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brailsthesmolgurl · 1 month

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WHY HER?

Another angst/fluffy oneshot required by one of you. I swear, the ones who are following me, most of you have a thing for angst :0 But it is okay my babies, as I am nothing different from you guys :) this will be a bit shorter than my usual oneshot lengths but hope it is just as enjoyable for you guys :)))

Warnings: Angst but don't worry my lovelies, there shall be comfort for this round. Reader is not main character in game.

Please note all artworks are credited to the artist @chimmyming on Twitter, please do go and support the artist! Click onto the pictures and there shall be a link on it that brings you straight to their artwork!

Rafayel

You sat at the beach, looking far out into the ocean as you waited for Rafayel. He had agreed to meet you today for a nice evening walk but it was VERY UNLIKE HIM to be late for any meetings with you. Furthermore, you had only came back from your business trip recently, and the last thing you had expected was for your lover to be late to this long-awaited meet up.

Taking out your phone, you decided to give your boyfriend a call. "Hello, Rafayel?" You spoke once the call was picked up. "Where are you mister?"

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call caught you off guard. It was the voice you had heard Rafayel mentioned through his video calls with you for a couple of times. "Rafayel will be there in a bit." You heard a slither of your boyfriend's voice echoing in the background, shouting out something and the girl repeated his message. "He told you to---"

You hung up the call. Not even bothering for an apology nor an answer. Just hearing her voice made your blood boil. It does not help either when Rafayel would mention about her during your business trip. He would say, "Oh she helped me with the drawings today, as she said purple would fit better than orange." or "We went and got some paint today by the shop that was at the corner of the Bloom Street. She asked me to buy the conch shells too."

The recollection of him telling you all about their activities brought tears to your eyes, pulling your knees up to your chest and you stopped fighting the tears coming out of your eyes. When did she took your place? Helping him with his artworks? Accompanying him to buy painting materials and buying seashells together? That is, and has always been the activity reserved for you. But maybe, your absence made him feel empty inside.

Standing up, you dusted the sand off of your pants and decided to head home. Your phone had rung for a couple of times but it had fallen on deaf ears. Unlocking your phone and rejecting the call, you decided to block him. What happen to Lemurians only having one mate for the rest of their life? A question raised in your head, but it goes unanswered.

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Loud music filled the entirety of the darkness of the bar. Your hand held onto a cocktail glass, swivelling the Long Island Iced Tea in it. But here is the catch, none of the contents in the glass contained anything that has to do with its name. But it is surely going to get you wasted in no time.

You took another hit, feeling the burn go down your throat when you downed the whole glass in one go. The laser lights, light bars below the bar table and holograms of women dancing being the only source of lighting found within the bar, a good way for you to hide away from anyone you know.

You just wanted to drown out your thoughts, but forgetting the point that you had never been the type to handle alcohol well. Hence earning the title of you being the teetotal in every party and event you attend with Rafayel. Speaking of the man, your eyes wandered down to your cocktail glass, the empty contents a direct reflection of your mind right now, empty.

When your mind started to get hazy further, you knew it was the right time to leave. You slowly maneuvered your way through the club till you were nearing the exit. A guy came in front of you to block your exit. "Where are you going, pretty lady? Do you need a ride home?"" His hand reached for your arm and you winced, his hold tight.

"Leave me alone. I am not interested." You pushed him with your hands and the guy barely budged. His tight grip on you still unfaltering. Instead, he started leading you out of the club, and into the alleyway.

"Bad girls don't deserve a good treatment. And seeing how wasted you are, I doubt you could stop me. So just be a good girl and take it." His words made you teared up, hand still coming up to push him with all of your might, sobs started surfacing from your breath.

"Help me!" You shouted out, head aching and eyes widening when you caught sight of the guy undoing his belt. He is planning to rape you isn't he?

"Nobody can hear you don't worry, so save your breath for me when I take you baby girl." He chuckled darkly but a spark caught your eye and the guy immediately got lit up in flames. Bright red colour lighting up the dark alleyway.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out to you, your sobs not stopping till someone grabbed you and you pushed with all of your drunken might, traumatised by how you were nearly raped by a stranger. The strong arms circled around your small body to pull you in close and your face hit against a taut chest. "Are you okay?!" And you passed out.

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You woke up, eyes slowly fluttering opened and you winced at the throbbing of your head. Looking down at yourself, you realised your clothes had a change, you were wearing an oversized button up and you gasped, your memory piecing the fact that you almost got raped yesterday night. Thinking you were still entrapped in a stranger's home, you turned your head and you caught sight of your boyfriend fast asleep next to you.

His purple hair sat on his head like a bird’s nest, a vibrant colour against his white pillow and bed sheets. Feeling movement on the bed, you watched when he slowly opened his eyes, lapis-lilac shades caught yours. "Good morning..." He spoke groggily and slowly sat up, the blanket sliding down to reveal his chiselled abs. It was rare for him to not wear clothes to sleep.

"I should go..." You said quickly, eyes avoiding his when you pulled the blanket aside and you realised, you were half naked, the oversized shirt covering your naked upper half and you were only dressed in your underwear underneath the clothing. You probably had sex with him, you thought to yourself as tears came to your eyes again. That was the last thing you wanted to do as you did not want anything to do with him anymore. "This...this mistake... It won't happen again. I'm sorry for being an inconvenience."

"Wait..." Rafayel was shocked at your response, his face contorted in disbelief. "Y/N, wait..." He quickly got out of bed, butt naked and nimbly searched for his pants and putting them on, as he quickly chased after you. You were already putting on your shirt, his button up strewn across the floor. You being in a hurry to leave him made his heart ached. "No, y/n wait." His hand clasped your arms when you were heading towards the door with your phone in hand.

He turned you around and was met with your bare face, red painted across your nose and eyes. "Just leave me alone. I wish you all the best with her." A silent tear fell and you pushed his hand away. But he grabbed your arm again, reluctant to let you leave.

"Nothing happened." Rafayel's tone was calm. "Trust me. Nothing happened between me and her." His hand came up to your face to wipe the tear but you looked away, not wanting him to touch you any further. "She only helped me with this. Come..." Holding onto your arm still, he guided you towards the backyard. A canvas placed in the middle of the yard. "She was helping me to create this for you." He turned the easel to reveal an artwork, featuring you by the beach, on the shore with a mermaid tail. Your tail. The artwork had hints of purple in it and the seashells they had gotten previously.

Amazed at the artwork, you turned towards your lover, eyes still bloodshot. "This explains why you had been cutting our calls short and with her picking up the call yesterday and you being late for our date?" Your hesitant tone was evident.

He pointed to the pile of pot paints on the floor next to the painting. "I was in a hurry to create this piece since you were only out for your business trip for 4 days. I wanted it to be perfect so I took a longer time than usual. I was trying to clean up the mess before I go and find you." He held your other hand in his when you turned to fully face him. "I wanted to show you this yesterday." He sighed and looked down. "I am sorry that I hurt you, you nearly got hurt because of me. But, I will never choose anyone else other than my lifetime mate. I will not choose anyone over you." His eyes looked deeply into yours.

"Rafayel..." Your eyes softened when you looked up at your lover. "Thank you." You took a small pause and smiled warmly. "Thank you for always choosing me." And you hugged him.

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Xavier

"Y/N," Your name was called when your boyfriend approaches your desk, handing you some documents for you to upload into the computer. "I will be going out for my mission soon, so I will see you back at home later?" His gentle voice made you smiled and nodded. He leaned down to give you a peck on your cheek when he realised nobody was watching and you watched as he walked off, the blond hair of his forming a halo under the radiant sunlight.

"So you are paired with Xavier again?" You heard a few girls squealed beside you and you just sat at your desk, continue inputting information into your computer, but you cannot help eavesdropping. "How lucky are you to be paired with him. How many times have you been paired with him for combat?"

"Oh, uhm....Almost everytime I think." The brunette replied, her hair tied in a low ponytail. None of the people in the headquarters know of the fact that both of you are actually in a relationship as there was no need for anyone to know about your private lives. And staying undercover just makes things less complicated when it comes to work.

"But, do you think he would make a move on you?" The short haired brunette asked and Xavier's combat partner shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, a sign of not sure but there is a possibility of it happening as well.

"He did kind of brushed my hair out of my face and patted my head yesterday." Her response stopped you from typing any further as you felt your blood drained from your system. The girl-friend however, cheers and squeals for her friend's answer. You stood up, adjusting your outfit before you headed off to the washroom to take a break.

Washing your hands, you stare blankly at the mirror, studying your own reflection. Why would Xavier do this to you? You knew that your combat skills are non-existent, so that's why you kept yourself occupied with the information department, filing in documents for the deepspace hunters. They are more like the hands and feet while your department acts like the brain, collecting and providing information.

Maybe he likes girls with combat skills. Your mind jumped to that conclusion and you were snapped back to reality when the door opened up and you turned off the faucet, stepping past the same girl that was bragging about being close with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend no doubt is one of the popular males among the whole headquarters but all this while he had never made you worried. But why does her words affect you so greatly?

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After work had ended, you took your time to walk instead of taking the subway, wanting to give yourself some time to walk after you had spent the whole day sitting in the office. You walked past a grocery store and remembered that you are running low on food at home so you decided to head into the grocery store to pick up some items.

Staring at the snacks isle, you were debating on whether to get popcorn or potato chips, since Xavier would like to munch on them whenever he is bored at home. So without much thought you just get both of it. You paid at the counter and held onto the plastic bags, resuming your walk back home.

Walking the streets during the evening is a sight to catch. The skies displaying orange and yellow, dashes of pink over the linings of the cloud that hung high above. It looks like a light show in the skies, but only that it is a natural phenomenon. Taking out your phone, you took a snapshot of the skies and checked the result. A frown coming upon your face when you know that cameras would never be able to fully capture nature’s beauty.

You turned a corner and you came across the sight of your boyfriend standing outside of the claw machine store that you would visit with him sometimes. Your eyes lit up, wanting to go up to him but you stopped in your tracks when you saw his combat partner appeared from the stores, her grin tugged from ear to ear, and her face clearly blushing.

Your hands tightened on your grocery bags when you noticed your boyfriend, who has his back facing you looking down at the girl. Oh, how you wished you could eavesdrop on their conversation right now. You would have wanted to know desperately what their conversation is about. A part of you is telling you to straight walk up there to claim your man while the other part of you is held back, heart heavy as you watched the girl's face lit up when she was conversing with your boyfriend.

And that was when you noticed she tip toed to lean up towards your boyfriend. That's it. You had seen enough. You turned away, and stomped the other way. Tears caught you off guard when you decided it is the best for you to step away. You do not want to cause a scene in the middle of the streets.

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"Finally found you." A voice broke the whispers of the wind. You stayed silent when you heard shuffling, someone taking a seat next to you. "Why are you out here, in the cold?"

You refused to face your boyfriend, eyes narrowed, lashes combatting against the cold harsh wind. Another shuffle could be heard again and you felt his hands on your shoulders, a heavy material wrapped over your shoulder. It was cold, but it could be a good excuse; to hide the actual fact of what caused your nose and eyes to take on a reddish colour. "Can you give me some time alone?"

"Why?" He asked, the puppy eyes he is known for stapled on his face when he tilted his head, trying to get a better look at your face. "Have you been crying?" His question made you turned your head to face him, cheeks still pressed against your knee.

"No." You blatantly lied and avoided his gaze again. "I don't have anything to talk to you about. You can go home first and wait for me at home."

"Are you sure?" His concern made you hid your face further into your knees and you nodded. Your reluctance to meet his eyes already confirmed his suspicion of something happening. So he asked further. "Were you happening to be watching me just now? When I was at the claw machine store?" Your silence gave him a sense of comfort. "So my senses are not wrong. That was you peeking out of the corner just now. And let me guess, you saw me with the hunter didn't you?"

How did he knew? You swear he probably has eyes on the back of his head. That thought sent a shiver down your spine. You adjusted your seating and he sat closer to you. "And...you probably saw how she wanted to kiss me, with her on her tip toes." It was crazy on how accurate he was on this.

He unwrapped your arms around your knees and slowly pulled you into his side, placing his arms around you and letting your head lay on his shoulder. Xavier's scent enveloped you, talcum powder and vanilla. There is no need for him to use any sorts of perfume when he himself is a walking perfume that nobody could remake. That is how he always smelled like and a part of you wondered if she managed to smell it from him as well.

"I would have teased you further, and enjoy the way you would have reacted when you are jealous. But," His hands smoothed over your hair, tucking some strands behind your ear gently. "I pushed her away before she could even come close enough. I even told her about us." You looked up at him, his cerulean orbs now light grey under the stars. "I don't think it would be a good idea to hide our relationship anymore." His free hand came up to rub his chin. "Because I want people to know that you are the only one that I want."

"What about your missions with her? She was bragging about you patting her head and tucking her hair." You asked frantically, thinking he might still end up spending time with her.

"I had contacted the captain about this and requested for a change of partners. This time, it will be a HE and no, he is not GAY." He smiled, finger tucked under your chin to pull your face up to meet his lingering gaze. His soft laughter rolling out of his mouth. “Moreover, I never touched her, not even once, she needs to get her head checked out. Whenever she falls during combat, I just stood aside and watch.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cold cheeks, in an attempt to warm them with his lips. “After we reveal our relationship in the office, you don't have to worry anymore, because no matter what happens, I will protect you to the ends of this world."

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Zayne

Your phone beeped when you were nearly done at work. You read the message, knowing that he has to work late again for tonight, same as yesterday, the day before, and practically 4 days before. But, you cannot blame him for being one of best cardiac surgeons in Linkon City. It should be something you are proud of.

But it does not help when you went to pay him a short visit two days ago, his door does not open even after you had knocked twice on the wooden door. His usual patient, the deepspace hunter, came out of his room, face as red as a tomato. Your eyes followed her as she walked down the hallway and you made your step into your lover's room.

Zayne was near the bed, readjusting his shirt and coat. He did not realise you had walked in until you cleared your throat. "You are here." He said calmly, turning over to face you, his tie a little bit crooked. "I thought you were going to wait for me downstairs."

The deepspace hunter's red face, and him readjusting his shirt, anyone with two sense of mind could easily tell what had just went on in the room. "I just wanted to stop by your office as well." You replied, taking a seat on the couch in his office. "So, what did you do with the girl?"

"You mean the deepspace hunter?" He questioned, taking long strides to close the door. He did not seemed like he was anxious nor scared of your question. Probably a mask to his own guilt, you thought to yourself.

"Yeah, your childhood best friend." You clicked your tongue, arms crossed over your chest. "She seemed flustered when she left your office just now."

"I just conducted a normal check up on her, as usual." He said, dismissing your question easily. He reached his hand out to you, beckoning you to take his hand. "Let's go and get dinner together."

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Your hesitation of his loyalty to you was one of the things that kept on bugging your mind, other than your work of course. You looked at the amount of work you have on your desk and started arranging it. Doing whatever you can now to keep your mind busy. What does that deepspace hunter have that you do not have?

A fleeting childhood with Zayne maybe? There have been theories that men would fall for their childhood friends due to the familiarity they have and how comfortable they could get with their childhood buddies. But this theory sucks. You tell yourself and stacked the files neatly and placed them at the shelves behind you.

You are just as capable as Zayne, but just in a different field. You are known to be one of the best lawyers in Linkon City. A highly respected one in fact. When news of you and Zayne went out, people claimed it was meant to be because both of you are aces within your own field and that you are both compatible to one another.

But what if he wanted someone more normal? Someone who would not constantly be under the watchful eye of the common public? The voice came about again. Almost every month, both of you would have your own array of social meets, and both of you making time to acquaint one another to those social events. Every single move, every single action you and Zayne do, it would be booming news. Maybe he is tired of us constantly being under the spotlight.

Mighty or not, you could be the best within your field, but you could also have equally damaging insecurities. This is the exact moment that you start crushing your own walls, walls of confidence that you had taken years to build up, to earn for respect from others. And perhaps, to earn Zayne's love.

<Okay.> You texted back and tossed your phone into your bag. Grabbing your car keys on your way out of your office. You locked your room on the way out and you were shocked to see some of your interns are still working in their cubicles. "Guys, I think you should all take a rest. How about we head to the coffee shop downstairs to have a drink hmm?"

Your interns' eyes lit up at your offer and they quickly gathered their stuffs before following you out of the office like a bunch of ducklings. On the elevator ride, you asked them of their work progresses and whether they needed any additional help with their current tasks. Your interns however, were more than surprised that you are willing to communicate with them.

Their first take on your image is that you are professional and strict. A woman of high standards and it was a common theme for people to link your working attitude to you being arrogant and ignorant. You had never once fell back on any datelines and your clients always leave your room satisfied, regardless of the outcome of the court case. You are on a whole other league as compared to anyone else within your department.

All of you decided to choose the seat outside because of the cooling night wind. It serves to refresh everyone, to step out of the tight cubicles for a bit and having to stretch comfortably. You sat next to two of the female interns, with them asking you about brands that you could recommend them to buy formal outfits. It was nice to see how fast the interns had opened up to you once they found out that you are not as scary as what was portrayed by others.

Your eyes caught sight of a black car pulling up just a few shops down the street. Not many people within the city owns that car, especially the black version. And one of those 'lucky few' happens to be your boyfriend as well. Your eyes slightly widened when you noticed the familiar figure coming out of the car.

His hair the colour of his full outfit, with a lanky but muscular build. The man standing next to the limited edition car is no doubt your boyfriend, Zayne. The sounds of your interns talking around you had turned into a constant white noise. Your eyes watched carefully, thank goodness the spot he had parked at was right below a street lamp.

The passenger side of the door opened, and out came the same girl. The one that you had suspicions about. At that exact moment, you felt your walls started breaking. Your eyes continued watching, your heart strapped in the back seat, limbs unable to move when you sat there in shock. The girl went up and gave Zayne a hug, you can tell that it was a tight hug, based on the way she literally planted her face into Zayne's torso. The sight of it made your heart crumbled and you stood up, your chair creaking against the cement pathway. Your interns stopped abruptly and turned to look at you in sync.

Clearing your throat, you held back tears as you spoke. "I remembered I have something to tend to, I have to get going." You bid them goodnight and you turned immediately, car keys dug out of your bag and you rushed to get into your car before you drove off quickly.

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The clock at your bedside table flashed 9.55pm. It was a good idea to head off to bed earlier than usual. Although Zayne said that he would call you at 10pm, you had made your decision not to pick up. Telling him that you were too exhausted and fell asleep sounded like a viable excuse.

You closed your eyes and lulled yourself to sleep, used to the other side of your bed being empty for the past few nights. After a while, you heard your room door opened, the slither of light from the living room seeping in.

Zayne was home early. You assumed he would have went back to the hospital after dropping her off. Your back was facing him so he would not be able to tell that you were upset. But your plan was short lived when his shadow loomed over you.

"Y/N." His voice soft, and you heard a thud, the warmth of a hand on your face. "My love." He called for you again, running his big palms across your cheeks, him noticing that there were some tear streaks. "Are you awake?"

Your eyes then opened, and you are face-to-face with your handsome boyfriend, his hazel green orbs fixated on your face. "I thought you were at work." You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and feigning a yawn, as if you had just woken up. Your heart felt heavy, and before you could stop yourself, your mouth blurted out. "Am I not good enough?"

Zayne was clearly taken aback, turning on the switch to the lamp on your nightstand, the soft glow of the light bouncing off of your silhouette, your white satin night dress a sheen of orange. "Why would you think so?" His hand comes up, touching your arm but you flinched away. "Y/N, what's going on?"

"You know what, it's nothing." Your hands came up to hide your face from him, desperately trying to hold back your tears. Zayne has never seen you cry many times, only when you were drunk and watching some sad rom-coms or when work gets too stressful and you were pushed too hard. Yes, a strong woman like you have her own small, vulnerable moments too. And Zayne, acknowledges all of it. To him, he never treats your crying moments as to be small matters. When you cry, it is a natural human emotion yes, but it is not normal within your books, for you to cry over something miniscule.

"Y/n, you are sad. And being sad is---" He stopped himself before he continued spitting out medical facts. Knowing at this moment if he were to do that, he would not be doing her a favour in consoling her. "You had always been strong in my eyes. So, what is going on through your head? Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Is the deepspace hunter better than me?" You sniffled, face still covered, your voice slightly muffled. "I saw you...today...with her...near my office...you hugged her." You choked out your words, accompanied with tears and snot. This will mark one of the first times Zayne would witness you cry like an adult baby. But you could care less as you anticipate for the heart break.

"No." He replied. "I did not hug her back. She hugged me and I pulled away after 2 seconds. She was thanking me for saving her life. And she will no longer need to come for checkups again in the future." He clarified and sat on the bed beside her and he slowly peeled her hands away from her face. "I fetched her back, because she had had her surgery a day ago, and she could not get a cab on time during her discharge timing. So I offered a ride for her, and thought maybe I could surprise you at your office. But your interns told me you left in a hurry so I came home."

"What about your surgery that was scheduled for tonight?" You asked.

"I cancelled them and rescheduled them to tomorrow. I just wanted to come home and spend time with you." He placed a kiss onto your forehead, calming your sobs. "You don't look happy for the past few days. Perhaps you want to enlighten me on anything else I had done that could have made you so upset?"

"What about that day, when she left your office, did you guys do something? She looked embarassed, and when I came in, you were adjusting your clothings. And the way you just dismissed me, it hurts me." Your eyes looked exhausted to him, with you patiently waiting for him to explain the situation to you.

Zayne took a few seconds to recall. "I was doing last minute checkups for her, before her surgery. But when she tried to stand, she nearly fell and she grabbed onto my tie for support but still ended up on the floor, which explains why I had to readjust my clothing. She was probably embarrassed at the situation, which explains the red face." He added on. "Her condition got worse after our dinner, that was why I had to rush back to do the surgery immediately."

His explanation gave you nothing but a rush of relief through your heart. "I see." You said, wiping your tears and Zayne took the opportunity to pull you into his arms, seated on his lap and your chest against his. "I am sorry for being so ridiculous."

"I don't see any issues with that. You care for me, that is why you feel this way. And with you crying over this, it means it matters a lot to you." He hugged you and you relaxed in his arms. "I don't blame you for getting upset over this as it is equally my fault for making you doubt my loyalty. But I treat that deepspace hunter just like how I would treat every other patient of mine." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his lips soft and tender. "Just know that even when I am very busy, I will always make time for you."

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I KNOW I LIED AGAIN, MY MIND JUST STARTED BEING IN OVERDRIVE BECAUSE CREATIVITY WAS FLOWING SO I WROTE IT LONGER AND LONGER AND ENDED UP WITH THIS. I AM SORRY!

But hope this read is just as good as the others!

Lots of Love! <3

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #fluffy #lnds

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softie-rain · 26 days

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ask for thoughts and you shall receive

I've just been thinking about patching them up after fights lately,, like if Billy (or cowboy!sej) stumbled in late one night after a fight. his lip is busted and he's all bloody, still slightly shaking with adrenaline,, shirt a mess and half unbuttoned,, hair ruffled,, you help him clean up and his skin is all hot :(( kissing him and getting a liiittle bit of blood in your mouth,, hhhh sorry i like cowboys

ogmgomgogmgogmgogomgogmbfwelaiu never apologize for talking about cowboys. I have a playlist called save a horse ride a cowboy to which I study to.

Imagine Billy ending up in a fight at the saloon, probably over something dumb like accusing the wrong guy of cheating at poker. He comes out as the winner but he's pretty messed up, like you know that scene in the show? the "let's fight with our fucking fists"???????? that scene makes me feel so many things I swear.

Having no one else to ask for help he comes to you, knocking at your door and praying you're still awake. When you open the door and see him standing all bloody, hair messy and lip busted your heart skips a bit. You immediately bring him inside and start fix him up without even asking questions (which he loves about you cause he knows he can always rely on you <33)

I have very vivid images of you laying him down on the couch and carefully fully unbuttoning his shirt, checking his chest for any wounds, and he just stares at you still slightly panting from the fight observing as you blush. And he starts grinning at you

As you check him out check if he's fine you accidentally hit a bruise on his ribs and he flinches away and kinda complains.

"How am I supposed to help you if I can't touch you?"

"Well, maybe you can try touching where it doesn't hurt, can't 'ya?" If you've seen Indiana Jones you know where this is going.

You sigh and nod, moving away a little. "Can you show me where it doesn't hurt, then?" He points to his stomach and you leave a small kiss there, backing away immediately after to see his reaction.

When you see how red he is in the face (you ignore that it could be for the fight) you keep going, leaving small kisses on every inch of his body he points at

and then points at his lips.

You slowly lean in and kiss him. He immediately draws you in with his hand immediately going to your hair. He tries to get you on the couch with him but he gets hurt again so he winces and you break apart, and you've got some of his blood on your own lips.

"I allowed you to steal my heart sweetheart, are you so desperate you want my blood too?"

and you get all flustered and he just laughs in an adorable way, but then his ribs hurt and it's your time to laugh

when he feels better he fucks you on the couch nice and easily cause yes

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid x you #billy the kid imagine #tom blyth #william h bonney

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nightghoul381 · 6 months

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Ikepri Gift Exchange

Unaccepted Together~ Clavis Lelouch x Reader

For the gift exchange I got to write for @scummy-writes!!! Thank you so much @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen for hosting such a fun event!

I really hope this fit what you were thinking of Scum!! I had a lot of fun writing it, but I always have fun writing Clavis! Thank you for such a fun prompt to work with <3

Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft Smut-Does contain explicit content NSFW | MDNI

WC: 1.8k CW: Marking, Fingering, Oral (fem receiving)

Another nightmare… Great. You groan, throwing a pillow over your face to block the sunshine that was now streaming in through the window, unintentionally rousing your lover.

“Oh my, morning already?” Clavis yawns, stretching out languidly like a big cat. You let out an unintelligible grumble, crossing your arms over the pillow covering your face.

“Well now, this won’t do. I can’t have a pleasant morning if you’re covering up my very favorite sight to wake to.”

Clavis’s long fingers slip between your arms, prying them apart. He doesn’t have to try very hard, all fight draining from your body at his gentle touch. Now all you could think about was drawing comfort from his warm embrace, and yet the events of your nightmare played through your mind again.

You don’t belong here. Who are you trying to fool, you’ll never be good enough to be at Clavis’s side. No one will ever accept you. You should give up and go back to your miserable life as a commoner and let someone deserving of Clavis earn his affection.

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to keep the tears back at the thought. You’ve been feeling this way for such a long time. Every moment with Clavis is pure bliss, his attentive love and penchant for mischief always had you on your toes but also kept you in a fantastic mood.

However, as is typical of a member of the royal family, Clavis was unable to be with you at all times. He had duties to attend to and this left you on your own in the royal court. Sure, there were things you could do to keep yourself busy as you awaited his return, but the most recent assignment your lover had been sent on had kept him away for such a long time, leaving you to wander the halls of the palace in search of some way to keep your mind off missing him.

You had overheard some noble women conversing, not so subtly, about how Clavis surely could find a more appropriate companion, someone who was born and bred for just such a role as the future wife of a member of the royal family.

You hadn’t stuck around to hear more, your worst fears confirmed. You were still not accepted and you feared you never would be, and Clavis would soon come to his senses as well and realize the same thing.

Cue the never-ending nightmares plaguing your sleep and your now uncomfortable position of explaining why you would feel the need to hide your face.

You brace for the pillow to disappear, but let out a small squeak of surprise as you feel Clavis move to straddle your hips, his hands running up your arms slowly and gently.

“Now then, how shall I enact my revenge? You’ve stolen my joyful waking moment by hiding your face, so you certainly must desire my attention be directed elsewhere,” Clavis purrs, his voice low and sensual.

You feel heat welling within your belly, despite the horrible things your mind was saying, your body was all too receptive to your lover’s touch.

“No.”

You hoped your curt answer would be enough to get him to let you have some time to yourself to recover from the nightmare… actually you knew full well that such a statement would have the opposite effect.

“My oh my, you’ve decided to be quite the spitfire this morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Clavis swipes the pillow off of your face and freezes. His brows furrow and the corners of his mouth drop. He knows. Of course, he does. He’s not an idiot, he knows you better than anyone else.

“What has caused such a pained expression to mar your beautiful face so early in the morning, my dearest darling, light of my life?”

Taking a deep breath you sigh, “It’s nothing, really. Just some random thoughts messing with my head is all.”

“Ah, see therein lies the problem. Any thoughts making you feel less than wonderful are clearly not thoughts of me, and therefore you merely need to direct your attention to the handsome man before you,” Clavis chuckled, his eyes not matching the joyful tone of his voice. He was trying to distract you, he wanted to see you smile.

“You’re right, how foolish of me,” you reply, turning your mouth up in a light smirk while you communicated your true feelings through your eyes.

“Mmm, foolish indeed.” Clavis affirms, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses around the edges of your lips. His warm breath fills your senses, his rich comforting scent bringing an overwhelming sense of peace to your mind you reach up and loop your arms around his neck and pull him close. You don’t want to give up his calming effect on your heart and press your lips firmly against his, sighing contentedly as your kiss is returned with fervor.

Clavis leans his head back just slightly, gazing down at you with such warmth and tender love in his golden eyes.

“I love you with my entire being. I can’t imagine anyone else at my side, nor have I ever tried. You alone have tamed this beast and you alone have the right to claim this place beside me.”

His hushed voice fills your ears and eats away at the negative thoughts spinning through your mind. You feel tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes as he rectifies the lies you’d been telling yourself with the deadly precision of an expert hunter.

“I feel like I’ll never be fully accepted,” you whisper, feeling your voice crack slightly.

“Ah, then that makes two of us!” Clavis chuckles, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek before leaning in and capturing your lips in a brief kiss.

“You see, being the son of a maid doesn’t exactly lend itself to being accepted. That and it seems that not all nobles enjoy my brand of humor.”

Another kiss, and another.

“What do you say we be unaccepted together? If we both do it, they won’t have nearly as much fun trying to make us feel unwelcome. You’re my home, I want nothing but you and if they hurt you, they hurt me. I can’t exactly have nobles around who are willing to hurt a prince, now can I?”

“Clavis! Please tell me you didn’t do anything rash—” you scold, cut off as he buries his face against your neck and swipes his tongue against your skin.

“Nothing of the sort, the trap was meticulously planned with a very clear message to respect the prince’s decisions,” Clavis hushes, catching your skin between his teeth gently before suckling a deep red mark into existence.

“Haah… Clavis, you’re such an awful man…” You moan, letting your head fall to the side, eyes falling closed, and allowing him better access to your neck which he happily takes advantage of.

“Ah, but I am your awful man, so you’ll have to try harder to quell this terrible behavior I think.” His low voice purrs into your ear and sends a shudder through your body.

His hands move freely, gently stroking every inch of skin they can come into contact with until it seems he has himself far too riled up to hold back any longer.

“Might I enjoy my second favorite thing to wake up to in the morning?” He asks, speaking the words between kisses.

Your head is becoming light and the knot of desire tightens as you feel Clavis begin to maneuver his body lower, his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs and a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest.

When you let your eyes blink open again, you’re met with an intense desire reflecting in pools of molten gold. You nod your head slightly, taking in a sharp breath at the way Clavis’s eyes flare with hunger and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

His body slips down from yours, his weight settling on the mattress between your legs as he begins kissing and sucking at the skin of your inner thighs. The heady moans and grunts he’s making as he loses himself in savoring your legs leave you trembling, your pussy dripping in anticipation as his face draws closer.

Clavis pushes the hem of your short nightgown up over your hips, taking no time to nestle his face between your thighs and begin working his mouth over your sensitive bud.

“Oh god, Clavis…” you whimper, electricity jolting through you as his tongue flicks playfully over your clit.

One of his hands curls around your leg, the other slipping down to join his mouth in his need to demonstrate his desire for you. Your back arches and your hands fly up to cling to his hair as the warmth of his tongue against your folds is replaced by two fingers stoking the fire within you into a blazing inferno.

Each time your hips buck against his face, he lets out a low groan and you can feel the thread of need become taut, threatening to snap at any moment.

You lift your head slightly as you feel the heat of his mouth disappear. Clavis’s face is flushed a deep crimson and his pupils are blown out with need.

“I want you to come undone darling. Cum on my tongue and show my how good I make you feel.”

His instructions paired with the resurgence of his lips sucking at your clit leave your body shattering as your release rips through you. Your legs are trembling and your hands tug desperately at his hair as you hold his face against you, savoring every movement of his fingers as he draws out more and more pleasure.

When you finally feel the last throes of your passion beginning to wane, you let your eyes flutter open. Your vision is filled with Clavis’s face, his chin wet with your juices and an incredibly satisfied smile playing across his lips. He runs his arm across his mouth, wiping away any remaining moisture before kissing you, almost gingerly.

“Now that is what I would consider a good morning to me,” Clavis jokes playfully, settling his lean body beside yours and pulling you into his arms in a tight hug.

“Thank you for being mine,” he adds quietly, words muffled in your hair as though he didn’t intend for you to hear him.

You feel your heart skip a beat at the genuine gratitude you know Clavis has for you being with him. Having his arms around you like this, his strong heartbeat and steady breathing once again bring you an unmistakable peace.

He truly does want me with him, you think to yourself, he thinks I am worthy of being at his side. If he believes that, I can believe it too.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #ikemen prince clavis #ikepri gift exchange #clavis lelouch smut #smut #nsft

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abysswalkersknight · 5 months

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Found this one in my drafts so added it into my list.

Fair warning this really made me sad and I'm the damn author. But this was inspired by the death of the hydro archon in genshin impact and some amazing theories I saw about the knight of dawn. So either way enjoy and tell me what you think!

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The castle was quiet.

Everyone had been evacuated due to the coming battle.

Everyone except a few loyal servants and the royal couple.

The knight of dawn sits upon the steps before the empty throne, it has been empty for some time, neglected by the dragon princess regrettably slain by his own two hands. In his arms lay a sleeping newborn babe just barely a few days old, with silken golden hair like his own and boisterous lungs to match his mother’s. His son rests peacefully, oblivious to the heavy stillness that plagues this dark castle, absent of life and light as the torches had been left cold, the knight draws a soft finger across his son’s cheek.

I wonder how he’ll look in ten years. His beloved, Leia jokingly believed that their baby shall grow to be the spitting image of his father, he dearly hoped not; call him vain but he was well aware of his fine features. And the troubles that came with it. The infatuation of others are not something he’d wish upon anyone.

It was nice out here, in the blissful silence. For once the knight was free from all worries and troubles, free from all the heavy expectations, free from the thought of what’s to come. Here, it was just him and his child.

The calm before the storm. His mind supplies unhelpfully, the knight’s content smile falls and he sighs through his nose. Yes, it all floods back to him why exactly the castle is as it is, their enemy comes at the ready to rid them off the map, and he’s to hold them off as best he can so that everyone else can run to safety. Thus that thankfully includes his wife and son.

Personally he was worried that Henrik would deny them sanctuary, with the birth of the knight’s son there was a new heir that could challenge him for the throne, and the knight knew full well how greedy for power Henrik was, knew that he now saw the knight as a broken tool the day he married his beloved.

He knew that this night would also be his last, the odds were too high in their enemy's favour and he was too weak from the endless battles prior, perhaps this was simply another reason why Henrik thought to have him lead the charge, what better way to be rid of a brittle blade than to use it up until it shatters to smithereens?

All he could do was fight long enough so that his family was safe, and by the seven he will fight till his sword can no longer stay in his grasp. Fighting’s all you're good for anyways.

He’s heard what the three great fairies plan to do to keep his son safe, and he is thankful for their help, but a selfish part of him only wishes for another way, to keep his son from a long, unbearably lonely slumber. He’s only agreed for the promise of his boy living a happy, peaceful life with someone who will truly love the child as he surely does, one devoid of the pain and sorrows of war.

A world in a time of peace, what a pleasant thought. He’d only wish that he’d get to experience it with his family, but if his son gets to live through such a life then he shall be content with that. I wonder what you’ll do when you're older, will he carry a sword like his father? Or perhaps have a more quiet hobby? Will he make any friends? Someone who he can compete with, to help each other reach new heights? What will his favourite food be? Will he have an affinity for animals as well? The knight wasn’t sure about blessings being inherited but he'd love to see what becomes of it. He lifts his child up to his cheek, one of the only places deprived of glistening cold silver, breathing in the milky scent that all infants had, and felt his heart twist painfully as eyes beautiful as the rising dawn slowly blink up at him.

He’d love to see who this tiny little babe becomes, even if only for a moment…

Oh! Birds and other wildlife seem to have flocked down to one of the windows, as silent as possible as to not startle the infant, just watching them. The knight knew why they were there, they were there to say farewell, among them were the families of various animal friends he’s made in the past, of the ones who helped care for him when he was young. He stands up with his baby in his arms and goes to greet his old friends, the smallest of the birds gather round the babe’s blanket while a deer sniffed at his golden hair. Sweet giggles fill the room and as the knight smiles fondly at the scene he almost fails to notice a strange new arrival.

Time seemed to slow, for squeaking pleasantly to the child from above on the window sill, was a tiny bat. It was so peculiar, normally they preferred to keep to themselves. Usually the knight was not one who typically believed in signs or omens, but something about this bat stirred something in his chest, and he suddenly recalled that day when he was thrown into the waterways, of that fae who held the princess’s egg with such tenderness, the bat is now nuzzling his babe with a similar softness and he too reaches out a finger to stroke it’s fur, which it didn’t take too kindly to, snapping at his hand with such an insulted look upon its face that the knight nearly laughed, somehow the look reminded him of the tales told of the general of the right, its with this thought that he wonders if the general had made it to safety that day. If my guess is right he may as well have, he thought once the bat finally let him scritch under its chin, he knew deep in his heart that if it was to be fated then he could think of no one better to take care of his child despite their being enemies.

I wonder what name he’ll give you.

Beyond the horizon the knight could faintly see the first rays of dawn stretching across the pinkening sky.

Ah, it appears our time together is coming to a close.

While he knew what was to come, faced with death he still found himself a little afraid. Was this what the Princess felt when she had to leave her egg? He thinks feeling his breath stutter and fingers curl tighter around his bundle.

He presses one final gentle kiss to the babe’s forehead. I apologise for leaving you like this my son, he tucks his treasured ring around the boy’s neck, please forgive your fool of a father.

The hour of his execution is almost here.

In a way this felt deserving, it was just like that day, leaving slashed bodies in his wake, the glare of dawn beating down upon rivers of red and iron. Only this time he knew full well what he was fighting for.

I pray that he won’t become what I was.

His strength wanes, his helmet laid cracked and caved in on the floor like scrap metal, leaving his determination visible to all.

My dearest little one.

Should you ever raise a sword like I.

The morning sun gazes down upon the knight, upon the gleaming sword painted a lustrous crimson in his chest, his failing vision fixed on the beautiful briar crawling along the castle, he gives one last smile for his sleeping son.

I pray that you will carry it with pride and for a life you truly strive for.

#knight's writing #knight of dawn #silver twst #I started this around a month ago I think #honestly I don't know about you but I nearly cried at some point writing this #twst

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nemaliwrites · 5 months

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i finally got around to reading "Rappaccini's Daughter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne and now i have Dahlia Thoughts™

Rappaccini's Daughter, according to the Ace Attorney wiki, is where the inspiration for Dahlia's last name comes from. I read it with my Fandom Goggles on, and not to get too english class here, but....we're about to get pretty english class

For those of you who haven't read it, it's a gothic short story abt a medical researcher whose experiments with poisonous plants result in his own daughter, Beatrice, becoming poisonous. The man who falls in love with her slowly learns the truth about her nature and struggles to cope with it.

"Am I awake? Have I my senses?" said he to himself. "What is this being? Beautiful shall I call her, or inexpressibly terrible?"

A large portion of our MC's internal narration heavily revolves around the idea of one's appearance vs their nature. He refers to the garden as "an Eden of poisonous flowers". When he shuns Beatrice for what she is, she tells him that even though her exterior is poisonous, her soul is pure.

This is a direct contrast to Dahlia, who Phoenix refers to multiple times as an "angel". And, needless to say, her soul is quite the opposite.

But the one thing the story makes clear about Beatrice is that she is, at the end of the day, a victim of her circumstances - in the same way that Dahlia arguably is as well. The MC's realization of the truth comes like this: he realizes that because Beatrice has been raised in the presence of poison, she has become poisonous herself -> i feel like I don't even need to relate this back to Dahlia at this point, it kind of slaps you in the face.

Beatrice confronts her father, too, and asks why he inflicted this miserable curse on her; but he is adamant that he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Wouldst thou, then, have preferred the condition of a weak woman, exposed to all evil and capable of none?"

He claims it's anything but misery to be as terrible as you are beautiful, to have the power and strength against which no enemy can prevail -> does that not give you big Morgan vibes

At the end, she takes an antidote given to her, believing that it will cure her of her poison - but because she's been so inextricably tied w the poison, there's no curing her anymore.

To Beatrice,--so radically had her earthly part been wrought upon by Rappaccini's skill,--as poison had been life, so the powerful antidote was death

The comparisons to Dahlia are interesting, I think, in that the 'poison' can be used as a metaphor for literally anything else. If we stick with the whole 'you can't escape from your nature and whatever you are raised in the presence of is something you can't separate from yourself anymore', then in a way Dahlia is the exact opposite of Beatrice. One actively fights against and rejects her nature, isolating herself from the entire world, while the other accepts it wholeheartedly. It also can be used to draw further comparisons between Beatrice's father and Morgan: one purposefully molded his daughter to fit his desired image, while the other actively was not involved, but still led to the same end result.

Beatrice's tragedy is that she's aware of her poisonous nature and hates it. She tells Giovanni, her love interest, "I am poisonous! I am deadly! I am like the fatal basilisk that slays with a glance!" She's a prisoner of her father's making, a living weapon who longs for normalcy. Dahlia, on the other hand, embraces her poisonous nature. She uses her charm like a weapon, manipulating everyone around her. There's no longing for normalcy with her; she revels in the chaos she creates.

"Thou hast filled my veins with poison! Thou hast made me as hateful, as ugly, as loathsome and deadly a creature as thyself--a world's wonder of hideous monstrosity!"

And, unwillingly, Beatrice ends up passing on her poisonous nature to Giovanni - and now he's forced to live with this curse. What, then, does that say about Phoenix...?

#ace attorney #ace attorney meta #dahlia hawthorne #phoenix wright #morgan fey #aa3 #trials and tribulations #rappaccini's daughter #nathaniel hawthorne #i mostly did this in preparation for the 'dahlia is literally poison' fic i will write one day hehe #the draft for that fic is literally #“something something morgan feeds dahlia and iris poison so they become poisonous”#“they blame her for it and dahlia starts killing ppl because that feels like the only way she can take that power back”#and like a lot of notes about vishakanyas #especially because in mythology they were usually used as assassins 👀#dahlia unleashing her poison powers trying to assassinate mia and/or maya?#using her poison powers to kill diego instead of the poison in his coffee? 👀#also i didn't even add this bc it felt obvious but like....poison being dahlia's main weapon of choice in canon #nemali speaks

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not-krys · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday: Nobububu Version 2.0

A more edited version of this post, but still couldn't think of a way to end it, so back to the WIP pile it goes.

Raw writing, some editing but not much, pregnancy, Nobunaga being precious

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Seven and a half months and one day down, one and a half months and one night to go, you thought to yourself.

Too bad one of your sleeping companions wasn't in the mood for shut-eye, as proven by the brutal, merciless little kicks in your tummy. As if you needed anymore evidence you were indeed carrying Nobunaga's child.

With a tired sigh, you pushed off the warm blankets and greeted the cold night air with a grumble. It was only for another month and a half. Another month and a half and then you'd hold your little kicking alien in your arms, powerless against your lower ribs and organs as they so intently seemed to be fighting.

Before standing up, however, a hand shot out from beneath the covers, the grip like iron, keeping you seated on the futon. An incredulous carnelian eye peeked up from his black sleeve, his questions evident even with that single glance.

You sighed with a smile.

"Your child has inherited your bad sleeping habits."

The devil king, Nobunaga, sat up fully, opening up both his eyes. His initial frown, however, slipped into a small grin.

"Our child," he corrected, "they make bold claims against me, even before leaving the safety of the womb."

He stood up with a light grunt and pulled you to your feet. "Claiming the territory of your lap from under my nose, and now they seek to steal you away in my sleep?"

He was more amused than angry, however.

"As if this… this big belly has stopped you from enjoying your claims!" You playfully scoffed.

"Their contributions to my territories has proven to be a boon," He wrapped his arm around your back, his other hand grasping yours, keeping you steady and secure, "so I shall concede to a temporary truce of you, for the time being."

You leaned into him, drawing on his strength and warmth.

"Once around the tenshu should be enough."

Nobunaga minded his pace for you, making his steps small, like he was gliding slowly across the floor. It made you a little jealous, how he could move so easily while the best you could do was waddle like a duck around a rocky lake shore.

After the proposed single round, the little kicks had refused to calm. You sighed.

"I could carry you," Nobunaga proposed, keeping his arm around you.

"I need to be the one moving," you said, taking another step forward. "They calm down during the day when I'm moving. Probably something to do about the motion soothes them."

"I could rock you as I carry you." He offered.

"…I'm not a baby."

"You are carrying ours, however. It stands to reason that by rocking you, I am also rocking our child."

You looked at him, blinking and trying to process what he was saying.

Then, you had an idea.

"Actually, I think I want to try another thing."

Turning into him, you move his arms to surround your middle, while your hands found the back of his neck, his eyes lighting with curiosity. After a beat, you sway to one side, Nobunaga quick to catch you, only to be confused as you swayed in the opposite direction, again, moving to correct the both of you.

"What is this, Fireball?"

"Slow dancing."

"Slow dancing?"

"Mhmm." You laid your head against his chest. "My parents… they used to dance like this. Nothing fancy to it, just holding each other and swaying."

He seemed to get the idea after a moment, resting his cheek on top of your head. His fingers, callused and rough, traced your jawline.

"I find this kind of dancing pleasurable," He said with a smirk. "Show it to me again, when our child is born, when I can hold you closer."

"All right," you said.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen sengoku #nobunaga oda #cw: pregnancy #fluff

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your-local-hollow-lover · 2 years

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Sweet Bruises

A/N: Grimmjow smut rewrite! I had this piece on my Ao3 and I decided to post i here too!

Summary: Grimmjow hates to like how good it feels to be near you, especially when you touch him like you do.

WARNINGS: smut / handjob / gn!reader / not as explicit but still NSFW / mdi

His body was burning, but somehow, rather than painful it was something... something more, something Grimmjow had never felt before and certainly something Hollows weren't cut out for.

The feeling of your warm skin against his own provided a fucked up sense of comfort, which made him feel weaker than ever before. Grimmjow didn’t know what was more infuriating: the fact that he was willingly letting you do this or that a mere human could affect him this much.

Your hands found their way to his hair, digits sinking in his blue locks. Grimmjow tensed under your touch, anticipating that awful sound forming at the back of his throat whenever you did soft stupid shit like that.

“No,” he stated. Grimmjow did not want to lose more dignity, as he knew if you continued, he would not be able to hold back his purr.

You pulled away, placing a hand on the opposite side of his mask.

“Does it hurt?” Your voice came out so soft it was almost denigrating. To be treated so kindly was something foreign, although as much as he wanted to be angry at you for it, he always found himself not minding at all. Perhaps that was what pissed him off.

Grimmjow scoffed as he drove his gaze away from yours, “As if”.

“Then why not?” You asked.

Your thumb traced his jawline. Grimmjow frowned, feeling an urge to stand up and leave the room, but the prospect of chicken out made his stomach turn. Grimmjow knew he was strong enough to handle this stupid 'first-time' thing. Even when it seemed to demand more of him than an actual fight.

“Feels fucking weird,” he said, knowing well that it was a lie, but Grimmjow would sooner lose his arm once more than making that purring sound in your presence... again.

“Really? I thought you liked it,” you teased.

"I don't," he retorted, fighting back the sound.

"Oh? I shall stop then."

You motioned backwards, to which he quickly caught your waist. Grimmjow pressed you back against him.

"Just hurry up and finish it, damn it!"

You gazed into his eyes, and for some reason, holding your look made his tummy tingle. He glanced aside.

You sighed.

“Let’s stop for today.”

You moved to stand up from his lap, but he didn’t let go.

“Grimmjow, there's no point if you don’t want to. I told–”

“I didn’t say that,” he said severely. Suddenly, the prospect of losing your warmth irritated him more than the idea of enjoying it, if that made any sense. “I haven’t fled, have I?”

You knew by the tone of his voice that it was the only thing his pride would allow him to say, but considering he allowed you to keep this up, it was enough.

You smiled before nipping his earlobe, slowly drawing a path of wet, open mouth kisses along his neck to his collarbone. Grimmjow groaned when you licked a stripe up his bone mask. His instincts screamed to shove you away from that area, but his mind went limp of bliss. It felt too good to mind.

You placed your hands on the neck of his jacket to peel it out. Your hands rambled over his naked chest. Hollows were truly pure muscle. You could tell, by pressing lightly at his skin that he had turned his Hierro off. Grimmjow lifted his neck under your awed gaze. He trusted you, even if he would rather die than admitting to it.

You kissed his chest, sucking and biting from time to time. Grimmjow groaned, gripping your thighs. This was humiliating, but Grimmjow did not care anymore. The more skin-to-skin contact you provided, the more he felt like losing his mind.

"Here, you can touch me too," you told him as you took his hand and drove it across your side. His big hand palmed the fat of your thighs as you slowly took his hand up to your chest. It was an even movement. Grimmjow learned it in no time.

He kept it up in silence, staring at you in awe. How come you could have him so carelessly close to you? Grimmjow was a killer. He could squeeze you a bit harder and crush your bones. Yet, you lay there making soft sounds of enjoyment.

"You're fucking weird, you know?"

"Hmm but you like it," you retorted.

Grimmjow scoffed. "You wish."

This time, there was no bite to his words, just something close to teasing. He kissed you, after that (much to your surprise). Grimmjow felt like something wanted to crawl from inside him, a tickling feeling that he could not bring himself to hate.

You pressed yourself further against him, and he fought back a moan when you rubbed over his lower half. He shuddered.

"Do it again," he said. Pitiful, Grimmojow thought. So pitiful.

You obliged. He squeezed you closer to him, his hands sinking deeply into your sides, it burned, and you hoped it would bruise. You wanted him to claim you as much as you were claiming him.

You sneaked your hand past the black sash in his uniform, inside his white hakama, and he stiffened. His hand flew to your wrist.

“Relax, it’ll feel good. I promise,” you said quickly.

Grimmjow grimaced. It was already feeling good, and he was getting impatient. What could be better than this? The answer hit him as soon as your hand closed around his hard cock. Grimmjow cursed under his breath, fighting back a moan.

You enjoyed how his body responded positively to your touch and held him closer when he started to chase your hand with messy, inexperienced hip movements. Grimmjow’s dick was nothing like some others you’ve seen or touched… and the fact that he had no balls was queer. That was the very first time it occurred to you that hollow’s sexual organs were different from humans. It made sense, in a way, since they didn’t have a purpose to be there.

“See? I told you you’d like it,” you whispered in his ear as your pace increased, tearing another soft growl from him, but this time the sound was a little more tamed. Grimmjow was finally giving up a little pride for the sake of feeling good.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you? It’s okay, don’t resist…”

Your voice was sweet, coaxing him into his high and Grimmjow thought he might as well die right there. The heat at his lower belly spread through his veins like wildfire, making him shudder as a sound between a moan and a purr left his mouth. Short spasms pulsed where your hand closed around him, caring and almost knocking a sense of bliss that soon relaxed him completely.

You held him as he caught his breath, slowly coming down from his high under your sweet touch.

“Why?” Grimmjow panted in your ear after some time.

You noted his grip on your thigh had gone lighter, almost as if he was stroking it. You hummed.

"Why, what?"

“Why did you give me– made me do this?”

He changed his words to keep some dignity, you presumed.

“I told you didn’t I? it’s a human thing you do to be closer–”

“No,” Grimmjow interjected. He paused briefly to choose his words correctly, hating himself for what he wanted to hear from you. But the craving would not disappear. Besides, there was no one but the two of you at that very moment, and as much as he disliked admitting it, that meant it was safe.“The reason you’re always giving me soft shit like this. Tell me again.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead to his own, barely gracing his nose with yours.

“Because I love you.”

#grimmjow is a king #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach arrancar #bleach #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jeagerjaques #grimmjow bleach #grimmjow #bleach smut #bleach starrk #arrancar bleach

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cypressmoons · 2 years

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bane of my existence and object of all my desires | chapter 4

1 2 3 < 4 > no one told me analyzing and picking apart a fictional character and putting their personality onto another fictional character would be so hard but so fun it's almost 4am and i can't sleep so please enjoy part 4 of ? (i'm really scared of how many parts i'll write if nobody stops me from thirsting over ayato soon)

word count: 3k

pairing: kamisato ayato x fem!reader

contains: mentions of death near the end // spoilers for bridgerton season 2

names: fukuchi emiko - sister, fukuchi y/n / reader

Kamisato Ayato has never been the one to believe in a love match, or in love, for that matter. Inviting the Fukuchi Clan to his estate for an early celebration is all part of his master plan in securing Emiko’s hand before it is too late. His fingers draw mindless circles on the small box in his hand, the delicate velvet containing the Kamisato heirloom. Today shall be the day, yes, where Ayato can put an end to Lady Naoki’s annoying speculations about who’s courting who once and for all.

It is no secret that Ayato has had his eyes set on Lady Fukuchi for a while now. Some of the more…self-aware suitors of hers have ceased their pursuits, knowing they could not out-compete the Yashiro Commissioner anyway. Ayato is tired of the little gusts of wind that come whenever another young lady furiously bats her eyelashes in his presence, but he finds Emiko’s presence strangely comforting amid the chaos. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see the how much Emiko enjoys being in his companionship, too. Though it is no doubt that she would love the title of commissioner’s wife just as much as the next lady, there is more to her that clearly shows her willingness to be his wife first, and a lady with a title second.

Now all that he needs is to get the blessing from her sister. The hardest part, if you ask him.

But with Emiko, you never know what kind of ingenious plan she has in mind, hidden behind a graceful flick of her wrist and the subtle waves of her fan.

Bathing in the glorious afternoon sunshine, Ayato lets himself relax and fights the sudden urge to prop his feet up on the table. As he awaits the arrival of the Fukuchi carriage, he makes a mental list of most ideal scenarios for a proposal that would leave all of Inazuma savouring over for days. Somewhere not too public where the pressure of the watchful people could tip of the anxiety of the most composed person, but also not too private where the secret writer of the gossip column cannot draft up good words about him. It needs to be the perfect balance, and it perfectly executed just like everything else the Commissioner has ever done.

The carriage slowly grinds to a halt outside the Kamisato courtyard, and Ayato springs to his feet. Following closely behind is Ayaka, dressed in a light blue kimono very suitable for today’s beautiful weather. The footman opens the door and offers the ladies his hand in their descent from the carriage.

Ayato notes with great pleasure in Emiko’s radiance. He lowers his head in greeting, and the girl grins at the sight of her future lover.

“My lord, we are most grateful for your hospitality.”

As sweet as the ripest lavender melon, Ayato chuckles to himself. “The pleasure is all mine, Lady Fukuchi.”

“And you must be Lady Y/N?” Ayaka asks with great expectancy as the ladies exchange a formal greeting as well.

Emiko’s smile freezes, and Ayato feels his heart sink. What has given his sister the impression that his biggest obstacle, the one person making all his thoughts go awry and his heart beat so erratically like a race horse running off track, is this small lady that couldn't even hurt a fly even if she wanted to?

“This is her sister, Lady Emiko.” Ayato corrects, not daring to look at either of the sisters in the eye.

“Oh, my apologies!”

“Not to worry at all, milady.”

Emiko and Ayaka engage themselves in small talk as they make their way into the estate, leaving Ayato standing a respectful distance away from Y/N, neither of them saying anything for a brief, blissful moment.

“Lady-”

“My lord-”

They both pause at the overlapping of their voices, before Ayato picks up his words, “You are smiling.”

“At the view. Which you are now blocking.”

How naive of him to have thought she would let him off easily this time.

“I’m sure you will grow to like me as much as you do this view.”

“I think your opinion of yourself is entirely too high.” Despite her comment, Ayato notices a trace of a smile on her lips, which she is now desperately trying to hide. He does not recall the two of them getting on such personal terms, joking and teasing like old friends.

His small glimmer of hope is immediately crushed when Y/N brushes past him with a curt nod, catching up with her sister and Ayaka on a tour of the estate. Ayato may be arrogant, but he is not stupid. A mistake made once is bound to not be repeated again. Surrounded by her sweet sakura scent but somehow maintaining a clear enough mind to remember Lady Yae’s warning look from days before, he forces his feet to move from their previous spot despite every cell in his body yelling at him not to.

If only he could spend a lifetime breathing in that scent.

No, his heart is with Emiko. A simple perfume like hers should not steer him off course.

When Ayato joins the ladies at the courtyard, they are already engaged in a particularly animated conversation with the exception of Y/N, who is merely nodding along to whatever words are exchanged with a polite smile.

“Brother, do come join us!”

Taking the only remaining seat — next to Y/N — and making himself comfortable, Emiko immediately jumps at the chance to offer a glimpse into whatever new idea of hers.

“My lord, I think it would be a great idea for my sister to join you on a walk later!” She beams, purposefully casting a blind eye to the fervent hints being thrown at her by her sister.

“I do not think that would be necessary-” Y/N refutes quickly, failing at her inconspicuous attempt to kick her sister under the table.

“That is a fine idea indeed, Lady Emiko!” Ayaka chimes in, this time earning a hard look from Ayato. The last thing he needs is unchaperoned alone time with Y/N, the exact opposite in every way from his intended.

If he wasn’t the punchline of whatever joke the younger ladies are playing, Ayato would have found this situation especially entertaining with the almost comical side eyes and hushed no’s coming from the older siblings. But alas, there is no convincing his sister once she sets her mind on something.

“I suppose there is no harm in doing so,” he finally says through gritted teeth, not wanting to suffer for one more second under Ayaka’s best puppy dog eyes.

Y/N sighs and smooths out her skirt as she stands, but not before throwing one last dirty look at Emiko, a look Ayato would not have expected a lady of her stature to be capable of.

He offers his arm that Y/N reluctantly takes, which she immediately drops the moment they can no longer be seen from the courtyard. Unsure of whether to laugh at her attempts to get rid of him or to be offended at that same attempt, he pretends to become increasingly interested in the soil beneath their feet as they descend into Chinju Forest once more .

The pair spends the majority of their walk in silence, albeit a less awkward one than the forced wordlessness in front of the whole of Inazuma. They take slow and relaxed steps down the mountain, and finally come to a stop near the torii gates by the path.

“There’s been monsters roaming around here lately, we should return before we run into any of them.” Ayato suggests, eyeing the calm surroundings in a nervous manner unlike his usual self.

“Are you doubting my abilities to defend myself?” Y/N challenges with a raised eyebrow.

He sighs then. There’s no convincing this girl to do anything, even if it’s for her own good.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’m more worried about having to put out a whole forest fire if you run into a monster.”

Y/N lets out a short scoff, but follows him in their return to the estate anyway. Ayato’s internal celebration of this small victory doesn’t last long, as Y/N turns to face him with a questioning look.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me about my sister, my lord?”

“Your sister?”

“Yes.”

Ayato pauses. If he is to propose to Emiko, he would need Y/N’s blessing first. And there’s no way she would give that to him easily without a fight.

“She sent us on this…walk in hopes of getting us to hate each other less.” She mutters, clearly unhappy with her sister’s ploy.

“Well, is it working?” He teases.

“No.”

“Come on, I’m sure there’s at least something you find amiable about me?”

She does not answer, and Ayato only hopes she is being too stubborn to reveal it.

After a brief silence, he speaks again with the intention of asking about Emiko, “If I were to ask for your sister’s hand in marriage, would you allow it?”

To his surprise, she does not shut him down immediately, but only seems to be especially interested in examining the earth beneath their feet. Finally she looks up at him, her eyes filled with genuine concern as opposed to the usual confidence.

“I want her to be happy, my lord. My whole purpose here on Narukami Island is to make sure Emiko can find someone she truly is content being with.”

“And you are not finding that yourself?”

“This isn’t about me.”

Puzzled, Ayato matches her footsteps and examines her face slowly. Her features are unmoving and she does not say anything for a while, but there is a sorrow in her eyes that manages to escape her façade anyway. Suddenly Ayato feels sorry for her, a revelation that shocks even himself. How terrible it must be to give up everything you want for someone else, to sacrifice everything just to see someone else happy.

Then it hits him. He would walk to the edge of the world or through the depths of hell just to make sure Ayaka is safe and sound. And he would not hesitate to do it over again.

Maybe he and Y/N can finally see eye to eye on something, after all.

°•. ✿ .•°

The festivities are turned up a notch when the rest of high society joins them at the Kamisato estate for a fun-filled evening of food, music, and dances. Reflecting upon his earlier doubts, Ayato realizes that inviting the ladies earlier has not been a mistake. Y/N did not say another word to him as they made their way back to the estate, but he found all the answer he needs. If he can somehow prove to her that he, Kamisato Ayato, can indeed make her sister happy, then Lady Naoki’s next issue can surely include something more interesting than where the best kimono silks are bought.

Emiko looks especially happy next to Y/N as the ladies emerge out of the house in new dresses for the night. His eyes linger on Y/N for a moment too long before he catches Emiko’s bright smile, and he can’t help but offer a small one back in return, an action not unnoticed by Thoma.

“Forgive me for asking, my lord, but has there indeed been a special lady like the papers are speculating?”

“I think there are better things to do in one’s pastime than reading the nonsense that lady whatever-her-name-is is writing.”

Despite his teasing remarks, Thoma laughs heartily, his inner Mondstadter showing once more. That’s what Ayato likes about his retainer, though. Never afraid to speak his mind, but also genuine in his care for others.

“Thoma, if there were…indeed a special lady, how does one go about proposing to her?”

Green eyes widen as silence falls upon them. Thoma considers carefully before responding, “I suppose you must find a suitable moment for you both. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to pressure her into accepting a proposal in front of the whole nation.”

“Hm.”

“O-of course, I’m sure nothing you had in mind would be below the best, my lord.”

Ayato chuckles at Thoma’s panicked amendment to his previous words, and gives him a gentle pat on the back as he readies himself for the incoming swarm of unsuspecting mamas wanting to make the best introduction to their daughters.

Repeated formalities and several more small windstorms of eyelash-batting and fanning later, it is finally time for the first dance. Emiko stands next to her sister, their arms linked and looking closer to each other than he last remembers seeing them. Even then, he allows himself a moment of pure enjoyment as the crowd parts to make way for him, savouring the power he singlehandedly holds over all of the people here.

Almost all. He is not sure if he can say the same about Y/N.

“Lady Fukuchi,” he bows politely as he reaches them, “may I have the honour of the first dance?”

“Of course, my lord.” Emiko’s smile is brighter than the stars as she happily takes his outstretched hand, but not before exchanging an overexcited look with her sister.

The band plays the first notes and Ayato places his hand on her waist, the smooth silks of her kimono melting away into the smooth curves of her figure. As the dance progresses, Ayato finds it increasingly difficult to focus on his practiced footwork under Emiko’s expectant eyes on him, the same eyes soon turning disappointed as the music comes to a graceful stop and Ayato still has yet to say a word to her. Even so, she is quick to push her sister out to the dance floor while other gentlemen go around requesting the company of the young ladies.

“I think it would be great for you to have a dance with Lord Kamisato, don’t you think, Sister?”

Before Y/N can stammer out an excuse, Emiko has already caught Ayato’s eyes and it is too late to look away now. Of course, he does not let any of his inner emotions seep through his calming surface. Y/N now has no choice but to accept the dance, the look exchanged between her and Emiko now slightly angrier compared to the earlier one.

“Lady Fukuchi.”

She looks up at him, surprised by his voice next to her ear.

Little does she know, had they not been in public, Ayato may not have been able to hold back on the primal urges bubbling inside of him under such close proximity to her. Nevertheless, he quickly composes himself and asks the words every elder sibling in Inazuma has wanted to hear.

“Will you give me your blessing to marry your sister?”

Y/N hesitates, her feet missing a beat and stepping squarely on Ayato’s toes.

“My apologies!”

He can only laugh at her flustered state. Whatever happened to her witty comebacks?

“If you can promise you won’t treat her like a disposable object, then maybe I will consider it.”

There they are.

“She will have everything the Kamisato Clan has to offer. Whatever expensive things she wants—”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

He knows that’s not what she meant.

But how can he make that promise, when he is so afraid of falling in love?

°•. ✿ .•°

Kamisato Ayato isn’t afraid of many things. He has everything he could possibly need in this lifetime and the next – money, power, family, an endless line of suitors…

But he is terribly afraid of dying.

Pathetic, he knows. A man of his stature should not be as bothered by the mortality of humankind as he is. But after his parents’ untimely passing, the fear of dying young grows bigger with every day that passes by.

It is clan politics and betrayal that killed his father, and a broken heart his mother. Losing two of the people that meant the most to him in such a short period of time made Ayato take on the burden of being the head of the Kamisato Clan way too early. Boys of the same age were still playing chess and sparring friendly duels out on the streets when he was presented with all the documents pertaining to Inazuma’s cultural affairs in the dimly lit study, his eyes wide with fear and empty with grief.

It was then he promised to himself that he would never let anything happen to Ayaka, the only remaining family he has.

He has built the Kamisato Clan back from its crumbling ruins after his father’s death, and reemerged as one of the most influential families in Inazuma. All while knowing that the constant politics will eventually cost him his life someday. He may be smart in his maneuvers around power-hungry clan heads, but the same cleverness has gained him more enemies than he’d like to think about. Even though he tries to be levelheaded in all his affairs and avoid making enemies, he cannot change the fact that some people would do anything to get what they want, whether they be rival clans of the Fatui, who would not hesitate to use force to eliminate any obstacles in their way.

He has long accepted that assassination attempts and evil schemes against him are just part of his job. The less interesting parts, anyway. But he has yet to grapple with the thought of leaving Ayaka behind the day he finally succumbs to power and desire. Just thinking about it makes his blood run cold. And if he were to be a good clan head, like they say, the duty of continuing the bloodline naturally lands with him.

How is he supposed to continue the glory of the Kamisato bloodline, when he is so afraid of dying before he can see it all happen? When he can’t even allow himself to form any emotional attachments to any woman out of fear that his own untimely death will leave her brokenhearted?

He could not do that, not in good conscience.

The solution, then, is to marry a woman of gentle demeanour that would not get on his nerves, produce an heir, and most importantly, avoid falling in love at all costs.

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#genshin impact #kamisato ayato #bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #kamisato ayato x reader #kate x anthony #genshin x reader #bane of my existence and object of all my desires #i hope you're enjoying the slowburn hehe #moon's writings 🔖

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junosaurus · 2 years

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The Academic Rivals

Keqing x !GN reader

A/N: i write so much but im rly gonna run out of ideas soon so feel free to fill up my inbox with some asks!!!😼😼

listen to this song while reading ;)

You and keqing, always at the top of the school. Since kindergarden till now. You both now attend the most prestigious, Teyvat High School and are now 2nd years. In kindergarden you both would fight over whose drawing was better, though that only resulted in getting scolded by the caretakers and were forced to go to the naughty corner after apologising to each other. You both would ALWAYS either be the at the top of the school together or one of you would get 2nd.

Everyday after school, go to the library at the same time coincidentally, sit right across each other coincidentally since there were no seats left, give the death stare at each other and study until you both get kicked out of school for staying too long. Even though you both were 'rivals' you two had some kind of bond, you'd always be with her somehow. Keqing would always wait outside of your house in the morning and you two would walk to school and sometimes even going out to the convinience store to get lunch at recess, you both would also walk home together. On top of that, you both also live right next to each other too.

And lately every time you see her, your stomach is full of butterflies. The feeling of warmth when you're with her, you feel comfortable around her. Your heart races everytime she talks to you. She might have even realised how you take longer to respond because you're so distracted with the warmth of her presence.

You two are very busy students as you're part of the student council. You spend your week having meetings with Keqing and some other people a lot, sometimes not even getting to do any of your hobbies. Though that doesn't mean you don't have time at night, although you do, you just spend your night fanatising on Keqing, screaming into your pillow, rolling around on your bed and banging your head on the wall instead of sleeping. Thats when you actually realise what Keqing has done to you. She has totally driven you crazy for her.

However, you've slowly realised how Keqing has been acting weird too. She's stuttering over her own words, avoiding eye contact or technically just blantly avoiding you. She sounds far more worst than you are when you're with her.

Thats until one day, after school as you were going to the student council room back from eating at the cafeteria, Keqing was nowhere to be found. *ding* Keqing had sent you a text message.

Keqing <3 : hey could you come to the school garden real quick?

You: oh sure I'll be there in min.

It had seemed so that all the flowers there had bloomed, the fragrant smell of roses, violets, tulips and more made you mesmerised. As you continued walking, there you saw Keqing standing at the end of the garden. It seemed like she was holding something behind her back. "Liking the flowers? I'm surprised they've already bloomed" she said slowly. "ah yes they're gorgeous and fragrant" you replied. "Just like you Y/N," she mouthed. You were a blushing mess, your heart pounded as if you were running a marathon. "I told you to come here to say that," she handed you a bouqet of *insert your fav flowers* she scoffed. "Y/N L/N, you make me happy, you are my first thought in the morning and the last in the night, when I think of you I immidiately smile, I feel special when I'm around you and although we've rivalled each other because of our academics, from the bottom of my heart, I love you. Care to be my partner?" You were in utter shock, you couldn't move or talk at all. Happy tears streamed down your face. "Of course, I'd love to." you whispered, hugging her. "It's getting late, shall we head home?" she said. You nodded. You both walked to the train station while she offered one of her earphones to listen to music on the ride home. You leaned on her shoulder while she leaned on your head. You both were enjoying the rest of the ride while holding hands. "I love you" she whispered.

#keqing x reader #keqing #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact modern au #Spotify

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artsartblog · 8 months

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Not really art, but just an au idea that's been swirling around in my head. The idea comes from the movie/musical The King and I. The au is of JTTW. The King would be Wukong and Anne would be Reader (since I'm thinking of this a reader insert story but I can have Bao shoved in instead lol).

It wouldn't completely follow the story, but key points would still be there like Reader becoming the teacher for Wukong's children (aka all the monkeys on FFM), Reader and Wukong would butt-heads over things because of their stubbornness, Marshal Ma, Marshal Liu, General Beng and General Ba would warn Reader of the ways of their king though it never swayed her from leaving, etc. Though unlike the ending in the movie/play, Wukong and Reader would end up together or at least slowly showing how much they actually like each other. Also Reader wouldn't threaten to leave the mountain, mostly because it's a rather difficult task, but she would threaten to go get lost (though ultimately wouldn't because of the cute little children).

To be completely honest, the song Shall I Tell You What I Think of You? is why I thought of this au idea. I felt like it would in a way fit (not exactly every line, but the whole "I'm free person to do what I please and I will not tolerate how you treat me" kind of vibe).

I'll probably keep swirling around this idea in my head. I do have some things thought out, but I should probably write them out (though I personally want to draw it, but idk... might draw some Bao and Wukong au art of this).

Actually, on a completely separate note. I was thinking about another au idea based on an au I've already seen done with Wukong. It's a Fake Marriage AU, but instead it's like "fake marriage" in quotes lol.

The whole idea is that Bao, still being on the younger side of the celestials in heaven, is kind of alone most of the time because others are usually busy with other things or she just finds them boring (or too much of a stick in the mud). Then, when Wukong is given a position in heaven by her father, Bao decides to become friends with the monkey. She'd be the one who ends up breaking the news to Wukong that his job and title are one of the lowest ones. Of course this doesn't initially go well for the Jade Emperor, but as in JTTW Wukong is given a fake title and eventually given a job over the peach orchards. This would lead to Bao visiting the orchards often because she enjoyed the time spent with Wukong before and considered him a friend. The two get along rather well and spend a lot of time together.

Until one day, Bao finds out her father is looking for a suitor for her to marry. This annoys and frightens her because she doesn't want to marry someone she doesn't know, so she goes to Wukong to ask him to marry her. Which, as anyone would assume, confuses the monkey, but she's quick to explain why. Since Wukong isn't a fan of the Jade Emperor but really enjoys Bao's company, he accepts the offer of being her "fake" husband only for things to go downhill from there.

The Jade Emperor is completely against it, as well as Bao's mother, but Bao won't back down. So after some fighting between parent and child, the Jade Emperor relents and allows the marriage. However, not long after, Wukong finds out (again from Bao, who learned upon it after marrying him) that his title is fake and goes on a rampage. Bao tries to calm Wukong but only gets ignored by him. Buddha arrives and Wukong gets trapped under a mountain (basically everything that happened happens). Bao, distraught at losing her friend and husband, leaves heaven and goes to Wukong's home, Flower Fruit Mountain, and informs his people of what happened and swears to protect them until the return of their king.

Bao doesn't see Wukong for centuries, having dedicated her time to his/their people and kingdom because she felt like she had to protect them until he returned. Until he does return after no longer being a disciple of Tang Sanzang. She's absolutely ecstatic to see him after all these years and is quick to give him a hug (doing her best not to cry). She has a banquet thrown in honor of his return and tells him all about what she's done to protect his home and asks about his journey (mostly if he's finished, since she's heard about it from Guanyin herself).

When she learns that he hasn't finished it, but instead has been banished by his master, Bao is ready to go have a chat with the monk, but Wukong stops her. Instead, he has her stay by his side as he praises her for being a wonderful queen while he was gone. This becomes sort of the first moment Bao realizes that she is truly in love with her "fake" husband (I say fake in quotes since they are actually married, but they never really treat it as a fake marriage). She's also the one that ends up convincing him to go back to the monk Tang Sanzang and complete his journey after Bajie appears to ask him to come back. Wukong doesn't want to leave again, not now that he knows that she's safe and has been acting as queen while he's been gone, but she promises him that she'll still be there when he comes back.

....and that's where I'm going to leave this because I just kept rambling on lol. If you want to hear more about either of these au ideas just drop your questions in my ask box ^w^ as always have a wonderful day and stay creative!

#mod rambles #mod ramblings #au ideas #jttw au ideas #the king and i au #fake marriage au #rambling about my au #silly ideas that popped into my head #ask about my aus #aus based on other things #random au idea #reader insert idea #wukong x reader idea

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blackjackkent · 8 months

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In the depths of the emptiness in Caden's chest, he feels a little wave of exhaustion, of despair.

Of course. Why wouldn't he be here...

In all the chaos wrought by Irenicus it has been possible sometimes almost to forget his old enemy and the destruction that Sarevok brought up on him and his old life and all the people of Baldur's Gate. It's almost been possible to forget that other children of Bhaal exist with no compunction against using the darkness that lurks in their hearts.

But Sarevok was dead and gone; whatever scars he left Caden with, at least he was beyond further reach.

Until now.

It is that same old too-familiar voice that has appeared from time to time in Caden's nightmares. It is dismissive, mocking and cold. An icy message under the words - did you really think you could escape your fate?

The wraith's eyes flick from Caden to Imoen and back again. Caden swallows, shakes his head slightly.

The wraith's head tips slowly to one side, and then he laughs, a sharp barking noise that seems to echo down the long screaming corridors around them.

Caden stares at him. His friends, who have followed him through this hellscape more from habit than purpose, now stir with some bewilderment. Rasaad grips Caden's upper arm suddenly, as if sensing he will need the moment of support.

And he does. What does this creature mean?

The wraith laughs again disdainfully.

Caden glances rapidly behind him; he can see in his friends' eyes the same alarm that he is feeling, and he knows they are thinking the same thing that he is.

If Irenicus has that connection, does he also "hold sway" in this realm? The idea of the mage's mad cruelty taking control of the realm of eternal punishment makes Caden feel ill with fear.

Caden's head snaps back as if he has been slapped, and only Rasaad's hand on his arm prevents him from leaping forward in sudden rage. His father's name on this creature's lips, dripping with such cruelty, is almost more than he can stand on top of every other brutality this day has served to him.

Almost too late, Caden sees what Sarevok is doing. He can feel the fury take hold like a living thing inside him, a creature with claws and teeth gnawing in his stomach. He can feel that beast that he could become.

He closes his eyes, turns his head away sharply. His friends' voices cut through the anger, soft whispered words calling him back.

"Do not listen to him, Caden," Rasaad mutters. "What he is calling for is not you."

"Stay with me, my love," murmurs Aerie. Her hand settles at the small of his back, steadying him.

And he swallows, and opens his eyes, and stares back at Sarevok, sucking in a slow, shaky breath.

Sarevok's eyes spark, the mocking disdain disappearing abruptly in favor of his own boiling rage.

His voice rises to a bellow, to a scream - and it is that energy itself that helps Caden find purchase in the conversation, and lacking any other thought now but to hold back the darkness in him he finds himself screaming back into the rushing hot wind around them.

The battle is quick and brutal. After the fight against Irenicus, it feels barely even like a challenge. The greater fight is within Caden's mind; the beast within him wants to leap into the fray and with every slash of his sword he must also strike back against that beast, push it away and prevent it from taking control.

When the wraith falls, Caden staggers, falls to his knees into the muck, and draws a shaky breath.

The tear is a grey, droplet-shaped gemstone about the length of Caden's thumb. Somewhere beneath its surface, its color seems to shift and undulate disquietingly.

"I saw a keyhole of that shape beneath the eyes on the door above," Jaheira says quietly. "Along with four others."

Caden pockets it and hoists himself to his feet again with a painful effort of will. "Then I suppose we shall have to find the rest."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 2 #caden of candlekeep #caden is so tired poor boy :(

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anaya-of-wolves · 2 years

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(Inspired by The Sandman & crossovered with as well, but with my OCs. Dreams uses both they/she pronouns)

The Dreams sat in the Gallery, absently admiring the paintings lining the infinite walls with a small sense of...confusion. Or, was it curiosity? They couldn't tell, making them eager to find the root of the problem among the silence of the bright halls of the Gallery.

None of the trio had reported anything amiss in the Gallery. Fear claimed it was merely a trepidation of the future, ready to spring its claws in Dreams. Hope chimed in that it simply meant a change and offered help in preparing. Memory reported that this was not usual but not unusual.

Dreams could not fault them for trying and coming up with nothing.

She could ask Shadows. He might know, though might just chalk it up with Light wishing to make their appearance among them all as though like a gift. His words in such an annoyed cadence, she thought. But the eldest of them might still have more of a truer theory.

So, with no answer, Dreams stood up from the velvet-cushioned seat, drawing their eyes away from the paintings in front of them now. There was another further down that caught her attention and made her walk towards it. It was curious dream painting. One she hadn't recalled seeing before. Among all the dream paintings it felt...different.

A painting of splash of color and shapes, more abstract figures rather than a concrete idea like mortals and living would create.

Perhaps another of their kind?

But Dreams shook away the thought. A simple dream painting like this wouldn't be enough to fit the scope of such dreams of their kind.

The shadowy corridor of expanse of Darkness' first dream proved that, among the rest of the others.

They investigated closer the painting, fingertips hovering over the painted canvas. On its surface, the colors and shapes continued to move about, the perception changing and expanding before contracting. Dreams felt lost, a first, in watching this dream painting. The frame made of silver around it began to slowly crack then.

Dreams stepped back as fissures continued. They ran up and down the silver frame, breaking off pieces that fell to the tiled floor of the Gallery.

A call for alarm built up in her throat. To call out to the trio for help or simply tell them to prepare for what might have to happen to the Gallery by Dreams' hand.

The cracking continued, building up in sound and even shaking other paintings around this strange one. Paintings holding pets and lost causes. Of love and of hatred. One nearly came free of the wall of the Gallery, saved by Dreams from falling.

"This has to stop," they spoke aloud as they fixed the dream painting that nearly fell.

So, they placed their hands upon the out of control dream painting. The rest of this corridor of the Gallery faded back, finding safety away from what Dreams had to do. Now, now she stood with the painting in what she called the Painter's Palette. Where she had tried and painted a few of the first dreams.

Now, now she was here to undo a work of art.

"Stop...fighting..." she gritted through her teeth, digging her fingers into the sides of the painting. Her fingertips melted into the shifting colors and shapes, stained with the cosmic expanse now shown on it. The frame continued to fall away, exposing the canvas and allowing the paint to leak. Like a built up current, sprays of ideas and images bled further and further out.

"What...are you?" Dreams asked as colors slapped against their face. Blue, green, black, gold. Then feather and coins, of gems and blood.

"This dream is too dangerous, too much. You cannot continue! I will make..."

But before they could finish, the canvas exploded. In this realm of once creation, a void consumed this part of the Gallery. Then it condensed down to forms again.

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Sound came back with the sharp, needling voice of Fear screeching, "How dare you hurt Dreams?! Attacker! You shall be reduced to-"

"Silence, being. You may not address me-"

""Silence?!" Why would I be silenced by some stray abstraction-"

"Fear, please-" Hope tried to calm him down, which Dreams was appreciative for. But that didn't help the current situation.

Some other was here.

Dreams opened their eyes and began to get up, noticing Memory hovering near and give her a nod before looking at the stranger. A stranger of paleness and darkness, of infinite and yet concrete. Certainly of her kind, but not known to them. He gave her a look that spoke of how he refused to be cowed now made to leave the Gallery.

Tough, because this was Dreams'.

"Fear is right," Dreams spoke as they stood up, facing this stranger, "you have not been invited to the Gallery. Nor have you been created here."

That elicited sounds of outrage and surprise from the trio. Even Memory couldn't stop the surprise too. The stranger, to his worth, appeared not to waver under Dreams' voice of what he had transgressed against them all. He held his head high and unbreaking under the stare of Dreams, who was ready to protect this place of theirs.

""Gallery"? This is part of my realm-" the figured countered, adding a snare in his voice that caught some ire in Dreams. Rare for it to happen, but it nonetheless did.

Dreams shook her head. "That is where you are wrong, stranger. This is The Dreams' Gallery. A place for all works of dreams. You have entered here through a dream painting, without my consent. That is not a position to be in with such an attitude."

As they spoke, Dreams had stepped up closer to this other being. The trio had fallen back behind her. Even remained quiet too, to allow their master to handle this interloper now. Though hearing about how he came here gave them all a small sliver of...well, unease (even Fear, not that he would admit).

No one dared to impose upon the The Dreams' Gallery.

In return to this announcement of faults, the other being almost added a few inches of height before speaking, "I am King of the Nightmares and Dreams, Lord of the Dreaming. I am Dream of the Endless. Who would speak against me?"

There created a silence akin to Darkness' brand of silence. An absent of, a void that lasted forever and over in an instant. It left answers and created problems for everyone there, including the one now named Dream of the Endless.

In response, keeping their composure far better, an answer was given. "I am The Dreams. Second in created to Darkness and who- ...watched as Light came to join Darkness in this creation. Who minds the dream paintings and cares for all of those who can dream. I am the Release from Loneliness and the Curse of Desires. You have come into my realm, and I demand answers as to why."

It was not common to hear their full title. They knew that. It had not been said but for maybe two or three times before.

But The Dreams would not look at another, who claimed to be them, and bow before anything other than The Beginning and The End.

Dream of the Endless, for his part, did look a bit confused. Underneath the stateliness he projected.

"I...think that something is amiss now, if that is true."

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mysterious-cuchulainn-x · 2 years

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A Voice in the Wilderness

At first, Talryn thought she must have been seeing an illusion, a mirage of the desert if not an outright fabrication of her brain. But there was nothing illusory in the darkness that roiled around the tall, lean, dark-robed figure trudging slowly across the burning sands.

"Be ready," she warned her companions, quietly, though she did not yet draw her saber; whatever the odds against it, she hoped this encounter would not come to a fight. Cedrax was already struggling with the heat and the suns (and whatever he needed,it was neither heat stroke nor moral wounding), and as strong as Qyzen was, she did not want him tested against the dark behemoth that shadowed the encroaching Sith.

"Jedi," the interloper announced, his tone peremptory but lacking the condescension it sounded like it should have held, "I take it you're hunting the source of this... insane technology as well?"

Despite the grating quality of his voice, beneath the surface he seemed oddly calm, almost friendly; something in the details of his masked visage and open approach reminded her of Rajivari's echo, at the end, and she nearly—nearly—dropped her guard. Did not, because Vivicar, too, had proven himself a master of deception, and Master Yuon and the others could not afford for her to fail or falter now.

"We received word from a Czerka defector of dangerous artifacts," she admitted warily, uncertain what the Sith might know and what she might use to stave off violence, if only for a time. "The corporation has... reacted poorly to our containment efforts."

"Unfortunate," the Sith murmured, and Talryn tensed, but he continued, "the Reclamation Service found samples, as well. One escaped containment and nearly destroyed this entire planet—perhaps more. I doubt Czerka will be more cautious. We should join forces."

There was something odd, almost anticipatory, in the suggestion, and Talryn nearly rejected the proposal out of hand. But if the 'Rakatan' technology was as dangerous as it appeared, they did not have the time to argue.

Time for caution, however, was another matter.

"How do I know," she frowned, " that you won't simply use my aid to seize these artifacts for yourself?"

She expected him to react poorly, but although she sensed some trace of discontent—he was, on the whole, remarkably stoic, considering the nature of his power—his only outward response was calm and matter-of-fact.

"You will have to trust me, I imagine, as I will have to trust you. Though if my masters were the liars I took them for," he added, an odd humor creeping into his voice, "I suppose that will be far easier for me than you. Still, I promise this: I have no interest in claiming any weapon for the Empire. And this... no one can claim this technology. It must be destroyed, and swiftly."

Talryn felt herself taken aback by his sincerity, plain and sudden as it was—enough to remain suspicious, even as she admitted that he had a point. Akhaira, alas, had already left for Alderaan, and so Talryn made the only choice she could.

"Very well. I am Talryn Starlighter," she bowed shallowly, keeping well out of arm's reach. "These are my allies, Doctor Tharan Cedrax and Qyzen Fess."

"Miraathis Kallig," the Sith returned, although he did not bow. "My dashade, Khem Val, and my... associate, Andronikos Revel. Shall we?"

Talryn nodded, gesturing for Tharan to approach the half-buried spire as she kept a watchful eye on their new comrades. The word the Sith—Kallig—had used for his behemoth flickered warningly at the edge of her mind, but Kallig himself gave no sign of irritation at her caution. Perhaps, she dared to hope, perhaps this brief alliance might work out after all.

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years

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I love reading your Percy Jackson smut! If you are off of your hiatus, I would like to request a Percy smut where you are a daughter of Venus and flirting with Percy while fighting and having hate-sex after? Please and thank you.

pairing: percy jackson (18+) x fem!reader (daughter of venus!reader)

warnings: smut → oral (fem receiving), teasing - lots of teasing!, spanking, rough sex.

word count: 1.2k - might've gotten carried away with this one lol

a/n: I've set this at camp half-blood (but they're 18+) if that's okay!

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"what's the matter, Perseus? Cat got your tongue?" You tease, swinging your sword toward his side.

"ha-ha. funny," he rolls his eyes. It was only last week when a stray cat managed to get through the sealed protection of the camp and attacked percy when he tried to pat it. "I suppose that's better than being defeated by Mr. D," he snickers back, cocking up an eyebrow in amusement.

With all your might, you swung your sword at his legs, completely wiping him off his feet with a big thud.

"See, if only you had that energy when you fought him," percy chuckles as you roll your eyes, refusing to respond to his stupid comments. "ah I see. Looks like the cat got your tongue."

By dinner, you sat at your respective table while percy sat at his. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time. Every fibre in your being fought the urge to tackle him on the ground and throw a few punches at his stupid seaweed head, but you managed to chew down your dinner and stay in your seat.

By lights out, a small knock is placed on your door. Thinking it might be Mr. D or Chiron, you answer it with a smile on yourself, only to have it wiped straight off when you saw percy standing before you.

"what?" you practically spat.

"though you might want this," he hands you your sword which you left at the training grounds.

"What, are you so desperate to see me, you had to give this to me now?" you arch an eyebrow at him.

"nah, just thought I'd give it back so you're at least ready when i beat your ass in training again tomorrow."

"okay, well then bye." You try to close the door, but his foot wedged itself between it. A moment passes by of just you and him staring immensely at each other. Without thinking, he leans in and kisses you on your soft lips. You're surprised to say the least. Percy Jackson, the boy you despised since day 1, is kissing you. Gods, he's a good kisser too.

"perseus jackson if you don't step in here right now, I will-" you mumble against his lips, only to be cut off as he kisses you harder, pushing into your cabin. Being the only child Venus's still left at Camp Half-Blood, you didn't have to worry about anyone else being in the cabin in a moment like this.

Percy backs you towards your bed, your knees bucking when you hit the bed-frame. Holding him tight, you bring him down with you - neither of you stopping the attack on each other's lips.

"you know i hate you right?" percy mumbles, trailing his kisses down your jaw to your neck, nibbling softly at your mellow and heated skin.

"right back at you," you breathe, tangling your fingers through his hair, not wanting him to stop - not wanting him to ever stop. "just can't stand you. 'Hero of the camp', just give me a break already."

percy chuckles against your neck, his fingers toying with the hem of your sweatpants. Desperately, you buck your knock against his, gasping quietly as his hand slips inside the fabric of your underwear.

"and here i though you'd never be wet for me, but here we are," Percy's ego is thick in his voice. His fingers graze along your folds, eyes boring into you while he watches your ever move. He wants to to succumb to him, to be at his mercy. You wanted him, you knew that very well - but were you willing to give up to submission that easily?

Percy's finger draws the sweetest figure 8's on your clit, you bottom lip drawing into your teeth to suppress a moan. You hadn't even realised how far your legs had spread. How your hips moved along with his movements.

"that's it, darling. Just relax for me, yeah. I've got you," he coos, kissing your lips gently before pulling his hand out. Unconsciously, you let out a whine. Lifting your shirt over your head, percy kisses each breast before trailing down to your stomach, over your hips and to the waistband of your sweatpants. He pulls at them, looking up at you as he drags them down your legs.

"are you finished with the teasing, or shall i just kick you out and get myself off?" you roll your eyes at his cockiness.

"but you know your hand will never be as good as me." And with that, his tongue licks a stripe up your folds, flicking fast at your clit. Your hands tangle in his hair, and the sweetest sounding moans slip from you.

His tongue feels so good. His mouth feels so good. So good, it makes you want to-

"ah ah, no cumming, gorgeous girl," percy sits back on his knees. His hair is completely dishevelled and you swear he's never looked this good. With a huff, you fold your arms over your chest. If you weren't even allowed to cum, then what was the point of letting him in you cabin?

Percy chuckles at your childish attitude, he circles his finger around, signalling for you to get on all fours. With another huff, accompanied by a roll of your eyes, you turn around. Behind you, you hear percy undressing himself, and you can't help but turn to look at him. But really look at him. You eyes almost melt in awe from how gorgeous he is. All your time spent here, aside from actually training and going on quests, was spent hating percy. Not once have you ever really appreciated him - especially the way he looks. He's quite handsome, actually: sea green eyes, jet black hair, captivating body.

"enjoy the view a bit much there, hey?" percy chuckles as he catches your eye.

"nope. just wanting for you to hurry up," of course you weren't going to admit that you were most definitely checking him out. he'd never let you live it down.

His hands caress your hips, his stomach pressing against your back as he leans over.

"ready?" he purrs in your ear, causing you to let out a moan. Slowly, he pushes in, both of you gasping from the pleasure. He doesn't wait long before thrusting harder into you, wanting you to moan louder for him to give you more.

And that you did. You moan, and moan, and moan. Each thrust feels so good, his cock hit all the right places. He speeds up, holding your hips harder, enjoying the sounds of your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"fuck, oh my -" you cut yourself by a yelp as Percy's hand slaps your ass hard. He slaps again, and again. A smirk plastering on his face when he sees the visible marks of his hands. He knows you like it - the way your hand twists so tightly in the sheets, yelping and almost squealing in pleasure.

Your arms give out, and you gently lay your front on the mattress. Percy stops his movements, hands caressing and kneading your ass.

"percy?" you call out, too fucked out to really look at him. He chuckles in response, not daring to move. With a roll of your eyes, you lift yourself back up again, rocking your hips against his.

"that's it. such a good girl for me," percy praises, leaning over and pushing your hair to the side to kiss the side of your neck. "who's the desperate one now?"

#percy jackson #percy jackson smut #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x reader smut #smut night #1k+ followers sleepover

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monocaelia · 3 years

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inazuma bound headcanons

their last goodbyes before you depart to the land of eternity.

feat. childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

warnings : inazuma spoilers, slight angst but mainly fluff

❀ childe

despite inazuma being a place not many have ventured to and from, childe isn't the slightest worried for your safety. he knows the dangers of the storming seas surrounding inazuma and of the situation the people of inazuma are in due to the vision hunt decree.

but he prides in the fact that you're strong enough to handle what inazuma has to offer to you. abyss, you've defeated him in battle, there's no way you can't handle a little thunderstorm.

the cheerful chirp of your name alerts your attention to the ginger haired harbinger as he approaches you on the streets of liyue harbor. you raise an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that he shouldn't be here and should be stationed at dragonspine.

before you can scold him about his responsibilities, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around. his laughter rings in your ears and you can't help but smile. any and all thoughts of being mad at him are washed away as soon as his eyes meet yours.

the rest of your day is spent with him, as he won't be able to see you off before your trip to inazuma. he buys you trinkets, food, slings an arm around your shoulders all so you could be reminded of him and how fun it is to spend time with him.

"you know, it's a shame i wasn't stationed in inazuma next. i would have loved to explore it with you and fight at your side for a while longer," childe muses to you as the streets of liyue begin to light up for the evening. his hand is in yours and you squeeze it in reassurance.

"i'll miss you, a lot." your heart swells at his words, pulling him into a comforting embrace. your lips curve into a smile when his arms tighten themselves around you and you can't help but think that you'll miss him too.

"don't forget to send me letters about your visit to inazuma! or else i'll go over there and hunt you down myself, [name]!"

❀ diluc

diluc is not too thrilled to hear that you're departing to inazuma. not that he has anything against the nation, but he knows how hard it is to enter and leave and he knows of the situation the people under the shogunate are in.

but he isn't going to harp you on making sure you can protect yourself. he has faith in you that you'll have a safe voyage over and stay alive while on your journey in the land of eternity. he's seen you singlehandedly defeat and restore dvalin; there's no need to worry about your wellbeing.

his hand brushes against your cheek, moving the hair that curtained your slumbering face. you look so peaceful, so at ease resting against his lap as if you aren't about to set off overseas with no guarantee of your safe return.

you stir from your short slumber, leaning into his touch and diluc cannot help the small smile forming on his lips. "did you sleep well?" he asks, watching you as you slowly get up from his lap. you hum in response and stretch your limbs.

"have you finished packing for your trip?" diluc's question earns a slight frown from you and he raises an eyebrow. "you didn't finish preparing for inazuma, even though you're leaving soon?" diluc's assumption is proven correct when you begin twiddling your fingers and struggling to find a good excuse.

a sigh leaves his lips, getting up and offering you a hand. you bashfully take it. diluc hoists you up and you let out a little laugh when he sends an unamused frown your way. "i'm sorry! i was supposed to finish my preparations today, but i wanted to see you before i had to go."

it's a good thing that diluc has a soft spot for you, otherwise he would have given you the scolding of a lifetime. instead, he gently grasps your hand and flicks your forehead with his free hand before leading you inside the dawn winery so you could properly prepare for your journey overseas.

"i can't accompany you to inazuma, unfortunately, but i'll wish you a safe journey. take care, [name], i'll see you when you return."

❀ kaeya

kaeya is intrigued when you tell him that you'd be leaving for inazuma anytime soon. it's not often that people willingly want to enter storming seas and a land that isn't fond of people traveling to and from.

if anything, kaeya wants to tag along and fight by your side in inazuma. there's not much to do in mondstadt anyways. with jean and diluc keeping everyone in check kaeya didn't really have anything to do besides stir up some drama between the people of mondstadt or provoke enemies of mondstadt.

but he knows that shirking from his duties as captain of the calvary just to accompany you to inazuma wouldn't fare well with jean.

"i'm sad to see that our journey together ends here," kaeya tells you during your final visit to angel's share, for a while anyways. you roll your eyes and gently shove him with your shoulder. you know he's trying to pull at your strings from the way his sapphire eye glimmers in mischief.

"it's not going to be forever, you know. i'll be back before you know it," you reply, taking a sip of your drink. "you're acting like i'm going to inazuma and dying there." you bite back a smile when kaeya sighs dramatically and leans his entire bodyweight on you. a groan leaves your lips from the pressure.

"it's like i can still hear their voice." you snort and shove kaeya off of you, earning a snicker from the taller male. "say, [name], why don't we leave the bar and have a night of our own? just the two of us before you leave."

you pretend to ponder at his question for a moment, but say yes. you don't miss the way his lips curl into a feline smile, or the way his hand encases your own as he leads you out of the tavern and into the chilly evening of mondstadt.

but the chill doesn't bother you. not with kaeya's warm hand intertwined with yours as the two of you laugh and chatter in the warm glow of the street lamps lining the streets.

"are you sure you don't want me to tag along? wouldn't want you to miss me, haha. come back soon. don't keep me waiting."

❀ kazuha

knowing you're about to take off to the nation he escaped from puts him on edge, if he's being honest here. he knows of how brutal raiden shogun can be, stealing the visions of the innocent so she can remain eternal.

yet, seeing the reassuring smile adorning your face calms his nerves. he knows of your strength, of the rumors and tales of you fighting a dragon and a fatui harbinger, but he can't help but worry nonetheless.

his hand gently grasps your own, his fingers drawing shapes along the curves of your knuckles and brushing over the callouses that have formed on your fingertips. your head rests atop his shoulders as the two of you sit on the deck of the crux underneath the stars.

"is something on your mind?" you ask when he pauses in his ministrations. kazuha sighs, pausing briefly before replying to you.

"will you be okay? alone in inazuma, i mean. my homeland is a beautiful and wonderful place, but there is a corrupt and unjust leader ruling over it. i fear you'll be harmed and-"

"and you won't see me again?" you smile and pull away to meet your companion's gaze. there is a storm of worry in kazuha's ruby eyes and you hold his jaw in your hand, thumb rubbing calming circles on his cheek when he leans into your touch and holds your wrist.

"i'm stronger than you think, you've seen that firsthand. i'll be okay, kazuha." your reassuring words seemingly relax the inazuman traveller, but you can still sense the uncertainty surrounding him.

kazuha presses a gentle kiss against your inner palm before sliding his hand up to interlock your hands together.

"should anything happen to you, the wind will guide us together and i shall protect you. stay safe, dear [name]."

❀ xiao

xiao is a bit... unsettled when you give him the news that you're leaving for inazuma in a few days. it isn't often that you get to see him due to his job as one of liyue's yakshas and your travels across teyvat's lands.

he knows you'll be okay in inazuma, but he has no jurisdiction nor power in inazuma. his responsibility lies in liyue and he cannot leave until his duty to protect the nation of contracts has been fulfilled. yet, he wants to accompany you so he can assure your safety and survival against the stormy seas of inazuma.

"oh, there you are," your voice calms the worrying adeptus, even more so when your presence is beside him. he doesn't respond to you verbally, but he spares you a glance before fixing his gaze back to guili plains.

there's a comfortable silence between the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to speak up. but xiao's gentle voice breaks it with a statement you've been anticipating. "it's not too late to stay in liyue so i can dispose of those who harm you."

you turn to face him, not surprised at all to see his piercing eyes already staring at you. "i have to, i need to find my sibling and meeting the shogunate is the only way forward." his lips form a thin line at your answer.

your fingers inch forward to touch xiao's hand; he flinches when your fingers graze his out of instinct. but he grasps your hand before it can retreat, squeezing it as if it would make you stay beside him.

but he knows you have to go, have to find answers on the whereabouts of your sibling even if it meant risking your life.

"if i can't protect you, promise me you'll protect yourself. if you were to get hurt... forget it. just make sure you stay alive."

#genshin impact #tartaglia headcanons #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #genshin #kazuha headcanons #xiao headcanons #childe headcanons #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #didi writes #so many tags oml TT #genshin headcanons

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