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djeesperate · 4 months

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Worrywart

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Word count: 2135

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Event spoilers/mentions (…And You, A Sweltering Eternal Getaway)

Not so heavy(?) mentions of Gawain feeling anxiety and Bertilak being suicidal.

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He couldn’t stop crying.

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, the turbulent sea of emotions could not stop gushing out no matter how hard he tried to piece himself back together.

The captain had a fever, that was what everyone thought. But that fever turned into Nectar melting all over the floor and the fabric of reality tearing apart all while everyone screamed to the top of their lungs for them to wake up.

This is the norm, he told himself.

They’ve always been a lightning rod for danger… but for a fever to turn into something heinous like this?

God, Gawain’s paranoia was building up so much, that it could fill the gaps between the island that housed Feendrache, Dalmore and Wales all the way down to Pandemonium itself.

It was the norm. It had always been this way.

It’s just that Gawain wished it wasn’t. He just wanted them to go through the rest of their life with as little danger as possible.

He could relate to that Orologia, he supposed… but he’d never hurt the captain to that magnitude before. Nor will he ever want to.

Gawain’s poor heart couldn’t handle any more bad news about them, frankly speaking. He was fine the first few months with the Grandcypher crew but after a mishap (and fallen angel or two) here and there, the saviour of Dalmore developed a feeling he wasn’t familiar with.

Anxiety.

It ate him away, and he wasn’t aware of it at first… not until the captain collapsed with a fever and he heard nothing but suspicious whispers between the dragons and that blasted Eternal man named Siete. That’s when he realised it wasn’t a regular fever, and they were once again hurting in a place far beyond his reach to be of any assistance.

Gawain was human, with human capabilities. Sure, he was strong but he’d be joking if he equated his strength to someone like Sandalphon or Fediel… or Siete… even if that carefree annoyance was just as human as him (is he human?).

What can Gawain do? Nothing.

In every instance when they’re in danger, he couldn’t do anything of significance no matter how hard he tried. He would start to lose sleep during the nights when they’re not back on the ship, even though the other crewmates happily talked about the recent letters and trinkets they received from them that would indicate they’re probably well.

You were a liar, he concluded; a dangerous one at that. The kind that would tell everyone around them that everything is fine before being found dead the next day, with traces of prolonged suffering kept secret.

How does one cope with being in love with someone like that?

It was painful for him to bear this fear of losing them daily, what of their suffering? What’s going on in their mind that they’ve never told him? Would they tell him?

It hurts.

It hurts Gawain so much, he can’t get himself up from bed on some days. No one would pester him about it too, no one on the ship was particularly close to him.

So he just rots.

Rotting away in one of the storerooms, he calms his heart before he walks out to face other people. He’s slumped to the ground, leaning against the shelves as he hugs his knees and rests his head forward.

“What the hell?”

Gawain almost jumped at that voice – he wasn’t expecting anyone to enter. “Bertilak,” he tried to keep his usual composure, “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“Don’t Bertilak me, dumbass,” the brunet snapped back, “I should be asking you that. This is my sanctuary, and I ain’t sharing.” He gestures to the surroundings in the room.

“Can’t you go to your room?”

“Tch.”

“C’mon, get out.” Bertilak clapped his hands as if talking to a dog, “Ever since I hung out with those Erune brothers, they won’t stop pestering me about rizzing up a 5-meter tall bombshell so my room’s not safe. Honestly, if I can’t stand Charlotta, what makes them think I’d want 6 of her stacked up with duct tape?”

Silence.

“Oh my godddd, Bahamut to Gawain? Sir Gawaaaainnnn? Are you in there?” The brunet knocked Gawain’s head a few times before his hands were shoved away.

“Can you just!” He raised his voice before inhaling to calm down, “… just leave me be,”

Bertilak wasn’t sure what he walked into, but if the knight that protected his country was sitting in near fetal position, refusing to fight back? Something was definitely off. He decided to bite.

“Nah, don’t feel like it,” he simply responded, “But what’s up with you? On the ground all depressing like that.”

“Not in the mood.”

“Captain-related?”

“...”

“Aha! Pre-marital angst!” He rubbed his palms together with newfound interest, “What troubles in paradise are we havin’ today?”

Bertilak’s smirk cracked wider seeing the man beneath him sigh in defeat.

“It’s always those Eternals men,” He started, “Or those Society members, or dragons, or primals, or angels,” Gawain’s frustration started to seep out, “They’re always off with those crowds saving the Skies from extinction. I’m always left behind to wait until they’re back… Sometimes they disappear and don’t come back at all. They’re always so close to dying on me.”

“On you?” The younger male snorted.

“Shut it,” Gawain’s voice was stern, “you know what I mean,”

“Uh-huh…” Bertilak put his hand on his chin, posing as if he was trying to think about it, “Aren’t you like, special to the captain?”

“I doubt it.”

“They give you presents for every occasion. Every year. Without fail. You know how fat their wallet gotta be to pull that off?”

“They do that for everyone.”

“Rightttt, even Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes.”

“What the fuck, how come I never got anything?!” He whined at the discovery, “Hey, it’s requited though, right? You give them presents too?”

“Yes.”

“Huh, maybe that’s how to get on their good side. Y’know that one weird-haired guy that flirts a lot? The one with all the swords strapped to his pants without it falling – Big brother this, big brother that?”

“Siete.”

“Yeah, yeah, that guy. He brings them literally everywhere, man. It’s crazy. I think they went to Levin for the hot springs not that long ago. Always wanted to go th- ohhhhh…” Bertilak figured it out, wagging his finger smugly. “It’s cuz they all turned blue-haired recently right? Like they’re destined to be.”

Silence.

“...I had that,” he crouched to the ground to meet the knight’s pained eyes, “That was how it was when I was back home.”

More silence.

That was his queue to elaborate.

Bertilak isn’t all that great with telling people how he feels but he breathed in, clearing his mind as he gathered his words.

“In Dalmore, I was so… tiny. Doesn’t matter what I did, I never played a big role where I wanted to,” his shoulders slumped, “No matter how many bones I broke from training, no matter how much I cried myself to sleep when the day ended. I wasn’t ever a part of what made Dalmore free…” His breath shook. The boy bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering the way it did, “Everything that happened… would’ve still carried out the way it did if I never existed –

– Because Dalmore was your story. Not mine… Never mine.”

Gawain’s head lifted an inch hearing his admission.

“Made me fucking angry, when I finally met you. The hero of my dreams, lookin’ down on me.” A pathetic laugh escaped his lips as he frustratingly ran his hand through his hair, “It’s exhausting, y’know? Waking up to try your hardest, only to just feel like dying at the end of it. Then being treated like some spoiled brat on top of it all. All that effort, not even acknowledged.”

“... I didn’t know,” Gawain spoke up.

“And you wouldn’t have ever known,” He snorted.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah, I still wanna kill myself every waking hour of the day but what’s new?” Bertilak nonchalantly said as he inspected his nails, looking bored out of his mind, “How I got out of that mindset was to just… leave. After your stupid potato pullin’ lesson, I thought, ‘I’m not letting him go without me’. So instead of balling my eyes out back home till I kick the bucket, I left that shithole chasing after you.”

Bertilak now staring into Gawain’s eyes, his own burning with determination, “No matter how much you shove me away, I’m squeezing myself in your business. If Dalmore wasn’t my story, then I’ll tag along this ship glued to your ass until I find my calling.”

He softly knocked his knuckles onto Gawain’s forehead, a smirk worn on his face but it was more endearing than cocky this time, “And once I do, you’ll be part of it.”

Gawain’s eyes widened as he heard the young man’s confession, but before he could speak up, Bertilak thrust his fists further into the man’s skull.

“Augh!”

“I’m strangling you and myself if you bring this up to anyone.” Bertilak dusted his pants as he stood back up, “Orrrr maybe I’ll tell Cap'n how you’ve been feeling this entire time?”

“... Would you?”

“No,” Bertilak’s face was serious for a split second, “None of my business. Just go be by their side. If they’re leaping through different dimensions, why not follow? Who cares if you’re not familiar with the other goons around them? They probably don’t either. Travelling the skies like that… isn’t that lonely? Wouldn’t it be nice to at least have someone close by their side? Besides… you know, the red gecko and blue kid. Why’s there so many blue people? A fucking whatever-blue fantasy.”

“Besides, surely that Siete guy can’t do everything.” He huffed, “Aunty Metera said flirts like that are a temporary high. You can’t really settle down with someone like that,” He crossed his arms, “There’s not much they can confide with between lizard and Lizria either, you know. Some things you just can’t tell someone that raised you… and I’m 100% sure they hide a lot of their pain from the girl to keep her from worrying. You starting to see what I mean?”

Gawain sat there, thoughts stew in his head as he processed all that was said. Bertilak took this as a sign to lighten up the mood, “But screw all that. Aunty Korwa getting me in a dress was much more fun than dealing with my feelings. Sometimes you gotta slay to keep the sad away… or whatever Chloe says. Have you met Chloe? She did my nails once. Most mentally stable I’ve felt, to be honest,” he rambled as he took a look at his nails one more time.

“Anyway, bye. Hope your love life sorts itself out. Hope I don’t see you here again, Sho’s also pretty clingy so this place is still mine.” He turned his heels and left Gawain alone.

Kids are… something. Whatever just happened, it will take some time for Gawain to understand (what does slay mean in that context? Lizria? Why’s he acquainted with so many people already?), but one thing was certain – he didn’t feel as horrible as he was before the brat showed up.

Gawain sighed. There was truth in Bertilak’s words about their relationship with Vyrn and Lyria. The captain was always hiding, it was probably just as soul-crushing bottling it up as he has with his own feelings. Maybe it’s better to confide in each other?

That sounds like a mess…

But the thought made Gawain smile regardless.

He kicks himself off the ground and walks out of the storage room, feeling more like himself again. It was about time they came back from Sierokarte’s errands anyway. He’ll be there to help carry the boxes.

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Sometime, not too long ago, word spread around the ship of Fiorito’s birthday coming soon. The girls were buzzing, hoping to make gifts that would suit their friend. A certain designer had special plans…

“What.” Bertilak deadpanned, not believing his ears.

“Please! You’re about the same body measurements as her, I can tell!” Korwa held onto his hands, pleading.

“Fuck no, are you kidding?” He swatted her hands away.

“It’s just a one-time fitting! I just need to see if the dress fits around the back.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“Why not?”

“I… can’t think… of a valid excuse… Whatever, fine.” Bertilak’s head hung down, giving up his resistance, “But it better look good on me or I’ll be pissed.”

“Lucky for you, that’s my area of expertise! Come, let’s go back to my workshop.”

Bertilak learned how comfortable skirts were that day.

#gbf #gbf headcanons #granblue #granblue fantasy #gbf imagines #granblue fantasy imagines #gbf gawain #gawain gbf #granblue fantasy gawain #gbf x reader #gbf x reader imagines #gawain x reader #I have this very specific headcanon that Gawain is very jealous of Siete's proximity to MC but is completely fine with Six #I want more Bertilak content he is actually really likeable (in my head where anything can be real)#I want Bertilak to be the pouty child showered in glitter by the many aunties on the ship #I also want him to be a ball of messy emotions that's just... surviving somehow #I strive on Gawain-Bertilak bonding I love them #Fetal position Gawain

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seraphiism · 9 months

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐀

( i think of all that might have been / waiting here, for evermore. )

chara : belial fandom : granblue fantasy quote cr : dan stevens a/n : ty for the comm :^)

ACT ONE : IT IS A MYTH THAT ANGELS ARE BORN FROM PURITIES AND VIRTUES, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF A HIGHER BEING, AN ANGEL IS A BEAST, A BURDEN, A BRUTALITY : FRIGHTENING, MONSTROUS, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DAMNATION THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

belial is a curse in existence, created with intention but a failure in execution. how very fitting for him, a fallen angel that consumes every ounce of hatred and twists it into something so hideously and falsely beautiful. how his wings have darkened so, white muddled and stained with black. but that is not his true form, not the core of his existence, and should you ever ask to see it, he will laugh, and it will break your heart over and over again, just as much as it breaks his.

he is a feign divinity made of hypocrisy and deceptions ; in the knowing of you, he realizes that the ugly truth is that you are entirely the opposite of him – you are what an angel should be, yet you are human, and that is the vast difference that will tear you apart in the end.

“asking to see my truest self, are you?” his voice is low, taunting, yet there is a familiar affection laced beneath it. “haven’t you seen just enough of me?”

he’s always been one to hide his feelings, always been one to put on a facade, throwing another into confusion and chaos in order to carry out his true intentions. but you’ve never fallen for his tricks– not you, never you, he’s noticed, and you are far more stubborn and resilient than he expected. he simply smiles a teasing smile, but you almost wonder if you sense a melancholy resting on the curve of his lips.

“please,” you whisper, and surely it is the way you plead that sends a shiver down his spine, but he will lie, tell himself it’s the frigid air, “i want to see all of you.”

“oh, but don’t you understand why angels warn humans to not be afraid?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice. “what makes you think a fallen angel is any less frightening?”

your hand cups his cheek, tender, and he almost instinctively leans into your touch.

“i won’t be afraid, belial.”

he hums, content, takes your hand and presses a kiss against your wrist. your pulse quickens, and he cannot help but smile at the realization.

foolish being, he thinks, but at the end of it all, he does not know who he refers to.

( it is a very cruel thing, this version of love he is falling into : the innocence of need, the slow decay of fantasy in this swan song between beauty and beast. )

ACT TWO : IT IS A MYTH THAT BEAUTY IS BORN FROM VANITY AND EGOTISMS, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF SELF, THE BEAUTY IS THE HEART, A KINDNESS, A BENEVOLENCE : SELFLESS, MERCIFUL, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DELICACY THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

but love is a CURSE, and it is not something that belongs in the bloodied hands of the fiend. it is something he has sought after since the beginning of genesis, and in the failed creation’s mind, love has always been a distortion : maddening, mindless, but befitting for a beast. it was all he knew, all he felt, all he thought he deserved. but what he shares with you – it is so vastly different in its purest form : an acceptance, a relentless longing, the knowing that it will end in remorse and resignation, and the knowing that goodbye will be the right choice at the end of the line.

to have something this kind, to know it in the most cherished of ways – it is slipping through his fingers, slowly slowly slowly, and he knows it, yet he does not try to save it. it is not meant for the saving, this connection between souls, because the beast is a curse, woven with thorns, and the beauty is a blessing, a rose meant to bloom, not wither.

yes, belial thinks, you are his blessing. he almost laughs at the sentiment, bittersweet, decayed. it is only then that he, an angel with a venomous tongue, is allowed to speak such a virtuous word. maybe it is because of the way you sleep soundly in his arms, trusting enough to fall into a deep slumber in the presence of the devil in disguise, or maybe it is because of the rare peace that he hardly subjects himself to– how it sinks into the crevices of a broken being, restores them with gold, granting silent and temporary permission to something never meant to be.

maybe it is because of the warmth that settles in the little distance between your bodies, the feeling of your heartbeat a fascination due to the absence of his. belial has a still heart, frozen in experimentation gone wrong, yet there is something else that flourishes inside his chest, and it is so beautiful and terrifying all the same.

it is very much love that is a mass of contradictions, and he feels it in the way you place your heart in his hands, the aching of his claws itching for release. you know of this, you do, but you know he would never destroy what remains of your humanity.

you are meant for something good, something better. he is everything you should not have, and you are everything he wants to have.

you are not meant to be. he knows this, and so he decides this fairytale must come to an end, just as all stories do. it will not have a happy ending, but none of them do, do they? he smiles, a quiet, foreign sorrow somewhere in the depths of defeat.

he moves swiftly, carefully, as to not wake you. he watches your sleeping figure, feels this strange sharpness in his heart. he is not used to this kind of pain; there is no joy or thrill to be found in it, only a lingering grief he cannot understand. he tears his gaze away, turns to leave.

it is time for the curtain call.

“you’re leaving, aren’t you?”

he should have known you were pretending.

he doesn’t move, doesn’t turn around. you don’t expect him to, and maybe it’s better that way. your voice is heavy with exhaustion, but not surprise, and maybe you both have known that this is how it would end. he doesn’t speak, but you can almost imagine that idiotic, coy smile he puts on for show.

instead, he smiles a sad smile.

“better this way, hm?” he hardly looks over his shoulder, but he can feel your gaze nonetheless. “it was fun while it lasted.”

he is going to leave you, let you go, knowing you will seek happiness elsewhere. he has always been so sickeningly selfish, but for you, he will not be.

you will not convince him to stay, not now. but this is your story, too. you will control how it ends.

perhaps in another life, he muses, should there be one after this, you will coexist in a world where you are meant to be happy together. but not in this life. not in this world.

he leaves, and somewhere, a rose petal falls, slowly slowly slowly.

( yes, this fairy tale ends in remorse and resignation. yes, an angel reminds himself, goodbye is the right choice. )

ACT THREE : IT IS A MYTH THAT BEASTS ARE BORN FROM EVILS AND DEPRAVITIES, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF AN AVATAR, A BEAST IS A VULNERABILITY, A LONELINESS, AN ACHING : LOVELORN, HYPOCRITICAL, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DOOM THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

you occupy his thoughts more than you should, and even though you are apart, he still watches over you. from the skies, he ensures your safety, a bittersweet relief washing over him when he sees that you are healing from the hurt. he wonders if he is healing, too. he wonders if he made the right decision.

it is safer, better this way. a fallen angel has no place in the heart of a human. it doesn’t matter what he desires, what he wants.

he smiles, wonders what it would still be like, having you at his side. he does not dare admit he misses you– there’s no need to solidify the pain, acknowledge its unwanted presence.

love is a very cruel and tragic being, isn’t it?

something inside slowly unravels– it is not wrath that unleashes his true form, but perhaps it is a silent cry of mourning, this shift in appearance : the presence of thorns, so violently red, the markings that adorn his body, the black sclera. there is no need for it, but he does not choose to suppress it. he hums in forced amusement, closes his eyes. he wonders if you truly would have been fearless of him in this state. what a shame it is that he will never know.

time passes. he feels something strange in his chest– an unknown sensation, a jolt, and he wonders if that is the sensation of a beating heart. he opens his eyes to the familiar blue skies.

“you’re persistent. you’ve found me, after all.”

you stand behind him, and he can practically feel your sorrow, your frustration, that slight anger. when he turns around, he sees it all. from the moment he left, you knew you would find him, but the path to reunion has not been an easy one. you freeze, and he forces a grin.

“how is it? my truest form? does it frighten you?”

you don’t speak for a long while. it doesn’t, no. not at all. you have always found belial beautiful, and you still do. but there’s this dying grief that overwhelms you, the same grief you have carried in all the time you have been separated. it tastes bitter on your tongue, renders you speechless.

you’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s here, you just–

you swallow hard. love is not meant to be cruel, nor tragic. one step forward, then another. his expression is unreadable, carefully crafted. it’s no longer that mischievous facade nor is it dejection. you’ve always been one to see through his games though, and somewhere in the deep red, there’s this excruciating loneliness that you also feel.

“you couldn’t love someone like me, right?” he laughs. “a fallen angel with the appearance of a demon.”

but you don’t falter. you don’t buy it.

“enough, belial.” your voice wavers, the words heavy on your tongue. how they almost threaten to choke you, and you wonder what will take you first : the tides of longing or the courage that dies in words unspoken. “why do you think i’ve spent all this time searching for you?”

your fingers trace over his markings, the ghost of your touch leaving a burning sensation in their wake. you’re trembling, he notices, and he feels it in the way you cup his face in your hands, gentle. you look at him, and he almost wonders if he is imagining the reverence and ardor in your gaze.

“you left because you thought it was better that way, right? because you thought i could find someone better, someone worthy.” you murmur, and now it is his hands that shake this time. “because you think you’re not worthy of anything good, because everything you know is painful, so you think you’re better off subjecting yourself to the pain because it’s all you know.” and there is this quiet smile that blossoms on your lips, and it grows the slightest bit when you see that quiet uncertainty in crimson hues. “you can love, belial. you can be loved.”

your thumb grazes over the markings once more, and he feels that frightening sensation in his heart again– a dull thud, slow– but then it picks up in its pacing, beats and beats and beats, and surely you must hear it too, the way it pounds so violently.

“there’s no one better, belial. it’s you that i want. it’s always been you.”

you take his hand, press a kiss against the inside of his wrist, and he almost laughs at the familiarity of it all. you’ve always had him wrapped around your finger.

“you’ve always been a stubborn one, haven’t you?” his lips meet yours, and he feels the way you smile into the kiss. “be careful you don’t regret this.”

you laugh, squeeze his hand.

“i won’t, belial.”

( yes, this fairy tale beloved ends with reunion and revelations. yes, belial reminds himself, your fingers laced with his, you are his blessing, his happy ending. )

#granblue fantasy x reader #belial x reader #gbf x reader #.: writing #.: comm

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queen-of-hoshido · 2 years

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Beelzebub: It's pretty cold outside... let's hold hands. We should stay close.

Y/n, blushing: Okay.

Lucilius: It's fucking summer.

#beelzebub x reader #beelzebub #beelzy #lucilius #beelzebub (gbf)#gbf incorrect quotes #granblue fantasy #gbf x reader #granblue fantasy x reader

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captainmullin · 1 year

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Can you do a reader x Katalina relationship Headcanons there's not enough apperaction for the best mom of crew.

Absolutely I can! Slowly but surely working my way through requests :3c

Katalina/Male!Reader + Relationship Headcanons

Katalina, for the most part, isn’t particularly worried about romance or a relationship. She’s been taking care of Lyria for so long, it feels almost as though she’s given up the chance to peruse something like that - until you decide to walk into her life. Quite literally.

It happened while the Grandcypher crew was taking a pit stop on a remote island, just looking for a place to stay the next few days before moving on to continue their missions. The crew had stopped in your inn, ordering food and waiting for their rooms. You had bumped into Katalina by completely on accident, just trying to serve the next table over.

It was almost like magic, Katalina grabbing your waist right before the food spilled all over the floor. Her hands were strong, warmth flooding to your face and chest, wondering if she even noticed how close the two of you were. After that little incident, you got to know the rest of the crew better throughout the time they were on the island.

When the day came to leave, you took Katalina’s hand to leave without hesitation. You proved to be a valuable asset on the ship as well, doing odd and end tasks to help the crew out. You and Katalina grew steadily ever closer, to the point where one day you grew antsy if she was gone for too long.

The night you confessed your feelings to her was one of relief. Katalina felt the same way! She smiled at you and you smiled back, your hands clasped together with hers. Your hands were calloused from the work you’ve done, but hers were too - both fighters and yet, both incredibly passionate and devoted.

Restaurants! After you two officially got together, you both liked to frequent small or quiet restaurants and cafes, taking in the energy and sights wherever you went. Regardless of dates, business, or just plain fun, you both enjoyed each others company just the same.

Katalina also insisted on sparring with you - considering you were a bit taller than her, she wanted to practice different techniques based on height and ability. Despite it being practice, Katalina always managed to make sure you were safe in the end.

#gbf #granblue fantasy #granblue #gbf writing #granblue fantasy writing #gbf katalina #katalina gbf #gbf x reader #katalina granblue #granblue katalina #gbf headcanons #headcanons gbf #granblue fantasy headcanons #headcanons granblue fantasy #《 anonymous 》

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astarriscus · 2 years

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when you're feeling down, sandalphon isn't completely sure what to do and how to handle this. he truly cares for you from the bottom of his heart, but these feelings of love and affection are still quite the enigma to him (though he knows for sure that he loves you). his movements are gentle yet rather unsure as he wraps his arms around you, and lets you cry into his neck. it doesn't bother him at all how your tears fall onto his skin and clothing, or how he's still not very used to such intimacy—all he cares for right now is you in his arms, as he hopes that he can at least provide even the slightest comfort for you. after all, it's what you deserve (and that would be all the love and care in the world, which he'll try his best to give it to you, because he loves you so much).

#gbf sandalphon x reader #sandalphon x reader #gbf x reader #i think sandalphon deserves all the love in the world >< but he's definitely ready to give it to those he loves too #(...even if he may still be quite clumsy. but he'll try his best for you.)#granblue fantasy x reader #gbf imagines #granblue fantasy imagines #sandalphon #gbf #granblue fantasy #sandalphon (gbf)#gbf sandalphon #gbf x reader imagines #granblue fantasy sandalphon #(btw since i'm still just in ebg !! i promise i only mean that in a platonic way haha i def dont have feelings for sandy at all TvT ^^ <3)#✍︎ — starry love letters.#➳ granblue fantasy !

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misasimagines · 2 years

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asking the gbf eternals “would you still love me if I were a worm”

included characters: Song/Tweyen, Quatre/Feower, Seox, Siete/Seofon, Nio/Niyon, Tien/Esser rating: sfw warnings: I talk about worms here actually

okay this is the last worm related post for now Song:

Quatre:

Seox: his brain is this small to compensate for how big his di

Siete:

Nio:

Tien:

#gbf #granblue #granblue fantasy #gbf headcanons #siete gbf #seox gbf #quatre gbf #tien gbf #nio gbf #song gbf #granblue headcanons #gbf x reader #granblue x reader

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blackkiwi · 2 years

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Belial pls let me have ur babies,,

that is all......

k bye now

#🍄kiwi thirst🍄#?🍒kiwi talks🍒?#gbf smut #gbf x reader #grandblue fantasy

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myurucrie · 5 months

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this tweet is still my favourite tweet after 4 years

#gbf #it reminds me of my horrible Wattpad days #funfact! I wrote a Lucifer x reader fic when I was 16 #I wrote like a chapter and haven't opened Wattpad since

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luvlyycy · 24 days

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"you good?" he breathes heavily as he looks down at you, hands on either side of your head. he pouts when you don't respond, before realizing you're honestly way too fucked out— he lowers his right arm to his elbow, using his left hand to wipe the drool from your swollen lips.

vane lets out a quick laugh, one of his earlier loads of cum seeping from your still-filled hole as he snaps his hips forward once, eliciting a whimper from you. "aayy, you're still alive 'n kickin' ahh? come onnn, look at me, babyyy.." he wraps his arms around your body, pressing his cheek against yours— his imaginary tail wagging.

"vane, it's t'much... too full..."

i mean, your tummy might be bulging a little buuutt..

"c'monnn, you can take all of me right? my dick is so hard.. and i know you wanna help me right??? riiiigghhhht???"

you whine before sheepishly nodding.

#gbf smut #gbfvsr smut #gbfvs smut #gbfvsr #gbf #gbf vane #vane #vane smut #gbf vane smut #granblue versus smut #granblue relink smut #granblue versus #granblue smut #granblue fantasy #granblue vane #granblue vane smut #vane x you #vane x reader

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lovehotelreservation · 2 years

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🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

“Come now, Singularity--I’m just making sure that you’re fully coated~”

Ruby red irises glinted mischievously, a pink tongue darted over smirking lips, long, slick fingers tightened their hold.

Belial was certainly enjoying his day out on the beaches of Auguste.

While other tourists were delighting themselves to seafood buffet feasts and basking in the picturesque scenery of pristine white sand and crystal blue water, he was finding much pleasure in some afternoon fishing from the comforts of a seaside bungalow.

And what a splendid catch that was now in his possession!

Squirming and writhing, swimsuit in a tattered disarray, skin sleek from a haphazard smear of suntan oil, you were left and reduced to a helpless sprawl upon the wooden deck of your bungalow suite. The platform--with the purpose of allowing easy access in and out of the ocean for a swim--now served to be an open showcase of Belial pummeling his cock into your core from behind for next door guests and the like.

His palms were still slippery with the pour of your suntan oil bottle from earlier, his fingers groping your breasts, toying with your nipples, with one even plunging into your ass in tandem with the vigorous pace of his thrusts.

Your nails clawing at the wooden floor in pleasure, the gorgeously obscene view of your backside as he watched his thick cock push into your drooling core, all while you looked back at him with such a flustered, pleading expression--his hunger, his thirst for more could not be any more aroused.

Calling out your name, he relinquished his hold on your breast to instead seize your chin as he bent further down, closing any distance between your face and his.

Before he went forward to claim your lips for a kiss, he gazed straight into your eyes as he grinned wickedly, his voice dropping to a low purr as he spoke,

“After all, if the sun gets to kiss your skin today, isn’t it only fair that I get to kiss you all I want~? ♡“

#belial #belial x reader #granblue fantasy #gbf #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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doki-doki-imagines · 7 months

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tw: smut, afab reader

author note: first post for gbf and it's smut, I'm sorry LOL. It's been a while since I last wrote something putting my mind on it so I hope you'll like it!

Siegfried had the intention to charm you the second he put his foot into the warm sand, you are sure of it.

You know your boyfriend doesn't like to expose himself, and you learnt to appreciate it, your little gem that you only can appreciate, hidden from most eyes.

So, you were flabbergasted to see Siegfried so at ease with such skimpy pants, adherent like glue on his skin and torso completely exposed for everyone to look at, because let's admit it, everyone couldn't be indifferent to such a sight.

You are sitting near the shore far away from all the crew, the wave crushing the only sound between you two.

"You look handsome today." Your voice deeper than usual while you look straight into his honey eyes, your hands grip the sand under you.

"Thanks, it's exactly what I wanted." A soft giggle escapes Siegfried's mouth, strands of hair escape his soft ponytail, and the breeze make them fly in the air.

He looks ethereal, sitting there, head tilted back, throat exposed while some droplet of sea water run down his body.

It doesn't take that much convincing to find yourself on your knees, Siegfried belts and pants barely lowered to suck him off like your life depends on it.

And it's not like Siegfried complained.

"S-slow down." He half-moans, golden eyes squinting. His big hand grabs the back of your head, but don't push you forward; as always, he has the perfect control of his body even in problematic situations.

Anyway you don't listen to him, trying to take as much as possible of his throbbing cock, sucking and laving your tongue at the sides where veins are visible. Saliva drips down your mouth, some drop fall on his balls exactly where your fingers are massaging, making the stimulation more intense.

You look at him, beautiful, wonderful, chiseled abs twitching, nipples hards begging to be touched.

Then you get pulled off, a pop can be heard together with Siegfried heavy breaths, his dick, still throbbing hit his navel, tip red a globe of cum running down his lenght.

"C'mere"

You don't have to move much, your boyfriend doing all the work, pulling your lips towards his ones, in a messy dance of tongues and spit, your hands find his shoulders, something stable to grip on while sitting on his lap, while his gloved hand go downwards, fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottom and then delving deeper into your hot core.

A moan escapes your mouth, doesn't mean Siegfried break the kiss, if anything his tongue explores deeper your mouth, a passionate dance he doesn't want to interrupt. With the free hand he pushes your lower back towards his body, so your tummy can grind on his erection.

Meanwhile his thick fingers keep stimulating you, the material of the glove a new sensation, different from his warmth, but not less enjoyable, your essence drips down his wrist, his rhythm doesn't budge, pistoning into you, your lips parting to moan his name make even more blood run south, his boner unbearable at this point.

A particular curl of two of his fingers makes your toe curl, the moan dulled from Siegfried's mouth and the world around you waver, and not for the overwhelming pleasure, but for your boyfriend pulling you under his body.

"N-No Sieg, I wanna be on top." You says, voice frail, hands pushing on his shoulders trying to flip him over.

"Are you sure you'd be able to take it?" He talks big for someone that look as affected as you from the situation.

"Flip over, I'm gonna show you how good I can take it."

A small chuckle escapes Siegfried's mouth, but decide to listen to you, flipping you over together with him.

Ah he looks majestic under you, his hair now free, soft ribbon lost somewhere during the previous activities, one of his hands grips tightly your hips while his gloved hands...

He's licking it, still stained by your essence, his warm tongue run from his wrist to his middle finger and when it reaches the top, he suck it off, his mouth eveloping it, savouring it. While he looks at you "Always delicious" a smirk grace his face, knowing well the effect he has on you.

A smirk that soon disappear when you line up and go down on him, your hole stretching to accomodate his girth, a breathless moan leaving both your mouths. You bounce on his lenght, hands finding support on his sweaty chest while both of his hands are now placed on your hip, one slightly lower towards your butt.

"Bunny go faster, let me see how much you want it." Penetrating honey eyes look at you, it's an order, but you aren't sure you'll be able to make it.

But it's not a problem that last for much, not when Siegfried decides to take the rein and bounce you on his cock, at his rhythm.

"For someone that wanted to top me so much-" His tips hit a spot that make you both roll your eyes, mind fogging under the intense pleasure "-your willpower lasted really little." His finger grips to tight that you're sure bruises will form soon, his shaft twitching inside you and getting...bigger?

You look better at his face, eyes closed, hair getting reddish and his canines getting more pointed each second that go by. A shiver runs down your spine, not a pleasure one, the kind you feel when battling some Primals.

His cock is getting impossibly big, literally.

"Sieg-look at me please" You lean down, your chests in touch, not a lick of air could go throught your bodies, your hands cupping his sweaty face "Stay calm Sieg, I love you-" A particular harsh thrust make your lips touch, not that you minded, both your hips busy in an animalistic rhythm that the both of you can't control.

An harsh slap on your butt make you squeak, breaking the kiss "Love you too" Your Siegfried is back, blown pupils so deep but so full of love you feel your heartbeat going into a frenzy, and from there it doesn't take much more to reach your apex, Siegfried fucking you through your orgasm before cumming too, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, head falling back, sand now everywhere in his brown locks.

You lay on his body, still trying to recover your breath from the intense love-making "Are you fine?" you ask, voice still feeble.

Siegfried's lips twitch into a small smile "I should be the one asking you that." His hands massage your thighs as he gives you a kiss on top of your head.

"What happened this time? The dragon blood never took over before."

"I-" Siegfried breath heavily, chest rising up and down under you "I prefer not to tell you."

You hum, maybe it will be something to talk about another day.

A few minutes go by, both enjoying the chilly breeze of the beach and the sound of the waves.

"So now I can say that I can take your dragon form?" A small laughter escapes your throat while Siegfried huffs out, the hand massaging you now playful slap your ass.

"I guess so."

This time, you can't contain your boisterous laughter, and Siegfried smiles, eye closing, cherishing your time together

#gbf imagines #granblue fantasy imagines #gbf x reader #granblue fantasy x reader #gbf smut #granblue fantasy smut #gbf siegfried #gbf #granblue fantasy

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djeesperate · 3 days

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I held off reading Halloween Florence's fate episode until recently because I knew there would be some nugget of Gawain in it and I would like to report:

Florence pranked Gawain A LOT growing up.

The pranks are extreme for others, from the reactions the other sorceress gave when Florence described her idea for a haunted labyrinth.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, Lady Florence, but are you actually a huge fan of horror?"

"Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to enjoy myself so much thinking about all this... I've only ever played these kinds of pranks on Gawain..."

The Archduke was practically shitting himself going through the thing.

Gawain probably gained immunity to her pranks that she'd constantly amped up the scare factor (or maybe she was always this excessive from the start?)

Whatever the case, I kinda picture baby Gawain being really spooked at first, and Florence is just a menace to society.

Gawain thoroughly enjoyed the labyrinth!! Immediately walked in there! He's definitely okay, if not also into, horror stuff.

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seraphiism · 2 years

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡; ( 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 )

( YOU ARE LIKE ME // IN THAT YOU WERE BORN FROM AN EMPTY VESSEL. )

chara : belial fandom : granblue fantasy quote cr : persona series a/n : end of the seven deadly sins series with belial!

IN SKIES OF BLUE LIES A DESTRUCTION THAT THREATENS TO RUN RAMPANT, DESTROY THE WORLD & THE SERENITY IT THRIVES ON. IN THE FEATHERS OF A FALLEN ANGEL THERE IS CRIMSON THAT POURS AND POURS AND POURS, AND IN YOUR HEART, THERE IS A PAIN THAT IS SO HEAVILY ETCHED IN YOUR IDENTITY THAT YOU ONLY KNOW IT AS LOVE.

such a tragic thing, the absence of benevolence in a being that is meant to accompany those to the other side of the river. in the blood of an angel resides lower deities and altruism, but belial knows nothing of this. ( & he is not supposed to, you remind yourself. because he was birthed from false origins, nurtured with spite and hatred and inferiority. )

"why are you doing this?"

the taste of iron melts on your tongue, overwhelms your senses with a bittersweet longing for something that could be yours. your body is worn, bruised from the burdens of war and chaos and conflict and all that remains in between, and how wondrously beautiful you are to belial in this very moment in time.

the world could end so easily-- it would take so little to let this game continue, to let everything crash and burn and know that the quiet that rings in the air is the signal of death and joyful endings.

the world could end so easily by his hand ; because he is the harbinger of this, the fallen angel. but it doesn't.

( IT DOESN'T, BUT IT SHOULD. YOU SHOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? )

you question him anyway, feel the blood trail down your cheek as he smears it across your skin, adorns your face further with brutality.

"doing what?"

he knows very well what you mean, knows he has sabotaged his own plan.

"you could have it all and you know it." your voice strains, breaks under the pressure of it all. you do not know if you are relieved, alive in a time where you should not be. "you could have the world, belial."

your limbs ache, lungs screaming for oxygen as your chest heaves in tired protest. you come to a stand, ignore the way the pain roots itself in the marrow of your bones. he waits before you, watches you struggle-- your legs give out, threaten collapse, but he is quick to catch you. he holds you closer than he should and he does not let go. he has no intention to, after all, and you are both well aware of this.

crimson sinks into your soul, stares at you harder than it should. frenzied is the nature of humanity in the nearing of its end, but there is no rapture, no ending in sight, yet your heart burns and aches, feels like it might unravel when he has it in his grasp.

"easy, kitten." he murmurs, loosens his grip only the slightest bit. "it's not fair if you tire yourself out without me, hm?"

( AND HE'LL CALL IT APATHY, call it indifference. speak of lies that render himself to be a villain nonetheless, make excuses that it was simply out of convenience that he did not bring ruin to everything and everyone, but you know. you know that somewhere in the heart of this angel, maybe there is something real in the love he knows so little of. )

"liar." you whisper, feel your voice and yourself break a little more. "you're such a damn liar."

belial smiles, and perhaps you can see the remnants of virtue that linger in his soul. he kisses you, gentle, mumbles words of genuine ardor against your bloodied lips.

"the world is meaningless if you're not in it."

#granblue fantasy #belial gbf #belial x reader #belial #gbf x reader #i lov this mans. absolute mess !#.: writing

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queen-of-hoshido · 2 years

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Beelzebub: Do you feel any better?

Y/n: I feel much better now that you here with me.

*Lucilius walks in*

Y/n: I feel half better.

#beelzebub x reader #beelzebub (gbf)#bubs #beelzy #beezlebub #gbf incorrect quotes #gbf x reader #lucilius #lucilius (gbf)#granblue incorrect quotes #granblue fantasy x reader

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captainmullin · 10 months

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2023 Updated Masterlist

whoo boy, this has been... long, long overdue! Here's the updated masterlist from 2020-2023 (organized by type and chronologically) if you have a request, my rules can be found here! My askbox is always open! (I accept basically everything aside from fetish content, lol) Notes: I try to use the English localization of names when applicable. Everything should be tagged appropriately - if you need something tagged, let me know!

HEADCANONS

Cain, Ayer, and Feather + Insomniac!Captain

Magisa and Arulumaya + Helping with nightmares

Niyon, Feower, and Seox + Clingy!S/O

Niyon, Feower and Seox + Hugs

Alliah, Alexiel, Threo, and Anthuria + Kisses

Tien, Seox, Seofon and Mullin + Friendship

Tweyen, Feower, Seofon, Tien + Anger/Calming down

Lancelot + Cuddles

Silva headcanons (Flower themed)

Feower and Threo + Bandages

Beatrix and Zeta + Domestic

Eustace + Flirting (Male!Reader)

Katalina + Relationships (Male!Reader)

SHORT FIC

"I'll teach you how to dance!" - Lancelot/Vane

Seofon + Ray of Sunshine!S/O

"I'm just... so tired, all the time." and "Can you please just... hold me? For a little bit?" - Seofon + Captain

"Someday I could wake up and this will have been a wonderful dream..." - Seofon + Captain

"But you hate [food]." - Percival + S/O

"Hush now, you're alright. You're not alone." and "Let's get you to the couch. There we go." - Seofon + Captain

Siegfried + Walks in the forest

Algielba and Adora + Trick or treat!

Seofon + Walks in the forest

Sandalphon and Lucifer + Spaced out

Magisa + A Coffee Date

Silva + Accidental handholding

Ilsa + Holding hands under the table

Percival + Fem!Knight!Reader

Modern!AU Percival/Reader

Sandalphon + Ocean, Seashells, and String Lights

Lancelot + Reunited (Fem!S/O)

Sandalphon + Handholding while falling

Lancelot + Handholding in a crowd

Eustace + Linking fingers

Knights of Feendrache + Garden party (Lancelot-centric)

Lich + Love confession

Gawain + Healer!S/O

Magisa + A Beach Date

Cain + Baking

69 Followers celebration - Belial's Fate Episode

MATCHUPS

Anon + Rosetta Matchup

Anon + Eustace Matchup

Anon + Cain Matchup

CHARACTER LETTERS

Gawain and Eustace (White Day)

Lucio (White Day)

CAPTAINSONA WRITINGS

hi. there's So Much. I'm so sorry I LOVE my little danchousona and you can pry them out of my cold dead hands and I love love getting requests for them so- Want to start at the beginning? Their fic is called The Journal of Captain Mullin, with lots planned! (ao3 link) Mullin is my captainsona, where Azazel is @acequinox's wonderful captainsona! He is the light of my life and also the artist of my profile pic!

Mullin + Friendship headcanons

The Dangers of High School (Main Chapter short fic, Ao3 link)

SR Captain Mullin Unit

SSR Captain Mullin Unit (Grand)

Pre-Relationship Mullin/Rackam headcanons

SR Duo Mullin/Rackam Unit

More friendship headcanons

Part of a confession

"I can't believe I got to marry you." + Mullin/Rackam

"Something tells me I'm not being done being disappointed today." - Mullin/Rackam

Unfinished WIP w/ Mullin/Rackam

Ruffled hair - Mullin/Rackam

One umbrella - Mullin/Rackam

Picking apples - Mullin/Rackam

Happy Halloween! (ao3 link)

Holding hands - Mullin/Rackam

we've got to stop meeting like this (modern!AU, Mullin/Rackam) ((ao3 link))

Modern!AU WIP - Azazel and Mullin

Choices - Mullin/Rackam

Snowball Fight - Mullin/Rackam

Mistletoe - Mullin/Rackam

Sky + Mullin/Rackam

Tiny hands in big hands - Mullin/Rackam

Valentine's letter from Mullin

#gbf #granblue fantasy #granblue #gbf writing #granblue fantasy writing #gbf imagines #x reader #gbf x reader #tag spam im sorry #hello five active gbf players on tumblr

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