one leg over the other, her nude figure perched confidently by a table as she takes a sip of tea like usual. The way she was acting around you made you think she was doing this on purpose.

“I…you are beautiful indeed, my archon,” you respond to her nervously. “I just didn’t expect for you to disrobe so quickly.”

Furina sneers at the way you fidget so anxiously, tipping her teacup down to the point you worried it might spill. “Aren’t you an artist?” She chuckles behind her hand, “An artist who specializes in nude paintings as well. Tell me, does the sight of your beloved archon all skimmed down to her nudity really bother you that much?”

“No, of course not!” You quickly retort defensively. “It’s just quite a shocker to have your archon disrobe in front of you so…quickly.”

You bite your lip and look away. “You got out of your clothes quicker than I could get out my paints…”

Furina laughs hysterically at your quiet little stammer before running a hand over the smoothness of her thighs. “Oh…you’re just too cute…” she sputters under her laughs. “I definitely made the right choice in choosing you…”

She leans back against the chair and bites one of her manicured nails. That stuck up, haughty smile prickling you with annoyance as your archon seemed to treat this as a game. “You should be grateful I even asked you to paint me at all,” she snickers before uncrossing her legs. “You have the blessing of seeing Focalors’ body in the flesh.”

Your throat tightened at the sight of her legs now spread wide for you to see just how wet she was beneath her clothes. According to what you saw, she had been dripping for a while, but hid it well due to how she crossed her legs while seated right in front of you.

“M-Miss Furina…I…” your cheeks burned and you couldn’t look away.

“I…I…what?” She smirked mockingly at your stutter and teases you even more by pinching one of her nipples. The sight alone causes a burning ache between your legs, and you couldn’t help but stare entranced at the way she squeezed her own breast. “Go on, spit it out. If you say the right thing, I might just let you touch me yourself.”

“Pardon!?”

“Oh, don’t be so modest,” she snaps her finger and beckons you over. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me so hungrily? What a pervert you are, dear Artist…”

The way she wags her finger at you almost has you on your hands and knees, crawling towards her like you were being pulled on a leash. Furina is delighted at the sight, looking joyous as she gives you a proper show of spreading her pussy lips even wider. Her slick, dripping essence cascading down the milky white thighs of your archon, and looking like the perfect muse for you to commit to memory.

“I want to see just how lithe an Artist’s fingers are,” Furina tuts, degradingly tapping your nose before propping you up to become face to face with her cunt. “Impress me, then perhaps I can give you an extra tip for a job well done.”

“But Miss Furina, your painting…”

“Silence.” She pulls you up by the hair and sneers. “This is a much better use for your hands, hm?”

LYNETTE

Lynette was definitely on the shyer side when she asked to become your muse. She had always admired your artwork, silently wishing that one day, she could take the place of one of your nude paintings, basking in an ethereal afterglow of your brushstrokes, as she wanted to be the center of your attention. (And only your attention)

You were surprised, needless to say, when the quiet magician’s assistant asked you after her show to become your muse. Even more surprised when she silently requested for it to be a nude drawing. Though you masked your surprise quite well, a small part of you was curious to see the beautiful body of the mysterious magician’s assistant, as she was very secretive with her personal life to the point not a lot of people knew about her.

You took up the commission, currently setting up your easel and waiting for Lynette to disrobe from her clothing. A comfortable silence falling between you two, before the sound of fabric hitting the floor caught your attention.

“…I’m ready.” Lynette spoke quietly, causing you to peek out from behind your canvas.

The cat woman was currently perched atop your couch in her full, nude, glory. Chest perky from the way the cold air hit her nipples, along with the smooth, supple skin of her back arched beautiful against the satin cushions. Her ears flattened in slight embarrassment from being in such a provocative situation, yet you couldn’t take her eyes off her as she was just so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Oh, how sweet…” you murmur with a smile, caught in awe with how stunning Lynette is. “Get in a comfortable position for me, will you? You’ll have to stay like that for an hour or two.”

Her ears flattened even more and she nodded, stiffly moving so that her body was sitting upright in a rather erect position. She looked quite firm and…not relaxed at all, placing her hands on her knees and sitting as if she were waiting for her appointment at the doctor’s office.

“…Oh dear,” you chuckled a bit at the way she was sitting. “That position is a bit too stiff for my liking. Here, let me help you.”

Setting your paint sets down, you walked over closer to where Lynette sat and saw her visibly tense up. You frowned a little at her discomfort and raised your hands in the air. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t want me to. I’m just going to lightly guide your body to a more comfortable position.”

You smiled warmly at her and saw her ears twitch with acceptance. Slowly, she lets you guide her body down to lie on the couch, your eyes locked on hers and causing a small blush to adorn the cat woman’s pale cheeks.

“…Thank you,” Lynette whispers, her voice soft as she gazes up at you with longing. “I am a bit…embarrassed, however.”

“There is no need to be embarrassed,” you chuckle comfortingly, patting her head like you would with a cat. “The human body is beautiful, and yours is just as exquisite as any of the other muses I’ve had the pleasure of painting.”

She blushes softly at the way you call her body beautiful, and Lynette lets out a soft little purr of pleasure under your pets. “Can you…help me relax a little?” She asks in a quieter voice, almost embarrassed with her request. “My body is too tense. I need my muscles to…relax…”

You smile softly at the way she paws at your hand and slowly drags it downwards. Your fingers lightly stroking down her neck, her chest, her stomach, before finally reaching the twitching ache of her walls beneath you.

“Here?” You ask with a certain tenderness, lightly pushing against her clit like a button.

“Yes…!” Lynette whimpers, grasping onto your back with her nails. “Right there…”

#navia #clorinde #furina #lynette #gi

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im seriously thinking in coming back, thinking about pjsk but just headcanons.... ive been creating a lot in twt tbh

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PTN WOMEN AS PARENTS PT. 2 | Various

PAIRING: Anne x Afab!Reader, Cabernet x Afab!Reader, Coquelic x Afab!Reader, Garofano x Afab!Reader, Shalom x Afab!Reader.

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Children, LMK if there's anything else!

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's part 2! I'm definitely making this a mini series and I'm gonna try to write a part for each PTN women (that I write for). Once again dedicated to the lovely @prisoner-of-sin.

✧ ANNE

• Anne is one of the most caring mothers, truly putting her childrens needs before hers regarding anything. Nothing is more important to her than making sure your kids have a happy childhood.

• It's common thing for Anne to call you and your kids during the day if she's away as a medic on a mission or is swarmed with caring for the injured at the Bureau.

• She hates being away from you and your kids for too long, an aching to have you and them in her arms a constant loom over her. So when she finally gets home, be prepared for her to shower you all in love and affection.

• She loves to have your kids in her arms, having them wrapped up and secured -- especially when they're babies. She doesn't like to be separated from them for too long when they're so fragile at that age.

• People would say Anne is quite a clingy mother, and while that is true, she can't help but want to always have your kids by her side. It's definitely gonna be tough for her to let them go when their old enough.

• She loves to look through your kids baby photos and she loves to take them. She almost always is taking photos of your kids because she wants to try and capture every moment of their life.

• No matter what path your kids end up taking when their older, Anne is always going to love them unconditionally, and she's always going to hold on to them in some sort of way, because no matter she won't be ready for when they leave the nest.

✧ CABERNET

• Cabernet is quite a fun loving mother. She values having fun with her kids and pushing them to always have fun themselves. She cares for them deeply and does everything in her power to give them a good life.

• Be prepared for Cabernet to turn your children into mini food critiques -- specifically critiques on the food you make. It's adorable at first when your children taste test your food, but it can be a little annoying after awhile when all they give you are negative reviews.

• Cabernet doesn't quite have the guts to tell you herself if the food you make for dinner is... unappetizing to her. Because of this, she'll usually send one of your kids to taste test your food, leave and report back to her on how it tastes and then send them back to critique you.

• You learned pretty quickly what she was doing, and each time she'd continue doing it, you'd hold a blank face, eyes glancing at the entry to the kitchen with a glare as you watched her quickly dip her head around the corner.

• Despite the whole thing being a headache to you, you can't help but find it amusing on how she uses your kids to critique the food you make. It brings a smile to your face when you think about how Cabernet doesn't have the balls to tell you herself.

• Something Cabernet loves to do with your children is cook. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she's sure to turn your kitchen into a full on cooking show as she had your kids running around helping her make things.

• It's adorable, because they all wear matching aprons and chef hats, matching as they make an unintentional mess of the kitchen. Once they finish, prepare for the kitchen to look like a hurricane swept through.

✧ COQUELIC

• Coquelic is a great balance for a mom. She can be stern yet supportive. She pushes her kids to pursue what they want to do in life, while still pushing them towards her own interests.

• She tries her best to get your guys children interested in gardening, or at least have them understand the beauty of plants. If one of your children is interested, she's over the moon with happiness! Sharing something in common that she loves with her child is a gift she cherishes.

• If one of her kids isn't as interested in gardening or plants, Coquelic is alright with that. She doesn't want to be the type of mom that pushes her interests on her kids, she wants them to love what they love, she only wants them to try her interest out once and see why she loves it.

• Coquelic will raise your children within the Garden -- with your approval -- and something that comes with that is your children having many aunts. The assassins in the Garden care for your children as much as you both do, watching out for them whenever you both can't.

• Something she'll do is teach your children srlf defense from a young age. She wants your kids to be able to defend themselves in situations where you both won't be there to protect them. It gives her peace to know her kids can defend themselves.

• Be prepared for your children to be miniature Coquelic's. For some reason your kids just have her personality, and the older they get the more that becomes apparent.

• Something that will happen often to you is being on the end one of your children's "pranks," something that Coquelic will have a hand in helping them with.

✧ GAROFANO

• Garofano, despite her older age, has always wanted to have children of her own. She may be older, but that isn't gonna push her away from wanting and having kids with you.

• When you do finally welcome your first child into the world, know Garofano is going to treat them so gently and delicately, holding them as if they could break at any moment.

• She loves sitting back in a chair, with one of your kids in her arms or sitting in her lap. She'll be reading a book or sewing/stitching up something for them while they read or play with their toys.

• When they're a bit older, she'll want to teach them how to sew. Whether they're interested or not, she wants thdm to have the skill, so she'll sit them down and take delicate time in teaching them everything, helping them whenever they get stuck.

• She also adores making your kids their own clothes. You can commonly find Garofano sitting in her sewing room making a new sweater or scarf for your kids, the look of pure love swirling in her eyes as she works.

• Because of her older age, it's common for her to get tired quite easily when your kids decide to be more rowdy. If she has to run around the house to catch one of them, expect her to collapse into a chair to try and catch her breath quite a few times.

• Though just because Garofano can get quite tired when your kids get a little crazy, she doesn't regret having kids with you for one second. This was the best decision she ever made after all.

✧ SHALOM

• Shalom -- despite being a horrible and downright evil woman -- is an amazing mother. She's tender and loving to each one of your kids, prioritizing them no matter what.

• She takes great care in teaching her kids all about the world, from the good to the bad. She doesn't like glossing over the horrible things life holds, because she wants her kids to be know and be prepared for anything.

• When they're older, she'll be more direct about the bad. She won't do what she did when they were young and put it into a fantasy scenario. No, she'll tell them what the world holds, and sometimes will even show them.

• Besides preparing her children for the real world, Shalom loves spending some quality time with each of them. She'll take time out of her day to sit down and do what they want to do.

• If they want to have a tea party, Shalom is going to be sitting at their little table, holding perfect manners and taking their play time seriously as they pour her "real" tea.

• If for some reason she's gone during the day to deal with... matters, she's going to try her hardest to be home for your kids bedtime. She'll arrive home just in time as your tucking them in, and she'll be grabbing a book to read to them before they sleep.

• Because of what she does Shalom's made plenty of enemies in her life, and she's always prepared for one to go after her family. If someone does though, you better know they aren't getting away with it -- she's going to make sure they suffer and use them as a warning to everyone else.

ENDING NOTES: Ugh, this is so fun to write! I may love writing smut more than fluff, I can't help but enjoy the times I do write it. Especially now when I'm writing very degenerate smut for December. Anyway, lmk which women you'd like to see in PT. 3.

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FIREWORKS

cw: established relationship, blade x gn! reader, holding hands, reader is part of stellaron hunters, blade is lil shy

a/n: this was all i can pull o(‧"‧)o im still unsure of this concept tho.. just ignore the fact it’s semi new years..

today was a special day. it was the day you and blade would watch the fireworks; you originally planned to watch them a few weeks ago. and yknew blade for a long time - when he was still yingxing.

blade surprisingly enjoyed fireworks, since it reminded him of the day he and you would sit atop a hill and watch the fireworks fly up into the sky and explode with bright colors.

you also remember how blade would hold your hand while watching the fireworks. not that he was scared, but because he wanted you to stay with him forever.

oh how he’d blush when you told him he’s been holding your hand for too long, that even your hands were sweaty.

walking up to the hill that you two would always sit by, you were surprised that blade was already there, waiting. he didn’t seem to notice your presence; he seemed to be lost in thought.

“bladie.” you said softly, using the nickname that kafka uses on him. however, he seems to blush whenever you called him that.

blade was fortunate for the darkness - it hid his blush.

he turned around to meet your gaze. patting a nearby area for you to sit. you gladly sat down before quickly glancing at him. you had to admit, he looked majestic under the minority of lights showing.

the luofu was quite busy at this time. so busy that you could hear the chatter from where you and blade sat.

“i have something for you.”

blade took out a small jade abacus that twinned with his own. it was smooth and shiny, and you had heard that they were pretty expensive.

“you bought this for me?” you asked, amazed with the small jade item.

“yes.” he replied, shrugging like his heart wasnt pounding a hundred miles per second. he softened at how delighted you were at such a simple item.

he’ll never mention the part where he purposely threatened the cashier to hand over the jade abacus.

his thoughts were soon interrupted by your sweet voice.

“blade, look! the fireworks!”

the fireworks shot up like rockets and exploded with colors of red, orange, yellow, and so on. it was a beautiful sight to behold. and even better that you were with him.

he noticed the small sparkle in your eyes. it reminded him of the old days. his lips slightly raised at the thought.

you moved yourself to sit on blade’s lap, placing your head in the crook of his neck. you both sighed in sync.

the fireworks and firecrackers continue to go on. but all you can focus on was blade.

and same with him.

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nwlyvs · 5 months

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sorry guys im just a hopeless romantic cupio💔💔

✎ SESAME DUMPLING.ᐟ

author's note: first post and of course it's about blade. this man has a strong chokehold on me i go insane every time i think about him. if you're wondering where i got the inspiration from, it's from a tweet that contains spoilers for the next patch’s event which can be found here.

— pairing: blade x gn! reader.

— content: reader is part of the stellaron hunters, colleagues/friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff.

in his long and suffering years of living, with his past memories constantly rising from the dead to haunt him, blade finds himself in a dilemma. the man is infamous for his never-ending list of unforgivable crimes he committed.

he walks around with a bounty worth 8.83m on his head, never failing to make his escape when the time calls. he had seen it all. he had seen how people are foolish to succumb to their desires. he had seen it all.

but yet, what is this feeling in his chest? why does it happen every time he looks at you?

“bladie, what’s gotten into you? you’ve been staring at them for the past fifteen minutes,” his fellow colleague: kafka’s amused voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

blade snapped back to reality, narrowing his eyes and crossed his arms. somehow, he felt ashamed. but he couldn’t decipher the reason for his feelings? was it due to him staring like a fool at you? or was it how he was caught red-handed? who knows. but the teasing glint in kafka’s eyes tells him otherwise.

silver wolf made a gagging sound, focused on playing her game on his mobile phone. “bleh, blade’s got a crush.”

“shut up,” he huffed, fingers digging into the fabric of his long sleeves.

kafka giggles, reaching over to rest her gloved and delicate hand on his shoulder. although, the woman was anything but delicate, considering how ruthless she can be at times. “don’t worry, bladie. i’m sure they feel the same way as you, but you might want to hurry, or someone might steal them away from you.”

blade stiffened at the last sentence. he couldn’t imagine a life without you. as far as he was aware, you had barged into his life without warning. blade tried all sorts of methods to push you away but you were stubborn.

he threatened to kill you should you ever make him mad but you merely smirked, taunting him to do it. and till this day, blade had never raised his sword against you.

his amber eyes unconsciously returned to your figure a few feet away. your back was facing them and it seemed like you were staring at something displayed by the windows of a shop. blade observed you from where he sat, watching as your eyes widened in awe.

he watched as you leaned in until your nose was squashed against the window surface. he watched as you straightened yourself and you entered the shop.

the next thing he knew, you had appeared before them with something held in your hands. kafka and silver wolf sniggered the moment they saw the cute cat plushie, easily connecting the dots. blade on the other hand, was bemused. his eyes flickered between the plushie and your grinning face, unsure.

the cat plushie was medium-sized. it only has its face, front paws and long tail peeking out of the front hole of its bed. the cat’s fur is grayish-black and its eyes are completely pitch-black. the cat’s right front paw and the tip of its tail was bandaged. the cat bed has the same color scheme as blade’s standard clothes. when blade eventually realized there was a plushie version of him, he felt flustered.

thankfully, his sunglasses and mask managed to hide his flushed cheeks. “...you, why did you buy that? you’re wasting your money.”

you blinked, raising the cat plushie held in your arms. “hm? i bought it because it reminds me of you. beside, i think it’s cute!”

silver wolf rolled her eyes, mumbling a poor excuse and walked away from the table. kafka patted the speechless man’s shoulder before making her leave as well, leaving you and blade by the table. you sat on the vacant chair on his right, placing the plushie on the table and rested your chin on top.

“what? don’t you think it’s cute?” you huffed, cocking your head to the side.

the cat plushie and with how you tilted your head to the side made blade’s heart skip a beat. he loudly cleared his throat, squirming about in his seat. “...whatever, do as you pleased.”

you chuckled; amused with his reaction. you have never seen him showing another emotion that wasn’t anger or hatred. you pulled your chair closer to his until your clothes knees bumped against one another, underneath the table. the brief contact was enough to make goosebumps form on his skin.

“(name), what are you-!?”

blade’s voice died down in his throat when you boldly pulled down his mask to press a fleeting kiss on his cheek. just as quick as it happened, you returned to your seat in a blink of an eye. blade’s mind shut down. he remained where he was, staring at you with wide eyes that was hidden behind the dark frames of his sunglasses.

you smirked. “but if you ask me, i think you’re cuter than the plushie.”

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