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scarletwritesshit · 30 days

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⭐Boothill x F!Reader ⭐ Silver Stars

You kept looking up at Penacony’s sky. You knew that none of this was real, and that your physical body was safely resting in the Reveire back in reality, but that didn’t make the experience feel any more fake.

Boothill noticed you frequently looking up at the sky. On occasion, he would have to drag you out of the way of others or nudge you away from accidentally walking directly into a lamp post. He didn’t mind it, but his kindness did not come without a few "muddle fudgers.” You couldn’t help it. Penacony’s sky was simply too marvelous for you to ignore.

"Lass, ya better watch where you’re goin’, otherwise, one of these days you’re gonna trip and fall," Boothill said. "Don’t want ya bustin’ up your pretty face."

"Oh, sorry," you said, "It’s quite difficult to simply glaze by such a view.”

"Well if ya wanted to go stargazin’, why didn’t ya tell me so? Ain’t that a lot easier than wanderin’ around like some dumb dog?"

"I guess, but where are we going to find anywhere in Penacony to stargaze in solitude?"

Boothill thought for a moment. "I mean there’s them back-alley routes that eventually lead up to some pretty quiet and wide open spots. Ain’t gonna find no one up there seein’ how everyone else is too busy indulging in their own little fantasy lands."

"Do you even know where any of these spots are?"

"That’s what a GPS is for, hun. Not like any of them are very difficult to find in the first place, just gotta do a little walkin’."

Boothill grabbed you by the arm and started dragging you down a back-alley path. He had quite the tight grip, perhaps out of negligence for how strong his artificial body was. Your feet were practically smoking from the friction as he dragged you along. Eventually, you gave up trying to keep up with his pace and allowed yourself to skid along, until he stopped at a rather high spot overlooking the dreamy metropolis of the Golden Hour.

"Told ya I knew what I was doin’," he said, with a wink.

"Next time, could you be just a little bit gentler? My shoes were practically sparking a fire back there," you said.

"Shoulda told me something, lass. Could’ve picked ya up and thrown ya over my shoulder."

"Is it too late to take you up on that offer?"

"For now, yeah, ‘cuz we’re already here. But it ain’t off the table for later. For now, take a seat, lass."

Boothill sat down on the concrete, and invited you to sit next to him by patting the ground. You sat down next to him and looked up, admiring the grand view of Penacony’s stars blanketing above your head and beyond what can be seen past the guardrail. You looked all around, even leaning backwards to take in as much as the starry sky as you possibly could. Boothill wrapped his arm around your lower back to steady you so that you did not collapse onto the concrete.

"Wouldn’t it be easier if ya laid your bum down on my lap?" Boothill suggested. "If ya can deal with my cold metal thighs, it’ll be a heck of a lot easier to look at them stars than twisting ya spine all over the dang place."

Accepting Boothill’s offer, you laid down on his thighs, positioning your head so that you could rest between them comfortably. They were rather firm and solid, but the fabric of his pants cushioned them a little. Boothill was right about the stars being far more easily viewed from laying down. The only thing that really got in your way were the tuffs of his hair visible out of the corner of your eyes, but it was a minor inconvenience that you truthfully didn’t mind. He reached down to gently stroke the side of your face, but stopped himself.

"Sorry if I ain’t that comfortable," he said.

"No, its fine. I quite like it here," you said, grabbing his hand and gently placing it onto your cheek.

The metal of Boothill's fingers were quite cold from Penacony’s everlasting nighttime air. Curiously enough, it had the strangest sense of human warmth to it.

"You don’t gotta to pretend for me, partner. I know it ain’t the same as the feeling of another human."

"But this feeling is from you. Not just any person, flesh and blood or otherwise. That’s more important.”

"This hunk 'o crud ain’t anything like the me I once was. It’s turned me into a sad excuse of a person if I’ve ever seen one."

"I don’t mind. Really"

"Well I do," he said, gently running his finger alongside your cheek, "all I got to offer as a sad excuse of comfort is a heaping pile of metal."

"I get the feeling you don’t particularly enjoy being a cyborg."

"What gave that away? It’s gotta be up there with one of the worst things that had ever happened to me. Shame that not even the sweetest dreams can grant me a sense of normalcy."

"...Boothill, if a shooting star could grant a wish, would you wish for your human body back?"

Boothill went silent for a moment, and sighed. "No. I couldn’t There’s somethin’ far more valuable than my own humanity that I wish I could bring back."

"...You’re talking about her, aren’t you?"

"Right on target, partner. Even if I could bring ‘er back, I ain’t got a father's body to provide any warmth with. It’s cruel to do a little lady so dirty like that."

"She would think you’re the coolest, honestly."

"Maybe. Still can’t help but feel like I ain’t really there for ‘er with this lump of snot for a body. Probably a father’s guilt speakin’."

Boothill speaking more softly about himself for once put your body at ease, in addition to being rested comfortably in his lap. If it were possible in this dream, you felt as if you could drift off to sleep.

"Cyborg or not, you’ll always be Boothill to me," you said.

"Thank ya kindly, lass. Your words mean a whole lot to a little ol’ bucket of scrap like me. And I do apologize for dullin’ ya mood. Ya did say you wanted to stargaze, not listen to a rusty lad yap for Aeons know how long."

"No worries. I find this kind of talk kinda soothing."

"I can tell. Ya look like you’re gonna doze off on me."

"If it were feasible in a dream, then I would."

Boothill had become comfortable enough to entrust such a deeply hidden repressed feeling to you. In turn, you too felt much more at ease in his presence, knowing he was comfortable enough for such a thing. Beneath the stars, it was as if Penacony's sky was soothing the troubles of both of your golden hearts.

Your eyes began to feel heavy.

"I ain’t gonna bug ya if ya want a lil’ bit of shut-eye," Boothill said. "Stars are meant for sleepin’ under, after all."

He gently began to run his fingers through your hair, feeling as much as his cold metallic fingers would allow him to.

No use fighting back perhaps one of the first peaceful nights you two have shared in a while.

You closed your eyes.

#tbh you could read it as gn its just he refers to the reader using more feminine terms #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #boothill #boothill x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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versadies · 2 years

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everlasting romance (w/ gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. everlasting romance

ADDRESSED. capitano, pantalone (separate)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, ooc!capitano, ooc!pantalone, mentions of battles but no violence, not proofread, no tw as far as ik !

STAMP/SYPNOSIS. domestic fluff with capitano and pantalone !

PROMPT. domestic life as a married couple

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POST-SCRIPT. this is my entry for @pyroxeene's and @astranne's marry a harbinger event ! yes im very obsessed with cuddling w capitano because he looks very huggable, please dont mind me and enjoy your meal fellow fatui lovers 😀😀😀

LINKS. MARRY A HARBINGER MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ TAGLIST

CAPITANO

Sometimes, the days tend to be much colder than usual.

It’s expected. Living with the everlasting winters of Snezhnaya is something that is not an easy lifestyle. Even having a heater and fireplace in your home couldn’t be enough to make you not feel some shivers from the cold weather and not have a hard time sleeping from how cold it is.

Still, you didn’t really find the heart to complain. It’s something you’ve grown used to throughout the years of living here.

Besides, the cold is one of the best excuses to do something to your husband.

Even after spending a long time with Capitano, you still couldn’t find the courage to ask him for affection. You feel worried that he might see you as too clingy or reject you (despite the very well known fact that he wouldn’t do that). So the only things you could do is (1) hope your husband comes to you and do it without you having to ask him or (2) make up an excuse.

Back to the present time, you find yourself glancing at your husband from where you’re sitting, playing with the book you’re reading a few moments ago as you contemplate whether or not you should shoot your shot.

Ever since you moved into Capitano’s mansion, the harbinger made plenty of adjustments to make you comfortable. One of those adjustments includes adding a long sofa that’s made with the finest and most comfortable materials in his office for you to lounge in whenever you want to be with him as he works. The best part about the sofa is it’s big enough for you and Capitano, so he sometimes comes and sits next to you when he wants to take a break.

Unfortunately, today is not one of those times.

As you continue to think about what to do, you don't notice how your husband seems to look in your direction thanks to his helmet.

“Is there something wrong, ( Name )?” He asks, causing you to be taken back by surprise from him suddenly talking.

You were quick to shake your head, quickly putting a calm facade. “No of course not – don’t mind me, you can carry along with your work.” You reassured him before looking back at your book, trying to continue where you left off (only to fail).

You didn’t seem to notice how he looked at the clock nearby before putting some of his items aside on his desk. You glance at his direction when you hear him standing up from his seat, only for you to be surprised when he starts walking towards you.

“Perhaps I must’ve been working longer than you wanted.” He spoke as he sat down next to you, the cushion sinking from his weight. “Nevertheless, your troubles are something I cannot ignore.”

Your eyes widen a bit. “Huh?”

He lets out a huff. “I’ve known you long enough, ( Name ). We’ve been to battles together, we’ve been through things together, and we’ve been married for so long. It’s no use hiding from me.”

You let out a sheepish smile. “Alright, alright, you got me.. Is it so bad to desire for my husband’s affection?” You replied, closing your book shut.

“You could always ask, dearest.” He reassures you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you bask in for his warmth. “I’m not one to refuse my spouse’s requests. So you may feel free to ask for hugs and such instead of making up excuses. We’ve talked about this back then on our honeymoon, haven’t we?”

You lean on his broad shoulder, letting out a small sigh of content. “I know, I know. I just couldn’t help it, I fear I might be disturbing you too much.”

“For you? Never.”

Sometimes, the days tend to be much colder than usual.

But that’s alright, because you can always count on your husband to warm you up with a hug and a few words to share as you two enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

PANTALONE

Ever since you and Pantalone started living together as a married couple, he never considered eating anything except your homemade meals during work.

Some of the banker’s fellow subordinates would often gush and gossip about how they always catch sight of their lord eating a familiar box that contains his spouse’s meals, finding it sweet how he seems to enjoy your cooking.

It’s true, he does enjoy your cooking – maybe a bit more than most people when they eat your cooking – and isn’t afraid to tell you that. He doesn’t have to tell you that anyway, not when the meals you gave to him are always empty by the time he returns home. You’re not really sure if it’s because of how he’s so hungry that he’s willing to inhale everything you cook or because he’s just that obsessed with your cooking.

Apparently, it’s the latter.

Pantalone hadn’t told you yet, but your meals reminded him of home – the place he wants to be in instead of his cold and quiet office that’s not in his mansion. You could say your meals are something that’s therapeutic to him which makes you happy since you’re always willing to cook for your husband.

So it’s very, very strange that he started forgetting to bring his meals to work recently.

You’re not sure if it’s because of how he’s getting busier with work now or some other reason you can’t think of, so you have no choice but to come visit his office, not wanting him to get hungry despite the fact that he could buy a meal himself. It’s a good thing your work starts in the afternoon!

Whenever you come by to his office to drop off his food, your husband could only give you his classic smile and thank you for bringing it for him, only to receive yet another lecture about how he shouldn’t forget to bring his lunch next time from you. Of course, he says no words except: “Ah, of course, of course. How silly of me.” He lets out a sigh, a dramatic one at that. “I’ll try my best to not forget again, dearest. Since you’re here now, why don’t you stay with me for a while? It must be a tiring journey for you to come here–”

“I always use the carriage you provided to come here, what are you talking about–?”

“Please?”

You let out a sigh of defeat, sitting down on one of the chairs that’s situated across from where he’s sitting. “Alright, fine, but only for a few minutes or so. I don’t want to be late for work.”

It started to become a bit of a routine since then.

You often find yourself on your way to your husband’s workplace with the food he forgot to bring and sometimes yours when you feel hungry as well and stay in his office for a while until you have to leave for work. Throughout your stay in his office, you’d have conversations with him as he eats his meal.

You don’t bother lecturing him about forgetting his meal again by the time this goes on for weeks, knowing fully well he’ll just leave it again the next day or the other. You didn’t bother wondering why he does it either (nor why he always gives you that weird look of his whenever you try to ask him), because you can’t help but enjoy spending time with him in his workplace to the point where you just start bringing your own meal as well to eat with him.

Unknownst by you, the reason is very simple.

What makes eating a delicious homemade meal better?

Eating said delicious homemade meal with the person you care for the most, of course.

Pantalone longs for you often, especially when he eats his meal that you made with love and dedication. So when he actually forgot to bring his meal for the first time and you visited his workplace for it, he had the most brilliant idea!

Hence how he started to purposefully leave his meal, hiding the mischievous smile on his face as he leaves for his duties as a harbinger, looking forward to hearing the familiar sounds of your knocking before entering his office with his meal. It pleases him all the more when you start to bring your own meal as well and eat it with him. Before he knew it, he started to get used to the time he values with you in his office.

Mora can’t buy him something that’s as precious as this.

“Is there something on your mind?” You ask your husband, who wakes up from his own thoughts about this situation thanks to your voice.

He shakes his head quickly, a genuine smile is on his face. “No, no. Just thinking about how much I love my spouse very much.”

You slap his shoulder lightly with a chuckle. “Oh cut that out, flattery won’t save you.”

He chuckles as well in response. “Oh but it’s the truth, believe it or not.”

“Whatever you say, loverboy.” You replied before taking a bite of your meal.

He can get used to this indeed.

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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おやすみ sfw. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader.

✦ a cute scenario of a dream I had. I wrote it some time ago. Please enjoy. おやすみ (oyasumi) means goodnight. ✦ tw: none. write some headcanons about Sojun and Byakuya's mother. the banner contains an edited panel from ch. 179 by me. He isn't smiling in the original one. ✦ wc: 1.3k

The eyes of endless night skies feel dry and tired. His eyelids become heavy, his back hurts. Delicate hands, sleek fingers, hold the pen and one by one the papers get the fancy swirls of his signature plastered in them.

Captain Kuchiki isn’t used to yawning; however, this time he does. He realizes how much of an useful lieutenant Renji can be when is gone.

Byakuya stops for a second to look outside. It’s already really dark, but the bright silver light of the moon kisses the soft, ethereal, and ephemeral buds of Hanami.

He asks himself how might Rukia be? Is she safe? Is she enjoying the flowers with Renji? The captain sighs. The kids have grown up and now they are spending some free days in the world of the living for nothing else than their own honeymoon.

A soft smile appears on his lips. Tired eyes that also soften. Nobody sees him smile, and that’s exactly how it should be. An everlasting seriousness that shows how noble, calm, and collected the head of the clan is.

But… how much he wished he could smile with her…

The rustling of the trees outside slowly lull the captain to a sleepy state in which there is no coming back. But he doesn’t want to go to bed; Byakuya believes it’s not fair. He must finish, or, he wouldn’t get the right to sleep tight on his own big, comfortable bed.

He, also, is aware that in such state he won’t be able to do a proper work. So, he drags himself to the big seat that has belonged to every head clan; It’s bigger than a normal seat, in which more than one person could fit… but, ironically, it is only allowed just for a single person to sit… but not always, not always that had been the case.

The long-haired noble collapses on it. Just a cushion lies next to him; he grabs it. His delicate hands squeeze and grip tight to the velvety fabric. He remembers how sometimes, while being a kid, he enjoyed sleeping with his head lying on Sojun’s lap. He remembers how his dad would tell him about his daily adventures as a Lieutenant, while played with his hair until he would fall into the oneiric world with a sweet smile on his round face.

He also remembers how, most of the times, his dad would fall asleep as soon as he did. And how, his mother, would cover both of them with a mantle of knitted love, kissing their foreheads to wish them goodnight.

Byakuya shakes his head. This lack of sleep is making his eyes get watery. Yes, it has to be the lack of sleep…

Soon, his heavy eyelids win against Byakuya’s attempts for keeping them up. And he drifts so peacefully into a much-needed sleep session.

The paperwork doesn’t feel heavy on your arms as the way your heart does when you see his face.

“He looks so peaceful there” you think, watching the most beautiful soul your eyes have seen sleeping right in front of you. You let the paperwork over his deck and cross your arms. Smiling, you enjoy the low rumble of his pale lips barely spread and the sound of his deep breathing filling the night.

You wish, you pray, for life to give you at least a single chance to kiss him. But you know, a simple officer couldn’t. You are so sure Byakuya Kuchiki belongs to a woman who will never come back, but whose hand he will never let go off.

Sighing, you turn around to see if you can find something to cover him up. Spring is right around the corner, but nights are still chilly. You notice his frowning intensifying. Probably he is sensing your spiritual pressure, but, even so, he is so tired he can’t wake up.

You notice the tip of a crochet knitted something on one of the many racks his office has. On tippy toes, you are able to reach for it. It falls on your face, and it’s dusty. With all your willpower, you avoid sneezing.

Inspecting the clothe in your hand, you identify it as a blanket. Perfect to give him some comfort and fly away as soon as you have covered him with it. You don’t want him to feel less in control, and much less for him to see you as a nosy officer.

“This should do” you think, opening the blanket while coming closer to his inert body. Byakuya’s head has tilted to the side in a sluggish way, and you worry for his neck. However, the only cushion still remains tightly gripped by his hands.

With love and utmost care not to wake him up, you cover him with the knitted mantle. He immediately toss a little and lets go off the cushion to snuggle to the blanket. It makes you beam… after all, it’s just like a child.

“Goodnight, Kuchiki Taicho” you whisper, approaching your hand to his forehead yet without touching him. The tip of your fingers hurt from how much they wished they were at least grazing his skin. Your lips too.

Byakuya suddenly pulls your hand to stop you from leaving. You gasp. It certainly scares you.

“Why?” he asks, sleepy, with a raspier voice than ever. “Wh- what?” you ask back, blinking rapidly but not as fast as your heartbeats.

He pulls you closer, with enough strength for you to fall on his lap. You widen your eyes, Byakuya is probably still asleep, this isn’t- this is just a dream...

“Why, from all the things you could have chosen to cover me up… you chose this blanket?” he inquires you, showing you, he is completely awake and that the scent of his skin lingering so close to your nose is indeed real life.

“I- I… I saw it there and it was soft and warm… I thought- please forgive me Kuchiki taicho!” you mumble, trying to stand up. But his arms have you trapped. And you don’t really want them to let you go.

Byakuya looks into your eyes. His eyes in which you wished you could always reflect, have finally noticed your façade. He grabs one of the edges of the blanket and covers you with it. Now, both are under it… and it feels warm, and full of love and like if you were inside a bubble where nothing mattered except the both of you.

He takes his silky hand to your face, placing it like how a butterfly poses on top of a flower. “Forgive me for what I am about to do. But…” he murmurs, coming closer to your lips. You can barely breathe. No oxygen seems to be flowing to your brain, you feel lightheaded, confused, and yet again like in a dream.

A kiss on your cheek, close to your commissure.

“Thank you. Thank you so much” he whispers, watching the way you bite your lower lip absolutely clueless. “You can go if you want. Again, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to do anything aga-“

You cut him short. If he had the right to pull you so unexpectedly, to kiss your cheek so deadly and faintly. Then, fairness is that you have your chance too.

Your lips crash against his forehead, surprising him to no extent. But he isn’t mad, he just hugs you closer to his chest. “You…?” he asks you, and there is no need for more words. You simply understand…

Yes, Byakuya… me too, you have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you, to hug you, to love you.

“Yes… you?” you ask back, placing your hand on his shoulder, snuggling closer, getting comfortable on his lap.

He looks down, his cheeks, for the very first time, give you the gift of seeing them blushed. “Yes…” he confesses. Whether is that meaning love, attraction, need, or who knows what, you don’t really mind.

What only matters now, is to enjoy his lips against yours. The warmth of the blanket that smells just like him. The protective embrace of Kuchiki taicho’s arms around your waist… the smile after the kiss, a smile you will never forget. A smile he wanted to gift…

Goodnight, (Name)… Goodnight, Byakuya-sama…

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bts-0t-7 · 11 months

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Red String of Melodies

Pair: Seokjin x F Reader

Summary: You find comfort and love in the presence and arms of Kim Seokjin. In the moments where laughter and meals take place, the blossoming romance evolves, echoing love’s melodies.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, soft smut

Chapter Warnings: None

WC: 770

The aroma of the delicious food wafted through the air as you stood in the kitchen, more specifically at the stove, preparing dinner for the evening. Cooking had always been a source of comfort and a way to de-stress, at the same time, a way to express your love and care. Today, you were preparing a special meal, hoping to create a memorable evening.

Just as you were setting the table, you heard the clanging of keys and Seokjin walked into the room, his eyes lighting up. “Wow, Y/N, this looks amazing!” He exclaimed, voice filled with genuine admiration for the spread before him.

A blush filled your cheeks as you beamed. “I just wanted to make something special for today. Hope you like it.”

Seokjin took a seat at the table, eyes never leaving yours. “Y/N, anything you do is amazing. Thank you for going above and beyond for this.”

You sat from across him, heart swelling with pride and warmth at the sight of him enjoying the food you made. The two of you began conversing and exchanging stories and laughter, the simple words and conversations filled the entire room with joy.

And you’d admit - you could listen to Seokjin’s infectious laughter all day. Just the sound of it is able to lift your spirits and recharge your energy. His melodic voice has a way to make even the simplest moments feel special, turning ordinary conversations into cherished memories.

As the late afternoon sun turns to the warm evening glow, the room fills up with pink and orange hues. The conversations have also started to progress into more intimate ones. Ones that delve into the depths of someone’s soul - hopes, dreams, pain, and fears. But sitting right next to Seokjin, his ever-welcoming and comforting presence created a safe space for you to share your most vulnerable self.

His eyes were constantly trained on you, listening with the utmost attention and genuine interest. As each word leaves your mouth, he nods in understanding, wrapping you in the heat of love’s embrace. Occasionally when words get hard to say, he would offer his ones for encouragement and support. At that moment, you never felt so connected, so seen, felt, and heard - as if what the both of you hold is more than just the tip of the iceberg. Something deeper, something warmer.

Time seems to slowly slip away as the night progressed, the empty plates washed and dried, leaving the empty table with the remnants of the shared memories. Seokjin’s gaze grew hot, holding a certain level of intensity that made your heart skip a few beats, a silent invitation of unspoken desires.

Without a word, Seokjin took your hands in his and led you to the sofa, gently placing you down on the soft cushions. In the warmth of his embrace, you forgot the world of the outside, the harsh and brutal world meant nothing with the solace and love you have with him.

His touches were gentle and loving, as he caressed your cheeks and body. His lips brushed against yours, a tender promise of the everlasting future. It was a language spoken by only the heart - the tapestry of strings weaving themselves tighter with your embrace. His touches and kisses conveyed the unspoken words, deeper than any form of affection.

Time seemed to be at a standstill as your bodies moulded together, knotting your red strings of fate tighter and tighter. With each touch, each whispered breath, each kiss, evokes a symphony of emotions that washes over the both of you.

At that moment, your solace and love blanketed the air in the room, filling it with its warm embrace. In a sanctuary where words need not be spoken, worries melted away and troubles dissolve into oblivion. You lay rested in Seokjin’s arms, basking in the afterglow of your love. His heartbeat beneath your ear served as a reminder of the depth of your connection - a rhythm of perfect harmony.

As the night drew to a close, your smile never left your face as you realised that you found a love so nurturing and comforting that it envelops you in its many harmonious melodies. With a content sigh, you snuggled closer to him, feeling his arms tighten around you, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

And in that moment, you found a love that will forever keep you warm like the depths of the flames, singing their stories to you. A love that would endure, just like the shared meals and laughter that brought the both of you together.

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vixtionary · 2 years

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"Did you think you could hide from me forever?"

The words exhaled beneath that mask do nothing to hide the exhaustion from its wearer. But even under his rhythmic, deep breaths, there is a dangerous playfulness to the masked assassin. His slumped shoulders and hand resting on the doorframe give away the energy he had used in getting here; waiting for his time to pounce on the Grand General once he was finally alone. "I knew you would be back here, eventually." His approach was askew, though it was far more like a weight had been finally lifted from his shoulders than something obstructing his skills. (Though there may have been the slightest whiff of drink from his breath.) Finally at his destination, with his hood drawn back and mask pulled away to nonchalantly fall to the floor, Marcus is bold in his next action. The blademaster's arms snake around in a hug beneath the coat that fell from his beloved's shoulders, and his scruffy chin seeks a place to comfortably rest near enough to his face. Marcus may have planned to say more, but all he can let out is a content sigh.

// @notoriousness

THICK WHITE FUZZ collected on worn leather as his index drew a line on the windowsill. The air was stale and hinges groaned when snapped open. Dim light crawled in, along with the faintest sigh from the city beneath. Jericho leaned over its opening with confidence akin to his beloved pets, of whom a couple had already settled back into their various perches within his office space. The view was comfortingly familiar; gray clouds, still & silent as the mist that so often shrouded the Immortal Bastion, as if to protect the mysteries within its ancient walls. He breathed in the scent of home & set upon lighting a couple of candles. Their flame was but a crack in the drowsy atmosphere, but it satisfied him to where he even humored the thought of browsing over the stack of paperwork left behind; his personal headache.

Alas, it had been a long way back from the Argent Mountains. And so he spared himself the time to quietly pour a glass of sweet red ( albeit not before bringing the glass into the light, lest particles of dust had broken in through the display ) His reflection on the crystal revealed a fresh mark across his cheek, a monument of the most recent conflict resolved. One could never expect to return home without battle-scars after all; it was only proper Noxian etiquette.

Reluctantly, he would set his cup aside to loosen the strap of his glove. As humid and musty as the air was, it felt as a cool caress over pale skin. Blue veins crawled as twines down each finger and spoke of his weariness. A minor physical toll, of course, but it did little to beautify the horrors that grew from his fingers. It was as if every time he would tire himself to the point of a good night’s rest, the after-effects of his transmutation grew more powerful. An everlasting battle with the enemy within…

Such dark thoughts circled him as vultures; for a miniscule second his brows would furrow worriedly. The next disturbances would disappear into the tanginess that settled on his palate. Warmth nestled in the chest & a subtle blush colored the very tip of his nose. Clad in Ironspike, he looked to the empty office chair whereupon a single dark feather rested on the cushion and with a swipe of his palm he would remove it. But before he could take his seat, the familiar chime of a weathered voice elicited a faint gasp. Jericho’s shoulders jumped; a habit of old. His eyes moved first to the figure resting against his doorframe, then spared a fleeting glimpse of the single red dot now staining one of his papers ( perhaps he had overfilled the glass, he lied to himself, for there was no way he had been that startled! )

Ah, how quickly did his glare melt when met with piercing greens; how intimately the fire in his eyes softened. An amused chuckle escaped through pursed lips as he placed aside the glass. In hindsight, turning his face away from that old menace was a fatal mistake. He would pin it on the wine later, though he’d barely had a taste.

“I should feel honored that you’d drag those rusty knees of yours u- uh!” He was stripped of composure when the assassin's arm rested over his belt buckle. Jericho swallowed his gasp and stared petrified over Marcus’ shoulder, at the open door. Such a fool this man was, to express himself so openly when he, better than anyone, knew this place had eyes and ears lurking in every nook & cranny. Yet, he tolerated the hold a moment longer before relaxing into it, only when he was certain no footsteps would crawl up the endless stairways to find them.

Shoulders sunk to allow the shorter man some proximity. His nose burrowed into tangled red locks, breathing in the familiar scent of his exertion. A whiff of liquor on his breath, too. The more sadistic parts of him were deeply satisfied with that realization; a smile Marcus would never witness, for he’d find himself pressed against the coolness of a scarred chest plate for a while longer ( a long while, if it was in Jericho’s hand, that was ) Fingers stroked through defiant red; the same mane that had, for near half a century, sparked misery in the General’s heart — for it was not his the pillow it would rest on.

“Be pleased, that your time left in anticipation was brief, my love.” Murmured behind his ear, his voice somewhere between a comforting purr and a dark, bitter reminder of their past. “Some of us have not been spared as you were.”

He would not lie. It felt good to be on the other side.

@notoriousness //

#u thought i would let the world forget this man is a VIRGO #Answered Asks ||#notoriousness

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digitalsanshta · 4 months

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Best Car Seat Support for Lower Back Pain

Driving is an essential part of our daily lives, but for those who suffer from lower back pain, it can turn a simple commute into a painful experience. The key to a more comfortable and pain-free journey lies in finding the best car seat support for lower back pain. In this blog post, we will explore the importance of proper lumbar support, review top-notch products, and guide you towards making the right choice for your driving comfort.

Understanding Lower Back Pain: best car seat support for lower back pain is a common issue affecting millions worldwide. Prolonged periods of sitting, especially in poorly designed car seats, can exacerbate this discomfort. The lumbar region, or lower back, lacks natural support, making it susceptible to strain and pain. Investing in a car seat support system specifically designed to alleviate this pain is crucial for long-term well-being.

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everlastingupper · 5 months

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Experience unrivaled comfort and hygiene with Everlasting Upper premium bathroom essentials. From the self-cleaning bidet attachment to the original seat cushion and adjustable pillow, our products redefine luxury for your daily routine. Elevate your standards with Everlasting Comfort. Shop now!

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cushandco · 7 months

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Flexibility and Sophistication of Leather Ottomans and Poufs

In the realm of interior design, furniture plays a pivotal role in establishing the ambiance of a space. Among the myriad of pieces contributing to the overall aesthetic, leather ottomans and poufs emerge as exceptionally versatile and elegant choices. These furnishings not only introduce an element of refinement into any area but also provide utility and comfort.

Comprehending Leather Ottomans and Poufs

Ottomans and Pouffe, two categories of furniture, fulfil multiple roles within a room. They can function as footrests, supplementary seating, or even decorative accents. What sets leather ottomans and poufs apart is the inclusion of high-quality leather in their construction. Leather, with its inherent luxury and durability, renders these furniture pieces superb choices.

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Versatility: These pieces of furniture are incredibly versatile. Leather ottomans can serve as footrests, coffee tables, or even additional seating. Poufs, in contrast, are lightweight and readily repositioned, making them adaptable to various settings. You can use Moroccan rugs as well.

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Living Rooms: Leather ottomans and poufs are favored choices for living rooms. They can double as coffee tables when accompanied by a tray or as supplementary seating when guests visit. Their presence adds an element of sophistication to the living space.

Bedrooms: Placing a leather ottoman or Leather Pouf at the foot of the bed cultivates a snug and tasteful atmosphere. It serves as an ideal spot for sitting while donning shoes or as a decorative accent in the bedroom.

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In conclusion, leather ottomans and poufs represent exceptional pieces of furniture that seamlessly merge elegance with functionality. Their enduring charm, robustness, and adaptability render them suitable for a multitude of rooms and design styles. Whether you seek to infuse a touch of sophistication into your living room, craft a cozy corner in your bedroom, or enhance your outdoor space, leather ottomans and poufs stand as valuable additions to your home. These furnishings not only provide comfort and style but also symbolize an intelligent investment in top-tier furniture that can withstand the test of time.

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thechillcushion · 11 months

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Therapeutic Cushions for Chairs: Enhancing Comfort and Well-Being

Introduction:

In our modern lifestyle, where sitting for prolonged periods has become the norm, it's no surprise that many people experience discomfort, pain, and posture-related issues. Whether at work, in the car, or at home, chairs play a significant role in our daily lives. Thankfully, therapeutic cushions for chairs have emerged as a game-changer, providing a holistic solution to promote comfort, support, and overall well-being. In this blog, we'll delve into the world of therapeutic cushions, exploring their benefits and the top options available to make your sitting experience more enjoyable and healthier. And also, we'll explore the best ergonomic seat cushions available in the market, designed to provide you with an unparalleled sitting experience.

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Pain Reduction: For individuals suffering from chronic back pain, sciatica, or coccyx discomfort, therapeutic cushions can provide much-needed relief by reducing pressure on sensitive areas.

Improved Circulation: By reducing pressure points, these cushions can enhance blood circulation, which is crucial for preventing numbness and maintaining healthy tissue.

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TheChillCushion: The Chill Cushion offers best lightweight, ergonomic & therapeutic gel seat cushions for chairs to help you alleviate discomfort and back pain. Read more!

ComfiLife Gel Enhanced Seat Cushion: As previously mentioned, this cushion combines memory foam with a cooling gel layer, providing exceptional support and comfort. It is versatile, portable, and perfect for various seating situations.

Everlasting Comfort Memory Foam Seat Cushion: With pure memory foam and a U-shaped design, this cushion offers personalized support for the coccyx and promotes proper posture. Its soft, velour cover adds to the luxurious experience.

Purple Double Seat Cushion: The hyper-elastic polymer material used in this cushion adapts to your body's shape while ensuring optimal airflow, making it an excellent choice for long sitting sessions.

Aylio Coccyx Orthopedic Comfort Foam Seat Cushion: Tailored specifically for coccyx relief, this cushion's contoured design helps relieve pressure and discomfort in the lower back and tailbone area.

Tempur-Pedic Seat Cushion: From the pioneers of memory foam technology, this cushion utilizes the TEMPUR material, offering customized support by conforming to your body's shape and temperature.

LoveHome Memory Foam Lumbar Support Back Cushion: While not a seat cushion, this lumbar support back cushion pairs well with therapeutic seat cushions to alleviate lower back pain and maintain spinal alignment.

SOFTaCARE Seat Cushion and Lumbar Support Pillow: A comprehensive set that includes both a seat cushion and a lumbar support pillow, providing complete comfort and support for your entire back.

GSeat Ultra Orthopedic Comfort Gel Seat Cushion: The combination of foam and gel technology in this cushion ensures even weight distribution, making it an excellent choice for those seeking extra support and cushioning.

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Therapeutic cushions for chairs offer a practical and effective solution for enhancing comfort and well-being during prolonged sitting. With their ability to relieve pressure points, promote proper posture, and reduce pain, these cushions can significantly improve the quality of your sitting experience. Whether you're working at a desk, commuting, or simply relaxing, investing in a high-quality therapeutic cushion can be a small step towards a more comfortable and healthier lifestyle. Remember to choose a cushion that suits your specific needs and preferences, and say hello to a more pleasant sitting journey ahead.

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willardcars · 1 year

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Best Seat Cushion For Bucket Seats For 2023: Top Choices

The best seat cushion for bucket seats in 2023 is an important purchase for any car owner. With the right cushion, you can enjoy a comfortable ride, reduce back pain, and even improve your posture. To help you find the best seat cushion for your bucket seat, we've compiled a list of the top choices for 2023. The first cushion on our list is the Kieba Coccyx Seat Cushion. This cushion is designed with a contoured shape to provide maximum comfort and support for your lower back. It is made from high-density memory foam and has an ergonomic design to help reduce pressure on the tailbone and spine. The cushion also features an anti-slip base and a removable, washable cover for easy cleaning. The next cushion on our list is the Everlasting Comfort Memory Foam Seat Cushion. This cushion is designed with a contoured shape and is made from 100% pure memory foam. It is designed to provide maximum comfort and support - 0rbgry8boh

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corpsekiller · 2 years

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𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐭.𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. thomas shelby x witch!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, witchcraft, nightmares, mentions of war and violence

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. after another sleepless night, tommy decides to seek you out for help and although he doesn't believe in witchcraft, he's willing to follow your advice.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i accidentally deleted the request i got for writing tommy and a witch!reader and i couldn’t remember the name of the blog who sent me this ask, so i couldn’t tag this properly. i hope you see this drabble and enjoy it <3

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.499 words

MASTERLIST

The small bell above the door rings when Tommy enters the shop on a rainy evening. His coat is drenched and the everlasting cold of Small Heath has slipped under the wool to settle in his skin, causing him to shudder as he takes a moment to observe his surroundings. The air is thick, hot and heavy with the scent of lavender and myrrh. Each breath blurs his thoughts and he finds it hard to turn his head without feeling a wave of dizziness take over his senses.

“You must be Mr. Shelby. I was expecting you to pay me a visit sooner or later,” you muse lowly behind him. Despite his usually so perpetual attention, the unwavering tension in his sharp gaze, he hadn’t noticed your figure lingering around him in the darkness of your shop until you spoke and Tommy isn’t quite sure what to make of that. Delicate fingers graze his shoulder as you smooth over the damp fabric of his coat and he blinks a few times, too befuddled to reply in a manner that would be proper and acceptable for a man like him.

His tongue is too heavy to form coherent words, his fingers are numb and the room has started to spin around him — it feels like his head is filled with cotton, like he's floating under the ceiling and if it weren’t for the sudden realization that he’s dealing with an actual witch, someone who could unnoticedly put him under a spell he would think he’s been drugged.

There’s no use fighting against the tingling exhilaration that curls around his body and weaves through his hair. Even if he would try, Tommy’s senses already submit to your power before he can think of a clever plan to weasel himself out of yet another possibly life-threatening trap. So he stays silent and allows you to undo the buttons of his coat before you slip the heavy piece of clothing off his shoulders.

The hand that rests on the small of his back and guides him to a table in the farthest corner of your cozy store, hidden behind shelves filled with books, crystals, and different herbs is warm, steady and reassuring. When he sinks into a cushioned seat, your touch abandons his staggering frame and he can’t help but long for more.

This is witchcraft. It has to be.

“Not quite, my dear. I haven’t put a spell on you yet, but I might change that if you forget your manners and don’t watch your foul mouth. Here, have some tea.” A delicate cup is pushed into his hands, followed by a plate of pastries, still steaming hot. “The brain fog occurs to most of my customers who come to see me for the first time, but it gets easier after a while.”

In response, Tommy merely raises his eyebrow and attempts to regain his composure. His expression falls into one of stern discipline despite the lightheadedness, despite the strong smell of incense burning in his nose and the daze of witchery on his sanity, almost as if he’s expecting you to pull out a dagger and aim straight for his heart — there’s no sign of comfort in the endless blue of his eyes.

That’s the problem.

It’s going to take more than a few kind words until he lets down his guard until he lets you see the darkness around his soul and then, only then, you can truly help this troubled man.

For better or for worse.

“Now, how can I be of assistance to you?” You ask after he took a careful sip of his tea. There’s a ghost of a smile on your lips and mischief glints in your calculating eyes, a kind of playfulness that doesn’t show any malicious intent he expected to find in a witches’ gaze.

“I have trouble sleeping,” Tommy admits after a minute of pondering in silence. Of course, he doesn’t tell the whole truth - he avoids the part about the terrors that plague him at night, the images flickering behind his closed eyelids and the fear that sends tremors through his limbs when he fails to stifle the violent scream which jerks him awake each time. His eyes are locked on the inside of his cup, where the residue of tea leaves has left a small pattern on the white porcelain as his hand wanders to the inside of his jacket before he deliberates you with a questioning look. Only after you nod in approval does he light the cigarette hanging loosely between his pursed lips.

“I’m sure you already met my aunt, Polly,” he states nonchalantly. “She’s the one who convinced me to seek you out for help since she thinks the methods I use to get a few hours of sleep at night are rather... impractical and bad for business.”

“And by methods you mean morphine.”

“Right.” Tommy throws his arm over the back of his seat and exhales a cloud of smoke, watching patiently how you lean forward to take his cup. He has heard of it before, the art of reading tea leaves, called Tasseography if he remembers correctly, but he’s never believed in finding any special meaning in a spoonful of tea and some dried piece sticking to the inside of a cup nor was he ever able to witness a witch do it in his presence.

“Let’s see,” you mutter quietly, carefully tilting the cup by the handle and examining the strange shape the left behind on the inside. The tip of your finger glides over the rim and a strand of hair falls into your face as you swirl the residual liquid in the counterclockwise direction twice, connecting your mind to the leaves and the answers they hold. It’s surprisingly fascinating to witness and Tommy catches himself staring at your features, drawn softly in the flickering light of candles lit all around your shop, only averting his eyes once you have found what you needed to know.

“Ah, I see. Those nightmares must be terrifying if they keep you awake at night.” Your eyes flicker to him, once again falling into the familiar pattern of studying him — his posture is tense, poised, almost resembling a cat, to hide the vulnerability your words have exposed so easily. This man, who thought he could hide anything from anyone, has been stripped naked to the bone and no matter what he does, you can see right through him. “The horrors of war can bring the most powerful creature to its knees, but worry not, my dear. I already know what could ease your mind during those rough nights, though I believe there’s a much deeper, darker force that reveals itself to be the true root of your torture.”

With one last glance at him, you get up to rummage in your shelves, quickly gathering different items and dropping them in a satchel that you pulled from the leather belt around your waist. It doesn’t take long until you return to your seat and hand him the bag with an enigmatic smile, inexplicably daunting and strangely comforting at the same time, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Lavender for good sleep and amethyst to ward off your gruesome night terrors,” you explain at the questioning arch of his brow. Nimble fingers untie the strings around the satchel to let him take a look at the innards. “Put them under your pillow and keep them there during the night. You will also find a vial of jasmine oil in there, interwoven with a tinge of magic. Dab a few drops of it on your temples to cleanse your thoughts before you go to sleep and cut the drugs — neither whiskey nor morphine will do you any good.”

“And what am I supposed to do if those things don’t help?” Tommy asks lowly, offering you a skeptical look, though he takes the satchel nonetheless and shoves it into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I can’t imagine how a fuckin’ stone should ease my nights in any way.”

“You’ll see. If nothing works you can always return and I promise I will do my best to grant you a few hours of peaceful sleep." You offer him a mischievous glance, then you walk past him to gather his belongings and accompany him to the front door of your small shop. The cold breeze that slips into the room a second later forces him to stop under the small bell that rang upon his arrival earlier and Tommy has to force his feet to cooperate to leave the store entirely.

"Have a good night, Mr. Shelby. We will meet again."

Your voice follows his steps into the dark morning hours, past flickering streetlamps and through abandoned streets where he finds himself pulling the satchel you gave him out of his pocket, locking it tightly in the palm of his hands. He will see you again.

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digimakacademy · 4 years

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god1ngs · 3 years

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━‎ end of the world

synopsis; a forbidden love told for generations

contains; human reader, major character death, swearing, mentions of war, spoilers

god c!technoblade / reader, 3.4k wc

note; the title doesn't make much sense but whatever lol ,, this is for @mayasimagines 's 600 event! congratulations and i hope you like this :)

throughout the fall of countries, the crumbling of empires, there stood a man. he gazed upon the vast land, the grass stained red. buildings had crashed down, debris staining the area around them. they layed in heaps of piles, taller than most. the fallen down buildings had been a sign of the empire's loss.

there was no one alive to commemorate the loss however.

screaming rung inside of his head, shouting and yelling, with some other tones mixed in. displeased and ecstatic and mocking tones blended together, sounds of chaos lingering in the mind of the man. he only sighed, walking away from the destroyed country.

he's seen this happen too many times before, the repetitive cycle of watching a country build itself only to come crashing down years later. they never lasted long. always the one for chaos, he sometimes participated in the destruction of the countries, though most times he didn't need to.

humans were savage, brutal creatures who only cared about themselves. by studying their nature, the way they go about certain scenarios, he had figured out that much. selfish, twisted beings who would betray each other in a heartbeat. all it took was more wealth or a promise of better gear.

how easily swayed they were. technoblade sneered, his red cape dragging beneath him as he stalked the hallways. pillars of quartz, chipped at the edges from years of standing, lined the hallway. they reached the ceiling, some even going higher. the magnificent red carpet he stalked down had ended at a throne.

a throne made of gold, the shiniest material he could get his servants to find. emeralds and diamonds and rubies lined the top of it, the same jewels lining the gold of his crown. at last, he sat down, the voices calming down at the familiar seating area. they always got loud whenever there was destruction.

technoblade, the blood god. also known as the god of war and chaos to many, he wasn't very popular among the peaceful people. people often worshipped him for protection, to which he rarely granted. protection from him, a god of war, was seldom. often he didn't care about the hunans enough to waste his protection on them.

yet, one mortal, had caught his eye. they were nothing too special, middle class and usually someone technoblade wouldn't even spare a glance at. they were different though. they outshined any ray of sun, their smile proving to be the brighter of the two. he found them, despite all odds, very interesting.

later, after wine and more sparring, the man had caught wind of philza coming over. philza, the angel of death, had been one of technoblade's good allies, even so far as to consider the blond a friend. he brought saints to their knees in their final moments, allowing them either an eternity in hell or a peaceful life above.

he wanted to meet them, and technoblade always gets what he wants.

even before technoblade had become the god he is now, forever cursed to watch humanity rip itself apart, he knew philza. the two fought wars together, never straying from their path of loyalty. the blond perched himself on the windowsill, his striking white wings folding on his back, as he smiled at the other. "hello technoblade." he greeted, ever the polite man.

technoblade only scoffed, shaking his head with an amused grin. "please, phil," he drawled, looking from his red wine to the angel of death. "no need for the formalities. just call me techno." the blond threw his head back with a laugh, wide smile painting his features as the other chuckled. "of course, mate."

silence washed over the pair for a moment, a comforting silence that allowed them to bask in the moment od seeing each other. they didn't get to visit often, one thing they mutually hated about being in the sky palace, usually swamped with other duties. philza with guiding people to the afterlife, and technoblade with causing conflict.

"i actually wanted to talk about somethin' with ya, mate." phil broke the silence, hopping off of the marble windowsill to come lean against one of the pillars. the pink haired man, ever so interested, hummed questionably. "and what did you want to speak to me about? come on, spit it out." the man said, looking down at philza.

he sighed, glancing up at technoblade. "you've been acting off, mate. less wars are starting, and that's weird for you. i know you also started protecting that one mortal. fuck, what was their name?" he murmured, brows furrowed. technoblade sighed in annoyance, not wanting to be pestered with questions.

"[name]." he answered phil quietly, not bothering to look back at the blond man. the clouds danced with each other in the sky, entertwining and morphing with each other freely. sometimes he wishes he could be as free as the clouds. "you know," phil said, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes. the blood god could only dread what he was going to say. "rumor has it that gods only protect mortals they're interested in."

the teasing, despite only being light hearted, had a quizzical undertone. while technoblade had been acting strange, protecting somebody was something phil had never expected. either something was special about that mortal and their family, or someone had begun fantasizing. he could only hope it wasn't the latter.

with more conversation, technoblade denying any feelings blooming for a human, phil left to go do his job. he was alone with his thoughts, the voices making him tug at his own hair to keep them quiet. they craved the mortal, despite how much he willed himself to stay in his throne room, the man had to go see them.

it was a normal day for you. nothing was different, much less weird. it was only normal, a basket of bread in your hands as you walked home. you hummed as you stepped on the path, enjoying the peaceful walk back to your house. you were content with your life, having a few people and more deaths than you could count.

and see them he would.

you partially blamed philza, the angel of death, for the passing of your loved ones, but you also knew he wasn't the one to kill them. he simply took them to the afterlife, guiding them to where they would spend the rest of their days. the deaths in your family had piled up, mostly from war and some of falling ill.

you spent your days worshipping gods now. you were always the lonely type, choosing to stay by yourself rather than interact with others. you never minded the comforting embrace of being alone, the silence enveloping you at every given moment. it provided you with a sense of comfort you couldn't get anywhere else.

while you did worship other gods, you mostly worshipped technoblade. he was the primary god, you giving up all your offerings to him ─ ranging from bread to trinkets to gold galore. the tales of the blood god, always grand stories with daring adventures that had you on the edge of your seat, had always intrigued you.

your favorite, the one you read the most to the slim amount of people you did contact, was the tale of the butcher army. when he was human, a detail that many didn't know whether to believe or not, he blew up many countries. it hinted at the start of him being the god of war many years later. for punishment, the butcher army hunted him down.

they lied to the man, once they had captured him, in which they had prepared for his execution. some say he died that day, only to be revived due to the gods holy whim; others say he had never died, and broke out of the iron bars to kill the men who had hunted him down. learning about the magnificent god, a god you admired, had faced an army of four and won, allowed you to admire him even further.

once you got home, setting down your basket of bread, you had sighed. you always liked coming home, your safe space filling you with a joy like no other. the everlasting comfort of your home, a familiar place you longed to be at constantly, helped you feel safe. the comforting feeling of being home at last filled you at peace.

until it wasn't so peaceful anymore.

from your kitchen came a clanging noise. there were a few grunts followed afterwards, your eyes wide. fear flooded your system, nervousness coursing through your veins. you stayed silent, hoping you'd either been dreaming or had been imagining sounds. however, once a voice spoke, you knew that was not the case.

from your kitchen came, with his red cape dragging behind him, technoblade. you stammered, confusion replacing your previous nervousness. your grip came loose on the item you were holding, not being able to process what you were seeing. "well this is awkward." the god stated, putting your kitchen utensils he had just knocked down back on your counter.

if anything, this was awkward. very awkward. who expected a god to come through their kitchen window? "uh, do you," you stuttered, voice measily yet you still tried to fight it out. "do you mind telling me why you're here?" it was more than odd to see a god in your kitchen, the sight one hard to believe for even yourself.

technoblade had sighed, draping himself over your couch cushions as if he lived there. his arms, unlike your bare ones, spread across the back of your couch, the sight making you nearly sigh. "well, mortal, i had taken intrest in you." he answered bluntly, your mind still reeling from the fact that he was even here, but taking interest in you? no, this had to be some kind of joke.

the visible confusion highlighting your features made the god chuckle. it was amusing, seeing the looks on mortals' faces whenever something odd or unexplainable happened. "what's so confusing? i took interest in you, and so i came down here to see you." the blood god explained, shrugging his shoulders. the confusion you felt only worsened.

why was the question. why was a god in your house? why had he taken interest in you? you shook your head, suddenly feeling lightheaded. "sorry, i need to sit down." you muttered, trying to regain your footing. you sat down, going slowly as to not pass out in front of him. "so," you spoke up as soon as you had calmed down. "why have you taken interest in me?"

a cloud of silence loomed over the two of you, technoblade falling into his thoughts. why had he taken interest in you? there was no particular shining traits in you, even if he studied you as if you had carved out the world with your own hands; he watched you as if you had brung down a fantastic reign upon everybody.

"who knows?" he wondered aloud, a hum of amusement following his words. technoblade didn't know the reason for it, and despite itching with curiosity, he didn't bother trying to find out. he only let it be, coming to terms with the fact that you, a mortal, had piqued his interest. you kept him entertained, and that's all that mattered.

after the two of you talking more, you still trying to get over the shock that the blood god was in your home, you had to say that he was fairly a nice guy. maybe he was kinder than all of the other ones, however you've never crossed paths with a god either, so you couldn't tell. when technoblade had stood up, braided hair falling against your couch, you knew it was time for him to go.

he turned to look down on you, his towering figure highly intimidating. there was a reason he was feared across nations. he stared at you for a second, maybe deciding on what to say, though you couldn't tell with his blank expression. the man only sighed, wishing you a good day, and then turned to leave.

"you've got me interested, technoblade."

you only spoke to the god more after the first encounter. seconds turned into minutes and then minutes turned to hours. he was an interesting guy, choosing which emotion to show and when to show it. perhaps it came with being a god. as he came by more, each visit surprising you, you only talked to him more.

"as you've got me, [name]."

soon he started telling you stories. the butcher army, the l'manberg war, how he met philza. he told you great things of philza, the angel of death, so much so you nearly stopped disliking philza. you were always interested in his stories though, no matter how long or how action packed. each further lured you in to his grasp.

technoblade, however, had stopped visiting so often. with more conflict arising everyday, he didn't have as much time to visit you anymore ─ philza was starting to catch on as well. how he wasn't home as often or how he lied to philza each time he asked him where he was. he was getting suspicious, and wanted answers quickly.

philza confronted technoblade on this issue a while later. his wings puffed up confidently, he was so sure something was going on with his eldest friends, the edges torn at the seams. "technoblade." he addressed politely, standing in front of his throne once again, as he did not so long ago. he would get answers out of him.

technoblade only sighed, his cheek pressed against his closed fists as he stared at philza. "yes, philza?" he asked, voice heavy with exhaustion. the recent wars, as much as he loved the excitement and panic that came with it, have been too tiring for him. he also couldn't visit you that morning, only pissing him off more.

"have you been seeing the mortal you told me you had interest in?"

silence crashed over the room, violent in its malicious intent. phil's questioned nipped at the blood god, desperately pleading for an answer. philza sighed, one of disappointment and perhaps even anger. the silence was enough of an answer. "mate, are you kidding me?"

technoblade merely sighed, eyes narrowing at the blond. "you have no say on who i take interest in, phil. that is none of your concern." he dismissed the blond, turning back to look at the window. philza had no say in what technoblade done with his life, no matter how long the two have been friends.

"none of my concern? mate, they're a mortal and you're a god! hell, the blood god! for fucks sake, mate, you can't be seeing mortals!" philza snapped, brows furrowed and cheeks red from anger. the trouble a god could get in from seeing a mortal was irredeemable.

if technoblade got caught with the mortal, he would lose not only his titles, but his life. he would be executed.

technoblade merely scoffed however, rolling his eyes. "as if i'll get caught, philza. those laws are stupid anyways. what, are you going to tell on me?" he arched his brows at the angel of death, sneering at him. how dare he barge into his temple and then go off at him; a beloved friend of his.

however, the mortal was too intresting to not keep seeing. he may of even caught feelings. how laughable ─ the blood god, feared across empires, falling for a mere mortal. philza only sighed, rubbing his temples. he weighed his options: technoblade could continue seeing the mortal, get caught, and then both of them get in trouble.

or philza could tell the council. tell them of his affairs, tell them why he hasn't been here as often. once more, a vicious silence swept over them. only for a moment, for philza had declared:

"if you don't stop seeing this mortal, i'll have no choice but to stop it. don't make me do it, mate."

his evening visit was late that night. you had already prepared dinner, setting it up for when he was to arrive. from what he's told you, he hasn't had human food in a long time. he told you that gods didn't need to eat nor sleep. you had decided to make him food for when he comes, wanting him to have food even if he doesn't need it.

the gust of wind from deceiving angel wings swept across his face. messy hair cascaded over his face, and for once, the blood god had found a problem he didn't know he could solve.

ten minutes. twenty minutes. thirty minutes. you sighed at the mocking tick of the clock, each passing second being another sign that he wasn't going to come. perhaps he had better things to do. frowning, you began to gather the food up, knowing you wouldn't eat it all, before the familiar two knocks came at your door.

rushing over, once you had opened it, you were surprised to see something different than you were used to.

technoblade was there, but he looked different. more angry, perhaps even upset.

worried, you frowned at the god. "are you okay?" you asked, hoping the man was alright. the god only nodded, staring at the ground. he came back to you after a moment of silence, sighing. "yes, just got caught up in some things. nothing for you to be concerned of." he said, brushing you off before you could even speak.

when technoblade had gone back to his temple, rubbing his temples with a sigh, something unexpected had greeted him. there was philza, perched on the window with a firm look of coldness. "visiting the mortal again, were you, mate?" he asked once he had came into view. technoblade had half a mind to tell him to fuck off.

that night provided a great distraction from what would come the following days.

no words were spoken from technoblade afterwards. the betrayal of another friend, a promise to do something about his meetings, had wounded him. he didn't want to lose philza, but also had begun to realise something ─ he had caught feelings for the mortal.

for you, who had been the sunshine on his darkest days. call it a cliche, but technoblade truly didn't know happiness if you weren't by his side. having watched countless deaths and falls of kingdoms over the many, many years of being alive, the man had never found as great of a comfort than by your side. you were the sun to his moon, a forever shining force to his immortal darkness.

though the moon and sun are destined to never touch.

that night, philza had technoblade bring him to your house under promise of telling the council. they had shown up to your house late at night, when the world was asleep. it had been abrupt, the two males coming into your home. you were shaking, scared as to what this meant. the angel of death and the blood god inside your home could mean nothing good.

and you were right. that night, that forsaken night, technoblade had been cursed in front of your eyes. the wide eyed look on his face, the shock of what a former friend could do. you tried to reach out for him, but were stopped by philza. he permitted you to stay still, or else your blood would be on your walls.

"technoblade, the blood god and the god of war, i hereby sentence you to an eternity of reincarnation. as long as you are alive, your lover, [name] [last name], will be killed and reincarnated. only ever letting you get close enough to hardly touch them."

your words were caught in your throat, the cruel punishment knocking the wind out of you. philza's eyes shone, bright in an unholy way, rising up with his wings behind him. technoblade had felt the burning sensation of a marking, a forever sign of the curse, on the side of his neck. a flower had been burnt into the side of his neck, your favorite flower.

"i'm sorry, technoblade." were the last words you heard before a sword made of light had stabbed through your stomach.

the blood god had frantically scooped up your body in his arms, panicking for the first time since you've seen him. he tried to get you to say anything, although the words were too hard to say, no matter how hard you tried to get them out. he reassured you would be okay, despite knowing the inevitable would happen.

"you should've listened to him ... heh, you're a dumbass, you know that?"

you took your last breath seconds later.

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An Unforgettable Honeymoon

For @10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat , this is my gift for you as part of the @starwarsfandomfests event. Thank you to @lilhawkeye3 for organising this event. I really enjoyed it so far.——————————————————————————————

Summary: Bly and Aayla head to a tropical island planet for their honeymoon, where they create an everlasting memory as a newly-wedded couple

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Arriving at a tropical, humid planet, Bly and Aayla got off from the cargo ship as they had their suitcases in their hands, standing in a station full of tourists and locals from all walks of life. Bly noticed a blue Twi'lek girl, who shared similar resemblances with his wife and was around 4 or 5 years old, held both her parent's hands as they made sure that their daughter was well-protected from danger.

This might be us in the future, Bly let his lips curl upwards as he rested his head on his right palm, and he saw three Rodian boys in their shirts and beach shorts, carrying their own surfboards. They reminded him of his closest siblings, Ares and Ahri, who hung out with him whenever they’re on a break from war. Ahri and Ares would love surfboarding at the beach.

Aayla glanced at her husband's curiosity and placed her hand on his shoulder, prompting him to shift his focus towards her. “You seemed deep in your thoughts, dear,” the blue Twi'lek teased. “First time on a vacation, commander?”

“Yes, general,” he replied, his voice laced with doubts. “This is my first time I’m going on a vacation with you.”

Aayla let out a chuckle, leaving his cheeks turned pink. “Did I do anything wrong, general?”

“Bly, you know the war is over, right?” she grinned. “Besides, we just got married two days ago, so you can just refer to me by my first name.”

Scratching the back of his head, he nodded slowly as he squirmed his lips and released an agitated laugh. “My apologies, general, I mean, Aayla. I'm still getting used to this new life as a clone. Besides, you referred to me as commander, so I thought I was fighting battle droids on the battlefield.”

“Don't worry about it, dear,” his newly wedded wife smiled, caressing his tan, tattooed cheeks. “You'll get through with this. Besides, I'm also getting the hang of this as a Jedi Master. It’s really difficult to adjust myself after three years of chaos. It’s strange that I have to get used to a peaceful life.”

“Yeah, it is strange,” he bobbed his head solemnly as he reached out his arms and took her hands, reminding him just how lucky both of them finally got to spend quality time with each other, without any interruptions from protocols and orders from a higher authority. “Should we head to our hotel now? I can’t wait to have some privacy together,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows twice.

“Lead the way, my love.”

Placing their suitcases on the red, carpeted floor, Aayla sighed in relief as the couple were greeted with scarlet rose petals on their bed, making them feel welcomed. Feeling a bit of exhaustion from the journey from Coruscant to Moluqu, she slid open the balcony door and gazed at the picturesque view of the beach from their room.

With the warm breeze blowing from the west and the illuminating pink sunlight, she sat on the rattan chair with a delicate, pearly cushion, her legs crossed.

Listening to the cheerful laughter of children, she was brought back down the memory lanes as a young Padawan, who used to sprint around the garden, which was filled with a cherry blossom tree, honeysuckles that were grown in shrubs, and morning glories that tangled around the black, iron gates. Whenever she tried to pluck a blue daisy from a pot, Master Vos always caught her red-handed and chased after her, but Aayla always outran him in the Temple.

I was such a mischievous child in the past, Aayla snickered to herself, looking at the horizon. But I'm grateful for the lessons he taught me, walked me down the aisle and accepted Bly.

The clone trooper glimpsed his wife, who was relaxing on the balcony. Changing into his beach attire, he put on his shades and leaned behind the sliding door, clearing his throat. “Hey, Aayla. We're heading to the beach right now. Are you coming? We haven’t got all day.”

“Of course, dear,” she answered him and got up from her seat. "I'll be right there in a minute.”

As she headed inside, she drew the curtains and changed into an ultramarine strapless bikini top with a high-waisted bikini bottom, carrying her towel by her forearm. Putting on her blueberry flip flops which she bought yesterday at a Coruscant night market, the couple linked arms with each other as they left their hotel room and strolled leisurely towards the beach, feeling the fine, warm sand underneath their bare feet as they took off their shoes.

Despite memorising the colours of the ocean, Bly felt like it was the first time he had experienced the shimmering sea in front of his eyes. He fought at a beach during the second year of the Clone Wars, but his eyes glimmered at the turquoise and deep blue palette of the ocean, where children and adults alike of all species gathered and swam. Rows of coconut trees were swaying with the balmy wind as tourists lay underneath the cooling shade, forgetting all their troubles at the present moment.

Aayla spread out their lemon-patterned beach mat underneath the palm tree, which was stubbier than the coconut trees. The only worst thing that could happen to the couple was a bunch of squirrels invading their peace, which occurred once during a scouting mission. “Well, we found a perfect spot to rest,” he jestered, squeezing her thighs. “Don't you agree, general?”

“Yes, commander,” bemused the Jedi Master, finding his touch rather ticklish. “We managed to find a good spot for us to rest and have a little privacy from the rest.”

He raised one eyebrow at her reply, before realising that he addressed her in a formal tone, just like how it was during the war. “My apologies, Aayla. I swear to the Maker that it was a slip of my tongue.”

“To be honest with you, I still don't mind you calling me general,” she quipped, leaning against the bark of the tree. “After all, I was the one who proposed to you in the first place.”

His smile grew wider as Aayla brought him back to that particular day, one he would never forget. “I still remember that day,” Bly reminisced as he moved his eyes upwards, before gazing at her hazel eyes. “It's as if you got down on your knees yesterday and asked me to be your husband.”

“And you were hesitating to say yes,” she recalled. “It's like you weren't expecting that day to actually come to you.”

“I was overjoyed, but I didn't really know what to say. It's funny that I dreamed of settling down with you when we were secretly together, but yet, my mind went blank when it actually came true.”

Chortling, Aayla slapped her knees and covered her mouth, leaving his cheeks turned red as a beet. “That is completely valid,” she assured him. “Honestly, your feelings that day were valid. It is normal to be nervous about moving on to the next step in life. Believe me, I've been there before and it wasn't easy for me to adapt.”

His eyes widened. “You were jittery before? But you seem so confident and calm all the time.”

“Yeah, it's surprising to see me anxious, but it's normal, you know. Everyone goes through that when they have to step out of their comfort zone. I felt the same way as you did when I decided to marry you.”

“So, how did you cope with your overwhelming doubts?” he asked, leaning closer to her. “Like, what is your secret?”

Aayla took a deep breath as she felt his warmth and gazed at his burnt cocoa eyes, ready to pull him into the other side of her mind. “When I'm in doubt, when my inner voice tells me that it is impossible to do something, when I feel like I'm never going to make it through my obstacles in front of me, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I clear my mind, I remind myself of all the blessings that I have with me and my own strength. That's how I cope with my doubts.”

What an amazing woman, Bly praised, when he heard her smooth voice in his ears. I envy her for sharing her vulnerable side with me. She is as courageous as a lioness on a golden throne. “So what are your blessings in life so far?” he wondered, gazing at the cloudless, azure sky.

Aayla tilted her head upwards as she hummed softly, before shifting her eyes towards him. “Besides surviving the war and getting a chance to see the beauty of life, I am blessed that you have become part of my life. I will never regret meeting you on Kamino, I am glad to see you develop into a better version of yourself, and I am proud to call you my loving, sweet, husband. So thank you, Bly, for choosing to stay with me.”

For a moment, he was speechless. In his mind, he desperately searched for a word that would go well with hers, but for some reason, it was empty. He felt frantic and blamed himself for always keeping quiet in the tender moments with his wife, but then, he remembered every single word she told her, about how she overcame her doubts. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I clear my mind, I remind myself of all the blessings that I have with me and my own strength.

And when he did so, the words that he wanted to spill to her finally popped up in his mind. “Aayla,” he finally spoke, after a few minutes of silence between them. “When I first met you, I only saw you as my superior. Nothing more, nothing less. But then, you sparked a couple of conversations between us, and wow, I actually felt something for you. I mean, I didn't think much about it, though, but as time went by, as battles got brutal and as we spent more time hopping from one planet to another, I realized that I loved you so much. I accepted your flaws, I commend your strength, I acknowledged your quirks, and yeah, I adored your beauty but you know what I loved most about you?”

“What is it, Bly?”

“I cherished your heart. Your valiant, compassionate, heart. That's what attracted me to you in the first place. And you know what? I never regret choosing to love you as my partner, as my confidant, and as my plucky, unfaltering wife.”

As they let their lips brush together, Aayla stood up and dragged Bly for a swim in the shallow part of the ocean, underneath the rosy sunlight. Like their love, the waves flowed with the rhythm as they lived and laughed together, creating everlasting memories on their first day of their honeymoon.

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