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xiaowhore · 1 year

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you're a pain in the neck. (literally.)

premise. in which you make a nuisance of yourself in every train ride you share with scaramouche. (inexplicably, he doesn't stop sitting next to you anyway.)

note. we pretend i didn't disappear for months :D enjoy

Neck pain has been increasingly common in Scaramouche's life these days.

The cause of which is sleeping peacefully on his shoulder, snoring softly as the train rattles past. The way you remain deep in slumber despite the constant lurching is impressive, but your knack for unwittingly making yourself a menace to society is even more spectacular.

Scaramouche takes a deep breath—Kazuha always did advise him to be more patient—yet the moment he does, tufts of your hair curl against his skin. A flush rises to his cheeks, body caught between freezing in place and jolting out of his seat, but he digs his fingers to his thighs and wills himself to dispel the urge to shoot upright, in fear of...

In fear of what? Shocking you awake?

Nonsense. He's never been that considerate.

(Still, once the tension bleeds from his body, he lets his shoulders drop, fitting your head snugly against the crook of his neck. He grabs your phone from your loose grip, tucks it securely in your pocket, and allows himself to stare at the dark circles beneath your eyes.

He can let himself worry for a bit.)

“What's wrong with you?” Kazuha's concerned gaze settles over Scaramouche's hunched figure, slumped miserably on the desk. His head is craned in a particular angle, and Childe, obnoxious as he is, had erupted in boisterous laughter when Scaramouche entered the lecture hall tilted the very same way. Unfortunately, Scaramouche had been too sore to swat away Childe's phone as he took a picture of him in a zombie filter.

“Got a crick in my neck.”

Kazuha frowns. “Did you sleep badly again?”

Scaramouche scoffs in defeat. “You could say that.”

The next time he sees you enter the train, you're drenched.

You make an effort to dry yourself, wiping rainwater out of your hair with a handkerchief and packing your wet jacket in your bag, but you're still undeniably soaked. Some passengers don't bother to hide their distaste, scooting away to other vacant seats as they shoot you a scornful look. Others aren't so cruel, offering packets of tissues and initiating small talk over the worsening weather. Scaramouche watches as your apologetic expression turns into one of gratitude, sheepishly admitting to the nice aunties you forgot to check the forecast.

Scaramouche doesn't quite give you a spare towel or send you a reassuring smile, but he broods silently from where he sits beside you, scowling at the impudent lot now sitting far, far away. Insolent fools, tactless jerks, ill-mannered garbage—a barrage of insults fly in his head, ones he has learned not to verbalize lest he gets in trouble for his crass mouth again.

When the train pauses to his stop, he pulls out a foldable umbrella from his bag, still seething. He hands it out to you, not making eye contact as he's still glaring at the woman giving you a side-eye. “Take this.”

“Uh...?” Perplexed, you hesitantly accept it. “But...”

“It's fine.” He slings his backpack over his shoulder, walking toward the sliding doors. “So don't come here drenched in the rain next time.”

He doesn't get to hear your response as he speeds off.

“I'm an asshole.”

“Is this your moment of self-discovery?”

“Congratulations.”

Scaramouche's eyebrow twitches, but he's much too panicked to make a snarky quip to fire back. It's his fault for picking the wrong people to talk to, anyway—Heizou is a smartass and Xiao has a perpetual stick up his ass. He should've confided to the empathetic Aether instead, or to Venti who gives surprisingly good advice when you least expect it.

“So what made you realize it?” Heizou bites down on a pork cutlet, apparently finished with his daily quota for pissing him off and now fulfilling his obligations as a friend. “Did something happen?”

“Does it have anything to do with how you arrived soaking wet to class?” Xiao adds, poking the tofu on his plate.

“Perhaps you tried stealing an umbrella on your way here?”

“You got it backwards, dumbass. I gave away mine,” Scaramouche scowls.

“That sounds like you did a good thing, then. What's wrong?”

The way he gave it away so roughly. The way he said you could use it so condescendingly. How he'd forgotten to offer words of comfort, no matter how painful or awkward for him, because he'd been so absorbed in pointless matters. How he'd completely ruined his chances of being friends with you by acting like an indifferent jerk.

All because he was too embarrassed to say he's worried you'll catch a cold from the rain.

When Scaramouche takes the train the way home, it's him who's dripping rainwater everywhere.

Karma had gotten his new umbrella stolen from the rack, it seems. He just bought it from the convenience store, damn it.

So now he stands by the doors, too reluctant to go any further inside the train. His wet sneakers squeak beneath his feet, hair sticking uncomfortably on his forehead. His shirt clings to him like second skin, and the only thing retaining his modesty (because of course he falls prey to downpour the one time he wears a white button-up) is a heavy sweater vest soaked in water.

“So much for telling me not to come here when I'm drenched.”

A small towel drapes itself over his head, and Scaramouche quickly turns on his feet. Your mouth is curled into a grin when you step to the spot by his side, but not unkindly—you aren't here to mock him or return his cruel words.

Scaramouche grabs the towel sitting atop his head, drying his hair with it. As he does so, you make no move to leave even with plenty of vacant seats remaining unoccupied.

“... Aren't you going to sit?”

“Hm? No.” You're already holding onto a handrail, staring ahead.

“...Why not?”

“I'm keeping you company.”

???

“Oh, and your umbrella.” You fish it from your bag, holding it out for him to take. “Cute pattern, by the way.”

“Wha-” he's about to say ‘what are you talking about,’ but then he sees the cute star print, the gold sparkles bright against navy blue, and his hair rises on end, face flushing a deep red. Nahida was the one who packed it for me...!

“...Cute.”

“I heard you the first time,” he grumbles under his breath, accepting it from your hand.

An endeared smile crosses your face, one that he doesn't see as he stuffs the umbrella into his backpack.

I wasn't talking about the umbrella.

Scaramouche has always made it a habit to take the train before rush hour, but his report is due today, and so he slept for a grand total of two hours last night just to finish it. It wouldn't even be two hours if he hadn't slept through his alarm, but he wishes he'd woken up earlier; if it meant he could've avoided a crowded train, he could stand to lose some minutes of sleep.

“Can you move a bit?”

“Ow, ow...”

“Sorry, I stepped on your foot!”

“I hope nobody comes in at the next stop...”

Scaramouche empathizes with the last remark in particular, because he really couldn't handle it any more.

Presently, he's staring at the ceiling, praying for divine intervention. His neck is starting to hurt but he forces himself to face upwards, otherwise he would...

“This is tough, isn't it?” You laugh awkwardly, your chuckle turning into a wince when an elbow digs to your side. The train car is packed at full capacity, and you wouldn't be exaggerating if you were to say you felt like you were drowning in a sea of people.

“That's a massive understatement,” Scaramouche replies, wishing for death.

“Sorry. I can't go any farther than this.”

“It's fine.”

Actually, nothing is fine.

Scaramouche is trapped against the wall in the farthest location from the exit, surrounded by people from all sides, his stop is two stations away, and he has no idea how he's going to swim all the way through the doors.

Oh, and he's caged between your arms, pressed against your body, and feeling very much like a pervert for sniffing your scent, but it's simply impossible not to smell you at this close proximity (however, it's entirely his fault for thinking you smell good and trying to pinpoint what cologne you use).

Your head is resting on his shoulder, and Scaramouche learns quickly this position is a lot more embarrassing when you're conscious. And fuck, this time he can feel you breathe directly against his neck, puffs of hot air blowing on his reddened skin, and he can only hope for the best you can't sense his racing heartbeat.

You're too goddamn close, even though he can tell you're exerting your utmost effort to create some distance between your bodies. Your arms are straining pushing on the wall just so you wouldn't crush him under your weight, and as much as he should appreciate it, he can hardly think straight over the sound of his pulse in his ears. He's hanging precariously over the edge, and if he crosses his limit, he might just pass away on the spot.

Hell, if he so as much looks down, he's close enough to kiss your forehead, and-

He really shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

So yeah. Scaramouche may look like an idiot facing the ceiling, but at least he isn't at risk of cardiac arrest.

It's fine. This is fine. I'm one stop away. I can survive this. Just a little more.

But the gods above must hate his guts or something because the train screeches to a rough halt at the station, the car rattles violently, and you're squirming underneath him, his hands instinctively wrapping around your waist to steady you, but your head moves to look up at him and-

Scaramouche very nearly astral projects to another plane when he feels your lips graze against his chin.

“Hey, you okay?! Did you hit your head on the wall or something?”

He feels like he did. He's so dizzy and the world is spinning around him, but at the same time you're the only one he can see. This must be unhealthy, Scaramouche thinks, and he wonders how much blood has rushed to his head, coloring his cheeks bright pink, and if he can die from losing too much blood this way.

“Kuni?”

How do you know my name, Scaramouche isn't sure if he really says it, mind still whirring with thoughts, and oh god his hands are still on your waist-

“Your umbrella had a name tag...” You squint at the neon letters displaying the current station, “Hey, your stop is here, isn't it? Excuse me! Coming thro....”

He vaguely remembers your hands pushing him forward and the crowd parting obediently to make way for him when they see his face becoming visibly ill. The rest passes in a blur, and when Scaramouche finally comes to, he's already outside the train station.

For a brief moment, he stays frozen. Then by the corner of his eye, he notices the shopping center.

He stares at the pastel decor from the cosmetic store, approaches the vanity mirror, and if possible, his mind turns even more blank.

A faint kiss mark is stark against his chin, the same color as the lip tint you wear everyday.

“I'm not going.”

Venti sighs, disappointed but not surprised. “You never go to drinking parties with me. Why do you always head straight home after class?”

“Reasons.” Scaramouche closes his laptop and slides it inside his bag, making quick work of packing his things. “In your case, I'd advise you to go less. Being an alcoholic isn't a good look.”

“My liver is strong,” Venti insists, a cheeky grin dancing on his lips. “But seriously, what's up? Don't tell me you have a secret girlfriend you meet up with after class?”

“I was starting to think the same thing,” Aether pipes up, matching curious looks with Venti. “Or maybe you have a boyfriend? Either way, what are they like?”

“I have neither,” Scaramouche grumbles, coming off more pitiful than spiteful. “And I'm coming home early today because Nahida wanted me to get something for dinner.”

“Ehh, that's boring.”

“You're the ones making assumptions by yourselves!” Scaramouche snaps, treading towards the door. “I'm leaving. Don't call me to pick you up when you're wasted, it's Xiao's turn this week.”

“Okay, enjoy your date~”

Scaramouche doesn't even bother replying.

You get on the train scheduled for 4:15 everyday.

It's not that Scaramouche deliberately researched this information; he really did just catch the same train rides by chance. Over time, he began to recognize you as a familiar face, and eventually, he even became your headrest.

Not by choice, but he supposes he just has to live with it.

It's not that Scaramouche intentionally takes the same train so he could see your face. At least, that's what he tells himself as he silently pressures the retail cashier to scan his items faster and practically flies out the convenience store to rush for the train.

He glances at his wristwatch. 4:11. I'll make it. He breathes a sigh of relief, and checks the shopping list Nahida texted for good measure. Curry mix, milk, a carton of eggs...

A notification sound rings from his phone.

‘Sorry for the late notice, could you get pudding for dessert too?’

Shit.

Panic flares in his eyes and he spins on his heel, returning to the convenience store. Do I sprint? No, it's still not humanly possible to buy pudding and go back in four minutes... But I could try. Wait, wasn't there a line of customers behind me earlier? I'd still have to wait in line.

Finally, he stops running. This is stupid. Why am I working so hard just to catch this train, anyway?

Before he could even properly sulk about it, Scaramouche bumps into someone hurrying for the train. “Oh, sorry! I wasn't looking-”

Much to his surprise, your face comes into view when he looks, chest heaving for breath. You look like you've been running for a good while, hair in disarray from the wind, the reading glasses perched on your nose askew. And that's how Scaramouche knows you're in a real hurry, if you didn't even have the time to put on your contacts.

“It's okay,” Scaramouche quickly replies, stepping aside out of your path. “The train is still there, don't sweat it.”

He turns to the convenience store, mood lifted. I got to see them, so I guess this way is fine, too.

When Scaramouche returns from shopping, he comes back to a strange sight.

“Huh?”

“What are you looking at?”

Good question.

Why was he looking at your figure, still waiting for the next train to come by?

“No, well...” The plastic bags in his hand crinkle when he tightens his grip on them. Scaramouche blinks repeatedly, trying to see if you'll somehow fizzle out of existence if he closes his eyes enough. “You definitely could've made it in time for the train, so why are you still...”

Your lips stretch to a small smile. “I didn't.”

No. You definitely did.

You were at a distance where it'll only take three minutes max to reach the train even if you walked the same pace as a turtle. So why...

“Your face can be surprisingly expressive sometimes, Kuni. You're practically a walking question mark right now.”

“Ku-” He stops himself from speaking before his voice could crack.

“Sorry, you don't like me calling you that?” You're tilting your head at him, putting on puppy eyes. Oh no.

“...No. It's fine.” Damn it. Aether was right—he really is a softie.

However, he's still busy pondering. Sure, it's a stroke of luck and Scaramouche won't look a gift horse in the mouth, but why didn't you take your usual train? You were even running towards the station, arriving with wind-tousled hair and disheveled clothes.

“I was waiting.”

Scaramouche blinks. “For what?”

You stare at him in disbelief, like you seriously can't believe he doesn't know. That's when Scaramouche notices some things about you are a little different from earlier.

Your hair is fixed now, no strands randomly sticking up in the air. Your clothes are neat and tidy too, creases patted down. Your glasses are gone, and Scaramouche isn't sure if it's just his mind playing tricks on him or the color of your lips appears more vibrant from earlier.

He flinches when a sigh escapes you. But then the frown on your face is replaced with a dazzling smile, exasperated but fond.

“Who do you think I'm waiting for, dummy?”

BONUS: A look into the future.

“Has anyone ever told you your chin is really sharp?” Scaramouche grumbles under his breath, movements heavily restricted when your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso and the edge of your chin is stabbing his neck. Cooking breakfast proves to be a lot more of a challenge when a koala is clinging on his back.

“No,” you chirp, grinning ear to ear as you watch him stir the pancake batter over his shoulder. “Has anyone ever told you how cute you look in an apron?”

Scaramouche glowers. “No.” If a living person actually did, they wouldn't be for long.

“That's good.” If possible, you squeeze him even tighter, nuzzling against his face. “I want to keep the adorable Kuni to myself.”

“Disgusting.”

So he says as he leans his head closer when you peck him on the cheek.

Some things just never change, he guesses.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fluff #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer x you

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bluexiao · 1 year

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#his secret spouse (part 2)

— just a series where you are their secret spouse… but you didn’t know because you weren’t from teyvat after all! (until you have memories of him and you every time you two touch)

CHARACTERS. self aware! Isekai! gn! Reader; Xiao, Zhongli, Childe / Tartaglia, Aether

THEMES. sagau (self aware genshin au), isekai, fluff/crack, questionable but real established relationship, domestic, slight angst on Childe’s part. And severe angst for Xiao as well bwaahhahah

WARNINGS. reader lets out a few curses from surprise here and there (i made it so that it looked realistic); unedited still

NOTES. i swear i did not mean for xiao’s to turn out like that. i promise i did not make it so that it’s too angsty, but well… also i made this quite different from the part 1

part one - scaramouche, al-haitham, tighnari, heizou

XIAO

You have to admit, it was your greed that brought the consequences right after.

The thing is, you yourself realized that you were indeed in the world you had been playing your favorite game at, and to test out your theory, you did the one thing that first came to your mind–to call out the name of your favorite (bestest) boy, “Xiao!”

To say that you were surprised to suddenly see a literal person appear in front of you from a sort of green smoke was an understatement–heck, you probably almost had a heart attack that all you had to say was “What the fuck?!”

“Did you just curse at me?” he lets out a click of his tongue, “You have no respect for the Adepti.”

You trembled upon the sudden familiar voice that enveloped the air, as well as the pressure that appeared so suddenly–could it be? Is this the real feeling of having to face him?

So you weren’t dreaming at all?

“Y-you’re really… Adeptus Xiao?”

For a second, you thought you saw the pained look on his face. Actually, it did cross his expression, but it soon vanishes and turned cold, almost like he froze for a moment and…

“Don’t tell me…” your heart sank at the look and tone he was giving you, but for a moment, you thought that it was out of fear. But it turns out, it wasn’t.

He gulps before continuing, “-you don’t remember… anything?”

You felt… this urge to go and run to him, to wrap your arms around him, but the moment you stood up, he backed away. Your eyes, however, drop down to something that shined upon the glow of the moonlight and the darkness of the sky–a necklace, one that held a pendant that was shaped like a ring, its lace wrapped on Xiao’s neck. You could have sworn that the Xiao in-game did not have a necklace just like that–

“Wait, Xiao!”

And then, he vanished. Before you could even touch him.

The pressure in the air did not disappear with him, but this time, they were all in your chest.

You honestly did not know where to go and found yourself following where your feet take you. It just happens to be Wangshuu Inn, and once you had gotten inside, you were greeted by a lady and a green-haired man. Oh, and some purple-haired kid that… looked a lot like Verr, Baizhu, and Qiqi. Actually, it seemed that they really were them.

When your hunch was right, they soon explained to you that they were there upon the Adeptus’ call–to check up on you, though he did say that they were not supposed to say that it was him who asked for it, Qiqi slips it out and the secret did not last long.

Soon, you had gotten them to explain what it really was that you did not know… or at least “remember”, as per what Xiao had said. It was Verr who told you everything.

That even if you were supposedly a “secret”, Xiao had to tell the situation to her, and even to his “lord”, who soon advised him to try and seek for Baizhu’s help.

And that ring on his necklace… well, it matches with the one on your finger–how could you not realize you were even wearing one?

“Xiao…” you called his name for the first time after a few days. For some reason, despite your lack of memories from him aside from the ones that came from the game in your real world, the lack of his presence… suffocated you. It felt like something was missing from your life.

And you knew the answer right away when he reappeared right in front of you; your whole body easing up, the corners of your lips pulling up oh-so-slightly. You could see how he also visibly relaxes, but the frown on his face was evident as well, looking so conflicted that you barely had the heart to speak what you intended to say.

But it was inevitable.

You held out your hand to him.

At least once again, let me be greedy, you thought to yourself.

And as if he heard your wish, he reciprocates your desire, holding out his own hand and wrapping them around yours. Without any warning, you pulled him into an embrace, one that he lets you be, and even wraps his arms around your form, kist like how you did to his.

You intended to break the news to him–that he did not deserve to hurt when you’re like this when you’re just a shell of the person he knew, and that maybe, it was for the better to break things off.

But then… you started to “remember”. And by then, the tears were starting to fall off of your eyes.

“Y-Y/n? Are you crying?!” he attempts to pull away to try and see your face but fails when you insisted to continue to embrace him, burying your face on his shoulders, but not before pressing a small kiss on his neck, tightening up your hold on him as the scenes of the “memories” you had over the years with him started to play in your mind.

Even if you did end up telling the truth to him or not, he will most likely not try to push you away. He couldn’t. Even if his morals tells him that it was not right, he could not just let you go.

ZHONGLI

When you saw him, you actually did not recognize who he was, nor where you were, actually. Though for sure, you were transported somewhere you definitely did not know–and you weren’t dreaming.

It will not be long for you to realize where you are when you saw a statue not too far away from the place you had woken up from.

“Ah, shit.” Don’t tell me this is real–for sure, this is not real, you convinced yourself, only to be proven wrong.

“I did not know you could utter curses so… easily, my love.”

You turn around with a gasp. Who was this man? Even with his physique, you could tell that he was… quite familiar. His voice too. And even the tone on his words, but you could swear that you’d never even met him before.

It turns out, someone was trying to find you all this time, and he did so with a “statue”--this statue.

And did I forget to say that he calls himself your lover?

You were already walking with the said “spouse” when you found out that he is called Zhongli and you pieced everything together, realizing that you have probably been transported to the world of Teyvat, the game you were playing before ending up falling asleep not too long ago. And the statue where he found you was the Statue of the Seven, one located near the Liyue Harbor. His statue.

And wait… he could hear voices through his statue???

Does it mean you just got “isekai’d”? You probably were, or you might have just been lucid dreaming or something. You still did not believe anything and everything that you were seeing, Heck, who would’ve even thought that you’d be dating such a handsome man–a god in this world, even.

Though you knew the story of the Adepti and his identity (both from the game and in here)… you “memories” told you that he actually did not announce any of the Adepti of his marriage with you. At least… not yet, or not quite. He did say he will settle with someone, but he did not say your name.

You could feel the discomfort upon remembering this memory. But then, your “sin” was quite similar from him. So you couldn’t really call him out.

Of course, you hid the truth from him, merely riding along, which turned out to be quite easy as he was the type of person to fill up the silence if he sensed that his companion was not in the mood to initiate the conversation. He did not question your “weird” actions either, which was admittedly quite sweet of him, too much that you began to feel guilty for hiding something from him.

Even if he did notice your odd behaviors, he would not have realized that you were a soul from another world–or that you had merged from the one that was currently occupying the “You” from this world. This curiosity, however, would probably be too much for you and you’ll end up sharing it to your husband. It did take a long while until you felt comfortable about it though, but unlike your expectations, he takes it quite well.

“I see… so that was why you were acting quite strange that day. But I assume you had gotten back all your memories now? Then, I suppose your soul from this world probably merged from your soul from the other world.”

“Tell me, how is it like? To have memories of two worlds?”

“You are truly special, my love. I suppose even the higher beings who had arranged such a circumstance had seen the beauty of your two souls,” he says so with a gentle smile and a soft caress on your cheek, “I must say… I am beyond grateful to have you in my arms still.”

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

When you woke up, you were beyond horrified… You thought you were dreaming.

By the time you came to, your gazes landed on worried glances sent your way, all of them wearing unusual clothes and faces you could barely even think existed in real life. (From what you remember, you weren’t in a cosplay convention with Fatui cosplayers all around you—though where did they buy those? They looked hella real.)

You screamed before you could even realize that you were in the world of the game you were playing. Of course, that possibility was the least in your mind, only to come up with the conclusion once you saw his face and heard the others call his name.

“Lord Harbinger Tartaglia… I think they are in a state of shock. This might be a result of the… attack that they had encountered before you had come to save them, b-but fear not! The healers had done a good job to check if there are any injuries and there weren’t many that proves to be fatal.”

You were attacked?, you began to think to yourself, trying to remember anything, but…

Nothing seems to be ringing a bell at all!

That was until…

You saw him reaching his hand out to you, his intense gaze glued to yours, almost as if… he was asking you if he could hold your hand. Without voicing out anything, you let out a small nod, and it seems that your intuition was right. He reaches out to you and before you could even internalize what he was doing, you found yourself gasping upon the ring that he so easily slipped on your finger, almost as if… they were yours.

“I found it near where we found you… I…” he trails off, and the astonishment you had vanished almost suddenly upon hearing the voice of the ginger breaking off on its own…

You have never seen him like this.

“I thought I had lost you.”

The voice inside your head sounded a lot like you, and so does the gripping pressure on your chest–a sort of feeling you get when you had failed over something back in the real world. Now, the question lies… which one is the real world, even?

You did not tell him the truth. Despite the guilt that you felt, a nagging feeling inside of you told you that you shouldn’t–not because of your selfishness, but because of the fragility of the body that you occupied.

He kept you well protected. No one from the Fatui originally knew about you, but now that they had seen their Harbinger let out tears and slip a ring on your finger, they now do.

Childe, it seems, had always been afraid that you would leave him for his identity–it was not to the point that he showed you this every day, but it was just a feeling–one that the “you” from this world seemed to have felt as well, according to the memories in your head.

And so, you shall keep this secret for as long as you can. Because even with the underlying fact that no secrets can be left unturned, this one, you prayed will never be.

AETHER

You woke up with a beaming and rather… annoying voice. One that you felt was quite familiar. And as soon as your eyes fluttered open and the haze in your gaze faltered you felt like you were dreaming.

“Paimon? Is that…”

“Oh, look! Traveler, they’re awake!” the little flying fairy shouts–very much like how she would in the game… wait.

Your eyes blasted wide open and your body reflexively sat up and backed away. As if the world wanted to surprise you even more, the face of the character you had been playing with all this time comes right in front of you, eyes glazed with worry as he tries to reach his hand out to you.

“Wait, you’re-!”

The words, however, die down from your mouth the moment his hand touches your arm.

As soon as you “remembered”, you stiffened upon his touch and the “memories” got cut off as soon as he instinctively felt your discomfort, however, you're reaching back to him was beyond your plans, lacing his fingers with your own, each second triggering a scene play in your mind. Then that specific scene made you stop in your tracks and gasp.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Paimon questions, her eyes sparkling with the same look as Aether’s, “Did the Traveler and you have a lover’s quarrel?? Or wait… should we call it a marriage quarrel now? Oh no! You two… you better talk it out! Traveler, are you sure you didn’t do anything to make Y/n mad at you? I’m not siding with you if that’s the case!”

You were still trembling from the initial shock (or shocks at this point), but refused to let go of Aether’s hand–my god, is he truly your spouse now?! Secret spouse, even! How was it possible??? Everyone knew of the traveler but no one knew of you. You have all the memories to prove it but…

“Wait… don’t let go,” you frowned when he attempted to pull his hand away, insisting that he should check if you were injured or hurt somewhere, “I’m alright… just… surprised. I had a bad dream, ‘s all…”

If you do end up telling him about the truth, he’s quite reluctant at first, but does not push you away, rather, try to help you solve the issue as much as he can–even if it seemed impossible, with him, you felt that it was indeed the opposite.

“Aether… my soul is actually not from this world. Or at least… I remember it isn’t… but I also remember my memories here and I don’t know who I am anymore at this point.”

You bit your lip as you told yourself to shut up–how in the world will you survive now if he ends up abandoning you? And those matching rings on your fingers… it hurts to think that you’d have to abandon it if-

The dark thoughts vanish without a trace the moment you felt yourself wrapped around a familiar warmth, and even with the scenes of “memories” flashing in your mind like a never-ending maze, you found yourself easing up and leaning your weight onto Aether’s form.

“Sh… it’s alright… we’ll figure this out, ok? Y/n? You’re still Y/n… I’m sure of it.”

You silently nodded and buried yourself on his neck, realizing just how much your heart seems to ache for this person without you even meaning to.

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aeferfckr · 11 months

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stress reliever

"if you ever need a stress reliever, i'm here." he wonders just how willing you are to live up to your words.

content warnings. smut read at ur own risk. gender neutral reader. asshole aether agenda (delulu). overworked!aether. petnames (slut, pretty, whore). degradation. rough sex. (kinda) aftercare (717 wrds.)

"traveler! help me deliver this package!"

"hey, traveler! wipe out this camp for me!"

"traveler! i lost my keys!"

"traveler!" this, "traveler!" that, "traveler!" "traveler!" "traveler!" he was sick of it.

the last thing aether expected was becoming everyone's little service dog while making his way through teyvat.

sure, sometimes it paid off. the connections he's made have definitely been used in multiple scenarios, but nothing could really prepare him for the workload dropped on him.

he always accepted their requests with a smile, and a quick 'i'll see it done!' but what about when he needed something?

trying to find his sister was the main mission for his journey. he asked for help but all he got was missing person posters placed in peculliar places (its the thought that counts, amber...).

when he found out the reason for his sister's disappearance, the reason for why she woke up before him, he shut down.

maybe by fate he ran into you that night, his body falls at ease in the couch as he sits beside you, while his fists ball up at the comment you made the other day

"if you ever need a stress reliever, i'm here."

his vision darkens, he wonders just how willing you are to live up to your words.

:::

the mouth that curves into the sweetest smile while helping others spew degrading words with ease — slut, bitch, whore, and the like.

his pace as relentless as his words, his dick piercing you with such ease as the sounds of skin making contact fill the room.

he had you face down ass up, holding you down by the neck as he recently attacks your hole. your screams muffled by the silk flower sheets as aether growls into your ear.

"you fucking slut. you like to be pounded like this, huh?"

he’s met with muffled grunts and whines as he laughs deeply

“hmm? pretty little thing to cockdrunk to respond? i know how to make this slutty little hole of yours shout my name”

and that he did.

he adjusts his hold on your nape, moving it under your chin to hoist you up to him. he presses his chest against your back as you hold onto his thighs for dear life, screaming while choking from the merciless grip on your throat.

“you like that, whore?” he whispers to you, using his free hand to tweak your budding nipple “like being fucked dumb on my cock?”

you nod with scrunched up eyes your mouth agape and a small trail of drool coming from your mouth. aether laughs again as he kisses your cheek then attacks your neck, blooming dark spots along your neck and collarbone with his teeth.

“ae– hmmgf– aether!” you manage to moan out, “g-gonna cum!”

edge after edge and you still declare when your orgasm is approaching? god…

“you’re pathetic.” he spits, tightening the grip on your jugular as he quickens his unbelievably fast advamces. “cum for me, slut.”

your voice hits an all time high as your orgasm crashes over you, (more like shocks your core and rocks your entire world) the position that you were in made sure that aether’s dick kisses your cervix deliciously.

you crash back onto the sheets as aether hurriedly rubs his cock, spurts of white decorating your back and ass as he growls praise’s through clenched teeth.

:::

"oh my gods. i am so sorry"

maybe you were too into it to remember your fairly busy schedule the next day. you had to call in sick at the very last minute as aether's stress has rendered you weak in the knees. no literally, it hurt to walk.

aether isn't fairing any better as he profusedly apologized for going too hard.

"i can do what you were gonna do today! i don't mind!" he offers with exaggerated expressions, his arms flailing around as his face scrunches up with anxiety.

you cup his face to calm him down,

"aether, the only thing you can do for me right now is to stay with me until noon." you yawn, "the both of us needs the rest, okay?"

his thoughts slow down as his heart aret speeds up, looking at your dazed smile and the tears that are created along your eye when you yawned,

"okay."

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sentientgolfball · 2 months

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Burn Yourself Out

Happy Mountain March to those who celebrate, but especially to @hypnoneghoul

Third installment of this and this

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 2693

Tags: mean Mountain, blood, Mounty has complicated emotions, tiny bit of objectification if you squint

Summary: Mountain has a different reaction to the video from Sunshine and Aether. Swiss is there to help

Mountain stands and storms off to the bunks, growl low in his throat. Swiss’ eyes follow.

“Come on Mounty don’t you wanna see the rest?”

Mountain pauses in the doorway of the bunks. He slowly turns his head, throwing a look at Swiss. There’s an intensity in his green eyes that’s hardly ever seen. He disappears. Once he’s gone from view he slumps against the nearest bed, fighting to keep his glamour up.

“You’re so fucked when we get to the hotel” he hears Cumulus laugh.

Logically he knows it’s only one sleep and a flight that separates him from seeing Aether and Sunshine again but after seeing that no logical part of his brain is working. He was tired. He was pissed. He was hard. He couldn’t believe Aether would go along with something that was obviously a Sunshine plan. He couldn’t believe this is really what Aether thought was a good idea.

Maybe he could though. Aether was just as filthy as the rest of them, he just had more patience. Mountain couldn’t fucking stand it.

He was always said to be as immovable as his namesake, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Sure it took him awhile to get there, but oh when he did he was deadly and this had been building for months. Everyone seemed to forget Mountain knew Aether just as long as Dew, including Aether himself. Of course it was slightly different since the two were mated, but Mountain watched Aether get pulled from the Pits. Mountain was there when Aether made himself sick during Dew’s transition. Mountain was always there.

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe if he had screamed and cried like Dew then Aether would’ve noticed the betrayal Mountain felt when he announced his retirement. Maybe if Mountain had appeared in his room the night before tour, sobbing and pleading it would be different. Instead Mountain had to comfort Dew. He had to watch as the two star crossed lovers ruined their sleep schedules to talk on the phone every night while Mountain was left in the dust.

So when Mountain's name cracked through the phone speaker, falling so softly from Aether’s lips he couldn’t take it. He hated how hard it got him. He wanted to be pissed at Aether, wanted for once in his infernal life to not be the strong one, yet his body betrayed him. Now he wanted nothing more than to have Aether under him, writhing and begging him to stop. He closed his eyes and he could practically hear it.

‘S too much Mount fuck…

If Aether forgot that Mountain missed him too, then he’d simply have to remind him. Part of him felt guilty for this, knowing everything Dew has been through but a more primal part of him couldn’t care less. For once he wanted his packmate all to himself. Greed was a sin Mountain rarely indulged in.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when he hears Copia’s voice ring out.

“My ghouls we’ve arrived at the…”

He was so distracted he hadn’t even noticed the bus had stopped moving. He growls, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palms as he forces his glamour back into place. His head snaps up when he hears someone approaching.

“Hey Mount we’re at the…” the words die on Swiss’ tongue when he sees the state of the earth ghoul.

Mountain has no idea what he looks like, but he knows it must be rough by the way Swiss immediately drops to kneel between his legs. Mountain can’t seem to find the strength to slap on a neutral expression.

“What’s wrong clover?”

Curse Swiss and his caring nature. Even when he’s so aroused Mountain can taste it on the air, he still has to care. Care is not what he needs right. What he needs is an outlet before he either disappears into the wild or finds a way to get his hands on Aether from a different continent. Or worse, get his hands on Dew. Dew is the last person he wants to be alone with right now. He would never intentionally hurt him, but with his patience crumbling he’s not sure what would come out of his mouth. Not sure what he’d do to him.

Mountain regards Swiss for a moment. His Swiss. His eager, pliant, caring Swiss. He knows Swiss would do anything for him almost to a fault. He knows Swiss can take anything. He’s listened in on Swiss’ nights with the girls enough times. He knows he could break Swiss and the multi ghoul would just look at him and thank him. Mountain could just grab him by the throat and go whatever he wants.

So he does.

Mountain wraps his hand around his neck, squeezing slightly. Swiss lets out an involuntary groan, tilting his head back to look up at Mountain.

“You’re mine to use tonight. However I want.”

Swiss nods the best he can, a small grin pulling at his mouth “However you want baby.”

Mountain throws him back so he can stand. Swiss lands on his back, staring up at his earth ghoul as he quickly stuffs some things into a bag for the night. When Mountain’s finished he yanks Swiss off the floor by the collar of his shirt, practically dragging him along as he leaves the bunk area.

“Wait clover I need to grab my stuff.”

“No. You don’t.”

Mountain hauls him through the lounge and out of the bus. Swiss notices Dew and Rain make eye contact and nod as the fire ghoul and Phantom walk with hands intertwined. He briefly wonders who’s gonna have it worse, him or Phantom, before Mountain roughly yanks him out the door. Probably him.

Once everyone is gathered in the lobby Copia returns with the keycards. He tries to give them to Mountain to dish out, but the moment he sees the look in his eyes he immediately turns to Cirrus. She keeps one for herself, not even giving the other ghoulettes the chance to discuss placement. She smirks at Aurora causing her to blush violently. Cumulus hits her on the arm mumbling a ‘play nice’. Mountain takes his key and grabs Swiss’ wrist, dragging him to the elevator with little resistance. Swiss is both concerned and incredibly turned on by this shift in Mountain’s attitude.

When Dew and Phantom weasel their way into the elevator alongside them Mountain fights everything in him to not acknowledge the two. Swiss bounces from one foot to the other as it rises, trying to anticipate what Mountain is going to do to him. Phantom shoots Mountain a curious glance. For a brief moment Mountain feels guilt for letting the little new summon see him like this, but the moment the door opens it dissipates. He pushes past the two smaller ghouls, Swiss in tow. Dew stays hot on their heels forcing Phantom to speed up to stay together.

They get to the end of the hallway and stop. Their rooms are right across from each other. Phantom stares at the way Mountain opens the door and shoves Swiss inside. The door barely has time to close before Mountain roughly shoves Swiss into it. His glamour melts instantly as he crashes his lips into the multi ghoul’s.

It’s immediately vicious. Mountain bites his lip, shoving his tongue down his throat when he gasps at the feeling of fang breaking skin. Swiss tries to thread his fingers through Mountain’s hair, but the moment he moves he’s grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the door. He hisses against Mountain’s lips when he feels his claws digging into his skin. Mountain sucks Swiss’ lip into his mouth, greedily drinking down the blood until it stops flowing.

Mountain drops his wrists and pulls back. His eyes rake over Swiss and groans at the sight. His lips are shiny and kiss swollen, there’s a mix of drool and blood dribbling down his chin, his eyes are half lidded and hazy already.

“Strip” Mountain’s voice rumbles low, eyes narrowing.

Swiss scrambles to comply, ripping his muscle tee and sweatpants off as fast as he physically can.

“What now big guy?” He grins, unable to help the teasing tilt to his voice.

Mountain grabs him by the horn and pulls him to the bed. He throws Swiss back onto it before ripping his own clothes off and crawling between his legs. He presses a hand to his chest, holding him down. He presses bruising kisses along his jaw and down his neck, adding more pressure to Swiss’ chest when he starts to twitch and writhe beneath him.

“Sit still” Mountain growls before biting at his neck.

Swiss’ wince turns into a moan when Mountain drags his tongue up the little line of blood to suck at the wound. He savors the electrifying taste of his multi ghoul, letting it wash down his throat to calm the quake in his head. He presses more of his body onto Swiss, breathing heavily through his nose when he feels his dick pressing against his stomach. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his massive hand around Swiss’ cock, giving it a squeeze before stroking.

“Mountain” Swiss huffed, hips fruitlessly twitching under the weight of the earth ghoul.

He knew it was his multi ghoul under him, but in that moment all he heard was Aether. All he could hear and see was that fucking video. He felt the last of his patience, the last of his control, split. He needed his brain to be turned off. To hell with getting banned from another hotel.

Mountain was usually so careful, never fucking the way he wanted. He never wanted to hurt anyone even if they asked for it, even if they insisted they could take it. Aether was the only one he had ever tested those waters with. It’s amazing what a little bit of quintessence can do to the body and mind.

But Aether wasn’t here.

Aether.

Mountain couldn’t hear Swiss’ pleas over the sound of Aether’s breathy call of his name. Mountain couldn’t see the way Swiss was shaking through the hazy memory of the clip of Sunny fucking into Aether.

Mountain pulls away from Swiss’ neck, a dribble of blood adorning his mouth. He flips him over with ease, like repositioning a toy rather than a living being. He growls low in his throat as he positions the head of his cock at Swiss’ waiting hole.

“Wait wait wait you know I love your dick as much as the next ghoul but Mounty I think you’re forgetting something” Swiss stammers “lube Mounty. Lube.”

Mountain doesn’t respond. He starts to push the tip in.

“Mount I’m serious. We have a 12 hour flight tomorrow. I kinda need my ass in one piece.”

The only warning Swiss gets before Mountain shoves his cock into him is a low growl of “You’re taking it” followed by the feeling of spit hitting his asshole. Swiss is coherent enough to will his quintessence to the surface before Mountain snaps his hips forward, burying himself inside.

It’s not enough though. Swiss screams, unglamoured claws tearing through the hotel sheets at the painful stretch. Mountain is gracious enough to give him a moment to adjust before pulling back out. He roughly pulls Swiss’ hips up with one hand, shoving his face into the pillows with the other before slamming back into him. He sets a fast, rhythmic pace, one he’s only ever been able to chase with toys.

Swiss is limp underneath him. He’s trying to focus more quint into his body, trying to focus on the feeling of Mountain’s cock hitting his prostate rather than the burn of his hole. He can’t do anything but lay there and take it with tears streaming down his face. He’s barely aware of the taste of blood coating his tongue from where the wound on his lip reopened. It’s moments like these he wishes he paid more attention when he was being taught about his different elements, maybe then he’d be able to produce his own slick like a full fledged water ghoul.

Swiss’ prayers are slowly answered though, the amount of pre dribbling out of Mountain’s cock starts to coat both of them. The burning starts to fade and Swiss finally feels like he’s coming back into his body. He can hear Mountain grunting over his own whimpers.

Mountain falls to his forearms, draping himself on Swiss’ back. He buries his face into his necks breathing in his mixed elemental scent. Swiss can feel him drooling against his skin as his thrusts turn into a grind. He’s not even pulling out anymore, resolute to keep his cock as deep as he can inside of him. Every movement from him forces the air from Swiss’ lungs. He feels like he can’t breathe with Mountain’s whole weight pressing him into the mattress but he couldn’t care less. The feeling of Mountain taking what he needs the way he needs it is too good.

“Mount…” Swiss whines.

“Take it. Take all of me.

“Gonna cum.”

“Then fucking cum I don’t care” he bites his shoulder, grinding deeper.

Swiss moans and shutters as his orgasm hits him, wet warmth coating the sheets and his belly. Mountain grunts feeling Swiss clench around him. He tries to hold off, tries to hold everything in, but he can’t. Not with Swiss pulsing, trying to buck back against him and panting his name. He pushes in as deep as he possibly can and spills, hips twitching with every wave that washes over him.

He goes boneless on top of Swiss, panting heavily trying to catch his breath. He stays buried in Swiss until his cock softens and slips out, dribbles of cum following. After a moment of silence Swiss makes a noise.

“Mount I love you but I can’t breathe.”

Mountain rolls off of him with a groan. Swiss turns his head to look at him with a loopy grin.

“Feel better now, clover?”

Mountain doesn’t say anything as he stands, crossing to the other side of the bed and scooping Swiss up. He hisses, aches taking over his entire body. Mountain already has the feeling they won’t be invited back to this hotel so he decides running up the hot water isn’t a concern. Mountain leans against the wall of the shower, holding Swiss while the water sprays them. Swiss is practically asleep in his arms by the time he turns the water off. Mountain dries both of them, carrying Swiss back to bed. He doesn’t bother with getting dressed.

They lay in silence, Mountain rubbing Swiss’ back and pressing soft kisses between his horns.

Mountain coughs “thank you.”

“Huh?” Swiss looks at him with sleepy eyes.

“Thank you for letting me get that out of my system.”

“Fuck Mounty I’d let you rip my throat out if that’s what you wanted. You don’t have to thank me love. Plus it was really fucking hot.”

Mountain blushes and shrugs, burying his face in Swiss’ hair.

Swiss yawns “But promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“You’re telling me what the fuck got into you tomorrow. I don’t wanna have my favorite flower wilting.”

Mountain chuffs low in his chest “Alright. Fair is fair. Get some sleep spark.”

Swiss is out before Mountain can even finish his sentence. He pulls the covers up over them, repositioning Swiss so his nose is buried in his neck. Mountain holds him close, slowly drifting off.

Until his phone pings.

He sighs, using his tail to grab it off the nightstand. He’s prepared to see a text from Copia telling them they need to leave. What he’s not prepared for is a text from Cirrus in the groupchat with a photo of Aurora attached. He contemplates opening for a moment but ultimately decides he does not have the brain space for ghoulette shenanigans right now. He puts his back and down and closes his eyes, pretending to be blissfully unaware of the sound of whimpers from the next room.

Well, at least he wouldn’t be the only reason they’re getting banned.

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fourlittleocto · 6 months

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Hi you two! thank you for the request <3 I hope you don't mind that i'm tying yours together, I've been super busy but i do plan to write more little ghouls soon hopefully

this ones basically what it says on the tin, hurt/comfort sick fic featuring CG aether and mountain trying his best. it's a little sad at the beginning but i promise it gets better <3

CW: mentions on tummy aches, crying, yelling, head kisses under the cut

Even if he knows it won’t help, Mountain wants to cry too. It started with Dew dropping. He’d been clingy and whiney all day about a bug he caught. Something that’s been making his head hurt and his stomach turn, and it all got too much for him, leading to him disappearing into his mind, and even though part of him is glad Dew’s mind is getting a break, his body’s not. The discomfort is so much harder for him to deal with like this. Each little whine and sob out of Dew breaks his heart.

Mountain’s been pacing the common room for at least an hour with the little fire ghoul tucked safely in his arms. He rocks him soothingly and rubs his belly every once in a while, to calm it down when his sobs pick up. Even though Dew is still squirming and can’t seem to settle, he’s doing better than he was when he first dropped, which would make Mountain breathe a sigh of relief.

Except at some point Rain had wandered in. He sat on the couch and stared at the pair with wide eyes for a while. He left and came back with Dew’s stuff bunny, and Mountain couldn’t thank him enough. Dew calmed down more, reaching towards Rain, so Mountain helped the water ghoul settle back on the couch and placed Dew on his lap. Mountain sat next to them with a book, much more relaxed since both of them had calmed down and were being cared for. He kept having to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth, but he would take that over both ghouls melting down any day.

Until they did start crying, Mountain putting down his book at Dew’s scream and finding the little fire ghoul’s finger now inside Rain’s mouth. He stops his chewing and drops Dew hand to wail too.

Mountain does what he can by separating them, hauling Dew to be pressed into his right side while Rain hides in his left. He’s just so tired. It’s been a long day of trying to get Dew to relax and let himself be sick, and he wishes he could do more for them right now but he can’t. Dew clutches his bunny. He can’t stop sobbing, too worked up and probably just as tired as Mountain, his whole body shaking with it. And Rain won’t stop crying either. His are softer but just as worrying, Rain doesn’t tend to cry when he’s little unless he’s really frustrated. He also has to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth again, and then his tail when he tries to sneak that in instead.

Mountain shouts when Rain bites the spade end of his tail instead. Dew sobs louder and pulls more into himself at the loud noise, and all Mountain can do is drop his head into his hands to keep from yelling or crying more.

He’s saved as Aether comes running into the room, somehow finding the energy even after a long day in the infirmary.

“What’s wrong love?” Aether asks while scooping Rain up. Mountain sighs and tries to pull Dew against his chest, but he wiggles and resists and Mountain doesn’t want to force it.

“Dew’s been sick all day, and Rain came out here a little bit ago but he won’t stop biting things,” Mountain rumbles.

“Schneckchen, what’s wrong?” Aether turns his attention to Rain, who's trying to bury himself in Aether’s chest, but still makes sure they can both see him shake his head. “You don’t have to use your mouth, Rainbow. Can you use your hands for me?” Rain takes a deep breath, then puts enough space between him and Aether that he can free his hands and sign my teeth hurt before hiding his face back in Aether’s t-shirt. Aether rubs at his back and purrs soothingly, spreading his quintessence around the room and calming everyone down.

“How about Mountain helps you find a soother, and I’ll get Dewbug ready for bed, and then we can all go cuddle in my room. Does that sound good?” Mountain and Rain both nod their agreement. Dew is still too far in his head to understand, but Mountain tries to say sorry before getting up. Dew just whines and shrinks away. When he goes to take Rain out of Aether’s arms, the quintessence ghoul leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll take care of it. You’ll get your chance to make it up to him.” Aether offers him a sweet smile, pulling him in for a quick kiss. It doesn’t escape him that both of the littles are too distracted to make their usual grossed out sounds. When they pull away, Aether continues, “You’re doing a good job, Sapling.” Mountain nods, turning away towards the kitchen to hide the tears pricking at his eyes.

He tries to set Rain on the counter, but he grabs onto his shirt, growling and poking his horns into Mountain’s chest. Mountain tries not to complain, but grabbing their emergency teether out of the freezer isn’t easy with a lanky, squirming ghoul in his arms. It takes him a while but eventually he gets it. Rain’s eyes finally light up as he gets the soft plastic into his mouth. His growl turns into a purr. Mountain lets out a sigh of relief.

“Alright Schneckchen, to bed.” Mountain starts to move, but Rain hooks the teether on his tail to grab the big ghoul’s face in both hands, making sure he’s looking in his big, wet eyes. “Please don’t cry buddy, what do you need?” Mountain tries. Rain just shakes his head.

“I’m sorry for biting you,” He says in a small voice. Mountain can’t help but laugh. He wraps his arms tighter around Rain and pulls him into his chest for a big hug.

“It’s ok baby. You were frustrated, that’s a big feeling. But next time you know you can just ask right?” Rain nods against him. Mountain kisses him between his horns.

The walk to Aether’s room is quiet besides the underlying purr they share and the occasional squeak as the teether rubs against Rain’s teeth the wrong way. It doesn’t seem to bother him much though as he giggles each time and relaxes further into Mountain. Aether and Dew are already settled into the nest with a picture book held between them when they enter. Mountain is quick to get both their teeth brushed so he can lay down as well, setting Rain next to Dew and laying against his other side. Safe and protected.

"I'm sorry for yelling Dew," Mountain leans over to kiss him between the horns too, and to his relief Dew leans into it. He can barely hold his eyes open as he babbles tiredly. Aether’s hand lands in his hair, and he watches as Rain and Dew wrap tight around each other, overcome with love from his pack.

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Can you possibly tell me, an ignorant fool, how badly Dew wants to be rubbing his face all over it?

you fucking KNOW i can

Dew knows he's staring.

Hell, how could he not be?

He can't imagine what caused it in the middle of a ritual, but Aether is definitely chubbed up for all the world to see. Dew can't take his eyes off the thick outline of him as they move to take their final bows. He can smell the other ghoul from here, arousal and adrenaline in equal parts. It's making his mouth water, making his own dick twitch to life against his thigh, and as he watches Aether disappear backstage Dew is helpless but to follow.

The path is narrow and crowded, packed with techs and event staff. Someone says his name but Dew pays it no mind, focused only on the back of Aether's helmet in the distance. He's in a rush and moving quick, but the crush of bodies doesn't allow Dew such ease of movement. He snarls as he's forced to maneuver instead of hurry, moving with single-minded purpose.

Dew feels out of his mind by the time he bangs his way into the dressing room minutes later, hard and leaking into his boxers as he tastes Aether on the air. Aether freezes when Dew enters, but the little ghoul is too busy yanking off his helmet and balaclava to notice. He's panting, eyes wild and fixed on the other ghoul's obvious bulge - Aether has taken off his helmet, jacket and boots, but everything else is still in place.

"Hey Dew," Aether gives the little ghoul a smirk, tracking his gaze downward. "See something you like?"

Dew is across the room before the words are out, dropping to his knees and shoving his face directly into Aether's crotch. He rubs against it like a cat trying to scent, nuzzling the rigid curve of his cock through sweat-damp fabric. Aether's hand lands at the back of his head as Dew takes a deep breath, exhaling with a tight groan. Aether smells like salt and musk and the air during a lightning storm. Intoxicating. He digs bony fingers into meaty thighs as he starts to drool, mouthing over the pronounced ridge of the head.

"Someone's needy tonight," Aether murmurs, but he's already breathing faster. He grips the base of Dew's ponytail while the little ghoul slobbers all over him, soaking his uniform pants as he sucks at the tip through rough denim. "Fuck, Dew," he groans, grinding against that hot mouth, "shit, that's good."

Dew moans as Aether uses his face, working his tongue over the shaft while shaky fingers work to unfasten the other ghoul's pants. He needs to taste him at the source, needs to bathe in that sinful scent until he's saturated in it. Dew yanks Aether's pants and boxers down to his ankles in one quick tug, entranced by the way that thick cock hangs dusky and heavy between his legs. Dew leans back in to press his nose into coarse curls, inhaling slow and deep.

"So good," he huffs, laving at the base. His taste is so much stronger like this, rich and beautifully masculine. He stares up at Aether and finds his eyes blown black and heavy lidded, fangs digging into his lower lip. Dew sits back on his heels, licking his lips as he watches it sway. "So fuckin' good."

Dew spits in his palms and wraps both hands around it - he has to, even his long fingers don't meet around Aether's girth. Aether moans deep in his chest when Dew leans in to stretch his lips around the fat head, lapping at the already sticky slit.

"Your fucking mouth," Aether bites out, hissing as Dew licks at the underside, hands working what he isn't sucking. He bobs his head fast and shallow, and Dew immediately loses himself in the stream of filth flowing from Aether's normally kind lips. He's so fucking hard, throbbing with every pass of Dew's tongue. "Suck it, suck it, just like that, fuck Dew."

Dew moans around him as a spurt of pre coats his tongue, and Aether catches himself on the little ghoul's shoulders when his knees threaten to buckle. His thighs are already starting to tremble, and it's painfully apparent that Aether needs this as badly as he does. His own cock presses firm against his zipper, and Dew sacrifices his two-handed grip to relieve the pressure there. He's slick in his own hand, hot and pulsing in time with his racing heart.

"Can't help yourself, huh?" Aether's shaky words have Dew glancing up as he hollows his cheeks, and the noise the other ghoul makes when their eyes meet has him shuddering. "You look so good like that," Aether breathes, starting to give shallow thrusts that have Dew's eyes rolling back in his head. "Stuffed full of me with a hand on that hard little dick." Dew can tell he's fighting to keep composure, and the desperation undercutting the words is enough to ratchet him closer.

He's determined not to fall apart first, but Aether's taste is so strong on his tongue, so stuck in his nose, that Dew can't help but want more. He moves his other hand to fondle Aether's balls, breathing steady through his nose as he sinks down the length of him. Aether chokes out a wonderfully pained sound as Dew takes him in, not stopping until his nose is pressed into the softness of the other ghoul's belly. Aether's hands grip tighter at the little ghoul's shoulders when Dew swallows.

Aether says something, but Dew misses it. He's too caught up in breathing in that heady scent, in the way Aether fills his mouth and senses so completely. Utterly lost in the way his jaw is already starting to get sore with the stretch and the wet sound of his hand flying over his own aching cock. It's so good, too good, and when Aether grips his ponytail and pulls out of his mouth with a wet pop Dew whimpers.

"Give it back," he whines, trying to chase, but Aether is already hauling him to his feet. Shoving him back against the wall. Dew opens his mouth to protest further, but then Aether is crushing their lips together and the words die in his throat.

It's a filthy kiss, all fangs and tongues and rasping moans. Aether tastes incredible - like sweat, menthol and grease paint. He brackets Dew with one arm, the other reaching down to bat Dew's hand away from where he's still abusing himself. Aether presses closer, grinds his spit-slick length against Dew's own cock until the little ghoul is gasping into his mouth. Aether takes them both in one large hand and Dew lets his head thud back against the wall, fists white-knuckled in Aether's shirt.

"Aeth- Aeth, fuck," he pants, letting out a reedy whimper when Aether latches on to his throat, sucking at sensitive skin. Dew cries out when those rough fingers twist over their heads. Aether huffs against him.

"What's gotten into you tonight, firefly?" The words are spoken between passes of Aether's tongue over his throat. His voice is thready and affected, shooting straight down Dew's spine.

"You were the one that - oh shit, fuck - that got hard on stage," he spits, gasping when Aether's hand speeds up. He bucks up into each stroke, the drag of his dick against Aether's rigid shaft impossible to resist. "What, you get flashed or somethin'?" To his surprise, Aether lets out a soft chuckle. He follows it with a nip to Dew's earlobe that has him shivering. "Seriously? Must've been some - ah - nice tits."

"They were," Aether huffs, "but it wasn't the tits." Dew feels the way Aether throbs against him as the other ghoul moves to press their foreheads together.

"No?" Dew flicks his tongue at Aether's lip, just barely grazing it. He can feel how close they both are. "Then what?" Dew can't stop the snap of his hips into the other ghoul's skilled hand. Even still, he wishes his face was buried in Aether's crotch for this. At least he does until Aether's lips drift over his as he says,

"She had your rings."

It hits Dew like a bus, Aether swallowing down his choked cries of shocked pleasure. Dew's whole body spasms as he shoots hard and heavy over Aether's cock and fingers, his shoulders curling and stomach clenching with each stab of sensation. Aether is right behind him, strokes lubed by Dew's mess as he spills in thick ropes over the both of them with a low growl. He milks them until they both start twitching, catching Dew in a much more languid kiss.

"Did you really get that fucked up over nipple piercings that weren't even mine?" Dew chuckles through the words as they come down, still pleasantly floaty. Aether snorts out a laugh, pulling back to fix him with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you really almost cream your jeans just from smelling me?" Dew rolls his eyes, but he can feel his ears going pink. Aether laughs again. "That's what I thought."

The other ghoul pecks him on the cheek before stepping back. He steps out of his pants and picks up his boxers, using them to wipe up the mess on his hand and both of their still-sensitive lengths. Dew hisses as he tucks himself away, but he can't take his eyes off those boxers. He can smell them from here. He misses Aether's knowing smirk.

"You're drooling," he comments, and Dew jolts. He meets the other ghoul's amused gaze, Aether reaching out to grip his jaw. "Let me help with that."

Aether shoves his dirty boxers into Dew's open mouth, and the little ghoul is hit by of wave of that scent so intense that his legs go out from under him. He stares up at Aether from his new place on the floor, head spinning and dick already filling back out. The other ghoul grins.

"Gonna gag you with those later," he says with a wink. "I think you've earned it."

Dew nods. He thinks so too.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #im so high you guys #have some scent kink to celebrate #im so obsessed with this picture saint wth

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gabriel-xander · 6 months

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I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 4

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 4: You are an Embarrassment

The trip was a bit awkward in your opinion. Not once have you had to endure Scaramouche's company alone. Never had he allowed an expedition with less than five subordinates (NOT including yourself) with him, let alone just you.

You two matched in terms of immediate attire: long, thick coats that reached to your calves, the seams lined with thick fur. Neither of you had your hoods up, in your boss' case, it was because he was wearing his big ass hat. Your fatui mask was getting uncomfortably cold against your face.

It was silent the entire trip, minus the few, quiet swears from the cold, and frustrated grumbling from you as you took this time to review new reports.

The budget from a recent mission you had was smaller than you expected, so you were trying to do the math quietly. You were trying to determine how much of a percentage raise you'd need to include for next time. Your usual deployment was a consistency of five different Skirmishers and two Mirror Maidens.

Including yourself, that's eight mouths to feed, eight wardrobes to prepare, eight bodies to equip weapons to, eight people to provide efficient funds to-

"Oh!"

You cheer suddenly as you scribble on the paper with lead. It's a material that had originated from Fontaine: a thin, wooden stink with black graphite in the center. It was a lot more convenient than inks and brushes.

You hope you're actually writing though, night had just arrived so it was hard to see what you're writing.

You continue to babble out loud without realizing: "I just need to add 13%, then an additional 20% for the send-off fee-"

"-Shut up."

"You shut up."

…

Wait.

FUCK!

The materials from your hands disappear into the aether as you frantically wave your hands in defense, stepping away from the pissed off Scaramouche.

"WH-I-I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I-I AM SO SORRY, MY LORD! I-IT'S A HORRIBLE HABIT I HAVE WITH MY COMRA-"

"-You're dead."

"I'M SORRRYYYYY."

You don't waste a fucking second before you're running the fuck away. Lucky for you, you've done more traveling in Snezhnaya than Scaramouche has. Running in the thick snow was a breeze for you as you had learned the hard way on how to tread these lands.

Scaramouche on the other hand…

"Get back here right now!"

The poor dude was stumbling in the cold with uneven footing that helped the winds push him around. You think you can fire not too far-

"OW!!"

Hot, white pain shoots up your spine, causing you to drop to your knees. You look back at the Balladeer with so much judgement in your eyes.

"DID YOU JUST FUCKING ZAP ME!?!?"

"Get the fuck over here!"

"Not until you calm down!!"

You scramble back to your feet only to get fucking tackled by the damn Harbinger. Unfortunately, neither you nor Scaramouche realized that you were right by a cliff; you both fell over and rolled down the snow.

Instinctively wanting to protect the Harbinger at all cost (despite the fact he wants to kill you), you hug him tightly to your body while forcing your shoulders back into the snow. The friction does little good to slow you down, but it keeps you two from rolling like dumb-asses.

And all too sudden, your body hits a particularly sharp rock. It does manage to stop you and Scaramouche, but you also feel it pierce through your thick coat.

You survived, but at what cost?

You won the battle, but lost the war.

Your entire backside is unbearably cold, and you think you can feel blood beginning to seep from where the rock is jabbing.

You relax your arms from Scaramouche, panic that he's not moving (but he is breathing slightly fast). You noticed his hat had fallen off, but it was okay since you could see it slowly slide down the hill, bumping against your feet.

Shit. Your mask is gone too.

But first things first…

You awkwardly tap his arm, "Are you oka-"

"-Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

You tilt your head back into the snow to see who the fuck it was. It was 3 men with heavy coats. There was a brunette with blue eyes with a bandanna covering the lower half of his face.

The other two had black hair and looked almost identical, most likely twins. The only difference was their eyes: one had light green eyes, the other had a heterochromia of light green, and medium brown.

You chuckle nervously, "Ah-ha, hi there. Um… we kind of… fell."

"We saw." The heterochromia eyed man grins, "Funny shit."

"Well… that's just embarrassing, huh?" Scaramouche chuckles weakly.

You wince when he pushes himself off you, a small smile gracing his features. You know that face and tone: it's "nice" Scaramouche. The facade he uses around those who are not to know you're Fatui.

As you sit up, you check Scaramouche for any injuries. It amuses you how he tenses up at the attention, he has to keep the act up and not pimp slap you in front of these people. You sigh in relief when nothing seems to be wrong, already brushing the snow off the Harbinger

"At least it's just these nice folks, and not some stupid hilichurls." You said softly, noting the Balladeer's fists are clenched on his lap.

"The hell are you two doing out here?" The brunette furrows his eyebrows, "The nearest town isn't for miles, and I doubt you're dumb enough to take a romantic stroll in this weather."

"Actually, we-ACHOO!!"

Oh so violently, you sneeze into the crook of your elbow. You groan quietly as you and Scaramouche stand up from the snow.

"Ugh, excuse me," You chuckle humorlessly.

Scaramouche takes a few steps away to take his hat that's getting buried in the snow.

"We should get going now," Scaramouche says, "You're going to get sick at this rate, and I-"

"-Well, why don't you two rest with us for tonight?" The twin with green eyes offer with a smile, "There's actually going to be a rough storm in-"

As if the Gods themselves were timing it, lightning strikes in the far distance. A light drizzle begins to settle.

"-Right now, actually." The man continues, "I'd feel really guilty if we just let you continue like this when you're getting sick."

You tense up and shake your head, "Oh, no! That's not-I-I mean, I don't want to impose! Plus, your friends might not-"

"-It's fine," The brunette shakes his head, "It's just until the storm clears up."

The twins nod simultaneously.

"It's not a problem at all."

"It's no problem."

"Hm… Okay," Scaramouche sighs, "Sorry for the intrusion."

"Sorry f-ACHOO!!"

Damn, you're embarrassing yourself.

"Oh!" The twin with green eyes pipes up with a grin as he gestures towards himself, "My name is Ivan, and this is my brother Isaac!"

You all look at the brunette with blue eyes who had the bandana still covering half his face.

"...I'm Noah."

You laugh lightly as you begin walking first, "It's nice to meet you all! You can call me [Y/n]!"

Scaramouche refrains the urge to frown, "Call me Kunikuzushi."

Kunikuzushi? How did he come up with that name so quickly? And you noticed the way he presented that name: he was talking to ALL of you. Letting you know that you're supposed to call him that, as well.

"Kunikuzushi?" Noah scoffs under his breath as he leads you to their camp, "That doesn't sound like a local name."

"I'm a vagrant from Inazuma," The Harbinger flawlessly lies, "It's certainly colder here, that's for sure."

"So," You scrunch up your nose as you feel another sneeze coming, your voice quickly rising in pitch as you talk faster with every passing word, "What are you aLL DOING OUTINTHISWEATH-ACHOO!!"

Smooth.

Ivan laughs at your misery, "We're just traveling. When we noticed the storm, we decided to stop for tonight."

You smile in gratitude, "Well, thank you for the hospitality."

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"My Lord."

"What."

"I am… so sorry."

Ivan, Isaac, and Noah are inside their huge ass tent to get you and Scaramouche thicker blankets, something hot for you to eat, and medicine. You and the Balladeer were sitting by the fire that was quickly dying out.

Well, if it weren't for Scaramouche that is. He was tending to it with a watchful eye on a log close to the fire. Occasionally, he'd zap the wood with his mysterious Electro ability, that he's capable of using without a Vision, to keep it hot. But there was a metal rod stuck in there, he mainly used that to tend the fire.

"Whatever. You're bound to say "shut up" by reflex now since you work for me." Scaramouche shrugs.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, "Huh? No, I'm not sorry for that."

The Harbinger snaps, "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry for getting-ACHOO!... Sick." You groan, completely ignoring his previous offense, "And for um… getting us knocked down that hill."

Scaramouche doesn't bother correcting you that it was actually HIM who knocked you both over.

"Gods, and I lost my mask. It's so unprofessional."

Scaramouche almost wants to say it's not a bad thing, that your face is a sight for sore eyes. But fuck that noise.

"On the bright side," You continue after sneezing again, "Noah is a good name. He's a member of the Treasure Hoarders we're after. I don't know about Ivan and Isaac, though."

Scaramouche stays silent for a while, so you assume the conversation is done.

You sink into the log you're sitting on, sighing into the thick fur coat you were given. It smells… like something. Maybe it's one of those guys' scent? Can't say you hate it, though. It's… it's actually pretty good and comforting.

"[L/n]."

"Hm?"

You haven't realized you closed your eyes, but you ain't about to open them. You're just basking in the coat.

Ah, you might fall asleep, you feel so tired and weak. Maybe it's because you failed to inform anyone of the wound on your side. You don't think it's bleeding anymore, but it's not even cleaned or wrapped.

"[L/n]."

"Yes, My Lord?" You repeat yourself.

"Sit back up," You can hear the eye-roll Scaramouche gives you, "You can rest after those morons come back with your food and crap."

You reluctantly open your eyes and sway in your spot, "Yes, sir."

"And don't call me that now. If they overhear you, it'll be hard explaining yourself."

"Yes, si-erm, Kunikuzushi."

"..."

"I just told you not to fall asleep."

Oh shit, you didn't realize you closed your eyes again.

"But I'm tiredddddd," You whine childishly, "And this coat is so warm and it smells good."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

You open your eyes to see Noah walking up to you, eyes colored in amusement. Noah still had that bandana covering his mouth, but you just know he's fucking smirking. He has a small blue bottle, spoon, bandages, gauze, and a large white bottle sitting all on top of a folded blanket.

"Ugh, please ignore that. That's so embarrassing," You sink in the coat to hide half your face, "I just-you know, I'm sick. I don't know what I'm talking about."

Noah shakes his head, "It's fine. I won't tease anymore. Move over, won't you?"

You do as you're asked, looking at Scaramouche with a pointed look. Keep an eye on Noah.

Noah places the blanket down on the ground near the fire. He then looks at you and tugs lightly at your coat.

"Take this off, let's clean that wound on your rib." He instructs.

"You… How do you know-"

"-I saw you bleed through your coat," Noah explains, "It wouldn't do anyone good if you died or got infected. And I wouldn't be able to sleep at night without a clear conscience."

You sigh through your nose and begin taking off the coat. You fold it onto the log on your side. You begin to unbutton the coat you had on previous, only for Noah to stop your hands with his.

"Uh, maybe wait until I leave," Noah clears his throat nervously, "Your boyfriend looks like he'll kill me. He can clean you up since your wound is pretty… uh… yeah."

Boyfriend??

Very nervously and very hesitantly, you look over to Scaramouche. He was fucking glaring at Noah for no reason. He was leaned over and everything, being very obvious with his glare.

You're about to deny that Scaramouche was anyone close to you, but you never get the chance to.

"Exactly, just give me 10 minutes," Scaramouche stands up and slowly stalks over, "You're not touching her."

… Hah?

Noah nods and gets up, waving before he walks over to the tent where Isaac and Ivan were in.

You blink owlishly, "Was… that necessary, Kunikuzushi?"

"You said so yourself that Noah is someone we have to watch out for." Scaramouche frowns, "As if I'd let my best ass-kisser get poisoned carelessly."

You roll your eyes, "Fine, okay. I'd prefer addressing my own wounds, anyway."

Scaramouche throws his head back, "HA! As if! Move over, I'll do it. I already said I would anyway."

"I-... O-Okay…" You resume stripping your coat with reluctance, "But… was going along as my boyfriend necessary, too?"

He deadpans at you as he sits next to you.

You shake your head: "Never mind. It's-really not important."

"No," Scaramouche mutters, "it's not."

#fanfiction #reader insert #original character #female reader #genshin x reader #geshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact wanderer #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #wanderer #short story #IWYDI Fanfiction #No Childe mention this time #sadge #Anyway I should probably clarify now that there's gonna be a LOT of time skips in this story #it's not meant to be something eleborate

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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"Anonymous asked a question:

Sodo stealing either ur clothes, rings, bracelets and necklaces bc he wants to be around you all the time but he knows he can’t with how u have whatever u do n he has practice, maybe the other ghouls find out as well n tease him"

Okay here we go, the request that magically disappeared from my inbox. I'm so glad I don't delete these emails.

Anyway, Sodo on tour and missing reader since their scent has faded from the clothes he took. hope it's good <333 GN!Reader

He loved touring. He loved seeing the fans, interacting with the ghouls on stage and being able to be free. He loved how Papa gave them freedom and let them have the spotlight, even if the old man seemed reluctant a few times. He knew he pushed his luck on several occasions, but he couldn’t help himself. The screaming and cheering and the excited energy from the audience would light him up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Humans were always said to be disgusting, only good as food sources or playthings.

That was all a bunch of bullshit, he decided. Sure, in the beginning it’s how he felt. When he was first summoned, he was given clear instructions that the siblings were off-limits during the day. But after curfew, well… Sister said that it was put in place for a reason. And he took advantage of it, stalking the nights to get his fill.

But there was one sibling he just couldn’t bring himself to harm and that was you. From day one, you had been nothing but cordial and polite to him, more than the others even had been. And he would admit, he loved that you decided to call him “Mr. Sodo” when you two first met. Okay, yes, hearing you call him that might’ve made him feel a type of way that he didn’t want to unpack for a long time. But when he saw you walking from the library, having fallen asleep inside and past curfew, he played along with your polite and sweet game. Though his tail had flicked back and forth as he took in your scent, he had let you link your arm with his and escorted you back to the dorms. He left you in the hall, right outside your room, a surprised expression on your face after he gave you the gentlest kiss to your lips. You two spent a lot more time together after that, even enough to where you had agreed to be his.

And as much as he loved touring, he found that he hated being away from you. He hated that he couldn’t feel your gentle touches or how you would play with his tail. He hated that you weren’t there to cup his face and kiss his forehead whenever he was feeling extra irritable. He hated how fast your scent would fade from your clothes.

Of course he had taken some of your things. Mainly one of the rings you constantly wore, along with a couple of your oversized hoodies, an old flannel you wore at every chance, and the old evil eye bracelet you had. He had laughed when you messaged him, saying how you couldn’t find a few things, and he may or may not have taken a picture of himself wearing your stolen property to send to you, the caption “that’s crazy” being typed out along the bottom.

He nuzzles himself further into your hoodie’s neckline, inhaling deeply to try and find your scent. His tail taps irritably on the couch when he notices that it’s hidden underneath his campfire smell, mingled in with everyone else. Maybe next time he would just find a way to sneak you out of the abbey to accompany him.

“Ya doin’ alright, mate?” Aether catches his attention, Sodo letting out a lazy hum. “Haven’t seen ya move in a while.”

“’m fine,” he mumbles. “Just kinda tired.”

Aether takes a closer look at him, something that makes the smaller ghoul growl. “Oh, I didn’t notice you took Y/N’s old ring.”

It’s true. The ring he took from you didn’t fit his finger. So instead, he had bought an extra silver chain to have hang around his neck. He would drop it into his shirt during the shows so no one could see it, but he preferred to have it out the rest of the time. Still, he lets out a scoff.

“Yeah, it is.” Aether gives him a pat on his knee, which had been curled up.

“Didn’t think you could miss someone so much,” he laughs softly, though he grunts when Sodo brings his leg up to kick his chest. Still, he smiles after he recovers from his daze. “We’ll be back home before you know it.”

Sodo gives him another soft grunt as he watches him walk further back into the bus. When the ghoul is out of sight, he goes back to scrolling through his phone, trying to hide the smile that wants to creep onto his face when he sees the silly little pictures you’re sending him.

For the most part, the others leave him alone. Cirrus and Cumulus had said how cute he looked, all snuggled up in your hoodie, and Rain had said he was happy his friend found someone he liked so much. Sunshine and Mountain had enough sense to keep quiet, and the shorter ghoul didn’t even hold his gaze for too long. Probably still shy and intimidated by him.

Finally, Papa comes onto the bus with a tired sigh, trying desperately to keep his hair slicked back. Originally, Sodo had tried to ignore him, instead focusing on his phone.

“Something wrong, mio figlio?” Copia’s voice forces him to look up, the man staring down at him with a cup of coffee in his hand. “You look unhappy.”

Before he can respond, Swiss is walking onto the tour bus with a pep in his step and a smirk on his face. “Ah, don’t worry about him, Papa.” He walks over, pinching Sodo’s cheek as he continues on in a mocking voice, “He’s just upset that he can’t smell Y/N on that sweatshirt anymore.”

The growl Sodo lets out is low and dangerous, claws lashing out and just grazing Swiss’s hand when he pulls back at just the right moment. While Swiss laughs about it, Copia has a genuinely concerned look on his face. Swiss goes to the back of the bus, rummaging through things as Copia sets his cup down on one of the tables.

“We’re gonna go out if you wanna join, grumpy pants,” Swiss calls to the smaller ghoul. “And we’re going now.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” With a “suit yourself”, the multi ghoul is heading for the front and soon exiting the bus, leaving Sodo alone with Copia. There’s normally an awkward feel in the air when being alone with the man, but this time, it’s more… gentle, loving. The same energy that Cumulus gives off.

“You know, Y/N wears your clothes too.” His voice catches Sodo’s attention again. “Those jackets you always wear? That black zip-up and the leather one?”

“How do you know?”

“I’m not blind, mio figlio.” He gives the ghoul a warm smile, along with a wink. “Trust when I tell you that the feeling is mutual.” He goes to walk past the couch. However, just like Aether, he gently pats his knee. “Do not worry too much. This tour will soon end and you will be back with your amore, ah?”

He can’t bring himself to verbally respond. So instead, he just gives him a soft grunt, along with a nod. Copia leaves after that, telling him that he would bring something back for him. When he’s finally alone, Sodo navigates to his message history with you.

Sodo: hey

Sodo: what are you wearing rn?

You don’t send him back a text. Instead, he gets a picture of you a few minutes later, wearing nothing but his leather jacket. He’d have to remember to thank Copia later for the little tip.

#lost ask #request #sodo #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #gn!reader #sodo x reader

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yorutsuki · 1 month

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「 ✦ Unexpected Traveler Pt. 2 ✦ 」

↳ You were once a world traveler alongside the twins—one being your lover...but that was until you had disappeared from their side not too long after their run in with the heavenly principles. So...what a coincidence would it be if a certain unexpected traveler showed up.

Tags: @huanator

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"{Y/N..?}"

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight.

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart dropped as the voice rang loudly in your ears—echoing almost, wracking into your brain.

"A-Aether..?" You crocked out, hesitantly turning around, your eyes meeting his.

The two of you could only stare at each other, the noise around you nothing but white silence as time stood still.

Aether shook his head hesitantly, "N-No..this..This isn't real." He furrowed his brows as his gaze dropped to the ground, his heart beating faster. "You..—You can't be real!" He grits his teeth, his mind overworked with processing the situation.

You couldn't be real. You vanished in front of him—to ashes! Even if you were, the last time he believed that, his sister abandoned him just before his eyes, multiple times nonetheless.

He couldn't deal with that again, especially if it was you..

His thoughts and doubts quickly diminished as he tensed up, feeling a hand on his shoulder.

Looking up he found you in front of him, the person he's missed dearly, the one he longed to find once again ever since that day.

Without a second thought, he pulled you into a tight embrace as tears built up in both of your guy's eyes.

"Archons i've missed you..!" He sniffed with a small chuckle, you let out a airy laugh in return. "Shit, I thought i'd never see you again..I thought..." His voice trailed off as the moment replayed in his mind.

Your brows furrowed in empathy as you lightly pulled from the hug, wiping your eyes. "But i'm here now, so please don't cry.."

Aether snapped from his thoughts as he reached his hand towards his face. Looking down, he found small water droplets. He wiped his tears away, a tad embarrassed he was crying in front of you. "Sorry..I just can't believe...I can't believe that your here."

The moment was interrupted with a high pitched-squeaky voice, "um, is someone going to tell Paimon what's happening?" The floating god fairy complained, hands resting upon her hips.

Your eyes widened in shock at the small being. "This is {Y/N}, the person i've been telling you about." Aether stated. Paimon's face lightened up. "Ohh! So she's the lady you've been rambling on about. Your very pretty miss!" She complimented with a intrigued expression.

You blushed at the comment, "I, uh..thank you." You gave a small smile.

"{Y/N}, I..." Aether hesitated in thought, "I believe we have a lot of catching up to do." He smiled meekly. You nodded in agreement.

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"So let me get this straight, ever since you supposedly died, you ended up here in Fontaine? Not only that, but got saved from the hydro archon?" Paimon recapped in shock, her voice pitching higher with every inquiry.

You nodded as you sipped on your drink.

"It's been quite the life while living here." You smiled though it faded as you saw Aether in thought, almost in regret. "Are you alright?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as your brows furrowed lightly.

Aether snapped from his thoughts as he bashfully gave a light smile, "sorry, was just thinking on things." He reassured.

A small silence set between the two of you. You both were in lost for words. After all this time you were finally reunited. You didn't know what to say...but you did know where to go.

"Aether.." You stood up, the blonde traveler following your figure with soft movements. You reached your hand out to him.

"Walk with me?"

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A/N: This was so short of the amnt of time I was away. I promise part 3 is going to be out shortly!

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮Final Arc⎮

⏤ Character: Aether

⏤ Including: Angst

⏤ Summary: His wish was granted, but at what cost

You got transported to the Genshin world along with Aether and his sister. Since then, you have been travelling around this world, discovering every nation, searching for any clues about where was Lumine. Days became weeks and then months quickly, but you never lost hope.

At some point, you could feel that you were close, after meeting Dainsleif, you were sure you would find her. And you did, but she disappeared before Aether or you could do anything. So you were forced to start all over again, running after someone that wasn't looking back.

It was getting more difficult physically, you got hurt many times, and you refused to count how many scars you received during the last three months. But even by ignoring your injuries, your mental was down, you were tired, irritated about anything and everything, and you were breaking down. You just wanted to find Lumine and leave.

Despite being as destroyed physically and mentally as Aether, you were holding up for him, you couldn't let him give up, even if it means driving yourself mad. You were sleeping less, since you were looking over Aether's bed most of the time, ready to shake him awake if he was having a nightmare. Paimon would do it for you sometimes, but you could see that the anxiety was growing on her, and you started feeling bad.

You were pushing yourself to another extent, the thought of finding Lumine and helping Aether to be happy with his sister again was motivating you. And finally, again, you managed to find her, you were all happy to be reunited, but not everything could end up well. And in order to leave this world, you had to fight until you were able to fly away together.

During the fight, you got hurt multiple times, and you were all tired, the sleepless nights and days without a break drew you to this mistake. Aether had no strength left either and Lumine wasn't physically able to fight, and in the last hope of not dying together, you pushed the two away. Paimon watched with wide eyes as the portal closed in front of your eyes, and you were left alone here, with her.

She didn't have the time to say her goodbyes to the twins and was going to witness the death of her friend some minutes later. She wanted to help you, save you, but you pushed her away, saying to save herself first. She floated away under your words, crying as she knew the adventure was over, she lost her three friends and none of them could come back.

She could still hear the sounds of fighting as she leaves, until it stopped suddenly, with no grunting or sounds of swords and shields clashing anymore. Everything went silent for a second. Paimon turned back, watching as the monsters were leaving in groups, going back to their camp as if they had nothing to do here anymore, crushing her dying hope.

They won the fight, but it was bringing them no joy or sadness, they just did what they were created for, and her heart broke as nothing was remaining except the burned grass and some drops of blood. You disappeared, without Aether here, there was no coming back, you just became a ghost that nobody would remember. Even Paimon knew, that she will disappear soon, she had no purpose anymore, and she would take with her the remaining of those memories created within those months with you.

As for Aether, he could only watch in shock as the portal close and disappear in front of his face, only leaving an empty void behind. Even after months of fighting to rejoin his sister, he couldn't find the heart to celebrate, he couldn't feel this oh-so-much-needed joy as he held Lumine closer.

He had his sister, she was here with him, Aether could hug her again but, in exchange, he lost his two closest friends. He lost this world he grew to love, the acquaintances he made, the memories, gifts, the time spent together.

He lost them, he lost you.

The only thing remaining, was his sword, which he fought with, along with you for months. And this seelie, which he chooses only because it was your favourite colour, that was still floating beside him, reminding him of Paimon too. The seelie moved closer, stilling on his shoulder as Aether cried. His twin was here, but he lost everything, and would never find it again.

He had another occasion to find his sister, it could have taken another two months, but she would still be here. But he was so focused on finding her by doing anything, that he forgot what he was putting in danger, something he could bring back. In his last hope, he tried to open another portal, but the only thing he saw, was the back of the monsters, leaving the area.

Nothing was left, and his last hope died at this moment. He wasn't happy to have his sister, he was devastated and broken. Maybe he should have confessed before, before this, before everything.

His wish was granted, but at what cost.

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velvet-brain · 8 months

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bad idea right?

Yae Miko x Reader

You were out in a bar with your friends until you received a text from a person you hadn't thought of in months. Yes, she’s your ex, but can’t two people reconnect?

Tw: alcohol, exes, implied sex.

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Hello! This one was inspired by the song of the same name by Olivia Rodigo. Give it a listen, it's great.

The mood was light and fresh as you raised your glass to a cheer.

“For us!” Lumine said followed along by the clink of your glasses. You were out with your friends drinking yourselves under the table in celebration for surviving another grueling day of work.

You watched your friends with a warm smile as they messed around the table, Lumine holding her brother in a chokehold as she downed her drink, Sara going on another rant about how great their boss, Ei, is to a half conscious amber. You couldn’t help the warm bubbles of laughter that came out of you, you wouldn't ask for a better group even if they were all a little weird.

Bzzzt—

Then your phone buzzed. Odd, who’d message you at this hour? All the main culprits were with you right now so you hoped it wouldn't be work.

You look at your phone screen and raise an eyebrow, an unknown number? You would have passed it on as spam if it wasn’t for the actual content of the text.

‘Hi Darling~’

Huh. A wrong number situation? maybe someone thought you were their partner or maybe someone managed to give your number to an unwanted flirt.

‘I know what you’re probably thinking right now but don’t go blocking me just yet! I just changed my phone recently so you won’t recognize it.’

You dropped your head on your hand with a lazy smile as you watched what this mystery messenger had to say, maybe it might be someone you know and if not then it would make a fun story.

‘So here is a picture to refresh your mind~’

Ding!

Ah.

The moment the image came through all the booze that had clouded your mind completely disappeared.

Long soft pink hair, eye-catching golden accessories, soft fair skin, plump and teasing red lips pulled into a smirk and sharp purple eyes that threatened to swallow you whole.

You could never forget her.

‘It’s Miko!’

Your ex.

Lumine is the one that notices first.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Dammit, the siblings have always been really perceptive.

“Uh, n-nothing!” You try to stuff your phone into your pockets but somehow Sara swipes it out of your hand much faster than a drunk person should and stares at the picture with intensity.

“Who is this?” Sara was actually a new addition to the group so she wouldn't know much of your own romantic life, actually the only ones that would are…

“YAE MIKO!?” Lumine screamed the moment she saw the sly woman’s face, while you could only cover your face with your hands. The twins are your oldest friends so they know about her.

“Why is that fox texting you!? What does she want!?” Lumine immediately enters protective mode at the mere sight of her.

“I don’t know…” You drag your hands down your face. “She just suddenly started messaging with a new number.”

“Ooooh, she’s preeeettyy!” Amber coos which stuns Lumine.

“No! Amber, don't fall for her face!” Lumine pulls her girlfriend back. “She’s a sly and cunning liar who will tear you apart!”

“I think I’m missing something here.” Sara states.

“Yae Miko was Y/N’s girlfriend through almost all of university, prettiest girl in school, super popular and came from a rich family. She basically had it all.” Aether explained as he took a sip from his glass while Sara nodded along.

“But in our final year that woman left after her family got an opportunity to branch out in Inazuma, she dropped our beloved Y/N like an old rag in seconds and disappeared without even a goodbye!” Lumine ranted as if somehow she had been the one who got dumped.

You sank into your seat as you recalled that day. It was a completely normal day so you didn’t expect anything of what happened.

First Miko completely disappears from campus, she doesn’t answer any of your texts or calls and only when you were about to fall asleep did she send you a single message.

‘We’re done.’

The last thing you heard of her for months. You spent the last few months of university like a zombie and only recently started getting back on your feet so this sudden message is a real gut punch to you.

You carefully take your phone back from Sara and stuff it back in your pocket as you force yourself to smile. “It’s no big deal, I don’t know what she wants and I don’t care to find out, so if you’ll excuse me I need the bathroom.”

You walked through the busy bar between drunk people and rowdy tables until you reached the, thankfully, empty bathroom and slumped over the sinks. Your reflection in the mirror didn’t look any better than how you felt and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh, of course something would happen to ruin the mood.

Bzzzt—

You groan once more as you feel your phone vibrate once more and reluctantly pull out your phone, planning to black her number to get it over with.

‘Aww, leaving me on read is so mean! Has my little Y/N entered their rebellious stage?’

Even through text you could hear the teasing tone she always had when trying to fluster you and you hate how it’s working!!

You glare at the red faced reflection on the mirror, you shouldn’t feel like this to your ex! She left you! Just block her!

‘Or maybe you need more proof?’

Ding!

Ah.

Your brain turns to mush at the new image, your thoughts turning into a mess as your face heats up even more.

It’s a selfie of her laying on her bed, a loose black shirt that hugged her in the right places and raised just high enough to let you see her slim tummy and just tantalizing enough to leave whatever was lower to your wild imagination and her wide hips hugged nicelly by a pair of gray shorts that stuck to her figure.

God that is so unfair and she knows it!!

‘Well, I’ll be waiting my little treasure~’

She even dares to use the nickname she had for you before sending you her new address, only a few minutes from here.

You push away your phone and use the sink to splash some water onto your face to try and fail to erase the raging blush on your face.

If it was anyone else you would laugh at their attempts but this is Yae Miko you’re talking about. Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea.

But your brain has already started to go over the moment you spent together. The monet at school where you would sit together and chat as you waited for class to start. The little dates after school to small restaurants or even just for coffee where she would hold your hand, her delicate and perfectly manicured fingers interlaced with yours.

Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea.

The nights you would spend together either talking to each other or just enjoying the other's presence until the sun rose. The way she would rest her head on your shoulder, humming out a tune on the bus ride to school.

Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea…

The way her hands would touch you so softly as if you were something precious or holy and she’d call you her treasure. The intimate and soft smiles that she would save only for you.

Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea… right?

You glance again at your phone…

…

You walk out of the bathroom and back to your table. “Well, I think I am done for the night, so I’ll be going to sleep now.” Lumine booed but couldn’t do much with a sleeping Amber on her shoulder.

You leave your part of the bill on the table and go for the door.

“You’re not planning to go meet her, are you?” You stop at Aether’s voice,worried that he might have figured you out. This guy can be really dense in most big situations but annoyingly perceptive to the smallest things.

“N-no?” Oh you blew it! Why did you say it as a question!!

Aether stares at you for a few seconds before he hiccups and his face turns slightly red, the alcohol taking over once more. “Alright, good night Y/N.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you leave the bar and wave a taxi, you think about it for a second before giving him the directions that Miko gave you.

It’s fine, it’s fine. You are just going to… talk! Yeah, talk. You are just going to reconnect, maybe be friends…

God what a bad lie…

And suddenly, even in the dark of the night, you spot her.

The same pink hair, black shirt and shorts that she had in the picture she sent you. And she’s nervous.

After such a long time you still have her mannerisms memorized. The way she picks at her nails would seem like she’s bored but you know she’s tense, her body rigid and an arm wrapped around herself in comfort.

Her eyes immediately lock onto the taxi, her eyes wide and expecting. The moment you step out her face brightens like a little kid on Christmas, her eyes sparkling as if she just looked at the brightest star in the sky. That’s not the way you would usually look at your ex right?

But you aren’t any better, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest at the mere sight of her.

“Hello, my treasure~” And that does it, like the last nail in the coffin.

You said you were going to sleep but never specified where so… under her sheets should be fine, right?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #yae miko #yae miko x reader

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sapphire-weapon · 11 months

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So, I reached the very endgame of FFXVI and looked at the shitton of sidequests that popped up before heading off to the final confrontation and went “fuck it.” I had done every single sidequest in the game leading up to this point, but I was reaching the end of the final night of the days I had taken off of work to play this game and I just needed to beat it and be done with it. I made a manual save at that point and just went into the final boss, intending to go back to the sidequests later.

After I beat the game, I didn’t honestly think I’d actually go back to those sidequests. What was the point, knowing how the game ended and what it meant?

ENDING SPOILERS BENEATH THIS CUT

And then I poked my head into the fandom and kept seeing people insist that Clive lived in the end (and also probably so did Joshua). And, at first, I was like “how much fucking copium are you guys huffing over here?? We literally physically see Joshua die, and he even says that the power of the Phoenix can mend flesh, but it can’t bring the dead back to life. So, all that happened was that Clive healed his corpse to make him look more dignified, but that is it. And we literally see Clive fucking turn into stone and Jill feels his aether disappear. They fucking died, we saw them die, you are so high on copium it’s making you look stupid.”

But then I kept digging into it.

And digging into it.

For Joshua -

Ultima says that Clive’s will is so strong that it actually harbors the power of creation, especially considering the way that Joshua is etched onto his heart. And, during the ending, Clive has Ultima’s power, which also literally is creation. We might not see Joshua get up and move around again, but his survival is hinted at/confirmed during the post-credits scene when he’s listed as the author of the book.

Okay, I can buy that. I guess. It still sounds copium as fuck to me, but I can see how people got there.

Clive’s was a little bit more abstract, and I kept seeing people refer to a conversation he had with Jill that I swear to god I never saw, because apparently Jill is the confirmation that he lived. So, in an effort to understand what the fuck people were talking about, I booted the game back up and went back and did the sidequests that I’d ignored last night.

And I saw the conversation.

And fandom is right.

This motherfucker goddamn lived ARE YOU KIDDING ME

THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN IN MISSABLE OPTIONAL CONTENT HOLY FUCK

It’s subtle, and it’s spelled out purely in symbolism, but it is there.

Jill says: “I realized that, no matter how terrible the night, dawn will always come. You [will] always come for me. And you have. Again and again.”

A few lines later, Clive says: “I’ll stop at nothing to see that you [get the life you want].”

In the ending, Jill watches Metia go out -- Metia, which she prayed on to bring Clive back to her -- and she takes that to mean that Clive is dead. But when she runs out of the infirmary and drops to her knees, the sun rises. Immediately. And Torgal howls -- and howling is how wolves try to signal their location to lost members of the pack to guide them home. And then Jill smiles at the sight of the sun.

Metia goes out because Jill doesn’t have to wish on it anymore -- not because Clive is dead, but because they’ll never have to be separated again. It also probably goes out because there’s no more magic left in the world. And, in fact, that’s probably why he doesn’t die -- the ability to channel aether in the form of magic disappears from the world before the curse can actually fully take him.

Because I rewatched the ending, and --

We don’t actually see him turn to stone. We see his hand turn to stone, but it doesn’t appear to be creeping up the rest of his arm or anything. And then he just... closes his eyes and drops his head against the sand.

That motherfucker is alive.

And because he’s alive, it ties back to Joshua because of the sidequest with the fuckin heartstones binding them together through the will of their father. If one endures, so too must the other. They both have to carry out Elwin’s legacy; it can’t just be Clive (or, it can’t just be Joshua, if you’re of the opinion that Clive resurrected him with Ultima’s power but then died himself).

Because it wasn’t just Cid’s dream and Cid’s legacy -- it was Elwin’s, too. The game makes it a point to repeat that over and over again, and it also keeps hammering home the idea that Clive and Joshua need to continue on living in order to see Elwin’s dream realized.

And Elwin’s dream is shown to have been realized in the post-credits scene. For that to have happened, both Clive and Joshua had to have lived.

Does this absolve XVI of all of its other writing problems? Absolutely not.

Is it complete and utter bullshit that this is so obtuse and missable and a vast majority of people are never going to find it? Yes.

Does it make things marginally better, though.......? Yeah, it actually does.

This is the payoff for Clive allowing himself to be loved. Jill’s love for him literally saved his life. Cid gave him something to die for, but Jill gave him something to live for. He made it a point to hold on long enough to look at the moon, because he promised her he would -- and doing that is what kept him going long enough that the magic disappeared before his body could fully turn to stone. And that whole idea of death and rebirth is thematically tied into the whole Phoenix thing and all that other bullshit.

I’m going to need to take some time to process all of this, but.

It does make me feel at least a little better.

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi spoilers #meta analysis

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daydream-cement · 10 months

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Heavenly Aether Ch. 5

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Betrayal and bonding.

Sorry this update has taken forever! Thank you for the beta my dear husband @bri-sonat.

Miranda must have apologized a dozen times by the time she walked you into an empty jail cell, but each and every time you left her without a response, staring off into space as you fumed about her betrayal. You had placed your trust in her in a matter of days - yet here she was, quickly breaking that trust for reasons unbeknownst to you.

“You will only be here for a few hours. I promise. I can take you straight home in the morning. I’m so sorry.” The constable towered above you as she removed your handcuffs, her hands grasping your wrists carefully once the metal had fallen away from your skin. Her thumbs gently rubbed against where the cuffs had been, massaging away any soreness.

Finally, you turned your gaze upwards to meet her eyes and you watched her posture slouch ever so slightly when she saw the coldness in your eyes. You hadn’t yanked your hands away from Miranda’s grasp as an invisible force kept your feet pinned to the floor directly before her.

Miranda ducked her head low as she spoke in a harsh whisper. Her hands pulled on your wrists, tugging you closer to avoid having to speak too loud, “Please, Y/n… I’m doing everything in my power to move this case forward. This was out of my control. I can’t help you if I get demoted or removed from the force…”

You gazed into her eyes defiantly and tried to ignore the fact that Miranda’s face was inches from yours. Why did she have to be so endearing when you were trying to be angry with her?

“I’ll bring you something for dinner. I’m sorry again…”

The constable gave you a final remorseful glance before backing away and leaving you alone in the holding cell. You couldn’t be more furious with Miranda or the situation you found yourself in. This was beyond a waste of time.

For a long while, you sat glaring at the painted cinder block wall, stewing on the betrayal from the woman you had begun to repose such trust in. Miranda dropped off dinner and you continued giving her the cold shoulder, not interested in letting her off so easily.

She left you alone after a long while of trying to explain herself once again. Her reasoning for betraying you was built on a solid foundation of not wanting to lose her job, but you were filled with righteous justice for all the lives that had been lost so far.

Eventually, the anger subsided to be replaced with anxiety and panic when you reached to absentmindedly play with the flash drive that hung around your neck only to find it missing. No one had taken it when you had to hand over all your belongings before you were placed in lock-up. It must be in your apartment.

Your mind began racing at all the possibilities: Were they going through your apartment as you sat here in this cell? Would they find the flash drive that was sitting on your nightstand?

If the wrong corrupted individual were to get their hands on that flash drive, your decades of research would disappear without a trace and an additional few would be fated to die.

Miranda hadn’t returned to the cell to see you until the next morning. You had slept in short spurts throughout the night and when she entered, her voice accompanied by a gentle shake of your shoulder pulled you from your sleep. “Y/n… Wake up…”

Immediately as you were roused from your slumber, you shot up as you were reminded of the severity of your missing flash drive. Your hands gripped her forearms as you searched her eyes - your tone as frantic as your gaze. “Miranda. The flash drive. Where is the flash drive? I left it- They might have it. I-”

“Shh… It’s gonna be okay. Let’s get you out of here.” Miranda retracted her arms so she could take you by your hands, giving you a soft pull so you would shift into a standing position. Once standing, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you from the cell, hushing your concerned chatter as she retrieved your belongings from the lock-up desk.

“Miranda, what is-”

The Aussie cut you off, her tone loud and overzealous so as to prevent others from thinking she was plotting something with you. “I’ll give you a ride, ma’am.”

“Ma’am? What are you talking about?” You furrow your brow at the strangely formal title she had given you.

“You have had a long night. I’m sure you are ready to get home, huh?” She guided you through the police station with a hand at the small of your back, pushing you towards the back entrance you had arrived through. Once out in the parking garage, your line of questioning continued as you couldn’t understand why she could be behaving so erratically.

“Mira- Stop. What are you-”

“No need for any fuss. Get on in and I will drive you home.” Miranda repeated as she helped you into the passenger seat. You were growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of communication from the constable. The least she could do was clue you into the reason she was acting so strangely.

“Mir-” As you struggled to get a word in edgewise, the blonde shut the car door in your face, leading your anger to bubble to the surface. When she rounded the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, you laid in on her. “What is it you think you are doing? Is this kidnapping? You haven’t told me where we are going! You just up and take me from the holding cell like a madwoman!”

“Shh! I am getting you out of there! They searched your apartment last night.” Miranda lost all of her timid kindness as she launched her own verbal attack back at you. She shifted the car into reverse and pulled from the parking place, needing to get away from the station as quickly as possible. “They were looking for that little flash drive of yours, but…”

The constable reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out your flash drive on a chain, sending an automatic jolt of relief through your body. The feeling of relief was soon replaced with a wave of nausea at the fact you had treated her so poorly over the past 12 hours. “Miranda, I’m- I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I- I should have listened…”

“It’s okay, Y/n. We need to get you home.” Instead of handing over the flash drive, Miranda leaned over in her seat and looped the necklace over your head. The act felt extremely intimate, especially when her hands came back around your neck and moved your hair out of the way so the chain could lay comfortably around your neck. “Do you need anything to eat? You didn’t have much of your dinner last night.”

“Uhm, yeah. Sure.” Your breath hitched and a blush spread on your cheeks when her fingertips graced the back of your neck. Her touch was brief and left you wondering why you craved more. You finally felt like you could breathe again when Miranda pulled away - her focus shifting to driving you home and potentially grabbing a coffee.

“I shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but they found a computer and some documents in your home. It will take time for the non-corrupt higher-ups to figure it out, but it was an illegal search. They wanted that flash drive. I was thinking, if you are okay with it, that I could sleep on your couch tonight. Just in case they send anyone again…”

Your fingers twiddled with the flash drive that hung from your neck, mind swirling with what may be the potential state of your apartment when you return. She had already been making you nervous through her lingering touches and kind eyes, and now she wanted to stay in your apartment with you?

As Miranda parked her car in the parking garage near your home, she began filling you in on the plan she had formulated with Robin while you were locked up. “So we have been looking into the organization a bit more and it seems as though there is a recruitment event coming up. I’m thinking we could go undercover and see what we can learn about the church. Robin says she would be willing to run ground interference if you and I pose as potential members, although we might have to put you in a wig or something. They may recognize you.”

“Undercover? With me?”

The blonde seemed delighted with the prospect of going undercover with you, immediately making you feel more at ease with the idea. You couldn’t help but watch the sweet little grin that grew on her face as she explained her desire to go undercover with you. “Uh, yeah! We could gain plenty of valuable information and…. It might be a little fun.”

You listened carefully as Miranda parked the car, saving your reply for when you walked side by side. “Don’t you need approval from your superiors for that kind of thing? It doesn’t seem as though they are really on our team here.”

“Robin worked an in she had at the courts. She explained our predicament and they approved the undercover work and said getting a search warrant wouldn’t be too hard either if we went through them.” Miranda followed your lead as you guided her down a staircase and over to your building. From there you began walking her through a side door and up a floor to your apartment. “So I’m thinking you get your best dress and you and I can be some affluent lesbian couple or something?”

“A couple?” You giggle as you unlock your front door, unable to believe your ears.

“Or something?” Miranda laughed in return, but her attention was soon taken up by the messy apartment before her. The constables who had been in your apartment left objects strewn everywhere as they sought out your technological belongings. Before you were able to express your frustrations with the state of your apartment, Miranda’s soft voice rang in your ear, “I’m so sorry. I can help you clean a bit, but I’ll need a little direction from you.”

It took you a few minutes to calm down and comprehend the possessions broken and damaged by the carelessness of Miranda’s peers. The constable helped you shelve books and put the cushions and pillows back on the sofa.

The conversation slowly shifted from the case at hand to personal stories surrounding your knick-knacks and photographs. Next thing you knew, the two of you were giggling on your sofa, a few empty bottles of beer littering the table before you and a half-full bottle in both of your hands. The two of you had started your conversation at separate ends of the couch and now you had met in the middle, the back of Miranda’s knuckles gently rubbing your shin.

“There is no way!” You shouted, arms reaching out to grasp Miranda’s knee to shake her back and forth. The laughs you had begun to share were endless as Miranda’s joy was simply contagious. The worries of the case at hand and your recent arrest were all but a distant memory for the time being.

“I really did! Look for yourself.” The blonde lifted her shirt to display a few-year-old healed wound on her chest. At first, you assumed her ‘life-threatening wound’ was just her being hyperbolic, but now that you saw it with your own eyes, you had no choice but to believe her.

You couldn’t help yourself when you reached forward and pressed your fingertips against the scar. Lingering your touch against her soft skin, you tenderly began stroking your fingers back and forth. You only stopped when Miranda’s hand caught your wrist, sending your gaze up to meet hers to see she had gone serious.

“You are very beautiful…” Miranda’s voice was barely a whisper when she pulled your wrist to her mouth, her lips coming to place a gentle kiss along your skin.

You found yourself creeping closer, your spare hand resting on her thigh as your faces drifted closer together. “We should be careful…”

Her lips ghosted over yours - the soft breath of her words could be felt across your lips. “I agree… We should stop before this goes too far…”

The alcohol in your system certainly wasn’t helping your decision-making process. You knew you wanted Miranda regardless, but you had been keeping yourself from it for the sake of the case. The two of you seemed to be growing closer in spite of your anger from earlier today which only made your adoration for her stronger.

Now that you were a lips distance away, you could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. Her fingers against your thigh were making you feel delirious, but it was her beautiful eyes that drove you mad.

Miranda’s usual kindness had disappeared, and been replaced with a hunger you hadn’t witnessed before. There was no going back from what you both wanted, and the repercussions were minuscule in comparison to the way you began to ache for one another

“Yeah…” You mumbled before closing the gap between your lips and hers.

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Word count: 864

Rating: General audiences

Pairing: Polyghouls

Characters: Dewdrop, Aether, mention of Omega

Key features: Dew with a kit, semi feral Dew, semi feral ghoul whisperer Aether

Summary: Dew has been missing for the pack for three days. Aether finds him.

This work was heavily inspired by @chapel-of-rizztual 's new fic! Go read it right now!

Dew had been missing for three days.

Now, while it wasn't unusual for ghouls to disappear for a few days for hunts or heats, it was strange for Dew to go missing.

The ghoul, if he was injured or sick or just tired, would hole away in his room until he felt better. But they had checked his room. In fact, they had checked every inch of the dormitory. He wasn't there.

The pack was starting to worry.

They'd spread their search, to the library and the chapel and even the siblings' dorms.

It was late at night, and they were just about to give up their search for the day. Aether could feel the other pack members telepathically telling him that they were going to look again in the morning, that maybe Dew would come out for food.

Aether was far from the dorms. He was down in an abandoned part of the Ministry, mostly used for storage nowadays. Everything was quiet, muffled by a thick layer of dust.

Then, a whimper.

Just a soft one.

Aether's ears twitched. He followed the sound, his footsteps light, not wanting to spook whatever made that sound.

He found what he had been looking for.

Dew.

The poor ghoul, he was propped up between a bookshelf and a wall. He wore only a shirt, though all of the buttons were undone. He only looked semi conscious.

"Fuck, Dew." Aether breathed. He ran over to the sad little lump, his footsteps making Dew perk up.

Dew looked around dozily for a second, then hissed and curled away from Aether. He tucked his head down and brought his knees up, hiding away in a ball. His tail thudded anxiously on the floor beside him.

"Dewdrop. Shit. Hi." Aether slowed his approach, seeing how Dew reacted like a flighty animal. He chirruped softly, a noise reserved for submissive ghouls, to show Dew that he wasn't going to hurt him. "Hey. You're alright."

Except Dew probably wasn't alright. As Aether stepped closer, he noticed the dark puddle under Dew. He could smell the blood.

"I need you to talk to me, Dew. Tell me you're okay." Aether dropped to his knees and crawled the rest of the distance, though he stopped around five metres from the other ghoul. "Or tell me you're not okay, and I can help."

Dew stared at Aether with big, fearful eyes. Then he chittered anxiously, a quiet 'ekekek' sound.

"Alright. Can't talk. Okay." Aether nodded slowly. Sometimes ghouls went a little feral. It was in their nature. It was okay, Aether could deal with it. "Are you still bleeding?"

Dew shook his head. He tucked further into the corner.

Then, another, tiny whimper rang out.

It didn't come from Dew's lips.

"What the Hell?" Aether whispered. Dew was starting at him like a deer in headlights. "What's going on, Dew? Give me something to work with here."

Slowly, and ever so cautiously, Dew turned. In his trembling arms was a kit. A tiny, curled up little thing, sucking on the fork of their tail in a self soothing gesture.

"Oh, fuck…" Aether crawled closer. "Where did you get them, droplet?"

Dew gave Aether a look, as if to say 'Where do you normally get kits from?'. He raised a disapproving eyebrow, before his expression was replaced by a wince.

"Hey, take it easy. Steady, little guy. Can I see them?" He asked softly. Dew shook his head. "Alright. Can you hold them out a little, just so I can look them over?"

Carefully, Dew held the kit up, even as they squirmed and whined at getting moved. They were absolutely tiny. One of the smallest kits Aether had ever seen. Their cord wasn't attached, and they seemed to have a belly full of milk. Dew had done well on his own.

"Thanks, Dew. That's all I needed to see. You can take your kit back now. That's it, keep them warm against your chest. Good lad." Aether murmured, as if he was speaking to a spooked animal. He closed his eyes, contacting Omega through their telepathy. Letting him know that he'd found Dew and he needed medical help.

"I'm gonna give you my shirt. I want you to put it over the kit, like a blanket. She's very little, Dew. I don't want her getting cold." He said steadily, unbuttoning his shirt and holding it out to Dew. The fire ghoul snatched it from him, then carefully laid it over the kit's back, covering her completely.

"Yeah, that's it. You managed to hide her well, huh?" Aether laughed quietly. He could hear all of his pack popping into his head, asking questions about Dew. He ignored them for the moment.

"Ti-nee." Dew croaked out in explanation, his voice crackly from disuse. He gestured to his middle. It had a bit of a swell to it, but otherwise it just looked like a regular belly. Not like someone who had just given birth.

"Yeah, she is… You've done such a good job, Dew." Aether could hear Omega's heavy footsteps in the distance. "We're going to get you some help, gorgeous. Just stay awake for a little longer, yeah? Alright. Doing a great job. Good mama."

Dew smiled proudly at that. He was a good mama.

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alxirai · 6 months

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I had never felt so alive before, my heart pounding in my chest as I took my first steps into the land of Teyvat. Every inch of me felt like it was bursting with excitement and wonder. I had come to this land with a goal in mind, to find my long-lost twin and figure out what happened to them.

As I walked through the lush, green landscapes, I suddenly heard a voice calling my name. I turned around to see a tall, handsome man with long, flowing hair and piercing amber eyes. "Are you the traveler?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. He reached out his hand and I took it, allowing him to lead me to a small cottage in the distance. "My name is Aether," he said, his voice full of warmth. "It's nice to finally meet another person from another world in Teyvat."

I couldn't believe my luck. I had been searching high and low for any clues as to where my twin had gone, and now here was a person who looked just like me, and who seemed to be in the same boat.

"May I ask you something?" I finally found the courage to ask. "Do you know anything about the other sibling?"

He looked away, his face unreadable. "I don't know for sure. But I have a feeling that they've been taken advantage of by a group of powerful people in this world. They must be in a lot of danger."

My heart dropped at the thought of my twin being in trouble, but I knew that Aether was right. Whoever was behind all of this must be stopped at all costs.

"We have to find them," I whispered, my voice full of determination. "We have to stop them from hurting anyone else."

Aether looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I agree. But we can't do it alone. We need to find allies in this wild world. Are you ready?"

I smiled, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I nodded my head. "Let's do this." Aether and I travelled throughout Teyvat, gathering allies wherever we could. We met all kinds of people, from powerful warriors like Noelle and Amber, to wise scholars like Lisa and Kaeya. Each of them played their own unique role in our quest to uncover the truth about my twin, and each one brought their own special skills and knowledge to the group.

But as much as I enjoyed the company of my new friends, I couldn't shake the feeling that Aether was holding something back from me. There was a sense of tension in the air around him, and no matter how hard I tried to get him to open up to me, he would always brush off my questions with a vague response or a change of subject.

Finally, one evening as we sat around a fire, I decided to confront him. "Aether, what's really going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why won't you talk to me?"

At last, he looked at me with those piercing amber eyes, and for the first time, I saw a hint of sadness beneath his veneer of calmness. "I'm sorry, I know it must be hard for you. But there are certain things that I'm just not ready to share yet. I promise, I'll tell you everything in due time, but for now, I need your trust."

I felt a pang of disappointment in my chest, but I knew that he was right. Aether had been with me through everything, and if there was anyone in this world that I could trust, it was him.

So we continued our journey, my curiosity piqued by the mystery surrounding my twin and the powers we held within us. Together, with our motley crew of allies, we tackled any challenge that came our way, from battling huge monsters to solving complex puzzles. And through it all, our bond only grew stronger, as we worked towards the same goal of discovering the truth behind my lost twin's disappearance.

But even as the days passed and our adventures grew more and more exciting, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets Aether was keeping from me. And so, I resigned myself to the fact that some things were just meant to remain mysteries, at least for now.

As time went on, our friendship with Aether only grew stronger. He was everything I had ever wanted in a companion: strong, brave, and kind. And with each passing day, I found myself falling more and more in love with him.

Of course, I didn't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward between us. So, I kept my feelings to myself, instead choosing to focus on our quest and our growing connection.

As we travelled throughout the lands of Teyvat, we faced all sorts of challenges and overcame great obstacles. With each victory, our bond deepened, and I found myself falling more and more in love with Aether.

I knew that I had to tell him how I felt, but I didn't know how. I was scared that I would put too much pressure on him or scare him away. But I knew that I couldn't keep my feelings a secret for much longer.

And so, one night as we sat by the campfire, I gathered up all my courage and professed my feelings to Aether. To my surprise, he didn't recoil in horror or back away from me. Instead, he looked at me with those warm amber eyes and smiled.

"I feel the same way, Traveler," He said softly, taking my hand in his. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you, but I didn't know how. But you just made it so much easier for me."

And with that, we sealed our fate, starting a new chapter in our lives as partners, both in our quest for knowledge and in our growing love.

From that day forward, Aether was always by my side, through thick and thin. Our love only grew stronger with each passing day, and we knew that we were meant to be together, no matter what.

As we continued to explore the vast world of Teyvat, we faced many more dangers and challenges. But with Aether by my side, I knew that we could face anything that came our way, and come out the other side stronger then ever before.

And so, we continued on, hand in hand, as partners in life and in love, ready to face whatever the world might throw at us.

Hello, I don't know what I did. Haha it's like they switched roles but also not..? Idk😥

Enjoy this mess that I made.

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