#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love
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Zoozve, my beloved
#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love#moon#venus#zoozve#long post#sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha#astronomy#astrophysics#space
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ in the mornings ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
ft: rin.
notes: just pure sunshine fluff ✧˖°.
part/series: 1.0 2.0 3.0
wc: 1328
he's doesn't wake you up, and prefers to let you sleep the night away to your heart's content (sleeping makes you happy), and he notices and cares about that.
it's the little things....
rin wakes up early before you. he's always been an early bird, up as soon as the sun rises, and a sleepy saturday is no exception. so you're left to be woken up by the birds chirping and the sun shining and the smell of your favorite food wafting through the open doorway. and you'll get up, slowly walk your way downstairs.
the moment's surprisingly domestic, rin's shirtless and clad in an apron (even though it's a little drafty downstairs), you're in his shirt, and for a second there's nothing but the sound of sizzling bacon reverberating on the walls and making you feel completely at home.
"did you sleep well?" you smile, because you suddenly feel refreshly rejuvenated.
"yeah, i really, really did."
rin is SUCH a sweetheart dasifjsdiofjjjsfdi LMAOO like...
you cannot prove me wrong once he gets to know you he's literally warm and allasdfjdfoi
and his cooking's mad scrumptious i am telling u
breakfast, as usual is warm and lifts you up. down to your veins, the utter core and heart of your being, because you can tell that he made it with love, and that's most important. and once you're done, you make a move to go do the dishes, but he won't let you. (the man's serious, what can i say?)
"i can do it-"
"don't worry," rin pulls you into a swift hug and you're suddenly surrounded by a cocoon of strong, comforting arms, "i got it."
"but you already cooked? we should split-"
rin looks at you fondly, amusement glimmering in teal eyes. it's a look that can stop time, shatter you, and pick you up anew. it's the look of the sunsets you saw together last september, and it's that look of pure adoration and love.
"you should rest," he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek that leaves your stomach whirling and your nerves dancing alight. "you're worth it."
oh if you only knew HOW BAD i need a rin in my life
we all need a rin tbh because he's sooo sweet and so caring when he's comfy around you
+ a little jelly bcs !!!!
this next scene is utter beauty... you'll see...
waking up is hard when you're utterly entangled in the strong arms of the one you love.
the sun hums softly through the windows, blanketing everything in golden radiance. a clear, blue expanse of sky gazes down at you from above. the clock blinks at you in soft red letters the time (11 P.M.), but neither of you seem to make a move to get up.
it’s the power of a sleepy saturday.
a soft murmur (the doorbell) cuts through your haze of thoughts. “i’ll get it-” rin starts but you push the covers back onto him, pressing him back down onto the soft mattress.
“don’t worry, i got it,” you smile, and he wraps you in a warm hug.
“if you’re gone too long, i’ll miss you!” he calls over your shoulder. you smile back at him. it’s so easy to fall back into that comforting, perfect rhythm, where it’s just the two of you. indelible touches and soft warmth, broken down to sand, it’s just the two of you. against the world, fighting together, the two of you.
your heart blossoms with a warmth that swells from your head down to the very core of your being, and sits happily there, a pleasant, steady heat that makes the silence feel so full.
at your door’s a cute, smiling pizza man.
“delivery for y/n?” he smiles down at you, while holding that cardboard box.
“thanks so much!” you turn to grab your wallet from the counter, and come back right after. the air’s crackling with some unspoken tension, and you feel and hear movement behind you, but you disregard it.
inhaling the aroma of cheesy goodness, you feel oddly refreshed.
the man looks you up and down, and you suddenly realize you’re in a ratty set of pajamas and cross your arms over yourself a little self-consciously.
“the weather’s gorgeous today, isn’t it?” the man smiles and you find it in yourself to smile back. he’s just being nice, you chide yourself.
“yeah-” you start, “it really, really is.”
as you move to swipe your credit card across the gleaming screen of the touchless payment scanner, your feet get caught on the rug and you fall down, down, down…
right into the pizza guy’s arms. as your cheeks color and flame, and you murmur a hasty apology and scramble away, the man smirks.
“fell for me already, didn’t you?”
you wince. he’s cute, with warm eyes and dimples, but he’s no rin itoshi. “actually,” you start, “i’m flattered, but i’m not interested.”
the guy looks at you in surprise. “what, do you have a boyfriend or someth-”
immediately, rin’s presence materializes by you as if summoned. it’s a little uncanny, you think to yourself. and you have to admit, seeing rin stare down his opposition is a sight to see.
it doesn’t help the other guy’s case that rin’s fit as anything, either. just the glare he gives his opponents is enough to make them recoil. he crosses his arms over his broad chest and gives the delivery guy a penetrating stare. (you feel a little bad for this poor pizza man). but also, it fills you with molten heat and just love that rin would even care about these little things.
“yeah,” rin drawls underneath the summer sun, “she does have a boyfriend.” he wraps his bicep around your waist and tugs you close.
“so if i were you,” rin leans in towards the guy and whispers, “i’d probably leave now.”
somehow, the pressured worker manages to keep his wits intact. “you haven’t paid-”
“i’ll handle it, y/n,” rin whispers in your ear and waves you off. as you sit down on your sofa and calm your racing heart, you’re hit with such a wave of emotion that your heart weeps. because you’re rin itoshi’s, and he doesn’t care if the whole world knows it.
rin’s by your side minutes later and he sees your tears. “why’re you crying? is it me- don’t cry because of me-” he hugs you close, and wipes away your tears with gentle fingers.
“i’m not sad, rin,” you smile up at him, “happy tears. happy because you love me, and you don’t care if the whole world knows it-”
“even if you are a jealous-”
he pulls you in close and whispers fiercely. “damn right i’m jealous, because i got the best person in the world right beside me. and i’ll never let you go, and i’ll always love you. let the world say what they want to say, because you’re mine.”
“i love you too, rin-”
and then he pulls you into a searing kiss, embedding himself into your very soul and your entire mind is consumed with just rin itoshi. featherlight touches leave trails of heat down your face, and you breathe a soft sigh.
because rin in the mornings (and any other time) is truly just a sight to behold.
“say it,” rin murmurs and pulls away. you’re both breathing a little heavy and he looks at you with such love and emotion in his eyes that you know what he needs.
“i’m yours.”
the next kiss sends off fireworks in your heart and ignites your world in a blaze of life because you’re rin’s, he’s yours, and the two of you together are unstoppable.
there will be ups and downs. highs of unimaginable greatness and lows and worlds of hurt. but you’ll get through it.
together.
OH MY GOD MWA MWA MWA AHHHHHH
rin is truly the best lover when he's with you, i refuse to believe othwerise.... well i know he''ll prob be AWKWARD and cold at first.. (i'll totally do an arranged marriage sitch on my ao3 oh i love the idea already)
stay tuned for part two (guess which character in comments!!! or request which one im open) i'll link it under the series column when it's rdy ;)
thank u sm for reading, and thank you to @enchanthings for these lovely page dividers. grateful foreva 🫶
(rin pics bcs i love him sm, look at that penetrating stare and bro has hella eyelashes..)
ASJFDSOIF ok THANKS FOR REEADING AGAIN!!
part two is up and linked!!! happy reading :)
#blue lock#bllk#bllk x reader#bllk fluff#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x y/n#rin itoshi x reader#bllk imagines#blue lock x reader#blue lock fluff#itoshi rin
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max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb
a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.
also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3
genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.
warnings: car crash.
pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.
max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb
The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.
This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.
It wasn't pretty.
So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?
You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.
It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.
Now, Sunday. Oh boy.
Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.
Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.
You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.
Fuck.
Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.
Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.
Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.
But this... this he wasn't prepared for.
"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.
"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"
"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.
"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.
"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"
"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"
Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.
"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"
Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.
Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.
Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.
"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.
#max verstappen blurb#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen au#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen#max verstappen angst#max verstappen x you#f1 x reader#f1 fic#f1 x you#f1 fanfic
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❝dancing in the refrigerator light.❞ || tom blyth x f!reader
| request- tom and reader baking while the background song is stand by me (let us all be delusional)
| A/N- i love this so much you have no idea. this shit got me ENTHRALLED also i imagine this as like right after ‘you’re my best friend’ happened…a part two perhaps..
| WARNINGS- food, dancing, touching a burning hot pan bc you’re too busy looking at tom, and big ole kissies
(divider by @v6que)
you stand in your kitchen humming along to the quiet music flowing through your house, mixing the blueberry muffin batter. it’s well past midnight at this point but you find it impossible to fall under the blanket of rest.
you left tom snoozing soundly in your bed, not wanting to bother him at this hour. a small smile plays on your lips as you zone out while mixing and think about how well everything played out so well with him. you hone back in to your mixing before you feel tom rest his chin on your shoulder.
“you’re supposed to be asleep.” you whisper, leaning you head onto his as he hums and closes his eyes. “can’t stay asleep, what’re you making?” he questions right next to your ear making your face slightly warm, your crush on him will never go away. “blueberry muffins. my mom always used to make them when we couldn’t sleep.” you confided in him softly.
you slide the baking pan into the oven with a slight screech from the metal on metal. you sat on the kitchen floor in front of the oven and set your timer, tom taking a seat next to you. “what are we doing?” he whispers through the silent air. “watching the muffins.”
the ‘watching the muffins’ eventually turned into you guys sitting on the couch kissing and telling stories. he’d tell you his set stories and you’d laugh and shake you head at him. the sight of them engrossed with each other was saccharine and sickeningly sweet. the familiar ding from your apple timer caused you to sit straight up and pull tom towards the kitchen again.
as you open the oven you look over to see tom, shirtless only clad in pajama bottoms licking the remaining batter off the spoon, illuminated by the moonlight and small warm lamps scattered around. before you can even realize that your hand was still moving, your skin came into contact with the boiling metal. you draw your hand back with a hiss and swear under your breath.
tom quickly turns the faucet to cold and places your hand under it, turning around to take the muffins out and turn the oven off. you start to quietly giggle as you pull him apart with your eyes, once again. “what happened, love? i thought you were a whiz in the kitchen.” he runs his hand up and down your back and you lean into him.
“i was, i am, i just couldn’t stop looking at you. you’re like a literal angel that i can’t believe is real.” you whisper to him while turning your head up to him and smiling. you hold your injured hand out to him “i almost died for you. that shows my dedication.” he scoffs and rolls his eyes before pushing your hand back under the water.
you both sat cross legged on the kitchen floor, each with a glass of milk in front of them and a muffin in hand. “so worth it. i don’t even need my left hand if i can have muffins forever” you joke with your mouth full with the pastry. tom raises his eyebrows at you “i, however, do think you might need both hands to function…and other activities.” he confidently spat out his sentence causing you to throw your head back laughing to hide the blush that made home on your cheeks and the warmth that tom manages to propagate throughout your body.
the speakers, who had been forgotten about, start to quietly leak out ‘stand by me’ and toms face lights up and pulls you up to meet him. he bows and sticks his hand out to you, asking for a dance. your smile cannot be contained as you take his hand and quickly remember you also cannot dance. the pair of you looks almost like a baby giraffe- although the giraffe might dance better.
you eventually give up on the waltz and wrap your arms around toms waist and hug him. “i’m really fucking tired.” you say into his chest and you feel his body vibrate when he laughs. you lift your head up and his comes down for your lips to meet. after more than enough kisses tom tries pulling you back to bed. “i thought you said you were tired?” “i am, i’m grabbing a muffin for the trip.”
you feel as if a piece of the sun had fallen down and nestled itself into your ribcage, but that’s just tom.
#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x reader#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#billy the kid x reader#coriolanus x you#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tom blyth fluff#william bonney smut#william bonney fluff#william bonney x reader#william bonney
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your last post made me feel dizzy and fuzzy and i have thoughts spiralling in my mind bc of it 😵💫 i need to share cause you’re responsible 🫵🏼
after you gave ur best friend! jeongin a blow job under the desk to calm his nerves he cannot stop thinking about it; constantly thinking how things between you are now slightly different than what they used to be, or at least they are for him. as more time passes you still haven’t mentioned anything about what happened, neither did he, cause he’s worried what you’re going to say, he doesn’t want to harm ur friendship, but he cannot lie to himself anymore - he wishes it would happen again, and maybe this time have the courage to turn it into something more
one day you’re waiting with him in his professor’s office - you’re gonna walk home together, but jeongin has to pick up something from him before you leave. the professor still hasn’t shown up tho and you’re both looking around the room in silence until he decides to finally say it.. that he’s been thinking a lot about what happened. you admit it’s the same for you too, and your hand unconsciously travels to the place you used to touch him that day; you’ve missed the feeling of it so much. when you palm his cock through his pants you can sense it’s getting harder bc of the risky act and your lips brushing the skin of his neck. “h-he can come any minute now,” jeongin says in a slightly shaky voice as you unzip his pants, but instead of stopping you drop to your knees separating his thighs. before you know it your soft lips are wrapped around his cock again while your hair is tangling around his fingers. the only time you pull out is when you tell him to cum in your mouth. you can’t leave a mess in his professor’s chair
OH MY GODDDDD 😭 u are so crazy for this (positive)
Jeongin would looooooveee the risk of it all 🤞 friendship doesn’t matter when it comes to the way your mouth wraps around his cock so nicely— hell, it felt like it was solely made for taking his length. You did it so well, tongue heavy with the weight of his dick, spit dripping down the side of your lips and chin. God, and the wet sounds of your lips popping and tongue lapping up and down the veins?? Sends him into a dizzy frenzy!
And when he’s close, gripping your hair and softly moaning because he’s terrified the professor will catch the two of you, he’s whispering things like, “Fuck— wish I could fuck you r-right now!” But he always cums especially hard when your beautiful doe eyes lock with his, stealing his breath momentarily as he cums hard; thighs shaking and even the feeling of your tongue still pressed against his poor cock is overstimulating him. He’s gushing into your mouth, coating your tongue and spilling down your throat enough to the point where you’re gagging and your tummy starts to feel full!! It’s only when he’s pushing you away with breathless pants that the two of you hear the click of the professors dress shoes along the tiled floors of the hallway.
Jeongin is still panting and flushed in the face when your professor steps into the room and smiles softly at the two of you, completely unknowing of what sinful act the two of you just committed moments prior <33
#mooties !#aghagagGggagag#AGH U ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO SPICE UP THE THOUGHTS ISTG#skz smut#jeongin smut#skz hard thoughts
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Hello <3! I've been reading your posts and all of them just keep getting better and better,I like the fact that even as a male reader you can make them as the sub 😭 It's rare to find these sort of fics bc most male reads are just them being top,that's why I have a request (you can ignore this but I hope you dont) What about a smut fic,Zhongli as the power bottom,a lot of praise, biting, possessive behaviour and whatnot.Just Zhongli riding the reader (preferably male reader) and sweet aftercare where he just dotes on his dearest <3 But the reader is way more focused on making sure he's alright bc he literally went for a rough ride 💀
"Right there...! Keep going"
summary: the geo archon has been known for his past, for the wars and for the way he's been protecting Liyue. Now that he has the time to enjoy Teyvat as a human, he cannot refrain from the thought of being under the control of someone. He has been in control of everything for millenials, why not give in to the fantasy?
characters: sub! zhongli x dom! reader
c/w: established relationship, creampie, cock riding (cowboy), zhongli is a sub, rough sex, reader is making a mess out of zhongli, biting, praising kink, possessiveness behavior, marking, after care and I think that's it, if I forgot something please tell me <3
a/n: hi! I'm really happy that someone requested something! Although I wanna say: I interpreted this as a submissive zhongli with a soft dominant reader that has rough sex. I got a little bit confused because I didn't understand if you wanted a dom reader or not but reading "zhongli riding reader" I think I got it correctly. Even so, if this is not what you requested please tell me! I'm sorry if it's too short but I tried my best <3
Oh the lovely view in front of your eyes. The way he untied the bow of the robe he's wearing. So soft it slid gracefully down his naked body. You lied on the mattress, not once taking your eyes off him. He came closer, you could clearly see how excited he was to try something new. With a smile you tapped your thigh, indicating him to come and sit on top of you.
"My sweet dragon...you sure are excited, aren't you? Come on now, I'll promise you it'll feel amazing."
Your words were coated with honey, but he knew deep inside that this wasn't going to be sweet and slow, oh no. You were very different when it came to pleasuring him.
That's how you ended up like this, having the ex geo archon a moaning mess on top of you.
"Dar-ling...I don't know...hah..hgm! I don't know..if I can go any...longer!"
His words echoed through the room, but you were too occupied pushing his hips down your dick. You've made him cum a lot of times. The fast pace never ceases to end and the way his bouncing is a clear sign that he's enjoying this too much. His thighs, his neck and his ass are full of purple spots made by no other than you. He even has bites over his shoulders that he won't be able to hide unless he covers himself up.
"Keep going with me, please my prince. You're doing so well for me...so so well moving your body like that, bouncing on my cock and making a mess out of you.."
You couldn't help yourself. With your hands around his torso you pulled him down, turning his head to the side so you could make once again another hickey. At the same time, your hips pushed up, getting a little bit deeper than you already were. In return you received another moan filled with excitement and surprise. How much more could your lovely partner take?
"Mine, mine mine, all mine. You're mine, you know that right, Zhongli? As long as you're mine I'm yours. And I promise you you're making me lose my mind".
With one of your hands, you took a hold of his cheek. He was so beautiful in your eyes. Tears streaming down his face, flushed with drops of sweat on his forehead, mouth half open and a look of pure bliss on his face. You smiled even wider when he made eye contact.
"You look like you can't take anymore...but I know how you are, love. Before I'm done I'm going to make sure that you enjoy every second of it".
Before you could get an answer from him you cummed once again inside. There was too much dripping down Zhongli's thighs, his own cum painting his beautiful stomach. He took the opportunity to stand up again, getting a perfect view of his perfect man. A small and tired smile adorned his face and the hands travelled under his belly button. Your gaze followed his and you could see a small bump.
"I can feel you...all the way there." He took a deep breath. "I want you to devour me...please." That's all you needed to hear to turn into a beast before finishing.
"I'll make sure to fulfill your wishes, dear".
[time skip to an hour later <3...]
"Are you sure they don't hurt? I'll apply some lotion and ice to it."
Your worries always came after having a rough session, but he's always there to calm you down.
"[name] I promise you I'm fine. You should know by now that I'm comfortable having you all worked up. I know you can be rough, but that's what I love about you".
He was covered in hickeys, bites and handprints from your previous "cuddle session". You understood that your partner was into that kind of stuff but you always worried that someday it could hurt him badly, even if you had a safe word.
"You're right. You're always right...I shouldn't worry so much. I bet you have plenty of experience from previous partners...but I'm afraid I might overstep your boundaries". You laid him on the bed covered in new clean sheets, a cup of tea by his side and clean undergarments.
His hands grabbed your face, making you face him. "You could never hurt me, I'm strong enough and I know that you'd never dare to hurt me unless I'm begging you to. Now please rest by my side, I'd like to enjoy the rest of the night with you".
✧
#genshin imagines#male y/n#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#male reader#dom reader#zhongli#zhongli smut#sub zhongli#izzuku
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Flor, I wanna know what you think about Gunil praising his gf during sexy time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ANONNNNN.
okay first off GUNIL GUNIL GUNIL (me manifesting him in the mirror rn.)
LIKE TO HAVE THIS MAN PRAISING YOU IN YOUR EAR IS A DREAM 😭😭😭😭
get ready bc i’m like reallllll delulu over thee goo gunil </3
let’s start with outside of sexy time. he’s definitely the type of bf to praise you over anything. you’re practicing painting and drawing and he encourages you to keep going with “good job” and “keep up the good work” </3. you sit on his lap while he teaches you to play drums and when he pulls his hands away to let you play on your own he claps his hands with a “you’re a fast learner princess” UGH YOU LITERALLY CANT CONVINCE ME HIS FAVORITE PET NAME ISNT PRINCESS OKAY.
inside of sexy time though when gunil feels a little pent up he never verbally says it but shows it. in no time his pecks will turn into long kisses to intense makeouts and his hands are already reaching for the waistband of your bottoms. (speaking delusionally) i think gunils favorite position is missionary so he can see your face. when he preps you he definitely whispers “you’re taking my fingers so well” and it just makes you whine into the air and gunil smile. and prep cannot end without you orgasming so when you do cum gunil calls you a good girl for cumming all over his fingers </3
now when he first enters you after all the foreplay, he’ll tell you how perfect you are and how you were made for each other and when he fully bottoms out he’ll tell you how much he loves you. between thrusts in and out he’ll grunt out how good you feel and OH BOY do those thrusts match the praises, full of love man </3. UGHHHH and when he’s close to cumming he’ll let you know and tell you to cum with him, so when you two do cum together he’ll bury himself deep inside of you making sure to hear how good you make him feel.
same thing with giving gunil head he’ll tell you how good your mouth is <3
please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.
#—꩜ gunil#—꩜ smut#—꩜ requests#—꩜ drabbles#xdh hard hours#xdh hard thoughts#xdh smut#xdinary heroes hard hours#xdinary heroes hard thoughts#xdinary heroes smut#gunil x reader#gunil smut#love mail ୨୧
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hi!! idk who else to ramble my thoughts to but the ken brainrot is in full force. i hope this is ok 😭😭 but i cannot stop thinking about ken's expression right after the 'SUBLIME!!' scene when barbie goes 'yay! :))' and walks in the mojo dojo casa house. and this man. just puts his hand on his chest, sighs in relief and just fuckin has the most obvious heart eyes face i've ever seen. this boy is WHIPPED I'M😭😭
tbf i'd be like that too if barbie said 'please' in that voice. she is so 🥺
HI IT'S ALWAYS OKAY TO TALK ABOUT THE BARBIE MOVIE IN MY INBOX IT'S ALWAYS WELCOME!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
BARBIE'S LITTLE "PLEASE" AND HER STEPPING CLOSER TO HIM AND HE CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT HER BC SHE'S BARBIE AND SHE'S SO PRETTY AND SHE SMELLS SO GOOD AND SHE'S LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're right man I'd honestly pass out if she looked at me like that SDLFJKSLFSDF
AND him sighing in relief is so telling about how. like. he doesn't even want any of this patriarchy shit, you can tell how everything he does is really truly sincerely for Barbie and how much he's lost himself over trying to be with her. he wants the Kens to be recognized and respected, yes, but most of what he's doing is all for Barbie's respect specifically. he's relieved that she's finally under the "spell", relieved that the things in the Real World that are forcing (in his POV) women to cater to men, is finally working in BarbieLand ...Kendom... KendomLand? and you spend so much time seeing him be such a jackass in this later half of the movie, and it's that sigh that tells you it's not his true personality. he's just some stupid hot dude with an obsession for his girlfriend he was literally molded for. and horses. and he's never run anything before and he doesn't love doing it but he's doing it because what else is he rly supposed to do... he's already made this tremendous screwup and he just keeps rolling with it because WHAT ELSE can he do if he's SO FAR GONE NOW he can't just say "oh nevermind guys I change my mind" so he keeps going and isn't this supposed to be great? isn't this supposed to make him feel so good? but he doesn't feel good. it doesn't feel great. how empty has he felt up to this point? when Gloria and Barbie and Sasha are all talking while Barbie is kicking off her pastel blue clothes, having her existential crisis while Gloria is trying to explain "that's life", you can see Ken in the background dropping to his knees and curling over himself, hugging himself, looking at the floor. and Tall Ken is trying to get him to stand up but Ken won't budge. how long was he hurting over it? kicking Barbie out of her house, throwing out her clothes, brainwashing her friends, he's convinced himself surely she won't come back after he did all of that. they can't even be friends after this. like that other Ken who said "I don't even care about being Ken anymore, I just miss my friend Barbie," our Beach Ken was probably having similar thoughts. he just misses his friend Barbie. he's fucked everything up so monumentally and it's hitting him so hard in that moment.
and then. and then. Barbie shows up. she's at his door to his dreamhouse mojo dojo casa house. batting her lashes. smelling like cupcakes, probably. pleading to be his long term long distance low commitment casual girlfriend. he's beyond relieved. he thinks all of this isn't for nothing if Barbie can just finally look at him. not even with love in her eyes, but to just look at him and simply want to be in his life. finally it's her holding onto every word he says, finally it's her looking at him the way he used to look at her. AND IT'S ALL!! PACKED!!! INTO THAT SIGH, THAT LITTLE SMILE, THE HAND PRESSED TO HIS CHEST AUGH
all of that aside ---- he looks like such a snack in his denim ripped sleeve outfit, I'm sorry. I'm absolutely weak for Ryan Gosling's smolder and Ken flexing his muscles while brooding and spewing the most bullshit nonsense about "kendom. land. kendomland. land of the free of the men... kendomland" is the hottest thing in the world. NOTHING going on upstairs ❤
#barbie movie spoilers#and i swear to god me obsessing over ken isnt me missing the point of the movie#I JUST REALLY LOVE A HOT MAN WHO CRIES. OKAY#anonymous#asks#💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́-
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hi astro (hope thats ok if i call you that!) heard you wanted interactions 👁 just wanted to say i absolutely adore your fics and i can tell how much love and passion was put into each and every one of them. so my question for you is, whats your favorite fic to write? what exuded the most emotion for you and what you feel like is your magnus opus? this can be multiple answers because you deserve to be proud of a lot of your works since theyre all great! have a great time wherever you are 🎉
omg YELLING that is so cute 😭 yes ofc u can call me that !! that is soooo kind of u !! seriously idk smth abt this compliment just . is so personal to me bc i Do probably care more abt my fics than i should for someone who is a full time student w a job but i just Cannot help it,, anyways thank u sm that made me smile so big i’m hugging u so tight 🫂🫂 and ooohhgg boy ok never ask me my favorite Anything bc i will not shut up abt it ! for me i think my fav fics of mine to write would be either you can hear it in the silence or i might be hoping about this which are both so deeply personal to me and i probably projected more than is feasibly healthy in both of them,, oops! and ik u did not ask for an Analysis but u are going to get one anyway so settle down grab some popcorn here we gooo
ok so idk about Magnum Opus but . you can hear it in the silence is probably the most personal fic i have ever written and the closest to a magnum opus i’ll ever get bc 1. i relate so deeply to mike wheeler as is and this was kind of how i interpreted his struggle w his identity and coming into himself just as a teenager navigating that weird place between high school and college and figuring out your interests and who u are,, and 2. full disclosure bc we’re all Friends here i Did write this fic right after a long distance relationship ended earlier in the summer which definitely influenced my decision to write it in the first place and 3. idk! there were so many aspects of this fic that were just me projecting, like mike getting the older sister mentor figure he deserves (i love nancy but she is Not the greatest older sister ok) and learning to take his time w things when you feel like u dont have enough of it,, anyways i would say this fic is probably my Favorite ive written ! it’s rly hard for me to reread my works but this one ive read back a few times and i actually. enjoy it?
i might be hoping about this is also rly special to me because IDK i just want what they have in this fic so bad dsdfjsdfj like. tender intimacy w someone who knows u better than u know urself! never having to feel like a burden to someone who loves u because they r happy to take care of u even when u can’t do the same,, idk i just think will byers deserves everything good in the world, and i really liked exploring his relationship to illness/his past trauma in this fic, especially since it was my first time writing established relationship! i Did have to step away from my laptop multiple times while writing this to scream into my pillow (literally im not exaggerating guys) because it was just so soft! and i felt so Lonely! anyways this is also a very special fic to me ik im literally the one who wrote it but GODDAMN i made myself sad.
thank u so much for the kind message again! i know u literally did not Ask for this page long analysis of my own writing but i am nothing if not incapable of being succinct so. <3
#ask#astrobei shut up challenge#but fr these are probably my 2 fav fics of my own#do u guys have fav fics of ur own#i need 2 kno#funny enough i think my 2 most popular fics are my least faves of mine LOL#anyways this ask was so nice i am going 2 cry abt it forever
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330am and have no intention of trying to sleep at this point. I just need to keep this in the for front of my mind today while I’m working.
Keep in mind that once I leave for work, redo-sing is not an option.
My hs reunion is this weekend.
Gonna want to be rested for that.
For sure.
Actually in the past month (sober) I’ve made much much much more progress in my wl mission than in months prior. Sleeping is where it’s at.
But I had a moment of weakness and I gave in, and now I’ve got to see my decision through to the end.
The end.
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I want to cut out random drvg sessions. Like randomly ordering ket, c0ke, speed, mdm@ once every other month. Like where would I be if I didn’t…where could I be if I don’t stay right where I’m at? I have a strong argument for the opposite side, but I do consider this.
I think I’m going to try it.
Cut out everything but my dabs and herb.
Might avoid the tempting redbull substitution this time bc that felt great at first, and then it didn’t.
I lay next to my baby while they sleep and I wish I could enjoy watching them sleep peacefully for so much longer. The sun will rise soon.. another day of being flooded with internal declarations of parental shortcomings and failures. I’ve not felt so genuinely ready to not be here since I had convinced myself I had contracted an incurable sti for like a full 6 months in the first half of 11th grade. But this time it’s not cause of inevitable aloneness, or even disliking raising my child, but that I can see almost nothing but mistakes every single day and I’m starting to believe and accept that I’m kind of not the greatest and that he may be happier in the short+long term if I just..went. I know that probably sounds crazy. And I don’t feel like a bad person or a mean person… but I feel like I could be doing better. And I am trying. Like everyday I consciously attempt to be better than the day before, or at least be very self aware of what I’m projecting.. and I still just feel like I’m failing this kid. I see them laugh and smile and joke and goof off but in my mind …. It’s like I’m so worried ab what could be having a last or traumatizing effect on them, that I truly cannot steer my thoughts in another direction. All day. And all night.
I remember feeling this genre of anxiety for the first time - the first night we were home from the hospital. I don’t think I slept at all. Between feedings I was just in shock. And that was over 8 yrs ago.
See, I wasn’t supposed to have them when I did. It was just a check up and their dad just left me 2 weeks prior and I was only 19 and it was over a month before the actual due date. When they put that baby in my chest, I never felt more lost and confused and helpless in my entire life. I felt bad that I wasn’t having that magical moment that you hear about. But I suspected, during my pregnancy, that I might not. Looking back I can see that I had detached myself from my surroundings and my self because my life had become very actively traumatic. It took me years to figure out that’s why I have and haven’t done a lot of the things I did…and didn’t. Maybe within the last 3 yrs I’ve really been trying to come to terms with everything in the past so I can be better from my child today, and tomorrow. But anyway…
Idk why I typed all that out as if I haven’t written about this in other journals. I guess it’s not the backstory I’m fixated on rn, it’s the current climate. I just can’t tell if they’re happy or not. They told me last night about a disturbing nightmare they’ve been having for about 3 months, which is almost how long my partner for 4yrs (-1.5) have been back together. My partner cares for tha kid a lot and is a good role model. But I feel he is sometimes too quick to be too stern. It’s disheartening. But, He will ensure my child has every opportunity for a successful future. And I’m deathly afraid I can’t provide that all by myself. What’s the lesser of two evils? And while my partner is stern, my child usually has an overall positive shift in behavior with them around. But sometimes I can just see where they are miscommunicating and honestly I am often a bit more ‘on the side’ of my kid because as I observe them together, I can basically see what my kid meant by what they said, why they phrased it how they did, why they are frustrated that you don’t seem to be on the same page. I see it play out across his expressive features clear as day.
I’m only one tiny person. I wish I had all the answers. I don’t. I just really really hope the decisions I make about him do not make him worse off than he would be otherwise. God I feel like shit for bringing him into my mess of a life.
#eedee#drvgs#i feel so guilty#trailer trash#better off without me#i’m sorry#cross to bear#selfish#teen parents#rice cake nation#failure#eedee tumblr#eedeetwt#stupid#trauma#giving birth
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aw tysm!!! :D i hope its not too much trouble lol
can i pls get a romantic overwatch matchup? my pronouns are she/her, and im fine being matched w any character!!
I'm pretty quiet, and tend to keep to myself a lot of the time. I really love all kinds of art,, and some of my hobbies include painting, sculpting, sewing, singing, and dancing! im a bit of a perfectionist tho, and tend to over-exert myself sometimes :( whenever im not working on a project or anything, i like going on hikes or playing video games :p
I tend to wear comfy and practical clothes (hoodies, baseball caps, sneakers, etc), especially when it gets chilly outside bc im literally ALWAYS COLD lol. I do like to wear a lot of jewelery tho, esp stuff that I make myself! In a relationship, I value good communication. I also really like people who are kind-hearted and funny (it's super easy to make me laugh so thats not a hard one lol). My love language is definitely quality time!!
thank you again for taking my request!! :D i love ur writing sm 🫶
I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR YOU OMG! like you cannot tell me this isn't perfect for your description! so without further ado!
the character I chose for you is...
MEI!!!
idk, i thought it was perfect
plus that fact that you're always cold made me laugh a little lol
i feel like mei is another person who appreciates art, so you two definitely get along in that aspect
if you over exert yourself too much, mei will gladly bring you a coffee with a bright smile and tell you to take a break
SHE WOULD LOVE TO MAKE JEWELRY WITH YOU
like just having an afternoon with the windows open, snacks and coffee, snowball playing some tunes, and making jewelry would be perfect
she is great at communicating and telling you exactly how she feels and wants to know how she can help you whenever you're down
she is so lovely
she is the perfect kindhearted person for you and she loves you to death (and will try to keep you warm even if she works with ice most of the time lol)
"Here's your coffee babe!" Mei ran in with a smile and pressed a kiss onto your cheek. "Don't work yourself to the bone, okay?" She giggled softly and sat next to you, watching as you were making a bracelet.
"Thank you Mei!" You looked at her with a smile, scooting over the jewelry making supplies. "You wanna make some jewelry with me?"
"Of course I do! Let me go grab more snacks though!" Mei ran off and quickly came back with arm fulls of snacks, asking snowball to play some music. "Now it's perfect!"
You pressed yourself against your girlfriend with a smile. Even though she was a little cold sometimes, she was perfect.
#hope you enjoy!#i love this#tbh#my writing#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch x reader#overwatch 2 x reader#mei#mei overwatch#mei x reader#matchup#matchups
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1/2 To answer any questions, he stayed outside for 40 minutes. 6 cigarettes and a NAP in the middle of the grass. I had to check up on him twice bc my cousins forced me to check if he’s still alive. Then his alarm clock went off, he got up, came inside, took his pills and then sat down and went to 2x17. Not a single word said. I fear we are slowly witnessing his breakdown.
‘THEY’RE GOING ON A TRIP FOR A WHOLE WEEK! Hallelujah! I was so fucking worried before. Oh thank you fucking hell!’ He visibly relaxed and is now smiling. ‘They’ve been together only for 7 years and yet they act like they wrote the fucking book on couples counseling! Oh are they gonna have a threesome?..oh sweetheart, Melly doesn’t do spontaneous, she does judgey’ ‘oh shit, so Brian’s company is being taken over but he’s still making time for the trip? where are mel and linds now with their bullshit? SEE! I told you my boy cares!’ He just went on his phone and checked his bank account just in case if someone accidentally gave him money too. The second time he looked at it, his bank automatically payed a bill that just came through and he almost had a heart attack. ‘This little baldy is going to ruin my plans for the episode, isn’t he?! MAN FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIT. What does he carry in that briefcase? I want one, i could put my pills in it and maybe like a sandwich or something. BALD MAN IS GONNA FUCK UP MY TRIP TO VERMONT!…*pauses tv* now tell me baldy, why is the fuck is it any of your business where he puts his dick? THATS RIGHT BRIAN TELL HIM! THATS MY BOY!’ ‘PICKLE GUY TOOK CARE OF EMY!! He made sure his baby boy was taken care of! Pickle guy, i miss you so much’ he is once again stressed because of the trip. I had to yell at him because he almost lit up a cigarette inside. ‘I like his assistant! Look at them working together and kicking ass. She knows about his extracurricular activities. I like her. Seems like he gets along with blondes’ he is currently once again on the verge of tears because of George’s tape. He just broke down in actual tears and paused the episode ‘he said he’s off on his adventure, oh Pickle Guy, i hope you have a blast on your adventure. You deserve a really fun one, full of opera and naked dudes and clubs and pickles!’ When George blew a kiss to Emmett this dumbass blew one back. ‘Oh shit there goes the trip doesn’t it? Wait no, Justin knows that Brian has a big boy job, he’s not an idiot. He knows. And he will understand so either he’ll go with him OR they’ll go a few days later. But my boy is understanding!’ He has been completely quiet since that scene up until now when the scene where Brian leaves for Chicago comes up ‘….or not….(brian says the ‘thats exactly who you’re fucking’ line) ohhh that was a nice one. I like being reminded about how badass he is at his job. *pauses tv* justin, my boy. Trust me, i get it, I’ve been rooting for you to go on a trip since like last week but he just told you if he doesn’t go, he loses his job AND you know his company is being sold. MY BOY, cmon, be understanding with me here, i thought i thought you better than this. I get it I’m like 10 years older *starts counting on his fingers* oh god…okay maybe older but my boy, my blondie, youre smart. Stop being dramatic, or be dramatic for 5 minutes but don’t fuck things up for ME, okay? Thank you, now proceed’ *starts the ep again* ‘look Mikey and Justin are friends!! I like this *pauses the tv* MY BOY HE IS NOT DEFENDING HIM, HE IS JUST STATING THE FACTS, wait hold up, i cant raise my voice at kids *takes a deep breath and looks at paused Justin* my sweet sweet oh so sweet summer child, sometimes career unfortunately takes the lead. It fucking sucks but sometimes you have to cancel on shit in order to afford food. Life sucks, especially in America, god bless it whatever. I cannot believe I am agreeing with Mike *looks at Justin in horror* look what you made me do! What else does he want?! JUSTIN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD HE JUST TOLD YOU A SCENE AGO THAT HE COULD BE FIRED. What do you think unemployment is? Do you want me to rewind the episode so you can hear it again? Exactly MICHAEL! Oh for fucks sake Justin, you fit in exactly where you are BUT HIS CAREER HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU BUT ALSO EVERYTHING LIKE BABY BOY YOU CANT POSSIBLY BE THIS FUCKING STUPID?! I cannot believe what I am witnessing. This is outrageous. Me me me me, the dude is about to lose his job!’
Oh dear... your brother is falling apart here. He's now on like a death march through the rest of this season.
He blew a kiss back to George? I love this man.
And yeah Justin is a brat about the VT trip. He really is. And also your brother is closer to 20 years older than Justin... sorry Brother.
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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when reader is sick hc's
finally posting writing here so true
n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh
ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them
okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah
tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours
diluc
is not working or traveling when his partner is sick
absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks
he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help
absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO
was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3
absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed
“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie
diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted
he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3
gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep
also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3
cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD
kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while
n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health
kaeya
like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick
wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place
but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer
he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3
he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich
asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried
he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3
refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day
brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too
jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead
and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3
many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3
jean
absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better
panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix
wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her
kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner
her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes
she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh
she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas
jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work
absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3
albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought
if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu
lisa
works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o
probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there
“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)
makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep
also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek
she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad
jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such
klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better
purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers
reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies
worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-
albedo
cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick
immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery
he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do
also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating
kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them
klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL
many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too
domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with
tartaglia
takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh
brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3
he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise
also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while
absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem
rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3
his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such
zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-
many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep
also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them
he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick
dainsleif
the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh
he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks
he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”
is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone
cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten
reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name
ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh
but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway
dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep
dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”
he got sick
but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end
ohm ambros
the doctor with his ill lover oh my god
he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL
kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them
diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3
sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay
ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected
barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books
ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting
he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye
ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺
n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS
sulien ambros
when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue
man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3
sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-
like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3
sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO
reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head
tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes
scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL
sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3
Edit: a link to part 2
#genshin impact x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#jean x reader#lisa x reader#albedo x reader#dainsleif x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x reader#ohm ambros x reader#sulien ambros x reader#lane's ocs#genshin fluff#hc's#lyz.writes#i'm finally posting here omg#so many tags...#goodNIGHT
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Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!
thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:
Daniela:
ADD/ADHD representation
stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing
and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day
Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”
followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)
hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control
especially when she gets excited
Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice
“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”
“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”
she loves play-fighting with her sisters
Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit
(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)
has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray
and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations
so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea
tactile learner
will just. touch things
“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”
can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her
this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end
her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”
“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.
“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”
Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”
and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.
Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”
Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.
Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.
“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.
The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.
(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)
personal space? never heard of her.
loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.
will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”
Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*
Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*
(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)
Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”
Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”
Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”
it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.
Very Very Scary when mad
turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with
dangerous and violent
much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality
came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.
(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)
when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.
Insane Laugh™️
thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw
she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)
that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER
Bela:
Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl
needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother
INSOMNIAC
this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest
she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)
she has read almost every single book in their giant library
Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all
“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”
because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things
Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”
Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.
Dani, confused as fuck: ....
Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”
Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google
“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”
“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”
“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”
“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”
“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”
she is so quiet
and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves
just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach
even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something
Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....
Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”
refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task
Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.
(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)
Anxiety™️
sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.
overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist
this makes her prone to panic attacks :(
when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters
Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.
how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?
Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.
she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.
a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.
“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.
the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.
large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”
Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”
Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.
“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.
Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”
“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”
“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.
Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”
She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.
(am I projecting again? idk help)
can play the piano
no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano
this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel
she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly
she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf
while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.
“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”
Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”
and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.
*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.
#no seriously i’m having so much fun with this#resident evil#RE8#resident evil 8#resident evil 8: village#re8:v#resident evil headcanons#resident evil village#cassandra dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu headcannon#bela dimitrescu headcannon#daniela dimitrescu headcannon#alcina dimitrescu headcannon#mine#dimitrescu family#dimitrescu daughters
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I need to know what caused Wei Ying to finally initiate a physical relationship with Xichen. Was it for Lotus pier and what the empress said? He does seem to have some feelings towards Xichen so did he not mind it bc of that? What does Xichen think about this whole thing ahhhhhhhhh so many questions. Sorry Lan Zhan cause ngl I ship them
[ part one (LWJ) | two (LXC) | three (WWX) | four (LWJ) | five (NQY) | six (WWX) | seven (LWJ) ]
[ follows on from six ]
Alive.
The word washes over him like a wave, bringing with it a rush of joy and relief—his brother is alive—that lasts only a heartbeat before the significance of the news comes crashing down.
His brother is alive.
An arrow to the shoulder, the report had read. Knocked overboard in the heat of the battle and disappearing under the churning waters; for days they searched, picking through the bodies floating amongst the debris long after the Dongying forces had retreated.
They found him, a day later, half-drowned and delirious with fever, unable to fight. News of his death in battle spread as he lay in his bed, one foot already through the gates of Hell and yet still strategising, planning, during his brief moments of lucidity. Conscious enough to know that they can use his perceived death to their advantage.
And indeed with the loss of Gusu’s greatest commander, their enemies pressed them harder, forcing them to cede waters they had previously held strong. Little did they know they were being lured into a trap, one that would decimate their fleet and end the battle once and for all.
“And how is Hanguang-wang now?” Lan Xichen asks. Only years of experience keeps his voice tightly controlled and his hands relaxed as they rest on the spacious desk before him.
“Replying to Huangshang, Hanguang-wang asked this lowly subject to pass on the message that he is well and not to worry,” the messenger reports. “Hanguang-wang has also said he will stay on to fight until the war is won, as is his duty as the commander of the fleet.”
As a brother, Lan Xichen knows he should recall Lan Wangji from the front lines, allow him to return to Caiyi to nurse his injuries. As Emperor, if his best commander reports he can continue to fight and his staying on increases their chances of victory, then he has no reason to refuse. As a man—
He tells himself the rush of relief that courses through him at the news is because his brother is well; he does not allow himself to entertain the other reason. It is too shameful to admit, even to himself.
In the end, the Emperor wins out, as it always does.
“Very well,” he says finally, pressing the tips of his fingers together as if he is giving serious consideration to Lan Wangji’s request. “We will grant Hanguang-wang the right to stay, as reward for his loyalty.”
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He does not call on Chenghuan Hall.
He tells himself it is to give Wei Wuxian space in the wake of such momentous news, to allow him to process it fully in his own time without the added pressure of Lan Xichen’s presence. It is a flimsy excuse, one he knows does not fool his Empress at the very least, whose knowing looks and raised eyebrow has his insides twisting with guilt and shame like a child caught stealing treats from the kitchens. So he avoids her palace too, and seeks refuge in the Imperial study until late in the evenings.
A whole month passes where Lan Xichen does not allow himself to see Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian does not send word to him either.
He wonders if he’s left it too long, whether Wei Wuxian would be upset or angry at their situation—at him, for putting them in this situation. If it is too late to show up now, after a whole month of silence, and try to make amends.
Fortunately—if one could call any part of this fortunate—the decision is made for him when Wei Wuxian himself walks into the Imperial study one night and kneels in the centre of the chamber. Lan Xichen watches dumbly as he prostrates himself, forehead pressed against the tips of his fingers on the cold stone floor, his hair loose and unbound, spilling over his plain white robes, the very picture of contrition and penance.
“This lowly concubine pays greetings to Huangshang,” Wei Wuxian says, his voice loud and clear in the quiet of the study. “And humbly seeks your forgiveness.”
“Wuxian...” Lan Xichen begins hesitantly. He breaks off, looking around at the eunuchs stationed around the study with their heads bowed. “You may leave us.”
It is only after they file away, closing the double doors behind them silently, does Lan Xichen allow himself to cross the chamber to where Wei Wuxian is still kneeling. He hurries to help him up, grasping him below the elbows, but is met with resistance as Wei Wuxian stubbornly keeps his head and shoulders bowed.
“Wuxian,” he says helplessly. “There is no need for this.”
“This lowly concubine dares not stand until Huangshang has forgiven me for my transgressions,” Wei Wuxian replies, still in that formal, wooden tone of voice Lan Xichen has come to know too well. He sighs.
“It is cold tonight and you are barely dressed. You will catch a cold walking around like this,” he tells him gently, softening his grip on his arms. When Wei Wuxian still refuses to budge, he sighs again and tilts his face up with two fingers under his chin. “There is nothing to forgive, you have done nothing wrong,”
There is confusion and wariness in those grey eyes as they finally meet his, two emotions he had hoped never to see again.
“Huangshang is displeased with me,” Wei Wuxian says quietly, tightly, as if he would fall apart if he raised his voice. “Ever since the report from Jinghai. Huangshang can no longer bear the sight of me, now that Lan Zhan—” he bites off the name with a pained twist of his mouth.
Lan Xichen recoils as if struck. He had known the nature of their relationship before his brother’s departure, and their plans for his return. But hearing his brother’s given name, such an intimate address used so freely and without thought, is a stark reminder of what he had done. Who he had taken.
Wei Wuxian knows it too, from the shudder that runs through him as he exhales, and the way his hands curl into fists in his lap.
"This lowly concubine does not dare presume he has any right to beg forgiveness for putting Huangshang in such a difficult position,” he continues, the barest hint of a waver in his voice. “I only wished to let Huangshang know that he does not need to trouble himself over this any longer.”
There is a ring of finality to his words that immediately catches Lan Xichen’s attention.
“What are you saying?” he asks warily. “Wuxian—”
Wei Wuxian shuffles backwards, putting enough distance between them so that he can prostrate himself once more, touching his forehead to the floor.
“This lowly concubine begs Huangshang to grant me the death penalty.”
“No.”
The word forces itself from Lan Xichen’s lips before he even realises he’s spoken, a spontaneous, visceral reaction full of hurt and fury beyond his control. For a long moment after, he cannot speak around the vice clamped tight around his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. Wei Wuxian replies, but his voice is only a faint murmur against the blood roaring in his ears; he cannot see his face to read his lips, but Lan Xichen already knows what he will say.
“You cannot ask that of me.” The words rasp painfully against his throat. “I will not be the reason for your death.”
Wei Wuxian raises his head and Lan Xichen freezes at the sight of the tears in his eyes, the same hurt, the same helpless fury colouring his cheeks and knitting his brows.
“And I am not willing to be the conflict that destroys the relationship between brothers,” he cries. “I cannot—I will not do it. Huangshang. You cannot ask that of me. Please do not ask it of me.”
He lowers his face to the floor once more.
“This lowly concubine is only alive today because of Huangshang,” he says, voice small and trembling but with an undercurrent of steel. “I should already be dead. If Huangshang grants me the death penalty now, it will only be putting the situation to rights once more, and Hanguang-wang will be none the wiser upon his return.”
Lan Xichen reaches out a trembling hand toward him, but stops short, hand hovering just above the top of his head. He cannot ask this of him. As a brother, and as a man, he cannot do it. As an Emperor—
Almost as if sensing his indecision, Wei Wuxian raises his head, leans into the palm of Lan Xichen’s outstretched hand and smiles as those long fingers mould themselves reflexively around the curve of his cheek.
“This lowly concubine will never forget the kindness and affection Huangshang has bestowed upon me,” he murmurs. “So if there must be a sacrifice, please let me make it in your place.”
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TBC (yes I have just decided there will be a part two to this)
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Such drama! Much angst!
Sorry this took much longer than anticipated, mostly cos I’ve been devouring ancient Tezuka/Fuji fics and falling back into the ancient Tenipuri fandom in the past couple of weeks. So, uh, don’t be surprised if my next thing is Tezuka/Fuji instead (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞
#my writing#wangxian#xixian#paper thin fic#mdzs#lan xichen#wei wuxian#lan xichen x wei wuxian#lan wangji#but he's only mentioned#薄命#王爺機 x 妃子羡#皇帝曦 x 妃子羡#emperor!lxc#consort!wwx#prince!lwj#imperial au#harem au#🔪🔪🔪#or maybe 🔪🔪🔪🔪#idk which one it would be#maybe 🔪🔪🔪 plus a sharp toothpick or something
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🛣🛣🛣 OMF FOR JAMES OR SIRIUS (bc stars astronomy yk iTS UP TO U) INSPIRED BY HALLEYS COMET BY BILLIE EILISH AHHH SUCH A GOOD SONG I WAS THINKING ABT HOW U WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON TO WRITE IT OMGalso congrats on 600!!!<333
Halley’s Comet
PAIRING: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Halley’s Comet comes around more often than Sirius Black does. Shame you didn’t get to see it in your lifetime when he finally did. [Based on Halley’s Comet by Billie Eilish]
WORDS: 3.4k
WARNING(S): angst, promises, kinda half-assed writing because i rushed hanxbdjwa bold and italicized text are the lyrics. not proofread so might have a couple of errors. || SECOND PERSON
A/N: thank u babe i’m honored <333 i hope i captured the vibe and the aesthetic of it bb!!! agh the song’s so good especially with earphones smxnejej
NAVIGATION || MAIN MASTERLIST || HP MASTERLIST
I don't want it
“If you were really a star among the other stars, what would you do?” you had asked him one late night as you two sat with your backs against the rock hard wall of Hogwarts, your legs spread out before you.
“I’m already a star,” he told you with a smug grin, reveling at the fact that he’d just made you laugh. Friends is what he’d say if asked what the two of you were. A friend is what he’d tell his other friends about what he saw whenever he looked at you. “But if I really did become the actual star, there wouldn’t be much to do but guess I’d like to hold hands with the other stars then I’d still rock a good outfit.”
“A good outfit? How does that even work?”
“Eh, well, you know, the usual stuff like my belt, my sword, and my shield.”
“That doesn’t even — oh, right, because your name’s Orion? You know, I hate to break it to you, but that’s your father’s name.”
“Either way, I wouldn’t care because I’d still be the brightest star in the sky.”
And I don't want to want you
You laughed at this, and he once again felt a smile tug at his lips. What a drag, he thought, pertaining to the stupid glint he felt at this stupid thing he refused to admit. Not your laugh, no. Never in a lifetime would he think of anything that came out of your mouth was anything worth of a mockery.
He shifted in his seat, not tearing his eyes off the sky just like you still hadn’t. Clearly you were both far too mesmerized by the brilliance of the dark yet twinkling sky, amused by the beauty that always felt chasing after the light, its demise no more than a rising sun.
“Everyone’s the brightest star to someone whose eyes they’re made for,” you said, finally facing him, “and I guess you just happen to be your own.”
Not really, he thought as he faced you as well. It’s actually you. But he shook this thought aside as soon as it came and just laughed along with you, the sense of comfort lingering longer than often. “That’s true.” It isn’t.
He turned to you, his eyes filled with more than what the night sky could ever carry. “I like the way your eyes always seem to be so full when it’s watching the night sky pass by, I like the way you laugh at everything I say, I like the way you roll your eyes during History of Magic, I like you,” is what he would say if he had the guts to do so. Instead, he only smiled, half hoping you’d get the words out of it.
Sirius Black is a courageous man through and through, he knew that. He could do what some cannot, but one of those skills does not include telling the truth even at least to himself.
“Sirius, tell me something,” you breathed, your eyes once again fixed on the brilliance of the night sky. He raised a brow, forgetting you couldn’t see him. “Why are we here?”
He froze. Yeah, why? “Because,” he started, gathering as much as he could from millions and millions of his thoughts, “I like it.” I like being out here with you.
“Really? You don’t think we should’ve done this up at the Astronomy Tower?”
Well this is embarrassing, thought Sirius, realizing just now that you were referring to something else.
“We were having two different conversations,” he murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he added. “I mean, sure, the Astronomy Tower’s great but I think it’s lovely watching it from afar.”
“We’d still be watching it from afar if we were up there and it would be a lot better view. Merlin, Pads, do you ever think?”
I do; about you. He shook his head. One might say that the moment has passed. It hasn’t. He doesn’t think it ever will, not when he’s watching you throwing your head back in laughter again. Oh, if only he could live in this moment forever. What a luxury that would be.
“What do you want to do after Hogwarts?” he asked all of a sudden, catching you off guard. You’d been friends with Sirius for a long time now, and the still far away thought of graduating now being so disturbingly near felt more like an impending doom than a relief.
You felt as if your answer needed more thought: To answer with what job you want to take afterwards. But you had something else in mind. “I’ll wait for 1986.”
“That’s oddly specific,” he remarked. “Isn’t that still ten years away, give or take?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Why that year?”
“Well,” you started, facing him for real with your knees pressed against your chest, your arms wrapped around them, “there’s this once to twice in a lifetime thing that I want to see not just in pictures.”
“What?”
“Are you familiar with an ice cream truck?”
“Hardly, but go on.”
“See, there’s this comet that only comes around every seventy-five to seventy-six years. It was last seen in 1910, and it just seems like a shame not to see it at least one in your lifetime.”
“What does an ice truck have to do with any of that?” laughed Sirius. You didn’t.
“It comes and it goes,” you told him matter-of-factly.
Sirius bursted into a laugh. “That sounds pretty great,” started Sirius, a smile forming on his lips, “I’ll be there when you watch it even though I don’t approve of its name.”
“Shame,” you commented. “Why not?”
“Black’s Comet sounds a lot better, don’t you think?”
It was your turn to laugh this time, and he had to keep himself from beaming. “Hm, I prefer [Y/L/N]’s comet.”
“[Y/L/N]-Black’s Comet it is then.”
“Alright, deal,” you answered with a smile that could have possibly sent Sirius orbiting around every planet in the universe all at once and back. “Promise you’ll watch it with me?”
“My answer’s always the first word, of course I do.”
A moment of silence again, and you were both in the same place you’ve been since the night started: Backs against Hogwarts’s walls and untrue of what you felt for each other, always just waiting and waiting and waiting.
But in my dreams, I seem to be more honest
The very next day, he distanced himself, not even daring to meet your gaze. He doesn’t want to want you, but what played before his eyes during his sleep said something else: You stood up during class and everybody else froze, but not out of shock. They were just . . . still and unmoving as if they were simply carved that way.
The classroom then descended into nothingness and soon the dark was engulfed by the treacherous stars whose intentions are misaligned if not for their mesmerizing glow.
But he didn’t care for them. He only cared for you. You whose body was made of something else far more precious than the stars. You whose hands were reaching out to him. You whose presence takes up most of the infinite space in his mind, filling even the corners no thought of his could ever reach. . .
When he awoke, he spent the time he tossed around in bed hoping the drowsiness would disappear and hopefully with it the dream.
And I must admit you've been in quite a few
I’ve forgotten it already, he told himself over and over, a pathetic attempt at assuring himself it was nothing more than an idiotic idea. It’s gone in my head now.
Friends.
We’re friends, he’d say. We’re great friends. It’s hard to look at someone who’s only looking straight ahead from afar, knowing all too well there’d never be more than what there is today.
Maybe it was just you; maybe only you saw the spark.
Maybe it was just him; maybe only he saw the spark.
Either way, neither saw much less got the hint that both would give up all the stars in the world if it meant not losing each other.
Halley's Comet
Comes around more than I do
Friends, right? Sharing a knowing look over an inside joke only you knew is some friend thing, isn’t it? Playing with the other’s hair out of boredom during History of Magic or whenever convenient are habits friends have, right?
“So where are you with [Y/N]?” said another voice. For a moment Sirius thought it was only his mind but then a flash of red from beside him told him it was Lily.
“Oh, whatever do you mean?” asked Sirius, his voice sounding dismissive.
“I mean you’re being stupid.”
“Did I hear that right from you, Evans?”
Lily scoffed. “You did. So where?”
“In Canis Major,” he replied in the least encouraging way one could do so before standing up and fetching himself another glass of water.
Sirius never tried to get you alone after that night and it was just beyond frustrating for you. What’d I do wrong? you’d think for the most of the days that followed until it was just easy to talk to him again. But he always made it hard whenever it was: Days would come by when you two would be laughing and everything you loved doing and ice cold tension the next.
But you're all it takes for me to break a promise
He knew that there was something so much bigger than what you two had and could have. Once again, Sirius Black is a courageous man; a brilliant one, even.
But just like every brave man to exist, he had his weaknesses, and you just simply happened to be his, however tragic that fact may be.
Silly me to fall in love with you
Even when he watched his best friend marry his best friend — and happy as he may have been for them — it was hard not to imagine that he was only watching you and himself from afar as he watched Lily walk down the aisle. You stood at the opposite side, only smiling as you watched your best friend get to what all of you blindly assumed would be a happy ending.
Time had passed by too quickly, but there was always the same question in your head: Would he still see the comet with you years from now?
Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe not. Hopefully not. You didn’t know what to think. Risking all you could risk, you glanced his way only to find his eyes stuck to Lily, unbeknownst to you he had a thought he wishes you had.
For a split second, Sirius wasn’t seeing James and Lily. For a split second, it was you in the wedding gown, your beauty impossible to summarize by a photo as you walked the length of the aisle, getting closer and closer . For a split second, he wore the highly fine tux.
For a split second, he saw a future he longed to have as his present.
I haven't slept since Sunday
On the ninth of February, 1986, Sirius found himself in a muddily grassy scenery; the gray blocks standing tall as substitute of those who lay underneath the surface of the soil. He sat down next to his best friend’s grave, the headstone hazy through his eyes.
Midnight for me is 3AM for you
“Funny seeing you here, Prongs,” he said to the headstone, “been a long time, yeah?”
He fidgeted with a twig he picked up from the park nearby, busying himself with the different paths of which it grew. “You know how you married Lily? I wish I did that, too. I mean, not with Lily but. . .”
Even today, the thought of admitting it seemed far too comical, unreal. “She’s great, you know. [Y/N], I mean.” Sirius let out a long sigh before looking back to the headstone. “Man that feels good to get out of my chest.”
A wind blew his hair away from his face. Was that an answer? Sirius chuckled, the smile staying even long after the wind stilled.
But my sleepless nights are better
With you than nights could ever be alone, ooh-ooh
He then thought back to the times you’d spent together not limited to that one night you swore to watch the comet. Each and every one of those became his favorite but most of all the first time you’d snuck out together.
As friends.
Even so, it was a worthy possession of his, and he treasured it dearly: The night breeze was welcoming and sweet.
Sirius tore his eyes away from the headstone, keeping himself from seeing gray. He repeated the name on the headstone in his mind. James Fleamont Potter, James Fleamont Potter, James Fleamont Potter, not A-Z. . . .
“I’m getting kinda drowsy, mate,” said Sirius, letting out a light laugh as if it would help.
I was good at feeling nothin', now I'm hopeless
What a drag to love you like I do
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually envy you, you know that?” scoffed Sirius. The wind gushed again. “Sorry, just had to get it all out. I’m good now, I hope you are, too.”
He stared too hard at the headstone that he could’ve sworn he glimpsed something wispy walk by. Shaking his head, he sighed.
“Why am I still here, you ask?” he said as if he were in a play. “I have a promise to keep. Kind of hard to fulfill it when I’m still in shackles.”
He looked up at the glowing night sky. It brought him back to every single night you’d spent together once more, and something tugged at his heart, clenching it and if he didn’t move he had the feeling that it would explode.
After all, stars tend to explode, too. Eventually, the sun will explode as well, he thought, glad he could still remember some of the things you taught to him. Would be a shame if my star exploded now when I’m this close to reaching you.
A supernova; a beautiful tragedy. Shining so bright one minute only to explode at the end of its prime. But he wouldn’t let himself explode just yet.
I've been loved before, but right now, in this moment
He continued on to toy with the twig. Once again, his eyes went up to the night sky, badly drawn. Soon, [Y/L/N]-Black’s Comet would appear like a brilliant smear on the dark canvas that is the night.
Weirdly enough, he could also hear the distant crashing of waves. He focused on the rustling of the tree.
I feel more and more like I was madе for you
For you
He was excited nonetheless. He’d finally get to watch it with you. Dreams aren’t folly at all. If anything, they’re the only things that tell us the stories we want to hear.
I'm sitting in my brother's room
“I haven’t slept in a week or two,” he told the headstone again, resting his hand restlessly on the curve of the stone, “I think I might have fallen in love, what am I to do?”
He sat still, waiting for the gush of wind to answer again. Only a couple of leaves danced along and the rustling of the trees’ green strands sounded through the deserted graveyard.
“Anyway, you dropped your antlers,” he said with an assuring laugh before setting the twig he was fiddling with down in front of his best friend’s headstone. “Take better care of them or something. Until then.”
Sirius stood up, but not without one last glance at his brother née friend’s headstone. He brought heavy steps forward as he approached another headstone, and this time it was the wind that asked him a question.
“If you were really a star among the other stars, what would you do?”
The wind away from his face, his hair making his nose itch. Well, [Y/N], before I answer that, I must first fulfill a promise to someone special.
Sirius could see the headstone he was heading for from where he stood, its curve done well. As soon as he made it, he kneeled. I have a different answer now, he thought as he moved and sunk down on the muddied surface beside your headstone.
Engraved across the dusty stone was your own full name in a font he never thought he’d read it on.
He’d lost all that he had now, and so he decided crying wouldn’t be much of something that would tear away points from him (not that he had any more to lose).
If he had a champagne glass, he’d raise a toast.
A toast to the bodies of those who were never at least found — the soldiers who never came home; to the heroes whose cause got lost in the blur; to the martyrs and their words, drowning in the travesty of deadly rivalry. A toast to you. A toast to Prongs and Lily. A toast to Moony. A toast to losses whose deaths should not go to vain. A toast to himself.
For the first time in a long time, he let the water trickle down his eyes, the salty tang of it overstaying its welcome.
“To be fair, I did promise you so here I am.”
And just like he did a decade ago, he sat down, his legs in front of him as he craned his neck to look up at the night sky, waiting for the telltale sign of an approaching comet hurtling away, on its way to leave as soon as it could.
If Sirius squinted his eyes straight up above and not looked down, it was easy to pretend he was in Hogwarts with you beside him as you two looked up at the stars. For once in a lengthy time, he was genuinely happy: He was with you, waiting for your comet to arrive.
But it never did.
Not because it didn’t want to nor can’t, because it really can. Right now, it was speeding away across the very planet everyone resided in.
Sirius could not at all see this comet. Again, not because he didn’t want to. He just can’t. How would he if he was surrounded my gray walls, loneliness the only furniture as hooded figures trailed past?
His self-proclaimed utopia left just as soon as it came, the rustling of the trees gone, overpowered by the crashing of the waves just right outside Azkaban.
He couldn’t even visit your grave to do at least that. He wanted his fist to collide with the gray stone walls so bad in wants of feeling something else other than the familiar sinking dread of having what was remaining of his soul be taken away.
From then on, he came up with a different promise: If not in this lifetime, I’ll see it with you in another one. Twice, even — to make up for this lifetime.
As he sunk down to the corner of the room, he stared at his dusty fingers, longing to feel the mud in his dream.
If I were a star, you ask? My, what a question worth devouring. You’ve long awaited an answer, so here it is, he thought to himself as if you could hear him wherever you were. If I were a star, I’d shine as stupidly bright as I can just for you. But aside from that, just know that I’d look for you, too.
“We’ll make up for it all in another lifetime,” he murmured before he let himself sink against the hard wall, the closest thing he could get to a sleep. “We’ll see our comet another time. . .”
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