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X-Men HCs
A/N: my hyperfixations are not very hyperfixating rn. literally they’re changing so fast. But take some nice little relationship headcanons, and the next Chapter of Winters’ Servants is coming soon!!
Characters included: Logan (Wolverine), Scott (Cyclops), Kurt (NightCrawler), Jean
Warnings: potential OOC, nothing else really. kept it nice and light.
Logan (Wolverine):
Logan would absolutely, if you use them, stretch out your new hairbands for you. If you express that you dislike using them unless stretched, he’ll offer to wear them on his wrists for a day or two till they’re stretched to your liking. It could be the most girly hair ties and he’ll proudly wear three on each wrist. When asked, he’ll happily tell them “Just stretchin ‘em for my woman/man/partner”
Scary dog privileges? Scary dog privileges. He adores making you feel safe enough to wear the most skin revealing or feminine clothing. You want to wear something revealing/very feminine but tell him you're scared? He’ll instantly assure you and tell you to wear anything you want. If someone says something, he won’t hesitate to shut them up before you even hear.
There’s going to be a point in your relationship that you’ll realize he absolutely doesn’t care about any of the gross stuff you do. Burp, Fart, don’t shave? He really doesn’t care in the least bit. Definitely the boyfriend that will go, unphased, into the bathroom while you're on the toilet and brush his teeth or shower without a care in the world. If you are comfortable that is, and he secretly preens when he realizes that you're comfy enough to do that stuff around him lol.
I wholeheartedly believe that when he realizes he wants you to be his forever partner, he’ll gift you his dog tags. His past is very personal to him, because he could never remember it for a good part of it. His dog tags are only second to him getting down on one knee.
Speaking of getting down on one knee, sorry for all the people who want it to be a surprise, but he won’t make a big deal and will tell you about his plans beforehand. No surprise engagement, and no public one. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he wants to make sure you’re ready and want it too. He doesn’t put much on marriage because it doesn’t change much, and doesn't want you to feel pressured to say yes because there are people there. He’ll love you the same married or not, but he does note how pretty you look with the ring he bought you on your finger.
I personally believe he would be more likely to get in a committed relationship with another mutant. I just think a lot of the X-Men would want to be able to relate to their partner and have their partner relate to them, and Logan is going to live a long life so…I can't truly see him with a normal person.
If you are apart of the X-Men, while he won’t baby you or anything, he finds himself keeping an eye on you the most. There have been a fair amount of times that you find yourself having a Logan shield on the field, and even more often if you are susceptible to projectiles.
Dates are a norm at this point, Fridays are always the day he takes you out. It’s usually the same place, but he thinks it’s nice.
Flowers are also a norm, if you mention you like them.
He doesn’t do much on Valentine’s day because he already does all the normal valentine’s day stuff it weekly or bi-weekly. Does get cheat food so you guys can eat it and watch stupid rom com movies though.
Scott (Cyclops):
First and Foremost Scott is such a golden retriever. Anything you want, he obtains quickly and with 0 thoughts of you getting him something in return. He just wants to see his partner happy and healthy, with a smile on their face as often as possible.
He is very big on PDA, likes to hold your hand, or slip an arm around your waist, put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, etc. Overall he just likes touching you, and just because you're in public doesn’t mean anything.
Adding on to his liking of PDA, I feel like he’s possessive. Like in the one X-Men movie, when Logan goes into the past and stops bad shit from happening and goes to touch Jean and he blocks him? Yeah he does that with you but with everyone. He likes people knowing your his and what’s better than you two being attached at the hip in public?
He likes when you wear his things as well, not so much for people knowing you’re his like mentioned above but just because you're adorable in it. Want his sweatshirt? He’s giving it to you even though it's negative 5 out. His cologne? Just take the whole bottle, even though it’s brand new. He’ll get another one!!
When he’s on missions and away, he gives you so many shirts and even a pair of sweats. Sprays the stuffed animals he got you with his cologne, same with your pillows. He will expect the same if it’s you going away for a long time. Or you’ll come back to him sleeping on your side of the bed where it smells the most like you, his face stuffed in one of your pillows that has one of your shirts on it.
He is very vocal about being your boyfriend, and you being his partner. Everyone in the world knows, yet no one asked. He’ll gush about you to whoever will listen, the rest of the team is so done but they do admit his devotion to you is adorable.
All the ladies and gents and nonbinary pals who want an over the top surprise proposal, this is your man. It’s super romantic, he pays for your nails if you wear them, getting your hair done, and a new outfit. And you can’t even tell it’s because he wants to propose because he does this all the time. Then he takes you to your fav restaurant and pops the question.
Make no mistake though, he has to be 100% sure that you want him to propose to do so. He’s so attuned to you and your likings he gets your dream ring without having to ask everyone close to you first. Which also assures him no one can spoil the surprise.
He is one of the few ones who probably doesn’t care if you're a mutant or not, because his love is 100% blind. He would probably want a mutant partner, but once he falls he falls hard.
He also won’t baby you if you’re in the X-Men, but if he happens to laser them first? Not his fault.
Kurt (NightCrawler):
He is a very shy partner at first. But once he falls for you, and you make it obvious you have fallen for him it all goes out the window. He is a completely different person around you, confident and flirty. He is just so in love.
Teases you almost constantly, he’s a teaser with everyone but he loves to see you blush and squirm from his words.
Loves if you run your fingers through his fur, and almost emits a low purr when you do. If you brush it for him, especially if he doesn’t ask you but you WANT to, he swears he is going to marry you one day.
He takes you places you told him you wanted to go to when you guys were in the talking stage. Paris? Done, let’s get some baguettes for back home! The Bahamas? Pack a bathing suit, and make sure to bring the detangling brush.
He loves non sexual acts of intimacy, like taking baths together!! Your fingers feel like heaven on his scalp when you massage the shampoo and conditioner in his hair. He also loves touching your body, he’s always careful with the fact he has claws but he would never dream of hurting you.
Big on cuddling and all that stuff in private, but I feel like he would want to keep it behind closed doors. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands on you otherwise.
Long missions with him are never a problem, he’ll just teleport to you wherever you may be and spend time with you before heading back.
He’s your call bird, and the gossip you two are able to share with one another? It is divine. He seems to know everything, and you know the most obvious stuff but he always makes you feel like Sherlock Holmes when you tell him things he already heard and was going to tell you about. Which is why he always makes you spill the tea first lol.
For marriage and proposing, I can see him accidentally proposing on a mission. Tensions are high, and he’s worried that one of you won’t make it home to the other. The thought alone makes him dread the upcoming battle, but he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes and states with all the conviction in the world “We’ll get married after this.”
You brush it off, after you both survive the battle, that he didn’t mean it. He just wanted you to know how much he loved you. But oh how wrong you are when you walk into a room with all your close friends and family, Kurt in the middle down on one knee and asking you to marry him. Your face was priceless, and lucky for him everyone took pictures.
He definitely carries around a photo with you wherever he goes, and when he prays he takes it out and not only asks that God protect him, but you as well because there is no life beyond you. Even if you’re not religious he’ll still do it, just for the peace of mind.
Jean:
She’s the black cat of the relationship for sure. I mean, she has a lot of issues but she always makes you her first priority.
She keeps tabs on you constantly. What’s your mood, why? She’ll talk to you in your mind when you’re anxious to calm you, and let you know that she’s there with you. She’s probably an anxious persons’ best friend. You don’t even have to talk, she knows what you mean and changes accordingly.
She is big on communication for sure. If you do something that bothers or hurts her feelings she will sit you down and talk to you about it. And she has this certain way of doing that doesn’t make you feel guilty. She’s just letting you know what she does and doesn’t like and won’t tell anyone else. These things are very private to her. And she expects you to do the same, and her feelings are never hurt by it.
Jean’s type of love is selfless. She would put herself in danger tenfold just to keep you safe. Mutant or not, she would be the one to baby you if you’re a part of the X-Men as well. There’s always a kind of bubble around you, that not many but you notice. Hence, people think you’re indestructible because you’re the only one who came back uninjured for the fourth time.
She wants to be independent, but also loves when you do stuff for her. She will never ask, but her heart warms so much when she sees you did something for her because you wanted too and not because she asked.
She plans your dream proposal. She is almost a roommate in your own mind, she knows what you like and don’t like.
Small extra blurb: imagine giving telepathic hints that you want a proposal. She thinks “Why are they broadcasting their ring si-ooooh. I see.”
She is so gentle with you, almost afraid that you’ll break and it’ll be all her fault. The way her hands gently caress you or how she holds your hand is so incredibly gentle.
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biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader
warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!
a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.
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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble.
You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world.
Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.
Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry.
Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.
She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.
Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is.
That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.
Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best.
So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.
Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.
You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.
They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected.
Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.
To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo.
Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there.
He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,
“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,”
You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.
But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway.
You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.
Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.
“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.
“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.”
She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man?
You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?
His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away.
This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.
“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.
As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,
“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.
You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.
Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face.
Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door.
“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.
Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him.
“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.
“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.
You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.
You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.
“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.
When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can.
“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.
He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,
“Give me her number.”
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It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone.
Who’s this?
You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.
You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants.
You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.
Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.
The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.
He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.
“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.
He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?
You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.
“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”
Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?
“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.
He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.
You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.
You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.
Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.
“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.
“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.
He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.
Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,
“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.
You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.
His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.
You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,
“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.
He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.
Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.
Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”
He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”
Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?
By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”
What is he doing to you?
He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.
“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.
“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.
Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.”
Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!”
The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first.
He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.
Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.
You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.
Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had.
When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.
You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.
Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.
“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”
Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half.
“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy.
“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?”
You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.
Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?
“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient.
“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.
You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.
“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.
You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.
He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.
Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.
Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.
The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.
“On your stomach, sweetheart.”
This time, you remember your manners.
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Haunting his memories
☆ any male character x gn!reader
☆ angst, sad, mentions of break up, implied living together previously/domestic life. not proofread !
☆ don't ask why i think about sad things this much. mainly wrote this for my fav male charas but it's very general so imagine it with anyone you like !
Imagine men whose life revolved around you so every little thing reminds him of you, even after you two end things. Waking up and instantly rolling to the side, expecting to see your sleeping body laying next to him. Instead, it’s just a pillow, meant to imitate the space you’d take up. Sadly, it doesn’t fill the space you left behind in his heart. A crude replacement that doesn’t fulfill what it was meant to do.
After groggily rubbing his eyes and blinking away the memories of you, he gets up to freshen up. As he brushes his teeth, he could see your form next to his in the mirror, getting ready together. The images disappear when he splashes his face with cold water, reality settling in. Oh he doesn’t want to admit how he still uses the same soap, shampoo and conditioner you did, feeling as if this would be the closest he could get to your scent without actually being with you.
As he buttons up his shirt, he remembers you buttoning it up for him. Showering him with compliments, he was able to start his days with love and affection. But not anymore, no more tender words in the morning. A sigh and a comb of his hair, he drags himself to the kitchen.
Starting the morning with some sort of hot beverage, wondering why when you made it, it tasted so much better than when he makes it. So much sweeter, flavorful, energizing but now it just tasted dull and bland, unappetizing even. No reason to eat breakfast, you weren’t there to nag at him and eat together with.
As he’s about to take one step out of the door, he hears your voice behind him.
“I love you.”
Looking back and seeing nothing, he shakes his head. How cruel of his mind to play tricks on him like that, knowing full well the consequences of it’s sick joke. He’ll let memories be memories and shut the door behind him, leaving the memory of you lingering only in the space you both once shared.
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Hi there! I absolutely love your fanfic on jealous rainbow factory Wally, and was wondering if you could make another fanfic of him with the reader? It could be anything (please no angst I’m a sensitive gal). Have a great day!
Hello there lovely! This took forever and I am so sorry for that <3 I've just been quite the busy bee lately. So here's your man, I hope you enjoy.
Late Nights into Early Mornings:
Warnings: None, just some nice fluff with trauma magnet RF!Wally
Darkness flitted into the room, the lamp on your nightstand could only do so much to fight off the tendrils of darkness from the room, and your eyes flickered to the clock next to the lamp. It was very late, later than he said it would be when he finished up. 3 am. You have to give him credit, if it weren’t for you seeking out his warmth in your sleep you would have never known, but now that you do you can’t simply leave things be. No, you're his wife and so the duty of dragging him to bed is yours.
A groan escaped your lips and you heaved yourself up from the lying position, one hand going to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Lifting the blankets that provided mouth watering warmth and comfort, your feet made contact with the floor. Which was freezing, making you shiver at the intense temperature difference. You could almost curse him for not being truthful tonight, you were exhausted and now here you were at 3 in the morning trekking to retrieve your husband.
Your soft padding footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, your arms tucked to your chest to contain some of the heat from your bed. It was dark, the white glow of the moon shining through the large windows was your only source of light. Another thing you would have to scold him about, but not tonight. Or rather this morning, way later in the morning maybe.
Eventually your sleep muddled brain reawakened itself to see that you were finally at his office door, lights shined through the crack between the door and its frame and you felt yourself deadpan. You could also hear the shuffling of papers and his breathing, and you sighed.
Not bothering to knock at this point, you shouldered the door open and looked at the culprit of this light night escapade. “Walden.” You sighed, voice thick with sleep and brilliant eyes muddled.
The 6,11 man you called your husband jumped like a startled cat, wide eyes looking at your half lidded one with well hidden sheepishness “My love.” His own voice was affected by sleep as well, or the lack of it.
“What do you think you're doing?” Your deadpan made itself well known as you started in open disapprovement. “You said you would wrap all this up 4 hours ago for god's sake.” Your hand reached up to lightly pinch at your nose bridge in exasperation.
Silence was all that answered you, he knew that nothing he could say would excuse this at all.
“Mm.” you hummed, hand falling away and resting at your side. “Well, let’s go then.”
He nodded and stood from his chair, the grating sound of the chair dragging on the floor made you wince. But you held out your hand, and soon the warmth of his skin slid against your own as he gripped your hand in his vice grip.
“I’m sorry.” He eventually stated as you two walked the halls to go back to your shared room. Your eyes flickered to look at him in your peripheral and you repressed a sigh.
“It’s…alright.” You mumbled, leaning on his arm as you two walked side by side and hand in hand. “You can’t keep doing this though. You’ll crash sooner rather than later.”
He knew you were right, I mean c’mon you are barely ever wrong when it comes to his limits. You knew him so well, it was a surprise you didn’t scold him like a child. “I know…” he trailed off, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
It made you giggle, free hand going to cover your mouth as you smiled “I know you know, but you never listen. You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
He conceded to that, nodding “You know me so well, my love.” He hummed in his baritone voice, opening the door for you before entering himself and closing it with a click.
“Ooh Mr. Darling, what am I too do with you.” You giggled and shook your head, teasing.
“I don’t know Mr./Mrs. Darling, what are you going to do with me?” He tilted his head, long blue hair cascading down his shoulders as he took off his lab coat and threw his shirt over his head.
You sat down on the bed, snuggling back into your pillows as your husband got ready for bed. Shortly after he joined you, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into his chest. His warmth spread over you like the softess blanket and sighed happily.
“This is much better.” You muttered, head going to rest on his chest and arms wrapping around his neck.
He hummed lowly in agreement, one clawed hand going to massage your scalp and play with your hair, his robotic hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“And you tried to skip out on this.” You pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right above where his heart was hammering away.
He purred quietly, a soothing sound that lulled you even closer to sleep.
“Just go to sleep, my darling.” He mumbled in your ear before giving it a small kiss. “You can scold me in the morning, way later in the morning.”
You giggled, eyes drooping and voice nothing but a whisper. “Ok…”
Being in the arms of the man who stole your heart worked wonders on allowing you to sleep again.
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jealous jealous girls and boys~
You’re gorgeous, everyone knows this. Your partner, bless their heart, are very crudely aware of just how jaw dropping you are when their insecurities mingle with their protectiveness when they see, or hear, you get hit on. It wasn’t something you were unused to, and they know you love and want only them, but can they really help it if they…overreact?
Warnings; Unwanted advances, , possessive themes, hotd/got canon incest, infidelity (Loba), potential ooc.
Characters (multifandom): Walden Darling (WH), Astarion (BG3), Daemon and Rhaenyra targaryen (HOTD), Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin), Leliana (DA; I), Loba (Apex)
A/N: Take this as a peace offering till I can get the next chapter of Winters’ Servants out T^T I’ve been busy, I got a new job and my dog died bc of my other dog and my mom is crazy :( Also, Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all I’m getting it and I’m so excited! I mayhaps rushed Loba’s part so sorry not sorry 😛
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Rainbow Factory Wally (Walden) | (Welcome Home AU)
It was a normal day in the factory for all intents and purposes, making your daily rounds and supplying your husband with your infamous coffee whenever you needed to. And that’s why you found yourself in the breakroom, making a fresh pot of coffee for your caffeine addict of a spouse.
Your name was spoken softly from behind and you blinked, moving your head to peek over your shoulder to see the owner of the voice smile sweetly at you. Jeremy was an infamous flirt in the office, but you were spared due to the fact your husband very much owned this factory. “You look gorgeous today, you know.” He hummed, eyes raking over your body.
You raised an eyebrow. You were wearing a black turtleneck, a lab coat with your name, and leggings. You looked exactly like you always do, and it’s not like any curves you possessed could be seen over the baggy lab coat. Deciding to just play it off, you laughed. “I look how I always do.” You point out good naturedly, shooting him a rather amused look as you turned your body to look at him.
“Exactly.” He almost purred out the words, slinking closer to you with a sly smile. You have to admit the new found proximity did nothing but amuse you more. Jeremy was 5’5, rather bland, and wasn’t even the brightest. You found it absolutely amusing to think that he believes he can compete with your husband in anything.
“I see. Then thank you for the compliment.” You mused, turning back to pour the coffee into the “world’s most decent boss” mug you got him as a gag gift last christmas. Mixing in just the right amount of sweeteners, you turned. “Now, is there something I can do for you Jeremy?” you asked as you began to walk out, hearing his awkward footsteps signaling that he was following you.
“I know about you and the boss…” He trailed off, and you hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t say what you knew the next few words were. “But me and you could still happen.” Seemed he was dumber than you thought.
You were now outside Wally’s office, an amused smile painting your lips. “Oh, is that so?”
Jeremy must have been oblivious as to where you were, because he gently put his hand on your shoulder and proclaimed rather boldly “I’ve been in love with you, for a very long time now. Dare I say, longer than that man you call your husband.”
You sputtered then. He basically yelled that! Right outside Wally’s office. “I-”
A loud bang resonated as the door to the office swung open, effectively interrupting you, the hinges almost breaking at the sheer force he used to open the door. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” Wide angry eyes met scared downcasted ones.
Jeremy looked like he regrets his decision very much right now, and you very dully felt a small tinge of sympathy but it was gone faster than it came.
“Nothing! I was just say-” Jeremey sputtered, trying to find a defense only to be interrupted crudely.
“Get your goddamn hand off my wife, and I’ll consider this as your letter of resignation.” He growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully yanking the arm you weren’t even aware was still touching you off.
Jeremy, upon getting his arm released from a death grip that was sure to leave him bruised, ran away.
You couldn’t help but let laughter bubble out from your throat before clearing it. “Oh, that was something.”
Wally turned to you and growled again, grasping your jaw softly but roughly at the same time, angled your head up, and kissed you. The kiss left you breathless, your hand squeezing the coffee mug in surprise as he pulled away.
“You’re mine, dollface. And only mine.”
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Astarion (BG3)
The tavern was bustling with life, music, and song as they normally do, and happiness threatened to suffocate you and your party as soon as you all stepped foot into the establishment. Mead, wine, and an assortment of other alcoholic beverages were held tightly in almost every person’s hand. You shrugged when your party gave you a questioning look, looking back over the tavern with a keen eye.
“Have fun?” Was all you supplied before walking to the barkeep for the first time of what would be many.
Karlach wasted no time in going to mingle with the other patrons, eager to relieve the stress of battle by telling tales of them to strangers who watched with eager eyes and ears.
Gale was never one for all this merriment, so he politely claimed a table in one of the few secluded corners as he normally does. That table would soon be taken up by Astarion as well, who was content to just watch you mingle with the people of the tavern.
Time flew by rather quickly, the drinks making it hard for you to truly grasp just how much had gone away from you. Astarion was readying himself to get up and cross the tavern to get to you, tell you that you and your party had spent a sufficient amount of time here, and that it was time to head back to camp for some rest.
But he was quickly blocked from you by two drows. Tall, dark, imposing, yet handsome in their own right. Nothing that compared to Astarion, not even your alcohol muddled mind thought so.
“Hello gorgeous.” The woman spoke, tone smooth with lust and desire. This weirded you out, as you did nothing to suggest you were wanting *that* kind of relief. You really just sat at the bar, talking with the barkeep and the man next to you.
“What’s a delicate flower like you doing with no company at a place like this?” She asked, hand moving to rest on top of your own that was laying on the solid surface of the bar.
You wrinkled your nose at the unwanted touch, but the female drow seemed to not notice or simply not care. You’re unsure which one was the truth, it could even be both for all you know at this point. Alcohol made it hard to discern anything really, and you found yourself craving the presence of your beloved.
The male spoke this time, his tone gruff despite him trying to sound sensual. “Perhaps we could keep you company for the night?”
Astarion’s blood boiled as he heard what those two heathens were saying to you. It took him months of carefully crafted flirts for you to even get comfortable with HIM flirting with you. And he was someone you had trusted enough to be a traveling companion and to watch your back. He knows that surely, when he sees your face it will be riddled with tell tale signs of uncomfort.
You cleared your throat, hoping to rid it of the bile that crept up it the more and more they talked and crudely flirted with you. “Ah, no.” You mumbled, eyes searching for your sanguine lover. “I’m taken.” you managed to slur.
The female drow cooed “That doesn’t have to mean anything, not for tonight at least.”
Astarion finally emerged right next to you, red eyes boring into the female drows. “Excuse me.” His voice, normally smooth and flirtatious, was anything but now. “I see you met my partner, exquisite aren’t they?” his tone softened as his hand went up to caress your cheek, cherishing the way you leaned into the touch immediately.
The female and male drow looked to each other before looking back at Astarion and smiling. “Why yes, yes they are.”
Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb on your cheek absent of mind, before remembering these people dared to flirt with what was his. “How unfortunate for you that this masterpiece is all mine, yes?” He sounded calm and almost teasing, but his eyes showed just how much he wanted to murder them.
Deciding that words weren’t enough he delicately moved your head up so he could plant the sweetest kiss on your lips, which you eagerly returned with drunken enthusiasm that made his heart swell with love.
“See how eager they are for me?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek after pulling away. “That’s something you couldn’t even dream of receiving.” Picking you up bridal style for fear you drunk yourself into a stupor, he turned and left.
“That’s enough tavern for tonight my sweet.” He hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder
“Astar-” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck “I love you- so so much.”
He chuckled, placing the softest kiss to your cheek “I know my darling, I love you too.”
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Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)
Your family, the true Targaryens, were visiting the red keep for the first time in so many years. The difference of it all from the red keep you grew up in startled you to your core. It makes your mind ill to think this was only allowed to happen because of a usurper of your family’s rightful throne.
Really the entire castle makes you ill, absolutely sick to your stomach truthfully. So you were trying to find comfort in the place where you resided most of your innocent years. The garden. But even that was different now, the flowers you used to pride yourself on had all wilted and been changed. The color green makes you sick now.
While you were preoccupied in your musings of sadness and trepidation, a man had slinked his way beside you and broke the silence you relished in. “Good morrow, sister.”
You blinked and looked to your right, being met with Aemond. He was only your half brother, sharing your father’s genetics while looking all Hightower. His last name should have been hightower, yet you cannot claim to hate or even dislike him. Just a faint feeling of mistrust that had been planted since the night his mother had left a scar on your arm. “Aemond.” You greeted slowly, almost defensively. “Good morrow.”
His one eye scanned the garden ahead before going back to focus on you, a delicate and almost faux looking smile on his face. Or perhaps it was just too real. “How are you? It has been many moons since I last saw your beautiful face.”
You blushed despite yourself, compliments always left your cheeks the faintest of reds, even if you mistrusted the person who spoke them. “Kirimvose” You muttered, changing to High Valyrian. You don’t know why, it just felt too right in this situation. And instinctual gut feeling that you have long since learned you should heed.
“You are welcome.” He hummed, eye suddenly showing keen interest “Do you normally use High Valyrian interchangeably like that? What a smart lady you are, Mandia”
It was your turn to be surprised, he knows of the language of your family? Even being half bred like he is? “Yes, mostly for my children to pick it up better.” You stressed the word children to him, as if he could forget. One of your sons did give him that painful affliction afterall.
“Ah yes, my nephews.” He mused, not looking at you anymore but through you. “How are they doing these days?”
You smiled, your first genuine one not born of needing to be respectful to a lord or lady. Aemond thought it looked beautiful on you, like the finest dress. “Wonderful. My boys Luke and Jace are bonding excellently with their dragons.” You hummed, motherly love oozing from your tone. “And little Joffery is quite taken with the babies.” you put a hand on your stomach “Especially our baby Visenya. I think he likes having a baby sister to protect.”
He was surprised “You were with child?”
You nodded “Maybe she’ll grow up to steal Vhagar from you.” You chuckled, hand over your mouth.
Aemond laughed as well “I’m sure she’ll be a brilliant rider, just like her Muña”
“You flatter me.” Your blush grew a tad bit redder. Aemond felt a pang of affection that he was able to make that happen. You were too good for his sister and uncle, deserving of someone more well read with a dragon to match the size of your own.
The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted his musings of what he could have had with you, had his father stepped up and demanded you wed him. “Is this a small reunion?” Daemon joked, leaning on a wall. His eyes looked anything but full of mirth, annoyance and possessiveness shined brightly in his eyes like dragon fire.
“Uncle.” Aemond scoffed out the word like it meant little to him. And it probably did, you know he was never close with Daemon. Jealousy slithered in his veins like blood did, burning him.
“What are you and my wife talking about, hm?” He asked casually, walking leisurely to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, looking down with fondness Aemond could never imagine being gazed at with. “Hello my love.”
“Hello Daemon.” You giggle gleefully, resting your head against his own while your arms go to rest on top of his. Aemond’s veins burned worse.
“Simply catching up, it’s been quite a while since she has been to the red keep.” He spoke, jealousy dripping from his words like venom, eye glaring at his uncle’s arms that was wrapped where he longed his to be. Daemon tightened his grip slightly. “I was just about to offer a tour of the grounds, much has changed.” he smiled twistedly at Daemon, using that as a taunt.
Daemon narrowed his eyes, and somewhere you could hear the roar of Caraxes and Vhagar. You hope that they aren’t fighting because their riders have bad blood. “That won’t be needed. She grew up here just as you did Aemond.”
You soon grew uneasy, eyes shifting to the side, “I have.” You assented.
Daemon smirked unbeknownst to you, smug because it was him who you would always back. Always Daemon, never Aemond.”Of course my lady, apologies.”
You smiled uneasily “No need for apologies Aemond. It was a kind offer.” That soothed the burn within his veins slightly. You thought he was kind.
You felt yourself almost suffocating before your lovely wife walked into the garden with Alicent “Ah, my beloveds.” Nrya smiled kindly at you two, eyes shining with love before she nodded to Aemond respectfully.
“It is almost time for the feast, you two would be wise to get ready.” She looked at you knowingly and winked.
Daemon let out a hearty groan “yes yes my wife, very well.” he let his arms fall from you and stepped back, offering you his hand.
“Shall I help you get ready, my darling?” He asked teasingly, eyes glinting with lust as you laughed and took his hand. Rhaenyra already has an excuse for both of your tardiness, rest assured. Cannibal will have to take blame for your lack of proper walking.
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Wanderer (genshin)
Wanderer was stuck wandering, as one does, around the bustling streets on Liyue. It was the lantern rite, something you had continuously told him you had wanted to go to many times and he decided there was no harm in it. How crudely wrong he was, as soon as he entered the city of contracts with you, the crowd had swept you away from him.
So here he was trying to find you like a puppy separated from their owner, and it continuously made him more and more irritated as more time passed that you were not in his eyesight. His hands, that were balled into fists, relaxed immediately upon hearing the soft sound that was your laughter. It was quiet, barely heard above the chattering of these imbeciles that surrounded him, but he was able to follow the sweet sound where he found you with some man.
The man was short, close to Wanderer’s own height, with white hair with a red streak. He looked to hail from Inazuma. Anger boiled deep within his veins, eyes glaring at the man who dared to talk to you.
“Your eyes shine like the lanterns in the sky, your skin as smooth and unbroken as the purest piece of porcelain.” he mused, smiling softly at your red face. Wanderer has never said anything close to that to you, always just quick grumblings about how you looked decent. And it didn’t bother you much anymore, you grew to love him after all. But having this kind of attention on you was thrilling simply because it was new! Kazuha’s eyes bore into yours with a soft intensity that oddly fit in this moment. But he was simply supposed to help you find your beloved, not make poetry about you. No matter how lovely it made you feel.
Wanderer barged over, not sparing the man a glance as he grasped your wrist in his hand and dragged you away. He could barely hear you say your goodbyes to the traveler from Inazuma over just how angry he felt. Were you going to leave him? Go to someone who he just witnessed really could treat you better? No, he won’t allow it. You're his, you’ve been his for centuries now, and if you could remember and love him despite all he has done in his past then you must be his soulmate.
He hissed out your name, stopping in a darkened alley before pushing you against the wall, trapping your head between his arms as he leered at you. “What do you think you were doing, you idiot.” this wasn’t the way he wanted to do this, not at all. He wanted to have a softer approach but for some reason he just can’t. He loves you, he promises he does. He just can’t show it.
“Scara…” you cooed, hands going up to cup his face “I was looking for you.” You assured gently, thumb massaging his cheek as he ever so slightly leaned into your hold. “Kazuha offered to help me find you since I’m so unfamiliar with Liyue Harbor.” You could always see through his brass actions, being able to see the softer side through all the boundaries he put around himself to hide in.
“Is that so?” His words lacked his mocking bite that it would have for anyone else “Then why was he flirting with you?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your thumb.
You giggled, a sound that made him relax more. “Maybe he just thinks I’s pretty. But you're the only one for me.”
He smiled then, liking the concept that you knew you were only “Yes, yes I am.” He hummed, cupping the hand you had on his face with his own.
“You’re mine, not even the gods could take you away from me.” He sighed happily as he felt your lips start pecking around his face, closing his eyes in bliss. “They could try, but I would move the very heavens to keep you by my side. Always.”
“And forever.” You finished as Scara finally connected his lips with yours, savoring the rare softness in which he kissed you with.
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Leliana (DA; I)
The sky was clear, not a cloud dotted the open sky of Skyhold and the sun beamed down in soft warm rays. You were sitting on the railing of the balcony that belonged to the upper tower that housed your partner Leliana, as well as her ravens and spies. It was a cool day, which wasn’t abnormal seeing as this stronghold was built into the mountains. Construction was going very well, the ramparts were now open to patrol and the rooms were looking better and better.
The inquisitor was running around down on the lower level, and you watched from your vantage point with amusement. You were unsure why they were in such a hurried state, seeing as there wasn’t really anyone rushing them in the least. But you’ll leave them alone about it for now.
Looking up as you heard the door clank open, a scout you had never seen before stepped out and joined you on the terrace. Turning your body to face him, you tilted your head in confusion. Normally Leli’s spies were too busy to do all that much around Skyhold. Perhaps he was just recouping after a tough mission.
“Hello madame, nice evening ain’t it?” He had a strong Fereldan accent, so he was from there and arguably is mostly stationed there because the accent hasn’t faded even a bit.
“Yes, it is.” You spoke skeptically, normally one scout isn’t stationed at one nation for too long, lest they be found out and compromise the entire spy network your lover has spent years perfecting.
“The nightingale wishes me to look after you.” He saluted, before going back to ease and leaning on the wall.
You raised a brow, why would you need to watch over here of all places? Leli was right through that door, and there isn’t many places of entry here that aren’t very loud.
“I see.” You doubt grew, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Your Leli was very paranoid, and with good reason you suppose. It must be hard to have all those enemies, those known and unknown that are hiding in the shadows with a dagger or poison.
“You're beautiful, you know.” He broke the silence again, your lack of an answer must not have been deterring at all for the spy. “A true masterpiece.” he mused.
“Thank you.” You were starting to get bored now, eyes lidding due to boredom. Any second now.
With tactful grace the door opened silently, you could hear the faintest of footsteps take 3 steps before pausing. Another minute of the spy not noticing her, she coughed. It was fake and sounded way too smooth and dull for it to be real.
That made the man jump, his attention snapping to your lover. “Lady Nightingale!”
“Charts.” Her smooth voice riddled with Orlesian accent was sour sounding now. Like she ruined her new pair of shoes in the blood of darkspawn. “At ease, were you?”
His eyes looked everywhere but her as his body froze up under her intense scrutiny “Forgive me, lady nightingale.”
“I’ll see what to do with you.” She stated dismissively, waving him away with her hand “Now run along, I’m sure Charter will find some use for you in the meantime.”
He did not need to be told twice, quickly exiting the balcony with a loud slam to the door. “Lousy company, my dearest?” she teased gently with a small, walking next to you and letting you lean on her.
“Somewhat.” You agreed, resting your head on her shoulder and you looked to the mountains. “Seemed tired. Have him running?”
“He’s new.” She shrugged gently as to not disturb you. “Fresh out of redcliff.”
“I could tell he was Fereldan, his accent is very noticeable.” You hummed, hand coming out to trace random little patterns on her arm. “Strong.”
“It is.” She agreed. “We will have to rid him of it before we send him out in the field.”
You raised a brow “He’s that new?”
“Yes. he is training under Charter at the moment, and hopefully she will be able to help.” Leli slowly removed herself from you.
“I have to go my beloved. Work is neverending when you’re trying to save the world.” She hummed and kissed his cheek delicately.
You sighed but nodded “I know my love. I’ll see you tonight?”
She smiled sadly “I’ll see you tonight.”
You sighed again as she walked away.
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Loba
It was duos day! A glorious chance to win with whoever you shall get teamed with to achieve glory and fame. On a bigger note then being a legend already grants you.
You were paired with one of the newer Legends. New Castle you think his name was, but you can’t be bothered to remember. He seemed to be quite sweet on you, much to Loba’s irritation. You were hers goddamnit! Why couldn’t he see that.
So here you were, on the dropship talking to your duo as wells as your other friends like Lifeline, Octane, and Bangalore.
“Are you excited, amigo? I mean you are with the newbie, so me and Lifeline will take it easy on you if we find you.” Octane laughed, patting you on the shoulder affectionately.
“I’ll be the one taking it easy on you, tane!” You protested with a giggle.
New Castle clasped his hand onto your other shoulder and laughed deepily. “I promise I won’t be any dead weight to a beauty like them.”
High heels clacked against the iron flooring of the ship, you were approaching your destination and would soon have to prep to get ready to drop and land for the games to begin. You assumed it was Loba, so you two could have your usual good luck kiss but was surprised when it was Wattson. Loba’s partner.
“Hey.” She smiled and waved “Loba wanted to say she’s too busy to see you before the drop, so she’ll be looking extra hard for you on the ground.” She spoke cheerily.
You blinked. This was the first time she’s done something like this. Was she really so jealous that she’s taking it out on you now? Does she think that you’re too receptive about it? Was that the problem.
Wattson frowned “Are you alright?”
You shook your head and offered your best reassuring smile that you possible could. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little disappointed ya know? But you get heading back Wattson, I don’t want you to miss drop.”
She looked at you, calculating and unsure before her frown only deepened. But she nodded “Yeah ok. See you around, yeah?” and with that she left as quick and out of nowhere as she came.
Finally it was time to drop, the arena was Olympus. Easy enough, it was your personal favorite because your abilities served you every well here. You don’t how New castle was going to fare though, so you kept an eye on him. Even if he is part of your relationship problems, he was still your duo and you still wanted to win.
“I’m the jump master.” You called out, laughter bubbling in your throat “Hope you brought an extra pair of pants newbie.”
“Wh-” he was cut off as you unexpectedly jumped, a yell bubbling out from his throat and into the air that you two were descending in.
You chose a little area that you knew has enough supply bins to give you both some weapons and a few syringes. Maybe a better evo shield too, hopefully.
“So.” he started “How do you prefer to fight?” he asked as he picked up a Hemlock Burst AR.
“I’m a sniper.” You spoke quietly and hushed, hoping he’d take the hint and do the same. Enemies can be anywhere, and with Wraith’s abilities you wouldn’t even see her coming till she was here guns blazing. She was smart, and has good hearing.
He hummed “So I’ll need to man the front. Can do.”
You rolled your eyes, picking up a wingman and some sniper ammo. “You better. Though you probably won’t see enough action. I’m a damn good shot.”
“Better be.” he laughed quietly, loading his burst.
“There’s a care package near us.” You reported, looking to where it was going to land. “Let’s head over.”
And so you did, you getting your favorite gun ever the Kraber, and New Castle getting a\\ prowler. With these new found weapons and some new Evoshields after some kills, you two quickly climbed the latter till it was the last 3. Only six other legends at most.
You were kill leader with a stunning 12 kills, and perched high up as you looked through the enhanced scope on your Kraber. You killed Octane and Lifeline before they even knew what happened, same with bloodhound and Fuse. You killed Ash but Revenant got away, and Bangalore and Valkyrie left as soon as they heard a shot from your Kraber, knowing that with your aim it would be a death sentence.
Caustic and Mirage were easy to pick off when they got distracted arguing with one another, and you killed Wattson as well.
So it was probably Loba and Revenant still out there. New Castle was antsy before you heard it. Revenant’s totem and gun shots. He must have found Loba in one of the buildings, and given their history it’s unsurprising he would waste his ult on her.
Clicking a button, a visor was put over your eyes and you could clearly see that Loba was the victor. 1 squad left, it was just her. You felt bad about this, of course. But as soon as she poked her head out, you were the victors.
The follow up party was the usual, and you were looking for Loba and of course you found her. You were the best sniper ever seen, your senses honed completely. So when you heard her and turned the corner to apologize, you saw the last thing you had ever wanted to see.
Loba and Valkyrie were kissing.
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Winters’ Servants; Chapter 1
Chapter 1; Grief encompasses.
Warnings; This story has very slight yandere (but not really) themes. Reader is in mourning, they/them pronouns, no y/n mentions. established relationships, but they’ll change. slow burn. Extreme envy on your part
When the world has already kicked you away and the gods have cast you aside, you had no one to turn to but her and she understood. You two understood each other like no one else. And now even she has been taken, and you are forced to watch as her funeral becomes a business meeting. But by the Tsaritsa herself, they may not tarnish her name.
When you were inducted, all those long years ago, you had presumed that you and your peers were the best of the best. That should diplomacy be impossible, a fight would surely and swiftly turn to their favor. That in all the nations of Teyvat, it was them and you who were the strongest. But now your beliefs have been shaken, extremely and uncomfortably so.
The fair lady, Signora. Or as you knew her, for all these years, Rosalyne. A dear friend, perhaps even the dearest. Although fate seems to find you most unpleasant and therefore decides anyone who comes in contact with you must find a fate fit to punish them for every laying eyes on you. She had died on a mission to Inazuma, where this nuisance of an anomaly had managed to beat her and have the Raiden Shogun finish the job for them.
Your shoes made prominents clacking noises against the hard and cold pavement that led to the cathedral, that now is the eternal resting place of your dear Rosalyne. It was unfair, and made a flame of hatred that was long thought to be burned out sear into your heart and spread through your body with every weary beat. Just the thought of the Archons taking even more from you made your teeth grit in your mouth uncontrollably.
Your hatred filled thoughts were unkindly interrupted when you walked into a soft melody from a voice you know all too well. The Damselette was by the coffin, arms laid on its great surface with her head resting upon them. The white coat hid her form well from your sight for the moment, your eyes adjusting slowly to see it clearly. Her eyes were just behind that mask she wore, and she lazily sung each note, despite them sounding like perfection.
It took you two painful moments to realize she was singing her song, one that you were so familiar with at this point even the few notes made you remember everything you swore to forget when you heard the noise.With a gruff attitude so unlike you, you called out.
“My Lady.” Was all you said, and the singing stopped almost immediately. Bringing her arms closer to her, she turned her head to look right at you with her closed eyes. A serene smile replaced her once displeased frown. How she can see you confused you to no end, but questions like that need not be dignified with words.
“My fair dove.” She cooed sweetly, her voice as melodic as it was when she was singing.
You looked away even though there was no eye contact from your fellow harbinger. You also didn’t talk any further, just crossing your arms in your warm coat and frowning.
Columbina was confused, you were normally much more for conversation than this. She didn’t understand, and so she went back to her original position and resumed her eerie singing.
Sooner than you would have rathered, the others had arrived, and the Rooster had started his…speech. To put it quite delicately.
“We are gathered here today,” His voice carried over Columbina’s singing, not that she looked to mind. His words were as cold as Snezhnaya, and uncaring of the loss you seemed to not be able to overlook. “To remember our dear comrade.”
You were envious, how could he not care? How did he master being so unfeeling in this moment, when you cannot bring yourself to act normal at all? Signora was not close with everyone, she even said only you could work your way into her destroyed and ravaged heart. Maybe that is why, they simply did not know her like you did.
“In honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing.” He declared, and you froze.
This pause in your posture and voice gave ample time for the Regrater to give his opinion on the matter. A soft chuckle before he spoke made you turn to him in your shock, dead eyes staring at his closed in calmness “Merely half a day? People say the Northland bank’s true currencies are blood and tears. But Mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable.” His voice was smooth and deep, pleasant to you normally but not now.
Steps, clacks of shoes much like your own consumed your confused and grief ridden brain, so you turned once more to the source of the sound.
Another dear friend, The Knave, seemed to have something to say as she narrowed her steely eyes at Pantalone. “Rosalyne died in a foreign land” Just the mention of her death panged your heart and made the burning in your veins much worse. “But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always with the convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland. You couldn’t hope to understand.” Her voice had more bite and authority to it, glare unwavering.
“So why don’t you keep your mouths shut. You wouldn’t want to make the children cry.” She finished, her glare retreating as she closed her eyes.
Despite your grief, you spoke. “This is a funeral, not a place to squabble.” You hissed, taking on an air of authority you feel very much entitled to right now. “Now stop acting like children arguing over a toy and pay your respects to the woman who has done more than any of us to further the Tsaritsa’s will.” You narrowed your eyes, uncrossing your arms to rest them by your side.
The youngest of your organization laughed, quiet and light but yet grabbed the attention of you all. “I agree, this is no place for a fight.”
Your glare landed on him, not needing someone so young to back you. He raised his arms in mock surrender with a smile and an arched brow. It made your blood boil. You’re too worked up now and chose to remain silent.
All the harbingers witnessed how you did not rise to the unspoken challenge the ginger had presented to you like normal, and all had mixed feelings about it.
“Utterly risible.” Sandrone laughed, shaking her head slightly from her seat on her large puppet-like machine.
Even the Captain had to have his input. Why couldn’t they just let you mourn in peace without having to worry about defending your dearest Rosealyn’s honor. Truly she cannot even rest in the afterlife, but you hope she at least has found her husband after so many years of being apart.
“Though her methods tarnished her honor, leoff alta’s sacrifice is a great pity.” He was gruff and uncaring, another strike of envy and anger washed over you. But you can’t blame them, they didn’t know her like that. “Her loss shall not hinder our progress.”
“Her honor remains intact. Let the dead rest.” You hissed, but with little venom or true bite.
He ignored you, more focused on his question “But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the gnosis from Inazuma?” He questioned the bluenette, turning his head to face him.
The Doctor himself was leaning on a pillar, swirling a liquid of origins unknown to you that was held in a hand sized tube. How he looked down at it and could see it, was again something you did not know and are not stupid enough to ask.
“Conventional knowledge holds that divine knowledge can be rationally comprehended. After conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move.” he spoke rationally, his voice was weirdly pleasant to you after all these years.
You knew of the plans with Scaramouche and actively detested them, despite both of them assuring you it would be fine. But it won’t be, and you know it. How, you don’t know. But that traveler is causing way too many problems for them not to be considered in this. They killed her, and you cannot shake the feeling they will kill more of you before they are stopped.
“It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics.” Footsteps of iron against stone echoed dimly, accompanied by the weathered voice of the Jester.
Theatrics? Was that what this is? A show to put on to amuse who? Her majesty? How cruel must she be to parade your sorrow as anything but genuine.
“Right now, you have no captive audience.” He declared as if it was simple, but it wasn’t. And it isn’t, and it never will be. You missed her, and you missed Scaramouche, and you miss how you felt before the news. That wasn’t simple, missing someone isn’t simple. So, you are envious once more, of how your comrades are so eager to fake this.
Dully, you were aware of everyone and you moving to circle the coffin that held the ashes of your dearest and closest friend. “Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation will endure for all time.”
Slowly you all bowed your head and in what you prayed was respect, even closing your weary eyes as you did so.
“In the name of her majesty the Tsaritsa, we will seize control from the gods.” With that you turned, your coat billowing out behind you. You could feel the stares and would be eyes on your back.
“Well said Pierro, so if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my preparations to head to Sumeru. Good evening.” you stated coldly and began to trek down the cold hall and out the door. The resounding noise of the large door opening and closing echoing loudly down to the rest of the harbingers.
Your name slipped dully from the banker’s lips, a frown and knitted brows accompanied his voice “Grief does unimaginable things to a person, poor darling.”
A scoff then a laugh “No, not my love.” Arlecchino eyed the exit from which you left. “They know what must be done and will do it.”
“The Fair Lady was always close to them.” Childe shrugged “I doubt they are taking her death as well as they put on.”
The Mayor hummed quietly, a small and aged hand going to rest on his chin “We are the strongest forces of the fatui, perhaps it has shaken them that one such as us have fallen so gravely.”
A deep guttural hum emitted from the inky black abyss that shrouded Capitano’s face “Dottore will keep an eye on them during their travels to the nation of knowledge.”
“Indeed, I shall.” The Doctor laughed darkly, shaking his head “They shall be fine under my care, rest assured.”
“They better be. I expect many reports from the two of you, and for yours to be truthful.” Pierro warned before he walked off, leaving the way he came.
With not much else to discuss, the rest of the harbingers took their leave as well.
And there you stood on the snowy and windy mountain to say your true last goodbyes as the cathedral was surrounded in ice for the rest of eternity.
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Chapter two; sleepless nights
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Warnings: Exhaustion, possible OOC, overworking, self neglect, I do give y’all a code name a duty I’m sorry T^T Scara is his canon amount of jerk
The ice sets into your heart, but another thing also sets in. The new workload, and being the closest to her it is seen fit that you take over La Signora’s duties for the time being. On top of how yours are heightened, you are drowning in the ocean of paperwork. Who will be your savior.
A/N; I’m so sorry for how long this took lovelies, and the fact it’s lowkey a filler. I’ve been so busy lately with my birthday, friends, and family. I hope you guys like it regardless. And Scara is mentioned, for my scaranation girlies, boys, and nonbinary baes <3 You’ll be in Sumeru next chapter, I won’t torture y’all with the long ass journey lmao.
It was about a week after the play, you mean funeral, for La Signora. You had ended up taking over most of her work, so on top of being your own rank you were also number 8. Which was difficult to juggle with your preparations to head to Sumeru with the doctor and Scaramouche, and not to mention how your own duties have been raised to prepare for your departure as well.
You were unaware why her majesty gave you so much work, but you didn’t have the courage to complain about the crushing workload. Being seen as weak among your fellow soldiers seemed more embarrassing than anything else, and you were more than content to suffer long endless days and nights in order to avoid that.
So that’s how you ended up at the office of the notorious Pantalone, being guided by one of his many secretaries to his personal office. She was blabbering away, telling you how rare it was that he let another harbinger grace his halls. It irked you; you were tired and honestly not here with the pleasantries she was shoving down your throat.
“I think silence would benefit the both of us.” You interrupted her rambles of the newest office gossip, leaving the nuisance of a woman beet red.
“Of course, my lady/lord. My apologies.” She mumbled shyly, casting her eyes down to the pristine wooden floors.
You merely scoffed and waved away her apology, honestly too annoyed to further talk to her. She was beneath you, and so you merely acted as such.
The secretary, Yuki, who used to work under you was surprised and honestly a little hurt. You were different from most harbingers; you were nice and entertained conversation with not only her but most of your staff. Warm and bubbly, but also quiet and somber. But what you weren’t was an elitist that disrespected underlings. She did dully realize that perhaps this was the grief talking and not you.
But in reality, you were too overworked to even notice it was Yuki and not just some random servant that fatui dug up somewhere. Being the Collector, you were the harbinger in charge of obtaining new members as well as indoctrinating them. You chose who would work best with who (which is perhaps why Dottore is so understaffed he multiplied himself) and trained them until they were fit for service. And if you manipulated some poor broke sods so that they saw the fatui as the only way to leave poverty, it wasn’t really your fault. So, you technically knew most of the fatui servants.
“Here we are, Collector.” Her voice brought you out of your sleep deprived daze only slightly. The Collector was your fatui codename, and often interchangeable with your real name.
You just grunted unceremoniously and pushed the door open with little care. You normally weren’t so brass, but you didn’t care anymore.
Pantalone didn’t jump, didn’t even look up from his paperwork, and he didn’t look your way once. And that snapped something inside of your sleep craving brain and you can’t tell if you started crying or seeing red.
“Archons preserve me, Pantalone.” You walked over and slam a hand on his desk. Now that made the banker jump, not expecting it to be you and for you to be so brutal.
“I am very busy; I’ll make this quick.” You hiss, and it became apparent you were indeed crying. Your tears were wetting his paperwork. “I-I just need funding for a project Rosalyne was in the middle of making.” Your speech was a bit slow from exhaustion, but you got it out relatively comprehensible.
Pantalone was surprised, he had never really seen the great collector shed a single tear. You hadn’t cried even when Signora was reported dead, so this surprised him. He didn’t know how overworked you truly were, and you felt weak just crying in front of him.
Wiping your tears, you tried to school your facial expression to that off stoic coldness, and you hoped it worked. Setting down the rather large stack of paperwork you had filled out to authorize the funding, you cleared your throat. “Here is the paperwork, fully completed. Please think about giving me the funding, Lord Pantalone.”
He stood from his desk, but you were already out the door, not wanting to see an ounce of pity on the man’s face. You don't need pity from anyone, you're one of the most powerful people in the world and you can handle your own just fine. You will never need anyone to save you, ever again. You can save yourself now.
Another week passed like this, working everyday with almost no breaks. Dark circles took over your eyes, your skin a sickly pale shade of the original color, and you lost weight in no time. The only food you had time to eat were quick snacks in between the delivery of yet another stack of paperwork after you just finished one. Your voyage to the nation of knowledge was rapidly approaching, and Scaramouche was driving you up the wall with letter after letter of insults.
“Are you really so worthless and stupid as to let yourself rot in order to complete measly papers? How absolutely pathetic. You’re better than that, Collector. Act like it. I’ll see you in a few days, and if you do not look well rested and haven’t eaten, not even Celestia itself will be able to save you from my wraith.” was the newest one, and also the shortest. Which is good, because reading it almost takes up the time you use to eat.
Other harbingers have begun to worry as well, probably Scaramouche overexaggerating your condition to them. How even he himself knew was a mystery to you. Does he have someone sending reports to him? A little creepy, and completely a waste of fatui resources and time. You’ll have to find out who it is and have them punished. They are to report to you, not the goddamn Balladeer.
A knock resonated through your entire office, your desk piled with stacks of paperwork, both finished and not. You simply thought it was one of your servants here to collect and deliver the finished stacks to the right places. No, it was the Doctor. Dottore. Interesting, he must be here for some information regarding the transportation.
“Good evening, Collector.” His raspy voice grated your sensitive nerves. Really any sound got on your nerves now, as tired and as frayed as they are.
“Yes yes, what do you need Dottore?” You snapped, tired voice making the doctor wince at it. Yours wasn’t very clear, maybe a dead mumble at best. And you looked like a dead person walking, your hair was unkept as well as your clothes. You look like death visited you, and you scared it off. Which honestly could have happened, and you just failed to notice.
Your hands twitched uselessly, they were overused from constant writing and the muscles were exhausted. Gripping the quill for which you wrote was painful now, so you had given up after you legitimately failed to grip it tight enough to write.
“Nothing, my dear. Simply came to see you.” He moved closer and took a seat in front of your crowded desk, reclining like this was his office and you were the one visiting. You grit your teeth.
“I’m busy, and you’ll be seeing me for a very long while after tomorrow. All the carriage rides and voyages.” You sigh, leaning back in your own seat. Your back was screaming in your hunched over form, and the relief was not instant like you had hoped. Your back felt tight and painful, just another pain to add to the very long list that has seemed to accumulate.
You narrowed your bloodshot eyes as your fellow harbinger just shrugged, as if you didn’t really deserve much of a explanation. “What’s the harm in beginning a few hours early.”
Now that surprised you. Hours? But how, it was still evening was it not? “Hours?” Your wobbly voice now had an air on uncertainty. You would know if the night and morning had passed already, would you not?
Dottore smirked, much to your chagrin you realized that he already knew. Already knew you were so overworked your inner clock broke down, and you barely know what day it is.
“Yes, hours. Your servants have been endlessly coming in and reminding you, I’m told. They’re packing everything as we speak, my dearest collector.” His voice was mocking you think, but maybe he simply meant to tease you. Still annoyed you to no end.
Leaning forward and wincing as you back felt like it was stabbed at the movement, you grimace “Of course I knew, it was a simple jest is all.” You knew very well you were unconvincing after his smirk widened.
“Of course, very funny.” Was all he supplied, and he stood “It’s a good thing you are so ahead in your paperwork. Are you ready, my lady/lord?”
You did not trust yourself to stand, but you did anyway. And instantly fell to your knees after wobbling. You can’t remember the last time you stood, and your legs were unprepared. You haven’t even stretched them from the sitting position in about two days. Probably while they hurt now too.
“My poor collector.” Dottore tutted as he rounded the desk and picked you up. Damn him and expecting everything you did.
“I’m fine, just a fainting spell.” You lied through your teeth but lacked the energy to truly make it convincing. And damn yourself for being a terrible liar when tired.
He walked out of your office, nodding “I’m sure. I should carry you, just to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He teased again, looking down at you with that damn mask.
For some weird reason the action of him walking while cradling you so gently in his arms seemed to lull you to sleep. Or maybe you were just that exhausted. “Wha…tever.” you breathed out faintly, eyelids fluttering uncontrollably.
He hummed noncommittally in response “I’ll wake you up when we reach the ship.” Damn him, was the last conscious thought you had before your mind fully succumbed to the much-needed slumber plaguing you.
#harbingers x reader#dottore x reader#scaramouche x reader#fatui harbingers#fatui harbingers x reader#lumiwritings#winters' servants#why can't we have nice things#i need more tag ideas#please help i'm so tired
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Nobody else matters
Your love was all encompassing, like a huge tidal wave washing over them and not letting them escape. It was drug that they became addicted to, the feeling of your hands on their body, your lips whether they were chapped or soft, was ecstasy in its purest most undiluted form. Nobody else matters to them, just you and the love you hold for them. They are devoted so unequivocally to you.
Warnings: Slight ooc possibly, light mentions of violence but no gore, partner idealization. Possessive themes on Xiao
Characters: Childe, Pantalone, Xiao
Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax. All these names sound like the sweetest melody when they tumble from your sweet lips, ones he doesn’t ever want to be left unkissed. His duty as a harbinger was demanding on not only him, he realizes, but you and the love you two share. Something so sweet and sticky like honey, that he just can’t remove it from his heart and soul.
On the rarest occasion where he travels somewhere he cannot bring you, whether because it’s too dangerous or too far for your liking, he yearns for you day and night. You’ll encompass his only thoughts, both waking and in dreaming. His duty will lay almost entirely forgotten if not for his underlings' persistent reminders of them.
He missed your touch and sweet words of love, your soft hands patching up his wounds from a battle he had won (in your honor, of course. You are the reason he fights so hard, so that he may come home to you again like always). He swears your beauty surpasses in the divinity of the gods, why you must be one yourself. You simply can’t be a mortal with your blinding beauty and endless patience and softness with him. He may very well thank Celestia now, for bringing you to him.
If he could, he’d shout from the rooftops of every nation that you are his. Any women or ever men stand forgotten when you two ventures out together. They will never, hell they couldn’t, compare to you in his eyes. You are his reason to keep going, to make the tsaritsa’s wish a fact, to make a better world for you. People may think he does this for the glory, but no.
It has been, and always will be, for you.
The Regrater is a mighty harbinger, and the richest man in the whole of Teyvat. Yet he finds his true wealth in you. The way you caress his face with the utmost softness, or how you massage his shoulders after seeing how stiff sitting at his desk all day left them. The small notes you leave him for when he wakes before you and leaves before you do. How you send him lunch when he forgets to eat.
Everything you do leaves his heart and stuttering fool in his chest, his cheeks reddening even if you weren’t there. He did not grow up with much at all, a poor orphan left to fend for himself. But then he met you, showed him how he could lean on you for support when before he could only lick his own wounds or pretend, they weren’t there.
All that makes you so much more than the countless mora he has, or his title in the fatui. You make him feel like he is just Pantalone, and he never realized that’s exactly what he needed. Your warm and awaiting arms are his haven, a world away frim his duties. It’s just you, his truest treasure, and him.
So he shows this in buying you the world, taking you places you could only fantasize about visiting. And Tsaritsa forbid someone slight you, the poor fool will be found and murdered before he can utter a single apology.
He’ll gift you his skull with beautiful exotic flowers decorating it. Because no else will ever matter as much as you, so how dare a lesser being even comprehend the action to slight you?
No, he just won’t stand for it.
This lone yaksha was a distant person, afraid of losing you like he did his family. It took quite the while for him to be comfortable to come to terms with the fact that he has never loved someone as hard and as true as he loves you. So when he realized this, he was always with you. Killing any foes who even looked in the direction you were in. You were so fragile to him, and your actions of softness and love only proved it to him.
They way you softly peppered kisses all around his face, neck, and shoulders. How you would delicately intertwine your fingers in his, treating his hand as if it were a precious gem that would crack if you grabbed too roughly. Or how carefully you would cup his cheeks and tell him you are all you have dreamt of and even more. He finds it funny, as that is how he believes you should be treated.
The soft red of your cheeks when he bluntly states that you were so perfect you completely blindsided him on your first meeting. The way you giggle so serenely as he tells you he will never leave you, you two will be together till the end of time. Perhaps even then.
How could he care about anything other than you? His savior and truest love? He’s lost so many people he closed himself off, but was it not meant to be if you could wiggle yourself into his heart regardless?
No, he will never let you go. You are his, and he is yours. Only you hold the broken heart of his in your hands, and he should be the only one who holds your beautiful and lively one.
#genshin fluff#xiao x reader#childe x reader#pantalone x reader#ajax x reader#xiao x you#pantalone x you#tartaglia x reader#ajax x you#tartaglia x you#lumiwritings
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Chapter 3: We’ve seen enough, but have we really?
Warnings: realistic healing, panic attack, just some heavy themes tbh.
You have travelled for many days and nights, but you have finally arrived at Sumeru. Your heart is still heavy with the ice of grief, but perhaps the sizzling winds will help it thaw...and the sizzling chemistry between your coworkers. You were feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time...until you see an unwelcomed party.
A/N: It has been long awaited, I'm sure. Hopefully you all enjoy!!
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The first thing that shocked you upon leaving the boat was the almost overbearing heat. You were used to harsh coldness and biting winds, not humid heat and sizzling airs. Sumeru was very different from Snezhnaya, that was for sure. The doctor chuckled into your ear, he had been watching your survey of the port with keen but interested eyes.
Trees were what caught your attention first, there weren’t many trees in your homeland because the cold was rather good at killing any fertile farming land. And the rain turned to snow before it even hit the ground, and snow rarely melted fast enough to keep a tree watered. The trees here were lush and filled with different shades of greens and browns. Birds cooed, chirped, and flew in a dance of beauty and grace in the air. It was mesmerizing.
“How do you like it, my dearest collector?” His haughty and deep voice cooed next to you, his eyes, if you were able to see them, were looking at you with a softness unheard of by the mad doctor.
“It’s beautiful…and so alive.” You sighed dreamily. True there was fauna and wildlife in Snezhnaya but it was nothing like this. It wasn’t warm with the sun beating down, just cold and dark. “Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.”
“It is.” Dottore agreed, a slight nod of his head “But all this pales in comparison to you.” He smiled slyly as the color red dusted your cheeks and your eyes widened in surprise.
“I-” You paused, unsure of how to proceed. Dottore, archons, all your coworkers said things like that to you. Pantalone would call you his treasure anytime you saw him, Tartaglia was basically your puppy, Columbina called you her fair dove, Arlecchino was nice to you, the captain called you his darling, Sandrone called you her muse and said you were a masterpiece anytime she saw you. All of it was very weird, now that you think about it. Even Pierro treated you differently, calling you his love and babying you.
Then there was Scaramouche. He was difficult, one minute calling you his lovely doll and saying that Celestia itself was jealous of your beauty. Then going and insulting you to your face and even to other people as well. It was a rollercoaster of emotions with him, but you did miss it. You missed him.
Footsteps echoed on hollow wood, and a scowling face made it’s way into view. “There you are.” Scara’s voice rang out, eyes narrowing in anger. You still looked a bit dead on your feet, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was when you first started your journey. You can’t recall how long the journey was exactly… you slept for most of it. And when you weren’t sleeping, you were eating. That has made you a bit bloated, which Dottore said would go down the more your body got used to regular meals again.
“You look like trash.” Scara stated simply, hands on his hips as if he was a scolding mother. “But better than what I heard you looked like.” He added, still looking rather angry at you. “How on Teyvat could you let yourself get that bad? Are you so weak that just a little more paperwork was enough to throw you for a loop? Absolutely pathetic, you are completely worthless.”
You sighed, this is what you didn’t miss “Scaramouche. Not now.” It wasn’t just a bit of paperwork. It was everything Rosaylne was doing before she died, before her murder and even before her departure to Inazuma.
He hissed and took your hand with uncharacteristic softness, eyeing you with mean but worried eyes “Were you worried about me, Scara?” You asked softly, but you suppose it came off as teasing because the instant you stopped speaking he let go of your hand with pink cheeks and turned away.
“Me? Worried for you?” He scoffed out the words like you had insulted him, which to him you probably did. “Never, I would never worry for someone as lowly as you.” His words held venom, yes, but lacked sincerity as they always do. You wish you could see the soft side of him, you can probably guarantee that it’s better than whatever side of him this is.
“No, of course not.” You agreed after a moment of thought, tilting your head. You decided to change the subject lest he get too annoyed and give you a headache like normal. “How are you liking sumeru, Balladeer?”
He didn’t miss how you used his code name instead of the nickname you always call him, and for some reason that just made him even angrier “it’s Scara to you, you lowly idiot.” he hissed, turning back to you with narrowed eyes. “And i’m liking it just fine. Here, let me show you around.”
You turned your head to look at Dottore, who simply smiled and waved you away with one hand. “Go on now, my dearest. You’ve earned a bit of fun before the work begins.” For some reason that just sent butterflies throughout your entire stomach. But you killed those fluttery bastards and turned away. Never again will someone hold your heart, you will never let anyone hurt you ever again.
“Ok ok, show me.” you relented and let him drag you all around Sumeru to show you his favorite spots, his least favorite spots, and someone named Haypasia. You’re still a bit confused about her, in all honesty. She seems weird, and she makes you feel a dark ugly thing within your heart despite her showing you the utmost kindness.
Sooner than you would have liked, sun was setting, bathing the city in a lovely orange hue as you and Scara walked down one of the many paths side by side. He was talking about something to you, but you stopped paying attention when a rather familiar looking blonde entered your vision two minutes ago. The traveler and their companion Paimon. Her murderer was walking the streets casually, as if the murder of your dearest friend wasn’t hanging off their shoulder like a noose. The familiar and never ending burning of the blood being pumped through your veins sprang to life with an intensity unknown to you.
Scaramouche seemed to notice, his mouth open to presumably tell you off in his aggressive manner before he stopped, eyes finding the same target as you had, and suddenly a vice grip locked around your wrist. He uttered your name, looking more serious than you have seen him be today “We should get back to the boat.” He didn’t state it like a suggestion, and the undertones of his voice made it seem like he was ordering you. “We’ve seen enough today.” He was being truthful, you definitely did see enough today. He had forced you to eat at three different food stalls, and bought you flowers at another 3 street vendors. All of which he was carrying for you in a bag with his other hand.
The want to enact vengeance before the lowly scum even knew what was happening and who you were was strong, oh so strong as the burning only grew steadily in its intensity the more your eyes remained on them. They were laughing and happy, while you had been miserable for weeks. WEEKS.
For some reason tears pricked at your eyes, memories of centuries with Rosalyne flashed by in only seconds, and your bottom lip trembled at the effort to keep in the building sobs. You don’t know why you were acting like this, you promised yourself and her that you wouldn’t do this exact thing. But it was so hard, and seeing the catalyst for all this grief finally broke you.
“Yeah…” You agreed in a broken whisper, shaky eyes trying to look away but stuck. “We have.”
He didn’t need to say anything else, or perhaps he couldn’t think of anything that would make you feel better. He knows that there isn’t enough words in the world, or enough gifts to stop grief weighing down your every step.
All of the warmth you accumulated throughout the day seemed to seep out of you and into the ground, and you felt cold. Cold and empty, like a corpse walking the earth again. You felt worse, if it were even possible. All you could see was Rosalyne, your dearest Rosalyne. And her smile that she saved for you, the feeling of her hands in your hair as she fixed it for you, the sound of her- wait.
Your breath, that once was calm, started coming out in short puffs and breathed in through gasps. Her voice! What did her voice sound like? You were too busy to remember it, how could you forget her voice! The songs she hummed, or the words of encouragement. You knew them all by heart but instead of hearing her voice you heard your own.
Scara looked panicked, purple hues widened as he took in your panicked form. He tried to pick you up, but you locked up and started breathing worse.
Looking around he decided to get Dottore, running off as quickly as he could. Leaving you alone in the shaded ground behind a tree.
You don’t remember the tears, sobs, or wails. All you remembered was that you forgot her voice, her sweet sweet voice.
Cold gloved hands came into contact with your shoulder, and you flinched so violently people would think you were expecting a punch to follow the touch. But the hands didn’t stray, not once as they gently rubbed your shoulders. You think you could faintly hear the sound of a voice, muffled and quiet against the walls of your despair. It sounded almost soothing, but you could barely hear it at all.
You think you heard your name, far away in the distance and not from the voice that seemed to be talking your ear off religiously. Your unfocused eyes shook as you tried to focus on them towards the horizon, the orange turning to a dark black the closer night was upon the land.
Squinting you realized that it was Dottore who seemed to be comforting you, kneeling down in front of your hunched form and seemingly comforting you. You sniffled loudly, hands blindly going to tug at his shirt. You don't know why you were tugging so insistently, but the Doctor shook his head and picked up up. You felt a small pressure against your head at the same you felt a pinch in your arm.
Your watery eyes looked up again, darkness enshrouding your vision. The last thing you did before you blacked out was glare and hopefully curse his family lineage.
Then all that was left is blackness, and her.
#lumiwritings#the doctor x reader#dottore x reader#genshin impact#scaramouche x reader#the ballader x reader#finally uploaded#yall pass out a lot
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AWW THE MH PFP!! I SCREAMED TODAY WHEN I FOUND OUT TORALIE WAS SHOWN FOR THE NEW MOVIE
I ALSO ADORE SCARA <33 HES MY FAV, I prefer if our rank isn’t said, it gives me more imagination for the story
I LOVE MONSTER HIGH SO MUCH!! AND I AM SO HYPED FOR THE NEW MOVIE!!
I was thinking of ways to establish your role within the fatui, and I realized that mentioning who wasn't a part of the fatui when you joined. Of course, you can imagine your rank to be anything you'd prefer!! But I have made the decision that you did join before Childe, and joined around the same time as Signora!! Seeing how Signora is a relatively low rank but being in the fatui for years (another example would be Scara, he;s been in the fatui for centuries) so I hope this is a good compromise. It's not impossible to be whatever rank you want to be, but still being older and more experienced than the newer harbingers. I don't wanna give too much away just yet!!
Thank you for the answer Anon!! I hope you stick around to read Winters' Servants (and don't worry, Scara is pretty prominent, i won't skimp out on him he's also one of my favs!!)
#pantalone x reader#lumiwritings#childe x reader#capitano x reader#ajax x reader#arlecchino x you#columbina x reader#sandrone x reader#fatui harbingers x reader#fatui x reader#Winters' servants
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Winters’ Servants Masterlist
Chapters:
Chapter one: Grief Encompasses
Chapter two; Sleepless Nights
Chapter three: We’ve Seen Enough, but Have We Really?
Extra:
A little explanation of ranks
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Welcome Home Masterlist
Rainbow Factory Wally:
Jealous jealous jealous boys and girls: Your partner is jealous. How do they react?
Late Nights into Early Mornings: Your husband is terrible at coming to bed at a decent time, so now you have to drag him to bed with you
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I love how dottores first reaction to reader having like a panic attack/mental breakdown is just to fucking stab them with something to force them to sleep, just "oh, nope, don't.. don't cry, there there.. uh.. just go to sleep that'll be fine" not even taking them to the boat or living arrangements first just straight to forced naptime
hehehehe yeah!! i try to keep in mind that all the harbingers, or at least Dottore, are really bad people. And even though they adore reader, still act like bad people. Dottore didn't see reader calming down anytime soon so forced naptime it is!!
It also made me giggle, next chapter we'll see how Scara and others react! It'll be so funny!!
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Welcome Home
HOTD
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More coming soon <3
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Logan Howlett (Wolverine):
X-Men HCS: general hcs
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X-Men HCS: general hcs
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X-Men HCS: general hcs
Jean Grey:
X-Men HCS: general hcs
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Leliana:
Jealous jealous jealous boys and girls: Your partner is jealous. How do they react?
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