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strongheartneteyam · 11 months

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Get your shit together so I can love you.

Pairing: human!jake sully x female!human!reader

CW: angsty, so angsty, established relationship, MIGHT BE TRIGGERING for some audiences, disabled person feeling insecure about their body, fluff, crying, yelling, cursing, sexual language, hurt, comfort, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, foreplay, mentions of fingering, jake touching reader's pussy. Please, tell me if I'm missing something 🥲

Author's note: This AU is set on 2009. Jake is just a regular 24 year old former marine who ended up losing the movement of his legs permanently after an unfortunate accident that happened while he was fighting for his country, amidst a terrible, unforgiving war. The reader is a 21 year old regular human girl. There is no sci-fi or aliens involved. I totally understand if it's not your cup of tea as it's almost not canon at all to the Avatar Universe. I guess I just kept most stuff canon to Jake as a character. As I said, it's an AU. Just call me Miss Marvel and call this a version of Jake that exists somewhere in the wide multiverse 😂 guys I'm way too sleepy and exhausted that I'm starting to sound a bit drunk... gonna shut my piehole up now. I hope you guys like it. ✨ I need to sleep ughhh ✨

Not proofread. Sorry, my babies, momma is always too tired n running low on time.

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I tapped on your window on your darkest night

The shape of you was jagged and weak

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway

You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself

But do you know you're demolishing me?

And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

Renegade (Big Red Machine feat Taylor Swift)

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You walked to your boyfriend's house, watching the starry dark sky above. It was a full moon night, its pale light bathing your skin as you thought about how you missed Jake. You had just gotten back from a family trip yesterday and hadn't had time to go over to Jake's house to see him yet. You were so anxious to see his face again that you didn't even bother to call him to let him know you were about to come over.

When you got there, as soon as you opened the door with the copy of the keys Jake had given to you, you saw a miserable looking man sitting on a wheelchair, staring at the wall, eating a burger and fries and drinking beer. You swore to God one day you'd slap his hand and tell him to eat healthier. He ate junk food and drank way too much. His face was grumpy and a little sad at the same time. But it was your Jake. It didn't matter to you that he always looked like he was done with everything, he was so freaking handsome and charming, so, you could get past his moodiness. At the end of the day, you loved him so very deeply it made you feel like there was not enough space for so much love inside your body.

"Hey, babyyy!" You say, locking the door behind you "Sorry for not calling before coming over. I'm gonna stay the night, okay? I missed you so much..." You walked towards Jake and kissed his warm cheek, leaving the keys on a piece of furniture nearby

"Hi, baby. I missed you like crazy. I'm so glad my girlfriend is back here with me." He smiled at you. That was the first time he smiled, in a truly happy way, that night. You were the light of his life, he always felt better when you were around. He had missed you like a mad man, especially at night, when he looked at pictures of you/the both of you together on his black laptop. "And I gave you the keys for a reason. No need to say sorry. It's not like I go out on Wednesday evenings anyway.. Or any night of the week" He laughed in sarcasm. "I'm always here at this time." You laughed a bit and he took another bite of his burger

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, ok? Be right back" you said loudly as you walked to the bathroom

The day you and Jake had decided to be in a serious relationship, after you let the words "I love you" slip off of your mouth, by accident (you didn't even know if he crushed back on you, let alone reciprocating your feelings), Jake was so insecure, thinking you were just playing him, that it took him one week after that happened to finally say "I love you" back. You were getting sadder and more impatient as time passed. When he finally did, it was through texting. When you saw the message in your cellphone screen, your heart raced like a wild horse in a big forest.

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Later that night, you and Jake were cuddling, half sitting, half laying on the couch. Jake watched a movie on the television as you tried to read a book. But your attention span was equal to zero. You felt your boyfriend's warmth beneath your body, so comforting, so inviting. You wanted him so bad. You two had been together for almost one year and no sex had ever happened. You were starting to think that maybe he didn't find you that attractive, after all. That thought was like a rusted knife digging into your heart.

You closed your book since you couldn't go past the same sentence you were reading and re-reading all over again, too many times.

You moved your body from where it was and sat on top of Jake's legs, straddling his lap, taking him by surprise. He looked at you wondering why you suddenly gave up on your book if you had been bugging him for months about how bad you wanted to read it, but, you preferred reading a physical copy, as you told him, so he bought a copy for you that he found on sale just so you could stop talking to him about the same thing over and over. But he was actually just kidding, inside his own mind. He bought it for you because he knew you were gonna get really excited, just like a little child, and thank him by showering him with kisses. He loved being kissed by his pretty girlfriend.

"The book wasn't interesting enough, babe? Weren't you dying to read it?" He chuckled and then smiled, placing his big, warm hands on your thighs, making the small, thin hairs of that part of your body stand on end

"I just can't concentrate right now. That's all..."

"Is everything alright?" He noticed the angst in your expression

"Jake... We've been together for almost one year now, and... we haven't had sex yet. Don't you... don't you feel the need to do it with me? Do you still feel attracted to me? Why do you never try to initiate anything other than kisses and caresses? You've never even tried to touch my boobs... and you told me you loved them, over texting"

"Wait, slow down a bit" Jake asked of you and you stopped to breathe a little "Of course I feel attracted to you." He put a small lock of your hair behind your ear, so he could see your beautiful face better "I want you so bad... so fucking bad, you got no idea, girl. You drive me insane, my girl. I can't resist you when you're sitting on my lap like this" He caressed your face softly, light blue eyes staring at your own

"Then don't. Don't resist me. You don't have to. You just have to let me kiss you and touch you and show you how wet you make me, without even doing anything crazy, just by touching my skin like this and letting me sit on your lap."

"Baby, I...I can't" Jake looked down, sadness clouding his beautiful face. You hated to see your boyfriend like that. Why didn't he realize he didn't need to be so insecure? You loved him, all of him. No matter how badly he always talked about his legs or the fact that he couldn't do even basic day to day activities easily, because of his disability, you didn't care. You loved him. Freaking loved him to death.

"Why not?!" You were desperate for an explanation

"I could never be all you need. I wish I could but that's wishful thinking. Don't fool yourself, (y/n)."

Your eyes got filled with tears and you felt a lump forming in your throat. It was like your chest was sore, bruised from his harsh words.

"You are all that I want! All that I need, Jake! Why can't-"

"Don't make it harder than it already is, (y/n)!" The blonde guy interrupted you, his words colder than ice, burning your skin, already so sensitive from from taking all the hurt Jake was causing you by not letting you just simply love him right, be his girlfriend... "Get off me, please." So freezing cold...

You were a crying mess already, so, you felt so weak you just obeyed him and stood up, leaving him free from your body. Jake transferred himself from the couch to his wheelchair as fast as he could. He then started wheeling himself away from where you were

"Please...Please!" You say, chasing your crazy boyfriend like an idiot, while he moves his wheelchair fast towards his small room "stop being so insecure and just lemme love you." Jake stops, his freckled pale arms turning the wheels around so he could look at you

"Why do you insist on being tied down to a cripple?! Don't you get it?! You are so, so damn beautiful, (y/n). Your smile, your hair, your body... Jesus, your fucking body... You're so hot. You deserve... a man who can give you all that a relationship can offer. I can't be that man. I will never be him. I'm sorry you don't get it, but it's time for you to move on!!!" He yelled. You've never seen Jake so angry. His face was red, his eyes were gleaming, tears starting to roll down his face. He felt like his heart was breaking in a billion little pieces. He'd rather go through war, become traumatized and then have his spine injured all over again, because, honestly, it would hurt him less than what he was doing to you right now. But he knew he had to do it. "I love my (y/n) so much, I always will. But she should be happy, free from me." He thought

"Stop running away from me, Jacob Sully!" You ordered, as soon as you catch up to Jake, getting inside his room, your breath heavier than normal "I'm warning you, I will take you in my arms, no matter if you say you're too heavy, and I will lay you on this bed, against your will, if that's what I need to do so you will stop pushing me away! And don't ever call yourself a "cripple" again! I swear to God, you're testing me tonight! I won't let you speak like that about yourself. Never again! Do you understand me?!" You almost screamed

Jake sighed heavily, in defeat. With both arms, he started to support himself on his wheelchair, moving his body to the bed.

One he was settled there, sitting down with his back against the cushioned bed frame, he spoke: "Baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that... it was wrong. You don't deserve that. Please, forgive me." Looking at you with those eyes he had you on your knees, every single time.

"It's okay..." You looked hurt but your forgave him. You wanted to try and forget that had ever happened.

"I love you... so much."

You gazed at him and felt a need to comfort him

You sat on his bed, beside him and held his hand. After some time, you and Jake were cuddling, you sitting on his lap. He brought his mouth to yours and kissed your lips. You missed his kisses so much that you got wet so easily, just like a virgin would.

Jake grabbed the back of your head with care and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to massage yours. The way he kissed you was leaving your lips slicked with his saliva. You moaned and he held tight on to your waist, heavy breathing, his warm breath colliding with your own, the two of you getting drunk on each other. His lips were crushing against yours and that felt so amazing.

Out of nowhere, he stopped the kiss and when you tried to kiss him again he gently pushed you away, seeming uncomfortable.

"I gotta stop, baby... I can't pleasure you more than this..." he looked defeated

"Of course you can. You have fingers and a mouth, don't you? Then put them to use, baby. Your girl is begging you to pleasure her. Don't you want to help me out a bit?" You started to kiss his neck gently but sloppy. You breathed his scent in. It was so familiar, so comforting to you. He smelled like home. Home, for you, was wherever Jake was, right by your side.

Jake was starting to slowly give in and he let out a breathy moan. You felt happiness creeping in your head, your heart beating faster.

Jake did something that in his mind, was so damn bold. He dared to touch you in a very intimate way - he was as nervous as a teenager having his first sexual experience - moving his hand from the bed sheet until it got to your entrance. Jake's breath faltered as he touched your coated folds gently, his chest tightening while he looked at your face. His light brows furrowing, his demons still trying to convince him that you could not be turned on because of him.

"Sweetheart, you're so soft... just so... so wet." He was getting shaky, aroused as hell, feeling how wet you were for him

He was finally ready to just relax and enjoy the moment, as he touched your coated pussy.

"Wait a bit, will ya?" You ask, getting off his lap, standing on your feet and then stripping down to him. Your clothes were laying on the floor, as you felt a little shy but excited to see his reaction to seeing your naked body for the first time.

"Fuck, my baby. How did I get so lucky? Your body is so fucking perfect...." He put his hand up in the air, towards your own hands and you grabbed it and let him sit you back on his lap.

Jake started to touch your breasts softly, his mouth slightly open, desire scorching his insides. Your skin burned so good beneath his fingers. Then, he placed his big fingers on your slit

"God, this fucking wet pussy..." he was having trouble breathing but he loved the way you messed with his head

"I'm all yours, baby. Please, just let go and make love to me. I need you so bad it hurts me physically." You begged him to put an end to your misery

"Is that what my babygirl really wants?" He murmured, his voice low and sexy, ringing on your ears

"Yes, my love. Please... I'm so wet, Jake... only for you, my baby." You felt his fingers touching your pussy and your body became limp

"I love your pussy, baby. So velvety, warm and juicy. Can't wait to slide my fingers inside of you over and over again until you're all sweaty and whimpering"

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thecuriousquest · 27 days

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Kakashi’s Enemy

Warnings: Yandere themes, face slapping (referenced), choking (referenced), possessiveness, controlling tendencies, crying kink (eh sort of)

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You were Kakashi’s enemy, but you were his enemy. He hated you, absolutely loathed you. So why, why in the fuck can’t he get your picture out of his head?

When he’s near you, he can make out the notes of your shampoo or perfume. He can close his eyes and imagine exactly where he could travel to so that he could find that scent and shove his nose in it, just to be a little closer to you.

When he looks into your eyes with hatred and heat, a blazing and unrelenting gaze, he sees nothing but defiance in return. It irks him, absolutely irritates him to the core.

But your eyes. The illustrious hue of your facade, the color in which brightens his day and makes the moon of his starry night. The way your orbs glisten when tears well up in your eyes. Your dark lashes which flutter everytime he sees you enjoy something warm, which grow wide when you see something that scares you, which soften upon hearing heartfelt and genuine compliments. Those are the same eyes he could gaze into forever and a million times more.

Your voice, the voice which shouts back at him and spews insults, the voice which he so desperately wants to cut off by wrapping his hand around your throat…is the same voice which sounds like liquid gold. It’s the same voice which he could fall asleep to. The same voice that he finds so delicate and soothing. No, he would rather place his hand on your throat and rub the soft spot at the center with his thumb.

And your cheeks, which are so tempting to slap when you become too much of a brat to handle, he loves how easy it is to make you blush. Calling out threats in a demanding voice, he takes utter joy in the way you step back as your cheeks grow a rosy tint. His laughter is a deep rumble, and he revels in it much too often. A pleasure he surely takes for granted.

You may be Kakashi’s enemy, but he’s not willing to let you go, you’re not allowed to be anyone else’s enemy. You will always be his enemy, but you could possibly be something more…

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere kakashi hatake x darling #yandere kakashi #yandere kakashi hatake #yandere kakashi hatake x reader

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Ohhh would you be able to do one with reader helping George (long term partner) at the shop. He witnesses how she is with younger kids and just ✨️baby fever✨️ . Queue Fred teasing him about it.

I love this so much! Thank you for requesting it!

Baby Fever

George stood enthralled at the sight of Y/N sitting cross-legged on the floor, helping a couple of the younger kids pick out some age-appropriate items. One of them had crawled into her lap and was giggling at something she'd said.

Y/N and George had gotten married a little over six months ago, after five years together. They both wanted children, but they also wanted to enjoy married life for a year or two before starting a family.

George was beginning to think that was far too long to wait.

"Hey Georgie," Fred walked up beside him. "Wanna join us back down here on earth?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Be right there," George mumbled, his eyes still glued to his wife, who now had both kids sitting on her lap, all three in the throes of uncontrollable giggling.

Unable to pull his gaze away from his wife, the only coherent thought in George's brain at that moment was how much he wanted to watch his wife doing this with their children. His heart was almost bursting just thinking about it.

"She's good with kids," Fred observed. "Ready to pop one in the oven, yeah?"

That caught George's attention. "Pop one in the--?? What are you talking about?"

"Business is kinda slow today, I could let you two have the rest of the afternoon off." Fred waggled his eyebrows.

George opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a customer approaching Fred asking about Skiving Snack Boxes.

"Right over here, my friend," Fred replied, giving George a quick wink before guiding the customer away.

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"I think someone in this room, who will remain nameless, has baby fever." Fred teased. The store was closed, and the twins were working on some paperwork in the office before calling it a night.

"I have no idea what you're babbling on about." George commented.

"Oh no, of course not. There's no reason for you getting all starry-eyed every time Y/N was helping the little ones."

"It's just cute, is all." George argued.

"Uh-huh," Fred replied, a devilish grin on his face. "I'm your twin, remember. You can't hide from me."

George sighed and put down his pen. "Ok, fine. Maybe a little."

"I knew it!" Fred laughed. "And it's more than just a little. You were wandering around like Mr. Dopey McDope Face half the day."

George looked at his twin but said nothing and attempted to go back to his paperwork.

But Fred had other plans.

"Hey, what's that muggle poem?" Fred asked. "You know the one. 'George and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Georgie with a baby carriage.' "

"Who's got a baby carriage?" Y/N stepped through the doorway and headed straight to the safe to lock up the till.

"No one!" George answered just a little too quickly, earning a momentary cock of the eyebrow from his wife.

As soon as she turned her back, Fred put his arms together and began rocking them back and forth in a cradling motion, humming a wizarding lullaby.

"Shut up!" George hissed, slapping his brother in the arm.

"What's going on with you two?" Y/N turned around to take in the twins.

"Nothing," said George, his ears tinged pink.

"That's right," Fred concurred. "Nothing going on here."

"Right..." Y/N replied, absolutely certain there was something going on here. But whatever. She'd find out eventually. George couldn't keep a secret from her if his life depended on it. "I'm gonna go see if Verity needs any help and leave the two of you to continue doing nothing."

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George watched his wife sleeping, the moonlight shining through the window, highlighting her soft features, making them almost dreamlike. He couldn't help but smile at that. From the moment they met, Y/N was like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

Scooting closer, he pulled her into his arms. She mummered something but didn't wake up. George kissed the top of her head, then rested his cheek against it, thinking about what Fred had said.

His twin was right. George had baby fever, and he had it bad. All throughout dinner, he was silently picking out names, his mind swirling with thoughts of lullabies and diapers and his baby's laughter mingling with his and Y/N's.

He couldn’t envision a life more perfect.

Now, all he had to do now was find the right moment to tell Y/N that he was ready to start a family.

~•~

The house smelled divine when she woke up the next morning. George was already up and making his self-proclaimed "world famous" waffles. Y/N had been craving them for a while, and he'd promised to make them for her on their next day off.

"Anything in particular you'd like to do today, love?" George asked over breakfast.

"Well, I need to go shopping for a gift for Anna's baby shower."

"Ooh, that sounds fun!" George grinned. "Mind if I tag along?"

"Of course!" Y/N smiled at his unexpected enthusiasm. "I love your company."

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It was the most fun Y/N'd had on a shopping excursion in quite a while. They looked at all the cribs and bassinets and talked about which ones they liked best, tried out different rocking chairs, and gushed over all the cute clothes and toys. It was almost as if they were the ones having the baby. Y/N left the store feeling hopeful that George might be ready to start a family.

Because that could be happening far sooner than either one had expected or intended.

Her period was late.

Very late.

She'd already bought several pregnancy tests and was just waiting for the right time to tell George.

Maybe tonight was the night.

~•~

George had put Y/N into a lovely bubble bath as soon as they got home, knowing she would soak for a long while, giving him time to think. Or panic.

After spending half the day looking at baby things, his baby fever had kicked in to overdrive. He knew before they even left the store that he was telling her tonight.

Pacing from one end of the living room to the other, George tried to figure out the best way to say what he needed to say.

"Y/N, I'm ready to start a family."

"I want to start a family, love."

"How do you feel about having a baby sooner than we planned?"

"If you're not ready, it's ok--"

"Georgie," Y/N's soft voice called to him from her bath.

~•~

As soon as George had left her to soak, Y/N quietly got out of the tub and grabbed the pregnancy test she'd snuck in.

On the way home, she'd decided it'd be best to take the test first to see she even needed to broach the subject.

After doing the deed, she slipped back into the bath, placing the test on the little table next to the tub, and attempted to relax for fifteen minutes.

It was the longest fifteen minutes of her life.

~•~

"Whatcha need, love?" George asked, coming into the bathroom.

"Can we talk? I have a bit of a surprise for you."

"Of course, darling. As it happens, I need to talk to you too," he said before he lost his nerve.

George sat next to the tub. "Which one of us should go first?"

"Umm, I don't know," Y/N began. "Maybe we can do it like they do in the movies. Say it at the same time."

"Ok," George said. "On the count of three?"

Y/N nodded.

"Ok--1‐‐2--3"

"I'm pregnant."

"I'm ready to start a family."

"What?"

"You want to--"

"You're‐‐"

Y/N nodded as a wave of relief rolled through her.

"You're--" George repeated.

"Yes!" Y/N couldn't stop smiling.

"I--I'm gonna be a dad? And--and you're gonna be a mom?"

"Yes, Georgie," she giggled. "We're going to have a baby."

Before she realized what was happening, George had climbed into the bath, fully clothed, and pulled her into a bear hug.

After a few moments, he leaned back, his hands going straight to her belly. "We're gonna have a baby," he said again, his voice shaky, tears wetting his cheeks. "How long have you known?"

"Only a few minutes." She handed him the positive test.

"This is a dream come true, Y/N. I love you so much, sweetheart," he said as he pulled her into a kiss.

Seconds later, he suddenly broke away, eyes wide. "We've got to tell mum and dad and Fred and--"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss, finishing what they started.

"There's plenty of time for that, my love" she said when they pulled away. "But for now, why don't you get undressed and then get back in here with me. I want us to savor this moment, just you and me for a little while first."

George looked down at himself as if he just realized he was still fully clothed. "Oops," he said with a snort. "Got a little excited."

Y/N giggled affectionately. "I noticed."

Her husband stepped out of the bath and undressed, using his wand to magically clean up the mess before sliding back in behind Y/N.

"I love your idea, babe. Let's wait and tell everyone tomorrow. Tonight will be just for us. All three of us," he said, encompassing her belly with his large hands.

@princess-paramour @milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @xmjthewitchx @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley headcanon #fred weasley

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shourin · 2 years

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universe abound

| ◆ ch.6 ⑊ omnipotent.

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ this chapter was super fun to write, i hope yall are enjoying it as much as i did while writing it!!

you know the archons secretly wished for you to immediately make your way down unto the lands of teyvat right after your discussion, but you're thankful that they held their tongues when you expressed that you were exhausted and wanted to retire for the day. with forlorn looks, they bid you temporary farewells and bowed as you re-entered your mansion for your ‘rest’.

yeah, right. like hell you could sleep after all that revelation.

is it your fault? it has to be... right?

maybe if you hadn't abandoned the game for so long, seven nations would have still existed now instead of just three.

you think back to what you saw the last time you checked on the countries. suddenly it dawns upon you - all those people were talking about you.

the creator, whom they thought was harboring anger towards them. the creator, whom they prayed and sent offerings to, hoping that they'll be forgiven and hoping the 'calamities' will stop. the creator, whom they thought had abandoned them.

in your head, you see jean's withering look and hear xiao's bitter tone. your heart aches. tears spill from your eyes and you curl into yourself.

peaceful sleep eludes you that night, despite your stubbornness to lay on the silken bedsheets for hours upon hours. day turns into night and before you know it, birds are chirping out of your window. you suddenly wish you hadn't spent all those times catching the birds and timmy's pigeons with the omni-ubiquity nets. maybe then you can pretend that the dreaded morning never came.

reluctantly, you part from your beddings and trudge towards the mirror. strangely enough, despite your lack of sleep and your long crying session, you don't feel all that fatigued and you don't look like as haggard. your 'tiredness' seems to be affecting you mentally rather than your actual physical body.

the creator.

a divine being.

you... a deity? back on earth, you would have been called blasphemous, for calling yourself a god.

you trail your fingers under your eyes, turning your head this way and that. nothing special. you try to shed some tears by pinching your thighs, hard. clear, normal-looking drops of tears fall onto the dresser. inhaling deeply, you grab one of the quills laying around before lifting the sharp tip of a quill onto the tip of your finger.

steeling yourself, you prod the sharp nib into your skin until it draws blood.

you’re met with a small blob of red rising up onto your skin.

okay then. so no starry eyes, glowing tears, or golden blood.

why oh why did you read so many sagau fics in your younger days? now you're just making yourself more paranoid…...

you inhale deeply and inwardly slap yourself.

you've done everything you could have done for now. dwelling and moping about what-ifs aren't going to solve anything. besides, you do want to help. you just doubt that you can.

but since they want you to visit their nations, then so be it. maybe some sort of miracle will happen when you're there. maybe getting 'reacquainted' with teyvat will really bring out some hidden power in you or whatever.

with this newfound determination, you exit your mansion.

you expected to meet face to face with the three archons once more upon opening the door to your front yard, but to your surprise, you see no sights of any of them whatsoever under the pavilion. frowning, you take a few steps towards the garden, trying to spot at least one of the three. but you don't see any other living beings in the vicinity.

well, that was anticlimactic. so much for-

"my liege."

"HOLY JESUS!!!!"

a shriek erupts from your vocal chords as you jump away from the direction of the voice, which is right behind you. with wide eyes and heart beating a mile a second, you stare back at beelzebul's shocked expression, her hand outstretched forward and frozen in the air, as if she was about to touch your shoulder.

the girl blinks and asks with such genuine curiosity in each and every single one of her words, you have to prevent yourself from laughing out loud, "who is ‘jee-sus’, divine creator? why do you call them holy? is he an acolyte?"

"pff-ahem… f-forget it, you don't need to know."

"it must be an important friend of yours, then. seeing as i’ve heard their name leaving your lips several times as you guided me in the past."

that elicits a snort out of you. beelzebul watches in wonder as you giggle into your fist, the sight even more mesmerizing seen from behind her rose-tinted glasses. her creator is smiling and laughing because of her. most people find her a bore, too stiff and dry for their liking - and yet here you are laughing merrily only seconds upon encountering her this fine morning.

she feels exceptionally proud.

and so perhaps it’s that feeling that makes her bolder, that makes her bravely step closer to you and offer her hand for you to take.

"forgive me for being so direct… but would you like to visit inazuma for a walk? i- no, we… would be very overjoyed to welcome you. though we don't have much to offer at the moment."

you look around for one last time around the garden, "is that alright? what about the others?"

"if you worry about them that much, i can send a messenger to inform them of your whereabouts."

"oh. yeah, that works."

"then, shall we?"

her slender fingers wrap around yours gently as soon as you place your hands on top of her waiting palm. the edges of your vision suddenly blurs and distorts, before the sensation of being pulled into something grips your whole body-

-and then, the colors shift and realign, leaving you breathless as you stare at the scenery in front of you.

you recognize the view almost immediately. you recall spending some time getting to this exact same spot, cursing the level designers and model builders for making it so hard for the players to climb up.

the wind whips around you as you gaze down upon the whole narukami island. it's blanketed by a thin fog, the sky is gloomy and full of clouds despite the sun already starting to rise. you see the flooded plains, the barren trees, the way ritou's dock has been claimed by the sea, and you unconsciously bite the inside of your cheek. your companion senses your distress immediately, and she squeezes your hand to comfort you.

"i am sorry for letting this happen."

"why are you apologizing?" you laugh bitterly, "i… if i really were the creator then i caused this. don't ever apologize for a mistake that isn't yours, beelzebul."

she purses her lips and only allows herself to speak after a short, contemplative silence.

"the day you descended to teyvat…," she starts, voice thick with emotion, eyes closing in reminiscent of the events, "we all knew it was you. your star shone so brightly, a white light so prominent in the dark night sky, even through the rain and the clouds. i was so overwhelmed with awe and joy…"

"but before i could fully take it all in… all of a sudden, the light was gone. we saw you fall down. i feared for your safety and took off at once. i am ashamed to say that i was not the first to arrive, but we agreed to let you recuperate in your realm before parting ways."

beel's eyes shine when she re-opens them, and you're pulled in by the way she genuinely smiles. soft and gentle like the rays of sunlight slowly filtering through the fogs.

"and yet… the moment i returned to inazuma, the rain had already ceased. it hasn't done so for the past hundred years. the storms and thunders finally listened to my commands, and i was able to send them away. the remnants of electro energy are steadily rising back again, even to this day."

"your grace… even when you were unconscious, teyvat rejoices over your return and faithfully awaits your wishes. you have no need to worry. besides, you have always forgiven our countless mistakes in the past. no one should blame you for the perils that had spread throughout the land. all that matters is that you are back now, and that means things will steadily get better."

"....."

you offer the electro archon a smile and squeeze her hand in reply. she beams, and you know your unspoken gratitude reaches her heart. you don't think you'll ever be able to forgive yourself for this whole mess if it truly is your fault, but her words still bring a sense of comfort to you.

you can only hope that you'll be able to actively help to rectify this situation sooner rather than later.

"can i take a walk through the city? but i'd like to do it incognito."

the woman contemplates your request with a serious frown, before giving you a conclusive nod, "very well. but firstly, i believe it will be best if you change clothes, your grace. so you can blend in the crowd better."

a sound logic, you comment inwardly and express with a nod.

"also… most vision holders are familiar with your voice. so i believe it will be best if you do not talk to anyone. i can do the talking if it is needed."

"you're planning to go with me?"

"yes, of course. i must be there to protect you if anything unexpected happens," she pauses and gives you a pleading look, "you'll let me… won't you?"

you freeze as a nostalgic feeling washes over you. this exact moment feels like a deja vu, though you can't remember when exactly it happened before. an in-game event, perhaps? no, that's not it…

"my liege…?"

"sorry- i mean- yeah, er, sure. you can tag along… i can just pretend to be… your assistant or something."

"an assistant," she repeats scornfully, looking like she's going to cry, "how could i dare- my liege, you must punish me after this is all done."

"beel, it's fine, you're just acting and i really don't mind… look, if it bothers you too much, what about… yeah, just say that we're friends. that way you won't be lying and we're on the same level at least, right? okay?"

"oh… a… a friend. yes- if... if you're okay with it, then…"

"good. is that all?"

".... there is one more thing… your presence…," she looks conflicted, hesitates to say her next few words, and when she finally braves herself to speak she doesn't dare to meet your eyes, "forgive my impertinence when i say this, my liege - but…seeing as i am the electro archon, and that i rarely go out to interact with the mortals, we can perhaps mask it as my divine power, if anyone comments on it…"

"sounds good," you say lightly and realize something as you gaze at her, "hey, beel?"

"yes?"

"you'll have to stop calling me so formally, otherwise we'll get exposed right away," you sigh, "seriously, just start calling me by name. c'mon. repeat after me. [name]."

"ah- that's…," beel's lips tremble, her cheeks taking a pinkish hue, "..... [n-n-name]...."

"again."

"b-but my liege-"

"lalalalala-i'm sorry, who?"

"[n-name]!"

"keep at it, we're not stopping until you get used to it!"

it takes her a full fifteen minutes to finally be able to say your name in a normal voice level, a casual tone, and without stuttering. by the end of it, she looks as if she's just gone through a series of trials and tribulations severe enough to render an archon bedraggled. you would have laughed at her if you weren't in a similar state yourself - having to coax and cheer on her throughout the whole ordeal was no simple task, especially since beel is just so overly attached to her role as your disciple.

she then ushers you into tenshukaku after making sure no one is around to see her carry you down onto the building's balcony, as per your request. the shogun eagerly provides you with a change of clothes that's very inazuman style, and you gladly change into it, although you chose to leave a few accessories out of the ensemble, finding them too extravagant and nonfunctional. beel sulks a bit at your action but holds back her protest.

when you step out from tenshukaku's gates after walking down a shit ton of stairs (you wish you had a glider and can operate one - perhaps you should ask barbatos when you meet him), the sun is nearly high in the sky, but the obstructing fogginess still hangs over the city like a persistent ghost. you're slightly panting, and your legs are a little sore, but you stubbornly nod when beel asks whether you want to continue.

"would you like to have some food first, my-- f-friend?"

you shoot her a reminding glare and nod, already falling into your role as per agreement. she coolly waves towards the guards who bows and greets her, and ignoring their confused stare towards you, she leads you both towards a familiar looking establishment.

komore teahouse.

"will this suffice?"

you nod fervently.

the sliding door opens and you inwardly scream when you see taroumaru sitting on the welcoming counter, tongue lolling out and tail wagging. as soon as you make eye contact, the canine's tail wags wildly, and before you know it he's already at your feet, bumping his snout against your leg while barking excitedly. this seems to have caught someone else's attention, however.

"hey, what's wrong bud- t-t-the almighty s-shogun?!!"

green jade eyes flit between the purple-haired woman and you, a comically shocked expression permanent on the blond's face as he tries to recompose himself. thoma tries to speak, but he only manages to produce a weird gurgling sound before falling into an embarrassed silence.

"thoma? what's wrong, who is-" a gentle voice enters your ears and its owner steps out from the same room thoma just left from, "ah- the almighty shogun, what a pleasure to meet you here, of all places!"

although ayaka is clearly just as shaken, she manages to bow and mask the surprise in her expression. as expected as the shisaragi himegimi, you mentally praise her in your head. her elegance seems to be amplified by a hundred times now that you're seeing her face-to-face.

"hm. i believe you are… kamisato ayaka and her retainer. does that mean the yashiro commissioner is around too?"

just as beel finishes voicing her question, another figure passes through the door, and your eyes nearly bulge out from their socket, "oh, what a delightful surprise. good morning, shogun. what brings you here this fine morning?"

you resist the urge to scream, bang the floor, and rush to smooch bear-hug all three of them. pure dopamine is pumping within your veins, and you almost feel dizzy from the excitement.

two handsome men and two beautiful ladies. what an absolute treat. you won't be surprised if you end up fainting from all these beauties.

"i am accompanying a friend of mine sightseeing."

"ah. i see," ayato blinks and you feel three pairs of eyes staring at you, "... how curious. i don't think i've seen you before around the city. may i know your name, perha-"

"my companion is rather hungry," beel interjects, "if the teahouse is full, we shall look for another establishment to dine."

"full? oh, dear me, no," ayato flashes a polite smile, "our table has space for two extra people. we would be honored if the raiden shogun herself and her esteemed friend join us for a meal."

"yes, please do join us!" ayaka beams, hands clasped in front of her as a genuine smile spreads on her lips, "we were just celebrating over the end of the endless rain! the weather outside has become so lovely!"

beel shifts on her legs uneasily and glances at you. you understand her silent question instinctively and replies with a small nod.

"hm. very well. i suppose it is a cause of celebration."

"oh- then, i'll uh- order a new batch of hotpot then, heh," thoma springs into action immediately with a sheepish smile, darting towards the kitchen in a hurry after throwing one last glance towards you.

you just have to chuckle at that. were they about to play thoma's favorite game of hotpot again? what dorks…

"then, this way, if you would," ayato gestures towards the room at the very end of the corridor.

you follow him silently alongside beel, and the two siblings wait until their archon and you as her guest are settled comfortably on the empty cushions first before taking their own seats. right. inazuma natives mind their manners more than other nations. gotta remember that.

"so, what is your name, if i may ask?" ayaka stares at you expectantly from her place right across the table from you.

you gulp and turn towards beel, but she's already onto the case.

"their name is [name]."

"[name]? what an unique and beautiful name! you are not from inazuma, then, [name]?"

you shake your head.

"so then, how did you get to inazuma, [name]?" the other sibling inquires, and you think you see a mischievous glint in his soft colored eyes as he continues, "i am very curious about when you arrived and how it is that we haven't seen you around before."

is ayato suspecting your identity? you understand he's well-versed in the game of politics, and therefore he might be more cautious of others in retrospect. although it might have been just one's normal sense of wariness toward strangers, you can't help the nagging feeling that he somehow knows that you're hiding something. but how?

beel sees the way you wring your fingers together and the restless shifting of your legs, and she decides to take things into her own hands. sending a cold glare to the yashiro commisioner, she icily answers the open questions, "[name] is one of the survivors from the fallen nations."

"..... ah," ayato's smile immediately vanishes, and he retracts into a tense pose before regarding you with a solemn look instead, "i apologize. I must have made you uncomfortable. it must have been hard and traumatic… are you alone in inazuma?"

alone…

you nod and smile, to sign that you're not angry with them or anything like that.

ayaka sighs in relief before realizing something, "where are my manners? i am kamisato ayaka, and this is my brother, kamisato ayato. he is the head of the yashiro commision. if you need any help settling into inazuma, please don't hesitate and let us know!"

"indeed. a pleasure to meet you. as ayaka said, we would be more than happy to help you with anything to ensure you're comfortable staying in inazuma. now that the endless rain is no more, hopefully, the sakura trees will soon bloom again. i assure you the scenery will please your eyes."

my eyes are already pleased even now, though - you think in your head as your eyes sweep over ayato's visage. still, you nod with a grin to show your interest in seeing the sakura blooms. the city does look barren without the purplish-pink petals.

"sorry for the wait!" thoma enters the room with a new pot in his hands, and he skillfully swaps the one sitting on the table with the one he just carried into the room, "i'll take this back- does anyone want any additional toppings? oh, and what drinks would you like, almighty shogun and her esteemed guest?"

typical thoma, always so hospitable and attentive! you offer him a thankful smile and shrug when beel gives you a questioning look. she then orders two dango milk and a few desserts that the teahouse offers. you can see the amusement in the siblings' expressions, but they're polite enough to not comment on it.

while thoma is gone for the second time, ayato and ayaka flawlessly carry the interactions, smoothly jumping from one subject to another to keep the awkward silence away. you sit back and relax, listening and absorbing as much information as possible.

the conversation flows even smoother when the pyro wielder returns. he quickly picks up the cue about your 'inability' to talk somehow, and maneuvers around it without making you feel left out. you observe them in awe - even though their personalities remain the same as their in-game self, you can't help but feel like they've matured somehow… an effect from having to deal with the calamities, perhaps?

besides the good company, you're also blown away by the feast on your table. while your tongue is able to recognize some ingredients thrown into the boiling broth, you're also faced with things you've never tasted before. you eagerly munch on at least one bite of everything, wanting to know how they all taste, and while some don't suit your palate, you're fully enjoying the new culinary experience and that's more important to you.

a comfortable lull in conversation settles when all the plates are emptied. clearly, everyone is in some sort of a food coma, including yourself. ayaka notices this and clears her throat, before suggesting for everyone to take a walk to help their bodies digest the copious amount of food you've just devoured. your positive acknowledgment causes beel to agree to tag along, and so this time, you leave komore teahouse with three extra people compared to when you first entered.

naturally, this earns you even more curious onlookers. the raiden shogun herself, the yashiro commissioner, the shisaragi himegimi, her infamous retainer… and then, there's little ol' you. no doubt, to the locals, you're the one odd duckling here.

you try to ignore the weird looks given to you by listening intently to the words spoken by your companions instead.

"it would be lovely if the fog disperses soon, so that the city receives more sunlight."

"that would be nice, wouldn't it? i quite miss the sun. i don't even remember the last time we felt it warming our skin."

"milord, milady, i understand you'll want to bask under the sun the moment we can see it peek through the fog, but please don't forget that your skin burns easily…"

"i never thought i would ever say this but the idea of getting sunburnt sounds like an occasion to be celebrated, given our situation."

"oh dear… well, i warned you, milord…"

"i'm looking forward to when that day comes! oh, perhaps we should start to prepare a plan to reopen the port in ritou, almighty shogun?"

you can see beel pondering over the suggestion with a fleeting smile at the corner of her lips. Regardless of how she still finds change daunting at times, it seems like the idea brings her some sort of joy this time.

"hm. a good suggestion, however, i believe the flood has yet to subside?"

"yes… and it will take some time, i'm afraid," ayato hums, fiddling with the dimmed vision dangling from his waist, "though i still have yet to regain full control over my vision, i can still at least sense that the seawater has yet to abate."

your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. the hydro emblem is barely visible among the faint blue gem. upon closer inspection, the same phenomenon is present on thoma's pyro vision. and the last time you saw jean, you did notice that her anemo vision wasn't shining as bright, too…

huh. what's that about?

"i see. then, it might take several years until ritou can be opened up again. regrettably, we can only wait as nature heals and fixes itself…," beel momentarily glances downwards past the stairs in front of your group, to the edges of water that had taken claim over hanamizaka, "although, we can always start to plan on how we shall rebuild our city. let us discuss this topic at the next tri-commission meeting."

"as you command, shogun."

a pensive silence falls upon your group. a raven soars in the sky above, before settling on a nearby tree. it's a desolate sight - what should have been a blooming sakura tree reduced to empty branches and sickly-looking trunk of wood. the rain might have stopped overnight, but the disaster is far from over.

.....

you're not sure what possesses you when your legs move on their own accord to descend the stone stairs. beel's soft call of your name didn't reach your ears; your eyes are narrowed, focused on the seawater, and you swear you can see ripples forming on it, as if it's shivering with fear.

a step away from the water, you stop.

behind you, beel and the other allogenes watch in awe as the sigil she has ever only seen and described within books and ancient texts manifests behind you - a four-pointed star, cool blue merging with a delicate pinkish hue, sparkling with shimmering white light.

your voice is soft and calm, yet it pulses through the whole city, and carries throughout inazuma across the seas.

"recede."

the ripples stop abruptly. for a moment, everything is still…

... until all of a sudden, the water starts to move in waves, gently retreating back, moving away from the city.

following the sound of wings flapping, a nearby sakura tree suddenly erupts into full bloom, and a breeze of sakura petals burst forth, swirling around you as if asking for forgiveness. you squint from the sudden increase in brightness, and you watch in awe as the sun seems to shine brighter. overhead, the mist starts to disperse rapidly. surprised yells and cheers could be heard throughout the town. after a long period of seemingly ceaseless downpour, narukami island finally receives unhindered rays of sunlight.

footsteps stop right behind you, followed by beel's voice.

"see, your grace?"

you turn back to face the archon. she's looking up at you from her kneeling position with a hand over her chest, adoration in her purple eyes, crackling with electro energy. behind her, in the same position, you see the others mirroring the same stance and countenance, though they don't dare to meet your eyes - ayato with an all-knowing smile, and the other two looking more dazed.

"teyvat rejoices over your return and awaits your wishes."

from the shadows, you never did notice the darkened glares and scornful leers focused upon your form.

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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Our Destiny Baby | JWY X F!reader (Werewolf AU) (3/?)

Paring : Jung Wooyoung x F!reader

Genre : Werewolf themes, Magical themes, Fantasy themes, Suggestive themes.

Summary : Wooyoung couldn't handle people criticizing his mate, so obviously, he wasn't like others, he took an oath to train her and make her the most powerful Luna in the world. But what if he accidentally unleashed something which was beyond unexpected..?

"The Alpha King may now kiss the Luna queen." Wooyoung looked at you with soft eyes as his hands went to your waist, he softly pulled in for a kiss. The kiss lasted longer than you thought it would. But for some reason you didn't want to pull away from his soft plumpy lips.

Both of you slowly pulled away as your face blushed from embarrassment. Wooyoung would be lying if he said he didn't want to just take you home and make love to you. He was immensely in love with you which he couldn't express with words.

That night was the best night for him and.... Even you. Because unknowingly you started developing feelings for the man as well. You were completely and truly happy with him.

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You were sitting in Wooyoung's office waiting for him as he said he wanted to take you somewhere. Wooyoung was trying very hard to get close to you, and you obviously didn't mind giving him a chance. Suddenly the door opened which got your attention.

A girl walked who looked familiar to you, you had seen her during one of the meetings arranged by Jung. You always saw her clinging on to your husband but you hadn't seen her from the day you were introduced as his mate.

Your eyes met hers and soon you were shocked when you saw her rolling her eyes. You were a little pissed off but minded your own business. But before you could think of anything, she pulled you up by your wrist.

You looked at her as she gave you a judging look, "Aren't you too weak to be Luna queen?" She scoffed. Before you could say anything, "An underdeveloped wolf will be our sacred Luna queen." Venom laced her voice as she looked down at you.

"Well at least Wooyoung loves me and I get to be with him for a lifetime." "You bitch-" She raised her hand about to slap you, until you heard a stern deep voice. "That's fucking enough Yuri."

You looked behind her to find your husband's red eyes. He walked to you and his hand wrapped around your waist as he looked at the girl. "Park Yuri, Whatever was arranged between us does not last any longer. And you will neither get the crown or me. So I hope you accept the truth and go find your own fucking mate and get a life."

She gave you a jealous look as she just walked away while crying. You couldn't comprehend what just happened but you were a little shaken up by Wooyoung's voice. The way his wolf growled at her scared you a bit but made you feel safer.

He looked down at you now with his usual light blue eyes, he gave you a soft smile. His big hands came down to hold yours in them, "You know I told you that i have some place to show you?" "Yes" Your voice came out much sweeter and softer for which your wolf was to blame. "We're going there now."

Your eyes widened as he pulled you out, running to the woods. He suddenly stopped which made you hit your head at his back. You looked at him as he pulled you towards a green gate. He opened the gate and pulled you in with him.

As you walked further, you saw there were many potions for many powers. Your eyes widened in awe as you looked at the big forest area with a beautiful lake. Your wolf let out a squeal as you controlled yourself from jumping around.

You looked at him with starry eyes, Wooyoung felt his heart melt at your face. But he soon got to the point, "Princess-umm Y/n-" "You can call me whatever you want" You gave him a sweet smile in return for his stuttering.

"I've noticed the way people take advantage of you, and tell you shit as I just witnessed one right in front of my eyes. I don't want to be like other alpha who act like they can protect their mate always when in the end they just don't protect them at all. I don't want to be those people who think of themselves as fantasy hero. I want to teach you how to protect yourself. And I will do that only if you agree."

"Yes, I agree." Needless to say, Wooyoung was surprised at your quick response. "Do you trust me?" That was a sudden question but Wooyoung couldn't help but ask you, "Y-Yes." You answered nervously, until. "D-Do you love me?" Wooyoung's eyes widened at your question, but nevertheless he answered you, "Yes" His voice was firm, as he responded without any hesitation.

And you did the unthinkable, you pulled him by his collar as you placed your lips on his. Your lips moved against his in sync. He put his hands on your waist pulling you closer, as you deepened the kiss.

You both pulled away out of breath. Your eyes met his which gave a hint of purple, which was... Your eyes colour. You both widened your eyes at the same time, and then let out a laugh at the same time. He pressed his forehead on yours as he gave you his wide smile.

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Today was a similar day, Wooyoung was training you in your wolf forms. But until one moment, during a fight you lost your balance which led Wooyoung to pin you down on the grass. And without knowing you had painfully shifted into your human form, and so did Wooyoung.

He was about to get away from him, until you whimpered. Your body started heating up extremely in the middle of the match which also caused you to not focus on fighting. Until it suddenly hits your head..... Your heat.

Your hands wrapped themselves around Wooyoung's neck as you whimpered humping against him. Wooyoung attached his lips on your neck, well he did actually have to mark you before mating with you. He looked at your eyes for permission, clearly not caring, you just whined pulling him closer.

Wooyoung slowly attached his lips onto your neck. His lips trailed kisses onto your neck, as his slowly sunk his teeth inside the flesh of your skin. You let out a loud moan as your back arched. Suddenly everything went Black.

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You woke up in a dark dense forest, you looked around for Wooyoung, but you couldn't find him. You called him out twice until you found bright light coming from behind a bush. You looked behind the bush, curious to see what it was.

You saw the most mesmerizing sight, as you saw a White shining fox with its white long tail curled. Suddenly it turned around, you backed away kinda scared. "Don't get scared of me, Luna."

"Who are you?" You asked, kinda dumbfounded that she spoke. "I'm the moon goddess, I'm here to tell you about your powers, my luna." "My powers?!" "Yes, Do not think this is your hallucination because I'm real and your power is real."

"There is a myth in the world that there lived an Alpha King and Luna queen whose powers were pure death, and the next True blooded alpha and his normal mate will get those powers. It is usually believed that a true blooded alpha is mated with another true blood. But you, my luna, you are an Underdeveloped wolf. And your mate, Our Alpha, is a true blooded wolf, and since he finally has marked you, due to the contact of his teeth and your blood, you have created an unbreakable bond between each other. And you both now possess the powers of Pure death. The most powerful powers to ever possess in the world, you will now be pronounced the most powerful Alpha and Luna. And your child will start a new clan in the world, the true Black blooded, they will be the ruler of the universe."

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You suddenly woke up with a heavy breath, you looked around as you found yourself on your bed. You looked to your side to see a very concerned Wooyoung.

He held your wrist, as he looked at you with guilty eyes. "I'm sorry for marking you without your consent. I'm really sorry." Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to control himself from breaking down.

"You don't have to be sorry, it was not because of you, it was because of our differences." "How?"...

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The last part is going to be posted soon guys.

-Jeong Aera

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rajian · 8 months

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wolgraha-week, day 6: au

I hope I didn't mess up any relevant parts but most importantly I hope you have fun reading my part 6 of wolgrahaweek :)

Todays post has not been proofread so if you find any errors feel free to contact me on them. Thank you!

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Just an ordinary day.

Just an ordinary comission.

At least thats what G’raha thought when he had approached the Outlandish Man and had listened to his quest.

So he had gone to meet „the man named Rammbroes“, as the Outlandish Man had described him, who told him all about the project to recover some Allagan knowledge. He had learned that Cid was also part oft he project and as they apparently needed crystals to get into this „Crystal Tower“, he had gone and fetched some crystals from the beast tribes. The needed Firekissed and the needed Earth-cradled Aethersand would in his possession fast enough.

As he had gone to search for a water-blessed mineral however he bad been too late. Only the carcass of a hog was left when he arrived at his destination. „You are too late, adventurer – and not only for the entertainment…“ a distant voice was taunting him to look at another spot. A race?! So it shall be… G’raha won the race. Though thinking about it later he was not sure if that mysterious person had even tried to win… His prize had been some Wind-touched and some Water-blessed Aethersand which the stranger seemed to have made out of their mineral.

He had gone back to the camp but the thought of that mysterious voice had not left his mind. The voice did not stay mysterious for long though as Rammbroes introduced a Miqo’te named Rajian Koizumi to the party. As she stood there on top of a wooden tower, her grey hair surrounding her head made her look like a full moon in a starry night… Wait… Had he really thought that?! What a strange thing to think about somebody you just met… She had done a backflip from the top of the tower. „Greetings, adventurer! Did I not say we would meet again?“ He had been too dumbfounded to answer that.

He had not known what to make of her. While they had been investigating together he could not help but like her. No matter how much of a pain in the neck she had been sometimes. Yeah, there had been times when he wanted to slap her but he would not have allowed anybody else to be mean to her. She had been his precious friend after all. …Hadn’t she?!

Together with the crew from NOAH (which was how they had named the party) they had opened the outside barriers of the Crystal Tower. Soon after that two people called Unai and Doga had joined the group who soon would confess to be clones of old Allagans. Nero had joined them as well, whom G‘raha really didn’t want to have in the party. Together they opened the last parts of the Crystal Tower, defeated the clone of the old emperor of the Allagan Empire, Xande, and jumped into the World of Darkness in hopes to save Unai, Doga and Nero (yeah…) who had been abducted by the Cloud of Darkness. However after they met again Unai and Doga had to stay behind to seal the portal to the World of Darkness. Their last deed had been to awaken the Allagan blood in Rajian.

With both eyes red as flames Rajian had told them she finally knew how to seal the Crystal Tower. All of them had been happy. After all, this had been their goal since they had found out about the threat originating from the tower. In the evening, once the tower had been sealed, they would surely sit together at the campfire again. Talking. Laughing. Cheering. Together.

It had been three days.

Three days since they had sealed the Crystal Tower.

Three days since that annoying girl had gone.

Three days since she had sealed the tower with herself inside.

There would be a lot of occasions where G’raha would still think of her. How she would have enjoyed to be there. How they would talk about it.

It would take some more time though until he could name this feeling.

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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@raenestee and @nausikaaa tagged me two weeks ago and here I finally am! I am doing both versions, the Artist Chosen one and the Spotify Wrapped one.

I am picking KAYE for the chosen one. I am also using the music she released under her full name (Charlene Kaye). Is she my favourite artist? No, but her songs still fucking slap and she is underappreciated (watch me and Nicole trying to make everyone in the CO Discord listen to KAYE).

Artist Chosen Method:

name of artist: KAYE

what is your gender? Woman Up

how do you feel? Too Much

if you could go anywhere, where would it be? Earthrise

describe your best friend: Neon God

if your life was a tv show, what would it be called? Hummingbeard Heart

favorite time of day? Unitl the Morning

what do you fear? Armies

relationship status? Respect Me

what is life like to you? What a Time to Be Alive

Spotify Wrapped 2022 Shuffle Version:

what is your gender? What I Need by Hayley Kiyoko ft. Kehlani (sure)

how do you feel? Tonight Belongs to You by The Prom the Musical (ohh???)

if you could go anywhere, where would it be? Make Me Feel by Janelle Monáe (no clue what this would mean)

describe your best friend: Impress Me by Starry the Musical (I mean, they do impress me)

if your life was a tv show, what would it be called? Tear Me Down by Hedwig and the Angry Inch OOBC (alright oop)

favorite time of day? Canyon Moon by Harry Styles (so, night?)

what do you fear? Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met...) by Panic! At the Disco. (I guess I fear witches if they are evil.)

relationship status? What’s It Gonna Be by Shura (sure)

what is life like to you? Cooties by Hairspray Live (uh OH!!)

Not tagging anyone cause this challenge is old now. Oop. Although if you see this, feel free to do it.

#tag game

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daemxnium · 2 years

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𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑:

and i mostly stayed that way.

name: laila marie renaud

age: thirty-six

gender identity: cis-female.

pronouns: she/her

birthday: may 9, 1984

star sign: taurus.

species: werewolf (born)

occupation: bar tender

place of birth: gatineau, qc

height: 5′8

Their father was a crooked French Canadian. This story starts with a man who had a strong chin but weak morals, a gentleman who wasn’t gentle at all— save for when he grinned at you from behind a half filled glass of whiskey. Patrice Renaud had very little doing in his children’s upbringing, save for the firm hand that he had the habit of slamming onto the table when it came to following his rules. Their mother, a wisp of a woman, swallowed up in obedience and duties; loved him wholly, (or so she promised) regardless of how she threw him out once a month, locking the door behind. Laila was always her father’s child, a girl who grinned with all teeth, who clutched at the world as though it was all going to be taken away. Their lives were beautiful, tucked into a small home in Gatineau; every sunny day was linked to the next with the sweet hum of a French lullaby and the passing of terribly starry night.

Three girls outgrew that home, none like the other. Laila, the oldest, tumbled into each room with skinned knees and tangled hair, brandishing sticks as swords. There was a ferocity that burned in her tiny chest like flame, only death could snatch away her spirit and she would fight until every child in the playground had received a wallop from her makeshift weapon. Spirited, they’d call her, her father perhaps loved her best; whispering words by the tiny shell of her ear, calling her a warrior, his legacy. These are the memories that she has forgotten, replaced by violence, raw and unmarred, always trailed by empty amber bottles leading to her mother’s room. Laila hated her for her smallness, her inability to snap back— her anger at attempts to intervene; as she grew older her love for her mother was twined so deeply with her distaste that the walls of that small home shrunk further down, suffocating her. When the girl was 19, she moved out.

She didn’t go far, a stone’s throw away where her bitterness welled deeper, darkening her heart. Anger seemed to follow Laila, snapping at her heels and prodding at her sensitive spots. Her sisters found the lighter spots in her, reminded her how to laugh, but as time passed she tried to leave them behind as well, curving invitations with shitty excuses, sending birthday cards shoved full with cash she didn’t have instead of visiting. Perhaps they would have been alright if things had stayed this way. Four years working in a gas station at the edge of town had her worn down, she felt grubby— a waste as her younger sisters went on to seize the world around them, to reach beyond the bars that Gatineau placed around them. That year, she accepted the invitation to the family’s last Thanksgiving celebration.

Most of the night is a blur, rubbed out of Laila’s memory like a bad dream, time carries away the worst parts of it. She remembers it in flashes; the gore that trailed from the kitchen, splattering up the tiles and over the feast that had been prepared, the misshapen prints that lead into the yard and the shining, silvery remains of yesterday’s full moon. The creature that stood over what was left of her mother was less human than it was beast, but it didn’t belong wholly to either; with the shot gun that was always stowed by the screen door, Laila put a bullet into the beast.

A month passed, her father had disappeared, her mother was declared dead at the scene. The eldest Renaud took up her place as head of the household, running it as smoothly as she could with slapped together peanut butter sandwiches and apple juice. It was the point in November when the frost killed grass and the leaves were starting to wither, the moon took its perch in the top of that starry sky and shrugged off its cloud cover. Every bone in Laila’s body broke, her heart shuddered to a stop; the last of her screams were finished with a horrible howl. Her sister, Adeline rushed in, terrified as they saw the last of their eldest sister, twitching to life as a terrible dark beast. She lashed out, an instinct (she’d claim), teeth sinking into the younger girl’s shoulder.

A sisterhood of werewolves was born that night. From bloodshed rose the beasts, gnashing teeth and curved claws, they gouged marks the hard packed earth around their home. They knew no rules, followed no laws. The two people that had any footing in the world that they now belonged to had been buried; their baby sister awoke hours later— unmarred and alone. A month later, she too, buried two empty coffins. Gatineau was no longer safe for the young wolves, not when their striking features were so recognizable. Like those bearing the devil’s mark, they began their nomadic mark towards a place to call home. It was Adie who discovered a home for them, their travels westward had hit the small town and that was when they caught the trail of something that wasn’t rabbit or deer. A scent, entirely like their own— they followed it into a pub in town and since that fateful drink, they’ve stayed.

Like all good things, her fairytale life in the safe haven burned to the ground. Adeline— tired of her sister’s selfishness and actions, escaped in the blaze, leaving Laila to her own devices. She doesn’t blame her sister, for the life that she herself has chosen is not one for the living; for nearly a decade now she has lived the life of a nomad- wandering the earth in search of something to tether to. Drawn across the country, Laila found herself on Grand Manan, on a island that promises to be a haven for her kind. A gentle balance seems foolish to a body that only knows what it’s like to be at war, but her bones are tired and she craves what seems to be so foreign to her: peace.

#laila: a history.#again i'm so sorry abt the length of this i am Recycling

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soupercatte · 2 years

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FFXIV Writing Prompt 22: Veracity

“Order up, Boy!”

“On it!”

Kelas’ra skidded around the counter, arms filled with plates and bowls carefully stacked and enterlocked, food fresh and piping hot as he went down the rows of tables, setting the meals in front of the patrons who had ordered them. They thanked him, some joking back and forth with him as he did the same, a shite-eating grin permanently plastered across his face.

“Don’t you dawdle out there!” A gruff voice called from the bar and he flicked his ear, glancing back to see Miure glaring at him. “You’ve got three more orders, get your furry arse back in the kitchen, Brat!”

The eighteen year old rolled his eyes, waving her words away as he sat down his last plate, picking up used dishes in the process while the table laughed.

“She runs you ragged, doesn’t she, Lad?” One of the Hrothgar merchants that visited often chuckled. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit still for more than a second or two! Come on now, Kid, if she’s killin’ ya, you can tell us! No need to lie now.”

“Aw, it’s not so bad.” Kelas’ra winked as he took the plates, offering to get the man a refill but he shook his head, placing a hand over his stine to indicate he was content. “Idle hands and all that. But I should hurry off before she punts my arse up the chimney to clean it again.”

The table lit up in raucous laughter as he jogged away, Miure spinning her damp towel in a tight coil, flicking it at him as he passed. It slapped his back with a sharp crack! Making him yelp and jump as she grinned.

“Keep it up, Boy, and you’ll be sleeping in the chimney. Not that the soot’ll make any difference to that fur o’ yours. You’re shaggy enough to be a chimney brush, I oughta shave it off.”

The Miqo’te boy laughed as he backed into the kitchen, pushing the swinging door with his shoulder. “You can try, Miure, but you’ll have to catch me first!”

He shook his head with a smile as he sat the dishes in the sink, washing his hands and wiping them on the apron tied tightly around his waist.

It had been like a whirlwind living here with Miure the past three years. He couldn’t exactly say he had enjoyed it the entire time as she had made good on her word when she took him in, working him to the bone. There had been many nights he had fallen asleep on his feet in the stables or huddled in corners, dozing on the stools in the kitchen, knife in one hand and popoto in the other, Miure slapping the back of his head to wake him. But he had endured, day by day until the workload had become second nature. His hands were calloused and his shirts had tightened from the muscle earned from mucking the stables or hauling the loads of laundry up and down the stairs, carrying crates of supplies or whatever else she deemed necessary for him to do.

And yet he was content. Despite her sharp tongue Miure loved him in her own way and he her, thinking of her almost like a parent of sorts. She’d cleared out a room for him to move into and had taken care of him when he’d fallen deathly ill with some sickness brought by a merchant from the Far East, dabbing his face with a cool cloth to break his fever but always making sure to fling verbal barbs just in case he ever thought she was softening on him.

Kelas’ra prepared the three dishes that had been ordered, plating them quickly and hurrying back out to the inn’s main room to mingle with the regulars and ensure everyone had what they needed. He’d become a familiar face to most and they always treated him kindly, bringing him stories and gifts from lands far away. Miure had always said it would rot his brain, listening to tales of adventurers fighting monsters but he had ever been starry eyed, enraptured with each story so she let him dream.

“Hey Lad.” He paused, arms loaded with more dirty dishes. Miure nodded towards the door as she wiped down the bar counter. “Do me a favour, would you? We’re running low on ale, head out to the barn and grab one of the kegs stored out there and bring it in. Do that for me and I’ll finish up the kitchen, you can rest for the night.”

His face lit up excitedly, tail swishing broadly back and forth, slapping both patrons on either side of him. They laughed and shoved him away as he hastily agreed, dropping his plates off and rushing towards the door, grabbing the iron key that was stashed underneath the bartop.

The Corvosi air was cool tonight, the humidity finally having been broken with the rains that had poured earlier in the day. Kelas’ra took a deep breath, stretching as he admired the violet and crimson sunset, the clouds building in the distance for another stormfront due to come in during the night.

He circled the inn, jogging to the back where the stables and a small barn had been set up. Granted the barn hadn’t contained any animals since he had begun to stay there, used solely for storage but it was still in decent shape. Cured meats, root vegetables and other large bulky items were locked up out here, the iron key in his hands opening the two large padlocks over the doors.

Kelas’ra let himself inside, lighting a lamp by the door and began to move crates and sacks of vegetables out the way to get to the kegs of ale in the back. He hummed to himself as he worked, finally clearing a path and hefting one of the small kegs into his arms.

“Sisters preserve…” He grunted, stepping slowly towards the door, “It’s no wonder she wanted me to get this instead of herself. It’s like the weight of a baby Gaja…”

The teen made his way towards the entrance of the barn when he paused, seeing lights in the field and the low din of voices. Odd, he didn’t hear any carts or animals coming up the road. Setting the keg down he crouched and shuffled towards the door, pressing himself against the wall and peeking outside.

It took a moment for his eyes to readjust to the darkness but his breath caught in his throat when they did, quickly withdrawing back into the barn. He was certain of it. There were Garlean soldiers outside.

They weren’t entirely rare in the area, if anything they were becoming more and more common as of late as the Empire had begun to bear down harder on the region but he would still find himself shaking in fear when they would arrive at the inn for a so called ‘random inspection’ to ensure there were no escaped soldiers or refugees hiding. Miure had always hidden him away in the kitchens along with the real refugees so they did not have to interact with them but he still found his chest tightening, hands trembling.

So why were they here so late tonight? It didn’t make sense, but he had to hide. He couldn’t be seen.

Kelas’ra gripped the door to the barn tightly, gritting his teeth and slowly pushed it, wincing as it creaked on in its hinges as he slid it closer and closer to the latch. Just a little further, it was so close…

He had nearly closed the door when a hand shot through the gap, blocking and ripping the door back. Kelas’ra let out a cry as he was grabbed by his shirt and tossed outside, the telltale click! of various guns drawing at his head.

“Well well.” A cold voice echoed from inside a helmet as he tried to scramble away from the gun barrel pointed at his face. “What do we have here? A little rat scrounging for scraps in the barn?”

Kelas’ra’s teeth chattered as he crawled backwards, trying to keep his eyes hidden in his hair. “N-no sir.” He stuttered. “I w-w-w-work here! I was j-j-just getting a k-keg…”

The gun’s barrel tapped his forehead. “Look at me when you’re speaking, Savage.” The officer snarled. The fear in Kelas’ra’s chest began to coil into a furious anger, hatred swirling like molten iron. He glanced up as the Garlean used the gun to flip his hair to the side, his face hidden by his mask so he couldn’t see his expression.

“Would you look at that?” The officer mused, reaching down and pulling him to his feet, hand gripping the side of his face as he struggled to free himself. “The rat is a special one! He’s got himself an Allagan Eye.”

That word again…he’d heard it before when he had run from his tribe, his parents murmuring the same thing with an air of reverence yet fear. This soldier, however, has spoken the word as if he had just won the lottery, whispers echoing through the platoon behind him.

“How many other refugees are there?” He asked, shaking Kelas’ra. The boy let out a cry, holding on to his wrist for leverage. “None, it’s just me and Miure here! I’m not a refugee-”

The butt of the gun collided with his cheek, causing him to see stars as his feet were lifted from the ground once more. “I suppose we must ask her, then.” The Officer chimed, the other soldiers falling into a line behind him. “Let’s head inside, shall we?”

The Garleans burst into the inn, tossing him to the floor as they entered. The room grew silent, the patrons all rising to their feet and stepping back, Miure scowling as she circled the bar.

“And what the hell is all this?” She spat, making a movement to crouch by Kelas’ra but the Officer raised his gun, pointing it at her. “That’s far enough, Miss. This can be a quick interrogation and we will be on our way, or you can make this rough. Now.”

He kicked Kelas’ra’s foot, the boy crawling backwards towards the patrons. “Where’d you find the G Tribe brat? And where are others?”

Miure crossed her arms, unaffected by the threat. “G Tribe? You must be blind through that helmet of yours.” She seethed, lips pulled into a snarl. “Anybody with more than a block of shite for a head could see he’s a Moonie. Not exactly the same thing, you know.”

The officer let out a low tut, turning his gun so that she could easily see it was indeed loaded, but if Miure cared she did not show it.

“Don’t play coy with me, Woman. That boy very much has an Allagan Eye, something we are very interested in. If you’re harboring any more escaped test subjects, then-”

“Then listen to me.” She interrupted the soldier, voice booming and drowning out his words. “I’m telling you my son isn’t a runaway from any other place. He’s lived here since the day he was born and I don’t rightly appreciate you barging in, wavin’ that damn gun around in my face. Now get your inspection done and get out!”

“Somehow, I doubt the veracity of your so called ‘son’. Last I checked you Knife Ears don’t have children with fur and tails.”

Miure spat at the officer, her saliva splattering across the mask and dripping down as the soldier let out a low curse, wiping it away.

“You calling me a liar, then?” She barked, taking a step forward and grabbing the gun barrel with her hand, jerking it to the side. “You don’t think I gave birth to my own boy? Need I show you the stretch marks? Hunt down that good for nothing Moonie that came and knocked me up and left as quickly as he lasted in my bed?”

The Garlean soldiers shuffled awkwardly behind their leader, stepping back towards the door, seemingly uncomfortable with the furious Duskwight woman. The officer seemed shocked as well, taking a step back himself. “N-now you listen here-!”

“No, you listen to me.” Miure took another step forward, putting herself in front of Kelas’ra as she held the gun barrel high in the air. “I’m a gods fearing woman like all the rest, so I don’t lie unlike you sorry bastards. Since you’re having a hard time listening or believing me, I’ll spell it out plainly for you.”

Miure pointed to Kelas’ra, her expression stern. “That? Is my boy. He’s half Elezen, half Moonie but the sorry brat obviously takes after his useless father. Don’t like it? Get over it.” She then pointed towards the patrons in the center of the room. Emboldened by her actions they squared their shoulders, punching their fists or chuckling darkly. “Them? They’re my patrons. And I’d take a bullet for them any day. You go against me, you go against them and by the Myrga you’ll have no rest in Corvos if you so much as lay a hand on me or my boy.”

She then pointed towards the Officer, the man flinching in reaction. “And you? A sorry excuse for a lapdog to that old bat of an Emperor of yours. Now that you’ve interrupted my dinner rush, injured my boy and bothered my customers, why don’t you scurry on back to your little tin hovels, hrm? You haven’t found shite here and you never will.”

The room grew silent as Miure held the tense standoff, the Officer finally backing away, lowering his gun back to his side.

“You’ll regret this.” He spat, waving his subordinates out the door. “We own this land! Locus Amoenus is ours! And when we come back the lot of you will never see the light of day again!”

Miure waved her hand as she let out a disgusted “bah-!”, shoving the Officer out. “I’ll believe it when I see it, you pig headed Bhumjaga’s arse. Now leave.”

The Garlean soldiers filed out, Miure following them and perching herself at the top of the steps of the porch, watching them leave down the road in the darkness, their torchlights bouncing until they vanished over the horizon. She re-entered the Inn to thunderous applause, the hunters and merchants and locals crowding around, all talking at once.

Kelas’ra sat in a daze on the floor till he was yanked to his feet by the crowd, people asking if he was alright and hugging him and passing him back and forth like a toy until he arrived in front of Miure, the Elezen woman inspecting his face.

“They got you good.” She mused, pressing a finger to the forming bruise. “No other injuries? Good. I don’t think they bought my story but that should keep ‘em at bay for a while yet.”

She gave him a rare, tender smile, pulling his curly black hair back over his red eye and patted it softly. “Keep that covered, hrm? I dunno what an ‘Algahn Eye’ is but if it’s something the Garleans want, well, we have to do everything in our power to keep them from it. Go on and rest, kiddo. We’ll handle everything else.”

Kelas’ra nodded, leaning forward and pressed his cheek to her breast, head bunting her lovingly. “Thank you, Miure. I mean it.” He said quietly. “Really…”

“Don’t go getting sappy on me, now.” She laughed, enjoying the strange Miqo’te act of affection. Between the head bunts and the gentle purring and the unconscious wrapping of his tail around her sometimes she had grown to rather like it. “After all, this doesn’t change anything. You’re still my work boy, come sunrise your sorry arse is back in the kitchens. Enjoy your night off while you can.”

Giving her a wry grin, Kelas’ra nodded as Miure mussed his hair, sending him up the staircase to his rooms. She watched him ascend, tail flicking around the corner and heaved a heavy sigh. They’d just danced around a deadly bullet, quite literally, but she knew she couldn’t keep up such a front for much longer. She would need to send the boy someplace safe now that he was on the Garleans’ radar.

Radz-at-Han is still a neutral city. She thought to herself as things returned to normal, Miure wiping down a glass to fill it with a cheap local wine. If he goes there he’ll be safe enough.

And so hatched a plan in her mind, a means to send him to Thavnair under the guise of wanting him to live his dreams. So long as the Miqo’te kid she had come to think of as her own was safe, that’s all she cared about anymore.

#ffxiv writing challenge #ffxiv writing prompt #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv oc

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libramoonruledcancer-blog · 10 months

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Yes, we were somewhere else

The lavender haze doesn't really ring a bell with you but it's such an epic way to start and admit we were never really "traditionalists", were we? That song slaps so hard, it's so good isn't it? I just love it so much. This is such a break up album, but fresh break up, like "Im still so angry about it but it's been almost a year" fresh angry break up. I just love it so much. "Talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest, get it off my desk"

The vinyls, the incense, the choices all became maroon. Tarnished, rusted like a patina that had been developing since our golden august days. Every single word on that song reminds me of you, of us dancing. But I know now dancing is just your thing, it really wasn't ours, was it? You'll do it with anyone. Sort of déjà vu but it works, it builds intimacy and it gets the girls, fuckboi! Good for you! But dancing wasn't my thing, I just chose you and you danced with me. It meant something to me.

Track 3 and I truly am the villain in my own love stories. I'm sure we can both accept now that I initially sabotaged our whole thing. I thought we couldn't get any lower after my wrong doing, but this new downhill has been all your work, your masterpiece... Hi... It's you.

Skipped two tracks.

Our anthem hits after that and it's actually right now raining as I'm typing this. Crazy ironic, right? I feel like we were always blindly surrounded by irony. Midnight rain is only about fear. Can you hear it too or am I still haunted by it? It was just so scary to feel things again, even the good ones. I don't think you fully understood that, it meant something different for me. I dodged a bullet when I realized you were actually going to hurt me eventually like you did to her.

I'm still flooded with questions even after our illicit 6 hour talk. Questions that shall never receive an answer and I can live with that. Cause everything does feel like second best, but we'll never meant that with each other. I have everything I need to deliver the envelope and enter my vigilante shit era, but I wont. I've decided I'll let it go. I won't give her the envelope so rest, valentine. Be calm and rest. Lie to yourself like you lie to all of us, whatever helps you sleep at night.

Baby boy, deep down I wish I were on my bejeweled era. I wish I had zero fucks to give about you, but I'm not there yet. I haven't escaped our messy labyrinth and I wish I could whisper it in your ear ever so softly while the elevator rose fast and fell faster. Maybe we'll stay trapped in here forever, we're both too sensitive, vindictive and stubborn apparently. I want to yell karma at you so loudly. I want to scream it so hard into your ear you'll hear me for days. My eco will never leave your ears, unwanted permanent resident.

You were the truest mastermind, like... T Swift level and that's saying something. You both have a scorpio mars, did you know that? I love it and I hate it even more.

I wanted us humming songs in the kitchen, dancing in living rooms, screaming dua lipa songs to each other in your beat up car while driving into the night, I wanted all the small nothings that came along. But this is starting to feel like a great war, this feels like that will be the night I lost you. Our martian energy wont let us call off the troops. Fuck you aries energy!

Our nights were really so starry, they hit different. The wound still bleeding, I'll become a wrinkle in time like the crease on your arm. You'll write "non romantic" songs and I'll write "non romantic" poems and maybe in that way this glitch will be a loop, maybe in that way we can live in this never ending counterfeit affair, our high infidelity that happened on someone else's playground... Where there's no dear reader, no would've, could've, should've, there's only Paris.

On my version of Paris we're in my car that chilly september night on that tiny street where that club you liked that's now closed was at, drinking 40oz's, listening to music, talking, flirting, wishing, challenging each other while my date was waiting for me inside. I was taken by the view, I was somewhere else with you. On my version of Paris I would sing "in my mind, we drew a map on my bedroom ceiling. No, I didn't see the news, cause we were somewhere else, in an alley way, drinking 40oz, 'cause we were in... Paris... Yes, we were somewhere else. My valentine, we were in Paris... Yes, we were somewhere else". And then I'll wish we could truly be somewhere else.

(by the way, stalker! Hi! I know you're reading this. No puedo privatizar mi tumblr. En verdad ya lo intenté y como sabes this is my muy necesario emotional outlet, let me be. Just stop checking up on it!)

#personal text #long poem #original poem #writing #women writers #writers on tumblr

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 1 year

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hello again! i hope you’re doing just fine this week! just continuing our small chat through asks 💙

i really can't choose between all of them, the first member who caught my attention was leeteuk and here i am, kyu biased lol maybe that's why. i love to see we all have more than 1 bias 😂

i loved 2ya2yao, i loved the whole concept! and for mango also was AMAZING. deserves better, i agree with you, has those mamacita/sfs vibes.

black suit the queen taking you back with them omg. i never had any kpop contact before i guess, i just discovered them on youtube, it just happened. so i didn't really know the reddit stuff and all of that. if you ask me though i think is like becoming trendy to hate on them, i know they're not perfect but other idols or celebs are not as innocent either. that whole situation is very funny for me 😭

a teuk and WOOKIE biased! his voice is heaven✨✨

yes, exactly my thoughts! i felt so spoiled and overwhelmed at the same time when i found out the amount of content they have, i loved it! i am so lazy to check new debuts or groups, i enjoy the music but i don't feel the same as i do with super junior. exo slaps too, i like some of their songs, and i like suho, but i can't distinguish their voces individually yet lol it took me some time with suju as well to do that 😭 following kpop groups is difficult haha

also i read a smut drabble of yours, THE TALENT YOU HAVE GOOD LORD! hoping to read more from you! 💙

Okay so this is from months ago and I'm so so sorry I took so long to reply 😭 but hello my dearest elf-bot! While I wasn't doing particularly fine the week you asked, this current week wasn't too bad :) I hope you've been doing well, too!

Wahhh you're so lucky!! I heard a few songs on Spotify and Pandora (you kpop kiddos of today's world should APPRECIATE how diverse the kpop library has become! Back in my day you just had to listen to the same songs over and over and be grateful you even got those!) and I really jammed to them but then reddit...

In the end they won me over anyway lmfao 😂

And so true!! No one is perfect but people really do expect these idols to just... be impossibly good? Everyone has flaws, everyone makes mistakes. There's a few idols / groups that are just freaking punching bags for netizens 😔

All of his songs are sooooo good but I'm obsessed with Zhoumi's Starry Night where he (Wookie) features. Just 🥺😭💕 perfect vocals, so emotional, thoughts and feelings pouring through me.

There's too many new groups debuting every week 😅 it's hard to keep up. I'm about 2 months behind on new releases le sigh. But... I always make time to listen to Key's and Kai's new songs every day aahjsjdkf

YES I LOVE EXO! I'm glad you liked our leader 🥺 Junmyeon is precious. I stayed up way too late just the other night watching EXO on the ladder (Idk if that's what is was called - I just saw EXO and watched it lmfao). It was on the telly, just playing on a random channel and next thing you know it was 2am ✌️😔

Oh, thank you. That's really nice of you to say! ♡ I hope one day I can write again. I'm not mentally strong enough to force myself to write right now. Such a drag.

Anyways... sorry again for taking so long! And I hope you've been well and continue to be well. Stay happy and healthy always, and sending love your way! 😗💕

#elf-bot #elf fam ❦#sending good vibes #i hope you're having a good day #<333

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luthienne · 3 years

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Louise Glück, from Averno

“Sometimes you leave your hair at the bus station & get on the bus & as your face falls asleep against the window you realize it is all your body now, everything between you & the pieces you lost once,”

Aracelis Girmay, from Kingdom Animalia; “Portrait of the Woman As a Skein”

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “The Girl at 3″

“She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

“Many girls lock themselves up, / become pantries, closets. / Some, like trees, grow bark, / and others, like rivers, / burble into dimpled pools.”

Eli Mandel, from “Rapunzel (Girl in a Tower)"

“Sometimes I forget. I become a volatile spirit / a butterfly out of its wings, a blooming flower / in decay. I fall in love with ghosts and cry / when they flesh out,”

Mahtem Shiferraw, from Fuschia; “Being a Woman”

Aracelis Girmay, from “Portrait of the Woman as a Skein”

“Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.”

Catherine Garbinsky, from “The Princess & the Thorns,” Even Curses End

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

“I was something else, not a girl, not a wolf, something blank-eyed, tired,”

Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams

“Shame fuses to silence letting the night maraud, killing bit by useless hope of not being this girl I was. Am. She is.”

Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians

“When I was a girl / and you were a girl / we were floral / and ungiveable. Squash / blossom. Bleeding / Hearts in the sideyard. / Vine, albino root. / Petals open only in the moonlight.”

Emily O'Neill, “Wedding Soup,” from Pelican

“Glory be to the girl who goes back for her body.”

Dominique Christina, from Star Gazer

“Cover the memory of your face with the mask of who you’ll be—come, and frighten the girl you used to be.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (tr. Yvette Siegert), “Paths of the Mirror”

“—if I could remember a day when I was utterly a girl and not yet a woman— / but I don’t think there was a day like that for me. / When I look at the girl I was, dripping in her bathing suit, or riding her bike, pumping hard down the newly paved street, / she wears a furtive look— and even if I could go back in time to her as me, the age I am now / she would never come into my arms without believing that I wanted something.”

Marie Howe, from What the Living Do: Poems; “The Girl”

“‘How strange it is to long for one’s self!’ she said; ‘and yet I often, so often, long for myself as a young girl. I love her as one whom I had been very close to and shared life and happiness and everything with, and then had lost while I stood helpless.’”

Jens Peter Jacobsen, from Niels Lyhne

Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses; “Blueberries”

“Your bare feet became a woman's feet, always saying two things at once.”

Louise Glück, from Descending Figure

“And I must choose. War before me, and behind, a woman I do not know, the woman I could have been, a human woman, whole and hot.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

Louise Glück, from “The Myth of Innocence”

“Beware your face, / your limbs, your walk: / Gods see these / as invitations. / Beware of swans. / They may lift you / but you will fall. / Beware of children / hatched from eggs, / unfledged and beautiful: / they will burn / cities to the ground. / Don’t be seduced by the gods, / my daughter. / Though you break / into song beneath them / you will remain broken.”

Jeannine Hall Gailey, from Becoming the Villainess; “Leda’s Mother Warns Her”

“What could I have grown up to be? What kind of human woman, what kind of simple, happy thing? If I had never been broken on a bird’s wing. If I had never seen the world naked. I want to be myself again… I want to stop knowing everything I know.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

“But I don’t really like what I know; I don’t really care for wisdom and experience. I would rather believe, and beat out my brains, and believe some more. I do not like this safe well-armed woman I have become. The loud bleating disheveled starry reckless failed girl was a better person.”

Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters

“a child with seafoam eyes / and dusky skin might cry, there / goes a girl with seven thousand years / at the hollow of her throat,”

Amal El-Mohtar, from ‘Song for an Ancient City’

“I say “her,” because I don’t recall having been present, not in any meaningful sense of the word. I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember.”

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

“There were always in me two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning, and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.”

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934

“Come, let me suffer! That is worth more than viewing injustice with a serene countenance, as Shakespeare says. When I have drained my cup of bitterness, I shall feel better. I am a woman, I have affections, sympathies, and wrath.”

George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert

“Slapped the man’s face, then slapped it again, / broke the plate, broke the glass, pushed the cat / from the couch with my feet. Let the baby / cry too long, then shook him, / let the man walk, let the girl down, / wouldn’t talk, then talked too long, / lied when there was no need / and stole what others had, and never / told the secret that kept me apart from them. / Years holding on to a rope / that wasn’t there, always sorry / and righteous and wrong. Who would / follow that young woman down the narrow hallway? / Who would call her name until she turns?”

Marie Howe, “What I Did Wrong”

“She is a woman stranded at doorways and passivity is killing her. There is only one thing she can do. Make noise.”

Anne Carson, in her Introduction to Elektra

Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems

“Part of me died here / so another could go on.”

Marty McConnell, from “When They Say You Can’t Go Home Again, What They Mean Is You Were Never There”

“see, you will rise. / and are you less of a woman for this? / no / what is woman? / woman is this—enduring. / listen girl, you will survive this—you will. / but what fool said you had to do it silently? / here is a tip—scream”

Salma Deera, Letters From Medea, “medea gives advice to a young girl with a broken heart”

#compilation #quote compilation #words #the great wound #regarde comme ta fille est faite #long post #terfs dni #this is very long. but i needed to make it and every word was necessary so i am not sorry

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❥⠀ FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀various genshin husbandos with their fem! s/o

❥⠀ DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀headcanons ⨾ slightly suggestive ⨾ warning for some harassment ⨾ their reactions when your skirt/dress flies up

❥⠀ NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀this was pure brainrot because i love wearing skirts and dresses and i suddenly remembered a guy friend of mine that literally put a jacket around me when my skirt flew up because of the train. that made me have the tiniest bit of hope for the men here in this world.

++ ♡⠀Childe

◞⁺ he is definitely the type that would constantly has his eyes focused on your ass, i mean, you

◞⁺ i ain't capping or being too biased on this because this is childe we're talking about

◞⁺ he's confident. he's just really, really proud that you are his girlfriend

◞⁺ he won't stop flaunting you to other people (stop him, please)

◞⁺ he's pretty sure that every millelith guard in liyue already knows who you are

◞⁺ they have your name memorized so they never dare lay a finger on you and would even guard you when he's out collecting taxes

◞⁺ and one day, when you were out venturing from one shop after another, with the harbinger tailing behind you, the wind started to grew strong and it caused your skirt to flip up, exposing your underwear.

◞⁺ you were flustered when you heard him chuckling behind you together with some eyes that were intently focused on you

◞⁺ but your little embarrassing situation was quickly replaced when you felt him slap your ass.

◞⁺ "hey! what was that for?" you asked, glaring at your goofy boyfriend.

◞⁺ "i'm just showing everyone who owns this pretty ass."

◞⁺ give him a smack on the head for me please uGH just, stop him help, i'm falling more for him as i write this

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++ ♡⠀Xiao

◞⁺ i think xiao is the most over-protective one

◞⁺ @ameliahotson i know how much you'll love this so i'm dedicating this one for you <3

◞⁺ he won't cross his boundaries in stopping you from wearing what you want, in fact, he loves seeing you look so ethereal in the outfits you chose when you two decide to enjoy a nightly stroll

◞⁺ but he doesn't like it when people has their attention on you he's so cute, please stop me from being too smitten and biased over this

◞⁺ it was during the lantern rite festival that showed xiao's adorable and over-protective side.

◞⁺ he was waiting outside wangshuu inn, looking around as he held tightly on a headpiece that resembles a crystalfly in his hand. as he waits, he can feel his heart close to beating out his chest.

◞⁺ he was the one who invited you but he's the one who's overly nervous? what in adepti was happening, right?

◞⁺ xiao tried his best to keep his composure but all was loss when he finally sees you walking out the inn, smiling at him as you stood so pretty in a dress stained in a gradient of black and teal color.

◞⁺ "i thought we'd somehow match with something for tonight and i thought that i'd had a seamstress make this for me" you said as you did a small twirl before clasping your hand in his.

◞⁺ just by hearing you say that had xiao willing to offer his whole life for you so you better take good care of him >:(

◞⁺ but before you two leave, he places the headpiece he brought you and you smiled at him that he is so smitten to you but he doesn't know that he is, please i wanna hug him so badly

◞⁺ as so, you two went out and enjoyed the gorgeous view of the starry skies littered with lanterns scattering through. as a part of your surprise for xiao, you personally made him almond tofus and ate it on a nearby hill.

◞⁺ he's falling more for you, as i type this

◞⁺ after the small moment of just enjoying each other's presence with one another, you asked him if you two could walk through the port as the moon sparkles prettily in the water

◞⁺ and this is where his little jealousy comes in

◞⁺ you were running ahead of him, giggling while looking back at him. as you run fast, the night breeze was strong against the current of your movements. and as you grow closer the sea, the wind kicks up a notch and had brushed strongly on your dress.

◞⁺ although it didn't showed enough of your skin, xiao doesn't like one bit how there was this group of men who observes you from afar. you didn't mind the stares as you felt protected because of xiao's presence but you felt how strongly he feels for you when, all of a sudden, he lifts you up in his arms and carried you away to a private part he once saw during his nightly escapades.

◞⁺ "i don't like it," he mutters under his breath with you giving him a confused look. he gently places you down your feet, with both his hand holding yours as he looks at your eyes.

◞⁺ "i don't like how they were all looking at you." you can see the prominent blush forming on his cheeks, softly melting your heart at how much he was expressing his raw and honest feelings. "i don't like the way those humans would be entrance by you."

◞⁺ "don't worry, i won't ever leave you. i'd always choose you, no matter what so don't be jealous okay?"

◞⁺ "ah, so this is what you humans call 'jealousy' huh?" and he hugs you as the moon drapes its glories white veil, concealing the love that continues to prosper. "i don't really like it so don't make me feel this way, okay? and i promise to do the same."

◞⁺ i am crying at how cute this ended up, xiao please i am willing to give my legs for you.

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++ ♡⠀Zhongli

◞⁺ this man, right here, is such a fine gentleman

◞⁺ no, this is not me being too biased and no, i am not choosing sides right now

◞⁺ zhongli would literally be this type of man that would drape his coat on your body and just smiles at you

◞⁺ this man can steal the hearts of many, literally any time of the day.

◞⁺ it was that one time when you were accompanied by him at a local stand that sells books

◞⁺ as you look through the piles of worn out wonders, the sudden gust of wind had lift the ends of your skirt, close to exposing your underwear.

◞⁺ as he's right behind you, he immediately caught the stares of some men around and let out a soft, annoyed sigh and removes his coat out.

◞⁺ you were too focused on the papers containing different sets of stories that you were surprised to get a whiff of this familiar scent while feeling the warmth of zhongli's coat.

◞⁺ "i do love seeing you wear what you're comfortable in but i won't let anyone have the pleasure in enjoying what's mine as well."

◞⁺ besties, help, i just heard him say that

◞⁺ you blushed, nodding and went back to scrolling through the books but not without zhongli at your side, wrapping an arm at your shoulder before reaching a particular book in hand.

◞⁺ in the end, he was the one to recommend a book to you and a little bonus is that he gave you a kiss on your temple before adding "i'd read that for you when we get home."

◞⁺ bye, i'm in love

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++ ♡⠀Kaeya

◞⁺ just like childe, he is really clingy, too romantic and too horny just for you

◞⁺ this man can't keep his hands away from you

◞⁺ bet, he would sometimes leave soft trails from your spine down to your ass

◞⁺ he's too playful! gah, you can't even tell him to stop

◞⁺ because he knows you love it when he's all over you

◞⁺ there was this one time when the two of you decided to visit diluc at the tavern, bringing him some of your baked sweets.

◞⁺ you were just too sweet, too pretty and too kind of a girlfriend so he can't resist your demands.

◞⁺ just as you opened the door to the tavern, the strong blow of the wind had your dress fly up a bit, exposing most of your thighs to the eyes that were attentive on the couple that entered the place.

◞⁺ kaeya didn't like one bit when he saw some men whistling at you

◞⁺ of course, this man would smirk and pulled you close to his arms, drapping it over your shoulder and would slowly travel down and cup your ass cheeks.

◞⁺ "kaeya!" you squeaked as he softly grope it, and shuts you up with a kiss.

◞⁺ "i'm sorry for the sudden surprise sweetheart. i just need to remind these fools who you belong to."

◞⁺ my knees got weak, help.

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++ ♡⠀Diluc

◞⁺ i need to take a breather for this man, please give me a second before i type in what i thought for his reaction

◞⁺ this time, it wasn't the wind that had your skirt flipping up

◞⁺ it was a very rowdy night as there were a lot of customer bustling in and out of the angel's share

◞⁺ you two were pretty occupied in handling out some orders and accommodating most of the people who opted to enjoy the night in the tavern.

◞⁺ but there was this one customer that was testing diluc's self-control.

◞⁺ he can see that stranger ogling at your form wherever you go. as he was busy in sorting out the wine at the back, he can't help but be worried and when he got back, he saw the man slowly lifting up your the dress you wore that day.

◞⁺ diluc was fast on his feet, a terrifying scowl on his face. everyone who stood his way just stepped aside as he past through them without a care.

◞⁺ he was pissed rail me please <3

◞⁺ "what do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice was as deep as it goes. the man trembled at the glare he received from the red-haired man, pulling up the poor fool by the collar.

◞⁺ "get the hell out of here before i burn you to crisp."

◞⁺ and the man stumbled on his feet, quickly dashing out the establishment without looking back.

◞⁺ with a sigh, diluc turns to look at you and he sees you blushing to what just happened.

◞⁺ "are you alright?" he asked, frowning as the blush on your face doesn't fade.

◞⁺ "i'm fine, just surprised, that's all," you meekly replied, looking away because if you look to long on his eyes, he might just drown you in its blazing fire. and diluc notices why you were shyly looking away from him.

◞⁺ "huh, is this what i think it is? come, and i'll give you what you want." he says as he reaches out a hand. "and, in exchange, let everyone know who you belong to? got that?"

◞⁺ i didn't mean to end this like this but 🙇‍♀️

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++ ♡⠀Albedo

◞⁺ i think albedo is the most secretive and lowkey in expressing his actions when he sees you in such a dilemma but like he doesn't need to overdo it, it's subtle yet really effective in showing that you're his

◞⁺ he's just that mesmerizing and so were you in his eyes.

◞⁺ yes, we have another lover boy here.

◞⁺ you two were practically out to have a stroll around and look through the forest to find some flowers

◞⁺ on the corner of his eyes, he saw a group of travelers just casually enjoying the scenic view while you bask underneath the radiant sun

◞⁺ "you look so pretty, mind if i paint you?"

◞⁺ "that would be the tenth one this month! enough of painting me, albedo." you gleefully replied, lying down in the path of flowers beneath you. it was a pretty sight, for albedo as he can't help himself but indulge in the serene atmosphere accompanied by your beauty.

◞⁺ nature really do bring out the best out of things but sometimes it frustrates him so.

◞⁺ he can somehow sense how the two of you caught the attention of the travelers not far from where you were and it was the convenient time for the wind to just strongly brush through the opening where you were dancing along.

◞⁺ and albedo had noticed how the eyes of the travelers had focused on you that had him looking to your location and knew what had happened.

◞⁺ "my dear, you really are as beautiful as these flowers." he informs you with a smile, walking towards where you were. as the embarrassment had creeped inside your mind, knowing how some people had seen a flash of your bare thighs underneath your dress, albedo had taken advantage of that short moment and pulled you in for a kiss.

◞⁺ "you're simply irresistible, and sweet if i may add." he adds after letting you go. and he just went back to his seat, fishing out a book and let you bloom red like the roses you have in hand.

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Heyhey! May I request childe x reader where the reader has been badly abused in the past? As a result she doesn’t mind when childe kidnaps her because childe has never hurt her, and treats her nicely? So since childe has work lmao he leaves a fatui agent to watch his s/o. But since his s/o has such a small appetite she doesn’t eat much. And since the fatui agent has a bad temper, what if he slaps her across the jaw so hard it breaks? So since then she can’t handle leaving childe’s side?Thank you

anon who hurt you? (•ω•`)this childe has yandere undertones but anyways you're welcome and enjoy.

Content warning for everyone else: allusions to domestic violence ,and non-graphic depiction of violence against women.

No Misfortune Without Blessings

Summary: Among the many myths about Tartaglia, few were dedicated to his love life. Even fewer dared to speak of the gentle love between him and his lady but in the soft and hushed whispers of the crowd, all would admit that they painted a pretty picture.

There was a boy.

You weren’t quite sure what to make of him. Shy and stuttering but with bright blue eyes that reminds you of the starry sky in the village. You liked him, in the same way you liked the morbid stories and descriptions of the adventurers in the tavern. You liked him too, in the same way you liked the rare flowers that grew in Snezhnayan winter.

And maybe the boy with the starry sky in his eyes and bright red hair liked you too. But it wasn’t something you paid attention to, there were stories and adventures to be had, knowledge to be shared and you decided it was more important.

More important than understanding what everyone your age liked or what accounted for normal. You never did quite understand everyone else in the same way you immediately understood Ajax. It was precisely because of this that you simply didn’t quite fit in, you were just as much of an outcast as Ajax was with his shyness and occasional stutter. You didn’t care for it, you found comfort in the knowledge you’d never be involved in messy affairs of the romantic and platonic kind.

Your world was peaceful.

There was Ajax, the stories from adventurers, and your hidden desire for something more beyond what the small seaside town you call home had to offer.

There used to be a boy with bright blue eyes that takes your breath away sometimes. Who had a burning red hair and warm smile that reminded you of the warm sunshine.

You loved to follow him around, notebook in hand filled with scribbles and experiments of different shorts. And Ajax loved you, perhaps, with the way he took you along for adventures on the edges of the woods, in the frozen lake, and taking small commissions from the neighbors.

The two of you had grown taller, childhood fat turning into muscles as your bodies hit puberty. Both of you had changed in so many ways, gone were the days when no one minded the two of you staying out together for a long period of time, without any companion. Whispers followed when the two of you held each other just a bit too long for what was appropriate.

Your world could not simply consist of Ajax and the growing longing you had for what the world had to offer. You didn’t like the change, neither of you two did. But you were much better at pretending than Ajax, so you studied and observed the rest, told this to Ajax and somehow the restrictions on you two became a big game of pretend. You pretended to understand the beauty that others found, pretended to fit in the scale of accepted normalcy.

And then, without you noticing the boy you loved dearly was gone. You stared blankly as you watched his parents cry and search parties used for a boy lost in the woods.

There used to be a boy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of him when he came back to you three months later.

You weren’t quite sure when it started, when your world expanded and collapsed until the only things left are the ashes of things you don’t quite recognize. You weren’t quite sure when you stopped yearning for a life of adventure. When you began to settle for whatever it was that was given to you.

Maybe it was when the boy you loved came back with dull blue eyes and a sharp look that told stories only the hardened and veteran adventurers understood. Maybe it was when you could no longer keep up with him, when trouble seeks him out and your parents dragged you away from him.

Maybe it was when one night he sneaks into your room bids you goodbye and makes you realize that the stars in his eyes never left, they were just clouded by something brighter and bigger than whatever it was that Morepesok had to offer.

Maybe it was when you woke up the next day and the boy you loved was taken away into a brighter and bigger place than the small sea-side village.

But that didn’t matter now, not when your whole body hurt and you laid limp on the cold wooden floors of the place that should be home but isn’t. You weren’t quite sure when you accepted this as normal, when the man your parents swore would take care of you became the one who hurt you. You weren’t quite sure when you started to forget all of that you loved dearly.

“...it hurts” you say out loud as tears prick on the edges of your eyes and you simply lay on the floor, ignoring the pain on your ribs, the blood on your mouth and countless other bruises that littered your skin.

You don’t recognize yourself anymore.

And you hate yourself for it.

You think of the boy you loved who had stars in his eyes and the sun in his soul and you yearn for him and what could have been.

There was a man with a charming smile and blue eyes, and the mask of the Harbingers. You weren’t quite sure what to think of him when he held your hand gently, and spoke to you about topics you used to love.

You weren’t quite sure what it meant when his eyes grew cold at the bruises on your skin and the whispers that followed you. Maybe you loved him, in the same way you loved Ajax, and the man you lived with. Maybe you loved him in the same way you loved the preserved heart in a jar that used to be yours.

There were a lot of maybes but you were sure that Tartaglia would never hurt you. The day he takes you away felt like a fairy tale, as if the boy you loved came back for you but you knew that Ajax was gone. And Tartaglia was the one who came for you so you stupidly went along with him.

You gave him your everything.

You gave him the tattered pieces of what could have been you, and allowed him to reshape you, until you were stronger than before. You relearned how to be human, how to be yourself, and you loved him for it. You learned how to speak his own love language, stayed by his side and accepted all of him until you weren’t sure where you ended and where he began.

Somehow, you stupidly believed that all of this would remain as it was. Until he had to leave for a long while and you can’t help but feel as if your world would collapse.

“Don’t go” you whispered as you held onto his clothes like a child.

“Don’t leave me” you begged as you shrink your frame and tried to fight the fear of being hated for something like this.

“I’m sorry” Tartaglia tells you, voice soft and gentle as he hugs you tenderly.

You want to cry but you don’t because you had always understood that he was meant for bigger and brighter things. Instead you sank in his chest, you wanted to imprint yourself in him, so that no matter how bright and beautiful the world outside of this home you built was, he’d never forget about you.

“Come back quickly.”

“I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

You don’t tell him that you’ve already begun missing him.

You never bothered to get along with Tartaglia’s subordinates. Not when you decided to ignore anything Fatui related since it meant that Tartaglia would never have to worry about you being used against him. You refused to be a burden.

This ignorance meant that despite treating them civilly you had no deep impression on them. It meant that when none of Tartaglia’s trusted aides were available to watch you and take care of whatever your needs were, some new recruit was given to you.

You didn’t care about it much. The new recruits tend to be distant and careful upon knowing who you were to Tartaglia. You didn’t care about what they called you behind your back. What mattered was Tartaglia and his thoughts.

Your heart was too small to include irrelevant matters.

Maybe if you learned how to be human properly, you would have realized the danger you were in. An upstart recruit from a noble lineage coupled with a bad temper would never be suited to your cold and distant attitude. The snark and biting remarks you ignored only added fuel to a fire you weren’t aware of.

You were too busy counting the days until Tartaglia’s return to pay attention to someone you found insignificant.

“You didn’t finish your food again” The recruit complained.

“Feed it to the dogs or whatever” you answered dismissing him with a wave of hand as you drank your water.

No one would care if you ate less than usual. Tartaglia would only ask if anything was wrong and you’d be quick to assure him that it was nothing. You knew that he would overthink and his subordinates would pay for it.

It was best for all parties that his mood remained good. You didn’t want others interfering with your time with him and you were quite sure that after the glamour of sparring with him faded off, his men had no want of being beaten to the ground.

This thought that you believed to be true made you blind. It made you let your guard down when malice was directed at you and you found yourself suddenly on the ground.

The harsh sound of your jaw breaking echoing loudly as you stared blankly on the marble tiles of the dining room. Somehow it felt like you were back in that place, and you could hear shouting and swearing around you.

‘I’m stronger than this’ You thought as you tried to force your body to move.

‘I’m stronger than this!’ You stubbornly insisted as your body remained frozen in the ground.

‘I’M STRONGER THAN THIS!’ You screamed inside your head as you felt like you were drowning again. You couldn’t breathe and you could no longer see anything.

The next thing you saw was Tartaglia on your bedside, asleep and visibly worse for wear. You stood up, opening your mouth only to quickly stop at the dull pain you felt. You could only stare at him with longing. The room was dark and only lit by the moonlight that seeped in through the windows.

You reached out for him, three soft squeezes on his hand as you gingerly kissed his calloused hand. You could tell that he was already awake and you waited for him to open his bright blue eyes that took your breath away.

“I won’t leave you alone anymore” Tartaglia says with sadness in his voice as he cradles you in his lap. You closed your eyes and tapped his lips thrice.

‘I love you’.

There was a girl with bright curious eyes that seemed to see through him. Ajax couldn’t keep his stutter out as he shyly introduced himself.

He loved her at first sight.

He loved her more when she took his hand and showed him interesting stuff. Each moment spent with her was an adventure. He loved the spark in her eyes when she talked about the nations beyond Snezhnaya.

He loved her eccentricities and never wanted her to change. But Ajax knew that if he remained as he was, he would never be able to keep her by his side.

The girl he loved yearned for something bigger and brighter than Morepesok and Ajax wanted to give it to her with his own two hands.

There used to be a girl with bright eyes and rarely smiled but could take his breath away when she smiled at him. Who loved all sorts of things without any care, who loved him in the same way she loved the animals they came across.

She was bright and warm and Ajax knew that she was destined for bigger things. That she was meant to explore the world beyond the sea and Ajax wanted to take her away and give her the greatest adventure.

He wanted her world to be made up of him, their adventures, and everything she loved. But the Abyss had no place for gentle dreams and soft loves. So he fought and fought until he realized his dream and set out for something bigger and brighter than him.

‘I want to give her the world’ Ajax whispered in the silence of the night as he fought for his life and then for fun.

He thought of the girl he loved who walked among the stars and he yearned for her. The Abyss had no room for the weak so he hid away what he could and threw away what he couldn’t for the sake of growing strong and paving the way for the girl he loved.

He came back and found solace in the stupid girl that didn’t understand everything yet. He protected her innocence even as she stared at his blood stained hands. He protected her soft and loving heart even as he felt his being torn apart.

He wanted to keep her by his side but he had always been the better fighter. She was better at pretending but she could never bring herself to fight back mercilessly. So he decided to fight for the two of them.

The Fatui was like the Abyss but it could never reach the harshness and brutality of a place seeped in desperation. He hid his heart away, keeping it with the girl he loved who cried for him. He fought his way up the ranks and thought of the girl he loved.

He thought of her as he took missions upon missions, thinking of her soft lips and sweet tears that made him want to take her with him. But he wasn’t strong enough to protect her yet so he leaves her behind, promising to return to her once more.

There used to be a girl who seemed to like she could take the world by storm.

There used to be a boy who loved her secretly and openly.

Now there was a woman whose light was dying, bright eyes dulled and heart trampled upon.

Now there was a man named Tartaglia whose heart burned and raged for those that dared to hurt the woman he loved.

He takes her away, leaves no traces and keeps her far away from the burnt down house that used to be her childhood home. He keeps her by his side and gives her pieces of the world.

Tartaglia with his bloodstained hands gently and lovingly held her in his arms as he dealt with the recruit. It was brutal and inhumane but all of his humanity was meant for the girl he loved and his family.

He gives her the best doctor and waits for her to wake up.

Thrice he made the mistake of leaving her behind.

‘This time, no matter what, I’ll keep you by my side.’

Among the myths about Tartaglia few were dedicated to the lady he always took along with him, be it in the battlefield or anywhere else. It was rumored that she was as gentle as Liyue’s glaze lilies, and as deadly as the ruin guards that littered across Teyvat.

But one thing was constant, where Tartaglia goes the lady follows. A warrior and his lady dominating battle fields across Teyvat.

There would be no surprise if one day the entire world fell at their feet.

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This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

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