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kaiijo · 1 year

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THINGS YOU DO THAT HE FINDS HOT — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, barou shouei content: gn! reader, suggestive content notes: hope you enjoy!

⋆｡° isagi yoichi

oh. my. gosh. isagi is absolutely down bad for you wearing his clothes — specifically, his jersey. tbh all the players love when you do but with mr. isagi “egoist” yoichi is one of the most obsessed with it.

whether his clothes are loose, tight, or fit just right, isagi’s face is flushed red and his eyes are glued to you with stars in them. after he see you in his jersey, he’s giving you his sweatshirts and jackets and looking up matching clothes on the internet

⋆｡° bachira meguru

bachira immediately gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you dance. he loves seeing how carefree you are when you do and just the way you twist and move your body.

if you really want to make his heart skip a beat, invite him to dance with you with an outstretched hand and a sweet grin and he’s absolutely putty in your hands. when you dance as close as you can, chest to chest, he’s melting in your arms with an uncharacteristically shy smile and a whole army of butterflies in his stomach

⋆｡° kunigami rensuke

kunigami really, really, really likes it when you openly admire his physique. he’s not trying to be vain but he works hard for his muscles so he loves it when you show your appreciate for that hard work

you can do this in various ways: compliment him, stare at him when he works out, squeeze around his arm and ask if he’s bulked up more since the last time that he saw you with a little, cheeky smile. whatever you do, it has kunigami feeling a little lightheaded

⋆｡° nagi seishiro

this might be cliché but nagi thinks it’s super hot when you get really passionate about things that either you like or that he likes. as someone who is pretty lazy, there’s something about the contrast of you getting fired up that he likes. he’s focuses on how animated you get when you’re telling him about something you love, the way you speak, the way you gesture, nagi just can’t take his eyes of you

like i said, he really likes you being passionate about things he likes. when you get really into a video game you’re playing together, sharp eyes trained in the screen and your fingers mashing buttons on your console, cursing quietly under your breath when something doesn’t go right — it may not seem that nagi is paying attention but he is and he’s enjoying every moment he’s spending with you

⋆｡° chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s face gets really warm whenever you trace your fingers along his face. you’re reverent, enraptured by his beauty and even though chigiri is always told how pretty he is, it’s different when it comes from you because it’s you. he’s squirming and blushing under your gaze

what makes him even more flustered is if you’re cuddling with one another and you ghost your fingertips along his jawline and whisper about just how beautiful he is. there’s something so intimate about it and chigiri feels like he’s locked in some sort of trance with you that neither of you really care to leave

⋆｡° rin itoshi

laughing at his jokes even when they’re deadass not funny is the quickest way to get rin’s heart thumping. because he’s someone who’s usually super serious, it’s kind of rare for him to crack any quips but when he does, it usually falls flat because people think he’s serious (or because it’s blatantly not funny) but you can always figure out when he does and he can count of you to let out a little giggle at the very least

maybe it’s the way your mouth curves into a smile or the way your eyes light up with amusement but rin just thinks you look your best when you’re laughing (especially at his jokes/“jokes”). he presses adoring kisses to every inch of your face when you get a private moment together

⋆｡° barou shouei

barou is an absolute sucker for you getting along with his younger sisters. he’d honestly rather die than admit it but regardless of how old they are (if they’re really much younger or pretty close in age to him), you being an older sibling figure and role model to them really attracts him to you

he may always roll his eyes when his sisters insert themselves into your time together, but he would absolutely kill for them (and for you) so seeing all the people he cares most getting close just makes him feel even more superior for choosing you as his partner. when they finally do leave you alone, he’s definitely pulling you into his arms to show you his appreciation

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #kunigami x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #barou shouei x reader #barou x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock scenarios #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

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naompspsps · 23 days

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How they would act when you fall asleep on their shoulder

Summary: You had a long morning, and you didn't even get enough sleep so now you are very tired, But sitting with them in the courtyard during lunch break, while they talk you find yourself falling asleep, your head on their shoulder.

ft. Silver, Cater & Sebek x NB!Reader [Seperate] (+Lilia in Sebek's part lmao, Trey and Riddle only mentioned by me but they aren't in the short story)

Fluff<3

A/n: First post!! but likeee Just a lil' heads up, some parts of them may be OOC, I've been reading too much stories of them that I've forgotten how they act in the game so uh.. Srry, Enjoy tho- You may keep requesting more characters of this summary or different scenarios with different characters if you'd like, so long as their appropriate :3 (click here for my profile)

Silver

Let's admit it, He would be quite surprised but get used to it in seconds. While Silver looks at you, his attention goes to his surroundings, He would love to sleep too, before lunchbreak ends, but he's still cautious of his surroundings, Like.. What if you get taken away? Possibilities are impossible but this man has a crazy disaster of possibilities in his mind.

It won't happen at all, By the way. You're just sleeping for a while before getting back to stressing school works.

Silver's head freezes, Realizing he can't move his head too much as you were moving your head somewhere more comfortable on his shoulder and your hands hugging his arm like a pillow. Silver gently grabs your shoulder, his forearm protecting the back of your head and placing your head on his lap softly. He takes off his blazer, folding it until it's thick enough to be a pillow without moving too much to wake you up. Then he puts it in between your arms, to his surprise, you immediately respond to the folded blazer and pull it into a tight embrace. "That's cute.." Silver whispers, lightly tracing the back of his finger from your cheekbone to your jawline. "I guess a small nap with you wouldn't hurt.."

Cater

Cater would.. Be so happy that 'crushiecakes' finally fell asleep on him!! So happy that he would take a pic of him and you. #cute #staywithme #OMG #ifeelsohappy. Like, he would probably even brag it to Trey and Riddle later in which Riddle does not care, "go back to your room." will be the only thing Riddle will say. but Trey.. He will not know what to say. Congrats??

So yeah, But he would post it, half of Cater's magicam posts is literally either you or you WITH him, so He thinks you wouldn't mind if he just posted you sleeping on him.. He would take down the post if you didn't approve of that though, but.. Yeah. He posts about it.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe this is happening- Hashtag so cool!" Cater stops talking to himself when he sees your body moving, probably from how noisy he got, but we dont blame him, he's a simp and we love it. So he just keeps quiet, not wanting to wake you up. It's both giving 'don't want my pookie to get off me' and 'I don't want pookie to wake up when they're so tired'

But, aside from all his chaotic energy, one side of him just does most romantic works as his hand creeps up to your waist, keeping you comfortable and making sure you don't fall forward. Cater looks at your sleeping face, smiling at the sight. "Gosh, So adorable." He mumbles under his breath, fighting the urge to pinch your cheeks. He places a kiss on your head, leaning his cheek on your scalp. "Sweet dreams, [Name]."

Sebek

No because he wants you to stay but he also wants you to go, otherwise others would see him with a human, when he always pushes humans away from him infront of others. But this might be his only chance.. You might never do this again because you don't realize it's Sebek you're leaning on!!

So, He just decides to give up in pushing you away and do this once. (probably a lie but who knows, what if he's good at keeping his risky words.)

Everytime students pass by the courtyard, he just randomly starts speaking like... himself. "Stupid human, Why did you even tire yourself out?!.." He mumbles in anger when another student passes by. He didn't see who it was, but it was Lilia. He notices the green haired by his angry mumbling. What Sebek is unaware of, is that he still doesn't realize that Lilia is nearby.

Sebek has his eyes on you. Resting on him so peacefully, unbothered.. How could he miss alot of these?! He's had chances with you that he pushed away, so now he wonders what he missed. His hand moves up to your head, yet it stops mid-way, hesitating. Eventually, he did it. He rubs your head slowly yet comfortable for you. "Hmph. Stupid human. Why do you have to be so cute." He says. "My, My, You have quite the heart, Sebek. Ah, Youngsters these days.. I might aswell tell Malleus and Silver of this golden moment." Lilia whispers to himself before walking off.

Author's end note: IM GONNA CRYQDJCU WHY IS SEBEK SO SOFT BUT ALSO SO AGGRESSIVE. LIKE WDYM "i feel peckish" CMERE HUN IMMA FEED YOU. then theres cater ig, this is what he gets for hanging out with kalim too much. Anddd then there's silver. Being so sweet. IWGWGDU I LOVE THEM SM /PLA

! do not repost or translate my works anywhere. do not copy or use my works in any site, Reblogs are appreciated alot though !

#twisted wonderland #silver x reader #nb reader #male reader #female reader #cater diamond #cater x reader #silver vanrouge #ig #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #disney twst

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 6 months

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Here kitty kitty - Sodo x reader

masterlist.

author's note: i felt bad after dropping three angst fics and then disappearing into the void so have some wholesome sodo 🫶

also i have a headcanon that all the ghouls purr whenever someone pets/scratches their sweet spots and they just melt in your arms and its just so absjdifhfbdbdjsjak i'm in love

other things to note: no pronouns used for reader, sodo gets kinda subby so if you squint there's a bit of suggestive tones (you'll have to squint so hard you can't see though)

word count: 877

“Hey, is it true that ghoul biology is similar to a cat’s?” You asked curiously, looking up from the book you were studying. You and Sodo were in the rehearsal room; Sodo was sitting down on an amp, practicing his solos for the recording of an upcoming album, and he wanted to get it down perfectly. You were just there because you didn’t want him to be lonely. “Um, yeah, why?” Sodo asked, keeping his eyes on his guitar.

“Well, I’m just studying for my test, and… it says that to earn bonus points on the test, if I’m able to, I have to… um… make a ghoul purr.” You felt your cheeks burn as the words rolled off your tongue, and Sodo stopped playing abruptly. He stared up at you, trying to decipher if you were being serious or not.

“…You what?”

“It says only if I’m able to!” You defended yourself. “Wait, wait, wait… let me get this straight.” Sodo uncrossed his legs, putting his guitar to the side gently. He then looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re asking me… to help you get bonus points on a test… and you have to make me… purr?” He grimaced.

“Um… yeah. That- that’s what the book says, anyway.”

“Also, remind me why are you even taking that ghoul biology class? You’re not even a ghoul!” He frowned.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Papa Secondo says that it’s good for a Sibling of Sin to memorize the biology of a ghoul inside and out just in case a ritual goes wrong and someone gets hurt. And it’s a required class for me to take before I take his Latin class.”

“….Alright, that does seem like a valid point. Alright,” He sighed, folding his arms and standing up, walking over to the couch you were sitting on and looked down at you. “I’ll help you. But only because I know how cranky Papa Secondo can get.”

You gave him a cheeky grin. “Wait, really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and excitedly gave him a hug. You thought you were going to have to ask Rain or Mountain to help you, which would probably take longer considering their schedules were filled to the brim with activities.

“Yeah yeah yeah, alright, okay, get off.” He grumbled, blushing as he automatically put his hands on your waist. He’d never admit it, but he loved hugs.

“Sorry, sorry.” You giggled, pulling away.

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” He sighed. He looked like he was already over it, although it had barely started.

“Here, sit next to me.” You beckoned, and he sat to your left. You glanced at your book, reading the common sweet spots to scratch. “Alright, let’s try… the ears.”

Your hand slowly went behind his ears, your nails gently scratching the soft fluff, making them twitch at first but stilled as you continued. Sodo let out a small hiss, not expecting the sudden stimulation there. His fangs started to poke out of his lips.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You asked as you stopped scratching once he hissed. “No… you’re fine. I just- wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” He mumbled.

“M’kay.” You continued scratching behind his ears, which flickered down then stilled. You felt a low vibration begin, and your eyes wandered to Sodo’s eyes, which were closed tight. “M…m…mrr….” He grumbled, causing you to laugh. “Aw, this feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, and he nodded vigorously. You glanced over his shoulder at the open book, reading that another sensitive spot was the top of their heads and their chins. You opted for his chin, bringing your other hand to rub his soft jawline. “Mmm… Mrrrr… mrow… ah..” Sodo’s eyes widened as his mewls grew louder, his cheeks turning red. You bit your lip to hold back another giggle, but you couldn’t contain the smirk on your face.

“Mrrrow…. Ah- hey! D-Don’t…. Mrow… Don’t laugh at me….” He growled, but it morphed into a purr, causing your giggles to spill out of your mouth. “Awww, you’re so cute! Are you a good kitty? Yeah?” You cooed, continuing to scratch his chin and now the top of his head where his scalp was. When you moved your hand to the new area, his tail flicked against the back of the couch, hard. It then started wagging, tapping against the soft pillow behind him.

He started purring like crazy, nodding vigorously at your question. “Mrow… y-yes, yes…. I’m good.. I’m a g-good kitty…”

He started to curl up closer to you, his leg already on your lap. You scooped him up in your arms so that he was curled safely on your lap, continuing to scratch and pet him.

You had sneakily pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos of Sodo in your lap, as he never usually acted like this. He hissed as he saw you put your phone back, to which you replied with a giggle, “Photo evidence. It’s what the book says.”

He grumbled something incoherent but kept mewing and purring.

As you reveled in this moment, you remembered: you’ll have to do this again for the end of the year-review test.

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charliesgoodboy · 8 months

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2010 B. KAULITZ☆

Ai, ai, ai, você me dá muito calor

É tesão ou é amor?

BILL KAULITZ that was almost jumping out of his seat hearing he got a proposition to model with you. he's modeled before of course, but with you was almost a dream come true for anyone, so good that if you quit and went to a different modeling agency then that whole agency would quit there lives at that point. he has at least a few photos of you and it's not much of a secret.

BILL KAULITZ felt like fainting when you first shook his hand. the words of you being a fan of his kept repeating over and over again. you? and fan of him? if he was aloud to he'd scream and hug your body tight telling you how excited he was to be here. he did do it, but he had to keep it 'professional'. "i'm so glad to be working here with you."

BILL KAULITZ who unfortunately only read the parts on the paper where he could model with you. when the photographer stated there would be no clothing involved and only a silk cloth covering obvious bits and parts of your body, he wanted to speak out about it and you obviously noticed. "oh, are you uncomfortable with this? if so it's alright.." he saw the disappointed and mostly sad look on your face making his heart churn. "i'll switch you out if you'd like." "no– i'd love to do this, i just forgot.." thank gosh that smile came back to your face.

BILL KAULITZ that would shiver feeling the cold air on his skin as he walked out of the studio and saw how the artist would put your hair in small different sections even thought the soft fan might ruin it back anyway. he saw you shirtless and would probably see the rest of you to, you were so beautiful and you were simply sitting there waiting for him.

BILL KAULITZ whose hands would be positioned on your waist and chest from behind as he'd feel your arms wrap around his neck from, his heart speeding up as you were told to look in his eyes. you sitting almost in his lap, mostly between his legs the silk covering half of your bodies as the camera would flash getting just the right angle.

BILL KAULITZ hearing the photographer say change into the next position, showing the page of it as he nodded his hands still on your waist, it was never on purpose though. you were in between his legs once again, only standing up this time the cloth only being on him but not you. your hands cradling his face in a way, your thumbs on his cheek and the rest of your fingers on his jawline and he was told to put his hands below your ass right on your thighs having to squeeze them in a way, trying to keep himself from looking down and keep that pleading look as he looked up at you.

BILL KAULITZ who would hold you as you were on your knees up on the surface atop of him, your hips so close to his the feeling of your length against his which the both of you were at least a little bit hard about it, wasn't a secret to the both of you either. as you'd change positions the photographer was definitely doing this on purpose, modeling sure but still felt like it. your body heat sharing as your lips would only slightly touch from time to time.

BILL KAULITZ at this point at the end of the modeling would ask himself what the two of you were now in the first place.

THE WAY MY FEET WHERE SWINGINF BACK ANFD FORTHHHH @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @kitsune-yuhhh @bloodyfennec @esthxio @vyloy @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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sanasour · 17 days

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My best mistake ☆

Switch!Haknyeon x fem!reader

Synopsis= When reader and hakneyon do something that makes them not look at each other the same, will their friendship stay intact?

Genre:Smut, corny, fluff, friends to ???

Warnings= Car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), swearing, kinda edging, breeding, reader has a vagina, includes Haknyeon, Juyeon, and Sangyeon from the boyz, Yunjin and Chaewon from Le Sserafim, Yeonjun from TXT(please comment if i missed any!)

Playlist=🎧

It’s Sunday. I wake up to the sunlight peeking through my curtains and the feeling of my phone vibrating. I look at my phone screen and ‘yunjin’ in big bold letters is brightening up my screen, blinding my eyes as I had just woken up.

“Yunjin, seriously it's 4.” I said angrily.

“Uhh yeah pm, girl you need to wake up we're going to a party! ” yunjin says cheerfully.

“Classes start tomorrow though.” I say with a groan.

“Exactly, pregame party!” She says with joy.

“Gosh, fine I'll see you there. Send me the info.” But before I can hang up Yunjin interrupts me,“Wait! Open your door I'm outside.”

I look at my apartment door and let out a deep breath. I open the door, and see yunjin holding 3 dresses in her hand. I look at Yunjin with a straight face “Girl you know damn well I have my own clothes.”

“Yeah, but if you wanna show up to a party looking homeless be my guest— but i’m still gonna make you look fine as hell.” Yunjin said with confidence.

“oh!?" I exclaimed.

“nonono ugh yk what I meant!”

I eventually set on this black silk dress. It’s basic but it's the best one out of Yunjin’s options. we're outside of Juyeon, the football quarterback’s house. When I walk in I immediately get hit with the stench of cheap alcohol , weed, and sweaty boys. I look to my right and see that Yunjin is occupied with her friend, Chaewon. I sigh, and look straight ahead of me seeing my best friend, Haknyeon.

We’ve been best friends since sophomore year so I instantly feel relieved when I see him. I walk up to him and give him a warm embrace.

“Heyy!" Haknyeon says with joy.

“Haknyeon!"

“lmao you guys saw each other like yesterday" Yunjin says from behind me. I turn around, and see Chaewon next to her. I give a bright smile to her, and she returns it to me. My attention returns back to Haknyeon when he blurts out “y/n, can I get you a drink?”

" nah i dont wanna be hangover for my first day of college” I respond

“same, this is sprite” he replies showing me the contents inside his cup with a cheesing grin.

It's been 3 hours since me and Yunjin arrived, and all I've been doing is talking to Haknyeon. Right now we're on a couch downing our 5th cola can “Haknyeon istg if we get cavities- "

" we aren't it's just cherry cola! “ I look to my right hearing some cheering and see Juyeon and his teammates. I smile then I remember whos in the team, my ex, we ended on not so good terms…

“shit.” I sigh.

“what?!” he exclaimed.

“Juyeon’s team.” he looks at them, then looks back at me confused.

“who's on the team dumbass?”

Haknyeon thinks a bit. “Yeonjun!”

“ yeah?” I hear behind me. I turn around and see none other than Yeonjun.

By then, Yunjin spots us and rushes over to us “guys what’s that over there?!” Yeonjun looks to where her finger is pointing she grabs me and Haknyeon and pulls us to a hallway.

“plan something out” she says than pushes us in a empty bedroom.

“What do we do?” Haknyeon asks it's silent for four straight minutes until I think of something

“be my boyfriend!” I exclaim

“what!?”

“I mean like, fake boyfriend.” I put my hand out signalling for him to take it

“just for right now” he accepts the invite and holds my hand. I pull him outside of the room. I spot Yeonjun with his friends. He then looks at me and Haknyeon then our hands that are intertwined.

Haknyeon then puts his hands on my jawline and pulls me into a deep passionate kiss, after a few seconds we pull away to take a breath, we both turn to the direction Yeonjun was in and see him bolting out the door. We both let out a breathy laugh, Haknyeon than brings me to his car and we burst out laughing at what just happend

“YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN THE LOOK ON HIS FACE!" Haknyeon exclaimed, I can't even say anything because I'm laughing so hard that soon I'll have abs forming. Eventually the laughter dies down and the car is filled with silence, a comfortable silence.

“Haknyeon I-" I turn to look at Haknyeon and he cuts me off with a quick kiss we both look at each other in the eyes before I pull him in closing the gap between us, the kiss was more aggressive and heated. it soon turned into making out.

“mmmh, fuck i want you so bad baby~” his hands start going to my chest, and he starts fondling with my breasts. I bite my lip as his thumbs hover over my nipples.

“are you sure?” Haknyeon asks

“I'm sure” I reply. Haknyeon brings me onto his lap so I'm facing him. I feel his hard cock in between my thighs making my breath hitch. I start slowly grinding on his cock, my dress riding up my thigh causing my bare pussy to make contact with his clothed cock.

I take off his grey sweatpants and bring it down to his ankles, I palm him through his boxers, smiling seductively while biting my lip. Haknyeon throws his head back groaning “fuckk~” this goes on for a minute, the air is filled with whines from haknyeon till he finally speaks up “p-please no teasing please please, need to be inside you”

“only because you're being such a good boy for me~” I finally pull down his boxers and sink onto him, both of us letting out a desperate moan for more. I move up and down on his hard cock and our moans get louder and more erratic.

“F-fuck g-gonna cum mommy~” Haknyeon pleads

“me too baby" I giggle. He releases inside me and I cum all over his cock. I ride out my high, the car is filled with deep and heavy breathing. we both let out a breathy laugh, I lay my head on his shoulder and let out a breath

“damn y/n if I knew you felt that good I would've done that a lot sooner.” Haknyeon confesses.

‘shut the fuck up Hak” I roll my eyes sarcastically while smiling. I go back to the passenger seat and haknyeon checks his phone and gasps dramatically

“holy shit, guess who liked my post!!”

“who??” I ask genuinely curious.

“TZUYU!!!” My smile slowly fades, Tzuyu is his crush. I don't know why but I feel some sort of pit in my stomach, why am I mad? We're just friends. Haknyeon continues squealing as if he's a little girl who just got candy.

I put on a bright smile for him when he turns back to me “OH MY GOD WHAT SHE SAY?!”

“nothing she just, liked it…”

“oh”

“But she totally likes me back right?!”

I look in front of me out the windshield “mhmm” I say quietly “I have to go, I came with Yunjin so…”

“Oh alr bye n/n” I give him a small grin then head out of the passenger seat and start walking towards Juyeon’s house to find Yunjin.

It's the first day of college and I woke up at 5 to call Yunjin so we can get ready together

“You fucked Haknyeon!?!?" Yunjin exclaimed

I widen my eyes “yeah.."

" in his car?!” Yunjin shouts " I nod

“you don't seem to happy about it, what happened?"

“well like right after he started talking and obsessing over his crush."

“ew tf?!"

“ikr like I don't even know what to think.” A realization comes to my head “are we still friends?” I whisper to myself not loud enough for Yunjin to hear but loud enough to know something came out of my mouth

“what was that?”

" nothing” " oh okay, well I'm done so I'm picking you up, be ready in five minutes. byeee!”

“ bye pookie" I hang up the phone and think about what I'm gonna do when I see haknyeon. I hope we can just forget about it and move on, cause it obviously didn't mean anything to him.

Me and Yunjin arrive at the campus and get our dorm keys

“omg y/n we're roommates!” Yunjin cheerfully exclaims

“really!?!”

“Yess girl eeee!” Yunjin squeals, as we walk to the dorm building Yunjin clings onto my arm. I feel my phone vibrate in my right pocket, I take out my phone for both me and Yunjin to see who it is. ‘**Haknyeon**’ lights up the screen

“I say let it ring” Yunjin confesses with a smile

“I can't do that, we're still friends” I pick it up because i don't wanna seem rude

“hi Hak!" I exclaim. by this time me and Yunjin are at our floor where our room was.

“hii n/n!!"

“did you arrive to the campus yet?" I ask him

“yeah in my room rn" he answers. me and yunjin stop infront of our door and smile at each other

“me and yunjin just got to our room!" we step inside

“oh?" I exclaim

“damn it's tiny as hell” yunjin saying exactly what i was thinking.

“well we have to live here for the rest of the year...” I say

" yeah but, at least I'm here with you" Yunjin then squeals tickling my side, we both start laughing then I hear my phone yelling at me

“Y/N HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME, IF YOU DON'T ANSWER I WILL HANG UP” Haknyeon whisper yells exaggerating

" oh my god, what you even call me for Hak??" I yell back at him

“let's meet up, I'm by the big water fountain in the middle of the campus, I also got your favorite snack!!”

I smile with joy "Can Yunjin come?!?"

Haknyeon rolls his eyes, okay I didn't know that, but I could tell he did by the way he clicked his tongue

“no dumbass, just us.." I think about it for a bit, is he gonna apologize for last night with Tzuyu?

“alr fine"

“okay see you n/n~" he hangs up on me before I can even say goodbye. I turn to Yunjin and she's unpacking

“girl I gotta go, I'm meeting up with Haknyeon"

“you need me to go with you??"

“no don't worry I'm good, but I'll be at the water fountain." I tell her where I'm gonna be just incase

“alr be safe honey bunny"

“okok bye pookie bear" I say before shutting our door

The fall leaves are blowing in the wind all around me, I'm feeling at peace as there's not a lot of people outside right now. Considering it's the first day of college, figured people would be exploring the campus. I spot the fountain and see a couple sharing snacks on it. cute. I ignore them and look around the fountain, not spotting Haknyeon. I sit on the fountain not far from the couple. I call Haknyeon. the guy's phone rings. weird. he picks up and I hear two Haknyeon’s, realization flushes into me. my face drops. I get up from my spot on the fountain and take a closer look at the couple, Haknyeon and… Tzuyu!?!?

I sprint before he sees me but it's too late

“n/n!" I hear him call. I ignore him and roll my eyes. why am I jealous?? someone pulls my hand so I can face them, Haknyeon. “y/n did you not hear me??” Haknyeon asks

" oh I did, I just didn't wanna bother you while your with her” I say, being honest

"but I called you to meetup?”

" yeah but,” I think for a little before speaking again " isn't this your first time hanging out with her alone tho? I didn't wanna disturb...”

Hakyeon sighs and looks down at his feet “yeah but,” he holds my left hand and lifts my head up so we are making eye contact “I wanna hangout with you and, talk to you.” His hand is still holding mine and his other is on my jawline we stare into each other's eyes for a little

“wait, but why tho, this is your crush we're talking about, the girl you've like since juinor year, I thought you would be ecstatic??”

Haknyeon looks down again “she has a boyfriend” he says quietly

“oh” I feel a bit of relief but still feel distraught for haknyeon

“wanna go to my room?” Haknyeon asks I nod and smile a bit. Haknyeon pulls me since our hands are still intertwined. I text Yunjin where I'm gonna be so she isn't worried and when I look up from my phone I see we're already at his room. Haknyeon unlocks it with a grin

“ladies first” haknyeon says with his hand out. I look around and realize it's just my room but inverted “I haven't fully unpacked, but it still looks nice, right?”

I turn back at him with a smile and nod “yeah” he smiles back at me

“wanna see my room?”

“Mhmm”

he leads me to his room.

“aw cutee” I say as I see the baby photos of haknyeon on his desk. I lay on his bed “do you have a roommate yet?” I ask while propping myself up with my elbows, he looks at me

“oh uh yeah, his names Sangyeon, he’s really nice!” He smiles while scratching the back of his neck, “can we, talk about what happened after Juyeons party?”

I don't know what to say so I just spit something out . “it was a mistake I-” before I can continue Hakneyon interrupts me “oh yeah?” he says while tilting his head to the side, I nod hesitantly

“you're my best mistake y/n”

before I can say something Haknyeon interrupts me “I love you…”

I look up at him and pull him in with his belt buckle “I love you too hak” we are both looking at each other with a hint of lust and he’s hovering over me.

He closes the gap between us and kissing me passionately. I sit up and scoot over so there's space on the bed for him. He caresses my cheek, moving the hair out of my face. I blush slightly. I tug on the hem of Haknyeon's sweater hinting to him I want it off. He takes off his sweater in one fast swoop. I trace my right hand on his chest hovering over his nipple, Haknyeon’s breath shudders at this. I take off my shirt at a slow pace, teasing him. Haknyeon's eyes widen as he sees I'm not wearing a bra his hands reach out to my breasts

“please" he looks down at me with a sly look, I nod, his hands touch my soft chest and I immediately melt in his touch. He starts playing with my nipples and I look up at him with a pout. I start whining from the slight pleasure I'm getting. “Hak, please I want more~"

he grins at me “you're so fucking needy baby" he answers and starts undoing his belt. He takes off his pants and boxers all at once knowing I can’t wait any longer “your turn baby" he says. I take off my skirt revealing my pink lace panties

“holy shit you're so wet” Haknyeon puts his hand down my panties gathering my arousal on his fingers. He shows me how wet I am by spreading his fingers “all for me~" he then puts his fingers in his mouth sucking it clean while groaning " mmm you taste so good n/n~” my panties finally come off, and I spread my legs showing him my bare pussy. I place my hand on his head playing with his hair for a bit, after a while I push his head down to my pussy. He immediately gets to work and starts kitty licking my slit.

I throw my head back and whimper “fuck~ feels so good hak” as he's eating me out I put my hand to my clit rubbing it in circles. Haknyeon then takes my hand and moves it aside, replacing my hand with his. The pleasure is too much, I feel a knot form in my stomach “H-Hak gonna cum!” I exclaim. He pulls away and I whine “nonono Haknyeon please” I drag out the e and try to close my legs for some friction, but Haknyeon prevents me to do that and keeps my leg open with his knee. He’s hovering over me. I feel his tip, wet from his precum, hit my stomach.

“Let's cum together baby okay?”

I nod and spread my legs, I feel him align his tip with my slit and he slides in with no problem. Haknyeon let's out a groan with a ramble of curses, I roll my eyes from the slight pleasure I'm getting and let out a loud moan. Haknyeon covers my mouth hinting for me to be quiet. I look up at him while my eyebrows are scrunched up. I push his hand away and bring him into an aggressive kiss. As we're kissing he thrusts in and out at a slow pace, I whine into the kiss, hakneyon then speeds up and thrusts hard hitting my g-spot

“yes yes yes, keep on going baby~” I say

“I-I'm close y/n”

I nod to let him know that I am too, the knot in my stomach breaks and I clench around him making his release inside me, he falls onto me whispering thank yous and praise in my ear. He falls next to me so he's laying next to me, we face each other “I love you, y/n” Haknyeon confesses.

“I love you too, Haknyeon”

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #ju haknyeon #haknyeon #mdni #haknyeon x reader #haknyeon smut

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iknowyuu · 1 year

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late night visit

kdrama! sieun x reader

// reader just wants to see their boyfriend, but it's sooo late. if only there was a way to see each other without reader risking being in danger...

tags: jaw kisses, they cuddle, lots of hugs

note: im thinking about making a taglist for sieun since i've noticed some reoccurring notes (thank you guys omf <333) i tried my best with the fake texts but they look kinda wonky LMFAO IF ANYONE KNOWS ANY GOOD APPS OR WEBSITES, PLS LMKKK 😭

♡

you frowned at your phone, once again trying to call your boyfriend and confirm his safety, but once again, it rang out then went to voicemail.

luckily, you wouldn’t need to press the call button when you saw your boyfriend standing there, with a plastic bag in his hand. unlocking the door, you quickly dragged him by his sleeve into your home, shutting and locking the door behind him. “OH MY GOSH, where did you go?” you enveloped him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his torso, relishing in the way he instinctively did the same, placing his head near the crook of your neck— something that he wouldn’t have done when you first started dating.

“why didn’t you pick up your phone? you scared me, sieun,” he pulls out his phone from his pocket, only then realizing how many times you tried to call him. “oh,” he places his arm back around you, “i’m sorry. my phone was on silent.”

you sighed and pulled away from him a bit; just enough to see his face. pouting at him, you catch him off guard, quickly leaning forward and place a kiss on his lips, warmth filling your heart when he hides his face by pulling you closer to him, hugging you once more. “it’s okay, i forgive youuu.” you drag out the last syllable, slightly swinging you both from side to side before you pull away. grabbing his hand, you lead him from the hallway to your living room, and don’t think much about finding somewhere comfy to sit while watching television with him, you both always sit in the same spots anyway.

“i bought something for us,” you watch as he digs in the plastic bag before pulling out ramen and your favourite gimbap, placing it on the table. butterflies swarmed in your stomach at his kind gesture, and suddenly you felt very shy. “sieunnn,” you whined at him, hiding your face in your hands. “thank you!!” you smiled. you couldn’t see the tiny grin that appeared on his lips as he stood up, walking a few feet over to your kitchen to prepare the ramen.

time went by, the empty ramen bowl sitting on the table, two sets of chopsticks long forgotten, the empty wrapping paper for the gimbap facing the same fate.

you mumbled something into his collarbone, shifting around in your spot from in between his legs where you sat straddling him from where he leaned back onto couch. “did you say something?” he spoke lowly to you, not wanting to disrupt the calm atmosphere. you lifted your head drowsily, “yeah, i said thank you for coming all the way over here so late.” you tightened your grip around him, moving to leave little butterfly kisses on his jawline before going back to rest your forehead on his shoulder. “i love you.”

he lightly sighed and closed his eyes when he heard your soft snores not soon after, before finally replying to you, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him, “love you too.”

#help i love him #sieun yeon x reader #sieun x reader #sieun yeon imagines #weak hero class 1 fic #weak hero class 1 x reader #weak hero class one x reader #kdrama x reader #kikisficz

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that-student-that-has-homework · 3 months

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You WILL Have my Herbs 02

Diluc / Reader

Previous Chapters: Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6

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Summary: Listen you just wanted to pick some plants, do some experiments, find some cures, and report back to your mentor. Unfortunately a handsome vigilante puts you in his debt and now you have to fight him to let you make it up to him.

Chapter 2: Debt Simply Won't Do

You were staring. You knew you were.

Of course you were staring!

That was your elusive savior! It had to be them-him? That shade of red was much too unique!

You fumbled to slip on your boots and approach the hero, letting out a low hiss when you moved too quickly. Which in turn drew his attention to you. His gaze met yours and narrowed suspiciously. You flinched. Involuntarily. It was an involuntary flinch.

You opened your mouth to try and thank him and offer your assistance in return. However before you could really move, or get a sound out, Miss Adelinde was receiving him and explaining the situation.

Meanwhile another maid rushed towards him with a towel in hand. Made sense, really, he had clearly been out in this downpour for longer than you had.

“Master Diluc,” she called him. Wait, then this was his inn! Winery!

To think this man has saved you not once but twice -technically speaking.

Unless he was simply a man of high status and not the master of this inn-er-winery.

Diluc. Dee-luc. Di-luke. Dee-looook. Diluc. It would do you well not to forget his name! You had to make sure to commit it to memory. Your savior, the person whom you owed a lot to! Diluc. Diluc. Diluc.

Maybe you should write it down? You always did remember things better that way.

That thought was quickly swept away as he turned to face you, having finished talking to Miss Adelinde. His footsteps were unexpectedly light as he approached you. Your footsteps were heavier in relation as you shuffled in your undone boots.

“Please rest easy,” the decadent timbre was as rich in authority as it was rich with courtesy, and you stilled immediately-a bit entranced, “Adelinde informed me you were caught in the storm.”

You nodded. Dumbly probably. Goodness, his voice was heavenly. Had that one professor back at the Akademiya sounded at all like this man, you’d likely never have fallen asleep in his lectures. Well you’d likely still fall asleep if you were exhausted, there was no escaping sleep when it came for you. After all despite having a course with professor as invigorating as -Ah! Focus!

Truthfully, your brain was simultaneously swimming in the long list of things to do, and in absolutely nothing at all. You’d said that Sir Kaeya was lovingly sculpted by the divine, and you could absolutely say the same of the man of near-otherworldly beauty that stood before you.

There was some vague gurgling voice of reason in the back of your head, drowning under the crashing waves of observations regarding the man before you. He was tall. He had a fierce flame for hair-bright enough to blaze through the dark-you would know. Ruby red eyes, as though he’d taken the gems themselves and crafted them into eyes (that would be rather interesting if it were possible). Tailored brows - naturally tailored brows, a very beautiful curve as though laid down with a brush. A sharp nose, full lips, long lashes, a sharp jawline, sharp as the claymore you’d glimpsed that…

…you really should have gone into art instead. Or perhaps you ought to have been a writer, a poet, or something similar.

Turns out the living, breathing, sculpture of a man, the sentient piece of artwork of a -erm-the man, the incredibly handsome man, that you’d likely been ogling, had been waiting for you to say something. You realized this once you noticed how your mouth opened and closed as your reason resurfaced. Oh gosh you had to thank this man! Properly!

“T-thank you!” You winced as your voice came out louder than intended, with a little cough and then another wince, you repeated, much softer, “t-thank you, very much.”

“Not at all,” he shook his head gently, “feel free to stay as long as you need.”

“I-I’m an apothecary,” that was very random dearest, would you like to try again? Taking a breath, you pushed down a grimace as your cheeks heated up, “I mean to say, that, uh please allow me to repay you for your hospitality,” your pitch rose a bit and your voice cracked slightly.

You really had no control over your tone today huh?

“That won’t be necessary.”

“I beg to differ,” your expression fell a bit, “you saved,” you were straining and you could feel it in your throat, “you saved my life. Please, please allow me to offer my services in return.”

“Shelter from the rain hardly qualifies as saving someone’s life,” his brow furrowed slightly, “and it’s Adelinde you ought to be thanking.”

You blinked, and your shoulders drooped, taking your expression and blanket down with them. You readjusted the blanket on your shoulders, it made sense he didn’t remember. Even if he did , he probably wouldn’t recognize that you were the pitiful person he’d rescued from a Cryo Abyss Mage-what-a month ago now?

Wow time really flies.

So does mora. But that’s beside the point!

“Um, you’ve saved my life before, actually…um Master Dilu-Diluc was it?” You began tentatively. “It was around Mondstadt proper, I was attacked by a Cryo Abyss Mage, around a month ago now actually.”

You observed his brow further pinch in what you assume is confusion. You continued then, trying to go through the list of things you wished to do when you met him.

You proceeded to provide your name, “I’m an apothecary, a-as I said before. I’m currently traveling to research and further my knowledge. I know of quite a few herbal remedies and natural solutions to assist with a wide variety of ailments, I’d love to repay you in any way I can,” you started hopefully, though you soon realized what you’d offered, “I-I mean, not to say that a few small remedies would be enough of repayment for saving my life, but I didn’t want to just do nothing -”

“That won’t be necessary,” he cut through your rambling, “thank you though.”

That won’t be necessary? Was there really nothing you could do for this man? You deflated a bit, feeling the blanket slide off your shoulders once again.

“I need to be going,” the redhead gestured to the hearth again, “please don’t let me keep you any longer.”

“Oh! Uh! Yes, sorry,” you shuffled back a bit, adjusting your hold on the blanket and pausing momentarily to reel in the crushing weight of failure, “please don’t let me keep you - I’m sorry for keeping you.”

He nodded at you once before walking away to where you assumed his quarters were. Shuffling back to your seat by the hearth, you curled up into the blanket once more. You hadn’t been much help to him at all. But there had to be something you could do…

-_-

Miss Adelinde came by later to check in on you. You’d mostly dried up by then. You renewed your offer to her, and entertaining you, she shared some of her ailments with you, and you made sure to jot them down in your notebook.

She seemed rather amused by your earnestness. However she was even more curious as to what had led to you being stranded in the rain. At some point she even asked you if you hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella with you. You let out a little chuckle, halting midlaugh at the sharp pain you felt, before gingerly pulling your umbrella out for her to see.

“My, what did you do ?” She stared at it in wonder.

“Oh! Well, I was attacked by an Abyss Mage,” you began, your tone as though you were listing out your tasks for the day, “a Pyro Abyss Mage, and well, while trying to run from it I ended up destroying my umbrella,” you wore a sheepish grin, “I’m not too sure how though, haha.”

“Oh my, that sounds horrifying!” Adelinde stared at you in concern. “Are you alright? Not burnt or injured anywhere?”

You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want to share information of your injury with the kind maid. She’d already done so much for you as it was, worrying her was definitely not something you wanted to do.

Also, you weren’t willing to share that sensitive piece of information. The consequences you imagined ranged from troublesome to dangerous.

“I think I’m mostly alright!” You smiled at her in a way you hope was reassuring. “I’m almost dry too! So I believe I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“Oh don’t say it like that! You’re no trouble at all,” ah she was such a warm person, “and the rain hasn’t let up yet.”

You turned towards the windows then. It was still raining, however the wind wasn’t howling, and it wasn’t as heavy a downpour as it had been earlier. “Well I need to get back to Mondstadt tonight, so I will have to be leaving soon, regardless,” you began shrugging and stopped when you felt that familiar jolt of pain, “I hate to ask this, but could I maybe buy an umbrella?”

“This is a winery dear, we don’t sell umbrellas,” Adelinde teased, “however you could take one.”

“I’m afraid it’ll get destroyed if I encounter another monster, I’d much rather exchange it for money,” you shook your head.

“Oh dear, it seems you misheard,” you furrowed your brow, “I said you could take an umbrella, not borrow one, then it would be yours to destroy.”

“I couldn’t possibly accept that!” You disagreed. “Please allow me to buy it.”

You and Adelinde continued to debate the issue, until you mentioned that you would sooner leave without an umbrella at all, than take an umbrella for free. Which led to a process of haggling? Reverse-haggling with the maid, as she attempted to sell you the umbrella for dirt cheap. You vaguely recalled how much you’d paid for your own umbrella, and at some point during your argument you decided to simply agree to the meager 90 mora that you’d fought Adelinde to, and then to leave a generous tip with it, as Sir Kaeya had suggested you do with Sara at Good Hunter.

With the price settled you asked after the restroom. Aside from attending to your natural business, you took a moment to grind and apply a numbing salve to your chest and torso. You’d inspected it quickly, and it was bruised, which partially explained the continuous pain. In digging for the numbing salve ingredients and some bandages you’d also come across your thermal undershirt. So you slipped it on for when you had to go back out into the rain. It was a bit of a challenge to manage, with your previous boar-related injury still rather fresh. No matter! Soon the salve would take effect and you’d feel better (read: numb).

You counted your mora, placing them into a makeshift pouch of sorts, washed your hands again, and exited the washroom. Bidding the warm Adelinde farewell, you dropped the mora into her palm before immediately leaving the building, the umbrella shielding you from the soft shower.

You hurried to be far from the mansion before she would notice that you’d paid more than agreed upon. Trekking in the rain was more challenging than you’d anticipated. The setting was darker, and less familiar as a result. You really should have asked for directions before leaving.

Oh but not to worry, you would arrive at Mondstadt alive! With no further injuries!

-_-

You remained in Mondstadt proper for at least another week then. You spent your time with both Barbara and Lisa, trying to figure out how to make use of your vision. Thus far they were the only two who knew about it, and they respected your wishes to keep it that way. Though… a few more people ended up finding out as you assisted Barbara so as to learn how to heal with your vision. After all that’s a huge part of why you became an apothecary! To heal.

Of course in staying in Mondstadt again you became privy to a rather interesting urban legend.

You’d been talking to Flora about where she went to gather different flowers and how to grow them, when a couple of Mondstadt natives got into a bit of a tussle arguing who was Mondstadt’s strongest fighter. The two fools were much too inebriated for this time of day, as the sun was quite literally overhead . Really.

But that was how you heard of the “Dark Knight Hero.”

From the argument you gleaned that this “Dark Knight,” was a vigilante of sorts. Unbound by any diplomatic nonsense, they swooped in to save Mond and its citizens whenever they found themselves in need. Truly a hero from a children’s tale.

This was a rather romantic and sweet notion, even if it did undermine the authority of the Knights and current government. That being said they were clearly a force for good, and given they weren’t tied down by diplomacy and political hoo-ha, they achieved things that the government could not.

Well given this urban legend was more than just a mythical character in a rumour.

That being said…if this Dark Knight Hero was real, and they were going about protecting and caring for the citizens of this city then who was it that was caring for them ? Your inquiry dragged your face down into a scowl. It didn’t last long however, with an exhale you neutralized your expression before deciding to do some research into this “Dark Knight Hero.”

“Miss Flora, would you happen to know anything about this ‘Dark Knight Hero’ these men were talking about?” You asked the young girl.

The young girl shook her head with an exasperated sigh, “he’s something of an urban legend. Whether he’s real or not is debatable. No one’s ever really seen him in action, or knows who he really is.”

“Oh I see,” you deflated.

“If you’re really curious, you can ask Patton over by Angel’s Share,” she pointed you down towards a tavern, “he’s the man at the door. He hears the most about this stuff and is the most interested anyhow.”

“I see! Thank you Flora!” You smiled at her with a nod.

After you finished up talking to her about flowers, and taking notes, of course, you made your way to the aforementioned “Patton.”

“Excuse me sir,” you spoke to the bouncer stationed dutifully by the entrance of the aforementioned tavern, “would you happen to be Mr. Patton?”

“Yes I am! A good day to you ma’am! How can I be of assistance?” He greeted, his smile bright.

“Well, I was wondering if you had any information on this ‘ Dark Knight Hero ,’ a man was zealously describing earlier,” you gestured to where the arguing duo had priorly been with your hand.

“Oh hehe curious are you?” He chuckled. “Well, you’re probably going to have to ask around, there isn’t much known about him aside from the fact that he operates at night.”

“Oh so he’s a he is he?” And he operates at night, that makes for two pieces of this potential puzzle.

The bouncer’s eyes widened as though he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

“Well that’s what Donna said at least,” the bouncer nodded his head towards the lady standing above the flower stall nearby, before shrugging his shoulders.

Huh? Why hadn’t Donna said anything then? Though she does often seem rather dazed.

“I see,” you nodded, “thank you good sir.”

“No problem!”

You made your way towards Donna and thankfully managed to glean some more information.

First: she really did have her head in the clouds, that’s why she hadn’t hopped into your conversation earlier. She’d been rather bashful, her cheeks red as the windwheel asters that Flora was selling below, when she’d snapped out of her daze.

Second: according to her, the Dark Knight Hero was indeed male , and he wielded a pyro vision.

In fact from her answer and rambles he sounded a lot like Master Diluc.

Or maybe you were getting the two mixed up because she kept mentioning Master Diluc? Something about remaining loyal? Oh! Was Donna Master Diluc’s lover?

Was that why she was always dazed?

You supposed it made sense that a man of Diluc’s beauty would be spoken for. It was…mildly disappointing though? In that embarrassing, sort of sheepish sense of: ”oh darn I was the only person who took immediate interest!” AHHH! That’s honestly so embarrassing, you-

Wait.

Why were you thinking about Master Diluc? You were investigating this Dark Knight Hero…kind of?

Oh yes, because of Donna!

Now to recap, the Dark Knight Hero was allegedly a man who used a pyro vision and operated at night.

Well…

That sounded oddly familiar.

After all, your savior had used fire and the moon had fully risen when he’d saved you. And Master Diluc was your savior. As far as you could tell, Master Diluc was male . A very beautiful male too! So…

Male: check.

Uses Pyro: check.

Operates at night: check.

Hmm…based off of these facts alone, you’d be led to believe that Master Diluc was the Dark Knight Hero.

Ah. AHHHH. Your whole body curled up on itself in disgust. Or embarrassment. Both. Yeah probably both. Definitely both. Both. Your meeting with your hero had been awkward at best .

Not to mention he’d rejected your offers to repay his great generosity. A small groan escaped you. How embarrassing. How utterly embarrassing. You curled in on yourself, shrinking down to hug your knees. And shameful that he would save your life and you’d just allow for him to not be repaid in some way.

Uh. What- how did you even get here again?

Oh yes! Master Diluc. The Dark Knight Hero.

Perhaps it was pure coincidence. After all, there’s no way anyone would be able to see that blazing head of hair and forget it, you rested your cheek on your knees. Well unless it was covered up and they didn’t see it. Still there wasn’t any conclusive evidence. Besides, Sir Kaeya had mentioned that Mondstadt had a number of pyro vision holders.

Wait.

Sir Kaeya! You raised your head from your knees. The Knights were bound to be after this vigilante and if anyone had any information about anything around Mondstadt it would have to be that guy!

If you met this Dark Knight Hero you’d be sure to offer him your services as well. Because if you help a hero doesn’t that technically make you a hero too? (It probably does not , however it won’t do to dwell on such negativity!)

Would he reject your offers for herbs like Master Diluc did? Another wave of embarrassment washed over you and you curled back into your previous position. If the Dark Knight Hero was Master Diluc, he would likely reject your remedies again . Ah, this was most unfortunate.

“My, just what is this suspicious ball here?” You heard a familiar voice taunt.

You looked up to see a head full of blue. Well, if it wasn’t the Cavalry Captain you’d just been thinking of. You perked up, unraveling yourself slightly, “Sir Kaeya,” you greeted from your still crouched form, awkwardly shuffling to look at him, “how do you do?”

He let a chuckle slip…oh. Akh! Your family often commented on your poor etiquette, and you usually were much better about it. Safe to say, rather than bounce around on your heels as a ball, you ought to have stood up like a normal person and greeted the man.

You should probably stand up now. Yes.

You sprung up to your full height (which was still shorter than the knight beside you) at that thought…and immediately regretted the decision. Your vision swam with stars, and you swayed a bit on your feet before reaching out to a nearby ledge. Wait,was there a ledge? There was a bench nearby, wasn’t there?

Your hand felt concrete and you were relieved. The man by you seemed more amused than concerned as you could hear him continue to chuckle at you, but he did have the decency to check on you. “You okay there Miss Apothecary?”

Blinking the last of the stars away, you turned to look at the inquiring party. “Yes, I’m alright, just a slight bout of dizziness due to a sudden change in elevation.”

“You mean standing up?”

“I did it very quickly,” you explained, “it was unwise.”

How ironic , such poor wisdom for a person who was gifted for some potential wisdom. Pushing the thought away you reiterated your previous greeting, “how do you do? Can I help you with anything?”

He put on a pouty face (which was unfairly cute and therefore ought to be illegal) feigning offense, “why do you assume that I only sought you out because I wanted something?”

You furrowed your brows, “I didn’t? I just want to know if I can be of any help?” You paused, then it occurred to you. “Wait, you sought me out?”

“I did,” he nodded, “after all, it was rather strange to see someone crouched beside a bench and not seated on it.”

“Oh,” you smiled sheepishly. Yet another thing to add to the list of embarrassing events you’d featured in lately.

“I was wondering what remedies you had for headaches,” he continued, bringing your attention back to him, “the Acting Grandmaster has had nothing but praise for your remedies and I was wondering if you could provide me with something.”

“Do you have a headache?” You looked at the notable drinker of a captain. “It depends on the type of headache. What kind of pain are you experiencing?”

The ever so slippery Cavalry Captain originally hesitated to answer the questions, however as you continued down the list of diagnostic questions: “did you sleep enough last night? Have you been drinking enough water lately? You can tell by the color of your pee, if it’s dark you need to drink more water.”

When you’d mentioned that, he’d wasted no time in commenting how unladylike that statement was. You’d huffed at him, before taking a seat on the bench next to you and continuing down your list of questions: whether he’d been drinking, how his vision was faring, if he was feeling stressed, and if he’d like to take a seat next to you. He did.

You tried to keep them vague enough so that he’d hopefully be comfortable in answering them, but when you realized he seemed rather dodgy (you’d experienced this behavior enough times from other people) you decided to provide him with remedies for all of the types of headaches you’d mentioned.

“Some of these remedies don’t involve any medicine at all,” he commented at some point when you were mentioning perhaps having a fruit or a sweet with some coffee.

“Medicines are not the only cures to things,” you sighed as you pulled a sunsettia out of your handy herb-housing backpack to hand to him, “the human body is an interesting thing, often times the different pains we experience are it trying to communicate that it is deficient in one thing or another, or that perhaps we ought to take care to rest more.”

He took the sunsettia and sniffed it a bit, prompting you to pull out a fruit knife and unwrap it from the handkerchief you put it in to keep it clean.

Taking the fruit from his hand and beginning to cut it to pieces you continued, “medicines often take the healing properties of natural herbs and heighten them or mimic them, to help or aid the body where it is deficient. Sometimes to reinforce its natural immune system, and sometimes to introduce the necessary antidote that the body does not naturally produce.”

You took a piece of the sunsettia and put it in your mouth before handing the captain a piece, trying to reassure him it wasn’t poisoned, “the amazing thing about the body though is that it will make sure to retain the necessary information to combat an ailment it has faced before.”

“So what doesn’t kill you,” he started, before pausing to swallow.

“Quite literally makes you stronger,” you agreed, handing him another slice of sunsettia.

Taking it from you, he gave you his ever-so-charming smile. You smiled back, despite being flustered. You weren’t too flustered though! You had more experience now! You’d faced Sir Kaeya before this, and even managed to keep your wits about you (somewhat) while dealing with Master Diluc!

Oh! That’s right! Without thinking much about it you turned to Sir Kaeya as you handed him more of the sunsettia - you’d meant it for him anyhow.

“Sir Kaeya, have you ever heard of a ‘Dark Knight Hero’?” You blurted out.

He took the fruit slice, leaning back languidly as he chewed and swallowed slowly, obviously relishing in your eager anticipation. After swallowing he turned to look at you, a smirk sitting comfortably on his lips, “hmmm, are you thinking that maybe the Dark Knight Hero is your savior?”

“Yes,” you answered unabashedly.

Your honesty seemed to take him aback, as his visible eye widened a bit and his smirk fell slightly. It smoothly returned as he accepted a slice from you and relaxed again.

“And if he isn’t?” he chewed thoughtfully.

“I would still like to find him,” you answered without thinking much about it, turning back to continue cutting the fruit, “a hero that is always worrying about the wellbeing of the people of Mondstadt, and of Mondstadt itself, who works mostly in the dark of night.”

Your brain finally managed to articulate your thoughts, “well, if someone like that exists, I hope they have someone who is also caring for them , and worrying for their wellbeing and their health.”

It was silent then. You could feel your somewhat-patient’s cool stare on you, perhaps he was studying you. Sir Kaeya didn’t really seem to think you were trustworthy yet. Which was fair, from what you’ve seen of him, he was the type that could talk a lot and reveal nothing about himself. Your mother often told you to steer clear of these types.

No wait- she said something like being careful about how you answered them. Not providing any more information than how much the question required.

At this point the knight had finished the sunsettia. So you pulled out an apple and began to cut it up as you waited for an answer. You wished you could say the silence was comfortable, but you’d never been one to handle silences with company well. Thankfully, having the apple to work with helped. You made sure to eat a slice before offering the knight his own.

As you’d expected he was indeed studying you. He took the offered slice with no hesitation and popped it in his mouth. After he finished the apple you’d like to get some black tea, coffee, or cocoa into his system. Oh perhaps an iced tea with lemon in it. The scent of lemon was therapeutic in itself.

You continued to cut up the fruit and hand the slices to Kaeya, well and you ate a couple yourself. The apple was gone soon enough, and with it most of your hopes of getting any information out of the knight.

Either way, you weren’t about to leave an ailing person half treated when you had more solutions in mind. So you invited Kaeya to have a cup of black tea with lemon. You suggested it be cold, but it would work if it was hot as well. He chose the cold option and you made a mental note of that. He also helped you with the cooling process, and you made a mental note not to forget about his cryo vision.

After the tea and fruits his headache seemed to subside, but it wasn’t gone entirely, so you invited him to accompany you to the grass patches just outside of the side entrance. Under the shade of a tree you told him to lay down, close his eyes, take a deep breath, and release any tension from his neck and shoulders.

He’d been intrigued by this. You explained you wanted him to rest his eyes, well, eye . Given he hadn’t told you much about the headache, you couldn’t rule out the possibility it was due to his vision. Besides if he relaxes, then if it was caused due to stress it should also be reduced.

“You’re a thorough one,” he shot you an amused look as he took a seat on the grass beside you.

“I try to be,” you responded watching him, “do you mind if I inspect your neck and shoulders for tension?”

“Not at all,” he rolled his shoulders back.

“Well then could I ask you to take that fluffy thing off?” When you took note of his inquisitive expression you continued. “If you don’t mind I will be touching you.”

“My, how bold ,” he teased while shrugging off his fur accessory ? Whatever that thing was.

You tried not to fluster too much at his words. He seemed to enjoy teasing you. Pinching the juncture of his neck and shoulder you noticed some tension, there was more of it in his shoulders than his neck though thankfully. From this you could conclude he was likely a bit stressed.

Hmm…you recalled the basic tips an therapist from Inazuma to your homeland had mentioned with regards to working knots out of a patient’s body. “Please tell me if you’d like me to stop,” was all the warning you gave the knight before beginning to knead the knots out of his shoulders.

Again, the two of you stayed silent, and again you were thankful that you had something to do to keep you from worrying over the silence. You’d been kneading for a while, working out knot after knot, for someone so lax he sure held a lot of tension. Figures, the relaxed attitude was an act.

“I’ve heard that the Dark Knight Hero drops by Angel’s Share from time to time,” his smooth voice cut through your concentration and you stilled momentarily, “maybe you could contact him indirectly that way.”

You blinked your surprise away, and your tired hands resumed their kneading. He was actually giving you some information? And is that why Patton seemed rather startled earlier? He was stationed outside the Angel’s Share, did he know the hero personally?

“Sir Kaeya, is that yet another rumor that is floating around?” Your face pinched in suspicion. “Or have you figured out who this hero is?”

“Who’s to say?” He would have shrugged if he could. “Though you probably have a point.”

“About?” You raised an eyebrow though he couldn’t see it.

“If this Dark Knight Hero really does exist, and he does as people say,” he paused letting out a quiet grunt as you worked on a particularly tense knot, “then he’s undoubtedly in need of someone to worry over him.”

You hummed then let him know you were considering his words, “and so you’re nominating me?”

“Well you’re the one who seems the most concerned over his well being,” he angled his head to look back at you.

“That can’t possibly be true,” you disagreed, tone a little strained as you tried to maintain a consistent pressure on that knot.

“Well, whenever I’ve heard people talking about the Dark Knight Hero, it’s always been speculation and adoration, but never concern,” he exhaled deeply, turning his face back again.

You fell silent for a moment, trying to work out the next knot, “but isn’t Angel’s Share a tavern?”

“One of the best in Mondstadt!” He chirped in agreement.

Your smile was wry then, “I confess I’m not fond of taverns or bars.”

“Is that so?” He seemed rather disappointed by that, “why not?”

“I don’t like alcohol,” you answered bluntly, “unless it’s an antiseptic.”

“Oho,” he shot you a glance over his shoulder, yet again, his smile was very amused, “well that’s interesting .”

“Not really,” you deadpanned, “please face forward.”

“As you wish.”

His neck is a sensitive area, hence why you instead directed him through your favorite stretches. Once you were done he confessed to feeling lighter.

That was when he plopped himself onto the soft grass with a sigh, his long limbs stretched out as though he’s a starfish. He seemed better, you supposed. Not wanting to leave him alone, you went to sit by a tree trunk and pull out your current book.

You hadn’t been reading for long when the captain sat up again. He rolled his neck and shoulders out, thanked you, and excused himself to get back to work.

You prescribed he sleep early without drinking to make sure he didn’t have another headache later.

He chuckled jovially, with a smooth, “sure,” that made no promises.

He was absolutely going to drink again.

You’d have to charge him for these remedies next time. Hopefully having a few less mora in his coin purse will prevent him from drinking.

-_-

As was probably expected, you spent the rest of your time foraging in the outskirts of Mondstadt. After climbing a sunsettia tree and seeing the amazing expanse of Cider Lake followed by the forests beyond the bridge, you plopped yourself down on a branch to rest, munching on a freshly picked sunsettia all the while.

The exhaustion of the day really settled into your limbs, and you found yourself too tired to even bother fighting it. So you stayed like that even as the sun completely set and the stars came out. It crossed your mind that you really ought to get down from that tree and get a proper meal. Especially before it got any darker. Vision holder or not, you weren’t exactly a trained warrior. But you were so tired , and the ground was so far down, and getting yourself down safely would be a chore .

You were coaxing yourself to make your way down: returning your pack into your newly obtained pocket dimension (arguably the best thing about having a vision) so you’d be lighter, mentally chanting little encouragements in your head, and pulling up your sleeves - then you heard that annoyingly familiar cackle.

You pulled your knees to your chest as quietly as you could. Were you an Abyss Mage magnet? Seriously ? When you were in Sumeru you didn’t attract nearly so many-oh wait, you were mostly in residential areas there. But you were close to a residential area right now ! Just-urgh. Perhaps Mondstadt was just hazardous?

Not likely.

After all, if you thought about it hard enough it seemed like a friend of yours had mentioned something deceptively similar…

Not that you paid all that much attention to his boasting. You lamented that now, as he might have let something useful slip then.

With great care not to make a sound, you surveyed your surroundings. The Abyss Mages, yes, mages, plural, were…walking? Yes just strolling about on their tiny little legs, once again near a side entrance. There were two of them, one was a Cryo Mage, you would know, the other however was unfamiliar to you. Unlike its cryo counterpart, the unfamiliar mage seemed to blend in with the dark, its fuzz and robe being rather dark, so it just looked like a black mass with a floating white mask.

They seemed to be conversing with one another, probably plotting something evil given their continuous cackles. You worked to suppress the shivers that came over you. Make no mistake, it wasn’t because the night was cold.

Thankfully due to the dark and your position in the tree, neither mage seemed aware of your presence. You picked up a few words from their conversation as they neared your tree. Something about “trying again,” and “getting revenge for last time,” and this time being more successful because they’d “been scouting the area for a while now.”

Yepp, you weren’t going to go around on the outskirts of Mondstadt after dark anymore. Noooo siree! These things came by every night?

No wonder you ran into one a month ago.

They continued to cackle ominously, and you made out some more of their conversation, it seemed like they were targeting one specific individual, and that their demise would make it much easier for them to carry out whatever plot (vile, evil, horrendous plot) they had.

You had to notify Master Jean as soon as you could leave this tree safely. Or Sir Kaeya. He was a valid option. Well that was when you could leave. It looked like you’d be stuck here a while, and you couldn’t even read anything because you had to stay vigilant in case these menaces chose to attack you indiscriminately again. Well that was one good thing about them perhaps: they did not discriminate when it came to attacking people. How kind of them. To hate all peoples equally. It was almost noble in a sense.

You grabbed your humble knapsack of Klee bombs from your pocket dimension and clutched it tightly. In case they did attack you’d be as ready as you could be.

You continued to clutch the bag to your chest even as the night went on and they continued to wander about, perhaps making note of this and that. Due to the stress of potentially being attacked, you didn’t really feel any sense of hunger, nor exhaustion. You were straining to hear as much as you possibly could about their plan to tell the Acting Grandmaster, but that was it.

The restless monotony of your night was set ablaze by a flaming weapon coming down on both the shields that the Abyss Mages had summoned. The suddenness of the attack had you reaching for a bomb in a hurry. However before you launched the thing, you carefully leaned over to see what all the commotion was.

Something about this situation seemed familiar.

It couldn’t possibly be because you were on the outskirts of Mondstadt proper at night after foraging and running into Abyss Mages could it? Not at all related to the flaming head of hair below, no siree.

You exhaled as though you were a deflating balloon. This was your opportunity to help though! You could give it a shot! Putting the bomb back into the pack you moved to a lower branch as best you could. Now you could make it to the ground without breaking anything if you fell!

Turning back to the battle you noticed Master Diluc work tirelessly to avoid what looked like a bubble trailing after him while also dodging massive ice shards. He made it look effortless, but it couldn’t be easy. You pulled out that bomb again. What if you distracted one of them? Ideally the cryo mage, but well, you weren’t in a position to be picky.

You’d thrown lots of Klee’s bombs before, how else were you to go fish blasting? However this would be your first time throwing one at anything that wasn’t a body of water. Launching the device it detonated upon impact to the ground not too far away from the tree. The explosion distracted all three of the participants in the current scuffle, and you waited with baited breath to see if they’d take the bait.

To your greatest fortune, it was the Abyss Mage with the unknown element that teleported over to see what the fuss was about. Casting a glance you noticed that your savior happened to break through the mage’s cryo shield. Of course that wasn’t the wisest move, as the mage that came to investigate the commotion you’d caused managed to spot you on the branch. You’d barely gotten a bomb out when it caged you within a bubble of water.

Ah so that’s what Master Diluc had been working to dodge.

Thank goodness your herbs were in that pocket dimension! Nice, and safe, and dry . Truly, this was the greatest blessing of having a vision.

Hmm if you were currently drowning in this bubble, didn’t that mean this was a Hydro Abyss Mage? Well then, that’s three out of the seven known elements, you just had to meet the other four variants and you’d have a full set! Maybe you’d even get a prize for meeting them all? Or perhaps it would be recorded somewhere as an achievement?

This was not the time for sardonic jokes.

You weren’t the best at holding your breath underwater really, but you did know that the trick was to move as little as possible. You could vaguely make out a deep, notably human voice calling out to you through the water of your current prison. Your grip tightened on the dangerously cute looking bomb in your hand. Oh yeah!

Luckily all Klee’s bombs are waterproof!

Welp here goes something, you couldn’t help but think as you activated the bomb and tried to swim as far away from it as you could before it exploded. As you expected, you didn’t really get very far before the force of the blast destroyed the water prison and launched you to the side.

Your landing onto the grass was not graceful, but it wasn’t too bad, as the ground was mostly soft. You’re not going to lie, that blast hurt . Maybe you shouldn’t blast the poor fishies anymore.

You were hacking as you regained your breath, water dripping from your hair, clothes, nostrils, and mouth. You’d barely started to breathe again, when you looked to see that you weren’t very far from the Cryo Mage that looked as disoriented as you felt, swaying on its feet.

You could hear the sounds of the fight continuing as you continued to cough and gasp for breath. You worked to sit up, feeling the entirety of your left side ache. As it turns out, thanks to your efforts, and the fact that you were in water, your outfit hadn’t taken much damage, it wasn’t completely unharmed, but it was still decent enough that you wouldn’t need to buy another one. Your mora was running low as it was.

You saw the mage regain its footing and start dancing, which honestly didn’t seem like a good sign. You summoned the bomb pouch again. Huh, you were lucky that it disappeared when you’d been in that hydro bubble, imagine all of these things going off? You’d have died.

Probably.

But that’s besides the point. Grabbing another bomb you managed to throw it at the dancing mage’s feet. It went off, and blew the Mage off its feet, which meant it stopped dancing. That was when a blur of red and black flew past you, grabbing the mage by its fuzzy neck.

You’d blinked and you noticed Master Diluc had both the Abyss Mages against the wall, his hands pressing into both their necks.

You could hear him speak, voice low, demanding, “what are you doing lurking around Monstadt?”

“Like we’d ever tell you!” One of them spat.

You heard them shriek in pain, the sound ear-piercing, and not in the way that let you wear more earrings.

Wait.

They could speak your language! You stood up, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through your left leg and made your way towards the trio. “you understand our language!” You accused.

“Of course we do silly human!” One responded.

You felt your indignation rise. However before you could articulate your anger, you heard them shriek again, and noticed the dying flicker of flames where Master Diluc’s hands were.

““I know you’ve been searching for something around here for the last month or so,” his eyes narrowed, “I’m going to ask you again, what are you plotting?”

“We’re never going to tell you and you’ll never find-AAAAHHHH!” You watched in horror as the cryo mage burned until there was nothing left but black ashes.

You turned to look at Diluc who had the full force of his glare directed at the remaining hydro mage. He didn’t need to say a thing.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” You felt bad for the fiend, as it pathetically tried to negotiate for its life. “The Dark Knight Hero! We’re after him!”

Oh that’s interesting!

Master Diluc seemed to think otherwise.

“The Dark Knight Hero,” he scoffed, eyes narrowing, “hasn’t he fended you off already? What are your true motives?”

“Actually,” you cut in without thinking, earning their attention, “when they were talking earlier, he and his friend mentioned that they were plotting revenge against someone, saying this time their attack would be successful.”

The Pyro user immediately confirmed this, “is this true?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“And what’s this about an attack?” The growl that left the man to your side had you flinching a bit.

“An attack on the Dark Knight Hero!”

Ooh wrong answer.

Diluc’s hand tightened on the mage’s neck, “do not play dumb with me. Whatever your plot, I will find it out and I will foil it.”

“They’ve been scouting the area for a while now,” you recalled.

You could see the Pyro energy in Diluc’s hand, “tell me everything .”

That was all it took for the mage to finally crack. Seems they’d been planning a series of assaults on Mondstadt in succession, where they’d demand the surrendering of the Dark Knight Hero, hoping to pressure him into revealing himself. At first you’d been confused, but then it made sense: reveal his identity and then the knights would have to limit his activity, which meant he would interfere with these mages’ plans less.

These mages were oddly organized. Perhaps they belonged to some specific order of mages that wished to…to do something, perhaps take over the world? Or Mondstadt at the very least?

You were pulled out of your mind-wanderings by the shrill cry of the hydro mage being fried. From there you turned to look at the man that had fried it, swallowing down an unreasonable complaint.

“Speak of this to no one,” was the first thing he said.

Your brow furrowed, “I feel we should at least report this to Acting Grandmaster Jean.”

He stared you down, his eyes ablaze as he worked to burn your resolve down. It was kind of working. Having the full, undivided attention of a man who’s managed to end two Abyss Mages and could likely easily end you? Yeah…it’s enough to intimidate anyone you’d think.

That and he’s really pretty. Having the full, undivided attention of a man whose beauty could inspire the many bards of this city? Yeah that’s a lot of pressure.

Yet for whatever reason you didn’t yield. Perhaps it was the lingering adrenaline? Or maybe it was your dwindling patience from the day? (Or perhaps it was that ever so convenient habit of your mind wandering yet again.) Either way after what felt like an eternity of him staring you down, he let out a tired exhale.

“If the Knights of Favonius were capable of handling this, wouldn’t you agree they’d have arrived by now?” He reasoned, folding his arms over his chest, “we’ve managed an entire interrogation and despite your explosives none of them have come to investigate.”

You hated that he had a point. Where were those knights? Well then again you weren’t that close to the entrance this time. Besides, even if her staff were bums, Master Jean herself was not! She deserved to know, she was responsible for all this too! All this being Monstadt. And its safety!

You told him as much, “Master Jean deserves-no- needs to know,” you insisted, “regardless of how incapable her knights are, she herself is highly capable and ought to be informed as the Acting Grandmaster.”

He gave you a bored look then.

“Fine,” he closed his eyes, “but only Jean and mention nothing about me. I was never here.”

You could feel your face scrunching up in confusion, “why?”

However before he could say anything more it all clicked into place. Your hunch had been right! “You are the Dark Knight Hero!” You cheered excitedly.

His brow furrowed and a frown marred his face, “how do you know about the Dark Knight Hero?”

“Oh! Well! You see,” you began oh-so eloquently, “a couple of drunk idiots were arguing about who the strongest fighter in Mondstadt was.”

At that he raised an eyebrow, “and what drove you to the conclusion that it was me?”

“Oh well, I asked around and people said that the Dark Knight Hero was a he, worked at night, and had a pyro vision,” you listed things out excitedly, “when you’d first saved my life it was at night and you’d clearly used pyro, and you’re a male.”

“I’m not the only male that uses a pyro vision at night in Mondstadt,” his expression was bored.

Oh he got you there. “Well I don’t see why you’d be so adamant about me not revealing your involvement to Master Jean unless you didn’t want her to figure out you were the infamous vigilante,” you explained.

He seemed to be considering what to do with you when you decided to give credit where it was due though. “Well to be fair, Donna gave me the idea.”

“Donna?”

“Yes! She’d been saved by the Dark Knight Hero before and was working very hard to ensure she stayed loyal to you, and she kept mentioning you while telling me about the time the Dark Knight Hero saved her, so I got the two of you mixed up in my head,” you babbled quickly, “oh! Don’t worry she still prefers you, as in Master Diluc, to the Dark Knight Hero! There’s no need to worry though, really, given you’re the same person! I mean, she , doesn’t have to worry!”

The way he was looking at you made you want to shrink in on yourself, “what do you mean by all that?”

Oh no. “I wanted to clear up any misunderstandings? Donna is clearly a very loyal lover, so I didn’t want you to be upset with her because of my negligence and rambling-”

“Donna and I are not lovers,” he corrected your assumptions.

Ah what a fool you were, making assumptions as you did. Just brilliant, absolutely brilliant. You were sure the look of horror on your face said it all.

“I,” you paused, “I apologize. I didn’t mean to, well I don’t know really,” you rambled, “I hope I have not made you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all,” he replied smoothly, finally uncrossing his arms, “from what you’ve said, your assumption seems like a somewhat logical conclusion to arrive at when you have so little information.”

You didn’t respond.You felt your embarrassment lick at you the way his flames had licked at the Abyss Mages prior. Oh gosh, you’d also completely ruined things for Donna! You just revealed her feelings to him without her consent nor knowledge and-

“I trust we have an agreement?” He asked you.

“I’m sorry, about what?” You snapped out of your thoughts.

“You will only inform Jean and won’t mention me.”

“Ah yes,” you shook off your lingering embarrassment to look at the man before you, “you have my word.”

He offered you a gloved hand, and so you shook it, reaffirming your agreement.

“I’m sorry, could I ask that you continue to treat Donna as you usually would?” You asked sheepishly. “I thought that-I didn’t mean to reveal that she-I’m sorry.”

He retracted his hand from yours - oh you’d still been shaking it. “That is a misplaced apology,” you grimaced, “not that you have anything to apologize for, she was never subtle about her feelings.”

“So you knew?” You saw that he wore a tired look now.

“Of course, I had to know why she observed me so keenly,” he folded his arms across his chest then, “turns out she wasn’t a threat.”

Oh. So that was it. Guess you didn’t do any real damage. Would you still have to apologize to Donna though? How would you do it without revealing this event? Well if he already knew then you didn’t do any real damage. Maybe you should keep quiet about this…

Nevermind that, there was something more important right now! You gave the man a once over, “are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

“Don’t worry yourself with me,” you worked to wave his concerns away, however he cut you off.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you’re leaning heavily on your right side,” he stated flatly.

“A slight sprain,” you said quickly, “nothing Sister Barbara or I can’t fix.”

“You’re not planning on walking on that leg are you?”

“Sir, do not think I haven’t noticed you avoiding my question,” you folded your arms across your chest and you scanned him once again, but with more focus, “are you hurt anywhere?”

“That’s nothing for you to concern yourself with.”

“I’m an apothecary , it is exactly the thing I ought to concern myself with!” You disagreed. “Actually! Given I’m aware of your secret identity, I’d like to re-extend my offers for natural and herbal remedies! Not that the initial offer ever expired.”

You smiled as you started explaining what this entailed, however you’d barely told him about how it included teas and salves as well as ointments when he cut you off saying he was fine.

“Well the offer is always there for you when you wish to take it,” you relented, your excitement dampening.

The two of you stood in silence, and a sudden gust of wind had you shivering. That’s right! You were still soaked from head to toe. Without something to distract you, and your falling adrenaline levels, the aftermath of your earlier scuffle made itself apparent. Your expression soured despite your efforts, and you tried to shift subtly to ease the weight on your seemingly injured leg.

A low branch would do, especially given the lower branches were rather sturdy on the tree you’d been in. It could serve as a crutch to help you hobble your way home for the night.

Wait. You had a vision, and you had been practicing. You cast a quick look to the man by your side, he seemed private enough, he likely wouldn’t tell anyone about your vision.

You unceremoniously dropped yourself onto the ground. Really there was no elegant way to do it with only one leg supporting you.

“Are you alright?” Master Diluc was kneeling by you instantly. “There was no way you could walk on that ‘slight sprain,’ of yours.”

As much as you wanted to deny it, he wasn’t wrong, and so you simply heaved a tired sigh as you worked to unlace your boot, “yeah, you were right,” you were about to remove your boot, when it hit you that you’d been wearing it all day .

You turned to look at the very attractive redhead, embarrassment finally finding you. Now, while you wouldn’t say you were ugly , you were actually rather cute sometimes! You also wouldn’t say you could compete with the beauty that Diluc possessed. All this to say you didn’t want him smelling your smelly foot.

“Uh, Master Diluc,” you shot him a sheepish smile, “I believe I’ll be fine now, so if you’d like you could go ahead with your evening.”

He perked an eyebrow at that, somehow that inquisitive look made him all the more attractive, “even though you can’t stand?”

“I can stand!”

“Then why did you sit yourself down?”

“To-” you paused then, he got you.

“To?” He pressed.

You were silent for a moment, letting his focused stare whittle away at you. With a sigh you gave in, “to inspect the damage to my foot.”

“Wouldn’t it be wiser to do that within the city walls?” He asked flatly.

Ah! He had a point! You should have thought of that!

“Well I’d need to be able to walk into the city to inspect it there,” you tilted your head to look at him, “oh wait I can crawl.”

You were working to retie your boot when you heard him shuffle to be beside you on your injured side. “Is everything alright?” You asked.

The look he gave you could be described as tired, or perhaps done, “you can lean on me.”

You felt your face burn, from both the proximity and the offer. You were working to stutter out a response, “th-there’s no need! It’ll hurt but I can manage,” you were shuffling to stand, and moved much too quickly, the sudden pain shooting through you like a shock of electro.

You inhaled deeply so as to not let out a cry of pain, and dropped back down to the ground. Or you would have, had it not been for Master Diluc’s quick reflexes.

You felt your whole body warm in embarrassment: you were being held . As though sensing your discomfort the man helped right you to stand on your own foot, however one gloved hand remained firmly on your elbow.

“You’ve made it worse,” he reprimanded, voice low, “stop being stubborn and let me help you.”

You couldn’t help the look of absolute disbelief on your face. Was he being serious? You could say the same to him! “I’m not being stubborn,” you denied.

“You are.”

“I am not !” You stressed. “I was hoping to find a way where I wouldn’t be putting myself further into your debt.”

“You’re not in my debt.”

“I am !” You disagreed. “You’ve saved my life twice, arguably three times now!”

“Arguably three times?”

“When I met the Cryo Abyss Mage not too far from here,” you counted onto your fingers, “when I was given shelter from the rain at your winery,” you counted before quickly moving on to the most recent incident when you noticed he was about to disagree, “and just now when you took down the two mages.”

“You weren’t under attack just now,” his brow furrowed, “you weren’t in any danger at all before I arrived. Where were you?”

“I was sitting in that tree,” you turned to point at it.

“You should have stayed put in that tree then,” he grumbled.

“I was trying to help!” You replied in indignation, before shrinking.

“It was unnecessary, I had it undercontrol,” you felt like you were being scolded, “and you got yourself injured as a result.”

He was right. You’d potentially gotten in his way too. It was nice of him not to bring that up though.

“I suppose I should have considered if I was getting in your way,” you looked away from him, “I’m sorry.”

He was still holding your elbow, you took note of how he hadn’t reached around to help you out yet. Was he waiting for your permission to help you before he touched you?

“Well,” he cut through the silence, “you didn’t get in the way ,” he corrected gently, “however you did put yourself into unnecessary danger.”

You shrunk even further, “I see that now.”

“Your information during the interrogation did help,” he acknowledged then, “thank you.”

“Yeah…uh you’re welcome I guess…it was no big deal - don’t - no need to mention it,” your voice got quieter with every word as you wrung your hands together hoping to relieve yourself of some embarrassment, “I suppose we ought to get inside, I’ve taken up enough of your time as it is already.”

“May I?” He asked as he gestured in a manner you understood as him asking to support you.

You nodded, more embarrassed by your previous actions than you were by his proximity. He took your right arm, slipping it over his shoulder, before his hand - which was really nice and warm-came to rest on your waist. In a smooth motion he pulled you into his side.

Nice and snug .

Oh gosh that’s embarrassing. But he was so warm and given you’d been doused from head to toe-hold up. “Uh wait Master Diluc!” You said after the first awkward hobble.

“What is it? Are you alright?” He really did have a decadent voice, truly it was rich as he spoke right above your head.

“Oh no! I’m alright, it’s just,” you grimaced, “I’m going to get your clothes all wet.”

“Is that all?”

“Well I’d rather not inconvenience you further,” you explained.

“Don’t worry about me,” he reiterated, his fingers flexing on your waist as he readjusted his grip, tightening it as he worked to help you again.

Your gaze snapped towards where his hand rested on your waist. Oh if your family saw you now. Hoo boy, would you be in for it. Such close proximity to a handsome man…and that hand on your waist.

Scandalous.

You’d never been held like this before. It was very strange, and incredibly embarrassing. You found yourself looking at the dark ground below, trying your best to go as fast as you could, the sooner you made it past the gates, the sooner Master Diluc could be free of you.

With every awkward little hop you made, the redheaded’s grip would readjust on your waist as he continued to help you. You swallowed heavily, the heat rising in your body making you warm despite your chilled skin.

“I’m sorry this is taking so long,” you apologized sheepishly when the entrance was in sight, “I’ve taken up a considerable amount of your time, so you can just leave me here to use the wall, I’ll manage.”

“I’m not about to leave you where you can be attacked when you’re unable to even stand.”

“Then you could let me lean on the wall and watch me walk in,” you suggested quickly, before pausing, “oh wait-”

“That would still be taking up my time, wouldn’t it?” He asked.

“Yeah, I was just thinking that,” you grimaced, “my bad.”

You heard a quiet exhale that sounded…amused? You turned to look at the man that was serving as your crutch, and unless it was a trick of the moonlight, there seemed to be a subtle upturn at the corner of his lips. You blinked and it was gone though, and so you turned to look ahead of you again.

As you got closer to the side entrance though a new worry rose to the forefront of your mind, and you stopped entirely.

“What is it this time?” He seemed a bit impatient.

“Well, I don’t think it would be wise to enter as we are right now,” you started, looking back up at your companion with a furrowed brow, “I’d rather we enter separately.”

He seemed to be considering what you intended by that. “I fear you being seen with me will hint at your secret identity.”

“How is that?” He furrowed his brows, eyes narrowing at you.

You pursed your lips while looking away, your embarrassment hurting more than the dull throbbing in your foot. You inhaled sharply as you grimaced. “I talked to Sir Kaeya about the Dark Knight Hero,” you started pausing as you worked to formulate the rest of the explanation.

“You told Kaeya your speculations?”

“No! No no no!” You immediately denied waving both your hands in a panic. “No, I didn’t,” you quickly cleared up as your brain quickly thread all the events together, “I tried to ask him if he knew of the Dark Knight Hero, and if he had any information about him,” you paused to breathe, “and he was already aware that a pyro user had saved me prior-I reported the first time I was attacked to him-and when he asked me if I thought that my savior was the Dark Knight Hero, I said yes.”

Master Diluc looked very unimpressed, and so you continued hurriedly, “I was just hoping he might give me some information for a change, but I never mentioned your name-not even once,” you rambled on, “and like you said, you’re not the only pyro vision user in Mondstadt!” You gestured with your free hand. “A-and! And he said as much the first time I met him. Uh-when I reported being attacked by an Abyss Mage!”

He closed his eyes and let out a long exhale, when he opened them again he raised a brow at you, “and did you get any information out of Kaeya in the end?”

You looked up towards the sky in thought, “he mentioned that the Dark Knight Hero frequents a tavern by the name of Angel’s Share,” you turned to look at him noticing his features had shifted subtly in surprise, “is that true?”

“I own Angel’s Share,” he stated, readjusting his grip on you as a whole, “given your concern, I take it you won’t be sharing your theories with anyone else?”

“I already promised you this,” your brows furrowed this time, “didn’t I?”

At his silence you promised him again, “yes, I promise that your secret is safe with me.”

“Good,” he nodded at you.

He pulled you along towards the entrance, and you wasted no time in voicing your confusion, “uh Master Diluc, about my suggestion to enter separately?”

“Yes, I’m in agreement,” you noticed that you were moving closer towards the wall, “it’s a rather astute suggestion after all.”

“Oh. Uh thank you,” you offered a gentle smile.

The vigilante helped you to the wall, and stood back watching you the whole way up until you made it through the entrance. There you were met by the knight that was keeping watch and an unavoidable interrogation.

“You’re hurt! How did you get injured?” The knight began reaching for you.

On instinct you reached out to keep him from touching you, which caused him to shrink back. “Well I climbed a tree, and, well, things happened, and here I am!” You explained, truthfully.

Seems that was enough for the guard. Following your instructions he got you something that could serve as a crutch, and tried to call for someone to escort you home. You appreciated the sentiment, but you did not want to inconvenience anyone else for the day, so you didn’t and hobbled on back to your inn by yourself.

You made it back to your room without causing yourself any additional pain, inspected the damage without subjecting anyone to the stench of your foot, and even managed to put into practice some of your healing…y’know without making too much noise. You’d had to gag yourself, kind of.

Which was all good news! Okay maybe not the gagging bit, but still, good news for the most part!

It took you a while to heal it and by the time you were done, as in, the swelling went down and it only throbbed with an easily ignorable soreness, you were freezing , your clothes were still damp after all. You wasted no time in switching into your night clothes and setting out your other clothes to dry before curling up under the covers for warmth.

Now you were a lady of your word, and so you half walked half limped your way to the Acting Grandmaster’s office first thing in the…early afternoon, to tell her what you’d overheard. Sans the unfairly beautiful winery owner’s involvement of course!

With that settled, and Master Jean rubbing her temples, no doubt attempting to assuage an incoming headache, you…didn’t move on to see Sister Barbara, but instead remained by the young lady for a bit longer.

Noticing you hadn’t left yet, she heaved a heavy sigh. “Thank you for your information,” she continued to rub at her temples, “The knights will be mobilized to handle this issue.”

“Well it was only right to tell you,” You replied with a shaky smile, feeling a pang of guilt for increasing her already tremendous burden. Well it wasn’t really your fault, but still, you felt for her.

You’d bring her some tea and sweets, oh and maybe some soap later. Oh you had to make that.

Anywho, you left to see Barbara after your meeting with Jean. You hadn’t been wearing your boots for long, so your feet didn’t stink! Well not too much anyway - besides any stench they would have worked up would likely be covered up by the mint scent of your numbing salve.

Your boot came off. The scent of mint wafted into the air much to your relief. Then your sock came off, then the bandage, and that was when you watched the popular deaconess’ face contort into a look of horror. Your foot looked abysmal. Truly.

It was swollen.

Much more swollen than you would have expected.

See, that was the problem with using the numbing salve, it just reduced the pain, it didn’t solve the problem. Barbara was looking at you in horror, especially given she’d seen you limp your way into the cathedral, without a crutch.

Gosh, and it was this bad with your healing. Either it was way worse before, or you plain sucked at healing.

Well! You were still new to the whole vision thing. You’d figure it out eventually.

She was such a great mentor really. When you expressed you’d actually tried to heal it last night - she seemed even worse for wear after hearing you’d slept with the leg - how did you manage that? Oh yeah-you were exhausted.

Back on topic!

Yes, Barbara decided to walk you through how she would go about healing it, and a good way to use your elemental sight and vision to inspect the wound better. It was really clever! Upon inspecting the damage done to your foot, you could understand exactly why she was as mortified as she was. Just wow - you’d really done a number on yourself. You’d outdone yourself really. Coming to Mondstadt was giving you all sorts of new experiences.

Rejecting Sir Kaeya’s soup might just be the highlight of this trip really. Or perhaps last night when you were supported by Master Diluc. The ghost of his fingers on his waist teased you, and you shook out your embarrassment quickly.

Anywho, once you were fully healed, Barbara told you not to do anything strenuous for the day. She let you off with a word of advice that every healer has their own way of healing and that it will take time before you figure out what works for you.

Nothing strenuous huh?

Nothing strenuous.

Would your current activities be called strenuous?

Hmm. Depends on who you asked and how they defined strenuous. You were making soap right outside Mondstadt’s walls. That wasn’t strenuous!

It was rather relaxing actually!

Adelinde hadn’t shared much of her troubles with you, however, you picked up on the fact that she worked a lot, and that Master Diluc did as well. And Master Jean too! Welp that was all the more reason to prepare some soaps with refreshing scents that were good for the skin. You should make a good batch of them so the other maids and workers could also get some! That would only be fair.

Oh maybe you could prepare a bathing solution! You knew just the thing for hair and skin!

Oh wait, it depended on the type of hair and type of skin…

Ah, well, they’d figure it out.

Also your mother had this amazing foot cream, you’d modified it slightly with the help of your old professor back when you were still at home so it was even more effective! It would help with those sores the sweet maid did mention.

And you could also extract oils from the mints to make a topical solution for headaches! Sir Kaeya would appreciate that wouldn’t he?

You weren’t sure if they’d help with hangover headaches though…

“My if I didn’t know better, I’d think there was a witch brewing evil outside Mondstadt.”

Ah think of the peacock and he shall appear.

You looked up from where you were squatting by your pack, soap molds and a batch of mint in hand. Well that was convenient for you! You could tell him about the mint oil!

“Sir Kaeya!” Your excitement springing you into a standing position. “Perfect timing! I was just thinking about you!”

He looked amused then.

Wait had he just said witches were evil? But Miss Lisa was lovely how-

“Oh?” He smirked at you. “Thinking about me ?”

“Sir Kaeya, did you just call witches evil?”

He seemed confused by your statement and raised an eyebrow in askance.

“Miss Lisa is a witch,” you furrowed your brow, your earlier excitement lost, your hands falling to your sides, “however, she is most kind and absolutely delightful! So please refrain from speaking ill of witches!”

He let out a little chuckle then. His one visible eye scanning you in a chilling appraisal. “Trying to distract me from the fact that I was on your mind?”

You blinked at him, the furrow in your brow replaced with a relaxed forehead and wide eyes that revealed your bafflement.

Oh!

“No,” your tone was blank, innocent as your expression, and pure as your intentions.

The captain chuckled, his visible eye crinkling. It was a nice sound. You almost forgot that he always approached with ulterior intentions.

“Pray tell then, why was I on your mind?”

“Because! Mints!” You smiled holding up the bundle as though it would explain the whole situation.

It did not.

“Mint oil is good for headaches,” you elaborated, your mouth finally catching up with your brain-no your brain finally catching up with your runaway train of thoughts, “you simply apply it to your forehead or temples- and temples? or take a whiff of it and it can help with headaches!”

The captain raised a hand to his chin, looking rather intrigued before his eye shifted to look to your side. You followed his gaze to the cauldron that you were currently using to make your soaps.

“And what is this concoction here?” He inquired.

“Soap.”

“Soap?”

“Soap,” you nodded, before squatting down to prepare the molds. In the middle of placing different petals and peels in you turned to the knight who was still unnervingly scrutinizing your every move, “would you like one?”

His eyebrow rose as though confused by your offer.

“The soap,” you elaborated, “would you like a bar once I finish this batch?”

“What were you planning to do with all this soap?”

“Give it to mothers so they can wash their children’s tongues clean of their lies,” you explained, your tone void of the humor your statement carried.

When the man seemed to believe you, you giggled, “I met a very nice lady who helped me out, so I’m gifting it to her,” you stood to mix the soap solution, adding this and that to it, “no need to be so suspicious Sir Kaeya,” you turned to look at him, “how may I help you today?”

“Oh I just came to repay you for yesterday,” he offered you his usual jovial smile as he flourished a fancy looking pen.

Oh! That’s nice! Not the most convenient, given it requires you to refill it regularly, but still a kind gesture!

Also you were weak for stationery, and this, this was a beautiful piece of stationery. An elaborate fountain pen, of a regal navy color, its clip resembling a peacock feather.

It was too fancy.

You couldn’t accept something so obviously expensive in exchange for only an apple and a sunsettia…and a tea…and a massage…

“I don’t think I can accept something so fancy when I’m not sure I even helped cure your headache,” you tugged at your hair apologetically.

“I’d say you helped,” he smiled.

“The treatment doesn’t feel like it warrants something so expensive,” you shifted away from his offering.

“My you are difficult,” he chuckled, “how about this?” He gestured with the hand holding the pen. “Consider this as an early payment for the mint oil.”

Huh. Mint oil was a little difficult to extract, and as a result, a bit on the expensive side when sold. You could make sure to offer him a quantity you felt was on par with the price of the pen.

“I’d rather you kept the pen until I actually give you the mint oil though,” you stared at the pen before looking back at its current owner.

He pouted, clearly upset by your continued rejection. Well it wasn’t really rejection. It was…uh…bartering! Yes bartering! In reverse?

“I bought this pen especially for you,” he complained, “as a token of my gratitude for your help.”

“Mondstadt sells special stationery?” You perked up. “Where?”

Oh no. No. No no no. You did not have the funds to buy fancy pens and notebooks. You were starting to run low on funds as it was already. You’d spent too much time at the inn (courtesy of your first life threatening experience) and well it was a good place to dry herbs. Oh maybe you could ask Miss Lisa to let you dry herbs in the library or something.

You heard the knight sigh, bringing you back to your current situation. The soap! You scurried to the cauldron, and stirred the thick bubbling inedible stew.

You began pouring the solution out into the molds, making sure to layer in different petals as you did. Sir Kaeya was still in your vicinity as you did so, you didn’t mean to be rude, but you needed these to cool and set by sunset. He plopped himself down by your pack, now quietly observing.

Ah yes, to be observed so closely by a beautiful man. That wasn’t uncomfortable at all. You knew full well the added heat in your cheeks was not because of the heat of the cauldron. Well, to be fair, yesterday you’d been held by an equally beautiful man. You jolted a bit, the phantom grip of Master Diluc’s warm hand on your waist.

Ah yes! If you had time after this you ought to prepare some salves for the vigilante. He seemed to work alone, and likely endured injuries. You had an excellent antibacterial salve recipe! It sealed wounds rather well and didn’t even sting!

Though you preferred the sting to be honest. It meant the wound was being disinfected properly.

“Well I have to be off,” the knight rose to his feet, “I’ve confirmed you aren’t making anything dangerous and you’ve rejected my repayment,” he pouted playfully at you, “seems you like to keep people in your debt.”

You startled and turned to look at him, mid pour.

“How hypocritical, given you insist on never being in anyone else’s debt,” he lamented theatrically-it was rather dramatic in your opinion.

“You’re not in my debt,” you furrowed your brow at him and turned back to your project for a moment to finish up that specific soap bar before facing him again, “and I feel like if I take your pen then I’ll be in your debt.”

He looked…rather disappointed. His little pout was less annoying and more…? You were not about to call this clearly dangerous man cute, but his pout definitely was. Hmm…it seemed like if you didn’t take this pen, he’d feel indebted to you regardless of your opinion. That was not a nice feeling to experience. It was a nice pen.

Fine.

If only to make sure he wouldn’t feel the weight of a debt. But it would leave a sour taste on your tongue. Oh! You got it!

“How about mora instead?” You suggested.

Yeah, you couldn’t just take that pen. Too fancy. And rather strange given you didn’t feel you were well acquainted with the flamboyantly dressed captain.

His smirk was tired then as he acquiesced, “you’d make a horrible merchant.”

Well that stung.

“Honest merchants can be good merchants,” you huffed, temporarily abandoning your soaps, “I’d say you owe me approximately,” well tomatoes were 90 mora a piece, and you gave him a massage.

Massages were kind of expensive? Were they? Well if it’s a professional handling it, then yes-but you’re not so…

“250 mora?” You suggested.

He gave you 500 and left while you were counting.

He was the one who taught you the generous tip tactic.

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writings-by-fairy · 2 months

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Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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crimson-kisses · 11 months

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Oh my gosh I love your writings so much. Don’t apologize for sending in work late, you do such amazing work and you shouldn’t feel pressured about it. ❤️ Anyways, I’ve been loving your “hetalia and nyotalia sharing a darling” writings, and I was wondering if you could do the same but with 2p Italy and 2p nyo Italy? Or If you don’t do 2ps anymore can you do Arthur and Alice? (I’m sorry if this is too much 😥)

thank you so much for the compliments my love, absolutely warms my heart to receive these messages from y’all. always a pleasure to read truly! and don’t worry I will try my best with the request. hope you enjoy honey ♡︎ @lady-cap

Warnings: Descriptive violence, non-con acts, blood and the like.

"Il nostro tesoro prezioso"— 2p!Italy: Luciano Vargas || 2p!nyo!Italy: Lucrecia Raffaella Vargas

Her auburn hair glows from the fireplace just behind her, ruby lips giving a peck to her smoking companion. The knife grasped loosely in her hand falls to the floor as she carelessly tosses it aside, a blissful sigh before a loud chuckle comes from her and the man besides her resorts to rolling his eyes.

"Ve~~~, that was quite fun, wasn’t it?", Lucrecia practically throws herself at him, hands wrapped around his shoulders as she rests her head on his shoulder, despite Luciano clearly being discontent with her clinginess. Nonetheless he stays completely silent, not bothering to entertain her any further and the lady slowly withdraws her arms back with furrowed brows then pouts playfully at the lack of reaction.

She stares as he scrutinizes their surroundings, cigarette still lit as he slowly spins it, a smirk slowly forms on his face, which she gives a crooked smile in response knowing he had something in mind for their precious treasure. There’s a deep breath from him and his bloody eyes seemed to pour ice on your soul as they stare straight at yours.

The tape all around your body felt as if they were burning, tightening with every second that passed, itching your skin and making you sweat with dread and possibly inducing a panic attack. If not the tape then perhaps the previous events which included a rude invasion of your boss’s mansion and the all out shoot out, murders that followed, the shards of glasses, blood stains, dead bodies slumped around being the core evidence, would probably be the prime reason.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until you were shoved aside by their men and you only ended hurting a few of them, nonetheless you weren’t going to give up despite only being an assistant to your boss, who wasn’t even a mafia boss for goodness sake. Apparently it was chaos, a battle even which ensued itself out of nowhere.

Though being aware of Luciano's inappropriate stares, whispers and touches, you presumed he was simply like that with all of the women he encountered, which was true, he was a goddamn fucking prick. You didn’t expect this from his counterpart though, although there were definitely a few signs that you probably missed or overlooked. But you weren’t aware of how absolutely deranged they were about you. A simple lady who was caught up in this mess.

"The fun has only just begun",

Identical blood red eyes continued to eat up your withering form, the atmosphere heavy with panicked breathing and the blistering heat from the fireplace, the sound of Lucrecia's heels echoed through the room as she giddily made her way towards you, Luciano watching her every movement until his eyes once again landed on your form.

You couldn’t help but flinch away from her as she got close to you, although with being tied, the armchair you were placed on wasn’t much spacious either, with a single confident stride she seated herself on your lap, her breath hitting your face as you cringed at the smell of wine and cigarette making her frown and sigh slowly.

Her fingers cautiously traced your jawline as you gulped, remembering the knife she had used to end several of your co-workers, she seemed to be studying every detail on your face, eyes unwavering and unblinking, it was unnerving and her sudden closeness to you didn’t make anything better, trying to move your body didn’t seem to deter her one bit either. If anything, she ignored your fidgeting much to your chagrin.

After observing the both of you on the armchair for a while, Luciano takes a long drag of his cigarette, his boots not making a sound yet his presence was hard to miss as he got closer to you both, gloved hands harshly grabbed your chin making you face towards him as he licked his lips, the scared look on your face was absolutely delicious, once again he gave a slight smirk and captured your trembling lips with his with no hesitation, and oh god, was the taste of your fear so exhilarating.

"What a belladonna".

Both of them are sadistic no doubt, I feel as if Luciano would control himself around you to not draw blood at the very least. Meanwhile, his female counterpart is far more sadistic than him, although with you she would prefer saving her blood thirst for when you really manage to piss her off. Or when she’s feeling extra unstable.

They aren’t much better for that though, Luciano is very controlling, even with Lucrecia who rebels against him in subtle ways. Although most of the time he lets her do her thing, she is surprisingly obsessive and clingy towards him, much to everyone’s confusion including his. She could be the most terrifying nightmare for most people so it’s confusing why doesn’t she head butts with Luciano more often or isn’t so violent as him (she is).

You can expect every aspect of your life to go according to what Luciano wants, and you can’t help but not utter a word since just because he’s more lenient towards you than he is towards other people, it doesn’t mean that he won’t be pissed off at your defiance. He won’t hesitate leaving pretty bruises on your skin for Lucrecia to tend after, and most of the time she ends up making it worse with an oblivious tone in her voice, but you just know that they both simply get off your pain, tears, bruises, so you have no choice really.

They will make you do several chores around the house, basically a personal maid just for them, you won’t meet anyone else in the house expect for few maids, who don’t converse much anyways, always scurrying about with heads down and mouth shut. Basically tidying up their beds, personal rooms, cooking just for them and tending to their needs. Your duties revolve around them. Wearing your pretty little dresses that leaves no room for imagination nor any cover against their advances.

Lucrecia is actually the dominant one in the relationship you could say, although her male counterpart is no pushover either, he willingly lets her take the reigns the most. I can see her being in charge of disciplining you as well, although there’s no specific structure for you to follow with them. She will gladly feed you until you can’t eat anymore, smother you with overbearing affection, make you wear embarrassing dresses, pinch your cheeks until it bruises, temporarily fracture your fingers because you did something she didn’t like, eat your ears off with her chatter, it’s fucking exhausting to be around her and it shows on your face whenever Luciano gets out of his office or comes home late.

Though he would just grumble and be bombarded by whatever bullshit Lucrecia spills, her clingy hugs and things about you which is the only part he bothers to pay half a mind to. It’s after a bottle of wine that his day truly starts tho, especially when you look so endearing and breedable with your maid costume showing off your curvy figure, he might accidentally spill some on you, feigning innocence as he attempts to help you but you know that he simply wants to take the damn thing off your body and bruise you all over again.

Surprisingly, Luciano prefers to take his sweet time ravaging your body, biteful kisses on your breast, as his hands hold your waist so possessively, straddling your waist and whispering dirty things, which quickly turns lewder, his touches rougher, your hair almost ripped off from your scalp, bites and scratches decorate you body, when he’s done with you and finally he falls right then and there, staining your walls white and burying his face on your soft chest. He’s almost playful after whenever the day he’s fucked you, in a cruel way though, pulling you on his lap, your hair, calling you names, basically just being a nuisance.

Lucrecia is rather spontaneous, like everything she does, pulling you by your dress as you are fixing the bed, drunk and high as fuck, blubbering about the things, the stuffs she wants to do to you, her hands always fixated on you hips as her nails claw at your waist, always wanting to pull a muscle and have you sore, pained when she’s done with you, her aftercare is showing her art piece off front of the mirror as she fixes you up, ignoring your tears, and whatever she had caused. In her eyes, it’s just the way she had always loved.

I would say both of them are insane and deranged, they don’t really differ much in that aspect but their perspectives on few things are different and a few quirks of their personalities as well. It’s probably easier to know when you are trapped with them, that’s for sure but also Luciano is more composed than his counterpart, more savvy and has bloodier moody issues.

No one is touching, seeing and even knowing about you, they both wouldn’t have it especially Luciano. Although you can expect Lucrecia to brag everything about you, and she wouldn’t mind showing you off to their most closest companions, although in their world such people are hard to come by. It’s safe to say it’s going to be a rough back breaking ride for their precious girl, that’s for sure.

"You are everything to us, our beloved"— Nyo!England: Alice Kirkland.

Her voice is rather annoying, no scratch that, actually it’s making you want to commit a massacre. It’s as if you are listening to a plate being scratched by forks, yes definitely that, she can screech all she wants with her bloody haughty accent it won’t stop making her sound similar to a dehydrated chicken. Fuck's sake.

She had always been like this, compared to her Arthur was at the very least tolerable. You just could not deal with her constant mood swings, demands, insecurities and what not. Always wanting to prove that she was better than her male counterpart and how the past sexist world was so unfair towards her, basically trauma dumping and she just really needed to stop. She had always held a considerable amount of power, just that Arthur was mostly send off to conquer the world, during wars and shit, not on a bloody vacation.

There she goes berating you for one thing or another, sitting on the sofa across from you, knitting a sweater and very much upset that you couldn’t maker her a cup of tea as well. Or rather, that was the fact that brought up this whole speech of hers in the first place, frankly you did not want to and confined to sip your very delicious cup of tea. She could go—

"You are not listening to a word coming out of my mouth, are you?",

You slowly set your tea on the saucer and calmly stared right into her furious glare directed towards you, used to it at this point. She huffs and before she could utter another word,

"Perhaps you should stop claiming yourself to be a victim all the damn time and actually realize the privilege you have always had over the other truly underprivileged women whether you wanted it or not, quit whining and stop letting what happened in the past drag you down. Have you considered a bloody therapist? I am not your trauma dumpster Alice, I am tired too".

A look of surprise takes over her face which quickly turns into a sneer as she crosses her arms, glare unwavering and a reddish tint of anger still lingering on her appearance,

"Oh you are the one to talk, your generation of women are the privileged ones, you have no idea what …",

Soon enough, it’s safe to say that the whole manor would have been cleared by how loud, ferocious and bitter both of your tones were. Arguing back and forth, with heated glares and firm stances, Alice was probably going to break and honestly you would love a hot cup of tea to soothe your nerves because god forbid, if this woman doesn’t shut up

It wasn't that you didn't sympathize with her, as a woman you had done your best to support her when it came to such things, but what you wouldn't accept is her unwillingness to stop blaming others for her misfortunes in the past or painting herself as an absolute powerless victim. Sometimes you had to brush off your pain, get your ass up and fix shit, like most of the women in your family. Like you had done so, which is why you became a hardened deteticive with a strong resolve none could easily crack.

Not to mention, that you were trapped in her and his mansion with no escape in sight. Of course, you were going to annoy the shit out of her.

"Goodness, just what is going on in here?",

Arthur quickly took off his coat, eyes already scrutinising the scene in front of him, both of you were breathing heavily from all the yelling and he seemed to be beyond irritated himself. It was one thing to deal with Alice in this state, with you in the mix?

He could already feel the migraine he was about to endure from dealing with two stubborn, headstrong woman.

Honestly, both of them are a chore to deal with. I feel as if Alice is used to working harder and striving to be heard which mixed with her desperation, insecurities and possessiveness over her darling is bound to be exhausting quickly. Even aggravating since the only true victim over here is you, not her. If anything, she would treat you as her pet, it’s infuriating obviously.

Arthur on the other hand, would rather not paint himself that way regarding his pride, and is much more collected in the way he represents himself in front of you. He's much more intimidating than Alice, and would be the one to dish out the punishments, hence making you more wary and careful of him than Alice. As she prefers ofc, who do you think encourages Arthur to bring out the cane? She knows Arthur can be a hell of an intimidating person, it has always worked in her favor a lot of times. she bloody loves it.

Not saying that Alice should be taken lightly, when her mind is in the right state, she can be very manipulative even towards Arthur, she knows how to twist her words and render you into trouble. Both of them would be tricky, cunning and charming enough to strip you off your security by any law. Whether labeling you as a spy, as corrupt and spouting rumors. You won't even know what is going on until the answer is right in front of you.

Even though they both would bicker most of the time amongst each other, it’s more of a harmless banter at this point. It’s how they communicate since both of them most of the time than not, suppress their emotions which are bound to burst once they crack. And the target of their actions is you of course. They both are quite closer than they might seem, although Alice is more likely to piss Arthur off and have him torment you one way or another. It’s a power trip, a display of her cunningness which even Arthur gets caught in.

You could be a powerful lady, not in status but perhaps it’s your wits, the way you carry yourself and remain a distinct lady with her own bold ambitions she strives hard to achieve. Maybe one day, Alice stumbled onto you, umbrellas crashing to the ground as both of you curse each other as politely as possible, which quickly turns into playful arguments. Maybe it’s Arthur who looks into you after hearing Alice’s thoughts about you, calling you personally in his office and both of you hit it off from there. All it takes is a specific glance towards each other which seals off your life once and for all.

It won’t take much for an intelligent woman to understand what is going on, a bit too late or early even, not that it matters. You may punch and scream at them as much as you want, Alice does not hesitate retorting with sharp and hurtful words and Arthur isn’t the one to back down either. These both won’t always physically harm you, it’s more mental and emotional punishments with them. Chipping away at your insecurities, controlling your actions, monitoring your emotions and suffocating you with their possessive behaviors. Also I like the idea of Alice getting into petty fistfights with you, she would definitely do that once she’s off her high horse once in a while.

Obviously there is no escape, being as observant as both of them are, they have already planned quite ahead. They have powerful connections and allies who would be willing to help them, even if Alice has to act flustered in front of Antonio and drop her dignity to gain few favors if it concerns you, she will do it. You would be given the royal treatment as long as you stay on your tiptoes and behave mannered. If not, then punishments would be followed.

Honestly, Alice is the dominant one in this relationship I would say, not sexually necessarily, but she does has her way of controlling and manipulating any situation she is in, if she put her mind into it. It’s sort of a switch between her and Arthur, the gentleman though would rather drop dead than be the bottom and let her boss him around just like that.

Arthur does understand what’s going on, but he knows Alice more than anyone else does, and vice versa. They both have this understanding between them which is quite hard to explain and believe. With you in the mix tho, Arthur trusts Alice to share you with her, he knows she’s a cunt but she’s also the one who has soothed his wounds and he’s the one who endured her breakdowns. Even though they might have their moments, once you’re in the mix, they are dead set on claiming you as theirs. They both understand the loneliness they have gone through, your presence is an addiction to themselves.

Arthur is more likely to talk down to you while Alice would talk against you, as if your mere opinions bother her, as if she hates that you think independently and not follow what she says. Arthur, as said before simply disregards your stand on most things, such as why it’s morally unacceptable to hold a woman captive. You will suffer from being mentally unstable at some point, until things get worse and worse and the dam breaks. To them though? It’s entertaining. They love you, but there are few things that have to broken so that they may be mended in a more say, preferred form.

Of course, both of them would show you off to others, and also make sure you don’t misbehave and ruin their reputations in front of their peers, that would result in a swift punishment. You would be their pretty blooming rose, a wonderful woman who will forever be in a cage of their making, and no one’s going to save you darling, to beings like them? it’s more entertaining than anything. And these both would make sure to drill that in your head. The world is a disgusting place, not suitable for a beloved lady such as yourself.

Tempted to write a one shot

#hetalia #aph hetalia #yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere england #nyotalia #nyotalia england #hetalia england #2p hetalia #2p nyotalia #2p italy #hetalia fandom #hetalia x reader #yandere imagines #tw yandere #aph england #hetalia italy #nyotalia italy #aph italy

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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Heethans reaction to y/n calling her favorite male actor “hot” all day and screaming when he followed her back on insta??

I made this purely out of dialogue bc I thought it was fitting to show Heethan’s inner thoughts and his reaction. Enjoy!

You and Heeseung went to the movies. One of your favorite actors played the lead role, and he did so well, yet it was his looks and body that made you internally scream.

“oh my gosh! Doesn’t he look so handsome? They made him so badass in this film.”

………..

HIS Perspective :

‘……Im going to burn down every theater…I fucking swear….’

“Heeseung look! Oh my gosh I love it when he wears all black.”

‘really??….you beautiful dummy….I’m wearing all black….why the fuck is he so special? And knock off the swooning….’

…………

“My gosh wasn’t the movie good Heeseung? Did you like it?”

“….uh huh….”

“what scene was your favorite?”

“the part where the lead character died..”

………

“Really??? I hated that part….”

“I thought it was nice.”

‘I wish they would have made ghat part longer…’

“oh…gosh wasn’t he so handsome though?”

“Never crossed my mind…”

“why? How can you not find him so sexy?”

“Im a man who only finds one thing sexy in this entire universe, it ain’t some dude I just saw in a vampire flick…..”

“oh come on….you can still at least acknowledge he is good looking.”

“……doesn’t impress me.”

“okay we’ll then which man, by your standards, do you consider to be good looking? “

“I don’t know…probably Jake.”

“oh yeah…I agree. Jake is very handsome.”

‘WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCKFUCK!!! What the fuck is wrong with her???!’

“on second thought…I think Ethan is actually better looking…”

“….what?”

“yeah don’t you like the way his eyes are dark and narrow and his smile is so nice?”

“Heeseung stop it hahahahaha. Ethan’s smile is far from nice…it can be a little scary..”

“I think that’s what makes him so handsome…YOU DO….THINK HE IS HANDSOME……RIGHT?…..”

“Uh….of course….you and Ethan are the most handsome.”

‘that’s what I fucking thought y/n….that’s what i fucking thought.’

……….

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see if the actor will accept my request on IG, I heard sometimes celebrities will add their fans back.

‘yeah right….those types of accounts are always managed by their staff and crew members of their agencies…what does she expect-“

“oh! He added me! And he responded to my message.”

‘KILL EVERYTHING!!!!!!! BRING ME HIS FACE RIGHT NOW ILL PUT IT THROUGH THE SHREDDER!!!’

“…………huh….that right?”

“yeah, see?”

“Hmm…let me take a closer look, can I see your phone?”

“here.”

“thanks pretty baby…” *throws phone into lake*

“Heeseung my phone!!! Why did-“

“COME HERE!”

*grabs you by the waist, swings you around and pins you against the wall.*

“what are you doing? What about my phone? I can’t believe you-“

“shuuuuuuuut….UP!”

“……….”

*he chuckles* “that’s better……”

*slowly unbuttons your shirt while his other hand pulls you in by the waist.*

“now…tell me how much you love it when I wear all black…..”

“I….love it when you wear all black.”

“don’t I look so handsome when I wear it? Hmm?”

“y…yes….”

“yes what?”

“Yes…..Ethan.”

“good girl. Also, what was your favorite part of the movie again? Didn’t you say it was when he bit on that girl? Didn’t you say it was…sexy?”

“I ….I mean that-“

“no-no…..I specifically recall you mentioning how much you LOVED that part….how hot it looked….didnt you?”

“…..y-yeah…”

“well tonight’s your lucky night. I’m here…all in black…I have a pretty girl in front of me…and for some odd reason….I just have this urge to bite down on something….. How fitting.”

*bites your neck. You squirm and help, you try to push him off but he nibbles your jawline and ears.*

“Ethan stop! Not in public.”

“Call me Dracula baby….you fucking like it. Did you say it was sexy? Hmm? What about here? And here? Oh let’s not forget here? Oh! There’s a spot. Now the other side.”

*bites, licks, nibbles.*

“you know what else was my favorite part babydoll?”

“……uh….ugh…..w-what?”

*grins sadistically and looks over to the side where a secluded, and dark area inside the park is located at*

“n-no….Ethan no….no!”

*pulls and drags you away*

Next Day

“oh y/n! There you are I’ve been-…….y/n….what the Hell happened to you?”

“N-nothing…..”

“but you’re covered in…are those bite marks?….”

“……...yeah.”

“from Ethan?” *h/n smirks*

………

“…….Dracula….”

authors note: oh poor you…..lol.

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut

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wildestflowrs · 2 years

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🌟Ronancetober Day 14: Heaven and Hell🥀

Heaven and Hell (couldn’t keep us apart)

“What’s that do?”

Nancy shoots a glare at the angel peering over her shoulder. She rolls her eyes. “It’s an advanced displaced-soul detection device,” she explains disinterestedly, trying to ignore the angel’s rambling and focus on the job they’re both meant to be doing.

“Woah, I didn’t realise you guys had all this hi-tech stuff, like I thought you used demon spells and stuff, but I suppose that’s a little outdated. Hey, do you guys still use magic regularly or like has it died out for some of you yet because like I know this guy, Keith, who didn’t practice divine magic for so long that he can’t do it any more; it’s kinda pathetic. I mean, he could probably relearn-“

Ugh, working with angels is the worst. Nancy walks ahead through the forest, waving the device around and searching. It looks like a small scroll, but when unraveled it reveals a translucent pearly screen of infernal perception that allows the user to see displaced souls, even those hidden under the guise of a mortal or invisibility.

“-This is only like, my second field assignment ever though, unless you count that one with Steve where we had to retrieve a soul that sneaked out back to the mortal plane and was causing havoc, then that makes this-“

“Could you please be quiet, for heaven’s sake,” Nancy snaps, and the angel purses her lips. Nancy continues, “what exactly are you meant to be doing again? Because I’m quite capable of doing this assignment alone, especially without the help of some chatty angel,”

There’s a few moments of silence between them, and Nancy’s relived; until the angel bursts out laughing.

“Oh my, ‘for heaven’s sake’, cause you’re a demon! That’s good! Gosh, I didn’t realise you hell folk had such a sense of humor,”

This is going to be a long assignment.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Robin was informed she was being assigned for a field assignment with a demon, she was nervous. In her relatively short time as an angel, she’s hardly been back to the mortal plane since her death some 200 years ago. In fact, she will never admit it aloud, but she more or less avoided returning; in the months and years after her death, she felt empty existing forever in heaven, with no goals to achieve, no need to do as much as you could because there was no end; not until you served dutifully as an angel for many years, and you were able to request to move on, beyond existence. The thought of returning to the mortal plane brought her nothing but longing and despair; that she could no-longer participate in the fast-paced, messy life of a living person.

She’s still very much anxious when she gets to Earth, though the appearance of her demon companion- whom she has been assigned to accompany for the duration of their task - soothes her ever so slightly. She’s never met a demon before, she’s never been to hell, but she finds her quite beautiful. Ironically, the best way she could describe her appearance is angelic, with soft features that were flourished with sharpness, like the gentle shape of her face honed by her jawline. She’s completely gorgeous, despite the scowl that adorns her face and the smart maroon suit she wears.

“Who are you?”

Robin fumbles over her words, “Hi- wait sorry- uh- hello? I’m Robin, yeah, I’m Robin,”

The demon raises an eyebrow, but still offers her hand out to Robin, “Nancy Wheeler, representative from the fifth ring of hell,” Robin shakes her hand, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and the demon looks at her; concentrating, as if trying to figure her out.

“Oh, right, sorry let me try again,” Robin clears her throat. “Robin Buckley, representative of the third sphere of heaven,” She smiles at Nancy, who doesn’t reciprocate the gesture and continues to visually study Robin.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nancy thinks it’s pretty safe to say the past three hours have been the most insufferable thing she’s experienced for a while - and that’s coming from an inhabitant of hell for over 2,500 years.

She’s not used to so much talking, especially polite, non-aggressive talking. She definitely hates it; there’s no chance she’s beginning to become fond of the talkative, annoying, angel. She certainly hates her smart beige pants and puffy blouse that has the top few buttons undone, displaying the angel’s collection of magical necklaces. There’s nothing that draws her to the angel at all.

“Do you reflect on how you died very often? I do, I suppose, but most other people I know say not to? Which is stupid because surely in the afterlife we’re meant to reflect upon our lives and deaths before this, right? Isn’t that what afterlife is all abou-”

Nancy continues to hold the device in front of her, getting nothing until a flash of blue light appears on the screen and something rustles in the bushes ahead of them.

“Shh,” Nancy presses a finger to Robin’s lips as she is still looming just behind her left shoulder.

There’s another rustle, and a clicking growl, low and monstrous. Nancy is about to retrieve her sword from its sheath when Robin springs into action.

She quickly steps forward, creating a circle of golden light the diameter of her forearm in front of them, hands twisting and waving as she writes symbols within the circle. “We can’t fight it if we can’t see it,” she says, before waving once more and sending the circle flying forward, dispersing into shimmering dust-like particles; revealing the beast before them.

Nancy has recovered displaced souls before; they’re usually souls of mortals who were reluctant to move to their afterlife, or who had gotten lost on their way to the afterlife, so she would bring them down to where they belonged. Most resist - who wouldn’t when being sentenced to eternal punishment and suffering - but it is easy enough to restrain them; she’s a powerful demon in her own right.

If left un-recovered for too long, displaces souls begin to mutate and evolve into something less humanoid, the longer the period of time, the more mutated they become. Nancy’s aware of this, but she keeps on top of her assignments and has only dealt with a few mutated souls.

This soul, however, is like nothing she’s seen before.

It’s tall, at least eight or nine feet, towering over Nancy and her taller angel companion, with grotesque greyish skin that clings tight to the creature, making a clear outline of it’s skeletal frame and sharp, bony claws that are as big as Nancy’s head. Worst of all is it’s head; it has no facial features, only a blank head, until it screeches at them, opening up it’s face like a blooming flower to reveal hundreds of teeth and a gaping, cavernous mouth.

She’s seen her fair share of… unsightly things in hell, and she gathers Robin has as well; angels and demons alike are known for not being able to appear before mortals in their true form, needing to assume a simpler form as to not kill them instantly, but seeing a soul of a mortal like this… it’s unsettling.

The soul crouches down slightly, preparing to lurch towards the angel and demon. Nancy draw her sword and Robin prepares another spell circle, sharing a focused look.

“Let’s fucking get this thing,” the angel grins, and Nancy can’t help the blush that rises in her cheeks.

“Oh, fuck yeah,”

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Lil bit of an author’s note but I really enjoyed writing this like I had no ideas at first but then I just ran with this like omg

I’d love to expand more on like my thoughts about this universe and like how/why Nancy and Robin ended up where they are in the afterlife?? Plus bringing Max and the other kids into this because funnn

#ronancetober day 14 #ronancetober #ronance #heaven and hell au #angel robin buckley #demon nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance fanfic #wildestflowrs writes

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furrbbyx · 1 year

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The Orc’s Obsession: Epilogue

If you haven’t seen this part on A03 then you’re going to be very happy to see it now.

I plan to continue this story with a new Yan: (Y/N)

heheheheeehhahahhahaahhohohohoo

Anyway. Get caught up with the ending details and get ready for a new chapter.

cw: crying, court proceedings, reeducation camp, nightmares, PTSD, murderous rage, maladaptive daydreaming, nightmares come true, stalker returns

approx 700 words

You clutch at your father and best friend weeping, with your head burried in Kalani's shoulder. Around the room is entirely dark except for the harshly lite dais and the dimly lite shadow figures standing in a row in front of the accused.

The figures have just pronounced Bagul's guilt and punishment in a resonating echoing mix of their five voices. Two police materialized and took Bagul to meet his fate and reassignment at the hands of the mysterious overlords that governed.

You shut your eyes tight hoping to avoid Bagul's glare even though he can hardly see through the solid darkness that hid the jury and audience.

The nightmare is finally over.

Much of your life is back to normal for months following the trial. You start to build back your trust in people but maybe your avoidant tendencies have grown stronger. It's hard to connect with others.

Happiness returns after you're officially sure your orc kidnapper hasn't bred you. You cry for days after that weight has lifted. You still have harsh scars from the ordeal. Any normal person would. Yet, there's a surreal quality to your memories that confuses you. Sometimes you wake up with your heart beating and you honestly can't tell if you were having a wet dream or a bad one.

Sometimes you ache and tremble when you think about the intense orgasms, and the heart-exploding dash for your life. Bagul's spraying blood is the backdrop to fantasies that send cold fear rippling up your spine. If Kalani hadn't come would you really have tried something more permanent to deal with the orc?

How would I hide the body?

Those intrusive thoughts are where you draw the line, shaking your head to clear the murderous daydreams.

Nearly a year passes and you readjust so well that you're feeling healthier and more in control of your anger and bloodlust everyday.

The season was changing from the hot long nights of summer to the unpredictably cool ones of fall. But today is bright and sunny and warm, the wind still smells like freshy mowed grass. You walk into your job. Even though the customers can really try your patience at the small drink shop you're feeling so good that no Karen could ruin it. Someone waves at you enthusiastically after a few steps inside. You don't know the person but you raise your hand awkwardly to return the greeting when a shiver rolls over your skin.

"Babe!" the waver, a tall thin woman with a blunt geometric haircut, crop, top and oversized jeans squeals in a babyish tone. She's prancing toward you when you hear someone behind you clear their throat and then step past you to hug the woman.

The bulky body of the person behind you pushes you out of the way and you clutch your bag in terror.

"Hey sweetie" The orc lifts up the woman causing delighted yelps and nuzzles her before looking over and shooting you the most heated challenging glare you'd ever seen. You felt melted to the spot sweat tricking down your back. Everything about him throws you off from his bald head to a few new piercings and silver bands on his tusks. He's dressed in all black, bulky ill fitting clothing and his beard is tied in two braids down the side of his protruding jawline.

HOW! your mind cries out trying to come to terms with the possibilities, with this new reality. Bagul should be kilometers away being retaught how to function as a productive and rule-abiding member of society. And he definitely shouldn't be anywhere near your job

"Oh my GOSH I'm so glad you're out! I missed you!"

"Heh" Bagul chuckles putting down the woman. He grasps her shoulder and they walk towards the exit.

"Without you to keep me sane I never woulda got out on good behavior."

You're still standing in the middle of the shop dazed and utterly overcome by flashes of your kidnapping. Your mind seems to short out and a strong sense of fight or flight wracks your body before it settles in the pit of your stomach as a fight response tinged with rage and desperation. The indigestion of it all feels like the worst heartburn.

"Why were you in there anyways?"

"Ah nothin too bad...." The voices float away but your confusion, anxiety, and raw fear stays. You're suspended as your mind spirals, trapped again like you were back at the cabin.

NO! Please!

NO! another voice inside you growls furiously. You snap with an over-loud maniacal laugh that turns shrill and hysterical.

I wont let him get to me, you vow and clench your fists tight enough to make them ache.

I'll kill him first

#terato #yandere vibes #orc #monster lover #chubby!reader #cross posted on ao3

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silhouette-cosplay · 10 months

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Oh my gosh, I you're my new hero!! Your work is absolutely amazing and such an inspiration - I am an amateur cosplayer and a women (I started a little less then a year ago) and everything you represent... it means a lot to me :) Do you have any tips for getting started with cosplay? And do you have any advice for a women who cosplays mainly male characters? Thank you so much and keep rocking the world!

I'm so sorry this got lost in my inbox! Totally meant to reply, totally forgot. x'D First off, thank you! I love that cosplay can be any sort of gender expression--I'm a cis woman and very comfortable with that as my day-to-day identity, but I love changing it up in costume. For getting started in cosplay: don't be afraid to start small! Closet cosplays, thrifted cosplays, storebought cosplays are all valid options if you want to dip your toes in. You can also mix things up--buy some pieces and modify them, add bits and bobs, make some things but not everything--it's all okay! If you're looking for advice on specific costumes, I'm a big fan of Facebook groups, because they have cosplay specific ones for tons of fandoms, and then you can get narrowed down advice from folks who have made that character before. For femme folks who want to look masculine, there are two things I focus on: makeup/contouring, and changing the illusion of your body shape. With makeup, it's all about accentuating what we think of as more masculine features: contouring the cheekbone and jawline, heavier eyebrows, deeper set eyes. There are lots of youtube tutorials on how to do this! For body shape, it's about broadening the shoulders (I love a good 1" shoulderpad), and if you feel comfortable you can also use a binder to minimise the chest area. (Make sure to do some research into binders though--they can be uncomfortable and dangerous if not made by a reputable company and/or the right size.) I also use shoe lifts in my male cosplays to be a little taller sometimes! There's SO much more I could say but I hope that's helpful for getting directions to pursue! :)

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golden--doodler · 10 months

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5, 25, 32?

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for asking me too! I’ve been blessed today 😭

5.) What’s your favorite thing to draw?

Ooooh, I’d have to say my favorite thing to draw are cartoon eyes. I love showing a character’s expressions through their big ol’ peepers—I’ve always wanted to draw a piece where I don’t even give my character a mouth, just large, Gromit-like eyes. I just find the concept of being able to show all the expression you need for a character solely through their eyes incredibly fascinating. I guess they say the eyes are the window to the soul for a reason.

I would’ve loved to do 25, but I already answered that one for @drawthethingdoppelganger so I’ll just skip right to:

32.) What defines your artistic style?

I love this question so much because I’ve thought about this a ton while trying to develop my own art style. The things I try to keep consistent in my style are round, squishy head shapes (though sometimes I will give some characters a very sharp chin/jawline depending on who they are, and just to shake things up). I also usually draw large, round eyeballs with pupils that are always shaded black with a super tiny circle next to the pupil to indicate a shine, and just to add some flavor. One thing I also love adding for style are little lines under eyes to indicate a character is exhausted or just an overly-stressed kind of person. Plus I love drawing huge, exaggerated noses, which can be super round our angular depending on the character. And the bodies I usually draw (god I need to work on my anatomy skills, I haven’t really drawn full bodies in awhile) are generally fairly round, exaggerated, and huggable. I don’t even know if any of this made sense, but I always jump at the chance to talk about my art style!

#asks #thank you ahhhhhh 😭#i will take every opportunity to rant about art and how i (sort of) developed my own style #you can definitely tell where i got my inspiration from if you’ve seen any of my pieces

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I love matthew he's my precious boy who I'd do anything for. I really wanna try and sketch him out so if it's no bother, can i get a general description of what he looks like?

Oh my gosh, I'm so happy that you like him enough to sketch him! I would love to see the end result if you're comfortable with that! I don't have to post it, but I love seeing art based on my stories!! <333

Let me help with some physical descriptors of Matthew!

Firstly, as I said, his overall appearance vibes is Yuuri Katsuki meets Harry Potter 😆 That should give you a base haha.

Matthew has black hair that is quite shaggy, slightly wavy and normally is long enough to mostly cover his ears.

He did have a shoulder length hair phase when he first got to uni, but nowadays he keeps it shorter.

His eyes are a dark blue and quite large and doe like I guess? He can do killer puppy dog eyes, but he doesn't know that.

His face gets very very red when he drinks alcohol lol.

Matthew is 5'9"

He has fairly large cheeks and soft jawline.

He is slim, but not toned.

He has a burn scar on his right leg.

He has a few beauty marks on his body, but not many and no freckles.

Matthew is left handed.

He almost always carries around his backpack with him. It's blue and tatty and has some random badges that he's collected from free stalls and university events.

He likes casual clothes. If he liked his flatmates more he'd probably wear his pyjamas most of the time haha.

He owns and wears so many cardigans and slightly too big jumpers/hoodies.

He's not picky with colours, but he doesn't often wear black. Blues, greys and burgundies are his go to.

He has a weakness for clothes with fun designs though, but only on things like socks or pyjamas that other people probably won't see.

Hmm, I hope that's enough! I'm terrible with trying to describe people in detail 😆 Thanks you for asking!!

#asks #oc matthew bradley #original writing #hcs

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