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sociallyawkwardseal · 7 months

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Prompt: Fictober: "Fine. Explain it to me."

Fandom: Lumine

Summary: Sera hasn't talked to Camille in a couple of weeks. Camille is desperate to find her and talk about it. (Takes place a few days after the initial incident).

Content Warnings: None that I can think of!

Words: 943

Through the crowd, Camille caught a brief glance of a familiar pink scarf. Though it was just out of reach, the face of its owner just out of sight—hair and ears hidden by a cap—she knew. She didn’t have to see her face to know that it was Sera. It was innate, almost like magic itself, the two had been so close to each other for so, so long, that even a few weeks of separation wouldn’t cause her to misidentify her.

“Sera!” Camille reached out, pushing past the couple as she shuffled through the small crowd of people looking at the farmer’s market booth. “Sera—” She lost sight of her for a moment and whipped around, her eyes scanning every face and outfit that she could.

Pink, pink, look for that pale pink scarf. She repeated to herself. Sera’s had it for years. It’s her favorite. She’s had it since we were in school.

When she saw the end of it, everything else in the world disappeared; the noise, the clutter of the walking path, the people nearby faded and left her alone in the cold winter sun with Sera. She reached out, seizing her arm and holding tight to the sleeve; her green eyes immediately flicking up to stare into her brown eyes.

“Where have you been?” Camille said, her eyes desperately scanning Sera’s face for any answer. Anything. “I’ve been worried sick about you—do you realize how long I’ve been trying to find you? You don’t answer my calls, my texts, you don’t answer your door or come over anymore—”

Not now. I can’t cry now. She scolded herself, her eyes burning as she stared at Sera’s aghast face. Ever since you accidentally took that stupid potion…

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you…?”

“Camille…” Sera’s expression softened as she turned more to face her, her bag falling heavily against the bend of her elbow and rocking her only briefly. She reached out, taking Camille’s other arm in her own hand. “It’s a lot. And it’s just. Complicated. Dumb, it’s dumb…”

“Fine.” Camille replied, gritting her teeth as she squeezed Sera’s arm a little—a small reassurance that she was real, that she was here in front of her. That this wasn’t just a dream. “Explain it to me, then. Why are you trying so hard to avoid me?”

“I’ll explain. Just. Come on, let’s get off the street.” You’re actually about to cry… She tacked on silently, squeezing Camille’s arm in return before pulling away. Usually you’re so composed. A little grumpy, but… “Sorry about all of this.”

“God, I can’t believe I’m about to cry in front of you.” Camille hissed, still holding onto Sera’s arm as the two moved through the small crowd and towards a nearby bench. “In the middle of the street, at that.”

“It’s fine. I figured you would be upset…” Sera’s arm slid as she turned around to face her again; she moved to lightly touch Camille’s gloved hand, and waited for Camille to shift to hold her hand. “I really am sorry. I didn’t think it would bother you this much…”

“I hear you, I hear you.” Camille said, easing onto the bench as she held her hand loosely in hers. She squeezed, slowly relaxing. Sure, the warmth they shared was blocked by the gloves, but having her there, tangible, her voice grumbling and soft against her ears, it was reassuring enough. “So. Why…?”

Sera stayed quiet for a moment, avoiding eye contact as she rubbed her thumb along the side of Camille’s hand. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to look at—there wasn’t much of a crowd anymore, she wasn’t sure that there even was one to begin with, or if she herself just felt crowded and trapped. “It’s going to sound. So stupid.”

“As if you just running out of my place freaking out and swearing you would pay me back wasn’t stupid? Insisting it was your fault, when I was the one who left the bottle closer to you, saying that you would pay me back for all of it, what you drank, the ingredients to reverse it—you were sick. What if you were a different patient and I had done that?” Camille teased, a tiny smile pulling on her lips. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. We can work on getting the funds to change you back to—”

“No. I need to do this alone. You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want, but…” Sera closed her eyes, breathing a sigh into the neck of her scarf as she sank a little bit. “I practically lived there. I should have known better, or I should have called or texted and asked if one of the bottles you left out was actually for me… I wasn’t a normal patient. I was sleeping in your bed, Camille. Who does that?”

“Definitely not a normal patient. Our bed, though. You know I consider it ours.”

“Not the point.” Sera closed her eyes. “The point is: I wasted something you made. Something expensive that you made. And I’m going to pay you back. I just… Feel awful being around you until then. So… While I work on this, while I work on paying you back, I just… Need a little bit of space.”

Camille took a moment, processing what was said. She nodded slowly, and looked back to Sera’s face—though, it’s not like she looked back at her.

“Alright. I’ll give you that space. I’m just glad you were actually able to tell me now…”

#fictober23 #lumine #my fanfics #fanfics #2023 #we dont really see camille emote much. not in terms of like. sadness or grief.#i think by the time we see her in the comic she's already well aware of how things are w sera and not quite comfortable w it but just #impatiently waiting the day that sera comes back/they have enough money across the two of them to not only reverse the weredog potion but #also remake the potion (and label it properly. lmao.)#but like... i feel like in those first few days she would have been like. it's okay. it's fine. she's fine right?#but a couple of weeks pass and she would be desperately confused and worried #i feel like she tries to bury those feelings down and once overwhelmed past a specific point #those feelings kind of puncture her cool nonchalant attitude #and that puncture ends up like an overfilled water balloon getting a needle to it #aka all of those feelings just kind of flow out in a brief moment and then settle on the ground in front of her #anyways this is based on nothing. this was just pure indulgence of a headcanon i have for her.

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the-gayest-sky-kid · 1 year

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bonus doodle of what i think lumine will look like once she's a bit older! (like pre graduation maybe dhjsjs)

#do not let the pretty face decieve you she is the strongest member of her family and she WILL knock you out #her personality is labeled as inquisitive so i think she'd be really interested in the countrys history and workings #after all her father was a traveler as well as representative of the farming association & lead councilman (twice in a row too!)#elnea kingdom #my art :d #as you can see though ive taken some aspects of original lumine hence the artistic liberties hfjdjs #i just wanted cool hair okay

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aishuune · 2 years

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pride month is ending so here are my hero hcs

merc - sapphic

aran - trans aro lesbian

phan - bi

lumi - gay

evan - trans pan

eunwol - nb ace

freud - gay

#maplestory #mercedes #aran #phantom #luminous #evan #eunwol #freud #i was actually gonna draw all of them holding their flags but drawing 7 people is A LOT #so this is just.. a list #i drew merc with the lesbian flag a while ago and i really do vibe with her being a lesbian but #i realized i like the merc/demon ship so it doesnt feel right for me to label her a lesbian and ship her with a guy at the same time #will i get canceled for saying this lol #i used to hc aran as aroace (projection) but i hit her with lesbian beam #eun used to be grayace/somewhere on the ace spectrum in general but i was like.....no youre gonna be Ace #him being nb was inspired by this one fanart and by my good friend ru <3 #i never really thot abt freud but honestly i cant see him with a woman so (slaps a gay sticker on him #and ive never changed my takes on phan lumi or evan theyve always been the same #thansk for coming to my tedtalk

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somnia-project · 1 year

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6 - Exhale

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter] Words: 2,819 Rated [EX] - Here is an explanation of my rating system. Pairing: ChiLumi Summary: I forgot how to write straight people. 🤡 This was originally supposed to be part of chapter 5 but, well... Partly I wanted to separate it so ppl not interested in the sex bits can skip it, I guess. Read on Ao3, Read on Wattpad, or continue to read here on Tumblr below. It's only been 3 months since the last chapter?! I don't know what to say for myself about this one. Read more starts at the beginning because we're getting right into it.

“Lumi,” he swallowed, “I really want to kiss you right now.” He could hear her breath hitching in her throat, followed by a small whimper as she parted her lips. “Please…can we…” Tartaglia’s words trailed off.

“Yes,” she whispered and moved forward, brushing her mouth against his. They stayed like that for a moment before he leaned in for an awkward kiss. He opened his mouth just a bit to slip in his tongue, the taste of salt sticking to him. A shaky sigh escaped her body before she kissed him back with wine and passion on her tongue.

Tartaglia could feel the blood rushing from his head as she became more unwound the longer she kissed him. It wouldn’t be long before he was about to lose control himself. Just making out with her was wracking his nerves more than he’d expected. Maybe he was still too intoxicated for this.

Lumine slid her hands from Tartaglia’s chest around to his sides, causing him to flinch. The chill of his damp shirt ran across his body as she moved her chest against his. He whimpered at the feeling of her breasts pressing against him through the fabric, so he pulled back and grabbed the hem of the shirt and began to lift it off of her.

“H-Hey!” she protested, grabbing his arms, but Tartaglia quickly shushed her.

“It’s only fair that I rinse the salt water off your body too, right?” he justified. It was also a chance for them to slow down for a moment. He would never admit as much out loud, but she didn’t need to now that; what if he ended up humiliating himself?

No. It was his boundless confidence that got him through the Fatui training and deadly missions in the past. He could handle a little bit of sex…

…probably.

Lumine relaxed her grip on him and sighed.

“Arms up.” He shook his own arms slightly to coax her. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms over her head and he peeled the cold, damp shirt from her pale skin, throwing it to the side. He wrapped his arm around her back and held her close, giving her skin a warm respite from the cold air.

“Now you’re going to be salty again,” Lumine pouted. Tartaglia traced his index finger down the bare skin of her back, causing her to shudder.

“Forget about salt water,” he said. “Only think about me.” He tilted her face upward and kissed her again, feeling bold since she had let him undress her.

“It’s cold in here,” Lumine said. Tartaglia slipped his arm under her legs and stood, lifting her in his arms and making his way past the door as she covered her chest. When they passed through the threshold she grabbed the door frame with her free hand, stopping him from moving any further. He looked down at her to see what was wrong.

“We haven’t finished bathing yet,” she protested.

Tartaglia chuckled and lowered his forehead to to hers.

“We’re about to get dirty anyway.”

Lumine let go of the door frame and he carried her toward the bed. As he was about to put her down she threw her arms around his neck and held tight.

“Wait!” she demanded. “We’ve still got wet clothes on!”

Tartaglia laughed, rubbing his hands between her shoulder blades.

“All right.” He let her down to her feet, where she quickly re-covered her chest and ran to one side of the bed.

“You go first,” she ordered as she turned her back to him. It was cute how she acted shy around him. That attitude was for him and him alone; nobody else got to see her like that. Only him.

He removed his underwear and climbed into the bed, covering his body up to his shoulders with the sheets and propping himself on his side. He watched as Lumine also removed the rest of her clothing. She quickly covered herself as much as she could with one hand, awkwardly squeezing her legs together as she hurried under the sheets as well.

The two of them stared at each other in silence, both knowing that without the sheets they were fully exposed to each other. Her face was flushed red and she looked at him with anticipation. It reminded him of that first night in Morepesok where they had shared a bed together. This time was different. They weren’t under his parents’ roof anymore. The way that they looked at each other now was far from chaste.

Tartaglia moved his hand between their faces, palm open, for Lumine to rest her own palm on top. It wasn’t just pinkies, all of their fingers were interlaced this time.

“Ajax,” she whined as she moved closer to him. He felt his face heat up at the sound of his own name; she had never called him that before, not even in his own house. It felt more intimate. It emphasized how he was naked before her, stripped of everything that others had intended for him and leaving him feeling as though he were someone entirely new in that moment, someone he wanted to be.

Everything else — titles, expectations, fears — they melted away as her lips overtook his own, as she bit and sucked on his lower lip. He let go of her hand to trace down her side, stopping to grab her hip and pull her closer. He bent his knee forward and she wrapped her leg around him, settling herself onto his thigh.

It seemed that she had anticipated this, losing all reservation as she began to have her way with him. How long had she felt so strongly about him, and why had she been trying so hard to hide it up until now? Perhaps those questions no longer mattered, not when she sucked on his collarbone and reached between his legs to grasp him in her hand.

It moved fast from there, and before he knew it he found himself on top of her, surrounded by sensations he’d never felt before. With a push and a mutual gasp, heavenly warmth spread through his entire body. It felt as though something was unfurling inside his chest that was so profound he was unsure of how to react to it. It urged him to keep going. He bent to reach her face and kiss her again.

And then Lumine whimpered, pressing her palms against his chest and knocking his hip with her knee. There was an odd sensation that brought their passion to a halt: she was so tense that Tartaglia could not move any further inside of her, nor could he pull out.

Nothing like this had happened in the novels he’d read, but they were just novels. Those kinds of books weren’t exactly a how-to guide on romance. He had to figure out what was happening before things got too awkward and ruined their entire night.

“Uhh, Lumine?”

“WHAT?!”

Too late. Her outburst made her tense up even more, gripping him to tightly that it was almost painful.

“Haah, Lumi, calm down,” he breathed and tried to compose himself. “I-I can’t move, so I need you to relax. Hey…” He propped himself on his elbows and lightly rubbed her temples, making little circles with his fingertips in soothing motions. She took a few deep breaths, and he could feel her start to loosen up beneath him.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Lumi,” he said. “Did I fuck this up?”

“No! Ah…”

She tensed up again, and he did his best to not overreact. If they both panicked it would all be over. This was not how Tartaglia wanted their first time making love to turn out. He wanted to make her feel good, love her physically, but it felt like her body was rejecting him outright. As much as he didn’t want to cut it short, he had to accept that maybe they just weren’t ready for it yet.

But if we can’t do it now when we’ve already come this far, will there ever be hope for us in the future?

Doubt lingered in his mind. He could have her. They were already in that position. Forcing his way into a night of passion and letting their relationship implode in a single grand conquest was an option. It was a poor option, but still presented itself nonetheless. He could pretend that he loved her and then run away back to Snezhnaya and wait for her to chase him down and cut out his tongue.

However, that wouldn’t the victory he was striving for. He was trying to gain her affection, not make her hate him even more. Hurting her and betraying the trust that she’d put in him to even get them there in the first place would only make him a coward in the end.

“We…we can stop,” he offered.

“I…” Lumine hesitated for while before she let out a long sigh. “I want…”

“Hm? What do you want?”

She didn’t answer, pressing her lips together and looking to the side to avoid his gaze, or maybe just to avoid the question. Tartaglia shifted his arms again to interlace their fingers again, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s take a minute to just breathe,” he said. “Is that all right?”

Lumine nodded.

He rested his forehead on the pillow beside her and listened to her take steady, controlled breaths. He wondered what was going on inside her head, if there was something that caused her to hesitate or if she couldn’t control it. He admitted to himself that he was afraid she didn’t want him around, that he was only in her way. The thought of her leaving scared him. Tartaglia… Ajax didn’t want to be alone anymore.

“Lumine…” He breathed across her neck, feeling her pulse through his lips as he planted gentle kisses on her skin. She ran her fingers through his hair, turning her head to expose her neck to him even more. They touched each other softly, wordlessly, and eventually she relaxed enough to where he could move again. When he pulled back, she suddenly gasped and grabbed his biceps.

“Ajax-!”

He froze his hips and lifted his head to look down at her, face red, eyes shining, with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

“I’m sorry! Does it hurt?”

“No,” Lumine shook her head, “please keep going.”

With those words she rolled her hips forward, thrusting him deeper into her core. Tartaglia choked out an airy moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of her warmth.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice cracking as he reached around to cradle the back of her head.

“I — haah — I want you, Ajax.”

Their lips met, shaking, hesitant at first. It wasn’t long before they found rhythm with each other, tongues and fingers intertwined while they rocked their bodies together like gentle waves. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or all of the new sensations he was experiencing, but everything began to spin.

Lumine hooked her leg around his hip and spun them both over, ending up in a position with her legs spread on either side of his hips. Sweat, salt, skin flushed and tight with goosebumps, she was fully exposed on top of him. Tartaglia let out a breath in awe in the short moment when he could see her full body. The moon shining in from the window highlighted the details of her skin; the tan lines from her gloves and dress, the creases where her stomach and breasts folded just so slightly, the dimples on her thighs where she pressed against him.

There was no more hesitation in her movements. As soon as Lumine had him where she wanted she started sliding up and down on his cock, hands gripping his sides and mouth reaching to kiss and suck on his chest. When she moved up Tartaglia could feel her pulling him with her, never fully separating, sending ripples of pleasure through his entire lower half. He ran his fingers through her hair, desperate for something to grab onto but never pulling, only gently gripping and letting go with repeated motions.

The way she used his body to please herself without a hint of shame…he thought to himself that maybe his battle for her affection was over before it had even started. She didn’t care about anything else, only how they came together in that room.

At that point both of them had completely lost themselves to pleasure. There was nothing left in that room but sweating and moaning and grunting, punctuated by a mewling sound Tartaglia didn’t even know he could make when Lumine used her teeth to tease one of his nipples.

“Fuck, you’re so good, babygirl,” he managed to whine. She only moaned in response and sped up her movements, drooling over his chest as her arms began to shake while she wrapped them around the back of his neck…

…and then, after a moment of silence where Tartaglia felt like he was in a vice from his head to his dick, Lumine cried out in relief. After the initial outburst she continued to pant over loud, drawn out moans as she heaved to the point where he feared that her lungs might give out.

He moved his hands to her thighs to steady her as she leaned back, her posture more relaxed now. The saliva that trailed down her chin glistened in the moonbeams that shined through the window, dripping down and mixing with the rest of the fluids between them. She gazed upward, not focused on anything in particular, simply taking deep breaths and swallowing audibly as she continued to pulsate around him.

As much as he enjoyed seeing her like that, he wanted her to acknowledge him. He tensed, throbbing inside of her as he gripped her thighs in his hands, the sensations making her jolt with a little yelp.

“Hey girlie,” he purred, “look at me.”

She did. Lumine looked down at him with those big, golden eyes as if she’d forgotten where they were and what they were doing. She then reached down with both hands to meet his and stroked his fingers before coaxing him to intertwine them with her own again. The two of them connected felt perfect to him. The way she smiled, the subtle movement of her rocking her hips against him again…

…Tartaglia never wanted that night to end.

“You can move,” Lumine told him as she picked up her pace again. “I want to see what kind of face you make when you cum.”

“Be sure to keep your eyes on me then,” he retorted as he gave her a light thrust. He started out safe, unsure of how much power he should put behind it. It was going so smoothly, he didn’t want to ruin it.

Lumine chuckled, “You can go harder than that.”

He thrust again, this time coaxing a little moan out from between her lips.

“Harder.”

Again.

“Harder.”

Eventually he managed to put enough force into fucking her to quench her thirst, replacing her demands with sounds of pure pleasure. Her hands followed his own back down to her thighs, and Tartaglia could see everything once more. Her skin glistened with sweat, her breasts bounced in time with her body, and flame began to mix with gold between her legs. Unlike earlier, he could slide through her so easily now, and she moved her hips in time with his, letting him know how good she felt when she cried out.

“Yes, yes! Oooh, Ajax, I think I’m-!”

“Keep your eyes — haah — open,” he reminded her between moans. He felt the tension in his abdomen reaching its peak. “You — ah — wanted to see my face, remember? I’m almost there, Lumi.”

“Please!” she begged, pushing her knees in around his waist. “If you do then I’ll-! I’m going to-! Aja~x!”

The way that Lumine whined his name sent him over the edge. A guttural moan escaped his throat as all of the tension in his body suddenly released at once inside of her, making her gasp. He felt his eyes roll back, his face hot and his throat becoming dry as she kept riding him through his orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it!” he could hear her say through her panting. She tensed, shook, then let out a cry even more visceral than the last as she clenched around him so hard he thought she might never let go. Then, she collapsed on top of him, exhausted.

When he came to his senses he moved his hands to her head, petting and stroking her hair. Lumine scooted up his chest, and both of them were still heaving for breaths as they crashed their lips together anyway in passionate fury.

He smiled against her, reveling in his victory.

#fanfiction #genshin impact #chilumi #childe tartaglia #lumine #community label cuz honestly i'm a coward

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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!!!MODERN YANDERE IDOL!GENSHIN/READER MATCH-UP EVENT!!! (Masterlist)

"Oh no... another poor unfortunate soul."

Slots available: "CLOSED. 22 ANONS HAVE SUBMITTED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, I'M GLAD WE HAD THIS INTERVIEW" - Exec. Producer Alice

"It was supposed to be 20 but I forgot to close it." - Producer Lumine

"And who's fault is that, exactly?" - CEO Alhaitham

"... I know..." - Producer Lumine

LIST OF ANONS THAT GOT IN

THANK YOU POSTERS

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SENDER: (Executive Producer) Alice ||

WELCOME TO TEYVAT PRODUCTIONS.

PLEASE READ THE GUIDELINES BEFORE ACKNOWLEDGING THE LIST OF IDOL GROUPS YOU MIGHT GET ASSIGNED TO.

HERE IS THE LIST:

ADDICKTZ

ADDICKTZ, formerly known as DCKZ, is an idol group formed in 20XX. They are incredibly well-known in the industry and their singles frequently top the charts. All the members previously worked as fashion models and half of the members (Dainsleif, Arataki Itto, Kaeya Alberich, and Childe) took movie and theatre roles. They are currently the number #1 unit in terms of presenting satisfactory fanservice.

Ayato || Diluc || Dainsleif || Itto || Childe || Kaeya || Thoma || Zhongli

["For your sake, I advise you to start praying for the God you believe in so that you won't end up producing ADDICKTZ. Unlike me, they might just listen to you. Why won't they listen to me? Hmm. Well, that's because I've never been a devotee. Still, be wary." - Dainsleif]

5WIRL

5WIRL, formally known as 4NEMO before Shikanoin Heizou's debut, is an idol group formed in 20XX. They often experiment with multiple genres of music and present multicultural aesthetics. The group consistently adds their thematic light green and wind motifs in their albums, poetry, and other media. 5WIRL's lyrics have often discussed mental health, stages of grief, nature, and other self-reflections.

Venti || Xiao || Kazuha || Heizou

Note: Aether is under Producer Lumine's management.

["Ohohoho, a lost guest! It's always nice to see a new face around here! Can I get you something to drink? I promise you can trust me!... Geez, what's with that look? I don't spike drinks. Is that sooo hard to believe?" - Venti]

Kreideprinz

Dr. Albedo operates a solo unit more professionally known as "Kreideprinz." He debuted in 20XX before his major label debut album "The Chalk Prince and the Dragon" in 20XX under his previous producer "Alice". His unit work focuses on commercials, modeling for magazines, and talk shows. The unit rarely goes on tours since Dr. Albedo prioritizes his scientific research more than idol work.

Dr. Albedo || (Student) Gorou

["You must have a strong body and you must also stay on top of your game in this industry. Although, if you do get assigned to Kreideprinz, leave the heavy lifting to us!... Or me. Just. Only rely on me. Y-You don't have to keep your eyes on him 24/7." - Gorou]

I HEREBY AGREE TO THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS OUTLINED IN THIS AGREEMENT AND SUCH IS DEMONSTRATED THROUGHOUT BY MY SIGNATURE BELOW

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SIGNATURE OVER PRINTED NAME

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"So, which unit will Mx. (Y/n) end up working with? Ooh, Paimon can't wait!"

"I don't know kid, but something tells me that something bad is going to happen..."

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"Pwah! It's fiiine! They may be a total newbie, but Paimon thinks they can handle it!... Right?"

PERSONS OF INTEREST (SECRET MATCH-UPS)

Teyvat Productions' logo's made by ESTHER anon!!!

CEO Alhaitham

Manga Shop Owner Cyno

Music Composer Tighnari

Creative Director Zandik (ADDICKTZ)

Creative Director Baizhu (5wirl)

Stylist & Model Scaramouche (Affiliated w/ 5wirl)

Trainee Kaveh

Pantalone

"Interesting... So these are the people that didn't become producers, huh? But why do you keep a record of them, miss Alice?"

"Isn't it obvious Lumine? It's because they're interesting, duh~"

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EXTRAS:

ADDICKTZ video shtpost: "Tonight on the real ADDICKTZ at TeyvatPro"

[READ AFTER KAEYA'S FIC] Dottore's always watching.

[GENERAL SPOILERS] Incorrect Quotes, P2, P3

TIGHNARI'S TAPES (voice lines):

[AFTER KAEYA'S FIC] Qiqi and Xingqiu during Childe's recording

[BEFORE AYATO'S FIC] Beidou and Sucrose in front of Albedo's room

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auteurdelabre · 6 months

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SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR (series) Joelxf!reader Part 1

Word Count: 5.3K

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions) Tommy x Maria, Bill x Frank

Warnings: This is saccharine slice of life with smut and a Soft!Joel. You have been warned. There is swearing, there is smut, but when it gets to those chapters you will have plenty of warning. (That is if there is interest in my story!)

A/N: This is part of a sweeter series (lots of angst, pining and smut ahead) Also despite Sarah's young age Joel is early 40's in this because slightly grey babygirl DILF Joel is the best Joel.

"Please don't make me do this."

You shoot Maria a dark look as she drags you to her wardrobe, ignoring your plea.

"C'mon, it'll be fun! Plus I need your help picking out what to wear."

She opens the gleaming wood doors with a flourish and indicates with her head for you to look. You give her a once over with her luminous dark skin, hair in tight braids and roll your eyes.

Like it matters what she wears.

Maria is stunning. Arresting. Whatever other adjectives you need to describe someone who is not only beautiful but kind, brave, opinionated, strong... and occasionally manipulative.

How else can you explain why an hour later you're seated in her car on the way to the cheapest Italian restaurant in town for a double date?

"Tommy is so cute," Maria giggles, actually giggles. "I bet his brother is too."

"Mhmmm." You stare out the window with a frown, watching the rainstorm outside. The dress you're wearing feels itchy and you wish you were back at home with a book.

But you've agreed to this: a blind date with Tommy's brother.

You haven't been on a date since Paul. Paul with the light eyes and delicate fingers. Paul who promised to love you forever and then taken off to Manhattan, leaving you with rent you couldn't cover by yourself and a heartbreak so devastating it took Maria living with you for a full two weeks to get back to the land of the living.

Six months later her basement suite is where you currently call home, a place you often find yourself laying in bed at night wondering what the fuck had happened to your life plans. Maria had always been your most successful friend, running her own business, owning this huge house all on her own. She plans on flipping it once the renovations are done.

And when she'd known you couldn't pay your rent alone she hadn't even asked you how she could help. You'd woken up from a long depression nap amidst the breakup one morning to find your belongings packed and labeled and Maria telling you that you were moving in with her.

Moving into her basement wasn't exactly how you'd imagined your life at this age. But then again you didn't expect to be single and working at your same low paying job then either. She won't accept rent money either.

She's a fucking saint.

So of course you had to say yes to this favor. Of course you had to pull on your uncomfortable dress and look your best because she’s your closest friend and because she never asks you for anything.

Maria and Tommy met during renovations at Maria's place. She told you it was an instant connection, a jolt that went through her the minute he'd come through the door to give an estimate. Tommy and Maria's relationship is new, only a few weeks. But you've never seen your friend like this, all bright and cheery and giggly. She's normally more subdued, more of a quiet observer.

Love does strange things to people you suppose.

You know it did to you not so long ago. But yours didn't have the happy ending you're sure your friends’ will.

The truth is despite your own heartbreak you are delighted for Maria. Genuine joy flows from you when she tells you about Tommy and his dark eyes and his sweet shy way of talking.

Maria backs the car into the spot, humming nervously under her breath. You scan the large windows of the restaurant hoping to catch a glimpse of Tommy. You've seen a few photos on Val's phone, but those can be deceiving.

You cell rings shrilly in your purse and you retrieve it just as Maria puts the car into park.

"Hey, just gimme a sec, I'm just getting dinner with Maria," you say as you answer the phone, glancing over at your friend. "Sorry it's my mom calling. I just need a minute if that's okay?"

"Of course," Maria says nodding solemnly. I'll meet you inside."

She hands you the car keys before running a nervous hand through her braids and heading for the restaurant. You watch her leave, holding in a smirk at her obvious nerves.

"Hi bug," your mom's throaty voice sounds out through the earpiece when you put it back to your ear. "Thought you'd want an update."

"I did yeah, thanks for calling. Did they say anything?"

Anything your mother was going to say is immediately washed out by the most obnoxious sound of "Back in Black" playing at high volume.

"The fuck - "

Your eyes go to the silver and blue truck that's pulled up next to yours in the crowded parking lot.

A man with a short beard and tousled brown locks sits behind the wheel putting the vehicle into park. The music is still blasting though, and it's no wonder you can hear him; his window is half down.

Your mom is still saying something but you can't hear her. You try plugging the ear facing the driver and pressing the phone more harshly against your temple but it's no good.

Irritation is going like lightning through your body at the actions of the asshole next to you. Another quick glance tells you he's just sitting there, his one arm slung over the wheel as he stares into space.

"Mom just a sec," you interrupt before rolling down your window and calling out to him.

"Hey!"

The man in the truck doesn't turn his head in your direction until you call out another sharp 'hey'. As he glances at you his brows lift in question.

"Turn down the fucking music! This isn't a concert."

Thinking back, you could have gone about that in a much kinder way.

You could have politely explained you were on an important call. You could have asked him nicely to turn it down. But you're so anxious about the importance of this phone call, that your manners leave you.

The man is looking at you as if he can't believe your vitriol. His dark eyes are soulful as he stares at you, unblinking. The music is still pumping in his truck, perfectly matching the tempo of your rapidly rising pulse.

"Are you deaf or just an asshole?" you shout, your hand still holding the phone to your chest, praying your mom can't hear you verbally lambasting the man next to you.

The man looks like he wants to say something back at you. A tic in his jaw flexing. He parts his mouth before clamping it shut and glaring openly at you. He jerks the key out of the ignition, the music immediately silencing.

"... in the hospital," your mother is saying.

Immediately your attention is back on her and what she's saying. You only notice the man has exited the truck when you hear the slam of its door and the heavy sound of his footsteps diminishing towards the restaurant. You're too fixated on what your mom is saying, or rather, isn't saying.

"Do they know if . . . " you trail off, not sure if you want to know the answer.

"Not yet."

The two of you lapse into a gentle silence that your mother is first to break. "Did you say you were having dinner with Maria?"

"Uh yeah," you say, still processing the information. "Blind date kinda thing."

"Good for you," she says warmly. "Go on then, bug. I don't want to keep you. Give her my love."

"I don't really want to go inside,” you admit. “Rather just stay in the car all night.”

"Enough of that," your mother chides gently. "I didn't raise a coward. Now go on. We'll chat later, I love you."

You respond similarly and place the phone back into your purse. You take a few steadying breaths, glancing at yourself in her rear view mirror and then pulling yourself from the car.

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The restaurant is dimly lit with gentle cliché Italian music playing in the background. You and Maria have been coming here since college; it's a familiar haunt so it's no wonder that she set the date here. It's some of the worst Italian food in town but also the cheapest.

You come to the table to see just the two of them sitting across from one another and you feel your heart leap and sinks all at once. Did the brother not show up? Are you off the hook?

Or worse, did he see you and leave?

Maria smiles at you, her hand still in Tommy's. She nods her head at the chair beside her. "Come sit."

You do, looking nervously over at Tommy and introducing yourself. Tommy reminds you so much of a puppy dog in the best possible way; all smiles and eager energy as he greets you. He's lithe with broad shoulders he covers in a jean jacket over a white t-shirt. His face is clean shaven and his dark hair fans into his equally dark eyes. He's sweet looking, boyish and nervous.

"My brother's just making a phone call," he explains when he notices you glance at the empty seat beside him. "He'll be right back."

Relief mingled with trepidation goes through you. The waitress comes over with everyone's drinks, leaving a beer in the empty space on the table for Tommy's brother and a berry-colored glass of something in front of you.

"I got you the sangria," Maria shrugs.

"Sounds good, thanks."

You take a sip, feeling nervous as the flavor coats your tongue. The restaurant is busy tonight, not really a shock for a Friday night. You glance around, your eyes darting to Maria and Tommy before you adopt an authoritative tone.

"So Tommy, what are your intentions with Maria?"

Tommy's eyes blow wide in surprise, blinking and stammering.

“I, I uh –“

"You're so mean," Maria says as you both burst into giggles. "You're fine, honey. She's joking."

At Tommy's stricken expression, Maria pats his hand affectionately. Relief instantly floods his face.

"Couldn't resist," you say, shooting a glance at a still recovering Tommy. "If it helps, she's crazy about you,"

Tommy's face breaks into a wide grin that he shoots at Maria. "Is that so?"

Maria looks flustered, opening up her menu and pretending she doesn't hear him.

"Let's order I'm starved."

You nod, looking down at your menu with a smile. You know that tonight is going to be awkward, as any blind date with another couple would be. But you like seeing Maria smiling, you like hearing her laugh as Tommy murmurs something to her about the garlic bread. Maria has been through a lot, she deserves this. You resolve to do whatever you can to make this night go well.

"Ah, there he is," Tommy says shooting a smile at someone behind you. "This is my brother, Joel."

You look up from the menu at the figure who slides into the chair opposite you. You're ready to be as charming as needed to get through this dinner but the smile immediately dies on your face.

It's the man from the truck.

He's broad shouldered, wearing a dark green button down rolled at the sleeves. It's tight across the arms, emphasizing the width of his chest. He and his brother don't look much alike to you aside from the coloring. Joel's face is pleasant if not serious-looking with big, sad eyes. He's attractive enough, a bit older than you and seems rugged with his beard and tousled locks, threaded with bits of grey.

He seems to be doing the same mental gymnastics because he goes from looking confused to angry within a microsecond of seeing you.

So much for a pleasant evening.

Normally you would have wanted to know more about him than the vague description you'd received from Maria on the ride over, but right now you want the earth to swallow you whole. You just screamed at this guy, called him an asshole in the parking lot less than ten minutes ago. Now you have to sit here and pretend to be polite.

His eyes move swiftly to Maria who looks at him nervously.

“The infamous girlfriend,” Joel says with a small smile. “Pleased to meet you.”

“The even more infamous brother,” Maria says warmly shaking his proffered hand.

“That’d be me,” Joel says with a soft chuckle. You wonder if perhaps you overestimated how rude you’d been. Joel seems perfectly nice right now, smiling at Maria and Tommy and apologizing for taking so long on the phone. Maria introduces you to him in a tone that sounds almost proud.

The smile that Joel has been wearing immediately slides from his face and you clear your throat nervously, forcing a smile onto your face.

"Uh, hi. Nice to meet you."

He gives you a sharp nod by way of reply.He doesn't look at you for long. More a cursory glance at your face before he picks up his beer and takes a swig before turning to ask Tommy something about the job site.

Great.

You crane your neck, leaning back in your chair hoping to see your waitress in the rapidly filling restaurant. You want this evening to speed up and be over. Maybe you can order an appetizer and dash out. But you can see your waitress deep in conversation with another table of eight and know you'll be waiting a bit. You hold in a sigh as you look back at Joel Miller.

He's started peeling the label from his beer in tiny scratches. It's obvious to you that he's just as disappointed as you are that you're his date for the evening. Even if you two hadn't experienced the altercation outside you doubt he would have been your type: too serious, too hard.

Paul had been the opposite: open and funny and immediately putting you at ease.

Stop thinking about him.

You take another sip of your drink, deciding that while Joel is a shit blind date he's actually perfect for practicing on for any future dates. Ones that you may have with men who are a helluva lot more pleasant than he is.

Maria and Tommy are looking at their menus, obviously trying not to watch the two of you interact. But you can see Maria's eyes darting to you out the corner. You know that she’s silently willing you to make an effort with Joel.

"So Maria says you guys work for a construction company?" You look from Joel to Tommy.

"We own a construction company," Joel corrects, his dark eyes still glued to the label of the beer bottle he's picking at with a short fingernail.

Off to a great start.

Tommy joins in, noting his brothers' reluctance to keep the conversation going.

"Joel takes care of the carpentry and the invoicing. I'm more drywall and marketing," Tommy smiles wide and friendly at you. "We have a few other guys on the team that do the rest."

You already like Tommy. He's sweet and soft and judging by the way he's still holding Maria's hand across the table, he's very interested in her.

"Must be nice to be your own bosses," you offer, hoping that if you're complimentary that Joel won't tell them about your incident outside.

"Way better than the old subcontractor we had to work for before." Tommy takes a sip of beer, shaking his head. "That guy was such a dick."

Joel flashes Tommy a nod of agreement before looking distracted. You wonder if it's you doing it to him or the phone call he took right before this. When it's clear Joel won't be asking you anything, Tommy speaks up.

"And what do you do again?"

"I work at a humane society here in Austin," you say between sips of your drink. "The job doesn't pay great but I love animals."

You trail off noting that Tommy looks frustrated with himself. "Shit, that's right. Maria said that."

"Don't beat yourself up," you laugh. "It's not exactly the most memorable job on the planet."

Joel makes a little scoffing noise of agreement. As if his job is so much more enthralling.

You hold in a biting comment as the waitress approaches your table and this time you see her name tag reads Felicia. She's a pretty girl with bright red hair who clearly has interest in the man across from you.

"Bruschetta for the table?" Tommy asks with a glance in everyone's direction. You all nod because who would say no to bruschetta?

Felicia's eyes linger on Joel even as she takes everyone else's orders for dinner.

Good. She can go home with him for all you care. If anything she'd be doing you a favor.

The silence is back when she's gone and you can't miss the strained look passing between Maria and Tommy. You don't blame them; this entire experience feels tense and uncomfortable. Maria is subtly nudging you in the ankle with her boot, flicking her eyes from you to Joel and back again. The meaning is clear: make an effort.

Only for Maria would you suffer through this dinner. Only for Maria would you try to engage the stone-faced man across from you. You take a deep breath before forcing a smile in Joel's direction

"So, Joel, what do you do for fun?"

Joel looks as if he's getting the same amount of non-verbal grief from his brother because he straightens a bit, looking at you from under thick lashes.

"I hunt."

You cringe. Not even inwardly, you full-out wince at that. Hunting has always been one of those things you've never seen the point to in modern society. Sure, when food had to be hunted or families starved it made sense. But nowadays? It seemed barbaric.

And knowing what you do for a job, you're shocked at the lack of tact. Hobbies were a dime a dozen and that's the one he brings up?

Asshole.

He seems to notice your recalcitrance because that same cool appraisal is back on his face.

"And what do you enjoy?"

You don't miss the sarcasm in his tone betraying that he really doesn't give a fuck, but decide to answer him sincerely regardless.

"I read. I hike, I paint, I watch zombie movies."

Joel winces at that. "Can't stand 'em."

What a shock. Something else you don't have in common.

You almost feel like this entire date was devised just to make Tommy and Maria feel less guilty about being so in love and your feel a stab of resentment. Tommy seems to notice the tension building because he jumps in a little too eagerly.

"Joel plays guitar. He's really good."

"And you sing," Maria adds, nudging you again before looking at Joel and Tommy. "Her voice is so beautiful."

Both you and Joel answer almost simultaneously. "Not anymore."

Your eyes flick to one another in surprise before the meals are brought to the table by the far too peppy Felicia.

"Careful," she tells Joel with a purr. "Your plate is very hot."

"Thanks," Joel says flashing her a quick smile. You note the dimple in his right cheek when he does.

"What kind of animals come through your job?" Tommy asks, spearing a piece of chicken.

"The usual, cats, dogs, small animals like hamsters, ferrets," you list these off with ease. "With some of the other sites in we house sheep and horses."

"That would've been our dream job as kids, huh Joel?" Tommy says with a faraway smile. "Being surrounded by animals, helping 'em."

Joel gives an agreeing grunt by way of a reply, chewing his dinner with a frown. It's so obvious that he would rather be anywhere but here.

"It's not all dreamy," you answer, pretending Joel isn't even there. "I work at the main office so I barely get to see the animals. Most of the time I'm grant writing because we're so underfunded."

You frown, thinking about the difficulty of going into work knowing that you can't save every poor animal that crosses your path.

"Plus after the flooding last month the office is trashed, but there was this grant for office restoration." You talk excitedly, knowing exactly what you'll do with the money.

"Guaranteed that even if she gets the grant for the office reno's she'll put it all to the kennels they need," Maria says to Tommy but she's looking at you fondly. "That's why I love her."

You feel shy under the twin gazes of Tommy and Maria and you want to turn to Joel and scream: "See! I'm not as horrible at you thought! I'm not just a bitch who screams at people in parking lots!" but you have I'm feeling even if you did that he wouldn't believe you enough to care.

"Well, when you do get the grant, I know a great contractor," Maria says with a wink in Tommy's direction. Tommy blushes slightly in response, offering a quick nod.

"I'll definitely keep you in mind," you say to Tommy, stabbing your pasta with your fork. "Everything is so expensive to build; maybe you'll give me the 'Maria's best friend' discount."

Tommy and Maria laugh but Joel remains stone-faced.

"What about you guys?" You address them both but its Tommy you look at. "I don't know much about what you do aside from restorations like Maria's place."

"We have a few bids in this month," Tommy says through a mouthful of his chicken. "Really hoping for this one build at a military site, but the lead on it is kind of a nightmare. We worked with her once before. Needs to have constant meetings about every little thing right, Joel?"

Tommy looks over at his older brother.

"It's a good gig," Joel nods, sliding a piece of bread through the marinara sauce on his plate. "Kathleen's usually a dog with a bone, but pretty harmless overall."

He goes back to his meal, eating quickly. Tommy looks dumbfounded by his brothers behaviour.

Fuck this guy.

Yeah, you were rude to him in the parking lot. But that was just between the two of you. Now he's making it horrible for an entire table of people who are just trying their best to have a pleasant evening.

There's a faint buzzing and you watch Joel fumble for his phone, an old blackberry. He reads whose calling and excuses himself. You all watch as he leaves, heading for the exit.

"You sure he's not a drug dealer on the side?" You joke. "Last time I saw a guy react like that to a phone call he was selling weed outta his mom's basement."

Maria shoots you a grin.

"It's Sarah," Tommy replies with a glance after his brother. "It's the first time Joel's left her with a sitter that's not me."

Sarah? A sitter? Wait, Joel has a kid? That miserable jerk found someone to willingly procreate with? You don't remember that part of the information Maria gave you in the car.

"He's pretty protective of her," Tommy continues. "He's worried she may be a lot of work with new people."

With Joel as her father, you're hardly shocked. You imagine a little girl with serious dark eyes and a bad attitude.

"Has he been divorced a long time?" Maria asks, and you realize she knows very little about Joel as well.

"Almost four years, but apart longer."

You nod and the three of you eat quietly, listening to the sound of bland Italian elevator music in the background. Joel reappears a short time later, sliding into his seat as Tommy looks over.

"Sarah okay?"

"She's fine," Joel nods, his voice low and rumbling. "She just couldn't find toad."

"She has a toad?"

Joel's eyes slope over to you in irritation. "It's a stuffed animal."

"Oh."

"The sitter's a moron," Joel says to Tommy with a dark look. "Got her all hopped up on sugar."

"Connie isn't a moron, Joel," Tommy defends. "She takes care of her own mother practically full time."

You and Maria exchange a look as the brothers disagree.

"I shouldn't have left her alone with them." Joel is getting more agitated by the second; he's not even hearing what his brother is saying. "They have that old dog of theirs."

"She's fine, Joel."

"I shouldn't have come," Joel mutters as he pulls some cash from his wallet and drops it on the table beside Tommy's plate. "This was such a bad idea. Such a waste of time. I gotta go."

You say nothing, but the blood is rising in your cheeks as you stare down at your plate. You want to believe that Joel is leaving solely because of his kid, but a large part of you knows she's just a convenient excuse to cut the evening short.

"I'll see you later" Joel grumbles to Tommy before he's left the table without a backwards glance or a goodbye to you.

As he strides off you want to laugh. This entire evening has been a joke from start to finish. Tommy is shooting Maria a sheepish look of silent apology. Obviously the evening hasn't gone how anyone anticipated it would.

"I'm so sorry," Maria starts but you cut her off.

"It's fine, just exhausted from work. Mind if I just take off?"

"Of course," Maria looks inconsolable. "Just take the car, Tommy will drop me off later."

You nod, holding out a twenty to her that she won't accept. You pocket it after a brief goodbye to Tommy you head to the entrance of the restaurant. You only exit when you're sure that Joel's truck is gone from the parking lot.

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You pull up to the house, thankful the rain has stopped. Maria's place is on a quiet, suburban street with identical lawns and mailboxes. She doesn't do much with the exterior of the home, but it's a nice navy blue color with bright white shutters. It feels especially welcoming after your horrible dinner.

You can't stop thinking about Joel. His miserable face and the way he practically ran out of the restaurant. You kick a rock angrily on your way up the sidewalk as you move towards the house.

"You look like Bill after Bush got elected."

Your eyes dart up to house next to Maria's. The neighbor Frank is standing there on the front porch holding a cigarette elegantly between his fingers

His home is a similar in shape and color to Maria's, but that's where it ends. Where Maria's house is plain, this house is immaculately kept with bright flowers under the windows. The door is a lacquered black and a simple green wreath hangs in its upper center. It feels sophisticated and welcoming all at once.

Frank gives you another sharp look, a smirk quirking his lips.

The first day you'd arrived at Maria's, your eyes puffy and dressed in three-day-old sweats, he'd sent over a basket of goodies with a note that simply said: straight men ain't shit, your neighbors Frank and Bill. You'd liked him straightaway ever since. He's funny and charming and never seems to be in a bad mood.

Maria has nothing but good things to say about him. Best neighbor she's ever had, according to her. You often find them on either side of the fence that separates their lawns, gossiping about things in the neighborhood. Frank always seems happy, always seems upbeat.

But right now you don't feel like being happy. You want to climb into bed and be sad.

"Just a bad night," you frown, pulling your purse further up your shoulder and moving towards your place.

"Where I come from, bad days usually call for a drink."

You've never been a drinker. You occasionally have beer with fish and chips in the summer. Hot chocolate with a splash of rum at Christmas. Sangria at dinner with a bad blind date. But you've been to Frank's before and you know that whatever they have will taste amazing.

Frank's eyes are playful as he watches you pause. You shuffle back in his direction, a wry smile on your face before you glance at his door nervously.

"Is Bill around?"

Dumb question. Bill is always around. Always frowning, always building something and muttering about elaborate anti-government theories you don't always follow but smile politely at. Bill makes you nervous, but then again, he makes everyone nervous.

"Basement," Frank smiles beckoning you with a wave forward. "If he comes upstairs I'll handle him."

You don't need much more invitation than that. You bound up the stairs to his place, placing your bag at the entryway and following him into the kitchen.

While the outside of Frank and Bill's place is beautiful, the inside is breathtaking. The color of the walls is a soft green, the wood stair railing boasts intricate details of florals and the piece de resistance is the gleaming black baby grand piano that sits in the living room.

You think about pressing one of the ivory keys as you walk by but stop yourself. Everything in this home is so beautiful, so wonderfully cared for that the thought of moving any if it, even a fraction seems cruel.

"Does Bill ever play for anyone?"

"He does." Frank is in the kitchen bringing two large wineglasses down from the shelf.

You roll your eyes. "You don't count."

"Rude," Frank says with an arched brow, but there's no power behind it. "If I get him liquored up enough he might be persuaded to play for an audience of more than just me."

You watch him pour the crimson liquid into the dual glasses before handing it to you. You follow him to the sitting room by the piano, your eyes glancing longingly at it.

"It's a Beaujolais," Frank says sitting across from you as he swirls his glass with the finesse of a professional sommelier. "Very fruitful with a few smoky notes."

You twist the delicate stem between your fingertips and peer into the glass. "Looks . . . Red."

Frank laughs at your unrefined palette. He and Bill and wine connoisseurs, their home stocked with all manner of wine and other spirits.

"You look especially dressed up," Frank offers warmly at the wine slips over your tastebuds. "Hot date?"

"If my date tonight is any indication of what's out there, I think I might just stay single forever."

"Was he really that bad?" Frank's handsome face is concerned.

"He's a grey sprinkle on a rainbow cupcake."

Frank laughs loudly, his head tossed back. You smile around your wine glass, secretly pleased you could elicit such a response.

"Was he cute at least?"

"No," you answer a bit too quickly.

Frank looks about to reply when the door to the basement is shoved open with a bang.

A stout man with shoulder length brown hair and a scraggly beard looks around the room wildly blinking, as if his large blue eyes are adjusting to the lights.

He's wearing an old grey sweatshirt, threadbare with holes in the collar. He's such a stark contrast to his husband whose facial hair is meticulously groomed, his patterned orange shirt pressed and smelling like expensive cologne. If you got close enough to Bill you know he'd smell like sweat and oil from whatever he's been working on downstairs.

Bill approaches you both, his eyes sliding to your figure at the table and frowning, the crease between his brows deepening. You raise your hand in a small wave.

"Evening, Bill."

"What are you doing here?" His eyes drift to your wineglass. "And is that my wine?"

"Manners," Frank warns with a teasing lilt. "And last time I checked, Bill, it was our wine."

"Yours and mine. Not hers," Bill grumbles as he lumbers over to the kitchen to pour himself a glass.

You assume he'll head back downstairs but he shuffles to the table and plops down next to Frank, the chair squeaking under him. Sitting next to each other they seem like such an odd pair, and yet when Frank absently moves hair behind Bill’s ear and they look at one another smiling softly, you think there has never been a couple better matched.

"Our girl here finally went out on a date," Frank says like a proud father.

"A blind date," you explain with a wince. "And a bad one. Almost makes me remember Paul fondly."

At least Paul had never insulted and then walked out on you in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

"Paul," Bill scoffs into his glass, shaking his head. "Idiot man-child."

You smile at this, appreciating Bills acerbic tone when it's directed at a common enemy. You take this moment of unexpected civility and indicate to the piano with your wineglass.

"Hey Bill do you think you'd ever play for me?"

Bill turns his hardened gaze on you.

"Not a fucking chance."

#fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller #fanfiction #dad joel miller #smut #pedro pascal

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veinsfullofstars · 2 months

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🪞 Fallen angel... who do you see staring back from the Mirror? 🪞

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight and my personal interpretation of his Mirror World counterpart. GK hovers above facing slightly to our left, his feathery wings spread wide, shaded in lilac and tipped with gilded wing talons, a swallow-like tail visible. He holds his shield forward in his left hand (our right) and his lance to the side in his right (our left), a single magenta eye leering at the viewer through the visor of his mask. A halo of heart spears floats and shines angelically behind his horns. Below him, M!GK hovers in the same pose but flipped horizontally and without the halo. Visually, M!GK has mostly the same features as GK, with his color palette being darker and less saturated (dusty purple body, dark gray armor, gray mask, maroon lance, rose-gold horns and weapons accents). His eyes are not visible in the shadow of his mask, but there are signs of erosion running down the metal surface in rusty orange lines, almost like tear tracks. Instead of feathery wings, M!GK has wings composed of jagged shards of pink crystal, glittering and lit from within by a luminous glow. A few pale feathers can still be seen peeking out from his back. END ID.)

Hey, so... what if... I went a little insane for a minute? What if I just... concepted a character... for the sequel... to an AU... I've told no one about... and haven't even finished writing yet? What if I then... pulled the salt shaker labeled "ANGST" out of the pantry and just... unscrewed the cap all over this poor lad? Oh, and Galacta Knight's here, too, I guess.

Sketch started 02/21/24, render started 03/01/24, finished 03/06/24.

#veins art #veins ocs #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #galacta knight #original character #oc #kirby oc #my ocs #mirror galacta knight #<- (note that I don't claim to own the concept of M!GK itself - just this specific interpretation of him)#AU #kintsugi au #<- ('cause apparently I needed to lose my mind in yet ANOTHER au rather than finish any of the others)#I'm having Ideas(TM)#me concepting: “hmm...how could I possibly hurt him more?”#“oh easy. by taking away his wings and putting his own crystal prison in their place! :D”#me realizing I have to actually draw said wings: *suffering*#I mean I guess they came out alright in the end but *frustrated artist noises*#regular GK still gets to be the Bastard of All Time tho - at least in this version #he also can be a li'l extra and have some gold wing claws as a treat :3 #how many eons do you think it takes to cry through your own mask?#*pounds fists on table* Rose! Gold! Horns! ROSE! GOLD! HORNS!#buh okay I need to stop looking at this thing for a minute - I'm gonna conk out now see ya'll tomorrow honk shoo mimimi #swallow tailed galacta knight #<- (inspired by @starflungwaddledee)#angst tw #veinsfullofstars

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parkerslatte · 1 year

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Songbird

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sexual assault, drugs, alcohol, sexual content.

Summary: Up and coming singer, Y/N L/N is mostly known across the Sunset Strip for her deep and sultry voice. Despite this, she isn't signed to any label. It was her one dream to perform for people all over the world. Stuck working at a record store and living with two girls who don't even know her name, Y/N continues to perform gigs in McNasties, hoping to catch the attention of a producer.

While performing at McNasties, Y/N meets up and coming band, The Dunne Brothers. Just from listening to a few of their songs alone, Y/N knew they would be big in the future. How big she definitely underestimated.

Moving in with the band only a week after meeting them, she binds with them all and they all become fast friends - all bonding over the experience of trying to become successful.

Y/N was there for the tours, the performances and the arguments and now she's telling her part in the story.

Started: 3rd April 2023

Finished: 15th May 2023

Total Word Count: 60,747

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Contents:

Track One; Oh No!

Track Two; Here We Go Again

Track Three; Exactly What I Want

Track Four; Dance Past Midnight

Track Five; Days Go By

Track Six; Sleeping With a Friend

Track Seven; Killer Queen

Track Eight; This is Trouble

Track Nine; Baby Said

Track Ten; Bubblegum Bitch

Track Eleven; Don’t Act Like You Don’t Know

Track Twelve; Maneater

Track Thirteen; Kill You With A Wink Of Her Eye

Track Fourteen; Ballroom Blitz

Track Fifteen; Sip the Gossip

Track Sixteen; I Want Some More

Track Seventeen; Out of my Depth

Track Eighteen; I Don’t Know Where I Belong

Track Nineteen; Nobody Loves a Gloomy Face

Track Twenty; Summertime Sadness

Track Twenty-One; Running Away From This Conversation

Track Twenty-Two; The Things You Love You Lose

Track Twenty-Three; Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Track Twenty-Four; Look At Us Now

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SOUNDTRACK

I. fleetwood mac; SONGBIRD

II. marina; OH NO!

III. nelly furtado; MANEATER

IV. neon trees; ANIMALS

V. stevie nicks; EDGE OF SEVENTEEN

VI. toby sebastian, florence pugh; MIDNIGHT

VII. queen; KILLER QUEEN

VIII. sweet; BALLROOM BLITZ

IX. arctic monkeys; I WANNA BE YOURS

X. neon trees; SLEEPING WITH A FRIEND

XI. the orion experience; THE QUEEN OF WHITE LIES

XII. marina; BUBBLEGUM BITCH

XIII. the lumineers; HO HEY

XIV. måneskin; BABY SAID

XV. lana del rey; SUMMERTIME SADNESS

XVI. måneskin, tom morello; GOSSIP

XVII. florence + the machine; YOU'VE GOT THE LOVE

XVIII. daisy jones and the six; LOOK AT US NOW (HONEYCOMB)

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Authors note:

- This is an x reader version I am publishing. The original name of the character is Felicity Fletcher (so if the name is accidentally left in there that is the reason why)

- This fic will mainly follow the show with some things taken from the book.

- Finally I hope you will all enjoy this story. If anyone would like anymore information feel free to send an ask or message me :)

#eddie roundtree #eddie loving #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones and the six x reader #josh whitehouse #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie loving x reader

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moonlight-tarot-11-11 · 9 days

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How To Confess Your Feelings To Your Person <3

This reading is for those who want to be the ones to confess their feelings for someone, but aren't sure how to or if they should.

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

General Energy for all piles:

Pile 1:

Take them to a nice place! I feel like your person likes to dress up or dress nicely in general. They like to go all out with outfits, specially for special occasions. They seem to like to go out for drinks, tea, coffee, for any sort of beverage in general. You have a good idea of what they like. It's better to take things with patience. As I'm writing this, my hands are shaking and it's a little hard to write. You might feel restless or want to speed things up out of nervousness. Try to relax. Be chill and have fun with them.

The first things you should do is be courageous enough to ask them if they would like to hang out with you. Your person is standing in more of a feminine energy (regardless of gender) so it's suggested for you to have a plan. There's no need to rush in or be extremely nervous. They like your company and want to spend time with you.

The three of cups came out, but I feel like you and your person want just for the two of you to be together. This outing is better if it's just you two or if it ends up with just the two.

I keep being told not to rush in or be impatient. Feels like you've been planning on confessing for a while so there might be this need to get to the point. But your person likes to spend time with you and this type of "old lover story' confession". Putting them on the spot out of nowhere could make them uncomfortable. For most reading this, your person likes to label or title their relationships (boyfriend, girlfriend, romantic partner, spouse, things like that). And again for most, your person has feelings for you! I see a great conclusion to this outing and many happy moments with the two of you!

Songs: Daylight - Harry Styles | like i do - Nightly | Ophelia - The Lumineers

Pile 2:

There's something you should let go of or show your person something. You know what you should do and you know the things that have happened between you and your person.

How should you confess your feelings? Show you've actually changed. Admit your wrongs and be truthful. Most of you have changed. You're no longer static being indifferent and 'unbothered' anymore.

I don't know if they'll accept being in a relationship with you. This pile feels very split. I know this isn't a satisfying answer, but because many of the people reading this pile have hurt in someway their person in the past, it's a 50/50.

You, the individual, know your person and know their answer. I had a hard time picking up what you should do or how because your intuition has already given you those answers. Your intuition has been telling you the answer your person will give you.

Some advice is for you to show your true colors to them. Show up as yourself. Speak with the truth before the opportunity is gone.

Songs: NEVER MET! - CMTEN, Glitch Gum | Some Where Only We Know - Keane | do re mi - blackbear

Pile 3:

A strong suggestion for you is not to confess until you've worked on yourself. You seem to be heartbroken or wanting to fill a void with the person on your mind. You're emotionally closed off or you just don't know where to go and are hoping for someone to guide you.

Again, strong suggestion for you to work on yourself, figure yourself out. What you want, where you want to go, what is this void you're trying to fill, and have better understanding of yourself.

Once you're more secure in who you are, have gone inwards and worked on this heartache, then it's more ideal for you to confess.

However, if you don't want to do any of that and just confess your feelings then here's how to do it:

For most, your person seems to like nature. Going on a walk to the mountains, beach, park, or just anything that has to do with nature. For most, your person has or is developing feelings for you.

Planning something relaxing and not touching upon conflicting or dark topics.

When you are confessing, be sure of yourself and what you're saying. Be clear and don't back out or try to manipulate them if they give you an answer you don't like. Don't say things like 'it's a joke' or a self deprecating comment.

If you go this route and end up dating or in a relationship - don't stop your self development.

Songs: WASTE Speed Up Version - Kxllswxtch | Demons - Alec Benjamin | Heartbeat - Childish Gambino

I hope this was helpful! Thank you for being here! 💕💖💕

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image

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aquatark · 26 days

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Okay! So! I'm breaking out the correct capitalization because this news is so insane! The Japanese website for Endless Ocean Luminous received a major update last night, and I want to walk through the biggest new info from it with you! This is gonna be really long, so please bare with me, there's just so much to cover...

Here's the link for people who want to check this themselves: https://www.nintendo.com/jp/switch/a7lka/index.html

The Veiled Sea is random, but not in the way you think

It has been officially confirmed that the Veiled Sea's terrain and creatures will change with each dive, and creatures will likely spawn in accordance to the nearby terrain. But don't panic!

After filling in 80% of an area's map, you will be given a map ID, which you can use to access that exact same map, either by yourself or with friend, whenever you like! Think of them like Minecraft world seeds. An example ID (which can likely be used upon release) is given in the photo above, accompanied by what looks like a photo of the one and only...! Maybe you can reliably encounter her on that map ID?

2. Salvages are back, baybee!!

In what looks to be a system similar to EO1 and the Everblue games, salvages of all sorts can be found under small glints on the ocean floor! The P earned from salvages immediately goes into your current amount once you've picked it up. According to the photo above, salvaging is "essential to unravelling the ocean's mysteries", and another photo states that you may even find traces of "ancient civilizations"...

3. A diving rank system has been revealed, along with fishy friends

As you discover new creatures and treasures, you will unlock all sorts of things, and your dive rank will increase! Higher dive ranks have access to more suit colors (which side note omg i'm loving the options), as well as larger creatures following you, and more creatures following at the same time! What does that mean? Well... you know EO1's friendship system, where if you're friendly enough to a fish, it'll follow you around? This seems to be returning, but reworked! The creatures that follow you depends on your dive rank: at a low rank, only small fish will follow you, but as your rank increases, you can have dolphins and even huge whales tag along with you!

4. Behold a whole new range of underwater environments

I already showed pictures of them in my previous post, so I won't here to save photo space, but to list a few, underwater magma flows, shipwrecks in the abyss, polar areas, freshwater caves, and active hydrothermal vent fields have all been shown off here!

5. Different missions will be available each dive

Not much elaboration is needed here, but each dive, you will be given special missions (such as seeking out a location or creature). We don't yet know what reward these will give us, but it's gotta be good, right?

6. A new method of identifying creatures

Creatures you have yet to identify will glow, and pressing the L button while near these creatures will unlock their information. Multiple creatures' info can be acquired this way at the same time, making for easy scanning of big groups! This info will then be available in the marine encyclopedia, which can be accessed at any time.

The encyclopedia will also record the creature's behavior, habits, and the largest/smallest sizes of it you have found.

7. Creature variants have been introduced

Though the site did not elaborate on this, it did showcase a picture of a creature labelled "variant".

This one is especially interesting, because though the scientific name here is accurate, the Japanese text below it reads... "Coco Maharaja", which is this EO2 legendary's Japanese name! Will we be able to encounter the exact legendary specimens from EO2 again in the Veiled Sea, or are these simply colored variants named after them? Either way, the creature variant system is going to be awesome, I can tell!

8. Photography is back, and better than ever!

Photos will be sent to the Nintendo Switch's album when taken. What purpose they will serve in the greater game has yet to be seen, but you can take photos with yourself in them!

9. Multiplayer and singleplayer options

I know some people were worried about multiplayer being the only mode, but this is not the case! Players can dive either solo, or with a group over the internet with the "Dive Together" option. When diving together, up to 10 random players can play... or, when diving with friends, up to 30 people can!

Additional multiplayer reveals include the ability to use tons of emotes to communicate, adding emojis to creatures or treasures you find which can be seen on the map for others to check out (the Cacao Maharaja photo showcases a bunch of these emojis), being able to teleport to any player in your current dive, and more!

10. A new mythical creature...?

The array of photos shown of new creature models is absolutely astounding... but one in particular that caught my eye is the set of new prehistoric creatures!

One of these things is not like the others though... what could "Raja Emas" be...? Can prehistoric creatures be mythical too?

This update has made me more hyped than ever for this game! I'd be curious to hear your thoughts too~ :>

#endless ocean #endlessocean #endless ocean 3 #endless ocean luminous

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water-to-drink · 1 year

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Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt3

(Summary): After coming to the horrifying realization of your true identity, Ei confronts the false idol she’s been worshiping while you are greeted by an unexpected character

Part 1 Last Part Next Part

(Characters): Ei, Venti, Zhongli, Nahida, Focalors, Murata, Lumine, Paimon, & ???

(Warnings): Not proofread

(A/n): This is very short compared to the last 2 chapters but I feel that since this brings a lot of information it’s best to leave it short

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“Golden blood! That’s proof that I’m the Creator, isn’t it?!” You yelled as you lifted your arm up to show the large gash oozing golden blood.

That can’t be right

It’s a known fact that the Creator has blood that shines brighter than the most precious of ingots proving their divinity, but why do you, an imposter have gold sliding down your arm?

Unless…

No, it can’t be. She couldn’t have been worshipping a fake for hundreds of years and have the audacity to make her hunt the real Creator. That’s impossible, it can’t be, or can it?

No matter how much she wants to reject that this situation isn’t happening in reality, she can’t deny what she’s seeing with her own eyes

The archon hardened by thousands of years of battle and the lost of her friends and sister

wanted to drop her weapon and beg at your feet. Beg for forgiveness for raising her polearm, the same polearm you gifted her. But the sensation of electro coursing through her body sent her into a panic. She can’t stop the elemental energy from building up inside her. Her feet began to move on their own

“I don’t think she’s convinced…” Paimon said as she clutched your uninjured arm

“Torn to oblivion…” Ei’s voice shook as lifted up her sword and began to swing it down

Before her sword could reach you, a portal opened up beneath your feet and sallowed you and the traveler

As she saw you fall into a sea of darkness and stars the last thing Ei saw was the look of betrayal on her Creator’s face

Before she can reach out for your hand the portal closed leaving Ei to dwell on what just happened, especially what she did to you, her Creator

Unable to hold back the tidal wave of emotions a sreech ripped out of Ei, tears rolling down her face. The Almighty Shogun feared for her ruthlessness reduced to nothing but a crying mess. Not caring if anyone would see her in this pathetic state, if someone wanted to take her head then so be it. She didn’t care it would be her punishment, for she committed the most heinous act in all of Tevyat

When the tears stopped falling she saw the golden palace reflected the river stream, the floating palace that you should be in and the electro god knew just what to do

The doors of the golden palace slam open as the Raiden Shogun storms in

“(Y/N)!”

The Doppelganger turned their head towards the archon

“Raiden, you lost the imposter. I expected better from you.”

“Cut the act! You’re not the real creator, are you?!”

The neutral expression of the your double dropped and formed to an expression of anger and bitterness. Zhongli stood in Ei’s path of the doppelganger

“That is no way to talk to the Creator, Beel!” Zhongli lectured

“They aren’t the Creator. The person you labeled an imposter is!”

“What nonsense you speak of?!” The hydro archon, Focalors yelled

“I saw them bleed gold blood. If I were to take your hand would you bleed red blood like the rest of us?”

“That’s enough from you, I suggest you watch your words before I-”

“Murata, I got this.” Your doppelganger said as they extended their hand as it glowed a purple light

“Agghhh!”

Ei fell onto the floor and started to writhe in pain. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, the room was quiet apart from the blood curdling screams ripping from Ei

The purple light emitted from the doppelganger’s hand stopped giving the archon some relief

“Ha ha… I was right. Ha, the real Creator would never do something like this.” Ei said while gasping for air

“I feel you should take Murata’s advice and watch your words, you wouldn’t want anything happening to your precious Inazuma.” The Doppelganger threatened

Ei’s eyes grew wide making the real imposter have a wicked smile on their face

“You’re all dismissed.”

The archons scurried out of the room, Zhongli and Murata helping Ei out of the room.

Once out the archons congregated in a room farthest away from the tyrant. There they discuss while seated at a table

“Ei are you sure you saw this… ‘imposter’ with golden blood?” Nahida asked

“I’ve seen a lot of bloodshed in my time and you know what red blood looks like under all lighting, but their blood… it simmered as they showed it to me.” Ei explained slumped on her seat

“Then what did you do afterwards?” Zhongli questioned

“I wanted to drop my weapon and beg for forgiveness, but my body moved on its own. Like someone was controlling me.” Ei answered

“So you think that the ‘Creator’ used your gnosis in a fashion similar to puppeteer and a puppet? That’s just outlandish.” Focalors stated

“It’s not out of the realm of possibility.” The other archons turned towards Venti who looked dejected. “You weren’t around during the Cataclysm, but we were called to Khaenri’ah. I remember what I was doing when I was violently plucked and put there. When I showed hesitation I felt as if my body wasn’t my own and it did things that I would never do”

The pyro archon slammed her hands on the table. “So we’re just play things for that fraud while we’re forced to hunt our real creator down?! There has to a way for us to stop this!”

“There might be a way, but I need to refine it a bit.” Nahida said

“While you do that do you know where the real creator is?” Zhongli asked Ei

“I don’t know, but I saw a portal open beneath their feet, I’m hoping their safe there

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“Hey Lumine, wake up! Please wake up!” You whispered pleads cautious of what could be lurking around

You started to grow panic until golden eyes fluttered open and met yours

Lumine shot up and frantically looked around trying to get an idea of where in the world you all are

“Where are we?” Lumine asked

“Paimon has no idea, it was like the ground opened up and sallowed us up!” The white haired fairy explained

“I think I have an idea on where we are, I think this place is-”

“The abyss…” A forth voice explained

You and your company turned to see multiple abyss monsters and a person in the center. The person was short in stature with golden hair framing a delicate face with the same golden eyes Lumine has

“Aether?!” Lumine gasped

The abyss prince gave an acknowledging nod and turned his attention towards your

“Your Grace, are you alright?” Aether’s voice was laced with concern

“Y-yeah, I just want to know what’s going on. I’m labeled as an imposter but I bleed golden blood and I was still attacked.” You uttered

“I’m terribly sorry you had to go through that, but rest assured you’ll be safe here in the abyss.”

“But I want to know, why Ei still attacked me! She saw I had golden blood, so why?!”

Aether was slightly taken aback by your outburst but quickly recomposed himself

“Well to see your Grace, the true imposter has the power to control the archons to carry out their will. They see you as a threat to their power and want you dead as soon as possible. If you were to step out of the abyss you won’t know a moment of peace, forever being hunted down.”

“This is all too much, but at least Diluc and everyone else in Mondstadt is okay…”

“It’s probably best to not assume the best, your Grace.” Aether said as he turned his head away from you

“What do you mean by that?”

“That imposter is known to be cruel and very tyrannical. I wouldn’t put it past them to employ torture and death to get any information on you.”

“No… you aren’t serious? That can’t be real, can it?!” You pleaded but the fact that Aether couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with you told you enough

You fell to your knees as tears began to pour down your face. The tears became uncontrollable as thoughts of the people in Mondstadt filled your mind. Their kindness and compassion, they didn’t call you an imposter they just saw you as a normal person. You wondered if you would have preferred to be hunted down than to have this happen. Lives ruined because they were unfortunate enough to have met you

Then you thought of Dawn Winery, the nice servants and the even nicer master, Diluc. He opened his home to you and looked after you when he had no reason to trust you. The work his family had done for years potentially ruined because of some doppelganger

You wondered what would Diluc do in this situation. He fights to protect Mondstadt and would fight to protect the world from evils that plague it, so why don’t you do the same

You wiped the tears off your face and stood up. “They think I’m going to lie down and die. I’m going to live and I’m going to take them off that throne and bring their reign of tyranny to an end.” You turned towards the prince. “Aether, if want to see my mission complete then I request the support of your army.”

Aether got on one knee and bowed his head. “Though I disagree you should be doing this, but Celestia has committed a grave sin and it would be unacceptable if they went unpunished.” He declared, gold eyes that burned a rage that’s been raging for 500 years met yours. “I’ll see your mission to the very end, even if I die doing it.”

#genshin fanfic #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin imposter au #sagau ei #sagau venti #sagau lumine #sagau zhongli #sagau focalors #sagau murata #sagau nahida

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beyondsuki · 1 year

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Star - Shine

Star

/stär/

a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large, remote incandescent body like the sun.

Toji Fushiguro

The woman in the ring

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Pairing: MmaFighter!Fushiguro Toji x black f!reader

Genre: Romance, Smut, Angst

Summary: What happens when you help MMA fighter Fushiguro Toji —unbeknownst to him—in his time of need?

Toji thought himself a simple man. A simple man who had never fallen in love. Although he would never audibly admit that.

Yes, there was a period in his life when he was married but he never truly felt there. He was young, and a star on the rise. Temptation was all around him yet he stayed faithful and committed to his vows. For five years he was betrothed. Tied down, trapped. For five years his marriage was perilous.

The cause of the divorce was an affair accusation. She thought he was sleeping with a journalist. A journalist? He laughed when she vocalized her concerns. She was incandescent. “You really think that I would sleep with a journalist?” That one sentence matured into a fight neither of them came back from.

He left that night and returned the next morning with divorce papers. He allowed her to keep the house while he now resides in a penthouse that overlooks the city. Every once in a while, a feeling of penitence washes over him and leaves him wondering whether or not he should’ve just stayed. “Toji! Hurry up, we have to get going, the fight is about to start.” He finished wrapping his fists. He grabbed his silk robe off its hook and slipped it on. The coolness of it lasted a few seconds longer than usual before latching on to his body heat. As he walked out and the routine cheering of his fans filled his senses, an unfamiliar face in the crowd caught his eye.

You work hard. You’re currently in medical school earning your M.D. so you can cross the finish line with the label and job title ‘Neurosurgeon’. “(Y/N) Come onn why not?!” Your friend Stacey from your class based solely on muscles was trying to get you to come to watch a fight. “We are in Medical School Stace, why do you want to see people hurting themselves deliberately?!” “It’s not even about that for real.” She said tucking her brown hair behind her ear. Her green eyes flashing with a fierce incentive. “Then what is it about?” “Have you seen Toji Fushiguro!?” “No. And I don’t want to see him.” She pulled out her phone “Let me just show you.” You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily knowing you wouldn’t be able to win this fight. She pulled up a picture and tilted the phone toward you. “Wow.” He is.. “I know right!! So let’s goo I literally bought two tickets and they weren’t cheap.” “Fine.” She had finally persuaded you into getting ready.

You readied yourself and are now sitting in the front row of the Fushiguro Toji vs Alexei Morozov fight waiting for the star fighter to come out. A coalescence of music and loud screaming invaded your ears making you turn your head towards the back. He was much larger than you imagined. Standing at, at least 6’5 this burly man managed to win the hearts of more than a few thirst quenched women. His sinewy muscles stuck out like a sore thumb. And his very presence left a bitter sweet taste in your mouth.

Someone slapped your shoulder dragging you out of your daydream “He’s looking over here oh my god!?” His gaze robbed you of an essential part of human homeostasis—your breath.

You ripped your eyes away from his and looked to the floor. When he walked on stage and his back was to you, you looked up again. You watched as the ‘Fushiguro’ on his silk robe morphed as he slipped it off. When the fight started you winced at the first punch. Tricep, Bicep, Latissimus dorsi, gluteus medius. You named the muscles being hit as practice due to yet another test the next day. Suddenly, Fushiguro was hit in the head and started bleeding.. a lot. You stood out of habit to get a closer look. The ‘medic’ that was attempting to stop the bleeding was failing miserably at her job. You pushed past the journalists and photographers.

“You need to apply pressure!” You yelled trying to get as close as possible. “Ma’am I’m gonna need you to back up.” Some guy with long hair said. “I know I know but your medic is not helping him. She needs to apply pressure to stop the bleeding and he needs to be stitched immediately.” The man looked back at the ‘medic’ staring at the fighter with goo-goo eyes. He pursed his lips and lifted the tape. You walked through and made your way to the mat. You tapped on the woman’s shoulder “Excuse me” she moved out of the way instinctively. “Hello Mr. Fushiguro.” You said while sliding your hands through a pair of latex gloves.

He looked at you confused. “You don’t know me but I’m here to help you.” You took some gauze from the pile of medical supplies and applied pressure to the cut above his eyebrow. You were wearing a black skirt with a white button-down top that slightly exposed your cleavage. His gaze could be felt even under the angry burn of the lights. You frantically searched the pile for an alcohol wipe. Once you found one you held it up to him “Rip.” He did as you asked “This is going to sting.” He pulled air through his teeth as you cleaned it. “Is there thread over there?” You asked the former ‘medic’ who just stood there in awe “Hello?” “O-oh me?” “Who else would I be talking to?” You said. Words coming out laced with venom “I-uh no there’s not.” “Of course not..” you glanced down. Next best thing you thought as you picked up some glue.

You applied it to the wound and squeezed. You grabbed some tape that specialized in holding wounds together and placed it on the cut. “Rag,” you said to the girl. She quickly handed you a rag and you wiped the sweat, dirt, and blood off the fighter's face. You paused for a moment as you looked into his eyes. The one thing you’d been avoiding all night. Brown pools of the sweetest honey. You snapped out of it though when you felt his large hands on your waist. He gently moved you out of the way to get up. You felt heat crawl up your neck, feeling grateful that your brown skin hid the blush appearing. This was when you noticed all the blood that stained your shirt.

You left the ring entering back into reality as you searched for your brunette friend. As you were removing your gloves you heard a familiar voice. “Oh my god!- Will you leave me the fuck alone! She’s my friend and I’m a doctor!” The man with raven hair lifted the tape reluctantly and Stacey ran over to you “Oh my god! How was it?! What was he like!?” She said frantically trying to look behind you to get a glimpse of the fight from up close. “We didn’t really talk..” “But I saw you talking?” “I was talking to the ‘Medic’” you said making air quotes. “Oh..”

You walked over to a man with white hair wearing a shirt labeled ‘Manager’ leaving your overly excited friend on her own. “Excuse me? Do you happen to have a shirt I could borrow?” “Hmm..” he hummed as he tapped his index finger on his lip “I do have an extra one but…” “But?” “It’s his” Oh “It should be fine. He doesn’t ever wear it.” He turned around revealing the ‘Fushiguro’ on his back. He walked to his bag and came back with a shirt. “Here.” “Thank you.” “Please hurry, it looks like we’ll be needing you again soon.” You glanced back at the fight just as Fushiguro took a hit.

You took the shirt and went to the nearest bathroom. You changed out of your button-down blouse and into the one Fushiguro’s manager had gifted you. It was huge. It stopped just before your skirt ended and it was three times the width you were. You placed your shirt in your bag and then went back to the ring.

You stepped in as they were hydrating him. “Hello again Mr. Fushiguro,” He nodded, his eye starting to swell. After slipping into another pair of gloves, you grabbed an ice pack and slapped it in your hand to get it to activate. “Hold this here.” You said to the girl. She obliged and you began to tend to his bleeding shoulder. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol and a cotton round. “You might need to hold on to something for this one.” Just then, you felt his hands on your hips. A chill ran down your spine causing you to pause. They were so warm.

You let out a tremulous breath and resumed to tend to his wound. He tightened his grip when you applied the round. “Sorry.” You apologized. He just stared at you. “What’s your name?” He spoke finally. “(Y/N)” “(Y/N)..” he repeated back, almost dazed “That’s me.” You finished cleaning his wound and could now move on to patching it. Once you were done you moved out of the way—well, at least you tried but he kept you there, in place. “Mr. Fushiguro- I- the round is starting in 10 seconds.” You said, your tone incredulous “Find me after the fight.” “What?” “Gotta go.” He moved you out of the way and stood up.

You left the ring confused once again. You took the gloves off and decided to watch the rest from where you were standing. Fushiguro ended up winning causing an uproar in the arena. Stacey on the other hand hit it off with some journalist. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?” “Positive.” “Okay! See you tomorrow.” She walked away giddy. You tapped on a blonde man wearing a Fushiguro shirt. “Um- Excuse me?” He turned around “I was told to find Mr. Fushiguro after the fight?” He cocked his eyebrow while his eyes scanned your body. “By who?” “Mr. Fushiguro…” Just then the man with the white hair came out “Kento what the fuck? Why isn’t she halfway to Toji already?” The man shrugged. “C’mon,” the manager led you through the tunnels to where you assumed the fighter would be. “He’s right in there.” He said pointing at a room labeled ‘Fushiguro Toji’ “W-wait you’re not coming in?” “Oh no, I don’t bother him after fights.”

You cautiously walked over to the door and gave a light knock. “Move.” You heard from behind the door. “Hi..” you said when he opened the door. His face was smug “Hi.” He smirked. Your eyes traveled down his figure. He was lacking a shirt, revealing his sinewy abdomen. “Everybody out.” “But sir- we haven’t finished your trea-“ “She’ll handle it.” He opened the door wide enough for the nurses to leave while he leaned against the frame. They all gave you dirty looks as they made their way out. “You just gonna stand there?” He said walking back to his seat. You walked in and closed the door behind you. He cocked his eyebrow “So this is that kind of visit?” “W-what?! I-I didn’t know if y-you wanted privacy!” He laughed “I’m teasing.” You shook your head while he chuckled. A deep, sexy chuckle. One that made you tingle and throb in all the right places. “I knew that..” “Oh did you now?” “I did.” You said before walking over and grabbing the medical supplies.

Toji felt a chills where your fingers graced his back. “Y’know..most people are scared of me.” He said slightly looking back “You? No way” You said, sarcasm laced in your words as you applied ointment to a few of his wounds. “Your possy seemed to have no problems with you. I mean, they all looked pretty disappointed when they had to leave” “Tch yeah...no matter how many times I kick them out they never get used to it.” You laughed. Toji felt his heart flutter. You walked around to his front, moving his slightly sweaty hair out of the way to look at the scar you had patched earlier. “Everything looks good. Well, not good but you know.” Your eyes scanned his face, skillfully avoiding his eyes. “How’d you get that?” You pointed to the scar on his lip. “Accident.” You finally found his eyes. “..You are a vague man.” You felt your pockets. “Do you mind?” You asked, showing him your chapstick. “Only if you come back to my place.”

You froze and tried to read his expression but you couldn’t. You smiled “I don’t give it up that easily.” He grabbed your wrists and slightly pulled you forward. “You sure?” Yes “…no” he cracked a smile and you applied the chapstick. Dipping it slightly when you reach his scar. “Is that a yes?” “Only if you want it to be.” Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. He stared at your lips and you sheepishly glanced at his.

He let your wrists go and your lips connected. You felt a burning heat erupt in the very pit of your stomach. You’ve kissed men before but never like this. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood up straighter. You both pulled away at the same time. He swiped his tongue over his teeth before standing up. Your arms fell back at your side as he grabbed his shirt and slipped it over his head. He grabbed his bag and then your hand. It was so large in comparison that he completely encased it. “Mr. Fushiguro wher-“ “Toji.” “What?” “Call me Toji.” He said looking back at you. You were struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Toji.” “Yes?” “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” You walked with him as he pulled you through the tunnels.

On your way there, more of his security started to surround you. When you finally made it out you entered an epileptic’s worst nightmare. You put your arm over your eyes to help shield them from the flashing lights. You felt Toji’s arm wrap around you as you pushed through the photographers.

You sighed when you finally reached the car. “Shit.” “It’s not over.” You watched as they migrated around the car. You finally pulled off and you were on your way. When you arrived, paparazzi swarmed the car once again. His security opened his door and he got out. He then helped you out of the car. As you walked, your hand slipped out of his and you began to drown in the sea of paparazzi. You fell and scraped one of your knees.

Toji stopped immediately after he no longer felt your hand in his. “Mr. Fushiguro! Mr. Fushiguro!” He pushed five reporters out of the way with one swing of his arm. Suddenly, you felt yourself being picked up, bridal style. “T-Toji I can walk.” “I’m not letting you get run over again.” He carried you into the lobby and to the elevator before setting you down. He opened the door to his penthouse when you got there and told you to sit on the couch “Yes sir.” You said throwing your hands up.

He disappeared into a room and when he reappeared he was holding a first aid kit. He set it on the couch as he knelt between your thighs. “Oh Toji you really don-“ he glanced up at you, causing your talking to cease. He cleaned it with an alcohol wipe and as he placed the bandaid on your knee, he looked up at you. “Thank you..”

He squeezed as his hand traveled further up your skirt. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” You nodded slowly. When he got to your panties he swiped his thumb across the wet spot. You shuddered and closed your eyes. “Aht aht. Look at me.” You opened them again to look into his. You felt him use his other hand to pull your panties to the side and open your legs wider. “What a pretty pussy…and so wet too.” He ran a finger through your folds and you tried to close your legs. He held them open and rubbed circles on your puffy clit. “Fuck..” you said, breathless.

He pulled at the hem of your lace panties before sliding them off. He placed them in his pocket before sliding his middle and ring fingers into his mouth. He went back to rubbing your clit as he slid a finger inside. A loud moan ripped through your throat. You placed a hand on his shoulder for stability. He slipped another finger in and curled them. You trembled. He stood up as he fingered you, placing a knee on the couch.

He began to kiss you, traveling down your neck with sloppy, wet kisses. Kisses that left you wanting more. Lewd squelching filled the room as his fingers fucked into you tirelessly. Suddenly, you felt your stomach tighten and your moaning became louder. You tried to speak but nothing came out. “Are you gonna cum? Hmm?” He hummed against your neck sending chills down your spine. He could tell by the way you were clamping down on him that your orgasm was near.

Chills ran down your entire body when he spoke to you. “You gonna cum on my fingers? Hm? Go ahead…make a mess for me.” “Tojii” you spoke finally. You let out a loud whine as you came around his fingers. “Good girl” he said as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

You watched through half lidded eyes as he slid his fingers out and placed them into his mouth. He sucked them clean and pulled them out with a ‘pop’. You felt yourself being picked up and carried. He laid you down on his bed, “I’m gonna go shower. Do not touch yourself until I get back.” You nodded “I need words.” “Yes daddy” You said, your voice feigning innocence. Toji felt his cock twitch. He walked away and to the bathroom. You writhed on the bed, more horny then you’ve ever been. About twenty minutes later Toji came out in just a towel.

You sat upright. You looked so small on his abnormally large bed. He walked over to you and you could feel the blush creeping up on you. The towel he wore didn’t cover much. He placed his fingers on your jaw and lifted your head to make sure you looked him in the eye. “There’s no turning back after I start.” He said with an expression that made you feral. You nodded. “Words.” “O-okay” he smiled. He leaned in and kissed you. It was deep and sexy. The way he grabbed your neck with his warm, calloused hand. The way he moved them across your body. Squishing the plush of your ass, stomach, and thighs as if he was memorizing every inch of you.

He started to kiss down your neck. You shuddered underneath him as you let him take full control. You felt his hands slide up your shirt as he kissed and licked around your collarbone. He unhooked your bra with ease and slid it off under your shirt. “Leave the shirt on.” He’s been wanting to fuck you in it since you first put it on. It was bunched up over your breasts. He sat back to admire you. “So pretty…” before you could be embarrassed, he ran his tongue over a nipple. You moaned as your hands found purchase in his short cut raven hair. He bit, pinched, and soothed with his tongue.

He guided you out of your skirt and licked his fingers. He slowly rubbed down your slit, smearing the cum from twenty minutes prior. Placing his hands on your knees, he pushed them towards your chest. He squeezed on your thighs before wrapping his arms around them and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He made his tongue flat and wide as he licked up your cunt. You shivered with a moan “fuckk”. You placed your hand in his hair and tried to push him away. Everything was so sensitive. Too sensitive. You felt him smirk against your pussy as he held you against him with more force. He was enjoying this as much—if not more than you were. He loved the way you smelled, the way you writhed under him with every touch, the way you sounded. Everything about you was sheer perfection in his eyes.

You whined as he hummed into you. Your legs shook as a thin layer of sweat started to coat your skin. “Toji..” “Hm?” He hummed. “I’m- ouu” you couldn’t get the words out. “What is it baby?” “I-I’m uh-gonna c-um” “mm cum on my tongue princess.” And almost as if on command, your orgasm washed over you.

Once again, he helped you ride it out. Lapping up your orgasm along the way. You panted as he backed away. Even through half-lidded eyes you could see the glistening of his chin from your juices. He wiped his mouth with his arm and then bent down to kiss you. The kiss was sloppy and allowed you to taste yourself. You moaned into it and that was his last straw. He pulled his towel off and threw it to the floor, allowing you to see a glimpse of exactly how big he was. You quivered when you felt him rub his tip through your folds. He kissed you again and you gasped when you felt him slowly sink into you.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you felt him stretch you. He kissed them as you dug your nails into his shoulders, creating little crescent moon impressions. “I know, I know. You’re doing so good for me baby.” Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you slightly relaxed. “That’s it, just r-relax” his hot breath fanned against your ear. He pushed his lips into your swollen ones. Swollen from how much abuse they had adhered from both you and him. He swallowed your whine as he pushed all the way in. “Shit s-so tight.” his voice broke as he almost bottomed out. He sat there for a moment letting you adjust to his size. After a few moments he felt your grip on his shoulder loosen a bit. “P-please move T-toji” he obliged and moved slowly at first, giving the pain a chance to cease.

The moans you released were like music to his ears. The way you tried to talk but ended up just babbling something that ended with his name. “Faster.” You managed to get out. He obliged once again. The room was filled with lewd slapping and squelching noises. He buried his head into your neck allowing you to smell his..vanilla shampoo?

“(Y/N) fuck- your pussy’s s-ucking me I-in so goood mm” he was practically whining. His words turned you on even more. “ouu” you moaned next to his ear. He backed away to sit up on his knees. He looked down to see the ring of white that sat at the base of his cock. Watching the way he completely disappeared inside of you. He moved his hand down to your clit and rubbed in slow circles as he fucked into you. Your moaning crescendoed and your legs shook. “Wait wait- ouu fuck wait.” You put your hand out in an attempt to get him to slow his strokes. He intertwined his fingers with yours as he continued to play with your sensitive nub. Tears graced your lashes as the shaking became more intense. “You gonna cum? Hm? Cum with me baby. Can you do that?” You were clamping down on him so good.

That familiar knot in your stomach was about to snap. He leaned into your neck anew. You bit down on his shoulder as you ran your nails down his back. “Tojii- ouu- mm I’m gonna- shit I’m gonna c-cum.” Your eyes rolled back and your vision went white when you came. Your entire body shook as his thrusts became sloppy. He whined as he pulled out and came on your stomach and shirt. He leaned his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath and came down from your high.

He peppered kisses all around your face as your body relaxed. “You did so good.” Was the last thing you really heard him say.

He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He threw on a pair of boxers before coming back into the room. He cleaned your stomach and thighs with a warm towel making sure to be extra gentle. He pulled that shirt off of you and replaced it with the top to his green silk pajamas. You looked so cute in his large shirt. He then carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet. “(Y/N), wake up.” You opened your eyes to find a squatting Toji in front of you. From what you could make out, he had green pajama bottoms on with no shirt.

“What?” You were so cute. “You need to pee.” You nodded slowly. “Can you turn around?” You said, slurring the words together. He laughed. “(Y/N).” “Mhm?” “We just fucked.” “So? Nobody can pee with a six foot five man staring them down...” You said in protest. “Absolutely adorable…fine.” He turned around and you peed. When you were finished he helped you to the sink and then carried you back to bed. He covered you and then grabbed your clothes from earlier. He put them in the washing machine and cut all the lights off.

When he got in bed, you were facing away from him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. He kissed the top of your head before slowly drifting to sleep with you.

@kazushawty

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 9 months

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hi hello, r u getting tired of my requests? Because another one is here!!! May i request a They/them reader, a Herrscher of the Void reader preferably. You can see i'm going crazy with all the honkai impact readers but i have seen nobody do it, excluding you ofc. This time is genshin! May i request Aether, Kaveh and Baizhu?

Hi Hiii! I'm not getting tired of your requests at all, dw! Though I am kinda burnt out ish, so I'll try my best to get all my current requests done! This one will be first since its the most recent one~ "𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷, 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷." "𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔁 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓮 ��𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓮𝓫𝓫 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀" "𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓱, 𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓱, 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮" "𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓸𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓮." Genshin impact x HoV!NB!Reader. Characters included: 𝓐𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙝, 𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔷𝔥𝔲 Reader pronouns: They / Them

Author's notes: I was unsure if you were referring to Kiana HoV or Sirin HoV, but technically they are the same, but also different, so I'll try to reference both some how. I also don't know which Aether we're talking about either, Abyss or Traveler, but it would make some more sense if it was abyss Aether to me. Also, to make it make even more sense, I decided to make the Reader a member of the abyss order. It just made sense to me if they were a part of it, considering them being the herrscher of the void, also unsure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so... its maybe a bit of both ish? Reader's dialoge color.

𝓐𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

For some reason, you remind him of someone... (*coughs* Unknown god *coughs*) but he shrugs off that feeling of doubt and familiarity. He believes you are as graceful as you are kind of evil, and he's all for it, especially if this is Abyss Aether we're talking about. Your powers are useful to the abyss, being able to remove almost all obstacles with just the snap of your fingers. Like the abyss heralds and mages, you're like an assistant to him, but you're closer to him than that of the rest of the abyss.

you, too, must have experienced the true nature of Teyvat through your own journey, whatever the true nature may be, just like he did. you wouldn't have joined him in the abyss order other wise, would you have? "Reader, fetch the abyss lectors for me, won't you? I require them for something." "Understood, Prince Aether."

"...Please just call me Aether, Reader. There's no need for formalities."

He sees a tiny bit of Lumine in you, hence why he's so attached to you, but he loves you just a bit more than a sibling, because though there are similarities, you are not Lumine, nor are you related by blood. and there may be a tiny bit of romance between you two, according to the rumors that circulate around the abyss order, that is, no one truly knows if they're true or not.

𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙝

At your first meeting, he was quite intimidated by your... aura. That abyssal aura that follows you around. At first, he labeled you an enemy, and, like any sane person who senses danger would, tried to fight you off, but a little later after that, he realized that maybe not all those who have committed some sin against the archons and thrive in the abyss are that bad... though humans like him can be so gullible... Despite the dark feelings in your heart that tell you "humans are worthless and pathetic." you can't help but feel the tiniest bit of sympathy when he meets with you in secret around the Ruins of Dhari, with this human substance known as... coffee, which he shares with you, and begins blabbering to you about how annoying his roommate is, and how he's in such a huge amount of debt. The urge to give him some of the mora you've stolen from other pathetic humans like himself is strong... "He never listens to any of my complaints! It's extremely annoying to deal with him everyday... You're lucky you don't have to live with the stupid acting grand sage of the academia..."

"Your life certainly sounds... interesting, mortal. Not even any of the abyss mages in which I command are as annoying as this... 'Alhaitham' sounds."

You've also grown to open up to him slightly, but you don't tell him anything of the abyss orders plans, right? ...Okay, maybe you told him some things... or maybe you told him too much... because now he might just be starting to doubt the archons and Celestia and the rest of human-kind just like how you and the rest of the abyss do.

𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔷𝔥𝔲

A human doctor who runs across a high ranked member of the abyss by chance... something no one could ever expect. not even Changsheng expected an encounter with such a high ranking abyssal being. Though despite your occupation... you couldn't help but to stop and assist the sickly human, instead of trying to actively kill him, despite knowing that what stood before you was nothing but a pathetic mortal in your eyes... something about him caused you to want to help him, so you had lead him back to Liyue Harbor discreetly, but on the way back, you continued to call him as such.

"Pathetic mortal human... I am only helping you out of my pure benevolence! I feel no sympathy for your weak and pathetic mortal self what so ever! I expect something in return for this!" "Yes, yes, I understand. I believe I have something that may satisfy your request back at Bubu Pharmacy."

"Baizhu... are you sssssure we can really trussssst this abyssssssal being?"

"Come now, Changsheng, they were kind enough to guide us back home, its the least I could do as compensation for wasting their precious time.~"

He then proceeds to give you plenty of expensive looking items and herbs and some medicine as compensation for... "wasting your precious time.", although you don't really have any use for these, you reluctantly accept them anyways, and then proceed to have even more random encounters with the human doctor and snake companion in the wilderness.

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Golden Hour

Part of the Glitter & Gold AU

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alina and Aleksander are rather taken by you, and your presence in their lives becomes a source of frustration that wears away their restraint day by day. They both intend for you to be theirs.

Warnings [18+]: smut, hallway sex and oral (Aleksander x Alina), references to sex, implied off screen sex (Zoyalai x Reader).

My Masterlist

Ever since that first meeting, Aleksander and Alina can’t stop thinking about you.

When they arrive back at their house after walking you home, they can barely get through the front door before their hands are on one another.

In the hallway, Aleksander rucks up the skirt of Alina’s dress, pushing it over her hips and tugging her panties aside. He groans lowly when he recognises one of your designs and teases her for soaking through the delicate material.

She moans as he quietly muses about how much effort you must have put into the creation of her panties, only for her to ruin them with her arousal after a mere kiss from you. He reminds her of how stunning you looked and all the things he plans to do to you both.

She comes undone over his fingers and before she can even think of catching her breath, her husband has pushed his trousers down and slid his cock inside her. Their moans align perfectly, filling their entrance hall with the sound of their lust fuelled frenzy.

Heated skin grinding desperately with each thrust of Aleksander’s hips, a soft thud each time Alina arches her back against the wall. She still flushes when she hears the slick sound of her own arousal as Aleksander continues his determined motions.

When his lithe fingers trace over her sensitive clit she gasps, her entire lower body clenching in a valiant effort to keep him inside her. His breath is hot against her collarbone as he leans down to suck the gloss of sweat from her skin and her fingers fist his hair tightly.

“So good, malyshka,” he murmurs against her neck as he bites down on the skin there, worrying it between his teeth. He only stops to groan as Alina clenches hard around his cock. With how tight she is, Aleksander knows his wife is close to coming undone once again.

He pulls his face away from the crook of her neck so that he can watch her expression. He always loves watching her succumb to pleasure. He wonders whether you would scrunch your nose like she does, closing her eyes as she peaks. A low moan catches in his throat as he imagines your eyes locked with his as you climax.

Alina tugs on his hair, pulling him up to meet her lips in a fervent kiss. He traces his tongue over hers, before she sucks on his lower lip, the scrape of her teeth against the soft flesh there sends a sharp spark of arousal down to his cock.

He holds on tight to her hips, increasing his pace as she begins to climax with a small cry of his name. After a few more thrusts, Aleksander reaches the precipice of his own orgasm unable to last much longer with Alina gripping onto his cock so tightly.

The two of them pause as they soak in their shared high, leaning heavily against one another. He presses a kiss to her lips, chaste at first, but his lips linger affectionately as he withdraws which has them both smiling. Aleksander steps back to collect himself, and the chill of the quiet house brushes over Alina’s pleasure flushed skin.

She breathes out a laugh as she watches her husband, refined man that he always has been, pull his trousers up and stuff himself back into the crumpled fabric. At the sound of her laugh, Aleksander lifts his head up, gifting her a luminous smile. Somehow, you had the two of them acting like teenagers fooling around with one another.

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Aleksander and Alina agree with one another to take things slow with you. Neither of them wanted their attraction towards you to disrupt your relationships with the other members of their group, or the collaboration between your fashion label and Morozov, especially when you seemed so excited by the prospect of working with Aleksander’s company.

In theory, it had been a good idea.

Then you join Zoya on her lunch break, meeting up with Alina at a nearby café.

She has to watch as you shrug off your blazer, revealing the pretty bralette you’re wearing underneath. Alina tries not to stare. Truly, she does.

Luckily Zoya keeps the conversation flowing easily enough between the three of you, meaning that Alina can subtly admire you. She barely even realises her mind has begun to wander, imagining the chill of your rings against her cheeks as you cup her face, tracing your way down her body before she feels the metal press against her thighs as you spread her open.

What pulls her out of her thoughts, and brings an embarrassed blush to her cheeks, is the sound of your voice asking about the photoshoot she’s working on with David tomorrow.

After lunch she walks directly to the Morozov building, hoping the exercise will help rid some of the tension inside her. It doesn’t. As the elevator takes her up to the floor of her husband’s office, Alina is bouncing her leg with the restless energy that has filled her.

As soon as her dark eyes lock on his, Aleksander turns to his assistant and requests that he not be disturbed for the next hour.

Aleksander sits his wife down on his desk, pushing away his papers and ensuring she’s comfortable before he pushes her skirt up, tugs her panties down, and buries his face into her cunt.

All the while, he insists on her telling him every single thing that had riled her up this much. Through her whimpers and moans, she tells him how stunning you looked today, how much she wants you, how much she wants the three of you together.

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Whilst he might enjoy teasing his wife relentlessly about you, Aleksander is just as consumed as Alina with thoughts of you. So, when he knocks on Nikolai and Zoya’s front door and you answer, body half tucked away behind the blue wooden door, he almost believes he has manifested your presence through sheer desire of wanting to see you again.

His work has been occupying the majority of his time as of late, meaning that he has been unable to contact you about working with him. His assistant has exchanged a series of emails with your own assistant, but Aleksander has been hoping to discuss things one-on-one with you.

Now, here you are.

His stomach flips when he sees you smile shyly in recognition. Once you realise that Aleksander is the person at the door, you relax your stance and allow the door to swing open a little further.

“Aleksander, hi.”

His gaze drifts down, noticing your bare legs. Tongue tracing over his lips, he observes the flush of your skin and the fact that you’re wearing one of Nikolai’s cream dress shirts. When you see where his eyes have drifted, you look down at the hardwood floor beneath you and a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. Then he lifts the thick brown envelope in his hand, nodding towards it.

“I have a few things for Nikolai to sign, as soon as possible.”

You nod.

“Come in, I’ll go grab him.”

He waits in the entrance hall as you rush up the stairs. The angle Aleksander stands at means he catches a small glimpse of your light blue panties, and his mouth goes dry at the sight.

In the distance, he can hear a door opening and the low sound of music humming away. It isn’t long before you’re back, breezing by him as you say,

“He’ll be down in a bit; would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

He blinks at you, following as you pad barefoot over the cool hardwood floor towards the kitchen.

“A tea would be lovely. Zoya has-”

“The fancy Novyi Zem tea?”

He nods with a surprised smile, and you laugh softly.

“I could never justify spending that much on tea, but I have some almost every time I’m here.”

“Are you here often?” he asks, but winces when he realises that once again he’s asking about the relationship between you and the couple, as if he has any right to be jealous. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

You smile softly as you reach for the kettle, filling it with water as Aleksander shrugs off his wool coat and places over the back of a chair.

“I’m just trying to understand how you’re so close to them both – and yet I’ve never met you.”

When your smile widens Aleksander breathes a small sigh of relief, at least he hasn’t offended you, then you breathe out a laugh and his heart flutters at the sound.

“I think we have rather clashing schedules. My assistant says he’s been having a nightmare trying to organise a meeting with you.”

“My apologies, I had hoped we could have discussed a few things by now.”

You nod in agreement.

“It’s alright, I understand. I’ve been busy too, after all. Perhaps…” Before you can finish your musings, you turn away quickly, opening up the cupboard beside your head and standing on tiptoe to retrieve two mugs.

“Yes?” he prompts you gently which encourages you to turn around and face him as the water in the kettle begins to boil.

“Well, I- I thought that, maybe, since we’re friends, you might not mind having dinner sometime after work? A work dinner, I know you don’t usually do those. But Alina would be welcome of course.” Aleksander watches with a minute smile as you stumble over your words.

A work dinner would be an ideal opportunity to discuss the collaboration he plans to work on with you, but he’s impressed by your observation regarding his disdain of work dinners, though that is usually because he isn’t fond of pretending that his clients are the sorts of company he wants to keep. There is a reason why he is so selective with his friends.

But you are different from the other designers and celebrities he works with. He wants to know you, intimately, if you will allow him to do so. The majority of his clients wouldn’t even consider asking Alina to join them for dinner, though he hopes there might be a more selfish reason why you want to see himself and his wife again.

Aleksander tries his hardest to maintain a healthy work-life balance. Whilst he values his company and everything he has done for himself, nothing is worth more to him than time spent with Alina.

He’s considering this as you place a mug down in front of him, a small frown creasing at your brows.

“You don’t take sugar do you?”

He shakes his head, picking up the mug with a grateful smile as Nikolai appears in the doorway. His blonde hair is damp, slicked back away from his forehead as he ties up the belt of his dark blue bathrobe, nodding towards Aleksander in greeting.

Nikolai stands behind you as he talks to Aleksander about the papers he had brought over, finalising some sort of investment from a group of benefactors to fund one of Nikolai’s latest projects.

As his palms smooth down your arms and shoulders, you tune out the conversation and sip on your tea. Then Nikolai presses his thumb into the centre of each shoulder, and you bite down on your lip at the sudden contact at such a tender area.

“You’re tense,” he remarks, looking down at you, his frown deepening as he works his fingers into the rigid muscle at the spot between your neck and your shoulder blade. “How are you still so tense?”

“Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are,” you quip before a groan of complaint halts your teasing. “Saints, you’re making it worse.”

He clicks his tongue at your squirming.

“You work too hard.”

You scoff, retorting quickly,

“And you don’t work hard enough.”

He shakes his head with a small laugh. Nikolai knows he will never work as hard as you do, but he has no desire to make his life any more difficult than it needs to be.

Aleksander places his mug aside, nudging the papers in Nikolai’s direction before he beckons to you with a casual flick of his fingers and an easy demand,

“Come here, milaya.”

Eyes widening, you watch as he slides his chair back a little, intending for you to sit down in his lap. Nikolai nudges you gently towards Aleksander and within seconds you’re settling yourself over his thighs, your back almost flush with his chest. The feeling of his trousers against your skin, warm dress fabric underneath your bare legs, makes you shiver.

Tugging the back of the shirt collar away from your body, Aleksander slips his hands under the fabric, and he both hears and feels the sharp inhale from you as his hands touch your bare skin. Luckily the mug of tea has warmed his hands, so the tension begins to melt from you rather quickly as his fingers work confidently over your aching muscles.

He can sense some tension lingering, as you remain silent and no doubt focused on not squirming in his lap and embarrassing yourself. Nikolai looks up from his contract, watching a familiar expression cross over your features as you attempt to stay quiet and unaffected by Aleksander’s touch.

Nikolai scrawls his signature down, flipping over another page before he leans over towards you to take your chin between his fingers.

“What have I told you about those pretty noises of yours?”

A flush of warmth spreads over your cheeks, reminding you of the first night you ever spent with Nikolai.

Aleksander’s thumb runs down the length of a particularly stiff muscle and a small whimper catches in your throat. They both share a smile at the sound, and Aleksander can feel your body warming with a pretty flush as you sit in his lap.

Something between a sigh and a moan falls from your lips as he puts a little more pressure into his motions and you practically melt beneath his touch.

Nikolai grins, letting go of your chin as he returns his attention to the papers in front of him and Aleksander hums softly after soothing a particularly achy spot.

“What did you do this morning?” he asks in a low voice. Blinking in confusion, you wonder whether he’s speaking to you. Then Nikolai answers,

“Had her come undone over my tongue.”

They know what they’re doing, talking about you as if you aren’t in the room, and the back and forth between the two of them is dizzying. Aleksander makes a small sound of acknowledgement before he muses,

“You always have been good with your mouth.”

Nikolai shoots him a sideways glance accompanied by crooked smirk. It’s then that you remember that Aleksander and Nikolai went to university together. You can only imagine what kind of debauchery they had indulged in – both of them eager for some rebellion against their respective families.

To this very day, Nikolai still curses the Lanstov name, and you can remember reading the headlines the day Aleksander had sued his mother for withholding his grandfather’s inheritance from him.

Aleksander takes the back of your neck between his fingers, and you know they both hear how your breathing stutters as he moves the pad of his fingers over the muscles there.

Eyes fluttering closed, you lose yourself for a moment, mesmerised by the way Aleksander has removed aches from your body that you hadn’t even realised existed. Though you wish he would do something about the ache between your legs.

Nikolai finishes signing his papers, slotting them back into the envelope Aleksander had used to transport them here. He tilts his head slightly, and even through the haze clouding your mind you recognise the sound of their bathroom door closing. Nikolai gives you a small smile before he nods up towards the ceiling in the direction of the bathroom.

“Shower’s running upstairs for you.”

It takes a few seconds for you to process his words.

“Oh, thanks.”

Reluctantly, you slide off Aleksander’s lap. Suddenly you had no idea what to say to him. Before Nikolai arrived you had been discussing work and the prospect of dinner. Now, you know what his hands feel like against your bare skin and you fear you will never forget it until you feel it again.

He frowns lightly before he asks,

“Are you free next Tuesday evening?”

“I-” You hadn’t been expecting that. Nevertheless, you nod. “Yes. I am.”

He nods, leaning back in his chair slightly. Eyes fixed resolutely on his face, you don’t dare watch his hand as it lowers into his trouser pocket to retrieve his phone. You don’t want to ponder over whatever effect your position on his lap had had on him.

“I will send you my address now.” Despite your nod, there’s no understanding in your eyes as you watch him scroll through his contacts. When he catches your gaze he breathes out a small huff of a smile before he adds, “For dinner.”

“Oh, right. Yes, of course.”

Taking a step towards the door, you nod again.

“I’ll see you then, I suppose.”

He smiles.

“Until then.”

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