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Could I request this ⬆️ but with Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli? Also, reader actually steps up and nearly goes apeshit with the "friend".

No angst, please!

Alright, alright, I heard you loud and clear. I'm trying my best for readers part, but I can't promise anything.

Also, this escalated quite a bit... hope none of you mind the length of this thing. I just don't know how to keep things short and simple

Characters included: Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli

Content: Gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for your best friend; she tries to convince them to dump reader; some cursing; slightly suggestive on Ayato's part; not proof read yet!

Word count: 7.9k words

As always, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!

Ayato

I feel like Ayato is a man who would get into a relationship for one of two reasons

Number one would be it being a political type of thing, where the relationship and potential marriage would greatly benefit the Yashiro commission

Or he would not even consider the commission and just date you purely because he fell instantly in love with you and really just wants to court you

but regardless of what the reason might be, he would be loyal to you under any circumstances

he knows that there are many people out there who want to be on his good side, some of them even after his wealth and status

and yet, he would fight off anyone who would dare court him while being in a relationship with you

in that aspect, he learned a great deal from Thoma, so you better be grateful to him

It was a typical slow, mentally draining day for Ayato as the Yashiro commissioner yet again. Many people come to him with their problems, expecting him to magically have the solutions for them at the ready. It's not like he is some kind of know-it-all magician, capable of solving every little issue in this world. Yet people obviously believe him to be exactly that.

Honestly, it's exhausting most of the time. It was quite common for him to work late into the night, like it happened today again. When he finally leaned back a bit to stretch his sore back, he heard a soft knock on his office door. Knowing who would await him at the other side, he mumbled a soft "come in".

You slid the door open, revealing the form of your boyfriend to you. Instantly noticing his tired expression, you went to his side, gently holding his face in your hands.

"You have been working too much", you say after a long while of each of you staring into the others eyes.

You hear a low chuckle from him as he closes his eyes, and leans more into your touch. Having yearned for it the entire day and now finally being able to enjoy it again was one of the best feelings in the world to Ayato.

"You're right, my dear. As you are so often. How about we retreat for today?"

You were inclined to accept his offer, but just as you were about to do so, you remembered one other crucial detail.

"We can, after you eat something. You haven't done that today, have you?"

And as if to betray him, his stomach made a low rumbling sound just as Ayato was about to tell you a little white lie, that it wasn't so bad. Instead, he looked away from you as you giggled at the perfect timing.

"See? Now, you clean up here while I go and get you some light snack. Let's meet in our room, okay?"

He agrees and you gave him a quick kiss to the tip of his nose as a parting gift, before you made your way out of the room, silently, as to not disturb the other servants and residents from their slumber.

Ayato looks after you and as you're out the door, begins to make quick work of his tasks. It's not much to do anyways. Just pack away his writing utensils, stack and organize a few stray documents that he will worry about the next day.

While in the middle of doing this, he heard a soft knock on the door again. Ayato wonderd to himself why you would need to knock when you agreed to meet back at your room. And also, you two should be the only ones awake at this hour anyways.

Still, he answeres the knock with a simple "Yes?". Instead of an answer, the door to his office slid open again, but this time revealing a different figure to him.

He recognized her, a servant of the Yashiro Commission and also a dear friend to you. Though, he did wonder why she was awake at this hour as well.

"Do you need something?", he asked her as she just stood there, not saying a word.

"I... saw that the light was still on and just wanted to check on you, Lord Kamisato. It's getting quite late. Are you alright?"

"I see. I appreciate your concern, but I am quite alright. I'll be retiring for the night shortly."

After he said that, her eyes seemed to light up, but she quickly tried to hide it.

"O-oh, is that so?", she quielty mumbled as she took a few steps into the room, towards Ayato. He eyed her suspiciously, but refrained from saying or doing anything. She stopped in her tracks when she was standing only a few inches away from him.

"Do you want me to keep you company for the night?", she whispered, trying to sound seductive while she put one of her hands on Ayato's chest and looked up at him through her lashes.

In response to that, Ayato quickly snatched her wrist, holding her in a tight grip. Although, she seemed to interpret that gesture the wrong way, as a smile krept up her lips.

"Oh? That eager, Lord Kamisato?"

"You do know that I have a spouse, right?", he said firmly, still holding her wrist tightly.

"Oh please. As if someone as boring as (name) could ever please a man like you. You can admit it, you know. I can see that they are not enough for you. You can have so much more fun with me.", she purred at him, now putting her other hand on his chest.

It made Ayato want to throw up. Every fiber of his body was repulsed by this woman, her words and her actions. He just wanted to deal with this situation as quickly as possible, to get away from her and return to the comfort of your arms. He didn't care if he came across as rude, he did not care for her feelings. After all, she did just insult you in front of him, and he would not stand for that.

So, Ayato finally let go of her hand and took a step back to gain some distance between them. However, that didn't seem to appease her, as she was quick to follow him, that wicked smile still present on her lips. In that case, he had to resort to words as his weapon of choice against this woman.

"Stop this nonsense right now. I have no idea where you got the impression that I am the slightest bit interested in you, but that assumption is just wrong. Plus, I am not the type of man to just go behind my partners back like that."

"Aww, come on. Don't be such a killjoy. Plus, they don't have to know. I won't say anything if you don't~"

"Well, I already know. How about that?", you suddenly chime in, both Ayato and the woman jumping a bit at the sudden sound of your voice behind them. You were leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of you and a dark expression on your face, directed at the person you thought to be a friend of yours.

"I was wondering what took you so long, dear. If I had known you were trying to fend off some filthy pest, I would have come to your rescue sooner.", you continued as neither of them said anything at your entrance. Your words and expression briefly becoming warmer as they were directed towards your lover, but quickly turning dark again when you turned back to the woman in front of you.

You waited a few more seconds, waiting for her to come up with some kind of excuse or something, but nothing came. So, you sighed, pushing yourself off the doorframe and slowly approaching the two of them.

"Glad that I finally got to see your true character. I always thought something was off about you, but still, I never would have taken you for one of those people." Your tone was low and dark, as you came to a halt in front of her.

"Now, you better screw off before I loose the last bit of my temper. And you better never approach any of us again, you hear me, bitch?"

You spat the last few words at her and she quickly ran out of the room, leaving you and Ayato behind. You looked after her for a few more seconds, before a deep sigh finally left your lungs and you turned around to your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a smirk on his lips.

"What?"

"Oh nothing... But, I have to admit, you're cute when you're jealous, (name)."

"Pffft, please. Me? Jealous? Of her? When I'm the one already dating you and having you all to myself?", you laughed, slowly beginning to relax again.

And Ayato still smirked as he began to lean down towards you. "True, I do belong to you. But maybe, it's time you lay claim on me again for everyone else to see as well.", he mumbled before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, a promise for the night in front of you..

Kaeya

Kaeya is a flirt, you and everyone else is very much aware of that fact

though when in a relationship, he would tone down that side of his personality. It's not completely gone, but compared to before it's like you're looking at an entirely different person

but you don't dislike this teasing and flirty side of him. It's part of his charm after all. So long as it's always directed at you and no one else..

Most people would believe Kaeya is more the type to play around than to actually bind himself to another. They also don't believe him to be a loyal person

Well, those people couldn't be farther from the truth. Because of his past, Kaeya is afraid of letting people close to him again. So if you were to manage to do just that and gain his trust.. you best believe that he will never let you go again, no matter what might be thrown his way

The music that was playing in the background of the tavern was as loud as usual. Kaeya was used to it at this point, the comfort of the Angel's Share being as trusted of a companion as the sword by his side.

It was a routine by now that he would swing by the tavern after his duties as a knight had been dealt with for the day. Usually, he would sit at the counter with either Venti or Rosaria to keep him company, sometimes even both at the same time. Those instances were always sure to escalate, so he was kinda glad it didn't happen too often.

Today however, neither of his usual companions were available, so he was doomed to sit at the counter all by himself. But that was quite alright, since he didn't plan on drinking that much anyways. After all, he was merely here to pass time waiting on you to finish your work, so he could take you on the date he promised to take you on today after you both were free.

But since he was done much sooner than you were, he had some time to kill, and the tavern was the first thing that came to his mind. So, he went to your place of work, to let you know that he would meet you there once you were done.

As Kaeya downed his second drink of the evening, he pointed for Charles, the barkeeper, to get him another one, while listening to the music some bard was playing. He was standing next to the entrance and Kaeya had to admit, that his music was rather good. It was a cheery, easygoing melody that went well with the laughter all across the tavern.

It seemed to be one of the bussier nights for the staff of the Angel's Share, seeing as the tavern was packed full of people, some of them already quite intoxicated even though it was still a fairly early evening.

Still, the loud atmosphere was relaxing to Kaeya and he only stopped looking around himself when his next drink was handed to him. Thanking Charles with a nod, Kaeya grabbed the mug and downed a few more sips, when he suddenly got a well-known feeling..

The feeling of being watched.

He tried scanning around the interior of the tavern again without looking conspicuous, but couldn't detect anyone who seemed to be watchful of him.

When the feeling subsided again, Kaeya also began to relax again. He hadn't realized how on edge he became just from that, so he let out a deep exhale. It did make him feel a bit better, but only for a few seconds, before he felt a presence now occupying the free stool next to him.

He turned his head towards that person, cautious of he he might find, when he recognized the figure to be your best friend.

Now, normally, any other person would relax upon seeing a familiar face, but not Kaeya. Not in this situation.

He always had a suspicion, that she was into him. She never made any advances towards him, but that could have been because you were always there with him. Kaeya had never been alone with her until now. And with the way she was eyeing him up and down while smirking at him, he was inclined to think that his suspicion was, indeed, correct.

"Well, would you look at that. What's the cavalry captain of the knights doing here, in this tavern, all by himself?", she began to speak. It was easy for Kaeya to detect the slight slur in her voice, indicating that she already had quite a few drinks already.

Still, he decided to play nice with her and entertain the both of them for the time being. Maybe some company wouldn't be so bad and he did still harber some hope that his assumption could be wrong after all.

"Enjoying a drink, obviously. What else would one be doing at a tavern?", he answered, the usual polite smile returning to his face. To everyone else, it might come across as sincere, but you now know that there was a difference. For a real, sincere smile coming from Kaeya was quite a rarity. But, the woman across him didn't know that, so she happily induldged in the conversation.

"Obviously, I know that. But, why all alone? I never see you without a certain someone accompanying you." Her words carried a distinct amount of poison in them when mentioning you. It didn't sit right with Kaeya at all.

"Oh, I'm actually waiting on them to finish their work. I promised them a date so that't where I'm taking them."

At the mention, her smile dropped and the look on her face changed to an annoyed one. "Seriously? God, Kaeya! When are you finally gonna dump her?!", she snapped at him, standing up from her stool so she could stand in front of him, mere inches away from him.

"Excuse me?", was all Kaeya was able to say, trying to lean back as much as possible to create space between them, but she didn't care for that. Instead, she got even closer, dangerously so, and Kaeya was beyond uncomfortable with the situation.

"You heard me. I wanted you since I first laid my eyes on you, but you never acknowledged me. And as soon as (name) comes along, you're all over them and completely ignore me!

I hate them so much! When are you finally gonna realize that I would be so much better for you? Just dump their lazy ass, they're never gonna be something big anyway. Come to my side, Kaeya!" As she said all that, she simultaneously began to claw on his clothes. Kaeya tried to push her away, but it seems that people were right when they said that drunk people seem to gain some kind of unexplainable strength.

"Are you out of your mind? NO! Now get off of me!", he yelled instead, still trying to get himself free. But she ignored it, instead reaching behind his neck and pushing his head down, trying to force a kiss onto him.

"AHH!", she yelled not even a second later, both in surprise and pain as her head got pulled back by her hair suddenly. She managed to pull herself free and both her and Kaeya were surprised to see you standing there, now putting yourself between the woman and your boyfriend. A furious look on your face, you seemed like you were about to loose your temper.

"He already said no, you bitch. You're really going so far as to assault someone because you don't get it your way? That's a new low, even for you." Your voice was ice cold and Kaeya shivered a bit from it, but he also had to admit that he did like this protective side of you. It was something he didn't get to see very often.

"I was just trying to safe him from your pityful grasp. He deserves someone better!"

"You mean, someone better like you? Come on, don't make me laugh. Who in their right mind would want a dirty street rat like you?", you lauged at her as she looked at you with shock. "Now fuck off before I completely loose myself."

That last sentence from you came out completely serious and cold, both her and Kaeya knew that you would not hesitate another second to fight her off if you had to. With one last, longing look at the man behind you, she grabbed her stuff and ran out the tavern door, leaving the two of you behind.

You let out a loud sigh as she was finally gone, turning around to Kaeya. "Are you okay?", you asked him, worry now written all over your face.

He smirked a bit, slipping out of his stool so he now stood in front of you, leaning down so he could put a hand to your cheek. "I am.", he whispered, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thanks for fending her off. That was really sexy."

You rolled your eyes at that, but didn't say anything against it. Instead, you pulled Kaeya in for a soft, sweet kiss. Both of you smiled before you finally made your way out of the tavern and to where Kaeya promised to take you.

Diluc

Oh boy.. I really love Diluc, but let's be honest here.. he has a lot of issues, that would directly pass over to the relationship, if he ever were to enter one

abandonment issues, trust issues, self worth.. Diluc has a lot of struggles

he makes sure to let you know beforehand, so you can back out of it if it's too much for you to handle. He won't go into any details, but he gets his point across

Now, if you decide to stay with him and help him work through all this, he would be head over heels in love with you. For someone to know everything about him, including his bad sides, and still deciding to stay with him?

He honestly never thought this would happen to him. Which is why he's all the more glad that you stayed and proved him wrong

It was the late afternoon and Diluc was still in the process of getting himself ready and presentable.

Today was the day of your one year anniversary and he had promised to take you on a cute little stargazing picnic. He had been looking forward to this day the entire week, trying to finish as much of his work as early as possible, so that nothing would come in the way today.

He checked his outfit over one more time in the mirror, looking for any holes or other form of dirt, but couldn't find anything. Then, he moved on to his hair, trying to tie it into a high ponytail. He knew that you loved it when he wore his hair like that, and he didn't mind it either way, so why not.

After all, Diluc wanted to spoil you today. Although technically this day is for the both of you, he just couldn't help but want to make it all about you. Because, after all, you were the one who chose to stay with him. To love him and show him that it was okay for him to love you as well.

It took some time, and he is still nowhere near a perfect partner for you, but he is trying. And you always tell him that him trying is more than enough for you and that you couldn't and would never ask anything more than that from him.

Diluc was so glad that you stumbled your way into his life. It may sound cliché, but he truly has no idea where he would be in life if you weren't there by his side to help guide him in the right direction.

Dare he even say, it was also thanks to you and your effort, that he is now slowly starting to reconcile with Kaeya. Their relationship was still rocky after years and years of miscommunication and suppressed feelings, but it was slowly starting to pick up and move into a... better direction, for lack of a better word.

He had so much to thank you for, and he swore to pay you back for it every day of his life that he got to spend with you. You would forever be the best thing to happen in his life, and he didn't care how down bad that sounded.

As he was finally done with preparations, and giving himself one last glance through the mirror, a soft knock on the door brought him out of his head and back into reality. Confusion written over his face even more, as Adelinde opened the door and walked a few steps into the room.

"My apologies, Master Diluc, but it would seem that you have a visitor. I informed her of the bad timing and to come back another time, but she insisted. I directed her towards your study room, she is waiting for you in there.", she informed him, her head lightly bowed down.

"Thank you, Adelinde. I will deal with them shortly.", Diluc answered, though obviously annoyed at the situation.

Why today? And why now?

All he wanted was for you and him to spend a nice evening together. And now someone wasn't even going to allow him that? Not if he had a say in it. He would just go in there and deal with the visitor swiftly, then make his way to Mondstadt, where he promised to pick you up.

Once he made sure that he was presentable so he wouldn't have to return to his room again, he went out and closed the door behind him. He walked quickly, having a goal already in his mind, so he wanted this situation to be over as soon as possible.

He gave to quick knocks to the door of his study room, to inform the person inside of his arrival, before opening the door and stepping inside.

Upon his entry, a woman who until now had been sitting in one of the comfortable armchairs stood up, facing his way. It took Diluc a moment, but he soon recognized the figure as a close friend of yours. He saw her from time to time, but he never had much to do with her, they never had an extended talk or conversation, so Diluc had no idea why she was here now and what she could want from him.

"You came..", she said, like she couldn't actually believe it.

"It would be quite rude of me to just leave a guest and not greet them, wouldn't it? So, please, state your business with me. And, not to sound rude, but please make it quick. I have somewhere important to be in a bit."

"That's why I'm here..", she mumbled quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!", she exclaimed, a little startled. Trying to mask her nervousness with a chuckle, she began to play with her hair while looking everywhere else but at the man standing in front of her.

A good minute passed without her saying anything else and Diluc was growing more and more annoyed with her. Was she just here to waste his time?

"Look, if you have nothing to discuss with me, then-!"

"No! I- I mean, I do have something to discuss. I just.. don't know where to start..", she got quiet near the end again, making it hard for Diluc to understand her, but he did.

"If this will require more time, I have to ask you to move it to another day. I really don't have the time right now.", Diluc simply replied, already kind of mad at her that he wasted more time here than he had to. He turned around and was about to leave, when the woman behind him spoke up again.

"I like you!", she yelled, which caused Diluc to halt in his steps and turn to look at her, a bewildered look on his face.

"What did you say?"

"I like you, Diluc. I have for a long time. But I never had the courage to tell you and then (name) got in the picture. Honestly, I hated them the moment you and them got together.

They took you from me! It should be me by your side, not them! I deserve you so much more than some pesky lowlife like them!", she still yelled, but was now slowly moving towards Diluc.

The man, still surprised by what was happening right now, didn't move away, and she apparently took that as a sign to continue on her little rant.

"I know you think that you love them, but trust me, you don't. You may feel like that now, but I am the one meant for you. I can make you so much happier than you could ever think. Just give me a chance, Diluc.", she pleaded as she arrived in front of him.

She extended an arm, about to lay her hand on his shoulder, when he suddenly caught her wrist mid air. His grip was tight, and the look he threw at her full of disgust. She flinched a bit as she saw that, but still tried to stand her ground.

"Listen closely", Diluc said, his tone hard and cold, as he looked into her eyes, unforgiving. "(Name) will forever be the only one for me. No one else could ever hope to come close to what they mean to me. Especially not you. The fact that you came here, to berate and talk bad about someone who thinks of you as their friend, trying to steal their lover away. And for what? Some silly illusion you created in your head?

My top priority will always be (name). No one will ever come inbetween me and them, no matter what you might say or come up with."

He quickly let go of her wrist now, like her skin was suddenly made out of some kind of acid and it burned him on the touch. The look of disgust still evident on Diluc's face, as he took a step back towards the door.

"Now, please excuse me but I have a date to go on with my lovely parnter. And just to be perfectly clear, I would advise you to stay away from them and me from now on. And if I were to catch wind of you putting out rumors about them, I will not hesitate to act against you."

With that being his parting words, Diluc left the study room and made his way down to the main hall, where Adelinde was waiting down by the stairs.

"Please escort our guest out of the mansion as soon as possible. And make sure to let the other staff know that she is not welcome back here anymore.", Diluc informed Adelinde, who bowed her head in understanding.

"As you wish, Master Diluc. I wish you a pleasant night.", she said, before making her way up the stairs.

After that, Diluc left the mansion and made his way back to the city of Mondstadt. He appreciated the walk, as he was able to clear his head a bit before he would see you again, which was just what he needed after that encounter.

Once he arrived and saw you waiting for him by the fountain, all the negative emotions within him washed away again, his heart feeling at peace.

He greeted you with a soft kiss, which you reciprocated. He took you with him to Windrise, where the two of you would have your picnic. On the way there, he told you all about what had happened just about a few hours prior to your reunion.

It was fair to say that you considered the friendship with her to be over and you thanked Diluc over and over again for defending you, while also apologizing to him that he had to deal with that in the first place. But not to worry, because you made it more than up with the cuddles he got from you afterwards.

Childe

Childe is a family person through and through

Like, they have the final say wether his relationship whit you would last or not. Not in the sense of approval, more like if you get along with his parents and siblings

If they like you and you also get along with them well, he would be over the moon

also has a pretty high rank thanks to his position as a fatui harbinger, so people know not to mess with either of you, unless they want to be punished

Childe, I think, is actually one of the most loyal Genshin boys

He would stop at absolutely nothing to ensure your safety and to make you feel loved. The only way he would allow this relationship to end, is if either one of you would be to fall out of love with the other. But, at least for his part, that probably won't ever happen

Since his return to Snezshnaya a few days ago, Childe has been stuck in his office at the fatui headquarters. It was required of him to finalize his reports on his latest missions, which meant for him to sit in his office the entire day, write paper after paper, then return home in the evening, only to resume the process the next day.

It has been tiring for him. He never would have thought that dealing with paperwork could be this tiring. No wonder the higher ranking harbingers all have some kind of sectretary who do that work for them.

In fact, Childe has been so tired out from writing these reports, that he didn't get any proper training in these days. Instead, he always returned right back home to your side, almost always falling on top of you on the couch. If it weren't for you keeping him somewhat coherent, he would instantly pass out on the couch, not to be woken up until the next morning. You gently kept him awake long enough for him to take a shower and eat dinner with you, before you both went to bed together, where Childe hugged you even closer to him.

It has become some kind of new routine at this point and although you didn't mind it all that much, you clearly saw how exhausted your boyfriend was from all this. Even more so since he wasn't able to pursue his usual stress relief with the training.

You could clearly see how tired he still was, sitting next to you eating his breakfast, his eyes looking almost blank and lifeless. It made your heart ache at the sight.

"So.. do you know how much longer it'll take until you've finished all the reports?", you cautiously asked, not wanting to stress him out even more in the early morning hours.

"At least a few more days..", Childe quietly answered, the weariness clearly evident.

You thought about what you could do to make him feel a little better, at least, when an idea sparked in your head.

"Well, I can't really help you with your work, but, if you want to, I could bring you lunch today. Your mom taught me how to make your favourite."

At that, his eyes visibly brightened up as he looked at you. "Really? When did that happen?"

"While you were out on your mission in Liyue. I had some time on my hand and I thought it would be a nice surprise but I didn't get around to making it yet.", you answered, glad that such a simple thing was able to cheer your boyfriend right back up.

He got up and engulfed you in a big hug, placing little kisses all over your face. "Thank you, (name). I love you so much."

You giggled as you guys spend the rest of your morning together before it was time for Childe to leave again.

...

His mood this day was by far better than the days before, and his underlings had no idea wether that was a good thing or if their impending doom was approaching them.

But as more hours went by and nothing drastic had happened yet, they decided that it had to be something good.

Childe was constantly humming in his office, the writing part was getting much easier now that he got a hang of it. The occaissonal troop came into his office every now and then, awaiting for new orders from him.

He dealt with them every time before resuming his reports until one particular group came to him. He knew one of the members better than the others, namely because it just so happened that she was a friend of yours, who joined the ranks of the fatui a few weeks ago.

She got assigned under Childe, but they haven't really been working together yet, as shortly after he was sent out to his mission on Liyue, which took him a few weeks to finally complete. And since then, he had been locked up here.

Anyway, back to the present. The leader of that small group gave a quick report to Childe, informing him of their accomplishments. The harbinger only nodded, listening to them.

"Alright, sounds good. For now, I want you guys to go to the training grounds. Improve on your strenghts and get rid of your weaknesses. This will be your task for the following week. After that time, you will face me in battle again, to assess your progress.

That would be all.", he said to dismiss them. They all hurriedly made their way out of the room, except for one member of the group. The woman stood still in front of Childe, and it took him a moment to realize that she was still standing there.

"Hmm? Was there something else you needed?"

"Well.. I have a bit of a personal question, if you would allow it, Lord Harbinger.", she answered respectfully, bowing her head at him a bit.

Childe thought it over for a second, but didn't think anything bad of her request, so he allowed her to ask her question.

"Thank you. It's about (name)", she said and the mention of your name both set him on edge and also brought a small smile to his face. You just had that effect on him every time, even after months of dating already.

"What is it that you see in them? Why are you with them? I just don't understand it."

"What about it don't you understand?", Childe asked, bewildered as he sensed the obvious hostility she seemed to harbour when talking about you.

"I mean, they're just so boring and bland. I don't get what you see in them. Surely they can't be enough to satisfy you. You could have anyone else, you have so many better options. Why them?"

After her little rant was over, Childe stood up from his place behind his desk, walked around in front of it, and leaned against the table, crossing his arms in front of him.

"And let me guess.. you think you would be better suited for me than them, am I right?"

She nodded as she took a step forward, towards him, but one ice cold glare from Childe let her freeze in place. But she got her composure back quickly, returning his gaze.

"I do.", she stated, holding her chin up high, trying to look more confident than she currently felt.

Childe continued to look at her a few more seconds, before averting his eyes and sighing in disappointment.

"I think I've heard enough. Just so you know, you could never be enough for me. (Name) is more than enough, they are the perfect match for me. And I'm most definitely not about to give up on that for some random chick that decides to throw herself at me.

Anything you want to add, (name)?"

The last sentence was said a bit louder by Childe, knowing that you had been standing outside the door and listening in on the conversation. Upon mentioning you, you entered the room and by the surprised look on the womans face, she didn't realize that you were actually present.

"Not really, I think you already made yourself perfectly clear.", you said, your look at her as cold as Childe's was.

"We're over. Can't believe I ever was friends with someone like you.", was the only thing you felt like adding to the situation, before the woman ran out of the room without another word, feeling utterly humiliated.

You and Childe both looked after her, before looking at each other. Then you guys burst out into laughter at how ridiculous this entire situation was.

After you had calmed down again, you guys shared the food that you made for him in his office, you sitting on his lap since he wouldn't allow you to sit anywhere else. It was safe to say that Childe acted a bit more clingy with you for the next few days.

Zhongli

It has been quite some time since Zhongli's last relationship and even though he has an understanding of the principles, the more intimate details of it are kind of lost on him

have some patience with him and teach him the ropes of it again and you will be rewarded with one of the most loving and caring partners one could ever wish for

he also tends to be a little bit on the jealous side, but he means no harm in it. He knows you're more than capable of standing up for yourself, but he can't help it. He is your partner after all, it's only natural he wants to protect you

Also a very loyal man. If he chooses a partner, he stays with them through all the good and bad times until the bitter end. Whatever form that end will take..

Zhongli let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with his work for the day. Who knew that the work of a consultant could be this demanding?

Hu Tao had him staying late for the past two weeks, since, as she said, work had been piling up and she needed all the help she could get.

While you were understanding of the situation, not minding him coming home later to help out his boss, Zhongli did mind it very much.

Because now, work kept getting in the way of his quality time with you. While he was stuck here, he could be home with you, snuggling up on the couch, or out on a date with you.

Come to think of it, it had been quite some time since you two last went on one. Perhaps he should take you out to Wanwen Bookhouse again, with a nice dinner afterwards at Liuli Pavilion. That sounded like a good idea.

Still thinking about this, and possible other locations where he could take you to, he continued to tidy up his workplace, so that he could finally leave as soon as he was done with that.

Hu Tao had already left earlier today, claiming she would be gone for some type of commission and left him the keys to lock the place up after he was done for the day.

Once he was done cleaning up, he went outside and locked the door, putting the keys into his pocket to keep them safe. He would return them to Hu Tao again once his well deserved weekend would be over. Oh, how he longed to spend those blessed days enveloped in your arms, hoping you would never let go of him again.

Gazing up at the sky, he noticed that it was still quite early. He still did some overtime, but he did get off earlier today than the days prior. So, Zhongli decided on the spot to surprise you with some of your favourite food.

He went over to Wanmin Restaurant, which coincidentaly was also on the way to your shared house, to pick up something to eat for the both of you.

Upon approaching the vendor, Chef Mao immediatly recogniced the man.

"Ah, Mister Zhongli! Good evening! The usual?", he asked in a cheery tone, to which Zhongli agreed to.

While waiting for his food to be done, he took place on one of the stools outside the building, looking around the streets. It wasn't quite as busy as it was during the day, but there were still fairly many people out and about, doing their business.

"Hey! Zhongli!", a voice greeted behind him, so the man turned around to see a dear friend of yours approaching him and taking place next to him on an empty stool.

Zhongli gave her a gentle smile, not minding her presence at all. Maybe some company would be good for the time he had to keep waiting for the food to be done.

"Good evening. What brings you here on this fine day?", he asks her, trying to engage in some small talk with her.

"Oh, nothing much. I was just out for a walk when I saw you sitting here all alone.", she smiled, leaning a bit closer to him. Zhongli noticed this, but didn't think anything of it, which is also why he didn't say anything about it.

"Ah, yes. I am merely waiting for it to be done cooking, so that I can surprise (name) with it at home. I have been working late for the past two weeks so I hope she will accept this small piece of apology."

Upon mentioning your name, he noticed how her expression turned a bit sour, but it was gone so quickly the next second that he thought he just imagined it.

"Is that so..", she mused, seeming to be lost deep in thought.

After that, the conversation died out and a sort of uncomfortable silence fell between Zhongli and your friend. Not knowing what to best do in this kind of situation, he just remained silent, still patiently waiting.

A few more minutes passed and finally, Chef Mao came to Zhongli again, this time with two containers of food in his hands.

"Here you go. Sorry it took so long, busy day today."

"Not a problem.", Zhongli reassured him as he handed the man his money. He was about to say his goodbyes to your friend, when she suddenly grabbed him by the arm.

"Wait!", she said, suddenly having a form of urgency to her voice that made him halt.

"Yes? What is it?"

"I... I want you to break up with (name)!", she exclaimed, shocking Zhongli with her words. Why would he say such a thing.

The confusion obviously written all over his face, the woman sighed as she got even closer to him.

"I am in love with you, Zhongli. And I want to be with you. I don't care if I start out as just a side chick for you, so long as you break up with them and choose me in the long run.

Trust me, you'll see for yourself just how inferior (name) is to me in every aspect of life. Bet they aren't even any good in bed. I know you're not satisfied with them, so why not enjoy yourself with a little fun on the side?"

Zhongli couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew how much you trusted her, so for her to betray that trust you put in her so easily, it made his heart ache for you. But it also made him furious. How dare she talk about you like that in front of him? You were everything to him, and you were definitely more than enough.

Anger slowly krept its way up inside him, being more and more evident in the way his gaze turned cold and his hands tightly gripped the containers he was holding.

But before he could let his anger out on that woman, he heard an all too familiar voice call his name. "Zhongli!"

There you were standind, a few feet away from them and slowly walking over to your boyfriend.

"Hey (name)!", the woman cheerfully said, putting on a seemingly perfect act in front of you, being all nice and friendly again, like she wasn't just trying to steal Zhongli away from you.

"What a surprise to see you here. We were just talking about-!"

"About how you want to be the side piece of my boyfriend? Yeah, I heard that.", you said in a very matter-of-fact way, it caught her completely off guard.

"Huh?", was all she was able to get out, a look of bewilderment present on her face. You, however, have heard enough and you were done with her.

So, you only rolled your eyes at her, before lowering your voice, trying to sound as intimidating as you could. "Listen here, you bitch. He is taken. You had all the time and chances before I met him, and now, he is mine.

So back the fuck off before I go off on your fake ass face."

Panic now written all over her face, she took a few steps back. "You wouldn't.. You're crazy!"

"Oh, but I would.", you growled, taking a step forward, which finally caused her to turn around and run away from the two of you.

Relieved, you let out a sigh and turned around to your boyfriend, who had witnessed the entire scene.

"Sorry you had to deal with that.", you apologized sheepishly, gaze now turned to the ground.

"Don't apologize, my dear. After all, I should be the one apologizing to you, since you just lost a friend because of me. But, I do want to say, I hope you know that I would never choose someone else over you."

"I know that.", you nodded as you looked up at him, offering him a warm and loving smile. Ahh, how he had missed that smile the entire day. He just had to lean down and give you a soft kiss, which you very gladly reciprocated.

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lulucutie2nitexd · 7 months

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Can request some genshin men(your choice)with a s/o who can't cry. Like even when they are sad and wants to cry they can't. If you don't write for multiple characters you can choose anyone you want to. Thanks.

Yeah totes! Hope you enjoy🤍

Sorry for late response btw I got caught up in ROTC

Genshin men x reader who can't cry

Angst / comfort

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

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(spun on a wheel contains: Nuevillete, Lyney, Kaeya, Tighnari, Xiao and Thoma)

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!!not proof read!!

Scenario: Reader had a bad day but can't let out the pent up frustration.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Nuevillette

He cries for You.

Although it may not look like it, Nuviluette is truly an emotional man. Especially when his significant other is upset. You both lay on the bed, You curled up against him while he holds you tightly in attempt to comfort you. You want to cry but tears won't spill, leaving you in absolutely agony. Your lover can't help but get emotional at the sight, his eyes watery as he cuddles you. He apologizes but he still can't help it. All he wishes of is for You to be happy again. He's really trying his best. He ordered snacks and little gifts in attempt to cheer you up. When the maid delivers them he is the one to answer. Presenting you with the little gift he tried his best to make you happy, smiling at you and speaking in his gentle tone "My dear, I have gotten You a gift. "Please allow me to treat You during this unfortunate time."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Lyney

He understands You.

Lyney, who grew up in the House of Hearth. Also experienced the inability to cry. Growing up under 'Father' really caused tension for Him as a child. As of currently You now sit with your Magician lover, in his lap on the sofa of his home. Tears waiting to spill but they don't. He sighs and rubs your back gently in little circles. "Ma chérie, please take your time." His loving voice rang in your ears. He looks over to grab the blanket to the side of him and wraps it over both of your bodies. "We have all the time in the world, do not fear " He whispers. Laying back and taking you with him to lay on top of him. He kisses the top of your head and soothes you to sleep with a lullaby that his 'Father' taught him.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Kaeya

He drops everything for You.

Kaeya who noticed that You haven't visited him all day, began to worry. He needed to make sure. He speed walked to your home just to check on You, who also didn't answer the door. Kaeya unlocking the door with the key under the door mat entered the cozy home to see a depressing state. Him dashing towards you to, embracing you instantly. He begged you to tell him what happened, but after he himself calmed down he decided to give you some time. He loves you dearly more than anything. Kaeya gently kisses your temple before picking you up and relocating you back to your bedroom. When You mentioned to him that you want to cry but you can't, he says back a almost silent "me too".

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Tighnari

He who tried his best.

Tighnari seems to over prioritize work, often not even noticing his own needs. And even if he says breaks are good sometimes, how often does he truly do so? Tighnari isn't as good with comforting, but he knows enough to try to help due to him taking care of Collei. So now here You are, sitting in Tighnari's lap at his desk. Face tucked into his shoulder hiding from the world as his tail wraps around you along with his arm, his other arm finding it's way to intertwine both of your hands together. His thumb rubs against the back of your hand, comforting you. He looks at you, pain filling his heart. He doesn't know what to say, he's afraid that he'll say the wrong thing. Especially without you being able to cry at the moment. But after a while he gathers courage and whispers "It's okay I'm here now."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Xiao

He fights just for You.

Xiao's daily life consist of fighting the demons that intend to harm liyue. However when he hears your sweet voice call his name, the demons he fends off fate was sealed you opened your mouth. It takes him mere seconds to finish and teleport to You, and seconds to see your gloomy expression. This leaves Xiao in a panic because he doesn't know what to do. Xiao doesn't know much about humans, but he tries his best for you. He gently reaches out to touch your hand, embracing your hand with his. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He says, worry sinking in his stomach. You suddenly embrace him, trying your best to let your emotions out but its not working. Although Xiao is stiff, he still complies with your action. Gently wrapping his arms around you as well. "I'll always protect You until the end." He says.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Thoma

He takes the best care of You.

Thoma, who is amazing with caring for others. He loves you more than anything, you're practically his sunshine. So when You walked up to him and ask him for comfort, he's immediately there for you. By the time you asked he's already prepared everything. He takes your hand in his and helps you drink the tea he prepared for you. "Let me spoil you until you feel better, is that alright?" He says worried, you just nod. When you mentioned you want to cry but can't, he feels horrible. He hugs you, pampering your face in little kissing, giving you encouraging words. He always knows how to make you feel even slightly better. He smiles at You. "Here, I'll make your favorite foods tonight. It's all about you sweetheart."

Finished!

Requests open as usual<3

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reeniecon · 1 month

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When MC get turned into a GOOSE? #? #?

With : Azul ashengrotto, Floyd leech and jade leech

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Pt.1 (idia, malleus, rook)

⚠️‼️: gender neutral MC/reader,

A/n: I'm really sorry for the lateness the exam week and the Eid prep are more hectic than I was expecting twt

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AZUL ASHENGROTTO !!

Azul Ashengrotto, the charismatic leader of the Octavinelle Dormitory, found himself facing an unexpected twist of fate.

It was a typical day in the prestigious academy until a mischievous spell gone awry transformed Azul's beloved into a goose. The culprit? None other than one of his own dorm students, a clumsy yet well-intentioned apprentice magician.

" How could they! "

" Oh, darling they're so mean to you!! "Azul angrily shouts and whimpers, all you can do is express your sadness with your body language since Azul and the twins cannot comprehend a single word u utter....

" Jade, floyd! Search the student that make my beloved turn into a goose! " He commands the twins but replied with Floyd Unexcitement

" Eehhh why noow!! I want to play with (reader) for a bit!! Let me hold them pleaseee~"

" Yeah, is a waste if we turn back (reader) immediately Azul... We can make a lot of money if we have (reader) goose as our mascot don't you think? " He says calmly yet so excitedly, ah... You're really fucked you think to yourself and quickly expressing disapproval of the twin's ideas Azul sighed " Yeah you're right, but I don't want to exploit them now, with this fragile body I'm afraid it will only hurt them" He says with a concerned and sad tone.

HUH? #? #? 2 What did he mean by 'didn't want to exploit them NOW #?! #? 2

" Anyway, you two please search for these two unresponsible student, and (reader) will go to Professor Crewel to somehow reverse the speel that they used "

" Tch, okayy okayy" Floyd replies with an annoyed voice towards azul

" That would do" Jade compactly replied

FLOYD LEECH !!

The usually uneventful campus was buzzing with whispers and curiosity as rumors spread like wildfire. Floyd Leech found himself at the center of attention. He couldn't quite believe the news himself. You, a regular student who had recently caught Floyd's eye, had mysteriously transformed into a goose overnight by the unresponsible octavinelle student !!

At first, Floyd couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. But as he watched the bewildered goose waddle around the campus, he felt a pang of concern. The reader had always been kind to him, and now they were in such a bizarre and stressful situation as the good person he was and the curiosity that he has for you, Floyd took it upon himself to look after you. He brought them treats from the cafeteria, made sure they had a warm place to rest, and even tried to engage them in conversation, despite the obvious language barrier( he would find a way eventually lol) minutes turned into hours, and Floyd's initial amusement turned into genuine affection. He found himself spending more and more time with you, enjoying your silent company and finding solace in your presence.

As the hours passed, you on the other hand began to exhibit signs of distress. It was clear that you were struggling to adapt to your new form, and Floyd couldn't bear to see you suffer. With determination in his heart, Floyd sought out the most knowledgeable magicians in Night Raven College (crewel), desperate for a solution.

After countless hours of research and experimentation ( he got lectured for notRelief washed over Floyd as he watched the reader blink in confusion, taking in their surroundings. But what truly warmed his heart was the grateful smile that graced the reader's lips as they looked up at him.

"Little shrimpy, make more mess okay~ I enjoy it~ hehe" He says with his iconic smirk plastered on his face

" Did you know that you're so interesting~ I love you so much little shrimpy~"

after dropping you at the ramshackle dorm, he begins his search for the unresponsible octavinelle student and gives them a little squeezing and hugging <3~ (if u know what I mean)

JADE LEECH !!

In the bustling corridors of Night Raven College, chaos was not always an uncommon sight, especially within the mischievous confines of octavinelle dorm. On this particular day, however, chaos took a rather fowl turn.

You found yourself in a feathery predicament after an unfortunate encounter with Jade Leech's experimental magic. Transformed into a goose, (reader) waddles around the dormitory lobby, honking on everyone that they encounter with dismay and protests about jade leech experimental magic!!

Jade, the heterochromia witch of Octavinelle, couldn't suppress a mischievous chuckle as he watched [Reader] flapping their wings in frustration. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. Seems like someone's taken a liking to their new feathery form." He says with his iconic smirk

[Reader] shot Jade a glare, or at least attempted to with their beady goose eyes. Honking indignantly, they tried to convey their distress.

"Ah, don't be so mean to me, [Reader]," Jade teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "You make quite the adorable goose, if I do say so myself."

But behind his playful facade, Jade knew he had to find a solution to undo his unintended magic. With a reluctant sigh,

"Come here, darling I'm sorry, I'll turn you back to normal okay? Stay still okay" He uttered the word softly accompanied by his iconic chuckle and smirk displayed on his face

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#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul x yuu #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd x reader

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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just came here to say that I love the way you write lyney, that guy is fighting heizou for the 👑 of 'king of rizz' 🗿🌺 so pls, could you do a lyney x reader (He has a crush on the reader but still has to confess) where the reader has a friend who constantly flirts with them the same way lyney does, so when they meet each other it just turns into a rap battle between them of who has the best pick up lines, but the reader it's just so oblivious that doesn't understand what's going on 💀 idk it just came to my mind and I found it funny

the reader can be any gender and happy ending for poor boy lyney

SPOILER OF THE ARCHON QUEST 4.1!!!

after seeing all the stress he went through with Lynette and Freminet in the Fortress of Meropide and by the Wolverine man who's name i don't remember atm I just want something funny idk I was sad through all the quest by how bad things where going, especially for him. Give my man a break 🗿🌺

Thank you!! I have been waiting to write this cause it sounds so funny, love a good rizz battle!! I hope you enjoy and don't worry, I'll make sure Lyney gets a happy ending with the reader!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Rizz it up~༺}

CW: Gn reader who's a little dense, flirting battles, very slight jealousy on Lyneys part, confessions and fluff at the end! Lyney calls the reader mon amour!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney winked at you, a small smirk playing on his lips as he held out a rainbow rose between his fingers, trying desperately to catch your attention, but...alas he wasn't the only one. On the other side of you was a friend of yours, gently taking your hand in his and spinning you away from the magician, while you looked at him like he might actually be crazy.

"What's...going on with you two?"

Lyney chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck after he shot a quick glare in your friends directions, "Nothing mon amour,... just having a little fun is all. I must say though, it's quite hard for me to concentrate with you around, your beauty is simply overwhelming my ability to pay attention to anything else. Tell me, how does someone come to look like a angel?~"

You raised a eyebrow at his question, not really knowing how to answer until you were pulled away from the conversation by your friend who softly touched your cheek, "Please magician boy, even angels can't compare to you, they'd weep in the mirrors if they even caught sight of your goregous smile~" You were only growing more confused with each sentence and the constant switching of who you were suddenly near was starting to make you dizzy, "Okay maybe we-"

"Oh mon amour, you're smile isn't the only goregous thing though. Personally your laugh is one of my favourite things about you, the sweet sound of it could cure a rainy day in seconds and your eyes, when I look into them I swear I can see the stars.~" Lyney interrupted you, sneaking his arm around your waist and dipping you almost to the ground, face mere inches away from yours, "L-Lyney?"

His heart skipped a beat when he realized the position he had gotten himself into, your perfect body in his arms and your lips so close to his he could almost feel them, if he didn't confess now he'd never find a more perfect moment again. "....may I kiss you?" The question caught you by surprise, your cheeks going red as you stared up at him, was that what this was all about? Had he planned it just so he could tell you his feelings?

In reality it wasn't planned in the slightest, but the thought of such a romantic gesture and the way butterflies gathered in your stomach from the way he was holding you, the answer was simply, "You may.." With your permission he closed the gap, giving you a loving kiss that pulled the two of you even closer together, both of you melting into it so naturally.

Meanwhile your friend had walked away, considered their job well done and silently wishing you two the best.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin x you #genshin fluff #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney genshin #lyney headcanons #lyney fluff

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foone · 3 months

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(screenshotted to avoid spamming their post with my OC/setting)

See, that's why you gotta watch out for chronomancers and other artificers in Union, because their weapon of choice is usually also a gun. And then you don't have a weapon advantage, and they've got arcane powers on their side. So you might have a very shiny ar-15 or something, but they've got a pistol that doesn't run out of ammo and can't miss and will do far worse things than poke holes in you if it hits you. As I've said before, when a wizard pulls the trigger on a gun pointed at you, you pray that it hurts, because the alternative is so much worse.

Anyway "the speed of latin" being associated with magic is funny, because on Union they actually have latin, not any kind of dog latin a la that one boy wizard made by the transphobe. (Such a silly idea anyway. You can't be a wizard without being trans. I don't care if you were AMAB and still use he/him and dress masculinely, you're trans, as your gender is now wizard. Your chromosomes aren't XY or XX anymore, they're W. For Wizard). The Silent Mother, the matriarch of their main religion, came from Earth, and her native language was Latin (or as they call it in Union, Old Tower). But the really funny thing is that you would never speak it. You can't, really. They don't have any idea of how it's spoken, there's no pronunciation rules. It's solely a written language used by the Tower church, and it's not supposed to be read aloud... and you'd have to try pretty hard to figure out how to speak it at all, given the lack of pronunciation rules.

It'd also be deeply, deeply blasphemous. And not in some cool "you could use this to summon the devil!" way, in a "this makes no sense and just offends every believer who hears you trying to do it" way. (They don't believe in a devil or a hell anyway, so that also makes no sense)

They do have a Tower sign language, which you could argue is kinda like "speaking Latin", but signed languages aren't really directly connected to spoken languages. The grammar is different. For example, compare how there's British Sign Language and American Sign Language, which aren't mutually intelligible despite both being sign languages used in places that have English as their primary spoken language.

Tower sign language is mainly known by d/Deaf people in Union and ordained members of the Tower church, not wizards (not that there aren't d/Deaf wizards, of course). It's importable because at the highest (no pun intended) levels of the Tower church, you literally can't speak. Not "aren't allowed" or "shouldn't", but can't, similar to how the City of Towers is a city of women, and that's not prescriptive but descriptive (which is not also not a pun, even if it might seem like one since I'm talking about linguistics).

Anyway yeah. Old Tower/Latin is a religious language in Union, not a magical one. Magic stuff is usually done with Unity (that's the language, not the video game engine), dwarven runic, or one of the sky languages. The church uses magic, sure, but they do it by working with outside magicians, not doing their own magical stuff. Religion and Magic are separate domains in Union, and both of them prefer it to stay that way.

#one hundred and one magical pistols

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muchelburstenstein · 5 months

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New Years Party

(CONTENT WARNING: Burst)

I opened my eyes, and found myself in a crowded space surrounded by masked strangers.

I tried to stand up, to get away, but could barely wiggle my arms and legs. Looking at myself, I realized my situation was far worse than what I thought it was.

My wrists were strapped with what seemed to be leather strips to a wooden surface, each one separate and over my head. Turning my gaze lower, I realized quickly that I was entirely naked. My modest breasts were stiff, the air in the room chilly without anything covering me. So too was I exposed from the waist down, my legs wide open and my knees bent due to a brace resting under them. It was like being in some sort of birthing table, except that my back was only slightly angled, more like I was sitting in a slightly reclined position rather than the more bed-like apparatus.

My feet were resting on the ground, and while I couldn’t see my feet, I could feel ground underneath them. So far as I could tell I was in no pressing danger, though my groin was aching. I tried to remember where I had been prior to this.

There was a party of some kind. New years. I had been drinking quite a bit, and had decided to go out to get fresh air. I’d been having a walk around the block, my head clearing slightly, when a van pulled up next to me. Some masked men jumped out, and…

That was as far as my memory went. I guess I’d blacked out or they’d knocked me unconscious somehow. I tried not to think too much about my tender womanhood, instead taking in the scene around me.

Everyone seemed happy. People were laughing, dancing, there was music. It seemed to be a masquerade, nobody’s face was visible. We also seemed to be in a very fancy building, maybe a mansion or a ballroom in a swanky hotel or something. There were snacks near the walls, and everyone seemed relaxed.

But there was a hidden energy in the air, an expectancy. Like everyone was just waiting for some event that I was unaware of.

And over against one wall was me, naked and immobilized. Nobody tried to help me, but nobody was doing anything to cause me harm either. More than a few lingering, almost hungry gazes were cast my way, but beyond that most people just kind of ignored me.

I continued trying to loosen my bonds, maybe find a weak point in the contraption rendering me trapped and also incredibly exposed. The occasional draft tingled over my exposed skin and over my delicate, still sore gender, making me shive with discomfort and a dash of shame.

Then, someone else showed up. Someone in a wardrobe far more magnificent than anyone else, a mask sparkling with gems and intricately painted. Like some sort of high priest or magician or other prestigious, ancient leader.

“Welcome!” His voice boomed over the assembly, and a hush fell, the music falling silent “I am so pleased you could make it to my fantastic New Year’s party!” the seemingly important man continued, his tone pleased and excited. “We are at last approaching the passing of this rather droll and disappointing year, and I am thrilled to announce that, once more, we have found a suitable guest to help us ring in the fresh calendar in our special, exciting fashion!”

I was starting to feel even warmer than I was before. I squirmed uneasily, a strange feeling distracting me, like a tightness building deep in my core. “Ah, yes, as always the event is right on time!” Even now you can see our special guest beginning to feel the effects of our celebration!”

All eyes turned to me. I shrank back, concerned, but still that tightness only seemed to intensify, and I bit my lip as I felt sweat bead on my forehead. The resplendent man swaggered toward me, before kneeling down and carefully touching my belly with his hand. I shivered, the skin there far more sensitive than it had ever been. “Ah, don’t worry dear.” The host of this said, loud enough for the silent room to hear. “It’s natural for you to be a bit more sensitive. Most women tend to get that way when they’re expecting, and you’re but one hour away from meeting your bundle of joy.”

I looked down at where my captor’s hand was caressing my flesh. Expecting? No, I wasn’t… I couldn’t be… “There we go… starting to show already, right on schedule. So reliable and precise, they are.” I couldn’t help but whimper as I saw what the resplendent man was talking about. A tiny bulge was starting to press out under his fingertips, just above my freshly shaved groin.

“Congratulations are in order, I suppose. You’re a mommy now, isn’t that lovely?” Tears welled in my eyes as the one taunting me continued to tenderly, gently stroke my baby bump. “N-no… I can’t be… I never…” “Ah, but you are!” The man replied, rising and raising his voice once more. “And these creatures young are very predictable. At exactly the stroke of midnight, you will give birth to your inhuman child, blessing the New Year with new life!”

The assembled crowd cheered as I cried out in protest. I begged someone to let me go, apologized for whatever I had done wrong, pleaded with them to get this thing, whatever it was, out of me. But nobody was listening.

The music began once more, the costumed man sauntered away, surrounded by people who seemed to adore him, and once more everywhere was talking and laughing and dancing.

I’d been impregnated against my will. And worse, by something not even human. It was growing quickly, and the sensations were intense. There was a tight pulling feeling inside as my womb stretched and grew to keep up with the thing my body was happily gestating.

At first, it was hard to tell I was pregnant, but within ten more minutes it was obvious. The swell of my midriff became more pronounced, and although my bellybutton was resting on the bump at an odd angle, it was being shifted toward the center as my unasked for child filled me more by the minute.

People started to approach me now. Most just stroked my belly, saying how amazing I looked, how they were sure I’d do an amazing job, “put on a good show” as more than a few said. A few others were more bold, toying with my breasts or slipping a hand down between my legs. A felt mostly thicker, clumsier male fingers rubbing over my womanhood, but to my surprise more than a couple of thin, precise female digits immediately found my sensitive button and teased it for a few moments as well, making me whimper and gasp, overwhelmed by how sensitive my sex had become as a result of my condition.

I continued growing the life that had been forced into my womb, unable to do anything to slow or stop it. As I got bigger, visits became more frequent, my more bold attendants becoming more frequent. I was asked questions. How it felt to be pregnant. “Awful. I didn’t want this.” I would reply. They would usually chuckle knowingly or nod, saying something foreboding like “Poor thing. And you haven’t even begun labor…” As my bellybutton began to drift toward the center of my fertile swell, at last taking the position so many were familiar with, people began to touch and play with that as well, asking how sensitive it was, telling me they couldn’t wait to see it push out.

Inevitably, that moment came. My navel was pulled flat as I entered my third trimester. Then, as time dragged on, it was forced into an outie, a extra nub on top of the swollen, tight, hot orb that my once flat midriff had become. I felt so heavy, so full. I was sweating constantly, I felt like I was burning up.

The guests started to tease my outie, which had become incredibly sensitive. I felt ashamed of how wet I had become, how easy it was to send pleasure dancing over my skin and into my core with the gentlest of touches.

I would plead with the people who came to enjoy my condition. Beg them to let me go, to get the baby out, to at least tell me what was going on. But most of them were only there to use me for their own amusement. Someone started teasing my clit, tugging at it and rolling back the hood to stroke the base, and I found myself panting and arching my back, toes curling as I felt an intense tightness building at my core. “I’m gonna… gonna… oh god no don’t make me!” I gasped.

But they did. I couldn’t help it. Disgusted with myself, my entire body shuddered as I was forced to orgasm. They kept going, faster and with even more precision, I could do nothing to stop them. I came even harder as they moaned in arousal. Then, a third and final time, my screams echoing through the room, I squirted. Some people giggled, others moaned, commenting on how sexy it was.

I broke down. As the latest visitor walked away, I sobbed, staring at my belly, feeling my juices cooling on my thighs, helpless and pregnant and feeling violated. Even worse was that I had orgasmed, knowing that, in some way, some part of me enjoyed what was happening, what had just been done to me even though I was begging them to stop.

From then on, most of my tormentors only approached to fondle my increasingly gravid orb. The masked strangers kept massaging the point just below my protruding navel, saying they were trying to keep my muscles nice and relaxed, telling me to stay calm no matter what, that if I tensed up and fought my baby it would only be worse, hurt more.

I had no idea what they were talking about. It was hard to imagine me being more distressed than I was now. And how would not tensing make it hurt less? Wasn’t the point that I was supposed to push the baby out?

I was nearing the end of my pregnancy, I could feel it. I was huge, the weight in my belly was shifting down, changing my fecund mount from a drum-tight shining orb into a low-hanging oblong shape. I could feel movement from inside, nudging and kicking and squirming. It made me feel utterly helpless. I’d grown an inhuman child within my womb, even though I’d never asked for it, never wanted it. And soon, it would come out.

Once more, the well-dressed host strode near me, standing off to the side as I stared at my life-filled belly, feeling hot and sore and defeated. “Ladies and Gentelmen!” The flamboyantly dressed man called. “Soon, it will be time. There are but ten minutes remaining in this year, and it is time for the old to pass on, and make way for the new! You can see, even now, the child is eager to emerge from its shell. Let us celebrate and encourage the arrival of our newest friend!”

The gathered crowd cheered, but I wasn’t certain what the masked man meant. What did he mean even now? The baby was just kicking a bit more than normal. I wasn’t having contractions or anything.

Some of the party-goers walked around and continued dancing, dining, and joking. But now I had become something of a main event. Many of the ones that had been enjoying themselves at my expense were now gathered as close as they dared, watching my every move and shift with a hungry gaze. Like they were watching for something they knew would come any second now.

I wished the awful thing inside me would stop kicking, it was distracting. There were little bumps where the pushes from inside were coming from, the same spot over and over, just below my outie. “Please… stop kicking baby, you’re starting to make me sore there. Just… just be nice and I promise I’ll birth you as soon as I can.”

I felt stupid for trying to bargin with the creature in my belly. Even more so as dark chuckles and snickers came from the assembled crowd. But I ignored them, waiting for the contractions to begin.

I waited.

And waited.

The minutes crawled on, and I was groaning in discomfort, the repeated nudges on that same spot beneath my belly-button becoming more painful under the repeated kicks. Those, in turn, seemed to almost be getting stronger. The little bumps began to press out further, and I began to breathe heavily, trying not to let the masked freaks surrounding me know how much the movement of my unasked for child were hurting me.

A particularly strong hit forced a low groan to escape me as I leaned my head back. Why wouldn’t it stop hitting that same stupid spot?! It was getting really sensitive, sending pain radiating along the surface of my full-term swell. I gradually shifted from heavy, controlled breathing to panting, gasping in air as the unpleasant sensations intensified.

The crowd started to murmur in excitement, pointing at the repeated rising bumps in my skin, though

I couldn’t make out what everyone was saying. One woman’s voice came out clear, however. “It’s coming, see how hard it’s starting to push? She’s going to meet her baby so soon, no matter how bad it hurts!”

Slowly, the meaning of that began to clarify. These movements… they weren’t little baby kicks. They were deliberate. I’d read stories about this, seen articles. But it was always something that was dismissed as a myth, not something that really happened. I didn’t understand. “I… I c-can’t be… ugh… b-bursting!” I managed to gasp as the thrusting intensified.

I was met with cruel laughter.

“No… No, you can’t d-do this I AGH! This can’t b-be happening it’s nOUAH! N-not something that really hAHHHN! Happens!” It was getting worse as the efforts of my terrible unasked for child became more powerful, faster. Somone called that there were only five minutes left, and I let out a cry as a particularly strong thrust caught me off guard.

The skin was starting to bruise, becoming a deep purple splotch that radiated out from the central point of my inhuman offspring’s assault. He wouldn’t stop slamming against me, and I could feel little sharp things digging into my skin, teeth biting and claws scratching. This was really happening.

“Please someone heeEEAAAHHH! It hurts so baaaAAAHHHD!!!” I couldn’t stop crying out in agony, it was getting worse with every shove. And they were coming so quickly now, as someone called we were down to two minutes.

I was starting to convulse as the pulling sensation became too much for me. Each thrust made me spasm again, lightning torment radiating out from the spot the monster inside me had chosen to emerge from. “Hurts oh PLUGHHH! Agh, ugh, PLEAAASEEE!!!” I could barely speak, the pressure from inside was driving me insane, and the shoves came one after another, at least two every second.

Everyone was watching now, there were more than a few lustful moans at my condition. Whispers circled me. “She’s so close…” “She’s gonna hatch like a good egg…” “I want’s wait to see her tear open…” “Listen to her screaming god yes…” everyone enjoying the show, nobody lifting a finger to help.

“Alright everyone!” The host cried from some location I couldn’t see. “It’s time for the countdown! Let this poor remnant of the old, dying year know how long she has before the child of the new year is born from her broken body!”

“20!” I could hear a disgusting tearing sound, like cardboard that had been soaked being shredded. It was coming from inside me.

“19!” I couldn’t keep myself from screaming incoherently. The thing, it was being born through my belly, it was coming OUT OF ME!

“18!” I tried to do what I was told to, tried to relax, but I couldn’t help it, it all hurt so bad.

“17!” The bruise was huge, my skin surging forward over and over, my body struggling to hold itself together.

“16!” The countdown was driving me insane, telling me how long I had left before the inevitable. Before the baby burst out of me.

“15!” The thrusting was so strong, so agonizing, I would give anything to make it stop.

“14!” More tearing sounds, my body was breaking from inside, my inhuman child was killing me.

“13!” I thrust my belly forward, trying to do anything to relieve the maddening pressure of the thing inside trying to rip me open.

“12!” I could feel blood pouring from the wounds that had been formed in my womb.

“11!” It wasn’t stopping, I could feel the fibers buckling, giving way…

“10!” A sickening sound as my uterus ruptured, and I let out a shriek of pure agony. Now it only had to break through the skin, and the nightmare I’d been raped pregnant with would be born.

“9!” The thrusting wouldn’t stop, I could feel the teeth and claws like hot knives.

“8!” I couldn’t even scream it hurt so bad, the audience was watching in silence, eager for the climax. But still, the host’s booming voice counted down the last seconds of my terrible labor.

“7!” My toes curled into tight balls, my fingers forming tight fists as everything tensed. I pulled at my restraints, knowing it was too late to escape, but driven by the primal need to escape the pain.

“6!” I tried to kick my legs, to scoot backwards away from the thing inside me that wanted to push forwards so badly. My whole body trembled and convulsed.

“5!” I cried out again as a tiny rip formed in my flesh, sending a small jet of crimson shooting forward.

“4!” Thrust, thrust, thrust, the wound ripping sickeningly a bit wider each time.

“3!” I couldn’t escape couldn’t fight it, it hurt so bad please just make it end!

“2!” Someone in the crowd cried “You’re doing so good, I can see the head!”

“1!” The pain was so overwhelming, so all consuming, I cried out one last time: “IT HURTS SO BAD IT’S BEING BOOORRRNNN!”

Thrust!

THRUST!!!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The host called as confetti exploded from the ceiling, just as a spray of blood erupted from my ruined, swollen belly, the awful warbling of my newborn monster joining the freshly re-started music. The crowd cheered excitedly, embracing and kissing among other things. The host came over to pull the beast he’d forced me to deliver from my destroyed midsection. “Ah, such a cutie, there you are!” he cooed to the thing that had killed me.

“Wh… why?” I managed to gasp out. The masked man looked at me, head tilted. “It’s the theme, my dear.” He replied. “Out with the old, in with the new and all. It’s just bad luck you happened to be chosen as the old.”

The words sent a chill down my spine, deeper than even the cold radiating from the gaping wound my unasked for child had made as it was born. I at last managed to lay back and relax, gazing at the swirling color that was the room and the blurry orgy that was starting to build momentum in front of me. I closed my eyes, savoring the tune of “Auld Lang Syne” one last time…

#bad end #bursting #rapid pregnancy #monster pregnancy #unwanted pregnancy

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cupidlect · 5 months

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❥ Playful Praises ꕀ Lyney's edition .༘⋆

⟡ Featuring : Lyney x not-so-oblivious Reader !! ೀ Pronouns/Gender : they/them ;; non-binary !! ꕤ Requested ? : Nope !!

In the enchanting realm of Fontaine, [Y/n] became the focal point of Lyney's interest.

In a moment of off-stage at tea time, [Y/n] found themselves pulled into the magical orbit of Lyney's charisma. Unbeknownst to Lyney, they decided to showcase their own teasing abilities.

Lyney, who considered himself the master of flirtatious banter, found himself flustered by their unexpected teasing. Attempting to regain his composure, he responded with a playful grin: "Well, it seems like your charm is the real magic trick here. You've managed to leave me at a loss for words. But don't think it ends here… I still have many tricks to show you." Unfazed by it, [Y/n] continued their light teasing, revealing an unexpected talent for playful banter that caught the infamous magician off guard.

Lynette, observing the scene with her characteristic calm, raised an eyebrow at her brother's uncharacteristic flustered state. She exchanged a knowing glance with [Y/n], silently acknowledging the shift in dynamics.

Lyney kept dropping charming compliments like petals on the back-stage floor, adorning said words with countless charms that were of no use to him, since his audience did not seem to show the slightest interest in his tricks. Between the devil and the deep blue sea, the magician saw that he had no more cards left up his sleeves and resigned himself to looking ahead clearly defeated.

However, applause was heard from them. "I see that I managed to leave tou... Speechless. Still, that was a very interesting performance… Dear, I hope it's not over here and that I can see more stratagems on your part again. Until then, I hope to see you back on stage. Or maybe somewhere else…" They handed a napkin with a phone number written on it to him. Their phone number. "I'll be awaiting"

They left the place smirking to themselves, proud of their achievement while leaving the stage master wordless. He took the napkin between his trembling silk gloves and a sweet, flustered smile painted on his lips.

𔓘 A/n : I'm so sorry but Lyney it's just like:

#-`♡´- ⌇ MY WORKS #lyney #lyney x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #x reader #fluff #drabble #lyney fluff #genshin lyney #genshin impact lyney

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symphonic-scream · 17 days

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I'm still gonna do proper au posts for all my AU's eventually but I'm in a certain mood and I follow that dopamine like a starving street dog

So. Here's every Makoto from every Arcana Swap I have.

It will be a long post, but I'm putting the bulk of the content under the cut, I know I clog tags sometimes and I apologize

Anyways. Feel free to talk to me about each of these, ask about the swaps as a whole, and offer suggestions! I enjoy interaction a lot

So. Every Makoto. Under the cut

0 - Fool Makoto (Learning to be Young) {P4}

This Makoto was raised strictly by an aunt after the death of her parents, and has since been kicked out of her home. So, she's reuniting with her older sister, who was kicked out for the same reason many years before. Makoto, during her time in Inaba, experiences what being a teenager is all about. She's only got that final year, but even mysterious murders won't keep her from truly living

Ft no rizz Makoto showing up and having every girl just. Fall for her. Epitome of autism swag meme thing. Has a polyquad in it

0 - Fool Makoto (Doomed Toxic Yuri Swap)

After being arrested for something she didn't do, Makoto is sent to live with her older sister in Tokyo while on parole. She intends to keep her head down so she can get into a good school still, but she can't douse the flames of righteous rage in her heart when she encounters injustice. That anger of hers is what landed her in Tokyo, and it'll be the spark that begins a rebellion in those around her

This one has Justice Haru. And they're in a doomed toxic Yuri. For those who need more than fluff in their lives

3 - Empress Makoto (ACAB swap)

Daughter of the police commissioner, Makoto has her whole future pre-determined for her. Her father has been changing, and won't listen to her about not wanting to follow in his footsteps. She wants to be a mechanic, but... If only she had a way to return home to the man she once knew...

In her confidant, she'd be dealing with grief, but also, reuniting with Devil Sae, and trying to fix her future, get out of the school her father set her up for, and into the courses she wants herself

4 - Emperor Makoto (Gender Thieves)

Second palace is Kobayakawa in this. Makoto is his perfect attack dog, kept under his thumb by promise of scholarships and recommendations. The others make Makoto see that she's being strung along, and she breaks free. And, mega rebels. Rebels so hard they throw out their gender. They/he Makoto. Grunge Makoto

Ft trans boy Haru, and MakoHaru are together from the start in this. A soft prep boyfriend who's scary with a bat and his grunge gruff partner who's scared of the dark

6 - Lovers Makoto (Morg Swap)

She graduated early, finished teachers college, and is doing her one year placement at a middle school. The principal is using blackmail to keep her complicit and silent, making her forget the reason she was so passionate about teaching in the first place

Ft Fool Morgana! It also has a Hermit Haru and Magician Joker, this one I'm real proud of

7 - Chariot Makoto (Chaos Swap)

A classic. In an attempt to stand up against Kamoshida and his abuse, Makoto got beat up, and framed for using physical force to get better grades. An outcast and feared by her peers, this is a punk Makoto all the way. If given the chance, she'd risk it all to save the other students, even after all they've done to her.

This one was my first one it's my favourite. It's also mostly silly goofy so

8 - Justice Makoto (Blood Moon Swap)

The darkest of these. Young, Makoto's mother dies. Her father, never in her life before, appears and informs her it was her fault, and demands she make up for it, following his orders, his little psychic assassin. She's filled with anger; at herself, her actions, her father, at those she's told to dispose of. She shakes with rage, a need to tear down everything around her, make everyone else feel how shitty her life was. Her public appearances as a junior detective are firm, and serious. Proper.

Plot includes the discovery that the Fool, Goro, and Makoto were twins. Separated after the death of their mother. A "what if", since in Makoto's arc they were sort of parallels almost?

9 - Hermit Makoto (Polygirls Swap)

This Makoto watched her parents die. A Good cop, an EMT, trying to help someone, when suddenly they, changed, and walked off of a bridge. She's believed it had something to do with her for a long time, but after she's saved from her own distorted heart, she comes to the conclusion that the "Black Mask" had them killed for planning to report a superior for taking bribes from Shido

This is the Fool Ann and Emperor Haru au where the three are gay and together and gay.

12 - Hanged Man Makoto (Age Swap Au)

Makoto, a former soldier, runs a seedy shop in Shibuya to afford her younger sister Sae's hockey fees. She's still carrying the mental and physical scars from her time in service, but will do anything for her younger sister, even if it means letting the cops do whatever to her so she won't get arrested again

This is adult confidant Thieves, so the main cast of this au are the adults, like Sojiro and Sae and Iwai. The Niijima sisters get along a bit better here

19 - Sun Makoto (Yaoi Swap) {I hate that name}

This. This is just an au where literally they're all guys and theys. Whether it's trans guys, NB, CIS, or demi, they're. All guys. So this is a guy Makoto, captain of the debate team at Shujin, who offers the fool speech lessons in exchange for understanding people better. Makoto wants people to stop being scared of him, and wants to stop fearing people at the same time

Ft Yaoi MakoHaru. It's. Man idk this is a crack au

- Faith Makoto (Uh. I don't have a name for this one)

Trans guy Makoto. Parents died the night he came out, complete accident. So, he's been living as a girl and denying it happened ever since. Only, Makoto is his chosen name. Whoever the Councilor is in this au will mess up and use his dead name and. Big moment

Most of my Makoto's aren't like. Goody. This one is. He'd totally want to be a lawyer. Sweater vest and ties. He's a little gentleman, though he does Aikido, and is gym buddies with Ryuji. Layers

ANYWAYS. WHICH IS YOUR FAVOURITE MAKOTO?

#makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #persona 5 #chaos arcana swap #arcana swap #i apologize #this is a lot

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alrightbuckaroo · 3 months

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hi ada! cursed by the love that you receive is such a good title, what's that one about 👀

Hello, hello!

So this is a story in which TK hires Carlos to be the magician at Jonah's birthday party, only to find out that Carlos actually has magic! I haven't tried my hand at fantasy before, but this might be the excuse to do it! Here's a snippet:

TK hears a groan behind him followed closely by the sound of a coin hitting the pavement. He turns around, green eyes wide and his mouth already in the process of forming an apology. Before he can say anything, the victim of his errant throwing is already speaking.

“I think this is yours.” He holds up his hand, the quarter sitting dormant and the sunlight reflecting off of it causing his warm brown eyes to gleam.

TK doesn’t have have time to fully take in the man the way he wishes he could as he's already rushing out an explanation.

“Yes, yes, sorry,” He reaches for the quarter, his fingers barely grazing against the man's palm as he reaches for the coin. “I was making, well, trying to make a wish.”

“Well I hope you weren’t wishing to hit me.”

"That sounds more like a hex than a wish," TK replies, comically and embarrassed all at once. "Don't worry, I don't hex men I don't know," TK continues, wincing at his own verbiage as soon as the words leave his lips. "Or any man, for that matter.

When the stranger remains silent, TK quickly adds. “I’m not a witch.”

The stranger shrugs before saying, "Warlock."

“I’m sorry?” TK questions, wondering how he's continued to mess all of this up even more.

"I think you'd be considered a warlock, not a witch," The stranger answers, a smile slowly starting to creep into his voice.

"Witch has actually become a gender neutral term," TK argues, finding that smile to be a little less than cordial and much more cocky.

"Well you would know," The stranger rallies. "You are one."

ask me about my wips! | previous ones

#this was inspired by CRJ if you can't tell - basically buckle up we're going to have FUN and we're going to LIKE IT #thanks so much for asking <3 #wondering about wips

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regatoni1 · 1 year

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~Chapter One~

chapter one of twenty-eight

When you arrived at Dolle Harbor, you knew that the bus was not the way to the exam site.

Really, how stupid are these people?

You watched with pity as many people get on the bus.

You looked around, taking in the sights of what could be your competition. You wore a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, and always kept your hood up. You weren't stupid, you knew that as a woman attempting to become a Hunter, you'd already have the odds pinned up against you, and as sad as it was, you knew you needed to keep your gender a secret to stay under the radar and to just be another candidate for the exam, and not some girl just trying to run with "the big boys".

As you looked around, you noticed a young trio arguing about which way to go. One was a young boy who couldn't have been older than 13, who was wearing a green sweater with green shorts and matching green boots and wanting to go towards a big cedar tree, and a slightly older blonde boy wearing white undergarments and a blue shawl who decided to follow him, while the oldest of the three was wearing a blue suit with a cyan tie that wanted to take the bus.

You sighed. That's cute. I think that boy has a lot of potential. Ah well, better make my way to the exam site before nightfall.

You made your way there on your own.

As you walked into the first phase of the exam, a small green bean approached you and handed you a number. 406? Damn, I thought I would at least be in the first 100 to arrive here. As you waited for an examiner to make an appearance, the boy you saw in the harbour walked up to you.

"Hi! My name's Gon. What's yours?"

He seems so sweet! I guess there's no danger in having at least one friend.

"My name's (y/n)," and with that simple statement, Gon's eyes lit up like you just told him the best news in the world, and you couldn't help but smile at his innocence. You could tell that you were going to get along with him just fine.

"Do you want to come meet my friends, (y/n)?" Gon asked with excitement in his eyes.

"Uh... M-maybe later. I think I'm going to walk around and scope out the area," you responded nervously. Having one friend was nice, but you really didn't want too many people knowing that you were a female.

"Ok. See you later (y/n)!" Gon said excitedly as he ran back towards his friends. You chuckled and waved at him.

You started to walk around the place, and saw a commotion happening to your right, so you walked over to see what was happening.

You couldn't believe your eyes. You saw a man kneeling on the ground, screaming out in agony as his arms turned into flower petals that calmly drifted to the ground. You watched, only intrigued by what was happening in front of you.

"My how unusual," you heard a voice say. You wanted to look up, and see who caused this mans arms to disappear, but the sight was too interesting for you to peel your eyes off of. "Seems this poor man's arms have turned into flower petals," the voice said almost playfully. "Now you see them, now you don't." You finally looked up from the crumpled mess on the ground, and what you saw was far more interesting.

You don't really know what you were expecting to see, but a tall man who dressed himself like a magician was definitely not it. He had a mix of deep pink and a nice shade of purple hair, and he was wearing a white crop top with puffy shoulders on top of a pink undershirt. You mentally applauded him for his questionable, but refreshing style.

"You should be more careful," the mysterious stranger continued. "And do apologize if you bump into someone." he finished.

You knew you shouldn't have been so intrigued by him, but you couldn't help it. The danger he showed was enticing to you, and made you highly curious, but also highly cautious. You looked back up to his face and noticed he was staring straight at you with a smirk. You silently cursed yourself for staring, and walked towards a wall so you could rest. As you walked, you felt a strong presence behind you.

#hunterxhunter #hxh #hisoka #hisokaxreader #hisokaff #hisokafanfiction #hisoka x reader #hisoka fanfiction #hisoka ff #hisoka x yn #hisokaxyn

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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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Intimate, Part 2- Asra x GN!Reader

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Asra x Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: Training with Asra is always a magical delight.

Author’s Notes: Hey all! This is a six part series, one story for each of the M6. Just a selection of sensual moments with the M6. I have the whole fic up on my AO3, but I figured I’d post it here, too :) You can also find Julian, Nadia, Muriel, Portia, and Lucio. Enjoy!

Incense smoke lingers in the air, trails of wispy jasmine floating ethereally through the room. Amber candlelight flickers in every corner, illuminating your private sanctuary in a warm, comfortable glow. Your feet pad softly across the cushion-laden ground as you make your way towards Asra, who has seated himself in the center of the room. He looks entirely at peace, legs folded underneath him, hands resting on his knees, and eyes closed in silent contemplation. He peeks out at you beneath pale lashes as your quiet footsteps reach his ears, a sly smile raising the corners of his lips.

“What’s all this?” you question, voice barely above a whisper. For some reason, this space he’s created in your bedroom feels sacred, a temple to whatever it is your enchanting magician has in mind for the evening. Asra makes a sweeping gesture for you to take a seat before him on a plush, indigo pillow. You oblige his wordless request, sinking into the cushion, grateful to finally be off of your feet. You’d spent most of the day running around the market, picking up more supplies for the shop.

“Welcome home,” Asra greets, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours, “I thought we could practice something special tonight.”

“Oh? What’s that?” you question, raising an eyebrow. You’re still relearning a lot of the magic your memory has lost. Most times, after you close up shop, you and Asra take some time to practice a few spells. You’ve gotten the hang of the basics again and have been moving on to more difficult, time consuming things. Asra seems confident that you’ll be back to your original skill level in no time. Plus, since the two of you are officially together now, training has been a wonderful bonding experience, much to your unending joy.

Asra takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over the backs. His deep purple eyes sparkle in the dim light of the room as they dart up to meet your gaze. There’s always a mischievous glint in them, but more so today than others.

“What are you up to?” you question, unable to help the giggle that bubbles up in your throat. He laughs in tandem, scooting himself closer.

“I thought,” he begins slowly, voice sensual and low, “I thought we could do something a little different today.”

His face is mere centimeters from yours, breath fanning across your lips, sending delightful shivers along the length of your body. He gazes at you under hooded eyelids, tempting you into closing the short distance between you. Asra breaks into a wide grin at the way your breath hitches in your throat when you finally find the voice to respond.

“Do tell,” you manage to say, trembling with anticipation. He’s in a mood, one your body can’t help but respond to. Your heart races excitedly behind your ribcage, air caught in your lungs in suspense. The space around the two of you feels electric, a thrum of invisible static fizzling between you.

“I think you’re ready to try sharing power. If that’s something you’d like to do?” he offers, always one to ensure that you are onboard with his ideas. It’s never his goal to push you into something you’re not ready to do. However, you know you’re ready for this, though you’re not entirely sure what it might entail in this particular environment. Sharing power is something he’s mentioned before, something you’ve actually done before. But you’ve alway been curious about how it might work in a more intimate setting.

“Sharing power doesn’t always have to involve physical intimacy, as you know,” Asra explains, “But I thought this might be a good way to explore this avenue in a more controlled setting. If that’s something you want, of course.”

“I want to. And I’m ready,” you confirm, shifting eagerly in your spot. Asra merely smiles, once again pressing his lips to yours. This time, however, his kiss is deep, hungry. There’s an urgency to it that his earlier greeting hadn’t conveyed. You return this with equal fervor, slipping your hands out of his and cupping his face. His warm palms come to rest underneath your ears, thumbs caressing your cheek bones as his lips work feverishly against yours.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, don’t be afraid to tell me,” he adds breathlessly, pulling back just long enough for you to nod in understanding. You’re too desperate to return to exploring his mouth to respond with words, letting Asra swallow your next breath. Your tongue traces his parted lips, seeking entrance into the familiar warmth of his mouth. You glide across the ridges of his teeth, enjoying the subtle, lingering taste of peppermint tea and honey.

Asra’s fingers start to slowly slip your loose shirt down your shoulders. Cool air hits your skin, but your beloved magician is swift to rectify this. You sense the muted vibrations of Asra’s magic emanating from his palms, warming you as he tenderly removes your garments. You fumble a bit with his outfit, but he’s gracious enough to help you out. When the two of you are finally free of your restrictive clothing, Asra pulls you into his lap, barely breaking contact with your mouth. The lavender-white aura of his power blooms from him, gently coaxing out your own powers. You feel your magic build within you, bursting softly from your palms first before cloaking you in its cozy heat.

All the while, you find your fingers tangling up in Asra’s snowy hair, tugging gently at the curling strands at the base of his neck. His hands ghost along your body, leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation as they traverse your curves and dips. Your hips grind against his, his growing arousal brushing against you with each rock of your body. He inhales sharply, pulling back to catch his breath before gazing longingly up into your eyes.

“You’re doing great,” he praises with an encouraging beam, nuzzling your cheek as you dip to pepper kisses along his neck. He grips the tender flesh of your hips, a pleasured sigh falling from his lips as you suckle the sensitive spot just above his clavicle. You feel his energy pulsing through you, mixing and merging with your own. At first, it’s a bit overwhelming, the sensation of your combined magic discombobulating. But you swiftly adjust, feeling out what’s yours and what’s his, before allowing the feeling of Asra’s power to unite with yours. The aura that surrounds you two bursts in a halo of multi-colored light, fills you with a bliss almost indescribable.

Asra guides you to the pile of cushions beneath, laying you on your side and opting to be the big spoon. He presses his body close to yours, chest flush with your back, fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces. He busies himself with your ear lobe, nipping tenderly while his graceful fingers find the hardened bud of your nipples. Your breathy gasps fill the room, Asra’s masterful ministrations building heat in your core. The swirling magic that surrounds you mimics the sensations within you and, you suspect, within your beloved. Butterflies made of twinkling starlight dance in the air above you before bursting like fireworks and raining down in sparks around the room. Rushing threads of water, illuminated and clear, hover close by. When you reach out to grasp at one, your fingertips brush the edge and cause it to separate into a thousand suspended bubbles that shimmer a brilliant blue.

This is your combined power, dazzling and calm. You marvel at this rapture, this feeling of Asra’s spirit within you and yours within him. Your hips rock impatiently against his, desperate to be unioned with him not only in soul, but in body as well. Asra understands without a single word being spoken. Slowly, he slips himself inside you, a soft sigh falling from his lips. A moan escapes yours, both in relief and in pleasure. Your beloved begins his rhythmic pumping, gripping your hand in his and intertwining his fingers with yours.

Long have the candles been extinguished, by some force of the aura that pours out from your united forms. The sacred space is instead filled with the glow of your incantations. You can hardly take your eyes off of the eddies of mist and water that hang above and around you. But Asra’s quickening pace forces your eyelids shut in absolute ecstasy. You angle your head, searching yearningly for his lips. The taut coil within you grows tighter with each passing moment, your body trembling with your imminent release. In your desperate search, you find Asra’s soft lips and capture them, muffling one of his sultry moans.

Asra’s undoing is near, his pace becoming erratic and breathing shaky. You’re close behind. As Asra releases into you, the warmth of his arousal filling you, you feel the coil inside you break. The electric thrum that fills you bursts, a euphoric supernova radiating through your abdomen. Asra calls out your name, an incantation all its own. You cry out in tandem, fingernails digging into the flesh of Asra’s thigh. You feel him inside you, in all possible ways. It’s positively glorious. Never have you felt this intertwined with another being.

As you each come down from your high, Asra buries his head in your neck, giving you a moment to rest. The room spins at a dizzying speed before coming into focus. Gone are the dancing butterflies, sparkling lights, and whirls of water. The candles seem to have lit themselves once again. A thin sheen of sweat covers both your body and Asra’s. You both worked quite hard during this wonderful session. As your breathing steadies and heart rate drops, Asra slowly pulls himself out of you. With one arm, he draws you close, pressing tender kiss after tender kiss to your lips, honoring this deeply intimate union between the two of you.

“That was amazing,” you murmur, snuggling close to him.

“You were amazing,” Asra corrects, beaming softly in the cozy candlelight.

#the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x mc #asra x apprentice #gender neutral reader #gender neutral apprentice #my fanfiction #ao3 #spicy #very spicy #lemon #lemon fic #the arcana game #I could not resist throwing magic into this #dani writes

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poimandresnous · 9 months

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About Me (For Twitter)

So for some odd reason, over 3000 of you knuckleheads decided to follow me. I reckon a new “about me” is in order then. I’ll never delve my name or face on socials. Just a personal preference. I’m 25 years old. Will be 26 in September 2023. I grew up in the southeastern part of the US and have lived all over my state. I am 2 years and 5 months sober from drug abuse. Technically I’m “California Sober,” meaning I still partake in the consumption of hashish oils (wax, dabs, or whatever the kids call them now). A lot of what I post and how I approach my walk with spirituality is heavily painted by my past from living as a drug addict. I got hooked on the dragon at age 18, but was already addicted to the lifestyle, fast money, and opiates & benzos from a very early age (age 14).

Essentially, I center my beliefs and praxis around the Corpus Hermeticum and other various Hermetic tractates. Though I’m also a syncretist and my beliefs and practice are highly unorthodox, to say the least. The core of my spiritual practice is meditation, exercise, theurgy, yoga, reciting aphorisms, and hymning to the gods of old. I worship Levanite Greco-Egyptian deities; I syncretize Asherah and Isis, YHWH and Amun, and worship many other gods and goddesses. I also dabble in the Arbatel and PGM often enough, but not so much since school started for me this summer. You could consider me a Platonic polytheist, a Hermeticist, or just a child of faith. The latter is what I prefer. I also venerate prophets and heroes. The main ones being Jesus Christ and Lao Tzu. Hermes Trismegistos is a whole other conversation. To me, he’s a god, a hero/prophet, and a master magician. I will not defend why I believe what I believe in this thread but I am happy to answer any questions on how or why I think what I believe.

I’m currently working my way through Iamblichus’s Platonic reading list. Currently on the Sophist. I also adhere to the Pythagorean idea that we do not need to escape or transcend this world but rather harmonize with it. Also, I am getting more into Daoism these days. I am incorporating the Three Treasures into my theurgy/silent prayer. Eventually, I would like to become a disciple under a Daoist master and formally learn Daoism and its praxis and how that can benefit me and my understanding of myself, God, and everything in between. Also delving into Musashi Miyamoto’s philosophy, whose influence comes from Japanese Buddhism.

I also dabble in (capital S) Stoicism. So no, not the 1940s-1950s American trope of what a “stoic” man is. But this is not an apologetics thread for Stoicism. All I’ll say is that the philosophical school is highly misused and taken out of context to promote either nasty things or to completely misrepresent the philosophy negatively.

To the nazis, trans/homophobes, and “trads”: This is not the page for yall. I believe race mixing is a great thing, and gender is a societal construct. I will not express any political beliefs or feelings other than to shit on the above-mentioned groups, and even then, most of the time, I’ll block that kind of crowd and not let them use my page as a platform to spread hate. I am apolitical. Recently had to renew my license, and I told them I do not want to register to vote. So, judge me how you will be based on that, I guess. I don’t police my followers, so if any of you good people see that I’m mutuals with someone that belongs to those above-mentioned groups, please kindly DM me and I’ll handle it. Meaning I’ll block the account. No drama, No BS, just cutting chaff from the wheat.

The content I post, are quotes from my readings, the ancient hymns I study, and dashingly long threads summarizing what I read, and just general esoteric rambles. I’m not afraid to be wrong or look ignorant anywhere I go on social media, so if you see a mistake in my rambles, quotes, or whatever, please kindly let me know! I love you all, and I hope we can all learn something from one another. Gods bless you all.

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specterthief · 1 year

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How about your opinion on Joker?

Sexuality Headcanon: gay or bi, i can fully go either way with this one. i always play my jokers super gay in P5R but he's most commonly portrayed as bi and that also totally tracks. he just definitely likes guys Gender Headcanon: likewise i have also never seen a joker gender headcanon i can't at least see. i usually write him as a gender nonconforming cis guy but i've also written and have a huge soft spot for trans girl joker, and i've seen really great content portraying him as a trans guy or nonbinary. he's just an extremely gender character tbh A ship I have with said character: akeshu is my absolute biggest OTP for the game, but i also really like joker with ryuji or yusuke, especially with how i've seen them written in pre-royal fics. he has really good chemistry with all of them and it's tragic none of the boys were romance options :') A BROTP I have with said character: i love his friendship with morgana!!! they're buddies!! the way he's so upset and refuses to do anything when morgana runs away because he cares about him so much and is so worried... the fact that morgana is the magician arcana usually associated with the best friend character... it's just such a sweet dynamic and i really like how they grow over the course of the game. pals A NOTP I have with said character: kawakami. i personally don't care for any of the ships with him and the adult confidants but kawakami is definitely the one i actively dislike the most and find the most unpleasant as a dynamic in-game even without actually committing to the romance A random headcanon: he actually needs to get glasses for real between the end of p5 and the beginning of strikers and that's why the graphics are so much sharper for the environments in strikers :) he gets to have his "oh my god trees have so many leaves" moment after wearing his fake hipster glasses for a year General Opinion over said character: VERY GOOD, such an absolute guy and very fun to think about and try and pick apart. i am a Silent Protagonist Appreciator as a whole and joker is such a perfect balance of being a fun relatable player character while also having a ton of personality you can draw conclusions on from the limited text and that's the perfect type of mc for me. i think he's very very neat and i want good things for him

#answered #fandom: persona #time for specterthief's opinions

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plantdaddy3 · 1 year

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The Arcana Julian x Magician Apprentice fic

The apprentice is pretty pissed that Julian is lying to everyone about killing the count. While the trial is in recess, they have some things to say to him. Though, they could never be angry enough to make him possible to resist… not that he can resist either. MC needs to prove to Julian that they can do this together.

Takes place after the murder trial in julian’s route has taken place, but before the verdict is given. I think this piece will be the first in a series of “Places I think Julian and my OC should’ve banged but the game is 12+”:p

The apprentice should be written gender neutral! Have fun with your OCs:)

!Mature! There is detailed smut in this. Viewer discretion advised!

Also! Im considering writing a follow up fic to this one where Julian returns the favor;) so let me know if y’all want that!

My steps echo through the dungeon as I walk down the cobblestone stairs. Angry tears threaten my eyes as I approach the cell that held the moronic man I’d been so unfortunate to fall in love with.

I nod to the guard who opened the cell and step inside. “Can you please give us a moment,” I request, never taking my piercing stare off of his pale eyes. By the look on his face, he knows he’s in trouble.

“I’m sorry, magician. The Countess said it was not safe for you to be left alone with him. I am to stay at my post in case something happens.”

“Oh, believe me. I’m not the one you should be worried about.” My nostrils flare as I watch emotions flash across Julian’s face— probably some fear, some arousal.

“I’m sorry?” The guard questions. I take a deep breath and come back to my senses.

“Nothing, my apologies.” I pull my gaze away from Julian and focus on the guard. “I’m afraid I must insist on some privacy. He’s a skeptic and won’t talk around just anyone. If the Countess is displeased, tell her I insisted and that she may speak to me about it.”

The guard stands still for a moment, looking unsure. After a beat, he gives a nod. “Very well. Don’t be long.”

“We won’t, thank you.” I watch carefully as the guard walks off, and as soon as he is free from my vision, I stomp my way towards Julian.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Er.. well… eye, I suppose,” He fumbles, trying to hide the fear and concern with a smirk.

“Quiet.” I command, pinning him against the wall, chains clattering as they hit it alongside him. He flushes and fixes me with a roguish smile, but it won’t be enough this time. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Why, I’m just admiring the view. And what a lovely, lovely view it is— augh!” I slide my hand under the seam of his shirt and pinch a sensitive area on his hip. Unfortunately, I am unsure if his noise is one of pain or pleasure.

“Stop it, Julian. This isn’t the time. I need you to talk to me.” I feel my mask slip for a moment, concern and fear taking the place of bitter anger. “Please.”

His eyes soften as he stares down at me through fluttering eyelashes, but before I know it he clenches his jaw and his gaze turns hard once more. “I’m telling the truth, my dear. I have to pay for my crime of mur—“

“I’m not sure who exactly you think you are fooling, but it sure as hell isn’t me. You did not kill Lucio. So, it would be in your best interest to answer me honestly. Why are you doing this?” I try to be stern, but I can feel the act slipping away the longer I stared at him. I’m terrified, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide that. I assume by the look in his eyes that he can tell.

He’s silent for a long moment, allowing the weight in my chest to sink more and more. Once again I watch his eyes gloss over as if I were a stranger. As if we hadn’t been in this whole thing together up until this point.

“Perhaps, my darling magician, you just don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a leather finger. “I know it must be disappointing to find that I really was the murderer all along, especially with everything we’ve been through, but it’s the truth.” He pauses, an emotion swirling in his eyes that I can’t quite place. “You need to know that.”

I know I’m losing him and that I have to act fast. He’s always been stubborn, but this was on another level. I need him to snap out of whatever dramatic fit this is before it’s too late. I run my hand up his body, starting at his wrist and trailing up past his neck and jawline before reaching into his hair and tangling my fingers through his auburn curls. He can’t resist a smile as his chained hands make their way to my waist.

“Oh, my dear, you are just the loveliest vision in all of—ugh.” His shameless flirtations are cut short when I tighten my grip on his locks, pulling him closer to me so he can’t escape my gaze. I drag my eyes over every inch of his face, stopping on his lips for a moment longer than I intend to. Even as furious as I am with him, it’s hard to resist them— to resist him. He flushes under my stare and flicks his tongue over his lower lip after noticing my attraction to them. I lean closer, our noses touching and lips brushing ever so slightly. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat as I tease a kiss but don’t deliver. Instead, I pull back far enough to look into his eyes, but not so far that our breaths stop mixing. My nose still brushes his.

“Why can’t you just trust me, Julian?” I ask, my voice a low whisper. My hand moves from his hair to the back of his neck and I feel every part of my body betraying me. I can feel myself slipping as the desire takes over.

His eyes are dark, suggesting he’s enduring the same struggle. “I trust you more than anyone, darling. It’s not about trust.” His lips barely move as he speaks and his eyelids droop as we draw closer again. He rests his forehead against mine as he speaks. “It’s about keeping you safe.”

With those words, anger fills my body once again. I push him away from me and back away from his concerned stare. “We are not doing this again, Julian. Absolutely not.” He opens his mouth to speak, but this time it’s my turn to shut him down. I move towards him and place my palm over his mouth, trying to ignore the satisfaction I feel when I see his eyes widen and feel him sink into my touch. “Now, you listen to me, Doctor,” I begin, my voice dropping to a low, almost growling register, “You insist that you need to do things alone but you don’t. In fact, you won’t ever face trials alone as long as I’m here. And no matter how hard you push, I’m not moving. You will not drive me out of your life because I won’t let you!” I move my hand from his mouth to cup his chin, pulling his face towards mine to look at his eyes closer. My gaze switches from eye to eye has I study him, trying to decipher what thoughts are swirling behind them. “Is that understood, Dr. Devorak?” I see him flush at the use of his name in such a way, making heat rush to the bottom of my stomach as I feel the desire crawling over me, suffocating me and silencing any coherent thought. He makes it impossible to focus.

He nods slowly, moving my hand cautiously into his and bringing it up to his lips. He places a soft kiss on the back of my hand and then folds it between his own. “I understand, my dear. I feel the same about you. That’s why I have to do this.” His eyes are apologetic and sad. I feel my stomach sink, fearing no words in this realm would pass into his thick skull and actually stick. Desperation claws at me as I sink into the warmth of his touch, savoring every twitch of his fingers in mine in case it’s the last.

Before I can think properly my free hand is moving, snaking up his body to cradle the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. He makes a surprised noise against my lips, but eagerly returns my sentiments. The kiss is messy and desperate. I try to touch every inch of his lips with mine and attempt to memorize the taste. Julian may be a mystery on many fronts but I know one thing for sure: he wants me just as much as I want him. I can tell by the way his lips caress mine, the low groans and whimpers he produces, the begging way his hand finds the small of my back to pull me closer. He couldn’t deny it if he tried— though, I don’t think he would.

After several intoxicating moments, I reluctantly pull away. A displeased whimper comes from the back of his throat as he tries to chase my mouth to no avail. I step on my tip toes to bring my mouth up to his ear, brushing my teeth teasingly along his earlobe. I can feel him shiver and it fills me with satisfaction. “Fine,” I begin, whispering into his ear, seduction dripping from the word, “If words won’t work…” I trail my hand down his long figure, starting at his throat and moving down his chest before resting my hand right above the bulge in his pants that he’s had ever since I pushed him against the wall. His adam’s apple bobs as his eyelids droop. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. “…Maybe actions will.” With that, I move my hand to grope the bulge, earning a strangled sigh from him as he melts into my touch. He was putty in my hands and I had barely done anything yet.

“No, no, I don’t deserve— ahh. What if the guard— fuck.” Fruitless attempts at diversion leave his lips as I stroke him through his pants. He tilts his head up, eyes rolling back as he bites his lips to keep his moans quiet. “Are you sure that you really—“

“Julian,” I scold, causing him to stop talking and focus his eyes back on me. I raise my chin to give him a quick kiss— too quick for either of our likings. I remove my hand from his bulge, making him squirm in response. I stare into his eyes, mine filled with determination and purpose. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” He responds breathlessly, “I— yes” He seizes my mouth in his hungrily, barely stopping to come up for breath. I fumble with his belt, slipping it from his waist and tugging his pants down. I free his cock, watching it spring up as if begging for my touch. I oblige, wrapping my hand along him and stroking slowly in an agonizing fashion. He thrusts up into my hand, begging for more, but I withhold. A chorus of ‘please’ combined with my name leave his swollen lips. I throb and ache at the sounds of his begging.

I place a kiss on his lips before separating myself and falling to my knees. His eyes widen slightly as I close my lips around his head, swirling my tongue teasingly. I move my hand down to cup his balls, his cock twitching against my lips in response. I fight a prideful grin as I continue to caress him with my tongue. He throws his head back and tangles a hand in his hair, mouth hanging open to allow the whimpers and moans to flow freely. I take my mouth off of his cock with a loud pop, resulting in a fountain of words of protest.

“No—fuck— please don’t stop. Oh, please, please” He whines, making my stomach flip. I bite my lip to keep from making any sounds myself.

“Patience, Dr. Devorak,” I tease. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’m going to take good care of you. I want you to feel good.” I trail kisses along his cock as I speak. He growls. “Do you know why? Because, I care about you,” I say with intention, staring into his eyes and moving my hand along him. His eyes soften.

He groans. “God, I do not deserve you.” He drops a hand to my head, running his fingers affectionately through my hair. A grin sneaks through my barriers this time. “I mean you’re just so lovely. And I’m… well I’m a mess. I just bring ruin everywhere, and I— ohhhh”

I cut off his existential rant by returning my mouth to his cock, bobbing my head up and down and using a hand to stroke where my mouth doesn’t touch. His fingers tighten around my hair and a moan escapes my throat, the sound vibrating around him.

“Fuck I— do that again. Please, please do that again.”

I oblige, humming as I move. I’m met with an abundance of yes and just like that. I can feel him hardening more and more with every minute that passes. I move down until he touches the back of my throat and swallow, earning a strangled groan.

“God, that too. You are a vision, my dear— ahhh”

I continue, following his moans as a guide for what to do. When something makes his knees wobble or results in a delicious sound from his lips, I make sure to repeat the action until he sings my name. Seeing him this vulnerable is almost too much for me. Both my heart and my arousal swell at the thought of him. It’s clear to me how much I love him, I only hope it will become clear to him as well.

I feel him grow in my mouth and I know he’s close. I move my head faster, swirling my tongue skillfully and twisting my hand as I stroke. He thrusts himself into my mouth, holding tight to my hair for balance as his knees threaten to give out on him.

“I’m— ahh— I’m going to—“ He tugs on my hair, warning me to take my mouth off, but fight against it and continue moving. “I— fuck— are you sure?” He asks, noting my persistence. I nod, humming along him as I move. It doesn’t take him long after that to come apart in my hands. I slow down but never to a full stop, milking him to his last drop. His noises and praises seem never ending, and I savor every single one of them. His cock twitches as the sensitivity kicks in. Once I’m sure I’ve drank all of him, I remove my mouth. I clean him up with my tongue before fastening him back in his pants. Exhausted, he falls down beside me, breath still heavy. I wipe my mouth as he looks at me with adoration in his eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. I sigh, feeling my heart lighten at the way he’s looking at me.

He takes my hand, kissing the back of it and trailing the kisses up my arm and neck until reaching my lips. I probably still taste of him, but neither of us seems to mind. He kisses me slowly, full of passion. It’s gentler than our previous ones, as if he thinks he may break me if he’s not careful. As he pulls away and a satisfied sigh leaves my nose. I brush my fingers through his hair, unable to keep the smile off of my lips. He leans forward, pressing our foreheads together. We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

He’s the first to break it. “I’m sorry,” He grumbles, moving his head and burying it in my shoulder. My fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around me, pulling me in close.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Julian.” I move my other hand to run up and down his back. I feel him sink into me. “I understand your thought process. But I also know how much I care for you and how much I want you to be safe and happy.” I feel him sigh as he tightens his grip around me as if I may disappear.

“A part of me knows that and has known it all along,” He grumbles into my shoulder, “I just… couldn’t stand if anything happened to you… If anyone hurt you— god, if I hurt you— I’d just—“

“Shh…” I coo, pulling him closer. I continue to rub his back until I feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate.

He pulls his head up, looking me in the eye before speaking again. “You are everything to me, my dear. I pray my feelings for you are never in question.”

My smile widens as I look at him, brushing hair out of his eye to see him better. “The feeling is very much mutual.” I lace my fingers with his. “And we’re going to get through this together. You do deserve me, and so much more.”

He chuckles. “Oh, my lovely vision, if I have you I already have everything I need.” I mirror the smile that rests on his lips as he fixes the spots in my hair he had previously messed up. I lean in for a kiss, but we both jump away as we hear metal boots clanking down the stairs. We look to the stairs and then at each other, wide eyed and flushed. We scurry to our feet and I brush my hair with my fingers, nervous he missed something while trying to fix it. I stifle a laugh at his poor attempt to tuck in his shirt, earning an eye roll and a sharp ‘shh!’.

The guard makes his way back into the cell. “My apologies, magician. I was told to alert you that the recess is coming to an end and the verdict is about to be read.” I feel my stomach drop. As much as I enjoyed my time in here with Julian, I failed to get any important information. He must see the concern in my face because he rushes towards me, putting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me close enough to whisper.

“I have a plan. Come find me after the verdict and I’ll explain everything. No incentive needed. Unless, of course, you want to—“

His flirtatious whispers are cut short by the guard pulling him off of me. “Keep your hands off, murderer,” he spits, but Julian is far too focused on me to process the insult, a playful smirk sitting on his lips. I force a straight face, narrowing my eyes in attempts to keep a scowl.

“That’s quite all right, I finished things up here anyway.” I give him a pointed look and he quirks an eyebrow at me. I force myself to look away. “Thank you for letting me speak to him.”

The guard nods and I begin to leave to cell despite the force begging me to stay. Just as I’m about to reach the stairs, his voice calls out to me. I turn back towards him.

“Thank you for your… help, magician. Please, do let me know if you want me to—er— return the favor,” He teases, throwing me a suggestive look. My cheeks flush as I manage a nod. Luckily, I keep my smile from forming until I’m up the stairs and out of anyone’s eye. My fingers caress the stone walls as I walk, feeling much lighter than when I arrived.

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