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deathbxnny · 3 months

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Alright! Here it is!

Can i request the Hashiras (Kyojuro, Giyuu, and Sanemi) reacting to their s/o reader giving him a lock of their hair to him? Historically, giving a lock of one's hair to someone has been considered a sign of love and devotion, especially before an impending parting. So what if the reader is giving their lock of hair bc they know their lover will be on a particular long mission.

I hope this is a good request to start of your return. Also yeah, i’ve been doing well! Although i cant lie im not worried on some stuff (Chainsaw man’s new chapters worries me, also did you know that Reze’s arc will get a movie and idk if im ready for the heartbreak T.T)

But regardless of that, hope you have a good day/night though!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hello there, Flower Anon! Thank you for your cute request, I love it so much! And yeah, I'm getting very worried over Dennis myself and have heard about the movie. I'm actually a manga only reader for CSM and will probably not watch it, because the heartbreak was bad the first time, but it's cool to hear about! Also, I'm glad you're doing well otherwise and hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Small angst, fluff, Reader is not a demon slayer, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

☆Rengoku Kyojuro☆

Kyojuro, despite his passion for his work, hated leaving you behind for longer missions. He knew it hurted you more than any wound could ever hurt him and yet, the call of a crow meant his next departure was near. He tried dragging it out for as long as he could, showering you in affection and making sure you're well taken care of whilst he's gone. But eventually, you two found yourself standing at the estate's gates together once more.

He frowned at your teary gaze, when you suddenly held out something to him. "Oh!" He blinked, noting with ease that it was a lock of your hair, wrapped in a red ribbon. He chuckled, as he grabbed it carefully and made sure you saw the way he pinned it to the inside of his haori, right over his heart. He felt an even stronger fire burn through him, his heart full and heavy with his love for you. It was the first time, he ever considered abandoning his duties just to stay with you for a while longer.

But the impatient call of a crow made him refrain only barely and sigh. He put on a wide smile, a kiss pressed to your lips, before he finally turned and began leaving. He waved to you, the sun setting and making his bright eyes shine for you.

"Thank you for this beautiful gift, my love! I'm bound to come home even faster now, with you even close to my heart!"

☆Tomioka Giyuu☆

Giyuu sighed to himself in defeat, when the crow told him about his next mission. He didn't want to leave the peace he had for the last three weeks with you. But duty calls, despite him wishing it would just stop already. He moved slowly, his hands calmly fastening his Nichirin swords to his waist, dark blue eyes meeting your solemn and sad one's. He knew, that you didn't want him to leave either.

You got closer to him then, your hands replacing his, as you began helping him. It's what you often did before his departures, a way of spending time with him for one last time, just in case it took longer than it should. It was a grim reality you two didn't like facing, but reality kept you from getting too far away.

Giyuu's eyes widened ever so slightly when you suddenly tied a small charm to one of his swords. But on further inspection, he realised that a lock of your hair was attached to it. He looked up at you, but you didn't meet his gaze, perhaps out of fear of crying the moment you did.

His hand grasped yours once you were done, his lips pressing against them in a silent thank you. His heart warmed at your gesture, despite him not fully showing it. There was hesitation in the way he let go of you afterwards, but the soft words he spoke, before departing at last, said enough, even if not alot.

"I'll return to you."

☆Shinazugawa Sanemi☆

Sanemi was in a frustrated hurry to get ready, his hands quick to grab all necessary gear and clothing items for his immideate need to leave. There was an emergency mission in a far away village and he had to be there, much to his secret dismay. He had just come back from a longer mission two weeks ago and now he's forced to leave you again? He hated it, you ofcourse did as well, despite never voicing it.

He hissed out a string of curses, when he couldn't find his Haori, until you suddenly appeared next to him with it in hand. He gave you a thankful nod, as you helped him put it on, but also slipped something into his hand, whilst he finally left in a hurry, which he shoved into his pocket quickly. Thankfully he was able to steal a kiss on his way out, secretly noting to spoil you once back ofcourse.

He only looked at what you gave him, when he finally had the time to take a break. His hand reached into his Haori, humming in confusion at the sight of a silver locket. Carefully opening it, he froze when he saw a lock of your hair. Scarred fingers carefully reached to brush against it, before he sighed and shook his head.

He missed you.

Getting up, he felt restless and frustrated again, as he gathered up his things once more. He needed to get this mission over with. He can take a break, once he's in your arms again. Pushing the locket back into his pocket, he continued on his way, motivated for his need for you.

"I'm going to personally send that damned demon back to hell for you, I swear it..."

Thank you again for the great request, Flower Anon! I absolutely loved writing this and hope you enjoyed it too!<33

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witch-hazels-musings · 10 months

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Chivalry

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | age mention: 23 (Reader) | angst* (due to different social statuses, reader confinement/isolation, reader is kidnapped & rescued (bound, eyes covered, put in a small box), kaeya is beaten T.T), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | kissing!

Knight!Kaeya x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Jean - coming soon)

You hung your head low, avoided the piercing eyes of the nosey, curious bystanders who happened to be around every time you were. Your life was placed on a pedestal, cast in a light so bright you wanted to shed your skin and melt away.

To the kingdom you were its ‘gift from the heavens’. A miracle, a good omen. A precious gem whose luster should never be tarnished. And for that you were locked away.

You were more like a prisoner than a princess. Albeit a gilded one.

You were already trapped but as you walked to the grand hall with an escort of polished maids, you were headed to suffocation.

“Sir Kaeya Alberich, do you vow to fulfil your duty of protecting the Princess no matter the stakes.” You watched as the King, your father, towered above the blue-haired knight who knelt before him. You hardly paid attention. Instead, you put on your practiced face while your mind ran through the fields of the kingdom you’d never see. Something moved to your right. Automatically you straightened your back and lifted your head at the feeling of your mothers sharp eyes.

“My vow is my seal, your majesty,” the knight spoke. His hand moving to his chest but he didn’t raise his head.

“You are not originally a ward of my kingdom, for this reason I see fit to mark any failure as punishable by death.”

His statement hung heavy in the hall. Murmurs from nobles passed around ivy decorated pillars, gasps rose in front of golden dishes holding food no-one touched. Your chest tightened; why would anyway agree to those terms. One person couldn’t possibly be that important. You frowned and hoped your mother didn’t notice.

“I understand,” the knight said and you fought back an expression of disgust.

“So be it,” the King snapped his fingers and the room stilled. You rose from the cushioned chair beside the Queen while a maid fussed with your long, elegant dress. “Rise, Sir Alberich.”

Kaeya Alberich lifted off his knees and you took him in for the first time. His complexion was tanned, he had waist-length hair that was tied off to the side, the ponytail falling over his left shoulder in waves of cobalt and azure. His armor of silver reflected the dangling crystals that hung about the gold-lined windows in the hall. Over his right eye was a black eyepatch that was shrouded by his bangs. Kaeya was, without a doubt, handsome, and you found the juxtaposition of his hue against the narrow, red rug beneath him striking.

The knight made eye contact with you so you looked at your hands.

The King called for you to stand at his side. As trained, you moved like fluid to reach him, made sure your expression was serene like the paintings of your likeness lining the castle walls. “From henceforth, you will be the sword, the shield, the protector of our kingdoms greatest asset. Should harm befall her, so too shall it you.”

“I will guard her with every breath,” he affirmed with a nod but when he lifted it just enough to look your way, you swore he winked at you.

The room erupted in polite applause. You felt the hand of your mother against your back as she glided down from her seat as if to display her love for her daughter. You, however, looked on and did your best not to cry.

After the ceremony ended, you were escorted back to your bedchambers with one extra in tow. Your new personal knight walked silently behind the entourage of attendants. His armor clinging and echoing in the hall was the only indication he was even there.

The labyrinth between the main castle and your hidden quarters made the already oppressive atmosphere thicker. Your gown was thin but you felt weighted down by it.

“Wait here,” the head maid instructed your new guardian before she closed the door in his face and assisted you with changing. Your mother had instructed them to never keep you in the same clothes for long. There were days you’d have on upwards to nine different outfits just to satisfy her. The Queen’s own personal doll.

When they were finished, you were wearing a flowing gown that spilled out behind you when you walked. It showed bits of your back, which you hated, and had strands of translucent fabric coming off your chest connecting to golden bracelets around your wrists. It was a hue of your least favorite color. You looked at your reflection and tried to be happy.

The head maid shooed the others to other duties while she took it upon herself to let the patient knight back in.

“You are not allowed to be close to the princess,” she barked as he stepped into the room; too far for her liking. Kaeya looked down at her which made her fluff up like a mother hen. If there was anymore more protective than Lila, you didn’t want to know.

“It’s alright, Lila, I’m sure he was vetted thoroughly. Were you not?” You appeared from behind a tall, viridian green divider that had carved scenes of landscapes you’d seen only in picture books. The shoes one of the maids tied to your feet clacked against the marble floors, drawing the knight and your maid’s attention. Sir Alberich took you in for so long you had to cross your arms and cough to get him to answer you.

“I can assure you I will bring no harm to the Princess,” he answered, more to Lila than to you but his focus never left you. Suddenly, he bowed for a proper introduction, “Kaeya Alberich, pleased to make your acquaintance. As professed prior, I will ensure your safety or my life take me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not worth that level of commitment.”

“Princess!” Lila screamed as she rushed over to you. She took your hand and smacked it, “do not say such things,” she hit your fingers again making the tips sting. “I will not hear it! What would your mothe-”

You watched as Sir Alberich snatched Lila’s wrist before it could fall one more time. The action stole your breath and made both you and your maid stumble.

“Ah-ah, this won’t do,” he tisked, a gentle smile on his lips even though the eye you could see said something different. “I can’t let you continue with such violent actions. If you wish to hit someone, I will take her place,” Sir Alberich offered his hand by placing it above your own. Lila, understandably frustrated and taken aback released you before taking several steps away.

“I-I will check on your mid-day meal ,my lady,” she huffed, adjusting her skirt as she stumbled toward the door.

“None for me?” He called to her but she was already gone. “How cruel,” he chuckled, turning his attention to your warm fingers. Using a gentle touch, he lifted them. One palm above and below and soon the heat started to fade into a cool, localized chill.

“How’s that?” He asked. You were painfully aware how close he was to you. A shiver ran up your arms.

“F-fine.” You’d never met someone who could manipulate the elements like this. Of course you’d heard of vision users, but no one you’d come into contact with held one. If they did, it was kept a secret.

“Delightful,” he hummed as he looked at you. “Mm, that’s better,” he said as he removed one of his hands so he could see your fingers. He had gloves on but you could still feel the warmth of his palm.

“T-Thank you, Sir Alberich.” Pulling your hand to your chest, you tried to hide the way it trembled. When was the last time a man touched you?

“Kaeya,” he corrected, catching you off guard.

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Kaeya, Princess,” he explained, emphasizing a little too sweetly on the title you had. The corner of his mouth lifted higher the more uncomfortable you became.

“I ... That would be improper. B-Besides,” you shook your head, taking another step back not noticing you were nearing the shallow steps that led further into your bedroom. “I barely know you.”

“Hmm, that may be true,” he said taking a step toward you. Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment. “A compromise then.”

“... compromise?”

“In public you can address me however you’d like. Sir Alberich, Sir Knight, my loyal protector,” he teased, playfulness written all over his face. He chuckled and your cheeks grew warm, “but in private, call me, Kaeya.”

“I couldn’t --” you stammered, moving backward as he approached. It was strange, you didn’t feel threatened but you somehow knew it was dangerous to let him get closer.

“It seems we are in private right now, Princess,” he noted, scanning the room. “Come on, give it a try.”

“Sir - Sir Alb-” you put out your hand as you fell backward, tripping over the steps you forgot existed. Unsurprisingly, he caught you. His hand wrapped expertly around your arm, the other pressed against your lower back as he pulled you away from danger. When you were stable, he let you stand on your own.

“What were you saying?” He smirked, not letting you escape even though he technically wasn’t holding you hostage.

Your fingers dug into the fabric about your chest. Your heart was pounding and you felt light-headed. Nervous, you scanned the room but found it was only you and your knight.

“K-Kaeya,” you mumbled. Saying his name felt like a violation of etiquette. It made your ears ring but when you stole a peek at him, your world shifted color.

Kaeya reached for your hand, his thumb brushed over your fingers, the fingers he had protected moments ago. “My Princess,” he whispered above them before placing a kiss to the tips of your nails. He lingered there for what felt like forever. You found it hard to breathe. “There, easier than you expected, hmm?”

He rose to his full height and you pulled your hand away. The sound of rushing footsteps, no doubt belonging to your head maid, echoed just outside the hall.

“If y-you’ll excuse me,” you stammered and practically ran to the washroom praying, for once, someone would give you five minutes of privacy.

Day’s turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you and Kaeya settled into an easy rhythm. Or as easy as it could be. Most of your days were boring. You weren’t allowed to wander around the castle without permission. Even going to the private library had to be passed through channel after channel. You thought getting a personal guard would make it easier for you to live a ‘normal’ life; what a lie that turned out to be.

You hated the rules, hated the expectations; so, naturally, a person born without them would find this secluded lifestyle miserable - Kaeya never complained. Not once did you see him huff or roll his eyes at the state of your life. Instead, he moved about it with ease. Made jokes and had fun even if you found it difficult. He seemed to even have fun with you. The days didn’t seem so lonely with him around.

Maybe whatever duty he had before being whisked away to be your knight was tedious or dreadful - this, probably, seemed like a walk in the park.

Nothing bad ever happened save for an accidental cut when being fitted for a new dress, of which twenty new ones were on their way, or a burn from eating something too hot. Otherwise there were rumored threats that came your way. Threats you weren’t aware of until your father dished out hoards of the kingdoms wealth on a suitable protector for you. Kaeya was not the first knight you were given in your life.

Once, you stumbled on one of the ‘so-called’ letters when you were waiting for your mother to finish getting ready. It was sticking out of the edge of her journal. Your heart was racing as you read it, not because of the contents, more for being caught with something you weren’t supposed to see.

Your parents shielded you from every possible threat but they couldn’t understand how that level of protection harmed you mentally. Their obsession with your safety had turned into chains, their promises of a good life were rose-tinted and flimsy. They wanted a child so badly, but they forgot why the moment you were born.

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the book in your lap. You’d read the story multiple times, ran your fingers over the pages that had been stolen so you wouldn’t be hurt by the scenes that played out on them. You tried to imagine what the characters went through, what occurred during their forced time-skip. Your ideas changed over the years until you realized it didn’t matter anyway.

Gazing through the thick, crystal glass in your conservatory, you watched sheets of water glide over the other side. You reached out and touch it but felt only cold. Around you the aroma of exotic flowers filled the space, forgotten food lay untouched on a silver tray. There were ample places for you to sit, but you always chose the one closest to the windows. Maybe one day you’d finally break through them.

“Princess,” Kaeya’s voice interrupted your thoughts. When you twisted to look at him he froze in the doorway. His brows bunched up, eyes narrowed as he made his way toward you. With ease he sat in the empty space in front of you. The long day bed creaked at his weight, you moved your legs to avoid touching him.

Kaeya pulled off his glove.

Your gaze grew distant.

Kaeya cupped your cheek and slowly brushed away your tears.

You faded away.

And while you slept beside him, he looked through the distorted glass as his bare fingers brushed through your well-kept hair.

On the night of the new moon, everything changed.

You awoke to find yourself tied up and alone, headed to a place you didn’t know. The threats that were just rumors had finally come to fruition. While the kingdom slept, infiltrators acted their plan.

You overheard their conversations through the bindings they tied around your head. Bleeding arguments seeped through the wrappings you were sure had torn out chunks of your hair. For a while you thought it was a dream until rough hands picked you up and threw you against splintering wood. Whoever they were, they were in a hurry.

“L-Lock it already!” One stuttered, their tone tense and anxious.

“I’m trying,” another said and soon you heard the sound of a lock falling in place. Lifting up, you rammed your head into the celling and fell back down with a heavy thud. Were you in some kind of crate? You stretched but couldn’t extend your legs completely. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back you might be able to feel around. For now you’d do your best to loosen the bindings.

“-- money --!”

“Hahah, we’re --- good for ---”

“--- keep her who knows --- much - make -”

Straining to hear, you picked up even less of their conversation than before. From what you could gather, they just wanted to hold you long enough to get a hefty ransom. You hoped that’s all they wanted. At some point you began to shiver the longer the cart you were in rocked back and forth.

“-- that?” The cart slowed causing you to roll into the side of your small enclosure.

“huh?”

“-- hear th-- AH!” Horrible cries erupted around you. The world outside was so foreign to you that every nightmarish thought you ever had ran through your mind. Their screams grew louder, more guttural, until they stopped as soon as they started.

Tossing in the small space, you wondered if you should make noise or not. If these thieves were attacked by other thieves, would they search the cart only to find you? Would they look over whatever container you were in and let you die alone and afraid. You struggled against your bindings - if it was another threat, having your hands ready might give you the edge you needed.

The cart jostled violently. The creak of a door sounded more like metal bending by enormous force. The lock you heard earlier strained against something before shattering. You scratched up your arms but managed to free your hands. Shifting to your back, you prepared your legs and hands for a fight.

A gust of chilly night air hit you and you launched forward hopeful you were attacking whatever had come to steal your life. Strong hands grabbed you so you thrashed against them.

“GET OFF! LET GO OF ME!” You shouted in the darkness until something ripped the binding off and you could see the face of your attacker.

Kaeya’s face appeared in the shade of the night sky. His complexion looked wrong, unlike him, there was panic in his eyes that didn’t ease even when you said his name. You relaxed, looked past him and saw an arm extended in the dirt.

With expert strength, Kaeya scooped you up. His body shaking as he held you to his chest, as he walked away from the cart so you couldn’t see what he had done to those who stole you from him, as his hand pressed against the back of your head. Your feet dangled over the musty earth while your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re alright,” he breathed against into your hair. Repeated the words until they became nothing but mumbling noise.

“You came for me,” you said and tightened your grip.

“You thought that I wouldn’t?” His question had the cadence of a joke but his trembling voice betrayed him. Carefully he set you on the ground and began to look you over. His jaw clenched when he saw the state of your wrists, his eye turned a shade darker when he noticed the cut on your cheek.

“They’re just small injuries, that’s it,” you tried to reassure him but that didn’t seem to work. He was raging, you could tell.

Tenderly, you brushed the hair on his brow. You meant to comfort him but instead you did something else. Kaeya pushed you back until you bumped into the sturdy tree-trunk. His fingers snagged your wrist before brining it to his lips so he could kiss the bruises starting to form.

“... kaeya ...!” you pushed against him, confused and overwhelmed by the sensation. He had been touchy with you before. A wandering hand at your back, a playful shake of your head as he held your chin when you didn’t listen, sat a bit too close while you were working on something, but this. Never this.

Kaeya grabbed your other wrist. Bounced back and forth with his affections while you slid further down the tree.

It was difficult to breathe. Why was he doing this?

“ ... sir ... sir ka-”

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, appearing in front of your face so fast your head bounced back, startled. “Not yet,” Kaeya leaned in and kissed you, his hands holding your own to his chest while he pushed into your lips with his. You felt dizzy, heart fluttered.

When he finally pulled back you were gasping. It was so hard to focus on anything but him.

“I serve you --” he whispered above your lips, the caress of them as he spoke tickled and made you shiver. “Tell me to stop.” A shock went down your spine. Looking at his face you noticed how his gaze was locked on your lips. “Tell me -” he pleaded, desperate, desire dripping of him. You knew what to say, knew what was expected but knowing the feel of his lips made your will distorted.

“d-- s-stop --” the words bubbled on your lips. You heard them but it didn’t sound like you; that wasn’t what you thought you’d say. Kaeya moved closer only to pull back moments later. You stumbled at the absence of him and tried to catch your breath.

Kaeya, jaw clenching, ran his hands through his hair before turning his back to you. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Composing yourselves with whatever strength you had.

“We aren’t far from the castle.” He eventually said, voice back to normal. The honeyed tone covering each word. “We need to return now before the King sends out his whole army.” He turned, extending his hand toward you. “Can you walk?”

“ ... yes.”

“Ready when you are,” he said and you took his hand even though it was torturous to your heart. What did his actions really mean -- and how could either of you go back now that you knew what the other tasted like?

The two of you returned you to the castle in the early morning but the comfort of the stone walls soon turned into a nightmare as royal guards ripped the two of you apart and drug Kaeya to be reprimanded while you struggled in vain to stop them.

Your mother held your bruised wrist so tightly you swore it would break all the while you’d be forced to watch as several guards beat Kaeya. You weren’t supposed to be here, you’d broken every rule to fight your way to him but he - he was worth it.

“STOP!” You shouted, clawing at your mothers wrist, tearing beads and jewels off her sleeve. “FATHER STOP THIS!” Lila, tears in her eyes, rushed toward you to try and pull you back through the door you burst through moments ago.

She was conflicted by rules and love, “Princess, you mus’nt.”

“He didn’t hurt me. FATHER PLEASE!”

Your heart was shattering, you felt weak and strong at the same time. Like a caged animal who sees the light of freedom, you shook against the hands that held you back.

“Mother, please --” you gazed up at the Queen whose expression was twisted. She was the only one powerful enough to stop the king but in the twenty-three years you’d known her, she never once went against him. “Mom, look at me please,” she did, the corner of her eyes glistening, “If you care for me at all -- please.”

You could hear the sounds of every contact, every brutal landing against Kaeya. He never made a noise.

Torn, conflicted, your mother’s grip eased which gave you the chance to make a break for it. Without thinking, with cries and screams chasing after you, you ran toward the man who gave you his life so you could give him yours.

Shoving past the guards as they swung, one of their blunted weapons made contact with your shoulder but you didn’t care. Kaeya’s eyes went wide. You threw your arms out toward him. He did the same and caught you and brought you below him, shielding you from the blows that followed.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” Your fathers voice echoed, causing you to tighten your grip around your knights neck. He pressed his bloodied palm against your back and lifted his head. You peeked to look at him only for your your blood run cold at the expression on Kaeya’s face.

His eyepatch had fallen off. You could see the sharpness of his eyes. One rich in royal blue while the other a paler white, an old scar slowly turning red from a cut at his hairline. He had a split lip and another cut against his nose. You bit back a sob at the sate of him while everyone else took several steps back.

“Release my daughter,” the King rumbled, stealing a sword from one of the guards.

“She came to me,” Kaeya bit back, aura growing darker at the sight of the weapon.

“Daughter.”

“I won’t leave.”

“Enough of this! Do as I say or I will --”

“Will what?!” Everything boiled up at once. The floodgates opened and you let them flow, “Keep me in a cage for the rest of my life?” You adjusted so you could look at the royal family, at the guards who were unsure what to do, at the maid who raised you hiding behind her hands, but wherever you looked, you never let go of him, “My life is already one of a prisoner. Do what you want with it! I was certainly never the owner of it - so take it! Take my life!”

“Hu-husband,” your mother took a tentative step toward your father but he shook her hand away.

You continued even though your throat was tight, even though your arms trembled and you could feel the sticky , sickly heat of Kaeya’s blood seep into your gown, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is - I will be obedient but, please, let Kaeya go.”

Everyone fell silent, even Kaeya who’s breathing was ragged in your ear. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted.

“Why would I do that?” The King asked, knuckles turning whiter the longer he held onto his sword.

You choked down a sob, “Because I love him.”

The truth was a weight off your chest but would it make a difference? A princess falling for a knight -- there was no precedent for it.

“You - love - him?” Your father swallowed every word.

“I do, father.”

The king scoffed but before he could lift his sword, your mothers palm pressed against his chest, “what about you, knight?”

Kaeya, without warning, moved to stand and you helped him by pressing your hands against his chest being careful not to touch the bruises he had. Fear and worry gripped you - what was he doing?

He wrapped his arm around your back and held you too him while he crafted a sword out of frost in his other. He panted, wheezed and spat out blood from his mouth but through it all his chin remained lifted.

“Give me nothing but her love and I will revel in it for the remainder of my days.”

“You love my daughter?”

“With every breath.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought it when he kissed you in the dark, hoped it meant what you wanted, but hearing him say it ---

Desperate, you looked toward your mother.

The Queen stepped between the King and the two of you, her eyes softer than they’d ever been. For a moment you recalled the warmth of those eyes as if her arms were holding you once again.

“Sir Alberich, you are herby unbound from your duty. The vows you once took are dissolved.” She held up her hand, her husband held his tongue. “For your service, and the rescue of our only he- for the rescue of my beloved daughter, I will grant you one request. Whatever that may be.”

Kaeya dissolved his weapon, you adjusted under his arm to keep him steady. He was let go of his vows. Relieved, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Kaeya looked at you then back to the Queen and the supportive, if not by force, King.

“You will grant me anything I wish?” Kaeya confirmed and the Queen nodded. Grabbing your hand, he took a step forward, “Release her.” He said with determination as he pulled you in front of him.

You twisted, shocked at his request, “Kaeya --?” Confusion washing over your face, he didn’t hesitate to explain himself.

“Ah, you haven’t realized it yet,” he mused as his thumb ran across you the cut on your cheek, “all your life you’ve been viewed as something to be won, a commodity, but that’s not what you are. I do not want you caged, bound like some trophy to put on the shelf. I will have you, Princess, but by your choice alone.” Searching his eyes, you landed on every bruise, cut, and scrape he accrued for your sake. “Let her live, that is my wish,” he doubled-down as he gazed at you the way you always wished someone would.

Kaeya saw you ---

“Granted,” your mother’s voice broke and when you looked toward her you saw her crying. All the fear of losing her daughter was finally outweighed with the understanding that holding her with bars of protection had nearly done just that. “Whether you wish to keep or throw away your title, I will - I will support you, whatever you wish to be. We will be here,” she expressed through her tears.

You never knew the bite of real shackles but you swore your arms and legs felt lighter at her words.

You were free. Free.

Stepping toward Kaeya, you made your commitment, “you say it is my choice,” you repeated with a glistening, cheek-straining smile, “but, I believe, Sir Alberich, you must know the choice was never my own. Certainly, my heart would surely break if it didn’t belong to you.”

Kaeya leaned toward your lips, “I thought we agreed on Kaeya, hmm?”

“You’re right, Kaeya.”

“That’s better,” he hummed as his lips pressed against yours and you were filled with the overpowering taste of iron and utter devotion.

The story is your own - however you want to have it

Just remember to live

Live to the fullest

The both of you --

You, and your beloved Knight, Kaeya Alberich.

#hazel works #genshin impact #genshin x female reader #x fm reader #genshin impact x fm reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya x female reader #genshin kaeya x fm reader

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n8ptune · 7 months

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And here is the last design ! Peregrine has revealed himself !

Oh and funny thing, I was watching Jonathan Harris' VOD of the unused animation showcase while animating and- at some point he said "we didn't include the bird in the end because it's too complicated" and I was like " °-° yes... I understand... tis painful..." but I like the result sooo

Also- did yall know how hard it is to use shaders in a game engine T.T cuz I tried to remake that boiling effect in Godot but i am BAD at shaders- I don't understand nothing to them-

#detective grimoire #tangle tower #fanart

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littlebitsalt · 3 months

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your yan catboy fic turned out so soooooo good!! i really love how you incorporated familial issues into the plot, because not only did it make the fic more interesting, but it also tied in with the fact that blake was able to prey on readers loneliness and get closer to them. i love how blake really showed his clingy side towards the end of the fic, and it’s funny how reader is so tired they just kinda accept it. i mean, him watching us while we slept and changed and confided in him as a cat is definitely creepy, but he’s just a little kitty!! i can’t be too mad at Tux for being a cat, you know?? (= ^ • x • ^ =)~~

i think the fic is perfect as is, but let us know if you’re planning to write another part!! your writing deserves 1 million notes :) <3

Thanks for reading!!🥺

For now i can't think of a reasonable conflict between characters for part 2, so I'm thinking of writing a collection of short scenarios with different perspectives & events

Next post will take a lot of time since I have a major entrance test this year and I'm busy studying T.T

This is a picture of Blake I drew

I hope it matches what you've imagined 🙂

yandere catboy x reader fic here

another drawing of Blake here

#yandere boy #yandere catboy #yandere art #my art #yanere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader

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byou-shin · 8 months

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my sim style : female sim edition

-> male sim edition

honestly right now I don't have many female ocs T-T

In my head, there are several female ocs that will be in Paradise Prison universe, but i'm still thinking what position they will be T.T! I had the appearance vision, but the use of character is still blurry...

Their names :

Malika｜Sharon

Annabeth｜Kayana

Valeria｜Diana

Some commentaries :

Malika : reeeeally love her look! but I'm still thinking whether I should make her a vampire or a sorcerer, I mean she's technically Shakir and Farhan's mrs. comando and they're a wizard and a mage....

Sharon : i COULDN'T find a perfect hair for her T-T wcif long hair with super straight bangs but the rest of hair is curly.... (preferably tied back)

#sims 4 #my sims #my oc #[malika]#[sharon]#[annabeth]#[kayana]#[valeria]#[diana]#simblr #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 cas #create a sim #fantasy

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allieebobo · 10 months

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Post-update poll for Merry Crisis

Yes! 'Tis the season for post-update polls! Here's the link!

I haven't done one yet for Merry Crisis, so—very excited to hear you guys's thoughts!

Here goes!

Edit #1: Lol it's been like, 10 minutes so I really shouldn't be already tracking answers but I'm so amused by the split-votes on this one so far.

Edit #2: Also very interesting how many of you are leaning towards MC moving back to Singapore—wasn't expecting that!

Edit #3: I love the music recs you guys have been sending in with ALL MY HEART. For the person who recommended cigarettes after sex, as stereotypical as the band name is, god that band truly has a vice grip over my heart and... ears? You have no idea how many times I listened to K. and Apocalypse. T.T Save me. My friends keep roasting me.

Edit #4: To the person who wrote "Nature itself must devolve before Nat and I are through," please know that I am now in love with you. Unfortunately I am not Nat.

Edit #5: for those who said they think Shay on the rustic island and Qiu in the art gallery/picnic = more on brand, I actually agree, but I thought maybe it would be too silly to have two bike rides w Shay back-to-back and the idea of shoving Qiu on a mosquito-infested island way out of their comfort zone is kinda entertaining to me. Just a thought. I'm still clearly undecided so your comments are highly entertaining. Keep em coming. I would be a terrible dictator if it ever came to that.

#merry crisis #IF #interactive fiction #polls #post-update poll

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dirtybg3confessions · 5 months

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Huge thanks to the team that puts up with our horny bullshit 24/7. I can only imagine what kind of depraved shit y’all get in your inbox 🫡

So much T.T Still. 'Tis a privilege and a pleasure. 🫡

-mod tri

#not confessions #anon ask #mod tri

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chibi-celesti · 2 months

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Time for Your Tune Up (pt. 2)!!

Part 1, Part 2(here!), Part 3, Part 4

A/N: I had a hard time with this one. Consequences of being a noob writer. To you Leona and Azul lovers out there, I hope I did them justice! T.T

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto x Yumei Archambeau.

Again they can be read as either platonic or romantic. And if you ain't feeling it with Yumei, you're more than welcome to imagine your OC/ Yume/ Yuusona for the Role!! :)

Warnings, Same as before: Innuendos, Azul being Azul, possible OOC bits, idiots blushing at the implications.

Leona Kingscholar:

"...You're joking, right herbivore?"

"I'm dead serious."

Finding Leona was easy (dude really like the campus Greenhouse), persuading him to help was the hard part.

Yumei knew he's grasping at straws asking Leona for help, but he really didn't have any other choice at the moment. The two ideal people he'd ask for are tied up with Riddle's punishments. And he REFUSES to scare Grim again.

Plus, he sort of still owes him for the Spelldrive incident, and by extension the Azul incident. He thought this would be an excuse to break the ice between them.

Fiddling with the bag carrying his supplements, Yumei hoped his upperclassman was willing to help him.

"And why should I help you? You seem to do it just fine on your own."

"To tell you the truth, I had help back home. It's not easy as it sounds."

Leona felt a headache coming on. "If I do this, you'll buzz off, right?"

Yumei nodded.

A minute passes before the Savanaclaw Leader muttered "Fine" and asked for the Life Extending Agent. Yumei passed him one of the geodes in his bag, and turned his body to where his back faced Leona. He lifted his shirt a bit to show his Installer Port on his lower back.

Leona's eyes widened in shock. The implications turning in his head at what he's seeing. He 'tsked', face flushed red before bring Yumei to face him and holding him in awkward hug.

Soon he brought the tip of the Agent close to the short male's back and slowly pushed it in.

"Ow!"

"Hold still, you idiot."

His tail swished in annoyance, but Leona was genuinely worried if he hurt Yumei. He kept going gently until the Agent was finally inside.

"...thank you, Leona-senpai," Yumei said.

"Don't mention it," was his reply.

A few minutes later:

Despite his promise from earlier, Leona decided to let Yumei stay with him until he felt mobile again. The shorter male was resting in the beastman's lap enjoying the calm amd quiet. Leona seemed to have fallen to sleep, an arm curled around Yumei’s waist.

"Again, thank you, Senpai." A light blush on his face.

The latter's tail curled around his wrist in response.

Azul Ashengrotto:

"I heard you have a little... predicament, Yumei-san."

Yumei’s face blanched at the Octomer's wording. Leave it to the the tweets exploiting his weakness from last time. No sooner than he walked on Main Street, the Leech twins spotted and dragged the poor Reyvateil straight to Octavinelle and straight to Azul's office. Almost as if they were waiting to steal him away.

But that was then, and this is now.

"Yes... it's my time of the tri-month." Yumei said begrudgingly.

"And that bag you carry is..."

"My supplements, yes."

Adjusting his glasses, Azul propped his elbows on his desk, entwining his hands before leaning his face into them. He hid his smile, secretly excited for this opportunity to see the Ramshackle Reyvateil's weakness up close(tho internally he's nervous and excited at what he might witness).

Regardless of their 'past' interactions, Azul really does want to make amends and become better... acquaintances with the other boy. And hopefully his aid could be that first step.

Cautiously, Yumei asked Azul "What exactly do you want out of helping me?"

"Why, I wish for us to become better friends, Yumei-san. No contract required."

The other boy was skeptical. "Really? That's odd coming from you."

"Time is of the essence for the both of us. And I wish to ensure we both are able to become closer with my assistance in your health."

"...And you don't plan to bait me in a deal?"

"I promise, Yumei-san."

Signing in defeat, Yumei carefully opened his bag and passed Azul one of his supplements. Said octomer was shocked at the geode in his hands. "This is... quite big."

"I know."

Yumei got out of his seat in front of the desk and closer to Azul. He sat up on the desk and lifted his shirt up, showing the spot. "Here. This is where you push it in." Yumei pointed to the port centered on his torso.

If he had his octopot nearby, Azul would hide in there and scream in embarrassment. He wasn't expecting how fast their situation escalated to. But he can't go back now. He carefully placed his hand behind Yumei’s back to hold him still. Examining the Port carefully before picking up the almost neglected Agent.

Yumei sucked in a breath as the merchant proceeded to push in. Despite his attitude from before, he's shocked at how careful the mer is being to him. He doesn't even bring up how Azul's hand are slightly trembling, obviously nervous about if he's doing it right or not.

"It's almost entrancing, how it's going all in. And you've gone through this every three months."

All the Reyvateil could was nod before speaking up. "If I want to live, yes."

'You truly are a poor and unfortunate soul'

Later that evening, in Mostro Lounge:

As the duo walked out of his office, Azul suddenly spoke. "Yumei-san."

"Hmm?"

Adjusting his glasses again, he said: "Consider our... transaction on the house. I do hope you extend your offer again in the future."

Yumei pondered the offer for a while before he replied. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you again."

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#twisted wonderland #twst #ar tonelico #twst x ar tonelico au #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted tonelico

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skubean · 1 year

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just wanted to let you know your post does shows up in the tags, congrats on the blog opening!!🎉🎉 also. since you specifically mentioned Bettel, how about some headcanons of what he would like to do for a first date?👀

thank you anon, much love!! and i'm glad i'm showing up T.T <3 also, thank you for the request!!! aaaaa i'm so happy and this is a really good idea :o hope you liked it and lmk what you think!

first date with gavis bettel! with gender neutral reader (hcs)

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff with some crack, slight cursing, probably just two people being silly, mentions of reader having long/hair that can be tied.

bettel strikes me as the type of guy who would act all cool but is secretly panicking on the inside when he hears you agreeing to go on a date with him. *you don't tell him but you could practically see the gears in his head turning*

he's been secretly pining for you for weeks and finally mustered up the courage to ask you out.

he's either 1) planned everything + back up plans in case plan a goes astray, or 2) decides to stick with one idea and lets fate decide what happens afterwards.

i lied, he's definitely #2.

overheard you telling your friends that you haven't been to a theme park for years, so he decides "theme park date it is!" *booked tickets as soon as he got home*

when the day finally came, bettel would have his hair done (slickback probably, like the valentine art holy shit) and would personally come and pick you up, because he's a gentleman like that.

silly but he definitely is the type that would be so cautious while driving that everytime you pass a speed bump, he would mutter small sorry(s) and try to go as slow as he could, so that you wouldn't be surprised by the sudden bump.

oh, he would also not tell you where your date would be until you saw the huge ass ferris wheel and literally flashed the brightest smile he had ever seen. (he tisker-ed)

(more under the cut!)

i imagine bettel to be really gentle with you at first because he doesn't wanna come off as rude or like pushy but gradually gets more used to being around you that his silly banters and stupid jokes come out naturally, just the way you've always liked.

some rides were fun and not too scary for the both of you, so you both got a little competitive to see who could handle the most rides.

obviously, it doesn't end well when the both of you go on a drop tower ride (reference) and the moment it plunges from a height, the both of you scream at the top of your lungs (i think bettel might've passed out midway but we'll act like it didn't happen).

roller coaster rides are both fun and scary for you that you unconsciously ended up gripping his hands as the ride starts swaying around. his heart started beating faster but his protective instinct also went crazy and decided that he would act all cool and not scream on the rides (he still did).

if you're not a fan of high rides, he'd bring you to go on rides that were less chaotic and more chilling, like the teacups or try vr!

you both had so much fun that you didn't notice the sky getting darker, signaling that it was nearing night. you could feel your heart panging at the thought of the fun day ending already.

"here, come on. i wanted to show you this", bettel would say as he puts your hand in his and brings you to the big ferris wheel the both of you saw by the entrance.

he's the type to go in first, so that he could hold your hand when you get in and have you seated in front of him.

once you both reached the top, bettel points towards the outside and you could see the whole entire park all in display. you were practically glowing in front of him and bettel swears he fell more in love with you.

while you were so focused on the view, you hear bettel clear his throat before he shifts himself so he's sitting next to you and is pushing your hair aside so as to tie it (because he noticed how you kept pushing it since you were sweating earlier).

you both pretty much sit in silence for the whole ride until you clapped your hands. "ah okay! i can't take this anymore!", you said and looked at bettel as you tell him you've liked him for so long and that you could literally pass out right now from happiness (all while your face burns from embarrassment)

bettel laughs and touches his forehead to yours before whispering, "damn, i was gonna be the first to say it but you beat me to it. can i....can i kiss you?". you nod as he leans in closer.

he's sweet, soft and tastes like apples. the both of you a blushing mess when the worker opens the door, signaling that it's time to get out.

long story short, he's glad he decided to bring you to the theme park because he saw so many sides of you he's never seen, not to mention how soft your lips were to him that he just, could not stop thinking abt them.

the date might have been cliché, but bettel made sure not to end the date without officially asking if he could be yours. not if you could be his, but for him to be yours.

once you got back home, you finally noticed how terrible he tied your hair, with it leaning to one side more, and just strands of hair everywhere. but you appreciate the effort.

"you're silly. thank you for the horrible hairstyle <3" bettel is probably kicking the sheets, giggling at your text rn.

a/n: okay phew! sorry, this ended up being slightly longer than i expected skskkssk i decided to write a theme park based first date bcs i imagine bettel to be someone who prefers fun dates like this compared to like dinner dates idk SHAHHSAKSH anyways, sorry for any errors and hope you liked this ! <3 beanz.

#i love bettel so much he's just so adorable #also his forehead in the valentine art goddamn #gavis bettel #gavis bettel x reader #holotempus x reader #holostars x reader #holotempus #holostars

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kfanopinions · 2 years

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Haechan Ideal Type (Astrology Based)

i will be looking into haechan's moon and venus for this. as i don't see any birth time (if anyone knows please notify me) so i will not look into any of the houses

leo moon || gemini venus

okay so there wasn't a lot of information in each category so i'm going to combine everything into one section. i think i'll start doing this from now on (especially when house placements aren't known)

"you change your mind, like a girl changes clothes" in a relationship haechan's partner needs to be able to handle his flip floppy attitude. one second in their life and present, the next second hard to reach. can even be, one second smothering you with affection, the next stand-offish

this mostly pertains to the type of person he is with...

partner a: complains a lot and depends on him for EVERYTHING he'll want to be far away from them as possible and may even insult them just to showcase how much he truly doesn't like being around them (but he won't break up. leo moon's unless there is a damn good reason are faithful despite being miserable in a relationship) partner b (the winner/ideal type): self-sufficient can solve their own problems and doesn't depend on him to be there if they are in a sticky situation. this will bring out haechan's affectionate side. now with this, i do want to say that i think he can truly be depended on as long as it's nothing too serious. if there are heavy emotions going on, he'll probably ghost people lol

"a "partner" worth fighting for!" someone who plays hard to get. he likes the chase, so if he finds his partner being too easy to get to he'll get bored rather quickly and may find someone else

i should also note that even if there is someone he is looking at with great interest, he probably has other people on the back burner just in case

"what's around the riverbend?" someone who loves life! he wants to share everything with his partner. go places, do things, live life with them so someone who enjoys being out and about as well will be a good match

someone playful and energetic as well! he wants to have fun with them. leo moons have this inner child quality about them so having fun/a good time is what they love

"she's in to superstitions...black cats and voodoo dolls" jk but someone who has this air of mystery around them. someone he can't figure out immediately will surely grab his attention. remember he likes the chase/the hunt so someone who really makes him fight for it will be someone he'll grow interested in

brains over beauty...well sort of seriously with his gemini venus someone who can stimulate his mind is going to be ideal for him. their intellect with trump their physical appearance. he likes sexy brains, but he's still a guy so he does like someone physically attractive to his standards that is

such a wise ass... someone who is sarcastic. seriously this dude is such a smart ass so someone who is just like him will be fun in his eyes

someone free-spirited and open-minded

"just do your thing" haechan is free and independent (air quality here) so this means someone who doesn't depend on him all the time. who can take care of themselves and handle things on their own. who goes after their dreams and doesn't have to ask him about them. someone he doesn't have to baby/worry about

"you don't own me" these damn air signs...i swear...so hard to tie them down...like a balloon floating in the wind... -_- okay, haechan with his gemini venus self is a free person (as stated above) which means he doesn't want to be tied down or doesn't like the illusion of being tied down. so someone who is possessive is a no-go

(thanks a lot haechan...your scorpio noona here is heartbroken now T.T)

i challenge thee! someone who can hold their own in a debate/argument. it wouldn't surprise me at all if this little sh*t (love you haechan <3) wouldn't start a fight on purpose. it's the mental stimulation that gets his blood pumping. of course this would be in good fun. think of it like how he purposefully pisses off doyoung, renjun and jeno, and to some extent jaemin until he cowers in the corner haha

lol someone with a good sense of humor

curiosity doesn't always kill the cat someone who is curious about the world and wants to expand their knowledge about different topics

so, what'cha into these days? he may like someone who keeps themselves busy with different hobbies/interests. i take this as they are keeping themselves busy, living their life how they want to, and can share their experience/knowledge with him

chatty kathy someone who is talkative! this gemini venus loves to have deep conversations. think on a more random/intellectual/philosophical level and less about "where is this relationship going." topics should be kept light and fun

extroverts vs introverts okay, so someone more out-going is ideal (social is a better word), but as i'm sure we've all seen haechan has an introverted side to himself. i don't think he would discriminate after first meeting someone (as i would think he'd be shy around them as well) but when he's seen/hung out with them a few times if they have a dry/shy/non-talkative personality he most likely won't be interested

"on the ground" someone who has their feet firmly planted on the ground. haechan is more logical/intellectually based. someone with their heads in the clouds may get the "why the hell am i with you?" look from him jkjk

#haechan #haechan ideal type #haechan nct dream #haechan nct 127 #nct 127 #nct dream #nct 127 ideal type #nct dream ideal type #kpop astrology #haechan astrology #nct dream astrology #nct astrology #nct 127 astrology

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