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Genshin Impact: The Overworked God [2]

Part 1

Summary: In which one of the lore writers who help write the world of Genshin Impact was suddenly thrusted in the very world they created.

Well, testing characters is one thing, but playing God, and raising 7 children at a time?

Oh boy. He just wants to go home and sleep.

Note: Finally back from break!

Part 2 of the Overworked God! Creator! Male OC!

What if we had a smarter Creator that never forgot his initial wish of going home?

Warning: Genshin and SAGAU themes, some OOC and angst.

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Tempus, or Kai has been in the world of Genshin Impact for a very long time, since its creation where it was just him and Celestia.

He struck a deal with Celestia, promising to be the Creator and consequently the God of Time to help create Teyvat, but on his own terms. Doing what he can to save his creations from unnecessary pain and suffering.

So, he’s still overworked, stressed and sleepy all the time, especially now that he has to take care of 7 children too.

But finally…today is the day he could finally go home.

Home sounds foreign to him, after all, he spent more years in Teyvat than on Earth, but he has never given up on returning after fulfilling his duty as the Creator.

It’s going to be a difficult announcement to make, considering how attached his children could be, but perhaps, he could twist the narrative just a bit to appease them.

“Tempus!” Speaking of, two bundles of mass hopped towards him as usual, and he caught them with both arms as if it was a routine. He stumbles a bit, sighs, but pats them on the head.

“It’s been so long since you visited Monstadt! I missed you~” Venti hugged his waist as he peaked up with puppy eyes. Before Kai could respond, Furina beat him to it.

“It’s because he likes Fontaine better! He’s been in my country the longest!” Furina quipped back with a proud expression on her face.

“That’s because you suck at ruling your country!”

“Says you, Mr. Drunkard Bard!”

At least they both have trustworthy people like Neuvillette and Jean to take care of their country…

“That’s enough, you two.” A spark of lightning scared the two to cling onto Tempus even more, but Ei easily picked the two off.

Ah, one of the more responsible leaders…

“Please ignore these two, Tempus.” Ei says stoically, as she sends a deadly glare that shuts the two up.

“It’s fine.” Tempus greets every single Archon with a nod, before taking a seat at the head of the table, his expression showing his tiredness despite the light-hearted banter that usually happens during these meetings.

“Have a seat everyone.” All the Archons did a curt bow before taking their respective seats.

Materializing snacks resembling that of an English afternoon teatime, he smiled when even the stoic Tsaritsa seemed to enjoy his food.

It’s a shame though, this will be his last time.

“Tempus.” He turned to the Tsaritsa, who seemed to notice his distress.

“I’m fine.” He brushed it away, before he felt a cold hand on his.

“Let us know if anything is bothering you.” Zhongli added on, and Tempus shook his head.

His children could handle Teyvat without him, what else would he be worried about?

“Tempus, are your worries the reason why did you call us all today?” Sharp as always, Nahida asks, gaining everyone’s attention all at once.

In the end…Rukkhadevata chose her fate. There are things that could not be changed…

“Yes.” Feeling everyone’s eyes on him, he felt even more estranged.

"As you know, I've overseen Teyvat, guided you all, and tried to make amends for the mistakes of the past," Tempus continued.

“After much thought, I believe it’s time for me to rest.”

Multiple teacups fell onto the table with a loud thud. With a wave of his hand, the spilled tea disappeared.

“T-Tempus! What, what do you mean?” Murata stood up abruptly, knocking over a flower vase, which Tempus easily dissolved to nothing.

“Tempus, how could you abandon us!”

“Calm down.” But it seems to have no effect, instead, he felt the cold hand squeeze his own, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Tempus, you belong to us.”

“As I’ve said, I will be going into deep slumber-” Suddenly, many eyes shot towards the Bard who looked very pale.

“-to take a break.” A teacup shattered, but Tempus paid no mind to it.

“My decision is final, and I hope you can take care of Teyvat while I rest.” For eternity.

“Tempus.” Scoring golden eyes burned into Kai’s soul, and he forced himself to remain neutral as he stared at Zhongli-Morax.

“Please stay. I’m begging you, please, Your Eminence. Please don’t leave us.”

"But what of Teyvat? You've become integral to the stability and well-being of this world, and us." There were many nods that followed.

“We need you.”

There was desperation in his voice, and while it did hurt Tempus to leave them, he doubted he could stay any longer knowing that he could finally leave.

“All of you are strong and are capable enough to rule your countries, which I am very proud of. Teyvat will be in good hands." Some Archons smiled briefly, but it was short lived.

"Which is why it's time for me to step aside and take a break."

They had grown accustomed to Tempus's guidance, his wisdom, and his tireless efforts to steer them towards a better path, so for them to lose his support is like fighting without a weapon.

“W-Where, will you be resting? In Temporium?” Furina’s shaky voice filled the silent room.

“Stay here, the Fortress of Meropide will keep you safe. Fontaine and I will keep you safe.”

“Yes.”

“For how long?” Venti asked, anxiety in his voice.

“I’ll find you, I’ll find you no matter where you run.”

“I do not know, for as long as my body needs.” Their faces became pale at thinking of the possibility of not seeing Tempus again.

With a sigh, he stood up, making others rush to stand too.

“Come here, each one of you.” In an instant, they rushed over and Tempus pulled them one by one into a hug. While he made himself tall and muscular, he felt small in the group hug that lasted an incredibly long time.

He felt arms around his waist, chest, arms and back, being hugged by 7 people at once was somewhat suffocating.

“You all will do great. I will miss you all.” This was not a lie.

“Time flows like water, and perhaps I will wake sooner than you all expect.” This was a lie.

Tempus heard sniffles, and felt hands grabbing his robes and weaving through his long hair.

“Tempus…do you have to leave us?” Nahida asked, tugging his heart strings as he saw such a wise person tear up.

Did she read my thoughts?

Tempus got rid of that idea as he forbade her from doing so, and with his current power alongside Celestia’s authority, she should be blocked from doing such a thing.

“I am not leaving, Nahida. I am merely resting.”

Finally, with some coaxing, he managed to peel them off one by one.

“I leave Teyvat in your hands.”

With that, Tempus bid farewell to the Archons and quickly prepared to depart from Celestia. The longer he stayed, the more unbearable this would become.

However, once he left, the atmosphere shifted once more. The Archons, loyal to their Creator beyond measure, exchanged anxious glances, and a heavy silence settled over the chamber.

“Tempus lied.” Nahida said, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Nahida?” All of the Archons felt their heart drop at her words.

“He may be resting in Temporium, but there’s more to it. I can’t read his mind completely, but…he’s going to leave us if we let him go.”

“What are we waiting for then?” Suddenly, the atmosphere turned cold. The Tsaritsa stepped forward with her Ice scepter, Permafrost. Like many other Archon’s weapons, they were gifted to them by the Creator himself.

“If Buer’s words are true, then while his body remains in Temporium, his soul is elsewhere.”

The Archons soon came to a consensus.

“We cannot let him go into slumber.”

Or they will lose him completely.

[Are you ready, dear Creator?]

Tempus laid in his resting chamber on the edges of Temporium, in a makeshift mountain. He created this place in secret, so no one else by him knows.

He felt bad for his kingdom, as he told the royal family that he will be gone doing his Godly duties for a long time, but never informed how long.

Regardless, they should be able to live without a god, considering the technology and time Tempus gave them.

[Yes]

As he lay in his comfortable bed with minimal decorations or other items, he shut his eyes and reminisced about the past.

Although it was a very long time, he was never really alone.

But he has seen much more than a normal human on Earth, from war to life and death, to the repetitions of stories by going back in time many times to fix his mistakes.

“Stop him! He’s going back in time!”

Truly, it takes a mental toll on his mind. He can’t let his emotions take over, otherwise, he would have to redo everything again.

[Thank you for your work, dear Creator]

[Just make sure you fulfill your side of the deal]

[Of course]

When he shut his eyes, he felt safe, comfortable and oddly relieved, relieved of his duties at last.

“Tempus!”

His eyes snapped open and saw his chamber shake with vigor. All of his protective mechanisms activate, indeed, he prepared for this.

“Tempus!”

Voices slowly became louder and the earth seemed to roar.

How did they find him? Was it Buer? It must've been.

“Tempus!”

There was desperation in their voices, and Kai assumed that they seemed to have figured something out.

Perhaps honesty was better, but in the end, this was always the outcome.

Yes, Tempus already knew that no matter what he did, the Archons would rebel, would seek him out.

Even if the walls seem to crumble, it did not affect Kai’s chamber, after all, it was sealed and protected with his powers.

But perhaps with a bit more persistence, they would soon destroy the mountain all together, leaving him and his chamber exposed. But, Tempus was not worried, after all, he had prepared for this moment too long ago.

[Farewell, dear Creator]

Suddenly, he felt a bright light engulf him as he felt incredibly sleepy.

Through his blurred vision, he could see the stormy skies, and all seven Archons rushing towards him.

“Tempus!”

“You can’t leave us, Tempus!”

Seeing them in their prime, in their Archon outfits was a little nostalgic.

Hearing a crack in his chamber’s shield was somewhat surprising, but also, incredible. His children have grown up well.

[Farewell]

With a fleeting smile, Tempus bids farewell to his second home.

“Tempus!”

His eyes close, just as the light takes him whole.

“Tempus!”

Morax and Murata pierced through the tough protective layers desperately, and Ei and Venti whiz past them to reach their Creator.

But, they were too late.

“No, Tempus is…he’s-” Barbados was crying as he held Tempus’s hand.

“Kai! Kai!” Furina bawled her eyes out, calling his real name repeatedly as if it would bring him back.

But he won’t come back.

Bal held his body as she froze in shock (in regret), as if she was reminded of her past.

“Tempus, you’re cruel.” Buer, the one who got them so far and so close but not enough. She knelt down beside him and cried while pressing his hand into her face.

“You’ve left us with death, not slumber. You lied, you lied!”

It was like they lost a part of themselves.

After all, Tempus was there whenever they needed guidance, he sacrificed his own personal time to make sure they were alright.

“K-Kai…” Morax stumbled towards the still body that used to be his friend, mentor, benefactor, love, and everything.

Even in death, he was still so beautiful, kind and holy.

Tempus was their everything.

The Tsaritsa dragged herself towards Tempus with her scepter. She was known to not show her emotions, even when Tempus encouraged her to do so to stay emotionally healthy. He was the only one that saw her vulnerable side, and knew who she really was, and never judged her for it.

“Tempus. How dare you…abandon us like this?” She stood by Tempus’s feet and her eyes did not leave his body at all.

While others wept, her tears were turned into weapons.

Murata stood by her with the same dark, solemn expression.

It’s not fair.

How could he treat them like his everything, and then leave them so abruptly?

If only he could open his eyes again and say it was nothing but a terrible joke.

But Tempus is gone, leaving his lifeless body as his final memory and gift.

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 4 months

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bully⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tuesday, zhang hao— string ensemble

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here. ⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.8k ⋆˙⟡ reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used a couple times) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe reader— scroll down) ⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated. ⋆˙⟡ tuesday summary: happy tuesday, you know what that means: two straight hours of wind ensemble. and it's made even more enjoyable by first chair, zhang hao, chewing you out for every mistake you make. he's been quiet today though. it's making your skin crawl. can you manage to get out unscathed?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. dub-con. bullying. stuck up, tattletale hao. this is a doozy. you'll be glad we took it easy monday. smut in gn and fem versions are substantially different due to logistics/circumstance. also i clearly know nothing about playing the violin so just 🤓☝️ pipe down over there, k? ily. actually would love to hear real violinists thoughts on this so hmu. ⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★☆☆ (3.5)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: foreign object and finger insertion (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), dub-con: hao doesn't have consent before sexually touching reader but reader is turned on by it, cum play, bullying.

DO NOT PUT ROSIN UP YOUR HOO HA YA DINGUS!! purely for entertainment purposes, this fic exists in a world where there aren't consequences for that okay? DON'T. I REPEAT DON'T. DO THIS IRL. okay thank you, love you.

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you take a deep breath, bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet at the south campus entrance. you’d barely gotten any sleep last night after your encounter with jiwoong, too busy tossing and turning as you pictured the dirty looks you’d be getting all over campus the next day. but as you walk across the main courtyard to the music building this afternoon, you’re surprised and elated to hear no frantic whispers in response to your presence.

had jiwoong really kept what happened yesterday a secret? you find it hard to believe he’d want to protect your reputation and mental well-being. still, the proof was in the pudding and, so far, the pudding seemed entirely unaware of who you are. just how you like it.

on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

as you enter the orchestra room, you spot that force immediately— already seated and delicately coating the hairs of his bow with the lifetime supply of premium rosin he’d won for first place violinist at the chinese international music competition three years ago. you know this fact because he never lets you forget it.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black music chair, smoothing your skirt so that it doesn’t ride up while you play. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

he doesn’t even look at you. and though you already intended to fix the problem without his prompting, you place your violin back in its case and start to fish around in the velvet compartments for some rosin. when you come up empty, you start to panic.

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides her lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

you couldn’t argue with that. it was the truth. but your little incident with jiwoong had preoccupied you and suddenly every perfectionist task you routinely performed seemed... obsolete. how could you let him get to you like this?

and why did it still feel so good?

professor ahn taps her baton again, signaling for everyone to turn to the first page of your spring concert repertoire. you swallow nervously, opening your sheet music booklet to tippett’s fantasia concertante on a theme of corelli. it’s an extremely difficult piece that an outstanding violinist struggles to play on a good day. and you would be playing it with your bow in a noticeably poor condition.

you stumble through the piece as quietly as possible, cringing when the sound your instrument produces is less than satisfactory. though your ensemble is still learning the song, others’ mistakes aren’t enough to hide the strange performance coming from the second-chair violinist.

“zhang hao-sshi,” professor ahn suddenly calls. the boy to your left looks up at her in attention, causing your heart to sink to your stomach. “who is responsible for that unsatisfactory sound?”

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happened during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

there was a reason professor ahn held such distaste for you and your craft and that reason was zhang hao. each and every rehearsal, your professor would ask the first chair to list any mistakes he’d heard from your section and he apparently only ever noticed yours. you’d sit there, cheeks heating up with embarrassment as hao described every error you made in great detail that day— professor ahn taking note and deducting points from your rehearsal grade as she saw fit.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

but his gaze returns to his sheet music, pencil floating across the paper as he quietly adds annotations. you’re honestly freaked out. had he hit his head? had the difficulty of the piece actually thrown him that much?

rehearsal ends shortly thereafter and you stay in your chair, silently tending to your violin next to hao. you’re both usually the last to leave, but hao always makes it a point to stay just a few seconds longer than you. just to prove something.

after your instrument is safely back in its case, you stand up and make your way over to the instrument storage closet. you find your cubby, pulling out your key and unlocking your unit so you can leave your violin there for the remainder of your classes this afternoon.

as you place your violin case gently inside and lock your cubby, the unexpected sound of footsteps behind you makes you freeze in place. slowly, you turn around to find hao standing in the doorway of the storage closet.

weird. hao would never undermine his unparalleled musicianship by keeping his violin in a public storage unit. he sets his case down next to him, crossing his arms and leaning on the left side of the door frame.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

“what do you mean, for what?” hao spits, eyes narrowing angrily. “i didn’t tell professor ahn about any of the mistakes you made today. and i don’t know if you noticed, but you made a fuck ton.”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

“oh,” you reply, tilting your head in surprise. you swallow the urge to tell him that kindness in demand of a thank you is not exactly kindness and instead, just nod. “yeah. thank you. i guess.”

it must be some weird power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

“honestly, you’re kind of making me uncomfortable,” you reply, ducking under his arm and walking back out into the orchestra room. “so if my lack of gratitude means you’re going to go back to humiliating me in front of the entire string ensemble every day... i guess i’ll just have to continue living with it.”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

clearly you’ve just hallucinated. you’re so stressed from yesterday’s events that you’ve started hearing things. or maybe you’re still asleep in your bed at home. or maybe you’re dead. because there’s no way hao would ever give you his beloved rosin.

“let me just get it out of my case,” he says, bending down to the ground and opening up his very expensive violin case. you walk over to him slowly, partly because you don’t believe him and partly because you’re starting to worry something is terribly wrong with him.

“hao, are... are you feeling okay?” you ask, stepping back into the storage closet and watching as he pulls out a fresh cake of premium rosin. it’s a box-shape with rounded edges and no plastic holder, the golden-brown hardened sap shining beautifully even in the dim light of the storage closet.

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

“i don’t see why you’d give this to me without a price,” you elaborate skeptically. “you don’t like me. you’re actively mean to me actually. it doesn’t make sense that you’d give me something you value without asking for anything in return. i mean, you couldn’t even randomly choose to cover for me during rehearsal without demanding a thank you after.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“we have a deal,” hao affirms with a stupid, perfect smirk. he closes the gap between you, holding out the rosin in his palm. when you try to take it from him, he retracts his hand. “i’ll take the thank you first actually.”

“sure,” you agree, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... i think you could use some rosin.”

“what do you—” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and a sudden draft hits your heat as your panties are shoved to the side beneath your skirt. the air leaves your lungs as long, thin fingers dip through your folds and squeeze something cold and smooth inside of you.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “i think that might help your tone.”

“y-you... did you...” you stammer as you gawk at the boy in front of you. your cheeks are beet red at the violation of your sex. you’re in such shock that all you can whisper is, “you can’t put that in... there.”

“an instrument should be well cared for,” he challenges, sinking to his knees and running his hands up and down your bare thighs. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved a foreign object up you without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he backs you against the wall of storage units exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. you step out of them without a word. he lifts your right leg over his shoulder, bringing your cunt closer to his face as he holds your hips steady.

he licks a stripe starting just above your opening to your clit as if he wants to taste every inch of you. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his fingers grip into your hips. “definitely needs more rosin.”

he dives back in, lapping at your cunt— tongue flicking your bundle of nerves as your arousal builds. you must’ve fallen into an alternate dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips but all of your worries aren’t eased just yet.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, starting to feel a bit dizzy. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects in between sloppy traces of his tongue. “the average internal temperature of a vagina is 37.5 degrees.”

“but—”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao ridicules, biting gently at your clit. you throw your head back at the sensation as he increases the pressure of his tongue against you. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

“hao,” you beg, his slander just adding to the pleasure you’re feeling as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. he parts your entrance with his fingers, the cake of rosin slipping out into his palm with a crude, wet smack. you both stare at the golden brown block, still perfectly intact but now dripping in your arousal. he drags it down the inside of your thighs, mesmerized by the trail of glistening honey it leaves on your skin. “mm, coated perfectly now.”

he drops the rosin on the floor next to you, replacing the empty space in your pussy with his ring and middle fingers. you gasp at the stretch, clenching involuntarily around him.

“i think you’re ready to play,” hao decides, curling his fingers up inside of you against your front wall and pressing on your clit with his thumb. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

you do as he says, moaning as the pads of his fingers press into your sweet spot again. with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of his finger-fucking. it’s all too much for you to handle, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

you can barely hold yourself up, clinging to the shelves on either side of you as hao works you through your high. your breathing returning to normal, he looks up at you as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy— lips pink and glistening with your juices.

he removes your right leg from around his shoulder, eyes locked with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“yeah, sure,” hao replies dismissively. after making such a big deal about a thank you, it figures he’d pretend he never cared in the first place. “clean off that rosin and use it next week or i’ll tell professor ahn you stole it from me.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

he just shrugs, walking over to the door and picking up his violin case. unlocking the door and pushing it open, he takes a few steps out the door before suddenly stopping in his tracks. he turns over his shoulder to look at you. “i almost forgot to ask...”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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gender neutral version below

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: hand/oral (reader receiving), throat fucking with fingers (reader receiving), dubcon: hao does not have consent before inserting fingers into reader's mouth, reader is turned on by this, cum play, bullying.

IF YOU WANT TO COVER YOUR ROSIN IN CUM, YOU CAN I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU but from everything i've read in research for this fic, it will ruin it so maybe don't. up to you tho, babe. love you.

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on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black chair, propping your sheet music booklet up onto your music stand. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides your lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

and why did it still feel so good?

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happens during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

it must be some weird, new power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“sure,” you agree with a sigh, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... maybe your bow needs some rosin.”

“you already know it does! what are you even talking—,” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and two long, thin fingers are pushed inside of your mouth.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “a thorough coat to get that perfect sound.”

he cups your jaw with his free hand as he shoves his fingers further into your mouth. you gag slightly as he approaches the back of your throat, your cheeks turning beet red at the violation of your body.

“an instrument should be well cared for,” hao says as he removes his fingers from your lips, unbuttoning your jeans as he guides you to sit down in a black music chair. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved his fingers down your throat without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he sinks down between your legs exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your jeans, tugging at them until you finally lift your hips up wordlessly. he discards your underwear next, chuckling sardonically at your continued state of silence.

his lubricated fingers ghost over you, leaving a trail of your own saliva up and down your sex. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his free hand grips your thigh— fingers digging into the soft flesh. “definitely needs more rosin.”

hao pulls your hips closer to him, taking you into his mouth— swirling and sucking at your heat with his tongue. you must’ve fallen into another dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips.

“hao,” you beg, pleasure building as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. “maybe you can even learn something from how i’m playing you. everyone would appreciate that, huh?”

the patronizing insult makes you throb, another whimper falling out of you. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to you, sucking at your most sensitive part with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of hand. it’s all too much for you to handle, your core beginning to spasm.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

hao pulls out the cake of rosin from his back pocket as he works you through your high, bringing it between your legs and covering it in your release. your breathing slowly returning to normal,he runs the sticky rosin down each of your inner thighs.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, both hypnotized and concerned. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects as he coats the rosin in more of your fluids. “your body temperature is 37 degrees.”

“but—.”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao baits, licking up the last remnants of your orgasm for himself. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

his eyes lock with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare up at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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withered-blossoms · 6 months

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(Withered-Blossoms) SAGAU Scheming Creator! Reader Imposter AU Part 5

A/N: First and foremost, this AU is by @sena-shi

I do not own this series, nor the idea.

Secondly, I absolutely love this series, it is amazingly written and I would highly recommend checking it out to those who haven't. Third, after reading part 4, I suddenly had a tiny bit of inspiration and I wanted to try writing my version of part 5 of it (this will not affect the original author in writing part 5 of the series, worry not).

Edit: The original author has given me her consent to write my version of this series, admittedly I should have dm'ed her beforehand, and I will never make this mistake again.

Also this is not proofread, so apologies for some typos/spelling mistakes. The word count is 3878 words or so Google Docs says.

Anyways, enjoy :DDDD

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If every year of not being graced with your divine presence acts as a tiny blade that cuts a fibre of the impossibly thin thread known as Zhongli's sanity, then seeing you allowing these.....unworthy, mortal commoners to bask in the holy light you radiate would be the pair of scissors that snips the thread in half.

How dare they, when those foolish mortals are unable and consequently have not worshipped you for thousands of years, flit around you like the pesky flies they were? How dare they, not having devoted their entire being, their entire life, their existence's purpose to you, drink up your attention so hungrily? How dare they take the place that belonged, rightfully so, to him and only him when what they have done for you are nothing but specks of dust compared to the glorious acts he carried out in your name?

So why were you choosing to stay with them? When they have done nothing worthy of your grace? Why were you looking at him with a gaze that carried the heavy disappointment and disapproval that you never voiced? Zhongli does not understand, and neither do the adepti now standing beside him in a neat, uniform line, waiting for their archon's commands.

You find it amusing though. One would think that for someone who has lived for so long like Zhongli, he would be an expert at hiding his emotions and maintaining that mask of cool, indifferent politeness that he took pride in. And yet look at him now, losing that ability and reverting back to a child who knows not about keeping emotions from twisting their features into an ugly snarl.

Ganyu, on the other hand, looked pale and regretful. Under normal circumstances, should such a look appear on a face as pretty as Ganyu's, anyone else would have gone soft and thrown in the towel. But yet that sight filled your heart with this twisted sort of satisfaction. The desire for them to beg and grovel at your feet for forgiveness was thinly veiled behind a mask of betrayal and shock, and you were starting to find it hard not to let your eyes crinkle from the smirk threatening to curve your lips.

Not now, you reminded yourself, it's not the time for your facade to shatter.

And Xiao, your sweet, sweet child, who also happens to be the one responsible for the wound scabbed over on your leg. He, who was so persistent on making sure you were unable to escape, could not even look at your eyes now, amber orbs choosing to lock onto their targets instead. He couldn't bring himself to check your form, not when the chance of your bloody bandages catching his attention was so great.

After all, Rex Lapis needs his finely-honed weapon to carry out his commands now, and he couldn't break down in front of his divine creator. He's already shown such a horrifying part of him to you, one that slaughtered and knew nothing else, he would really go insane if you started fearing his more unsightly sides.

You would have applauded Morax and his little clique for the entertaining display of emotions had the boat not started to rock even more. It truly was a shame that they did not take up Sichuan Opera face-changing; they would have done so well even without the masks.

Meanwhile, Beidou was busy commanding the crew and making preparations for a possible tsunami, and Kazuha was ready to scoop you into his arms and bring you under deck. You, however, were not willing to miss this act, and thus stopped him by placing a hand over his. Temporarily ignoring how he froze up and blushed, you turned to the defenders of Liyue.

You could tell that the only reason why Zhongli kept up the intensity of the earthquake was because Xiao or the Cloud Retainer would immediately pluck you out of the ship before it was swallowed by the massive waves, but would you really just let yourself be taken to Liyue like this? Before even seeing the famed Inazuma? Of course not, after all you still had to see how Raiden Shogun, the one you personally raised alongside Zhongli, would react after seeing your face.

Choosing to let the winds carry your seemingly heartbroken words to their ears, you muttered, "Are you.....here to capture me? Is Liyue really unable to tolerate my existence?" And oh how much delight their flinches brought, especially the one coming from the ever-composed Geo Archon. Upon hearing your words, the group dropped to their knees, the seabed stilling as apologies and pleads spilled from their lips.

Beidou and her crew on the other hand though, you really got to give it to them. As if sensing your intentions to leave quickly, they took the chance to sail away as quickly as possible, with the winds guiding the ship. And of course, you were not going to let their efforts go to waste, choosing to keep the crazed adepti at bay with your sorrowful words.

"I've already given you my word to stay out of your sight, Morax. I apologise for breaking my promise to you, and if Liyue wishes so, I will disappear here and now. However, if you are still willing to listen to me, then I wish not for any harm to befall on these kind souls." You sighed, motioning to the Alcor's crew.

You weren't dumb; you could practically see the sparks forming from their clashing gazes. Beidou and Kazuha's were filled with hatred— disdain, even— and the adepti's a beautiful mix of hesitation and jealousy. What a wonderful sight it was, seeing the high and mighty adepti almost grovelling at your feet, and watching them struggle internally between their twisted desires and your commands.

The quirk of your lips was getting harder and harder to hide even behind your veil, and you had to turn your head before you burst out laughing at their foolish attempt at redemption.

But even the turn of your head was planned, not that they needed to know anyways. You know their rotten brains will just automatically decipher this action as a small try to hide your disappointment. Adding the facts that Zhongli had made you cry and Xiao had wounded you personally into the equation, the tides would no doubt turn to your favour.

Seeing how Zhongli's grip on his weapon tightened then loosened, you knew you had won the bet. He could only keep his head down low and motion for the adepti to retreat while stilling the earth, though his burning gaze stayed on your form until The Alcor all but disappeared into the horizon. He simply couldn't risk you leaving Teyvat for good, not when he finally had you in his grasp, and so he will wait patiently for the right time, just as he had for the past thousands of years.

"It is time for our divine grace to take back their throne." He muttered, the adepti bowing when they realised what his words entailed. He knew they would not run their mouth in front of the others; this was a matter only for the adepti to know. Not long after, Zhongli was left alone, the others returning to their posts and duties. He watched as the Alcor gradually disappeared from his sights, vowing that he would bring you back no matter what.

And with that grand finale, you finally left Liyue.

The journey to Inazuma was relatively pleasant, save for the terrifying thunderstorms at the lower-half of the trip. But eventually the ship docked, and you saw that familiar teleport waypoint where you once met the capable and friendly housekeeper named Thoma, except that he was nowhere to be seen this time. Oh well, it does not matter, he is probably at the Kamisato estate, waiting for his Lord's commands as usual. What was more important was playing your part as the kind and benevolent creator, and so you turned to the crew and smiled sweetly, thanking them for getting you to Inazuma safely with as much sincerity as you could muster to make it more convincing.

Travelling along the streets, without a friendly local guide this time, you could not help but subtly glance around. From the game, you always knew how the locals here treated foreigners, but experiencing it yourself turned that knowledge into the understatement of the year. It wasn't just overcharging you to a ridiculous degree; there were also the stares that never seemed to leave your figure and the whispers that revolved around you as if you were the eye of a tornado.

But it matters not. As long as they don't stop you from "vacationing" in this gorgeous nation, then you won't pay any mind to their actions.

However, this time the plot happened faster. You had no idea just how The Shogun managed to grasp the news of a fake creator being present when she was so....closed-off from the world, but clearly she had some amazing news sources. The streets were filled with even more patrolling officers than you recalled, and even the people on the streets had taken to scattering when the Doushin came around.

Well, this was clearly not a good time to be a foreigner huh? Because a Doushin was already heading your way, and in a condescending tone had asked for your identity, or any documents related to it. You did not have any, though this time even Kazuha could not save you with his smooth-talking, which in fact seemed to annoy the officer more.

Instead, the officer reached out to remove your veil, but Kazuha wasn't going to let him. Half because he knew you were going to get taken away, and the other half was due to the slight possessivenes swirling in his chest. Why should he have to let other people be graced by your beauty and light?

Although shielding you from the guard did seem to wear his patience thinner than the thread that made up Zhongli's sanity.

Sensing Kazuha's worry when the officer roughly grabbed your arm to take you away, you slyly patted the back of his hand and shook your head, putting on a comforting smile and whispering for him to go back to the Crux.

Despite his initial hesitation, you knew he'd listen to you anyways. After all, he couldn't fight the Doushin here and risk getting his kind, caring and benevolent creator injured or even exposed here could he?

Hence he retreated, hungrily drinking up your sweet smile as you were dragged away. He feared that this might be the last time he'll ever see of you and so he did his best to engrave the soft and beautiful curve of your lips into his memory as he went back to find Beidou.

You, on the other hand, weren't too worried. After making sure you had fooled Kazuha with a convincing smile, you opted to follow the guard instead. He was essentially your one-way ticket to the Raiden, so why not? Even though you would have to be thrown into a prison cell, you supposed that it wouldn't be the worst thing on Earth.

In the end, you will be the one seeing their arrogance and triumph morph into an amusing combination of regret and desperation anyways, and you certainly weren't in a rush to speed up the process.

".....Is this the order of The Shogun?" You asked, knowing that he most likely weren't going to give you an answer, but you still have to keep up the role, which was as fake as they had deemed your identity to be. So, you let out a seemingly self-mocking chuckle.

"First Mondstadt, then Liyue, and now Inazuma. It would seem that I am truly not wanted by my children. But at least they look happy and content. After all, even baby birds leave their nests one day...."

Muttering to yourself, you didn't miss the slight flinch from the officer, though it only earned you his panic, hidden behind a harsh shove into your cell once he's done reporting to his higher-ups.

"Do not act like you're the real creator, Their Grace may be forgiving and benevolent, but we certainly will not be merciful."

He snorted and walked off. Good lord, you have never seen anyone as arrogant as that. And of course you weren't complaining, it just makes their begging afterwards more.....satisfying, wouldn't you agree?

That doesn't make your time in the cell any more pleasant though, seeing how they saved the worst one for you.

You didn't have to wait long though, since it only took an hour or two before Kujou Sara was standing before you, peering down at your curled up form as if you were the most repulsive being she's ever laid her eyes on.

Instead, she settled for ordering the guards to free you from confinement and had them escort you while she lead the way to the Shogun's residence. Sara spoke not a word to you as usual, and you busied yourself with looking around subtly while keeping your head low to mask your lack of fear. The scenery was more beautiful than what you had seen in game; the colours were more vivid, and even the lavender melon that hadn't looked appetising were practically tempting you to take a bite out of their orchid bodies. Unfortunately, you didn't get to take in the beautiful view a little longer, for they had already brought you into the Tenshukaku.

It would seem that Raiden is eager to meet you, seeing how swiftly her subordinates dragged you to the Tenshukaku. Upon entering the room, your eyes landed on the puppet sitting serenly on her throne, eyes closed and meditating. Hah, what a nice facade to disguise the anger practically radiating off of her.

You weren't scared though. After all, even dogs don't bite the hand that feeds them, and you could easily take back everything you've ever graced them with.

Thus, 'long time no see, my strongest battery.' was your first thought, though you could not let that spill past your lips. Hence, you let out a small but sweet smile and mumbled in the sweetest voice you could let flow from your vocal chords.

"How have you been, Ei?"

The archon in question slowly opened her eyes, elegant and refined as always. Although, from the fury burning in her purple irises alone, you could already tell that she wanted your existence to cease, and that if it weren't for the fact that the creator had asked to bring you back alive, you feared she may have slashed you with her elemental burst right here and now.

You could sense how the Doushin and Sara froze upon hearing you address their archon by her real name. However, before Sara could reprimand you, a look from Raiden sent them bowing and leaving the room. And now, it was just you and her.

You were just wondering why she demanded to meet you alone when a thought popped up in your brain — could it be that because she couldn't execute you personally without the other archons present, she wishes to hurt you in a non-lethal way instead? Seeing the confirmation in the lilac eyes you once found beautiful, you almost let out a snort. My my, who knew that the almighty Raiden Ei was actually such a sadist?

You refused to let her hurt you though. How dare they hurt the actual divine being who had given them life and created this beautiful world for them to live in for a mere phony? How dare they give you scars just because they were too ignorant to see who's the real deal?

With that in mind, you raised your eyes to meet hers, yours ever so subtly showing the galaxies they hold, and hers slowly filling with slight confusion when she noticed the depth of your orbs. It did not hinder her from holding her precious sword to your neck though, so you cut her off before she could speak.

"You mentioned that when we meet, you wished for us to enjoy some tricolour dango together along with the finest tea you have. It is such a shame that we had to meet like this." You smiled, keeping your gaze and voice level as you took in every change in her expression from suspect, to shock, to disbelief and finally distrust.

"....I do not know how you dug up that information. It matters not, for that only applies to their Grace. You are but an imposter who is undeserving and yet seeks to take over the throne, and I shall not be deceived so easily. Since their Grace is too kind to the likes of you, I will take it upon myself as their loyal devotee to punish you for your atrocious attempt."

Before she could lift her blade, you grabbed it with a hand. You thanked the high heavens that it was as sharp as you hoped it to be, since you did not have to dig the blade too deeply into your skin for your blood to show. You weren't willing to leave scars because of their foolishness after all, and God knows that those maniacs would be more delighted knowing that they had marked you in some way, albeit under less ideal circumstances.

The two of you watched as the ichor slid down your arm before one, two, three drops of it splattered onto the pristine white clothing you had. It shimmered an ethereal gold before being absorbed, and Raiden had finally gone still for once. You could almost hear the non-existent gears turning in the puppet's head, where a brain was supposed to be, and before you could react, she had gently removed your injured hand from her blade and tossed the sword aside.

Kneeling before you, she fretted over your injury while keeping her head low as Zhongli and the adepti had, desperately trying to heal you. Frantic apologies flowed from her lips like a river, and she panicked slightly more when she noticed that you were still bleeding. She was selfish, not wanting others to know about your existence, but your well-being and health eventually won the mental debate taking place in the puppet's head.

"Your grace, I did not realise it was you. My sincerest apologies for being ignorant, and I am aware of how unworthy I am to touch you but I beg of you, do let me heal your injuries before you decide to take your anger out on me." Having said that, she called for Sara to bring a medical kit, and the lady swiftly came in worth one in her hand. She showed neither shock nor regret as she helped the Shogun patch up your hand, though you supposed that it was only normal considering the number of years she's had in learning how to keep her emotions from showing on her face.

Huh, even a short-lived mortal is more capable than long-lived archons in this aspect.

You were tempted to stay and see how Ei and Inazuma would react and repent for their sins, yet the beginnings of an earthquake warned you to leave quickly. Your time in the Tenshukaku was almost up, so you quickly grabbed a brush and paper and left a note for a certain angy dragon. Or maybe it was an angy Teyvat, you didn't know. Just in case it was the former though, you could only hope that a note would prevent the people of this gorgeous nation from being decimated.

'Morax, I wish not for the citizens of Inazuma to face your wrath. With that, I hope you spare them from death and suffering alike.'

The note was short and sweet, as you had liked. There was nothing else to say to him anyways, so you rolled up the paper and turned to Ei, placing it into her hands.

"If you wish for your people and nation to live on, pass this to Morax if he arrives. Do not fight, your people should take priority. I'm terribly sorry for ruining your eternity, but it seems that you are favoured by luck itself, for my time is up." You lifted the corners of your lips into a gentle curve as you patted her hand.

You really were too kind, so benevolent and so bright that Ei could not believe her eyes nor ears. Her people watched and talked about you behind your back, dragged and tossed you into the filthiest cell they had, and she herself had injured you personally. She wanted to make it up to you, to proceed and lavish you in the best luxuries Inazuma, no, Teyvat could provide. She did not want you to be absent from her side, so why was it that even though you were in her hold now, it seemed like you would disappear any second?

What did she have to do to make you stay? Did you want her heart? Her head? Or should she injure her hand the way she had injured you? Tell her, what did you want from the Raiden Shogun? She would give you everything and anything, from her eternity to the stars in the sky. So why? Why did you still want to leave? Why not stay with her for eternity?

Seeing the crazed looks in those purple orbs, you removed yourself from her tightening grasp and avoided her attempts to hold onto you to ensure your stay. You still had to visit either Sumeru or Watatsumi Island anyways, and being held in captivity was not a price you were willing to pay. You knew that she could and would easily pull you into her consciousness, and you sincerely did not want to live your life there.

Reminding yourself that, your eyelids fluttered shut and you let the wisps of power engulfing you take you away, finding yourself in front of the Alcor again. Technically speaking, you also did owe the crew an explanation for your sudden disappearance and some reassurance, the sudden hug from Kazuha only proving you right. Even though you weren't close to him or Beidou, you still felt a little guilty when you realised that he was shaking.

To make it up to him, you patted his back and offered Beidou to join in on the hug, which she appeared to accept begrudgingly but you knew better, especially from the way her shoulders sagged in relief. Once they had both calmed their nerves, you ushered them back to work. Despite them questioning your next destination, you knew it would be impractical for them to sail to the other nations with you, and teleport waypoints were a godsend. You told the two that, and as disappointed as they were to not be able to accompany you, they still respected your wishes unlike a certain duo, possibly trio, which you greatly appreciated.

Hence,for the first time since arriving in Teyvat, you gave your first genuine smile, making Kazuha swoon internally and Beidou turn away in order to hide her burning cheeks. You were very well aware that the archons could possibly see this, though you weren't worried. In spite of the lightning flashing in the background and the rumble of the earth, you knew that they wish not to end up in your bad books just for a few mortals. Having confirmed the safety of the people who had helped you, you could finally retreat to your room on the ship and decide your next destination.

Now, where should you grace with your presence next?

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fleuntet · 1 year

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once more to see you

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

summary: you’re an anomaly, and despite comments from others miguel decided to have you stay. but eventually the two of you had to face reality of your situation.

warnings: not a sexual relationship between him and the reader, more of a father-daughter relationship!

the last thing you considered he would be doing was this — sending you home. a known anomaly roaming around a dimension that wasn’t there’s was enough to consider you as a threat but there was something about you that miguel couldn’t have you go through that machine.

maybe it’s because you reminded him of her, his daughter. maybe it’s because for the first time in a long time you made him smile, you made him…feel whole again.

miguel should’ve let you go home from the start. it was a selfish act, trying to keep you here for his own personal interest. but he couldn’t help himself. he longed for his daughter for so long that you were what he needed at his times for desperation.

you were soft, gentle, everything that made you you made him think of her.

he should let you go home from the start. but because of his stupid mistake, you were now left to face the consequence — a heartbreaking betrayal.

“miguel?” you shouted out as the machine clawed you, gripping into your skin as you attempted to fight back. “miguel, you can’t do this. miguel, por favor. por favor!”

your voice, the sound of it, was so loud and clear, it made his heart hurt with every second that you cried out to him. he knew you felt it too — the bond between the two of you, one that could’ve been so easily breakable if he did the right thing.

but now he had to listen to your painful cries. he couldn’t bear them if he was honest.

and no matter how much he wanted to console you as he departed you away, his face remained heartless and cold. “i have to.” he muttered.

you shook your head frantically, tears welding up in your eyes. how could he do this? how could he suddenly make you go back home after all the time you have spent with one another? as hurtful as it was, you were oblivious to the reality that surrounded you.

death was waiting for you back home, something that was inevitable, that should’ve been inevitable seen so clear to be inevitable to miguel from the first day he had you here. you were an anomaly. nothing more, nothing less.

pushed into the center of the machine, it started to confine you, and still like a small child, you cried out to him, begging for him to take you back. “you don’t!” you shouted through the deafening wiring of the machine. “listen to me, you don’t have to do this.”

and it almost felt like you gave up with the small whisper you let out in the end. “do you even realize what happens when i go back?”

he did. he was the who showed you before shoving you into his machine. reality had hit the both of you.

gritting his teeth, miguel stared into your eyes as you stared into his. although his words were cold, his eyes began to reveal a different emotion. “and it has to happen.” he said, reminding himself.

you frowned at his response.

“you don’t belong here.”

looking away from you, it cracked your heart into pieces as he could make this decision and not even look at you in the final moments you had together. you couldn’t imagine, ever, that this would be how it ended. when you first arrived here you were scared of the unknown, but with your time with miguel, everything changed.

you saw him as something you didn’t have. and for that same reason he had to let you go. he couldn’t let himself make the same mistake twice.

“lo siento,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

you shook your head, refusing to let him think that this was a good thing. “si realmente lo lamentaras, no harías esto.” (if you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be doing this) before you he could look back at you, shocked at your words, the machine had built its cage around you. engulfing you, you could feel yourself floating for a brief minute before everything brightened against your vision.

(x)

fluttering your eyes open, your body ached against the cold concrete floor. wincing, you pushed your upper body up, closing your eyes in pain for a minute. through the silence that surrounded you, you could only hear your loud heaving pants that you let out. “fuck…” you breathed out.

that’s when panic began to strike you as you realized you were not immediately dead. that could only mean one thing — you didn’t have much time left.

looking up, the only thing that you managed to make out that was surrounding you was tall buildings in which the edges slipped out water. that’s when you felt rain caress your body, a smooth and relaxing feeling compared to the your aching body.

your breathing began to come quicker, hitching every now and then. “no,” you whispered. “no, no, no!” you looked down at your hand. no watch.

if you had the strength, you’d cry out. but with all the crying and fighting back a few minutes ago, there was barely any strength in you left.

godammit, i lost the watch, you cursed at yourself.

regret filled your conscious. you should’ve never thought so highly of him, a man you knew deep inside was just another selfish and cruel man. as your mind collapsed all the memories that you two had of each other, nothing could prepare you for the sudden appearance of what would cause your death — goblin.

“i was starting to think you ran away from me.” his mocking tone of words sent a chill going through your spine. knowing your situation, you knew there was no escaping this. if this is what he thought was important, what else could you do? he left you here. abandoned you.

(x)

returning to his office, miguel couldn’t seem to shake off the guilt that filled with every bone. to his daughter, he only wanted what was best for her, he wanted to give her the world, and he hopes she knew that, although that he was the reason that she died.

hope came back when he first saw you. with you he felt like he could see his little daughter again. he felt happy. something he so desperately wanted. and he wished he could keep that.

“lyla?” he called out. in a matter of seconds, she appeared along his shoulder.

“yeah?”, her tone was soft compared to the other times she would be called for. despite her comments as to how you shouldn’t have ever stayed, she knew miguel inside and out, and so she knew that this decision was a hard one for him to make.

staring at his screen, the one image he would always go back to stared at him back. taunting him almost. he couldn’t help but his feelings absorb him as tears were threatening to be released. sighing, he asked, “is it always gonna be the same outcome?”

“there’s a slight possibility. a fifty six percent, more or less.”

clenching his teeth, he pulled himself together. you were hope to him. to him, you gave him hope. he wasn’t stuck in a dream anymore, you were his reality. and if there was a chance, a small chance that he could fix his wrongs, for the two of you he would.

“give me her coordinates. now.”

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’ hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’ hara angst #spideraman 2099 angst

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sapphic-woes · 1 year

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When You Met Her pt. 5

A/N: Five chapters? Inconsistency who? Anyways, thank you all for the wonderful comments! Plz remember that encouragement, rather than demanding for more is much better though! MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1k AO3 Link

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You think it’s an odd question, considering it has nothing to do with you.

Bonds. You know it’s a fantasy. Didn't stop many omegas from whispering about it when your owners aren't around though. But you know better than to allow yourself that luxury. In the brothel the walls had ears, and you rarely saw the same omega dream about getting out of that hellhole twice. Yourself included.

“...Yes.” You stiffly mumble the response, “I know.” Viktor studies you, letting your lack of elaboration fill the room with silence. Sevika doesn’t speak either, and the heavy quiet eats away at what little calm you have. Fidgety, you protectively rub the back of your neck. Viktor’s gaze follows the movement, bright amber eyes sharply widening.

“Your neck.” You wince, shrinking into yourself as the doctor takes a step forward, “those scars…y/n did they…did they try to–”

Like a useless, rusty gate, your words slip past your lips before you can rein them in.

“I was wrong.” You grind the words out like bitter sulfur on your tongue. The room is becoming thick with emotions. It's stifling. It makes you want to run, yet you stay in place instead. Nothing good ever comes from running.

Viktor’s scent is sour, so potent you nearly gag, but that's not what scares you.

Sevika burns.

Her anger flows in disrupted waves. It’s an unpredictable tide threatening to pull you under. Instinct tells you to hide your nape. To curl up and protect it at all costs. Experience tells you such actions are useless. You’re going to be told each and every last bit of your mistakes, whether you liked it or not.

“I know. It won’t–it w-won’t happen. I know now. I know that n-now.” Your words are feverish, and shamelessly desperate. Your nails dig into your knees hard, and you nearly draw blood. You wish you did.

At the very least, it would pull you out of these memories. It wasn’t as if you’d never imagined being one of those rare omegas that had an equally rare, bonded alpha. However, you were quickly shown the consequence of it.

Now, they were a useless endeavor.

“It can’t happen to pr-property. I was wrong. I k-know that now so please…” There was a time you’d whispered those hopes aloud, but there were no secrets in the brothel. No way to know who wasn’t listening in on your foolish words…and no hesitation to crush them either.

“Bonds…" Your mind feels like a blank slate. The air is polluted. A single breath is a sea of emotions, yet you don't even flinch. Numbness creeps into your head, and all you can focus on is making them understand.

"Bonds aren’t for…omegas like me. A-an item for public use can't suddenly become exclusive. I know I am not v-valuable enough for that. I promise.” The words are branded on your lips. They pass listlessly under your breath as though rehearsed. You aren't greedy. You know your place.

You know the kind of omega you are.

“No one…is going to do that here. To think that happened to you for so long…” Viktor’s voice is tight. It’s strained as though it's a dam holding back a flood. It confuses you enough to look up, yet you’re still nervous, unable to meet Viktor’s solemn gaze. Instead you focus on his throat, watch it bob up and down in a painful swallow. A frail looking thing just like yours.

Only then did you notice the edges of his own scars at the curves of his neck. Too familiar to be a coincidence. Too many to have just been an accident. You know it's not a simple punishment. You know it's something particularly cruel owners do. Yet this doctor that seems completely separate from your world has them. Abruptly, you look up.

Viktor is faraway. You can tell those amber irises are distant. Seeing a memory, or perhaps a fragmented scene. The lingering ghost of his scars.

Somehow the gaze is familiar. It’s empty and vast, much too deep to understand. You’ve seen faces in the brothel like that. Or at least, similar ones. A bit of it you recognize. It's hollow, it's barren. But it blooms with a delicate, ebbing light. An emotion that vanished from omegas towards one another the longer they stayed in the brothel. One you forgot could ever be directed at you.

The omega's sad. Sad for what you lost.

“It doesn’t even…” Viktor takes a sharp, wavering breath. You’re so focused on Viktor, you don’t realize Sevika's walking out of the room until the door shuts.

Oh no. Though she’s gone, her anger lingers. It’s strong enough it’s like she's still here. She must care about the value of an omega’s nape, and obviously, you disappoint her. Will she throw me away?

Sevika is nicer than most alphas, and kindness, it seems, serves better to make you obedient than fear. You want to please her. She doesn't hit you, at least not yet she has, and you hope to keep it that way. You like this whole not hitting thing. She smells nice too. She smells like goodness.

Sevika is an alpha. But sometimes she makes you feel safe. Like there's nothing about her to actually fear.

You wonder what to make of that.

However, now she knows that the back of your neck is dirty. Gross with jagged marks. What will happen to you? You wonder if Viktor reassures you simply because there's no point in decreasing your worth even further.

“Sorry. Other than that I’m not spoiled, I swear. M-my holes are fine, and I’ve got no diseases, a-and I can take shimmer, no bad trips. I um, I-I’ve been told I’m good at it. I don’t need a lotta rest and don’t need much food. W-water too–”

“Y/N. You haven’t been brought here for that. You won’t be doing that again. Ever.” Viktor interrupts you. His voice hurts. At least, it sounds like it's hurting him. As if to ease the pain, he slowly speaks.

“Them abusing your nape doesn’t make you “spoiled.” Neither does it mean you can’t have a bond. There’s no way to make an omega unable to have a claim or a bond. Trust me…” Viktor turns around, tugging down the collar of his shirt. Surely enough, it's covered in scars similar to your own, but what surprises you more is what mark on top covers it all.

A clear bite mark, smelling precisely of an alpha.

“Or else I wouldn't have been able to have this either, would I?”

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane sevika #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #jayvik #arcane viktor

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Fake dating iruma and Asmodeus and clara

What if we just fake it?

What a lot of young demons don't realise, is that there is a consequence to every action.

For example, when Iruma won the harvest festival alongside Lied, he was not aware that this would make demons give special attention, nor was he aware that he would be asked out left and right by all types of demons. Lied-kun may bask in such attention, but Iruma is simply Not Ready to deal with these things. As such, he spends most of his time at school hiding from everyone.

And Azz, when he won in the heartbreaker event, along with his noble vibes and his good looks, has captured the hearts of many demons, and without meaning to he became a regular heartbreaker in the school.

Clara, when she entered the betting pool disguised with a mustache and a pair of glasses, she did not realise that in order to not lose her allowance she needs to win her bet.

And so, the three demons were hiding in the garden under a tree, hoping that no one would find them there.

Iruma and Azz would occasionally share confused glances as Clara sat between, looking like she’s trying to find the solution to the world's biggest mysteries.

Soon, she tore her eyes from her lap, and with a determined look she nodded to herself.

"Azz-Azz!" "Hmm?"

"Iruma-chi!" "Ah! y-yes?"

She stood up infront of them, capturing their attention. Both her friends straightened up as they felt the gravity of what she was about to tell them.

She pointed at them, and loudly declared to them her wish

"Let's date!"

And that was the moment Iruma’s soul left his body.

"Stupi-! no," Azz stopped himself from his usual response because, no, this is a sensitive topic, and he doesn't want to hurt Clara like that.

"Clara, I must apologise to you, but I don't, I don't think I can reciprocate your feelings" Azz looked at his lap, trying to avoid his friend's gaze. Would she feel mad? Disappointed? Did he accidentally make her think he likes her? Did he lead her on without knowing, and now she-

"Reci-pro-cate? Wait, DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE NOT FRIENDS?!" Clara shrieked and ran to Azz's face. Is this it?! Is she losing her friends?

"Wha-No! We are friends! I just don't share any romantic feelings with you!" Azz could feel his face heat up. What is this idiot doing?! Suddenly saying she wants to go on a date and then mistaking his rejection with him abandoning their friendship!

"What romantic feelings?" Clara tilted her head, a look of pure confusion painted on her face.

That's when Azz felt his vein pop.

"C-clara," Iruma started, as his ever-growing confusion overcame the shock of Clara's sudden confession

"What did you mean when you said you wanted us t-to date?"

"Oh!" Clara exclaimed, and then her face turned serious once again

"I need to win the bet"

"?? What bet?"

"People keep betting who's gonna end up with Azz-azz! And no one bet for me! And Lied said if I gave them money and win I'll get more money so I can buy more stuff for us to play with! And I need the paint slime launcher 666 special blood edition"

"But what does that have to do with me?

"Well, Azz-Azz didn't like people confessing to him all the time, and Iruma-chi doesn't like all the attention on him, and I dont wanna be left out, so I decided!" She took a deep breathe, and with a very big smile on her face, Clara confidently announced

"As the love trio, we should date each other!" And with the way she looked at them, really how can they say no?

"I see, so you want us to pretend to date each other so you won't lose your money?"

"Exactly! Azz-Azz gets it"

"Ok, so it's only pretend. I can do that. What about you, Azz-kun?"

"You know I'll follow Iruma-sama wherever he goes"

"Alright, Clara. We're in!" And with that, Clara was overjoyed. She dragged her soulmates to play with her for the rest of the day. They had fun, as they always do, but they forgot one small thing they had to do.

They forgot to prepare for the next day.

The next day came, and the newly dating love trio stood in front of the school nervously.

How will they tell them that they're dating?

They didn't prepare for this, they didn't prepare at all. Is holding hands too much? Is it too obvious?? Should they even announce it or should they let the classmates figure it out???

These were all questions that were plaguing poor Azz-kun, but before he could voice any of his questions Clara opened the door and dragged Iruma excitedly, who in return dragged Azz albeit nervously.

Everyone looked at the entering trio, especially the over-excited ball of smiles that looked like she's about to burst.

"You look extra happy today, Clara" Ix commented

"Yes!" Clara proudly raised the hand that was holding Iruma’s and loudly annouced in the loudest voice

"We started dating!" Iruma, feeling absolutely flustered yet infected by Clara's excitement raised his other hand that was holding Azz's for all the class to see.

"Oh really? Congrats!" Lied beamed at them, before zooming behind Iruma and nudging him lightly,

"You gotta tell me how you got yourself two mates. And here I thought I'd find someone before you"

"Congratulations, guys. But I actually thought you were already dating"

"Same. Clara referred to the three of you as the love trio on girls night a couple weeks ago. I thought it was official"

And this was the class's general reaction. Congratulating them, teasing them about how they already acted like a couple before, asking the girls whether the boys can hang out with them sometimes (the answer is no. The girls need some safe space to openly complain about the boys without embarrassing them)

The whole situation confused Iruma and Azz. The wasn't a single face that screamed 'I lost a bet' but didn't Clara said this was for a bet?

"Hey, Clara," Iruma whispered "Didn’t you said there were demons betting?"

"Yup! The teachers are betting on who will end up with who!"

The whole classroom grew quiet at that. The teachers were betting on them?!

"Woah woah woah, since when do teachers bet on their student?! And our dating life?"

"Well, if I was a teacher, I'd bet with my colleagues over these things"

"But betting-"

"Is not allowed in school" Lied almost fell on Jazz from how quickly he tried to sit down. He was not ready for Kalego-sensei to just appear out of thin air like that!

"If I catch any of you engaging in such activities on school property, all your homework will be tripled for a week" Kalego said as he pointedly looked into Lied's eyes which was unfair. Jazz and Allocer always help him, and it's not like they're scamming people! (They are)

"Everyone, sit down so we can start" he ordered the rest of his students, but his eyes lingered on three certain demons who were giddily holding hands as they were moving to a table.

Hmm

"Clara-senpai!"

"Strow-chan!"

"Raim-sensei is asking to see you" Iruma and Azz flinched at this. A teacher wants to see Clara at lunch time, right after they've announced that they're going out.

This can't be good.

"Raim-sensei?! Let's go!" Before Azz even had a chance to warn her, Clara took Strow and hopped their way to Raim-sensei's office, asking her Kouhai a thousand questions on the way.

"I-it's ok," Iruma tried to console an anxiety riddled Azz "this was all her idea, I'm sure she'll do fine-"

"Iruma-kun? May you come to my office? There's something I'd like to talk to you about" a wild Balam-sensei appeared, requesting an attendance with Iruma.

And Iruma was sure that it's not about his dating life, or at least not about the bet. Balam-sensei is not the type of demon who would do something like that!

And so Iruma follow Balam-sensei to his office.

"Go ahead, Azz-kun! We'll meet you at our usual spot"

And Azz sighed in the empty corridor that he now stood in. He trusts his friends, he truly does, but he also acknowledges that they lack in certain skills. Skills that are usually used to deceive demons.

But he turned around, nonetheless, intent on going to their usual spot to wait for his friends there. Helping them will only make the teachers more suspicious, so the safest thing to do is to trust them.

Azz looked down the hall, and his eyes met Kalego-sensei's suspicious gaze.

"Baby-chan~ I heard you finally got the man you want, and an additional eye-candy~"

"Yes!"

"That's great, baby-chan! You've grown so much, but I have to be blunt here~"

"Does this sudden turn of events have anything to do with last week's bet?" Raim gave Clara a very pointed look, one that Clara averted her eyes from

"N-no?" Raim kept staring at Clara, her eyes never leaving her pupil

"Mhmm? Alright, I won't say anything. You can go back to playing with your boyfriends"

Raim giggled as Clara ran out of her office, looking equal parts nervous and excited

"*sigh* her eros just seem to keep going up everytime I see her. If this keep going on she may even surpass me!"

"Iruma-kun,"

Balam sat in front of Iruma, tea cooling on the table between them. He hates that he has to do this, but he feels foul play going on here.

He bet a lot of money on who Iruma will end up with. Shameful act, he knows, but he can’t lose like this.

"I heard you started dating? How are you adapting to demon courtship?"

"Ah, yes! Recently I started going out with Clara a-and Azz-kun. Clara has asked us yesterday, so we didn't really get any chance t-to do anything.

To be honest, I was very nervous when Clara asked, but I'm glad it's with them. I like hanging out with them, a-and to me, it doesn't matter whether we're dating or not. They're my soulmates, and I'll always be by their sides no matter what" Iruma beamed at Balam-sensei. He’s always happy whenever he gets a chance to talk with him. Whenever they talk, everything becomes so clear.

Balam looked at Iruma happily fiddling with his tea, still to hot for him to drink, and he felt something in himself melt. What's he doing? This silly bet isn’t what's important here.

What matters is Iruma, his student, and he's glad his kid found demons he could truly trust like this.

He wonders when he'd tell them about his nature.

"I'm glad to hear that, but!" Balam jumped out of his seat, scrambling to find the right books in his office before returning back to Iruma

"You need to learn about basic demon courtship! If you want to keep your secret, and also to prevent a lot of miscommunication that may lead to heartbreak, it's better to read these books on common courtship, and what’s normally expected of you as a partner!"

"Oh? Is demon dating different from human dating?" Iruma isn't sure. He knows Kerori and Gyari, but he isn't too sure whether they're dating or not.

"Of course! Different environments, Different cultures, so normally dating life would also be different!"

And that's how Iruma heard a thirty minute lecture on what the love life for demons is like. He truly admired how thoughtful and considerate Balam-sensei is to him, and as such took every word he said to heart

But only Balam knows the reason he's giving Iruma this lecture. It's because Balam wished someone taught him all of this when he was young and first entering the dating world.

Azz and Kalego were staring each other down, Both waiting to see who will crack first. They could've stood there for hours, but Kalego knew he was on a time crunch. Soon one of the other two troublemakers will come, and he wont be able to ask asmodeus his question.

So Kalego, regretfully, broke the silence

"Asmodeus,"

"Kalego-sensei."

"I thought you were asexual"

"And I thought you weren't the type to meddle in a student's dating life"

Kalego’s eyes narrowed, and he knew he lost here. So he continued walking past Asmodeus, and Azz did the same.

"..your homework is doubled"

"All the essays will include Iruma in small details as an example"

It's been so long since Kalego felt like he truly lost against someone. That is, until he met a certain insolent brat from the asmodeus family

"That's unfair!"

"Alright listen, I was half right, so naturally-"

"It's obviously rigged!"

"Alright, everyone!" Dali clapped his hands to get everyone's attention

"I understand that you're all upset, but someone has to lose. That's how betting works. Now, vlara Calac, correct?"

"Yes" replied a very obviously Clara with a very fake mustache

"Congratulations on winning the bet, mr. Calac"

"Thank you" Everyone watched in silence as "mr. Calac" took the envelope that held all their money and walked out of the teacher's office

"Dali, just why?"

"Hmm?"

"Why in Delkira's name would you do that?"

"Come on, guys. Just because you lost to mr. Calac, our new security guy, doesn't mean that you have to be such sore losers"

"Exactly!" Raim suddenly chimed in "we need to be a good example, especially to our newest staff member. We can't let him think that acting like that is an acceptable behaviour"

Sighs and whines engulfed the room, but everyone has pretty much accepted that there's no changing the results now.

"Dantalion, you're no longer in charge of the betting pool"

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik fanfic #iruma kun #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #azz asmodeus #alice asmodeus #clara valac #balam shichirou #raim sensei #xat being an idiot #and forgetting to tag

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Can I just say that I completely adore your blog!! Its nice to see someone defending alicent 🥰

I honestly feel disappointed that the show decided to potray rhaenyra as the mary sue character... I don't know if the show runners would eventually turn her story to one that is similar to daenerys or worse alternating what will happen in the end (maybe rhaenyra bones at the crypt is not really hers ?)

The reason why I supported alicent i guess cuz she has more substance and she understand the power play. Not like rhaenyra who depended on her daddy to save her and expecting people to follow just cuz she is the proclaimed heir. If she really want to become a queen, she should stop crapping out bastards and work on alliances that is benefited to her instead she just lounges around for her dad to die and expect people to be blind and follow her lead...

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my content, and yes, I adore Alicent and will defend her with my life.

The show has definitely taken away a lot of Rhaenyra’s substance and agency as a character.

It’s worth mentioning that Rhaenyra very much is politically incompetent. And that’s not totally her fault. The first half of her life she was unattached to any responsibility because she wasn’t the heir and her father had no expectations of her. And by the time she was named heir, Viserys had no idea how to raise her as a competent ruler. This is partially because Viserys is a terrible ruler and you can’t teach what you don’t know, and partially because he doesn’t know how to raise Rhaenyra any differently. They’ve had 15 years of a lax relationship, it’s hard to change and suddenly be strict and hold someone accountable when you’ve never cared before.

However, the show wants to have their cake and eat it too. They want to portray Rhaenyra as a girlboss but don’t want to have her be accountable for the bad things she does. There’s this tonal difference because she’s incompetent, doesn’t do anything to help herself, relies on her father or uncle/husband to solve her problems, and does bad things, but the show is always showing her to be a good and strong woman. Which she isn’t.

The show is so determined to have a girlboss character and feminist icon who’s standing up against the patriarchy of her world. But they don’t actually want to have her do anything to earn that place. She is never held accountable for her mistakes and they’re played off as “not a big deal”. She runs to her daddy (even when he’s sick and dying) to cover her ass and protect her from consequences. She has zero regard for her title as heir and her responsibilities. As an heir to the throne it is her responsibility to have indisputable, legitimate heirs to ensure the bloodline and succession is safe. This is a requirement for kings and queens. And she has so interest in ruling instead opting to fly off to dragonstone and have sex with her uncle. She doesn’t do anything. And it’s a shame because she could be so much more interesting if the show let her make mistakes and be a bad person.

The smart thing for Rhaenyra to do is to immediately begin branching out and forming alliances. Making deals to houses to make them part of the small council. She should’ve been learning politics, battle strategies, and learning her own positions so she has a clear goal for her reign. She also should have stayed in the KL and/or visited very frequently to shadow her father to get hands on experience. And most of all, Rhaenyra should’ve immediately gotten her father’s permission to rule in his stead while he is sick. This would mean that she would already be controlling the seven kingdoms and be based in KL. This foothold would’ve meant that by the time Viserys dies, she is firmly set as queen and has already been looked to as a ruler for years. But she doesn’t do that. She stays in Dragonstone and lets Alicent rule for her father.

People can try to paint Rhaenyra as someone who was overlooked because of sexism. But the reality is that she was overlooked because she offered absolutely nothing to her people and allies. It is 100% her incompetence, lack of accountability, and care that caused this.

And I agree. That’s why I like Alicent. Because she learned the game. She gained allies. She ruled in her husband’s stead. Alicent actually has agency and motives and does things. She is a real person you can understand and not just a character you have to root for because “feminism” or whatever.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #anti targaryen #anti rhaenyra #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black #alicent hightower #pro alicent hightower #team alicent #team green

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uptoolateart · 1 year

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Ladybug Never Makes a Mistake

So, a lot of us feel that Marinette / Ladybug can sometimes be too controlling, yes?? What divides us, maybe, is whether or not we forgive her for it. I’m on the side of forgiveness, and I want to explain why.

First, Marinette is only 14, and she has plenty of time to grow. We all did stupid things at that age, and even older than that.

But more than that - I think Marinette does what a lot of people do: she tries to control what she can, when it feels like the bigger things in her life are spiralling out of control. For all that Adrien gets called ‘perfect’, the true perfectionist is Marinette.

The worse things get, the more she takes charge. The Cat Blanc secret she’s keeping? She’s terrified of what will happen if she lets the cat out of the bag (I couldn’t resist). That plan to get Cat’s identity, in ‘Ephemeral’? Absolutely awful - but also, that was her feeling powerless under Su-Han’s threat balanced with her vows to Master Fu.

She’s always had this streak in her. Think of her as Marinette, needing to wear her lucky socks or orchestrating complex scenarios involving romantic carriages, just to tell a boy she likes him. It’s not ‘stalking’. More like if she can control all the variables, maybe she’ll get the outcome she wants. She’s terrified of the unpredictable...because she’s afraid she won’t know what to do with it and will make a mistake with huge consequences.

When she became Guardian, this tendency got so much worse - because the stakes were raised. The more pressure heaped on her shoulders, the more she tried to control things, so that she felt more able to cope with her new responsibilities. By the end of S4, when she had her breakdown, what we saw was her feeling totally out of control, with no idea what to do anymore. She needed Cat to step in and take control again, to give her the security she suddenly lacked.

In S5, I think we’ve seen a less controlling Ladybug. She’s not all the way there yet, but she’s definitely changed. When she gave Cat the rabbit miraculous, for instance, that was a moment of her letting go and giving away. That kiss in ‘Elation’ was her giving in to her feelings and letting loose. She finally allowed herself to have some fun. She then gave in to akumatisation - and while this obviously wasn’t good, it was her allowing herself to feel all the stress that had been piling up on her for so long.

What triggered all this was the loss of most of the miraculous. And here’s where it gets interesting. I think losing the miraculous was a blessing in disguise - the thing Marinette needed to teach her to let go. Significantly, this moment of loss leads her to admire Cat Noir...because he’s flexible. He’s strong like grass - he knows how to bend with the wind when the storm comes, and spring back up when stepped on.

There’s this Buddhist practice of creating beautiful mandalas (geometric designs) out of coloured sand sprinkled on the floor or a table. They will spend months on one picture. On completion, they destroy it with one swipe of the hand. And no, no one takes a photo first. It’s meant to be a lesson in impermanence - the fact that nothing is 100% secure and we can lose everything in the blink of an eye. Life is ephemeral. We need to be able to adapt.

If we think back to ‘Gamer 2.0′, Cat tells Ladybug she needs to enjoy playing. And at the end of the battle, what does he do? He lets himself fall. Just like he takes that leap of faith in ‘Lies’ - or as Adrien, in ‘Gorizilla’.

Cat Noir easily surrenders himself to the flow of life and has faith that, one way or another, it will all work out. While this attitude puts further pressure on Ladybug, we can see it as the opposite extreme to her. He lets go just as much as she holds on for dear life.

Don’t get me wrong. Symbolism aside, on a more practical level it’s good that in season 5 we’re seeing a more composed Cat Noir who values life and has faith in his own ideas and capabilities. But Ladybug / Marinette really needed to learn from him, too - and she’s still learning.

The end of ‘Strike Back’ was a good first step for her. She still has a way to go, but it’s all part of her character arc. I believe that as her confidence grows, her need for control will ease off. She’ll listen more to the input of others, as we are already starting to see. Ultimately, she will still be the one with a plan...but she’ll understand know that a plan isn’t always needed. Sometimes you just have to ride the waves and see where the current takes you.

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friendfromdsmp · 1 year

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Is it only my impression, or in Miraculous Chat Noir is allowed to critizice Ladybug, but Ladybug is not allowed to criticize Chat Noir?

I completely agree and I think a big part of that comes down to the way the way the writers view Marinette and Adrien respectively; Marinette is supposed to learn a lesson in every episode and as she’s always been the one actively trying to advance the love square before the writers are ready for that, she has to fail often and make a lot of mistakes that are often played for comedy by the writers and the characters around her (before we’re suddenly told we’re now making fun of her trauma which is bad but I digress) whereas Adrien has always been considered by the writers to be ‘perfect’ and ‘he’s not flawed - the world is’, with even the characters in-universe referring to Adrien as ‘perfection personified’ and such

As a consequence, Marinette is often portrayed as in the wrong, even when the universe bends over backwards to make it so, whereas Adrien can’t be criticised and thus becomes a bit of a stagnant character because perfection doesn’t allow room to grow

I think that the LadyNoir dynamic does allow for playful criticism between the pair, granting us Ladybug banter such as “I’m not interested in your poetry, but I do find your foolishness incredibly powerful!”, “Because [the Ladybug Miraculous] requires a sense of responsibility~?”, “I had it under control *smacks Chat’s head* but thanks”, etc etc

But beyond the obviously playful banter that Chat returns in spades constantly, there’s definitely a theme of Chat Noir consistently mucking about in battle, often leading to either himself or someone else getting incapacitated or some other reckless and/or generally unhelpful issue caused, Ladybug getting annoyed at him and Chat giving some retort to poke fun at or pacify her rather than addressing the issue at hand. I mean, the start of Reflekdoll is a perfect example; Ladybug is calling Chat Noir out on pulling a prank in the middle of battle that almost caused her Lucky Charm to fail, with Chat Noir simply joking around and calling her no fun and a stick in the mud. I get that he’s not gonna be the most responsible and focused constantly, neither of them are, they’re fourteen. But there’s a difference between a quick pun while fighting and a prank on your partner while she’s already running on less than five minutes before she transforms back, trying to focus on a very serious problem and the prank being enough to put their entire mission in jeopardy. Play about and joke around all you want, we don’t care if you screw around on the job, but make sure you don’t actively work against said job while you do it!

And then afterwards the pair have a bit of a personality swap as well now that they swap Miraculous, with Adrien as Mister Bug being forced to step up since he now has the Miraculous that, in the nicest way possible, requires hard work and effort to use, whereas Marinette as Lady Noire is now freed from that burden and can use the comparatively simplistic power of just tapping whatever she wants to destroy and watching it happen, the most effort she has to put in with that is simply getting close enough to the desired object in order to touch it without touching anything else between activating her power and using it. So of course Mister Bug, used to slacking off and playing about, is a little overwhelmed in a situation where he’s the strategist rather than the support while Lady Noire, still a little annoyed by their earlier discussion, was happy to actively reverse the roles, taking time to play about and make quips at Mister Bug’s expense. Even making a joke that wearing the Black Cat suit/being in Chat’s role is “a lot lighter on the shoulders”, aka making a jab at Chat never having a sense of responsibility and thus the ‘weight being lifted off her shoulders’ now that she’s taking over his end of the load

The fan reactions to this episode were very telling; a lot of people were saying that Lady Noire was being rude and unhelpful and cruel to Mister Bug, which is hilarious since they actively, verbally clarified multiple times in the episode that both heroes were starting to act like each other now that the roles were reversed; Lady Noire was now “wearing the clown costume” and no longer a stick in the mud like Chat Noir complained about while Mister Bug “doesn’t have a sense of humour” and is no longer playing around and not taking things seriously mid-battle like Ladybug complained about

If they were simply acting like each other, why was Lady Noire considered rude and unhelpful for joking around mid-battle whereas Chat Noir is praised for being funny and keeping Ladybug from burning herself out by providing a supposed outlet to stress? If you complain about one, you have to complain about the other, especially since Lady Noire was still helping; she kept explaining how the Lucky Charm worked even when Mister Bug ignored her to prove he knew how to do this better than an experienced, specifically-selected wielder, she helped him think through the Lucky Charm by placing herself in Mister Bug’s shoes and attempting to adapt to his own thought process rather than hers, she repeatedly defended him from attacks while he was struggling to work out the mirror and yo-yo, etc. For all her sarcasm and salty quips, there was never a point where she left Mister Bug high and dry to fend for himself or sat by watching and flirting leisurely while he did all the work

I know I’ve focused a lot on Reflekdoll here since this is the most blatant example of the issue (being that Ladybug was in the right to criticise Chat for risking the fight over a prank while Mister Bug and some viewers criticising Lady Noire for being unhelpful was not only uncalled for but incorrect) but there are certainly many other examples I can think of in which MariBug is blamed for AdriChat’s actions or AdriChat criticises MariBug without good reason or MariBug is seen as rude or otherwise in the wrong for criticising AdriChat despite having legitimate grievances or not having all the info on a situation in which said info was impossible for her to know and/or actively kept from her. Season 4 is a goldmine for this but I know I always make incredibly long rambling posts so I’ll cut things short here, if the long ramble is what people are after feel free to ask for one

#I’m thinking all the times Chat quit but Ladybug was blamed #How she was blamed for a season-long conflict she didn’t even know was occurring #etc etc #ask #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug #ladybug #mlb #miraculous #ladynoir #lady noire #mister bug #Reflekdoll #writing

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drunken words are sober thoughts

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Exes to Lovers AU, Non-idol AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Talks about insecurities, Alcohol intake (please drink responsibly!)

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: Drunkenness can either trigger one to make a mistake. You can say yours was a blessing in disguise.

A/N: Hello! Back with another short fic! I'm still not done with finals, maybe a week or two more, but I'll leave this fic here because so suddenly, I thought of this trope when I saw a post on twt 😭

Anyways, your thoughts about the story are welcome as always! please 🙏 i really do love getting feedbacks about my writing, it really helps me as a writer 😭 if you're too shy, my anon ask is always open! (i just recently fixed that one so yeah, I hope it's functioming well 😭) I'm just too busy sometimes to reply, or just I don't know what to reply, but I really do love all the comments and reblogs with texts or tags 🥺

But yeah, I hope everyone's doing well! I f you need someone to talk to I'm always here! I don't mind rants or small talks! 💗💃

“Another shot for the beautiful lady!” Chan hollers at the top of his lungs. You giggled, the sight of his never disappearing dimples sent your heart soaring. He’s as endearing as ever even when you’re both drunk as heck.

“Hyung, come on, you’re both drunk.” Changbin tries to stop you two from downing more alcohol, but the older just waves him off.

“Oh, don’t be such a killjoy, Binnie. We’re not harming anyone!” He bellows out. Changbin sighs deeply as he pushed away Minho’s head from his shoulders.

“You too, Minho hyung. Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Changbin sighs in defeat from Minho’s drunken state, who was very much a clingy-and-affectionate drunk.

“Hehe. I have a day off tomorrow,” the older man giggles as he continues to pester Changbin.

You watched and sighed contently. You barely had time to fool around like this anymore due to workload. Ever since getting a more stable job, you’ve had lesser time to spend for yourself.

“What’s got you smiling, honey?” Chan rests his chin on the palm of his hand, as his elbow rested on the dark oak table. He gave you that beautiful smitten smile, with an all too loving gaze, and it sent your heart into a frenzy of endless thrumming.

“Just…this is beautiful,” you crossed your arms on the table. After doing so, you rested your head on your crossed arms, looking back at Chan from your position. “I haven’t had the time for myself recently. It's nice to be with you guys.” You closed your eyes, feeling the numbing headache that’s caught up from your drunken state.

“We can always hang out whenever you want, baby.” Chan whispers, sneaking a hold of your hand that peeked out from your crossed arms.

There was a moment of silence that hang itself over you two. In your own space, with your eyes communicating as if you were connected once more. Before it broke in itself after Changbin finally called out to his other older friend.

“Agh! Hyung you have to go home!” The younger whined. Sadly, being the only sober one had its pros and cons. He was smart not to drink and suffer the consequences of his actions by hangover, but he had to witness all this shit and be the responsible one.

“Come on~ Just one last drink,” Minho whined as well. Throwing his hands anywhere to express his distaste for not getting more alcohol in his system.

“Chan hyung, go home with Minho hyung. I’ll fetch you both a cab. I’ll take care of noona.” He was begging at this point.

But Chan shook his head. “No! I’ll go with Y/n! I have to show her something.” He shook his head childishly, jutting out his lips as the pouty tone was evident in his voice.

Changbin looks at him worriedly, and a bit heartbroken; almost as if he was about to cry. And to be honest, he’s been that way since the start of the night. “Hyung…are you sure?” He asks, eyes nervously meeting Chan’s, as he fiddled with his fingers.

Chan only let’s out a hearty laugh, “of course! I can take care of myself and Y/n!” He takes full hold of your hand, intertwining them together and pressing a short kiss on the back of your hand. It sent you reeling with butterflies once more.

“If…if you’re so sure then…” Changbin pulls out his phone, albeit unsure, still. “I’ll phone a cab for you two, then.” He says, dialing for a cab as he watches you two with an aching heart, and worried mind.

The cab arrived, and Changbin made sure to get you two safely inside, before he went to his car, dragging along a drunk and half asleep Minho.

The ride was silent, after having Chan give the directions to his studio to the driver. He had his arms wrapped securely on your waist. There was comfort in the silence the loomed over you, and you relished being in his arms. It wasn’t a full cure, but it at least eased some of your headache.

Soon after arriving the destination, Chan had dragged you with him to the building. It was a miracle the staff had let you two inside despite how drunk the two of you looked. But Chan was thankful, because he didn’t want to miss this opportunity to show you what he’d been working on in his studio.

Ushering you inside the cramped space and familiarity of his studio, you settled yourself tiredly on the leather sofa that sat behind his desk.

“You’re going to love this, I promise you.” He giggles like a school girl. Opening up his laptop, and then going for the window where he earlier saved and closed his work. He taps on the play button, and turning up the volume just right.

He turned to you in his swiveling chair as the instrumentals started playing. The intro was calm before it progressed to a more upbeat tone. It’s resembling those of summer songs, and it quickly made you smile. Despite being mot a fan of the hot season, you agreed that most summer songs were fun and worthwhile.

Chan grins at the reaction he’s receiving. “You always love summer songs,” he says, swaying a bit as his drunken self invites you to a dance. You accepted, of course.

The two of you swayed to the music, enjoying how upbeat the music was. It brought you good vibes, despite the song lacking lyrics. The song soon ends end he was quick to go back to his seat, which left you confused.

He regrets moving quick, triggering the his headache from excessive drinking. “Hold on,” he grunts and holds onto his head. You rushed to his side, but also regretting as a wave of headache consumed you. You just held his hand in consolation.

“We both got headaches,” you blabbered out. And you don’t know why, but being drunk has lead you to find it funny. Soon, Chan was laughing along with you.

After recovering from the throbbing pain, Chan opened another file, and after clicking the play button, he sat beside you on the sofa as well.

This one was a big contrast to the upbeat, summer song from earlier. It was mellow, and smooth. But the tune was…sad.

Chan leaned back on the couch, almost slouching. The music played as he stared at the ceiling. You copied, leaning back as well and just staring upwards, however with eyes closed—savoring the instrumentals.

But then you heard a voice—particularly the one in the demo—along with Chan humming. You tried to make out of the lyrics, until you realized the song was directed at you. The lyrics a solemn anthem of what Chan had been feeling for months. And just like that, his words sobered you up.

And then he spoke.

“She’s beautiful.” A pause.

And you turned to him, waiting.

“She was my whole world…She still is. I guess I was just stupid to let go…or that, she never deserved me in the first place.” You were confused on who was referring to. Was it a different woman? “We had a beautiful boy and yet, I don’t know what came over me to just give up.”

You know now it was you he was talking about. Perhaps him getting so drunk have made him forgot he was talking to you, about you.

“Lady, was I a bad husband? She…I broke her heart, and it hurts so much seeing her that night when I told her.” That’s right, you two have been divorced for about half a year now. Suddenly, the joy and warmth that you felt earlier with him has been replaced with the overwhelming feeling of sadness and heartbreak. As if you were reliving the night he asked you for a divorce.

“I really was a bad husband. I hurt her, thinking that my career would only hindrance our relationship. But in truth, I really just gave up on my whole world for my stupid career.” He was sobbing all so suddenly, and you can’t help but do so as well, only quietly as you turned away from him.

“Lady, you don’t know how much I regret doing it. That day at the court, I was so close to crying. I wanted to stop everything but she just looked so angry. I made her mad and hurt, and I just felt that…I had not right to take it all back after putting her through so much…”

You remembered vividly as if it was only yesterday. You were feeling a lot of things, to be honest. That day, more than hurt, confusion, and sadness, you were mad. Angry. Mad and angry at how he chose to gave up on your love. On Jeongin.

Oh, God. Dearest Jeongin. Your poor son sobbed to no end as if he’d physically lost his father. He was too young to understand the concept of divorce, and yet he was pushed into it at such a young age. And although visits were allowed, Jeongin had been a lot more reluctant about everything since then because of it.

“I don’t want to let go, and yet…I feel that all I’ve put her through, was enough of a reason to say that I’m not enough for her. I really wasn’t enough.” The music stopped, and the only sound present was of his sobbing and the rustles his clothes made with every movement.

Your breathing was getting harder to control, as your nose clogged due to crying. You wanted to stay silent but it was hard to do so. And so you eventually let out the sobs that you held back, tears freely flowing but you were still turned away from Chan.

The man perks at the sound of your sobbing, and only then did his mind register once more that it was you who he is with. “Y/n! Love, why are you crying?” He was quick to wrap his arms around you. You don’t know if he was really too drunk to even process everything, to the point that he forgot where your relationship currently stands.

He cradles you in his arms, and for the first time in months, you felt at home. Safe. Despite the underlying problem that you shouldn’t even be doing this with your ex husband. That you shouldn’t be in his arms. And yet you feel like being selfish. Just this one time, and maybe then you can move on.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. You can let it all out. You know you always have me. You can always run to me and lean on me, my love.”

How it hurts you to the point that your crying was almost mixed with the anguished screams. His words should have been bringing your comfort, but with the way he’s speaking those broken promises was too much for you.

“No! No!” You started to scream. “You gave up on us! How can you say those words when you left me?” Those months of grieving for him never seemed to have left. And the stress that piled up finally reached its breaking point. And two broken souls in a cramped room, with no other form of outlet, it truly sucks to be on the receiving end for all of this sword like words.

Chan gripped tightly on his hold on yours, as if the weight of the situation has now fully sobered him up. “I’m so sorry. I’m so ashamed of myself. I regret ever hurting you. I don’t even know how to put it into words. But…those first nights after the proceedings in the court, I—”

Chan choked out the sob once more. He was heaving deeply, and then letting it all out by crying. It hurts him to think about the nights you weren’t in his arms. Those sleepless nights where he had to be tortured endlessly with the thoughts of the consequences of his actions till day breaks. It was a lot of burden for him to carry.

“There was so much regret, Y/n. I didn’t think being away from you was going to affect me, especially when I thought it was the right thing to do. I should’ve taken it all back the moment I saw your face when I brought the topic of divorce.” He’d spoken each word, sentence, slowly as he can. Choosing the right ones so as not to fan the flames of hatred.

You silently cried, still. But you wanted to give your word as well. “You should have talked to me about what you were feeling.” You fisted his shirt in your hold, tightly, before speaking once more, “what was the purpose of our vows? Our bond? Everything—if you’re just going to decide for yourself?” You felt exhausted from crying, slumping in his embrace.

You just…wanted nothing, at this point. There was no use in being so mad at him to the point of holding a grudge, especially when he’d been transparent with you now about his thoughts.

“I know…I was wrong. I wish I could just, go back in time and slap some sense into past me…” Chan heaves out another heavy sigh. His breathing finally going a bit more stable than before. The uncomfortable position of being huddled together in a seated position was catching up to him, so he laid down on the couch, dragging you along.

“That’s a great way to put it. But, at least we’ve learned our lesson. I may have had a part in all of this, if you say that you were reluctant to open up to me about it…so I’m sorry too, if I’ve done something to make you feel like I’m not worthy of knowing what’s on your mind…” You sincerely voiced out. You just know that you may have played a part in this divorce.

Chan hushed you, bringing your closer to him, as if your weight on top of him wasn’t enough to close the distance. He stroked your back comfortingly as he spoke, “no, no. It wasn’t any of your fault. It was me overthinking, and compulsively making a decision…” He admitted, staring back into the ceiling.

There was silence that loomed over the two of you. Both of you finally ceasing the tears and just being in each other’s presence. Chan taking one of your hands in his, intertwining them together as his other hand rubbed comforting patterns on your back.

“Let’s start over.” You broke the silence. It was enough for Chan to halt all his movements, as he shifted underneath you to just look at you properly.

“Start over?” He asks almost dumbly. It made you chuckle, finding it endearing as you often see him give you this look of curiosity and confusion when he gets lost in the conversation.

You nodded, but spoke so as well to assure him. “Yeah.” You rested your cheek on the back of his hand that was in your intertwined hold. “We can work through ‘us’ properly this time. We’ll talk about anything and everything. We’ll make it all work.” You gazed into his eyes lovingly.

Chan was elated to hear it. But then his insecurity resurfaced again. “But…what if I messed up agai—”

“No.” You cut him off. Not wanting his insecurities do all the talking for him. “You won’t. Because like I said, we’ll go through it together. We’ll make it work, because we’ll help each other out. We’ll be there for the other. And I’m here for you now, telling you that I’ll stay with you.”

Chan stays quiet again, almost as if he’s going to cry again. But you spoke once more, “ we’ll work out your insecurities, but for now, don’t worry about anything. Okay?” You asked, staring gently straight into his eyes.

Chan nodded. He understands it well. He understands, that his soul is shaken with how steadfast your were. But most of all, he was relieved, and happy. He felt the heavy weight in his heart, finally lift off. His heart growing lighter as he felt you press a kiss on his forehead.

There was peace and lightheartedness as you two got caught up in your conversations. Chan, despite having visits to see Jeongin would still bombard you with question about him. He wants to know even the most mundane of things about his wonderful son.

You talked for hours until you can’t, and the sun has risen up. And despite having been drunk, you just both know you’ll get a clear memory of what had all happened, because you two were sober enough, and your hearts wouldn’t let you forget that something as beautiful as this has happened.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #bang chan x reader #skz chan fluff #skz chan angst #skz x reader #skz chan x reader

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AU - og!cale is Baron Thames #3 - Enter KRS

Baron Cale Thames meets Kim Rok Soo while the latter is sleeping under a tree in the woods of the Bason’s residence. Cale has been given a reprieve from work on this day because it is his mother’s death anniversary.

Cale approaches KRS, believing him to be dead. He looks closer and sees KRS has many scars. He thinks KRS is a strong wanderer because of the scars and he needed to alarm Ron and Beacroix (who are in charge of the security). Normal people are scared of them and what they can do (Yes, Cale is aware of their origins and their capabilities. He takes it in good stride). Cale thinks they can recruit him and he can be a good asset to his territory after vetting. Cale reaches for KRS’s arm but his hand was suddenly swatted while KRS lunges his hand to Cale’s arm. Cale panics and he sees KRS looking directly into his eyes.

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Once Cale signed King Zed’s decree, Ron Moran put on his former patriarch hat and created his young charge’s regency. Cale cannot effectively rule as a minor; he needs to have a working court that will uphold his title and claim to his new lands. As the foremost person responsible for the young minor noble, he and his son were given almost infinite resources (by the King) to set up the fledgling barony and Cale’s regency. Beacroix is in charge of Cale’s new household and inner support system while Ron busied himself on the dirtier aspects of ruling like establishing domestic security that includes countless intelligence reports on possible vassals, servants, and people of the land, the neighboring territories, the Henituse territory and sniffing out possible competitor nobles.

He also helped Beacroix more a more robust, dynamic, and progressive security system that can deal with inner and outer threats. To live to his reputation as the patriarch of a family specializing in intelligence and assassination, Moran is proud to admit that he already has spies in the households of neighboring territory and some very forthcoming volunteers from his former employer’s estate.

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In Henituse county, Deruth and Violan (DnV for short) meet up with a family representative to decide his actions and their implications. The family gives them an offer – Deruth can give up his title but will remain a Henituse in a lower position or he will continue his title but the family will have a say on DnVs immediate family matters. If Deruth still wants the title, Lily will be the heir but Basen cannot hold any position in the family. The family will advise on some issues like Lily’s education and marriage. Deruth protests after the declaration, saying that the offer is unfair to him and his family. The rep stares at him, saying that Deruth acts like an entitled lord who thinks he can do everything with no consequences. He reiterates that the offer is the only thing the family will consider and acknowledge. Else, they will resort to drastic actions that will not make things pretty for them, which includes legally declaring them not part of the family.

An informal gathering of servants is underway for Mrs. Seine, the formidable housekeeper of the Henituse Manor for decades. The housekeeper is leaving her post after working with a new mistress…and she’s not the only one feeling discontent. The new mistress is intelligent and present but the staff is exhausted from serving her. The housekeeper is exhausted from teaching a mistress how should she act (as she is not born noble); teaching her the finer nuances of noble life (not giving away expensive contracts to her former colleagues only) and cleaning up from her mistakes (after she directly criticized the opinions of the noble women she just met). Most of the staff are discussing plans – whether they should stay after Cale leaving, Deruth being publicly lambasted and the mistress playing favorites with some staff. On one corner, Hans stands quietly all night while everyone takes their time discreetly giving him an envelope (something Ron Molan would love to know). It's an open secret among staff that Mrs. Seine took a post in the Thames barony under Ron Molan’s recommendation. Hans has written his letter of resignation and has just waiting for a signal to start a new journey and honor his debt of honor to the late Countess.

….never thought this AU will be popular and I hope this one feels right after the two posts in this AU. I think I got all the premise done because KRS IS HERE! I don’t wanna make him meet Ron and Beacroix because he might run and the rest of the AU will be not good..

Apart from that, I hope I did the staff justice because they are stuck between hell, hell, more hell and hard place. The next post will probably be a time skip, more on KRS and Cale (and maybe Alberu) plus there might be actual dialogue in it.

Thanks for reading!

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #tcf fanfic #tcf fic idea #tcf fic #tcf deruth #tcf cale #lcf fic #original cale henituse #og!cale #og!alberu crossman #og!cale henituse

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armpirate · 1 year

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 14

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook thought about his short conversation with Namjoon, and how he'd been forced to lower his head whenever a problem with that family came through. It didn't matter how big the Bangtan clan was, and how much power they had even overseas, the slightest mistake with such a big family as the Choi one would put them all in a sensitive situation. A problem in Seoul would require the rest of the members to show up there, and leave the territories overseas, and he knew the consequences that could have. One little distraction could have awful consequences.

His only solution was to get rid of that family, but he wasn't sure how yet. Especially with the closest heritage of the lead to Choi Sanhyuk. He needed to find a way before that happened, because he was quite sure he'd try to take over Busan. His greedy ass wouldn't have enough with Jeollan. And if Busan fell under their control, it'd be a matter of time until he tried to take over Seoul as well.

His neck curved to the edge of the backrest of the couch, with his head almost hanging from it as he tried to think about anything else but the same old issues.

Long steps led his way to the first floor, as if the only thing that could keep his mind busy was up there. And his body wasn't wrong. All that uncertainty and excessive worry slowly vanished when a wave of possession and admiration ran over him. He contemplated the upper half of her body, still covered with the hoodie she took with her, while the other half was hidden behind the big mattress. Her head moved everywhere with curiosity, stopping at every new spot. Jungkook wasn't sure if she was actually curious, or if she was actually looking for a way to defend herself the second she realized he was there.

Not that it mattered anyway. It wasn't like she was going to find anything of use.

Her eyes kept traveling over the room, thinking of how she'd possibly be able to step while being there, and in that situation she was in. Was she just supposed to rest her head on the pillow and sleep peacefully? To be honest with herself, she probably would do it if that meant she'd wake up from that nightmare shortly after. But she was sure that would never be the case.

In between all those thoughts, a strange feeling replaced all those thoughts. She had the paranoid sense that someone was looking at her from somewhere, but she was too insecure to dare herself to look back over her shoulder.

The inner battle started, fighting herself on whether looking back or not. If there was no one, she'd play it cool and blame her overthinking and paranoid mind. But if Jungkook was there... How was she supposed to react if he was there? She almost drooled on his hand earlier, when all she had done before was throwing daggers at him -which was the most normal reaction, in her opinion.

—Do you want something? —she threw those words without giving it a second thought.

At first, she thought the only response would be filled with silence, but a thick voice was faster than the expected answer.

—I'm looking at what's mine —Jungkook's voice caressed her ears with such an annoying velvet touch.

She sat straight, her eyes fixing on one spot in the room while her fingers suddenly stopped caressing the soft blanket that was folded at the edge of the bed. Jungkook chuckled silently, aware that she wasn't the best at hiding reactions. Her whole body tensed as soon as he spoke, and he kind of loved that he was able to get such a reaction from her.

—Maybe you should give her clothes back to what's yours —she fought hard to get that response out, with the confidence and coldness she wanted.

—Tried checking the closet?

While they both were heading to a different destination when they landed, he sent two of his bodyguards to his home first. He was sure her suitcase had to be somewhere in a room that soon would be filled with clothes, shoes, bags and jewelry.

All that confidence she had vanished when he heard that question leaving his lips mockingly. And it was about to get worse as she tried to get which one of the two doors was the closet.

—The one in front of you —he pointed out, aware of her hesitation.

She didn't look back at him. Instead, she walked fast and opened the white door. Among the big amount of empty shelves, the sweet smell of roses and apples, and the expensive aisle with a thick ceramic on top, her eyes instantly fell on the red suitcase that was placed on it. There weren't many clothes there, there wasn't anything special inside it. But it was the only thing she kept from everything she left behind. That suitcase had way too many stories to tell, neither of them a good one though.

When she was back outside with a pair of sweat shorts and a top, she found Jungkook walking around the room with both hands inside his pockets. He wasn't planning on leaving that place, not without fighting with her again to prove to her for the millionth time that day that he was in charge.

—Could you? —she pointed to the door— I want to get changed.

—I can't —Jungkook finally turned to her, scanning her body as if he hadn't seen it before—. Get changed —he encouraged her.

—I don't want to if you're here —she challenged him, tilting her head with squinted eyes—. Also, you said you wouldn't force me to do anything.

—I'm not forcing you to do anything —he walked towards her, slowly, making the tension grow between them—. I want to see you —his breath traced the tip of her nose delicately—. But if you don't want me to see you —he bent over, making her throat close when his lips ghosted over her earlobe—, you have it as easy as closing yourself in the closet and get changed there.

He stepped back with a devilish smile, that made her question her main decision of stepping outside in the first place -when she was well aware that he hadn't left the room. Her legs trembled to the insides of the huge closet, ranting and constantly emitting annoying sounds as she replaced the degasted clothes from that day to her pajamas.

Why didn't she get changed in the closet in the first place? She kept scolding herself, unable to accept that maybe she did want Jungkook to see her, maybe she did want to find some joy in him admiring each one of her curves... She was so sick for that.

—Sit —he demanded when she set foot outside.

Y/n could've argued, she could've avoided him. Instead, she sat at the edge of the bed, and saw him kneeling in front of her, after he placed the blue first aid kit next to her. He was focused on taking care of that little scratch on her knee, making her squirm and swallow her painful moans to herself, as he spreaded the liquid over the separated line. All she felt was a burning hassle until she felt nothing at all.

Bending even more, Jungkook blew over the sore knee, trying to make the pain easier to handle. And he'd lie if he said he didn't do it to tease the woman in front of him.

She gulped thick, surprised by his breath comforting her that way, but even more when a jab of pleasure hit her core out of nowhere. Her moves were fast, but so insecure and anxious, that it was quite obvious for him he got what he wanted from her.

—Can you leave? I want to get some rest.

A smile left his lips, along with a long sigh, before he stood up. Jungkook gave in, knowing damn well she wouldn't be easy, but she wouldn't be as difficult as he first thought either. Stopping in front of the door frame, he turned to her again.

—I will still pay you, by the way —he let her know—. Twenty thousand each month, as we agreed on.

Confused at his comment, she didn't know whether to thank him or throw another dagger at him. She didn't expect to get any money after she was caught, she thought the money taken away from her would be part of the penance for violating the contract.

And that was in fact right. Jungkook didn't have to pay her any money. The compensation was only to make up for her not having any other way to get an income, but now that she was in her home, an income wasn't a worry at all. But he knew she needed it, not for her, not for avarice, but because she wanted to look after her people. And that was something he'd always support her with.

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She moved constantly under the sheets, thinking that -for some reason-, she woke up in the middle of the night and wasn't able to fall asleep again. But when the blankets were torn apart from her head, and she was able to take a look around, the rays of the morning sun almost blinded her.

Instantly sitting back, she wondered what time it was, and how much she had actually slept. Actually, she wondered how she was able to fall asleep that night. Nervousness and that funny feeling in her stomach were giving her a hard time to stay still, but it seemed like that didn't stop her body from getting some rest.

Y/n stood up slowly, letting the sole of her feet meet with the coldness of the gray tile. Although that didn't stop her from getting up and walking towards the closed door.

The possibility of it being locked was high. There was no way he'd give her that amount of freedom when just the previous day she played him to run away. To her surprise though, a click reached her ears as she pushed the silver knob down, pulling from the door just enough to open it slightly.

Y/n gulped thick, getting ready to step outside and face Jungkook for the first time in the morning. It took her a trip to the ground floor to realize he was nowhere to be seen. For a quick second she thought she was completely by herself in that huge house, only to be interrupted by a thick voice from somewhere in the room. Looking to her left, she found a tall and big man bowing to her, a serious expression decorating his face, while a dark outfit decorated his body.

—I'll be in charge of you while Jeon is away —he announced to her.

It was a serious debate Jungkook made sure to have before he left. He wasn't dumb to leave her all by herself in his house. He needed someone attentive and strict enough to let her know her limits whenever she was about to surpass them, but he also knew someone that would be able to communicate with her in case she needed something. And Jihu was the only one that carried those three characteristics.

With puckered lips, Y/n nodded to that new information. Not surprised in the slightest to have someone watch over her.

—Your name is?

—Lee Jihu —he bowed again—. There's food in the kitchen if you want to have breakfast.

—No —she sat on the couch—. I'm not hungry.

That was a big lie though. She could feel her stomach squirming at the idea of getting some food, calling her out for keeping it from the slightest edible thing. But her pride didn't care about it.

—Mister Jeon told me to make sure you'd eat.

—Good for him, I guess —she simply shrugged—. Tell him I ate, then. Or tell him to stick all his food up his ass. You have two choices.

Jihu moved nervously. Considering his boss was a living lie detector, there was no way he'd be able to convince him that Y/n actually ate something. And if he told him Y/n got away with what she wanted, and didn't eat anything for a whole day, he knew he'd be in big trouble anyway.

He was cursing the moment he was chosen to look after her.

—Where is he, by the way? —she randomly asked.

—He's busy —he let her know.

Y/n nodded, not satisfied with the answer she got. She didn't ask what he was doing, but where he was. Although the answer to her question would be equal to nothing, considering she didn't know a single place in Seoul, and the mention of anything else that isn't Jungkook's home would sound the same as empty air.

—You need to eat, Y/n —he insisted—. Jeon directly ordered...

—Take me with him —she interrupted him—. If he wants to make sure I eat so bad, take me with him.

—I can't do that.

—Then guess you'll have to deal with the consequences of me not eating —she cockily raised one of her eyebrows as she looked at the man that was close to losing it.

There was no wonder Jungkook was so pulled by that woman, they both radiated the exact same annoying and demanding energy. She clearly knew she had the upper hand. Although being the one forced to be there, she was sure she could do just whatever she wanted with everyone around her.

And the fact that she was aware of it was dangerous.

The man gave in. Not giving him time to nod twice, Y/n stood up and walked to her room to get changed. She was sure she was playing with fire, she was convinced pushing his buttons could have a bad ending for her. But, for some reason, she also thought that would make her lose her appeal to him, maybe with all those acts Jungkook would eventually get tired of her. And that was the only thought that encouraged her to get in the black sedan, and get out of it once they arrived at the location.

It was too late to backtrack.

When Yejun laid his eyes on her, after she appeared from Jihu's back, he was sure it'd only trigger chaos. Especially when part of the Choi family was on the other side of the room, as Jungkook tried to make up for a small inconvenience that was caused because of her.

Y/n heard the two men speaking in Korean. And it was obvious they were speaking about her by the several glances they both spared at her as they spoke. Even if that was what she was looking for, she couldn't help but feel dizzy and nauseous. And she didn't even see Jungkook's reaction yet.

—Can I go to the bathroom? —she asked, interrupting the two men.

With a sigh, Yejun nodded. Placing his gray blazer properly over his white shirt, he motioned Jihu to guide her to the corridor that led to the nearest bathroom.

—I'll wait here —he informed her, standing in the middle of the beginning of the corridor.

Nodding, she walked past him, towards the only door that was accessible. She only needed to get some water splashed on her face, and everything would be fine. She'd be able to stand on her act for another few minutes.

But her whole body tensed as she heard the sound of water running inside the toilet, from one of the cubicles. Right next to her reflection, her eyes got trapped by the cat eyes of the same person that almost got her on that auction in that department. His figure got slightly bigger with every step he took closer to her, until he stood on the adjacent sink.

—What a surprise seeing you here —he commented—. I thought Jungkook would keep you closed in his tower —he joked.

She didn't say a word though. Instead, she tried to remember if there was a second door next to this one, and she made the mistake of getting inside the bathroom for men.

—I know what he did —he said, getting her attention back—. He tricked you, and now you're trapped here —he clicked his tongue, twisting his lips.

—How do you know? —she squinted her eyes at him.

—I have my sources —Sanhyuk shrugged, giving her a sided smile—. I could help you get out of here though —he mentioned that as if he weren't saying the key words to get her full attention.

—That's impossible —Y/n simply scoffed.

—Nothing's impossible —he supported the weight of his body on the palm that was resting on the counter—. Not if we work together.

In between two of his thick fingers, he offered her a business card. She took it, reading his name first, and then moving her eyes lazily over all the contact information displayed.

—Whenever you're ready, call me.

—Why are you doing this? —he stopped his steps when he heard her question.

—It's about time someone stops Jungkook —he shrugged—. I want him to be done just as much as you do. Bad people like him deserve it.

Y/n stood there, seeing the slightly bulked up and tall man disappear behind the door, while she held the card tight in her hands. The fact that she depended on one shady dude to be able to run away from the current shady dude was surrealistic.

And how would she even be able to call him?

Rolling her eyes, she hid the card in one of her pockets and headed outside, meeting up with Jihu -who was still waiting for her to get out of the bathroom. She waited as she was told, supporting the weight on her body on her back -that was resting against the wall.

Several men in suits, or well dressed in general, left his office. Choi Sanhyuk among them, glaring with a smile at you as he made his way out of that place. You were thankful no one else, except you two, were aware of that eye contact.

Jungkook was sitting behind his deck, untying his tie a little bit as he tried to breathe for air. Meetings with the Choi family were always tense. But after what happened the past night? He could sense the eyes of the oldest, Choi Sanhwa, studying each one of his moves, including the way he twisted his lips, or moved his tongue. Just to finish the meeting with a fake smile, while they all pretended the good relationships would be kept.

Two knocks on his door got his attention. There was no way he wouldn't be able to get some peace after what happened. He first saw Jihu, entering the office with a nervous move on his lips, before he finally saw Y/n appearing behind him.

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