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thatsdemko · 11 months

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Monaco lover - d.ricciardo

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pairings: Daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: with Daniel not racing, he begins to find new hobbies with his wife.

warnings: established relationships + fluff

a/n: only right I post for daniels bday!!

the basket in his hand is beginning to get heavier by the second, as you keep adding fresh fruits and vegetables from the little local farmers market.

you’re more than hours away from the loud music, busy streets, and the infamous Monaco circuit. your new home is a perfect escape from the city of formula 1.

it was Daniels decision to move away from the big lights and party animals after he no longer had a seat on the 2023 grid. he wanted a reset on life, and there was no perfect way to do it than far away from the cameras.

“you think we have enough to feed everyone?” you look at the overgrowing basket in his arms. leaves of lettuce and kale are hanging out brushing against his thighs as you walk up and down the slow streets.

“more than enough.” he assured you with a chuckle. it’s been weird to have Daniel home so often. you don’t hate it, formula 1 once took the man you loved and wore him down into a shell of himself. now away from the McLaren and happily in a reserve seat for Red Bull, you can begin to see that smile brighten everyday.

“well then let’s go home and wash everything, I’m starving.” you loop your arm through his and let him lead the way to your car, one he knows he won’t get caught or stopped in.

it’s not hard to be recognized, he’s had neighbors stop him while mowing the lawn or gardening with you, but they mostly respect your space unlike the people of Monte Carlo, where the flashing of cameras never stop.

“what are you going to eat first? those strawberries looked really tasty.” he sets the basket in the back seat, before opening your passenger door planting a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I was thinking about those peaches, but now that you say the strawberries, I might have to join you on that.”

“not if I finish them first.”

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you can’t tell if he’s bored or if he genuinely enjoys cutting the grass, gardening, and the small town farmers markets. you know there’s a certain thrill he’s missing, and maybe he does all these things to occupy his mind of the itch to get back.

but right now, he’s deep into a conversation with your neighbors about the lawn and your backyard garden. he’s showing them the vegetables, herbs, fruits, and flowers he’s planted like they are his children.

it’s weird to you, to see him this way, because all you ever knew was Daniel ricciardo, the racer of fast cars. now he’s the friendly helpful neighborhood hand.

“so you and the misuses are going away next week? where to?” you watch Daniel mock the man’s stance, hands on his hips nodding along as they walk to the backyard.

“just Miami, we shouldn’t be gone for too long.”

“Miami? what are you doing down there?” he asks, quizzical look taking his face. the perks of being away from the chaos of Monte Carlo, meant not everyone in this little small town knew Daniel. and that included your elder neighbors who loved you both dearly.

“just some work stuff, nothing crazy.”

“I thought you were unemployed?”

Daniel laughs, you can hear it from where you sit on the couch, “it’s a lot more complicated than unemployed.” and it truly was, while Daniel was bringing home the big bucks from not driving for mclaren, he anxiously awaits an opportunity for a Red Bull seat this season. some say unemployed delusions, Daniel calls it optimism.

he shakes his head, “you kids these days, you keep me on my toes.” he pats Daniels shoulder, “make sure you two come over later for dessert, okay?”

“oh we wouldn’t miss it.” Daniel waves him off before going inside to find you still wrapped up in the blankets, but this time wide awake with a smile.

“you have fun with your friend?” you sit upright crawling onto your knees to meet him for a kiss. he just laughs wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing s kiss to those lovely lips he calls home.

“I hope when I’m older I turn out to be just like him. tan, happy, and always making dessert.” he laughs a little hoping his future turns out like that. he’s already got the most perfect wife, and soon enough he’ll have the most perfect little family.

“he does make some stellar desserts. his wife is lucky, I wonder when my husband will start making me desserts.” you joke recalling when Daniel attempted to make boxed brownies, and somehow burnt them to a cracker.

“I’ll just stick with growing you fresh fruit and veggies, how about that?”

“I’ll take it.”

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raikkxz · 2 months

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ᯓ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⑅ walk him like a dog ✯ jb22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no ﹚ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘﹕﹙in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙purpose use of lowercase letters only, not sure if there's gonna be another part, use of y/n, black-cat!reader, golden-retriever-ish!jenson, past-playboy!jenson, lowkey-past-toxic!jenson, VERYY light angst [i think], probably not well proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙icba checking but it's not much at all imooo fjdkjfdsjfkla﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙this lowkey reminds me of a 2018 wattpad story but fuck it we ball﹚

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IT WASN'T SURPRISING for a young, intelligent woman like you to get your dream job in motorsport, especially as the not very known sister of the much loved driver at rbr, sebastian vettel. start of the season, first day, no sweat. couldn't be much harder than what you've been studying for all your years at uni. you just started working for your brothers team, red bull racing. you could not wait. not only did you get to work at the job you've been dreaming of since you were a little kid, but you got to work along side your older brother, who you loved dearly.

even though you were attempted to be knocked down down by some stupid boys when you were younger, it never stopped you from watching f1 races, studying how they built their cars, or researching about your favourite motorsport. you were determined, stubborn and hardworking. the perfect traits for someone to pursue their dream job. with your supportive brother and family by your side, you were thankful that you finally have made it this far.

as the studious young lady you were, it also wasn't surprising that you were shuffling through your folder containing multiple notes, making sure you didn't forget anything. paying too much attention to what you were doing - rather than where you were going, you bumped into a hard wall.

no, wait. not a wall, but rather a fairly tall man in his early 30s. your folder falls to the floor, the pencil tucked behind your ear doing its best to stay put. squatting down to pick up the fallen folder, you mumbled rapidly. "shoot, sorry, that was completely my fault, i wasn't paying attention to where i wa-"

"relax, darling," you heard a chuckle, the british accent sounding familiar in your ears. "you seem to be stressing yourself out." as you stood up, you were faced with the one and only 2009 wdc winner. "..i- sorry." you whispered softly, embarressed as you stared at your shoes.

"it's alright, love. it was an accident." he grinned, leaning over slightly to see your face. "i haven't seen you around here, are you-"

"there you are!!" your older brother, jogs up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you seemed to forget all about your little accident as you crack into a smile. "c'mon now, you're going to be late." you giggle as seb drags you along with him.

jenson watched as you and sebastian went over to the red bull garage. his eyes followed your perfect posture, up to how your clothes were neat and unwrinkled, finally stopping and lingering on your face. 'friends' with the 2010 champion, hmm? he watched as you entered the garage. he couldn't wait to meet you again.

〜

"hello there, love." from the corner of your eye, you could see a shadow leaning on the doorframe. that same british accent from the day before, that same faint cologne, that same little smirk that seemed to get on your nerves in the weirdest - but not bad - way.

"mr. button." you nod as you wrote notes that you learnt the day before on your tablet.

"please, it's just jenson." jenson sat next to you, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were writing. he did it like personal space wasn't a thing. "i didn't get your name." he turned your head to face you, a small grin on his face.

"it's y/n." you say, not facing him.

"i take it you know sebastian? y'know, from yesterday." he asks, attempting to start a conversation.

"he's my brother." you press 'save' on your tablet, finally closing it and meeting jenson's eyes for the first time. your gaze lingered for a quick second, taking in his features, observing his demeanour.

jenson paused. "brother? i didn't know he had any siblings." jenson says curiously.

"you don't seem to know a lot of things." you say jokingly, giving him a tiny grin. the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"y/n vettel? such a pretty name for a pretty woman." he winks, thinking his usual playboy charm would work on you just like the other girls.

you can't help but roll your eyes playfully as you packed your things. "see you around, button."

〜

you reached into your handbag to pay for your ice cream. the cashier shook her head, gesturing to a man sitting by the window. "he already paid." you furrow your eyebrows. "oh, alright. thank you." you give the cashier a small smile before turning to where she was gesturing to.

jenson damn button. you could already feel his gaze on you and that lingering scent on him as you sat in front of the driver.

"there's really no need to pay for me, mr. button."

"and there's really no need to call me 'mr. button,' love." jenson chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee.

you sigh. you couldn't be stubborn with him, knowing how hard headed he was from all your years of watching f4 to f1.

"this is a nice little shop, don't you think? perfect place to hangout before the australian gp." jenson leans forward, that same smirk on his face.

"mmm, yeah. they have delicous ice cream." you take a bite of yours, not being able to help but feel guilty for not paying for your ice cream.

"what's your favourite flavour?" jenson asks, trying to fuel the conversation.

"chocolate. basic but the best." you say softly with icecream covered lips.

"that's fair." he chuckles. "i'm a vanilla kind of guy."

from there, your conversation grew longer. you both opened up more, sharing small laughs and recalling past memories. it felt like only minutes to you both, but little did you know it was nearly dinner.

"would you look at that, it's nearly 6pm." you check your phone.

"well, before i say goodbye, do you think i could have the pleasure of taking you out for dinner this thursday?" jenson grins.

"nice try, button, but im busy all week. try again next time, and we'll see." chuckling, you pack up your things. "later!" you leave the icecream shop as jenson's eyes follow.

"later." he mumbles. this felt different. different in a way he's never felt like this before. different in a way that you were different. different in a way he was really falling for someone. different or stupid, his stomach twisted with mixed feelings. different.

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i genuinely don't know when im gonna have more parts to this 😔﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud﹚

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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pedro’s favorite spot where you kiss him is def that missing patch in his beard.

He had hated it, been insecure about it, but here you came along, obsessing over it and how it was in the shape of a heart.

You’d trace it with your fingers while laying in bed. Kissing it on red carpets and selfies and everywhere you could.

In an interview with Pedro sitting directly across from you, he asked the infamous question, “What’s your favorite thing about me?”

Variety asked you two to do a dating game which you happily obliged. You twiddled your thumbs for a moment, eyes scanning the room then they fell on his eyes.

“I have many favorite things about you, Pedrito.” You shifted in the chair and crossed your legs, chin in hand as you admired your boyfriend from afar. “My favorite thing about you is you always have a coffee for me in the morning, ‘cause you know I hate mornings.”

You both laughed. You looked at him again and his cheeks got rosy.

“I know what you’re going to say already.”

“What am I going to say?” You cheesed and he turned his head. You scrunch your nose and walk over to him with your sneakers rustling the background, holding his face as you kiss the spot.

“There’s cameras!” He laughed and you shrugged, holding his chin and looking at the camera.

“This.. right here. My favorite thing about Pedro is this lil’ missing patch of hair on his beard. I think it’s the cutest thing ever.”

You head back to your seat and apologize. “No, don’t apologize. That was the cutest thing ever.” The producer replied and you laugh.

“I have so many more favorite things!” You exclaim and Pedro laughs. “Okay. Rapid fire. You’re talented as fuck, you’re passionate about every project you do, passionate about anything really. You wear your heart on your sleeve, emotions don’t scare you and you’re the most wonderful man to have ever existed.”

Pedro’s lip fell into a pout with his eyes welling. “I love you.”

“Te amo.” You reply.

idk i just saw his missing patch and i love it dearly so i wrote this idk i might delete it

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jazjelspen · 1 year

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leaving on wild charted waters

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it’s inhabitants?)

(and possible part 2)

It got to the point where you have simply just had it, you were done with the antics of Night Raven College and most especially Headmaster Crowley, whom is apparently so kind, so but so kind in fact that he’s been leaving you to do his job. In the end after the last overblot you ended up with a broken arm, a few small yet painful stitched up lacerations on your side aching your body to the bone, and a broken heart.

Your heart just can’t take anymore of the neglect and ache from the headmaster as well as seeing overblot after overblot consistently during your stay in this strange world. Ace and Deuce didn’t help make this entire experience any better with the trouble their actions caused, and as much as you loved Grim he wasn’t exactly the greatest either but you knew that in Grim’s case you’d always see him try to help you out at some point in every day you were together unlike others around.

So now here you were taking the next boat from NRC to the infamous RSA, Royal Sword Academy. You weren’t sure if they were going to enroll you in there as well but you were a bit more positive that there would’ve been a likelier chance of effort in getting the help to get back home.

The breeze of the sea ran through your hair as you watched Night Raven College slowly but surely fade farther and farther away, and even so you could still see the face of your beloved fiery cat that you already miss so dearly even while sailing across the sea. Although you will miss a few of your classmates and friends, you knew that this was better than staying there only to eventually become incapacitated or killed.

You wondered if anyone would miss you, scoff and say ‘good riddance’, or not have any particular feeling or reaction.

Maybe a bit surprised..

Especially since you haven’t told anyone but your beloved cat and childish headmaster that you were currently off at sea at a new opportunity.

You knew there already was a chance at Grim spilling the secret so soon, and you had an idea that Crowley would either be incredibly vague about it or just flat out say it.

Nonetheless you knew it’d get out at some point.

You didn’t want to tell anyone you’d be back but then again you didn’t want to lie and then never come back either.

“On your way to visit RSA my friend?” A voice popped out from behind you as you were looking off at the endless blue which caused you to jump a bit and snap your head over your shoulder.

A young man of fair skin, bright candy red hair that reached down the nape of his neck and eyes with the same shade of blue as the sea you were facing at earlier. He has a gentle smile on his face with genuine curiosity sprawled out on his features as well.

“Ah.. hello- yes I’m currently on my way to visit RSA..” you spoke as you turned your body towards the boy “You are?..”

“Oh, my apologies!” the redhead spoke “You can call me Rielle my friend, and you are?” “My name is ______,” you looked down quickly at his outfit to see him wearing RSA’s posh white uniform with accent of blue and gold, except the sleeves of his uniform were up his elbows and the jacket was freely open. “Seems like you're from the academy yourself, Rielle.”

He chuckled as he walked beside you to then relax his arms up on the edge of the boat to look out at the sea “No kidding!” he joked as stared off at the sea, a look of familiarity on his face.

You looked at him with a small smile then the sea before you heard your new redhead speak again “If you don’t mind me asking ______, what are you going to RSA for? Are they still enrolling during the school season?”

You shook your head “Not exactly.. I’m not sure. I’m just looking for a way home..” you sighed as you let out your sentence. “Hopefully your school will be able to help me out here, something Night Raven couldn’t do.”

Riel looked at you with a look of pity, not a bad kind but more of a ‘I want to help you’ kind of way. “I see.. I apologize you haven’t been able to make it to your home, my friend..” he paused before he then shined a comforting smile towards you “But hey! Nothing to fear, we’ve got some of the best mages and wish-granters in RSA as well! I’m sure we’ll get more than a few clues to get you back home.” Rielle spoke with such positivity and confidence that you couldn’t help but smile as much as he was.

“Very well then, I guess we just have to wait and see.”

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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apneicodette · 1 year

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The Compass leads back to you

Pirate!Scaramouche x (Female)Reader

One-shot

Warnings: none

You miserably sulk to the music at your engagement party, more so a ball, to a man your father had arranged for you to marry. Waiting for the dreadful day to end, you hadn't anticipated seeing a face of the past. One that you had missed dearly.

Even though the music was ever so graceful, ever so soothing. It still felt all the more suffocating.

It was a ball, ofcourse.

You sighed at the top of the balcony near the stairs gazing at the many guest waltzing about in their grand outfits. They were here for you and your fiance's engagement.

Away from the eyes of others you eyed your sooned to be husband, greeting the many alliances that he'll gain once you've married. Your father a very powerful man, the one who arrange this marriage in the first place, is a force to be reckoned with.

You'd would know, you were quite the rebellious child in your teen years. You couldn't help but smile at the memories that came flooding in.

"Are you that happy to be engaged?-" A condescending tone reached your ears. You watched as a familiar figure, one you thought you never see again, appear from the shadow. It was as if he knew you were thinking of him.

His violet hair had gotten longer, and his matching colored eyes gotten sharper. Though he had obviously matured, the boy you first met was still there. Your heart started to heat up, but you maintained your composure on the outside.

"And here I thought all this time you missed me" He stepped closer to where you stood at the edge of the railing. You could smell the sea on his dark brown attire paired with his infamous tricorne hat and the hanging bell he keeps attached to it.

"Scaramouche" you softly spoke.

He tilted his hat in response along with the smirk you remember he often did.

"In the flesh" he lifted your right gloved hand and gently placed a kiss. You allowed him to, and it had brought you to your senses.

"You shouldn't be here, matter in fact why even are you here? If my father catches a sight of you-"

"Relax, princess", your eye twitched at the name.

"I'm serious." You said showing your urgency as you stared him down.

He laughed as he gazed down the balcony as you once were mere mintues ago. You followed his eyes at a particular light blued haired man. "A Kamisato. Can't say I'm surprised at your father's choice."

"Ayato is a wealthy man, from a wealthy family. My father chose well."

Scaramouche's eyes grew dull at the words that came out of your mouth. "First name basis already, you must love him!" He bitterly said.

You tisked in annoyance at his comment. He knew. He knew you didn't love the man. And it felt like he was making fun of you for the fake act, all for your father's sake.

"What do you want. Here to steal some jewels? Money? A family heirloom?" You jabbed at him.

"I'm here for you."

What.

It took you second to understand the words that came out his mouth, that you hadn't realized you avoided his eyes. And how sincere they were.

You scoffed out in defense. "It's been a year since we've seen each other. And the last time we saw each other we almost gotten each other killed. You need to leave."

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your dismissive response. "Last time, your father got in the way-"

"Your point is?" You cut him off.

"My point is, we had fun together. Don't you remember? We were free. Free from this cursed world, freed from people who tired to chain us down to their ideals"

You could see the temper in Scaramouche voice rising. (A skill you gained from the years of experiencing his hot headness). You forcibly dragged him, though he didn't fight back, to a more secluded and shaded area, away from prying eyes.

"Yes, because killing, stealing, committing crimes to get such freedom is justified" You sarcastically whispered.

Scaramouche laughed as he leaned in, playing with your hair. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy the ride."

He sighed at the expression of a kicked puppy you had on. "You loved the sea. The crew. Now look at you-

"-Beautiful as ever, even while chained."

You roughfully pushed him away from you. "Have you come here just to taunt me? Ridicule me?"

"I'm here to save you. Just as you've done to me all those years ago."

"So tell me-" He got closer to you, catching your arms to prevent you from pushing him away. "Tell me that you love that Kamisato skunk. Tell me that you love the life your father written out for you. Tell me that you don't want me. Tell me that you don't love me." He leaned his head ontop of yours. "And then I'll leave", he was desperate, and that's when you made a connection that things never really changed between you two.

You remember when you first met him. It was at the black market downtown, and you being a disobedient child had ran away from home. You just so happened to run into the most wanted pirate in the area, and he so willingly allowed you to hitch a ride in his ship. For a reason even he didn't know as to why.

But what you both didn't know was how much fun you'd have together. And oh, how much he brought out the bad side of you. A princess stealing?

Partners in crime you both were. You as the beautiful distraction, charming your victims. All while Scaramouche was in the shadows whisking away anything of valuable.

Though things got ugly. You had each other. And oh, how you brought out the good side in him. So much so that it terrified him. Terrified him so much that no matter how hard he wanted to run away. He couldn't bring himself to do so.

He always felt he was missing something in his life. The amount of gossip he couldn't escape from. A failure of a child prodigy. Unwanted by his mother. He started to believe what people said about him that he acted like it. A heartless fool. He created a new identity from the stories that his origins were no longer remembered by others.

A cycle of pain he found himself in, that he decided to distract by committing crimes against these high ranked individuals. For years he did this until it led him to you.

His heart.

"You know I love you." You confess, voice shakey as you were in the brink of tears. "But I can't bare to see you get harmed again because of my f-"

The second he heard the words he longed to fall out your mouth, he smashed his lips onto yours. Rough like his personality but the touch of his hand on the side of you face and waist were soft just as his love for you. You reciprocated the kiss. For how long have you waited to be near him? To touch him once again. Your were so lost in the moment you didn't noticed when he slipped out your engagement ring from your left hand.

He slowly back away, his eyes lingering on your lips clearly wanting more.

"Your a hard lady to please. You don't need to worry about your father. Where we're going is somewhere he'll never be able to reach."

If you thought your heart was racing before it doesn't compare to how much it was racing now. It was so fast you thought it'd rip out of your chest.

It was just like the first time you escaped from home. The same adrenaline rush was flowing through your veins. The thought of escaping had you wanting to laugh both out of joy and nervousness. And the fact that your now with him. Your wanted criminal.

"With that look on your face, it seems like I finally made you come to your senses. To think all it took was kiss to do so" he smugly said. "Should I do it more often?"

"Just get us out of here idiot."

"But ofcourse, princess" you yelped as he picked you up to carry you in bridal style.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Scaramouche laughed at your spark of attitude His mind fluttered as he sees the girl he first met.

"Well sweetheart, we are going to be running. And as far as I remember you've never been a good runner" he starts walking with you in his arms back into the light.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, hey what are you-?"

Scaramouche throws a jewel you quickly see was your engagement ring down the balcony.

The sound of it reaching and cracking into the ground alerted the people as it reached the foot of Kamisato Ayato. To which he rapidly made eye contact to Scaramouche. You saw him flick his eyes back forth to you and him. He understood the whole situation, his hand gripping the handle of his sword laying on his waist.

Scaramouche smiled in a sense of victory at Kamisato's silent fury. You tightly grapsed onto Scaramouche's neck as you tsked at his petty antic. Guards charging up the stairs yelling out to halt and to surrender, both which Scaramouche will not do. Scaramouche took this as the time to start running as he secured the grip he had on you.

"You just had to get the last word didn't you."

"Can you blame me? He thought he could have you."

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Hey hey heyyy! new fave author that's you! i'm not really sure if you're taking requests but the ask box is open but you can just delete this if you arent :")

sooooooo bear with me but i need to heal with your angst fic. you write so well and i think you can pull this off because idk if its just me but sometimes the reader is giving off dom vibes. so again if you're comfortable may i pls request for a reader that just makes our tall genshin men feel smol? that's all pls and thank you <3

the shivers [gn/m.reader]

big-brained anon. i will call you primordial anon for being the first one! i was just about to finish the inazuma ver. of workload and i’m vvvv happy that i got this! yes, i will take requests, but i have yet to make some rules, but trust me this one, i can definitely do and hopefully do some justice. i’m not sure which tall genshin men you wanted, so i played it safe and called upon all of the playable tall men ;-; i hope whoever you’re looking for is in here. gn/m reader as always (also it’s cute that you think the reader radiates dom energy wwwww)

dark and suggestive content so please be warned ehe. dom reader with tall playable men ft. diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, ayato, thoma, itto, and alhaitham. also pls excuse my manners on alhaitham’s, yours truly lost the 50/50 and i am taking it out on him 😔

Alhaitham

Agony. Pure agony gnawed somewhere within Alhaitham’s unbelievably still human heart. It throbbed with want and ached for your attention, but you simply weren’t a mind reader (or maybe you were, but somehow magically, you suddenly couldn’t read his pain at the moment). His eyes narrowed as you conversed with the juniors that sought you out from left to right — you were an alumni in Akademiya of course, a popular one at that and as the professors sang your praises, the scholars couldn’t help but take chance.

You were far more approachable than the current scribe after all. It’s only logical that the students would flock you and that alone could barely get a rise out of him. However, this one calls for a special circumstance — an outlier, if you will.

And as his gaze burned at the sight, he still couldn’t fathom how you couldn’t feel his silent wanting, he’d even dare as to say he was brooding at this point, deprived of your attention that you often promised he has.

All because of a previous classmate of yours.

You felt it alright, the uncomfortable heavy feeling at the back of your head. And you’re wont to the realization that it may have been your dearly beloved Alhaitham, him and his impatience growing by the second. And you could feel the exasperation that brewed inside him, boiling like a dormant magma suddenly growing active, but there was a little devil on your shoulder, urging you to be a little bit more mean to him, and continued to talk to Tighnari.

Your companion wasn’t any dumber, in fact, he was the first one to feel the heated stare directed in your direction. And while he expressed his adamance in leaving to cease the Akademiya lunatic’s jealousy, the knowing mirth in your eyes asked him to stay a little longer. To aid you in your little game.

“You ought to pay attention to him,” the forest ranger laughed a little, feeling the tiniest bit of pity towards the infamous coolheaded scribe, now left at your mercy. Tighnari, being one of your best mates in your years in Akademiya also had to succumb into your ruthlessness. Truly, you and Alhaitham were a match made in abyss for putting up with each other’s antics. “I could already feel my spine crawling with dread.”

“Indulge me with just a few more minutes, my good friend. I did truly miss you after all — what with my work often moving and you barely coming in the city when I am home,” you laughed a little and Tighnari only shot you a disapproving look at your stalling.

“Come and visit then. If I remember right, you promised Collei some trinkets from your trip in Mondstadt.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved at Tighnari as the hybrid finally left your clutches with an equally mediocre enthusiasm. And finally, you spun on your heel, excusing yourself for awhile from the scholars who were most likely hoping to hold an audience with you.

You walked back to the secluded area, far from the prying eyes (though you didn’t mind if there were onlookers, a little humiliation is always fun). Alhaitham’s eyes were trained back on the book, though you figured his attention was miles away from the texts and still is fixated on your presence.

Sliding the books out of Alhaitham’s way, you finally sat on the table and gently grabbed his chin, a soft gaze from you was all it took for the man to melt. He subtly leaned into your touch and you relished in the fact as he breathed in the scent of cologne that you would always dab on your wrist, inhaling your scent like a drug, “You needn’t be so jealous, love. I’m always here and I could never betray your trust. To simply do so would be the death of me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Is that so? I must be projecting then. Perhaps because of that one little girl that thought you were up for grabs.” Your words had Alhaitham immediately stiffening under your touch as he finally abandoned the book, hands grabbing onto your thighs so tightly — a silent apology that he somehow forgot.

But you yearned for a verbal apology, you wanted to hear the remorse in his voice even if you had to pull it out of him in sobs and soft moans. Alas, you were much too impatient as your hand on his chin shifted, now grasping his cheeks and squishing them together.

Through his forced puckered lips, he mumbled out a muffled apology, “M’s’rry…”

A laugh tore away from your throat, “I know you are.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to those soft lips of his before dauntingly sticking out your tongue and giving a rather carnal lick afterwards, effectively wetting his lips.

Your vice grip in his cheeks was nothing against his quiet whimper of plea as you devoured his still puckered lips with your fervent licks and mildly aggressive nips, uncaring whether or not the skin of his lips broke and bled. And even then, Alhaitham was sure you absolutely enjoyed the taste of the metallic iron as long as it was his. And nothing could get him going more knowing that despite the toying you did with him, the way you seemed mean at times and absolutely refused to acknowledge him, you were wrapped around his finger.

A soft groan left your lips when he squeezed your thighs with much force — and while that could have been a cue for something else entirely, you had enough awareness not to take him there and then and opted to pull away with a conniving grin.

Quiet pants left Alhaitham’s lightly swollen lips, completely red and absolutely drenched in your saliva. You only gave him one more smile before reaching out to wipe away the drooling mess you’ve made on your beloved scribe.

“Thank you for that quick snack break. I ought to entertain more research questions. The Amurta scholars these days are so jovial! It gets my heart pumping to see their cute eager faces. I’ll see you later, love.”

And this time, Alhaitham let you go with little to no protest, feeling that he himself was also fulfilled for the moment.

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Ayato

Impatience flooded through Ayato’s system as he continued to keep up the facade in front of the other commissioners. He was far from an exquisite mood as he continued to listen to the ludicrous suggestions of his fellow politicians. He has seen children pitch better ideas on how to catch a tanuki when he walked the streets of Inazuma City with you a couple of days before.

And speaking of which, you were the love hidden behind closed doors. The darling jewel of the Kamisato clan — a nobleman from the faraway lands of your proud nation. Only Celestia knows how such an important figure such as yourself ended up in the doorstep of the Kamisato household. But only his sister and trusted keeper would know how a prolific man such as Ayato end up in your strong and caring arms.

The thought of you suddenly had Ayato feeling weak in the knees, doing who knows what — and he dreaded to see you lonely, and in desperate need of company. Ayaka was often out and about, handling the surface affairs, and Thoma was much too busy with the upkeep of the teashop when he’s not in duty as a housekeeper and your companion. He dreaded the thought of you emerging from the household and suddenly being seen by the rest without his approval — his secret love.

He bore through the absolutely god-awful meeting with the mere thought of you keeping him sane through this absolutely maddening (important) boredom.

While Ayato was preoccupied with unrestrained concern for your wellbeing, you weren’t all too bothered with being left in the deafening silence of the Kamisato household; as a matter of fact, you reveled in the tranquility your beloved’s home have offered you. You took care of everything like a good spouse, taking off some labor from Thoma and even learned a few hobbies you can teach Ayaka.

You were much too independent to be helpless. You liked to move and surprise people with the extent of your prowess. It was enticing to see their surprised reactions, throwing people off guard was a pastime you could never hope to give up.

Perhaps it was why you loved Ayato all the more. His reaction could never be beaten by any other person. Especially when it dawned on him that he too can be outsmarted and overpowered, to be underneath someone and to feel what it’s like to relinquish control. Not politically though, you could never take that from him. Otherwise, he’s all in your hands.

And none was all different when Ayato finally arrived home, a breathtaking yet cheeky smile plastered on his flawless face. His voice reverberated through the house as he entered, laced with eagerness as he stepped on the tatami floors as he made his way to where you are. And unsurprisingly, you were by the engawa, indulging the serenity of the place.

“Welcome home, lovely,” your voice already had him growing weak, almost missing a step as he sat behind you, arms already lacing around your sturdy shoulders. He inhaled your scent fresh and sweet, only fueling his intoxication. “How was work?”

“Long and tiring. I abhorred the time wasted not being with you,” you could feel Ayato‘s pout against the nape of your neck and laughed. You indulged him and his nuzzling against your skin, letting him go through all kinds of euphoria. You licked up every single attention he gave you and Ayato was no different as he continued to take advantage of what little control he has in this moment.

“It’s not all so bad. It‘s not like I’m going anywhere.” Your words quickly reeled Ayato in as desperation seeped through his veins — a desperation for you to make good on your promise and to never, ever break it. Hah. Like you were even foolish enough to do so. “I should hope that I can hold you on the same promise?”

Your tone made it out a suggestion but Ayato shivered at the thinly veiled threat — knowing that he can’t escape your grasp ever. That he’s shackled so lovingly within you; a promise of raw love that only you and him can enjoy and no one else. Of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He submitted into your touch as you turned around and swiftly pulled him into your lap.

“Absolutely ravishing,” Ayato’s breath hitched at your compliment. He’s heard people sing their praise to him in a hundred words, but all you had to do was speak and he’s already so, so weak, completely under your mercy. His hands made its way to your shoulders to gain some grounding, a footing in this world with all the haze your words injected into his mind.

Ayato’s smile was lazy, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in to steal a kiss you’ve been cruelly depriving him of since his arrival, and you were quick to reciprocate. He almost fell out of your lap when your hands gripped his hips tightly, oh so possessively, and he could only imagine the marks you’d leave if he wasn’t wearing his layered uniform at work.

Pulling away from the kiss, he left one more peck, “You’re doing my head in, y’know? Take some responsibility.”

You wouldn’t have been Ayato’s beloved if you did otherwise.

The wooden floorboards creaked as you shifted, rocking forward further with a hand on the back of Ayato’s head as you laid him down. Ayato had to stifle a quiet whine as your lips found themselves attached on his chin, considering that his clothes left so little room for an opening in his neck. He quivered as your lips moved further up, just on the side of his bottom lip where his beauty mark was. Archons, he’s never felt so defenseless as he did with you.

Alas, you were a tease and soon left him alone as you sat up, his legs immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you back in as he flashed you a sly grin, “What say we bless the stars tonight with a show?”

You scoffed with a smile, “No, thank you. I’d get jealous.”

The Yashiro commissioner was purring in delight.

𐂂

Diluc

Reluctance was a feeling that Diluc should have expected and prepared for, only for him to do the exact opposite of it. Instead, he was blindsided and only has himself to blame. Though, quite frankly, he’d rather have you take responsibility instead.

He was never one for conversations and actively avoided them as much as possible unless it was a talk about business. Diluc could never find himself engage into a mindless chatter, and often kept to himself. Though, granted he has the traveler to thank for keeping him company and prying him open at times, but other than that, his interactions with people are limited to the staff of his winery and the tavern, sometimes with Kaeya, and on certain nights when he’s bartending, he’d make the effort to speak to kick out a drunkard bard out of the tavern.

All of that however boiled down into nothing in comparison to the hurricane that was you. None of his experiences (if one could even call it that) could have prepared him for the situations that you would put him in. They were so unbearable, and often times it leaves him completely exasperated at your antics.

But even so, he’s willing to bear it all if it meant he could be with you. Diluc would go through the most compromising positions you would put him in if it meant he could gain even an inkling of approval from you. And it may just be his brain trying to comfort him, but he does feel significantly more lax in the company of others ever since you became a part of his peaceful life.

All of a sudden, he’s holding up better in mundane talks and people noticed. The patrons of his tavern were all flabbergasted to see that the air around Diluc has cleared and that it doesn’t feel like a chore to him to even talk to them. Even the traveler and their emergency food noticed that there was a different feel to Diluc upon their return to Mondstadt to fulfill some commissions. Adelinde could not be any prouder for her master as he indulged those small talks.

If only she knew why.

Case in point — Diluc has gotten better in socializing because of you. Only because anything seems far easier than being subjected into your shameless cruelty.

A quiet wail left the Darknight hero’s quivering lips as his back collided against the walls of your shared bedroom. The hurricane that ruthlessly terrorized his otherwise peaceful and dull life was you — relentless and absolutely merciless. All logic from his mind slowly went down the drain as you ruthlessly devoured him, like a lion forced into fasting feeding on a gazelle; you went in for the kill.

Your lips left no room in his neck as you enjoyed your feast. Much like that ridiculously gruesome analogy, you were just as deprived, forced into being a good partner for your beloved Diluc as he went on with a week filled with nothing but conducting business for the winery as well as doing his duties as the protector of Mondstadt while its occupants fall into a collective slumber.

Not like you were any better though — you were also just as busy, collecting research samples for your investigative partner, Albedo. And all of that resulted into missed quality times, as you were often away before Diluc could wake up and you were already asleep before he could come home. It was ridiculous.

But freedom was a theme that Mondstadt upheld and suddenly, there was free time. A sliver of chance where Diluc came home earlier and you went home a little later, only crossing paths on the way to the winery. And all that eventually led to your ferocious and undeterred expression of love.

Diluc could already see the glimmering stars as he tilted his head up to leave more room in his neck, eyes screwed shut to keep his mind off of the embarrassing position he’s in — held up against the wall by you, barely supported by anything but the wall behind him and your hands that gripped on his thighs when you lifted his legs up.

“Have you any idea how much I’ve longed for a chance to even breathe you in?” Your harmless growl against the skin of his neck was enough to send him into a spiral of embarrassment and pride. He never had much chance to feel someone’s incredible want for him until the day you came along and Diluc soon found that this was a feeling he could never let go of.

Alas, your question, rhetoric or not, was left unanswered when all of the experience he’s had in conversing with others left his pretty little mind. Just the feeling of your possessive hands grip onto his skin so tightly had him forgetting the every alphabet in Teyvat’s language. Short ragged breathing left Diluc’s lips and he finally opened his eyes when he felt you pull away, granting his neck to see the light.

Vicious and angry marks are bound to decorate his skin by the looks of it and he was no better than you — completely drowned in excitement and thrill.

You could see the wanton need in his eyes, now completely glossed over with a haze that looks all too familiar, you could even say that the feeling’s an old friend of yours — what with you being completely insatiable. That is until Diluc came into your peripherals and suddenly you had the urge to drag him where you are; and ever the pliant gentleman this man is, he quickly caved, only to realize just how ruthless you are.

Even so, it’s not completely unwelcome. Diluc’s mind muses as you dove back in, this time with an urge to leave him breathless for a much different reason.

𐂂

Itto

Excitement was not so much of a stranger in the company of Itto. He was always so exuberant, even to the point of it placing him in trouble under the Tenryou commission. And while the gang cheered him on (other than the reliable and trustworthy Shinobu), it still is, at the end of the day, nothing but trouble.

However, beyond that, the only thing that Itto could get consumed in excitement without getting in trouble are his ramblings about you. To say that he was your biggest fan would be an understatement, and just when people have started to think that no one could be prouder of Arataki Itto than himself, the moment your name leaves his mouth, no one else is escaping the plethora of praises he has for you.

You were his pride and joy and to be able to have you as his was nothing short of a miracle — well, not so much, considering that surely no one can resist Itto’s irresistible charms. And as he boasted about you and how you were all over him, people can only accept the fate they subjected themselves into. The usual victims of his rambling could just as easily ace a test that was all about you. People knew of the things you favored and the ones that didn’t, the things that can get you to stop doing what you are doing just to indulge yourself.

And you let them. You figured there was no harm done in Itto blabbing away who you are. Really, people knew you but you rarely ever showed yourself around them, being one of the work types in contrast to your partner’s easy going life. And besides, it was nothing short of amusing to see people’s faces when they finally catch a glimpse of the Itto’s priceless jewel that is you and you’d often hear people comment offhandedly about Itto’s words not even doing you justice.

You enjoyed those moments — the praises that you hear from left to right were welcomed with a captivating and grateful smile from yours.

But all that pales in comparison to the feeling you get when you praise your beloved, watching him completely fall apart in your arms as your honeyed whispers filled with promises of love and sin get him going.

“And then I managed to pick the biggest onikabuto! And when I got to duel I almost won!” Itto faltered a little as the realization dawned on him that it was yet another loss in his books. Fortunately, he quickly recovered, “N-Not that I didn’t lose because I suck! I let those kids have a taste of victory!”

“Hoh? Like before?” You entertained Itto’s whims as you continued to cut slices into the apples that his gang had managed to procure on their adventuring in the outskirts of Inazuma. “How generous. I could only hope to see the glee in those children’s eyes.”

Itto jumped up from his seat and headed over to you, arms snaking around your hips with his chin resting on your shoulder. You picked up a slice and fed it to the oni, who so gladly obliged your little act of service. In any case, someone could mistake the dynamics of your relationship with someone if they were to see just how docile you are and how well-behaved Itto seems to be.

But much like your job, you liked to work behind closed doors and you were far more appreciative with your own work when it’s only seen by your own eyes.

You swiftly turned around, still encased with Itto’s strong arms with an apple in hand. But such an innocent gesture can only be deciphered as deceiving, especially with the way your eyes glinted. It was dangerous and sharp, on the prowl like a hungry predator, and in this case, Itto was always subjected into the role of a prey. Still, with Itto’s lack of awareness, he can only give you a beaming smile, so filled with sweet innocence and… stupidity. Something you can appreciate more as this man’s sole corruptor.

“Just hearing you being such a nice oni to those children…” your voice shifted and even with Itto’s constant naïveté, he can hear the seductive danger behind your words. “You must’ve been a very good boy, huh?”

He quickly perked up, unable to resist your words. He almost felt his knees buckle — and he would’ve given out had you not been holding him up well. Wait, since when were you the one in charge? He was the one who had a grip on you earlier.

Without even so much of an effort, you spun him around, now the one trapped between the kitchen counter and your body. It must’ve been the Inazuman summer heat that suddenly set him ablaze — you flashed him a small smile that he could never recover from, so approving yet so domineering; all Itto could think about now is how he can draw out more praises from your sweet lips.

Lucky for him, you feeling relatively charitable that day. You brought up the apple slice against his lips, prying them open and watched with amusement as he opened his mouth willingly, obedient and pliant, like a dog. You leaned in, attaching your lips to the apple halfway through his bite and gazed at him, sultry and still so collected. Itto could only swallow dryly at the proximity and— oh, since when did you have such a vice grip on his bare waist?

Itto could feel himself squirm a little and look away, and you followed, not even letting him get a breathing room. You nudged the apple slice into his mouth still with that small smile that hid a lot of harmless malice, taking delight in the oni’s sudden subservience.

“What a good oni you are,” you repeated and Itto could do nothing but absorb every praise you’d give. “My good boy.”

He’s been such a good boy, right? Rarely any jail time for him. Surely you can reward him with something more palpable?

𐂂

Kaeya

Remorse was something Kaeya thought he would feel the moment he kisses his bachelor life goodbye. Admittedly, the situation with getting in a relationship with was a very rocky path he took on. It was a mess and even Kaeya could not smooth talk his way out of that kind of argument. It was an unhealthy push and pull, he wanted you so bad was much too terrified. He has other commitments and he has a mission to carry on his back.

But ever the benevolent person you are, you managed to put up with the highs and the lows of the infamous cavalry captain, letting him off to disappear for days only to come back in your arms, looking like a kicked puppy. Somehow you knew that even with his emotional availability, his constant flirting with others, you knew that even without the promise of his commitment, he would always, always come back to you.

And each time, you would receive him happily in your arms.

The moment that finally, Kaeya was somehow able to comfort or gaslight himself into thinking that a commitment to the real thing was miles better than him having to spend time with strangers, pretending that it was you underneath him. And boy was it a treat.

What Kaeya thought would be something he would entirely regret, turned into something far better (or worse) for him. You were the epitome of the alcohol he would spend mora on, the intoxicating heat that gets him all too feverish. You kept up with him like you did back when he would push and pull against you. His teasings quickly shut down by your quick mouth and sharp wit.

But he didn’t expect the way you were instantly able to subvert his expectations the night he decided to finally bed you. You took him with the dominance that he was sure rifthounds would cower from and he had to risk a day of being late in his position for the very first time in his otherwise clean career.

Within the few months, you’ve managed to embed yourself into his life like a poison, further dragging him down into something he can only see getting close to what seems to be an obsession. He was, by all means, addicted to your touch, the way you leave him breathless, and the way that absolutely no one knows the things you can do behind that innocent smile. Because you were a homemaker, the kind of person parents would recommend their sons and daughters to get married to.

It really was always the quiet ones.

However, you did not come without any risk. Kaeya was an important figure in Mondstadt, and more or less, he worried about your safety. Though it was not the usual safety issues that he has to deal with. Homemaker or not, he knew you can hold on your own with your vision. Though it was more on the fact that he had to keep the relationship a secret that you were in danger — as far as everyone was concerned, you were not taken.

And people sure did show their interest the moment you headed out to the tavern. He was supposed to have a quiet drink with you and enjoy your presence outside your lovely home for once.

“Oh, you absolute charmer!” One of the women by your side laughed loudly. She gave you a playful shove, and as someone who has been the one to receive and give such a tactic, Kaeya already knew her intentions with you. “It’s honestly a miracle of sorts that you’re still unwed!”

Kaeya had to intervene before any of the you-deprived people made a move. He entered the space and everyone parted out of respect. You only gave him a beaming smile that left him invigorated, “Ah! Captain Kaeya! What an honor!”

“Hoho~ the fabled Mondstadt’s homemaker heading out for drinks? How fascinating. Care to have a drink with me? I have much to ask of you.” It was a silent plea behind his words, and you weren’t always so mean to him hence your obedience, letting him lead you up into the far less populated second floor.

“Have you learned that there’s a way to see how well someone can kiss?” You were quick to bring up and Kaeya just had to know. He pulled you in by the waist, knowing that he’s safe from the prying eyes (and even if there were, he wouldn’t mind them seeing).

“Oh is that so? Pray tell what that might be, hm?”

“Apparently if you can tie a cherry step into a knot, it means that you’re an expert at it! And,” you paused, a hand digging into your pocket as you showed Kaeya what seems to be knotted stem, “Looks like I passed the test?”

Kaeya and his teasing nature couldn’t help but prod further, “Hoh? But shouldn’t I be the judge of that? Not some stem. Matter of fact, did you just do that to prove yourself… or to impress others?”

A mischievous mirth lit up in your eyes that usually gleamed of innocence and Kaeya was over the moon at hitting the jackpot. You wasted no second as you bent down, one knee already pressing up against his lower region and he had to stifle a quiet groan at the sensation. Truly, the grip you had in him was absolutely maddening.

With a grin, you tilted his head up, adoring the way his eye closed in anticipation. And to his surprise, he could only feel something rub up against his closed eye, as you gave it a generous lick, like a dog oh so happy to see his owner. But Kaeya had to wonder… just who was the owner in this relationship… surely even with the way you’re acting you would know…

You gave him a peck on the lips and Kaeya almost lost it when he could smell his favorite wine on you, “I may have to control myself for now, dearest. While it thrills me so, I believe you have a reputation to uphold.”

Kaeya could care less now, with eyes clouded with lust, he could only tug into your trousers with a lazy smirk, “Are you certain about that?”

The look in your hungry eyes said no.

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Tartaglia

Cruel — other than his loving family back in Snezhnaya, that was what people would initially regard him as if they were to know of his status as the eleventh harbinger of the Fatui. Should people look past his boyish charms and friendly smile, they would’ve known how utterly devious Childe could be. And that was something he took pride on, he loved the fear he instilled in his enemies and his time down in abyss only further exacerbated the carnal urge to come out on top.

He has his reasons though — considering that he was the youngest among the lineup of the Tsarita’s harbingers. He has to prove his spot, and if being merciless was the way to go through it all, then he would gladly do so with little to no complaints.

Alas, he was a competitive fellow too. Almost everything is a challenge to him; one he would take on with gusto and flawlessness; essentially what his trademark is meant to be. But even he was sure that he could not compare to the likes of you.

Especially in cruelty.

His very endeared partner, you, hailing from nowhere, you suddenly became a sought after figure under the Cryo Archon’s kingdom. Admiration could not even come close to Childe’s feelings whenever you would grant him a few seconds of your time to show up. But now that he has you as his beloved sweetheart, none could pry him away from you. And admittedly, he even became far more hesitant in heeding the Tsarita’s orders should he be parted from you on missions.

He says you’re his sweetheart, but even Childe knows better. It was you who turned him into a subservient sweetheart, pliant and soft under your mean gaze, almost begging to be around you for even just one second. And you were sure that he’d have gone mad in ecstasy if you starved him with only your blood to offer for his sustenance. Hence the ecstatic look on your beloved harbinger was nothing short of adorable when the Tsarita had let you accompany him to Liyue.

However, your cruelty knows no bounds; and Childe learned that the hard way.

Or perhaps, he was still learning as he watched you completely ignore him since your arrival in Liyue, opting to dote on his subordinates instead, which greatly infuriated him beyond reason. You promised! You promised that only he could have your attention within your stay, and that you would make up for the time he headed back home only to hear that you were in Fontaine, holding an audience with the Chief Justice of the nation. But you weren’t making good on it in the slightest bit.

If only he knew that your cruelty was a process to be had. That your cruelty in itself was a form of sickening kindness, a way for him to need you more, to realize that he can’t have it any better after you… not like there was ever a need to convince him anyway.

And as the night finally fell, a moody Childe faced you as soon as you returned home from your little outing with the Liyue Qixing (whom you’ve made a promise to have a deal with in the near future). There was a cute pout in his lovely face and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh in amusement, watching his normally blank eyes emit such ferocious jealousy.

“Careful dear, any more of that and you’ll be having wrinkles.” Your laugh was quick to pull him out of his brooding, finding it hard to stay mad now that finally, you were talking to him.

Childe felt like a child deprived of any form of love as he made a mad dash towards you who barely left the doorway and engulfed you in a hug, tight and absolutely refused to let go. If he were only more aware, he would’ve seen the pleased devious smile on your face before prying him away from you, resorting into a disapproving frown from your partner.

“You owe me this much, y’know? You—” Not even before he could make his proper argument, Childe already found himself getting pulled back in, a grip around his waist with one arm while the other caressed his cheek.

“I owe you?” Your mirthless laugh sends shivers down his spine and as your gloved hands linger down from his cheek down to the skin of his neck, Childe could only whimper in a poorly concealed excitement. “Dear, I owe you absolutely nothing.” You spat and the harbinger took it with open arms.

He was quick to be reduced into a speechless man as your eyes switched from something loving to something far more dangerous and addicting. Childe could feel himself stiffen in anticipation as your fingers lingered around his neck, tracing his Adam’s apple with a thinly veiled threat.

“I owe you nothing, you lowly harbinger. In fact, I’d like to raise a complaint, yes?” His throat bobbed at your cruel look. “The one night we spent on the ship, it was in rather poor taste. Matter of fact, I despised it. You performed so poorly, I had to finish myself off with someone else.”

It was a lie you both knew, but the thought of you with someone else already had Childe gripping against the lapels of your suit, in complete desperation to prove himself once more. “N-No, wait, I can…”

Your sneer was thrilling as it was arousing for Childe, and the mere thought that this would be the determinant of his life with you that was hanging by a thread was enough to get him going. Childe wasted no time to press up against you, in need to do better than his less than stellar performance.

Your lips ghosted over his trembling ones with a smirk. You absolutely loved your little harbinger.

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Thoma

Guilt flooded through Thoma’s heart as set his course on breaking another poor hopeful maiden’s heart. By all means, Thoma may be unassuming, but it was something already disproven by the many confessions he would receive on the daily. He was Inazuma’s fixer, and was quite popular around neighborhood, not only as the trusted keeper of the renonwed Kamisato siblings, but also as the reliable man that anyone could go to.

And who was anyone to argue? He really did know how to aid people, so much so that the prettiest maidens ought to take him for themselves, finding his abilities endearing, and that while he was no Kamisato, he still is one of the most attractive men in the nation. Often times he does find himself to be the butt of teasing from Ayato and the pitiful smiles that Ayaka would give him.

While one would think it shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, it was more of the fact that there was an existing reason for all of this turmoil. And that just happened to be his dearly beloved fiancé, you. Alas, Thoma never had the guts to tell most people about the love that you and him shared, but rest assured he was not trying to hide you. It’s more of the prejudiced notion of him being a mere housekeeper suddenly about to get married to an important figure like you in Teyvat.

People were conservative in their views, and rarely do they find it amusing when someone of high status hopes to get married to someone who is beneath them.

Thoma hated it so, but he was doing this more for you. He has heard of the extremes Ayato has to go through to keep the Kamisato name alive. And while you haven’t experienced the same thing, Thoma wasn’t going to be the first reason for you to suffer the same fate as his boss — hence his resignation to absolute secrecy.

You, however, did not mind. Sure, you were placed on a pedestal just because of your influence stretching across all nations, but even a small uproar about your marriage to Thoma was nothing in comparison to your gigantic business, in fact, your underground organization can quash any hushed whispers from every corner of this world. But you respected Thoma’s effort and found them quite endearing, him going through all those lengths just for your sake. Nothing could get you going more than an honest and loyal man like him.

What you didn’t appreciate however, was the scene before. You’ve officially arrived back home in Inazuma, dressed in your finest robes as you were hoping to surprise your beloved fiancé — only to be greeted with a less than pleasant sight of a woman nearly convulsing in embarrassment as she spilled her heart out to who was meant to be yours.

Thoma had to learn the hard way. You ought to teach him a lesson. And that was certainly a promise you would make good on.

Thoma’s house was nothing short of comfortable and cozy, far more humble than the grand castle that awaits him as soon as he marries you. And while the luxury it brought was absolutely divine, Thoma could only argue that his home is where you are. It didn’t matter where, as long as you were in it, Thoma can live in peace.

And nothing could justify the absolute happiness in Thoma’s once he saw you by the stove, cooking something. You… you were here! With him again! His home has finally returned.

Oh if only knew just how much guilt would pool in his little heart once you get on with the punishment.

Tiny gasps escaped from Thoma’s lips, quiet murmurs of pleas for you to slow down, to let him breathe and ask why the sudden aggression. He had never expected you to be so rough. Your presence could be intimidating (even to him in your first meet), but you were far more gentle than this beastly rendition of yourself.

Despite his begging, you heeded so little of his words and pursued even harder, fingers intertwining on the chain of his dog tag, where his engagement ring was. No wonder that woman didn’t take a hint.

“P-Please, dear— let me—!”

“Was this some kind of joke?” Thoma should be scared, he knows, but the way your lips pulled into a mean snarl had him squirming in a far more pleasurable way. He shrank under your gaze as you tugged into the ring. “You are my fiancé — and I was just about ready to forgive you for even entertaining that scag when I realized your ring wasn’t on your finger.”

Thoma’s eyes widened at your words. Never have you expressed such distaste and jealousy towards him before, sure, you were territorial, but at the very least you were not an unreasonably jealous partner. It only served as a surprise when he realized that he was barely fighting this side of you, finding himself pressing further into you, to appease you.

The sigh of disappointment that left your system was the straw that broke the camel’s back as he quickly threw his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he murmured his apologies. He couldn’t bear to see you like this and to see you so disappointed in him… he might as well leave this plane of existence.

However, you quickly dismissed his apologies, “Let me make it up to you dear,” you muttered against his neck, already ready to nip at his creamy skin. “I’ll make sure no one ever makes the mistake of approaching you ever.”

Needless to say, the angry bright red marks on his neck never left under your surveillance and vigorous reapplication until Thoma drills the fact that he was yours into his head for good.

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Zhongli

Submission is a concept that Zhongli as Morax could never hope to entertain. He was the domineering figure in Liyue, being its god and everything. His position towered over his fellow adepti and ruled over every being that stepped in his nation with an iron fist. Zhongli would even go as far as to admitting that he was a brute at times, resorting into bouts of possessiveness over what was his. Only that, he can blame on his dragon characteristics.

However among all the people that hailed him up until his death, there was one that he just couldn’t particularly figure out. That thing being you — a puzzle piece that he couldn’t figure out. You were the physical embodiment of the rock that trips any unfortunate mortal in their path.

There was just something with the way you held yourself with your decadent nature that was sure to allure people from left to right. You carried yourself so lightly with an air of innocence yet every move you made was no doubt calculated, precise, and hypnotically seductive, luring him in like a sweet poison.

And as the years went by, he had worked tirelessly to close the gap that you yourself have made him aware of. He found it utterly laughable — the fact that he, the one who lords over everyone, making a conscious effort to get close to you. In fact, he was even sure it was you that compelled him to do so, forcing him into your space like a vortex that only has the intention of drawing him in and swallowing him whole.

Truly, Morax was worth his salt — considering that he was correct about his assumptions.

Zhongli sat with you in the comfort of his favored restaurant, opening his eyes after relishing in the tea that was served only to see your unabashed staring. He lightly bristled, surprised at your undivided attention. Even with the times you and him have spent together, nothing could best that gaze of yours — something that Zhongli felt proud in holding the distinction of having. No one has ever seen you look at someone like the way you looked at him, and it was something that the former Geo Archon took pride in.

“Something on your mind, darling?” He asked, hoping to pry open those chaotic thoughts of yours.

Still with that cloying smile of yours that he so loved to look at you, reached a hand to thumb at the corner of his lips, “Just you.” You laughed as you felt him stiffen under your touch. Zhongli truly was a treat for you to indulge and one you can never let go of.

He was your precious little dragon, unknowingly obsessive and possessive and so painfully subservient under your touch. You so loved to toy with him most of the time, but even then, you couldn’t erase the fact that he has you wrapped around him just as much he does to you.

Zhongli could feel his breath hitch as your gentle hands slowly pried his mouth open, and he, without question abided. You were still an enigma to him, still completely unaware of how much you’ve trapped him within your hold, with no hopes of escaping (not like he has wanted to). And as your fingertips brushed against his soft lips, he was much too distracted when a carnal desire glinted through your eyes.

The former god had to thank the bustling busybodies of Liyue harbor for covering up the absolute debauchery you had subjected yourself and him into — by the small gap between shops, dark enough from the shadow in between, you had pushed Zhongli into it with a look of desire on your face.

It must’ve been because he sought you out and that he was used to being the one who has to keep up with you, but there was something so delicious in the way he always craved for your touch. You weren’t even so scarce with it either, as every time he demanded, you obliged. Oh how foolish he was to think that he was the one with control — unable to realize the mere fact that with every touch that leaves him breathless is a poison the continues to corrupt him from the inside out.

Suddenly, every touch of yours was not enough — that he needed so much more, and all of it can be proven with the way Zhongli had desperately pulled you into him. He was filled to the brim with the need and want and you did not withhold any of it.

He was left gasping as you fondled him through his work clothes, lips attached to his neck that left one too many marks.

“Darling, please…” his pleas came out in a form of a breathy whimper and you had to be cruel.

“Oh? Look at you, so absolutely ruined, my lord.” Your jabs went straight the heat that pooled into his stomach, suddenly taken aback by your sudden coyness. It was taking him back to all those centuries that past when you and him were young and stupid.

Zhongli gripped onto your shoulders, uncaring whether or not he too had wrinkled your suit. A pleading look flashed through his eyes, much to your elation. But you continued to toy with him, somehow after being spoiled rotten, even the wisest consultant of Liyue could not resist the feeling of impatience that painfully ate away at him.

“How do you think your other adepti friends would say at the sight of their dear old Morax… so pitifully in need of his beloved’s touch?” Your words sent shivers down to his spine. You just took away his demands for your touch and now you’re depriving him of the praises you would sing to him so sweetly every time? How cruel!

A whimper escaped from his trembling lips, “It’s not… it’s not pitiful…” He tries to fight and justify but even then he knew it was a futile attempt.

Your hands that gripped his waist tightened and he fought the urge to grant you that sweet delectable sound of pleasure out of revenge, “I find that very hard to believe.” You weren’t even trying as you drew out what you wanted from him with one more forceful squeeze against his supple flesh.

His head quickly fell into your shoulder and you can slowly see the disappearance of the feared warrior god as Zhongli begged for your touch, “Please… don’t deprive me of this… you’re all I need and have…”

A huff of amusement left your system as you tipped his head up by the chin, you leaned in, giving him one tiny peck that elicited yet another soft whine and licked his lips, watching them glisten with your saliva.

“Right you are dear… I’m all you have and that’s all you’ll ever need.”

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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Need bandmates reaction to harry ripping his pants

Leather Pants

A/N: i wrote this so fast lol hope you lovies enjoy! 💚

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married YNrry!

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YN can’t necessarily pick her favorite part of Harry’s shows: to the soft piano introduction for Daydreaming to the crazy beginning of Kiwi. To Harry singing Matilda to walking around to pick some signs to read. It changes every now and then and it’s not until the introduction for Music For A Sushi Restaurant begins to play that she realizes that she dearly missed the sound of the infamous addition of the trumpets on stage.

It never fails to put a smile on her face at the thought of Harry adding trumpets to his songs any chance he gets ever since the whole Olivia fiasco. She remembers how he rambled on and on to her about how 1D’s producers took off the brass instruments from the song after the two spent a great deal of time getting them right.

Now, the couple dances from their respective spots in the arena to the beautiful, jazzy sound every night he has a show.

Sushi rotates into the number one spot of her favorite part of Love on Tour, especially now as she watches Harry skip over to her side of the stage. He spots her easily as she stands to the wall behind the massive crowd of fans in the pit. He leans down to one knee, head thrown back as the crowd sings back at him. In a blink of an eye, she sees the way he spreads his legs a little too wide and the leather that covers his groin splits apart.

In an instant, YN stops dancing and yells out a oh shit! before covering her mouth in shock. Being the professional that he is, Harry continues the show as he tries to cover his exposed self with his hands and a small towel before settling on a pride flag wrapped around his waist.

As humorous as it was, she grows worried that Lambert isn’t moving as quickly as he needs to be to help with the wardrobe malfunction. Not that it’s bothering Harry much as he continues to prance around the stage with a bright smile and letting his hands wander over his body.

So with a quick word with her head of security guard, he escorts her down the backstage hallways to his dressing room. They meet Lambert halfway and in an instant, she has an extra pair of brown leather pants in her grasp. Running in her heels certainly isn’t an obstacle for her as she’s quickly making her way down the small gap in between the barricades in the pit.

It takes a second for the fans to register what’s happening, but soon enough the entire arena is screaming out at the sight of her and begin chanting her name. She quickly ducks under the open flaps of the stage and soon she finds her husband amongst the crew’s set up with his hands clasped in front of his groin, rocking on his heels to his toes as he waits for his stylist to come in. A big smile spreads across his face at the sight of his wife but before he even gets a chance to greet her properly, she’s shoving him into the corner of the small area where there’s a black curtain set up for when he needs to use the restroom.

He can barely get a word out as she’s quickly untucking the flag around his waist and undoing the buttons of his torn leather pants. She barks out a laugh when he playfully reaches out to undo the buttons of her trousers and it earns him a slap on the hands.

“Oi! Hands off mister.”

“What? Thought that’s what y’came in here for,” He teases as he shimmies out of his pants and grabs the new pair that rests over her shoulder. The smirk on his face only grows wider as she crouches down to gather the pants pooled at his feet. “Certainly looks that way.”

“You’re certainly feeling yourself tonight, huh?” YN smiles warmly at him.

“I feel so fucking good right now. First show of the year, the crowd is insane, first show as a married man, got my fucking gorgeous wife here with me—I don’t think anything can top this.”

“Just wait until we get back to the hotel,” She hums and giggles when he stops zipping up his trousers and gives her a boyish smile.

“Maybe in the dressing room?”

She reaches around him to finish tucking in his yellow shirt, “Hmm, if yeh don’t rip your pants again.”

“H, 10 seconds man!” They hear one of the backstage crew members yell from the other side of the curtain.

In an instant, Harry’s taking her jaw in his hands and leaning down to press his lips to her, taking advantage of her close proximity. She’s quickly reciprocating his love and can feel him smile against her.

Their honeymoon went by far too fast for their liking and if they weren’t as physically affectionate before, they certainly were now. Fans have noticed this recently as paparazzi pictures (and a handful of fans lucky enough to have witnessed it themselves) capture the way the couple walks the streets with their hands tightly clasped together, Harry’s arm thrown over her shoulder, and YN with her hand in his jacket pocket. Some even show more intimate shots of the happy couple as Harry presses his lips to her temple outside of a small café or as they share a few kisses while sitting on a park bench.

Both of them are having a hard time keeping their hands off of each other—now more than ever before—but do either of them care what the media is saying at the moment? Hell no.

“I love you,” She breathes sweetly against his mouth and he’s this close to canceling the rest of the show and taking her back to his dressing room.

“You’re on, Harry!”

“I love you more.”

YN can’t help but giggle as he tries to pull away from her because while his legs lead him towards the exit, his hands still cup her jaw as he continues to peck kisses to her lips.

“Go!” She laughs, literally pushing her hands against his chest to encourage him back on stage before she keeps him trapped down all for herself. Her cheeks must be sore by how long the love sick smile has stayed on her face ever since...well, ever since she married the man almost a month ago. Blowing her one final kiss, he’s making his way back out on stage to the excited crowd.

Coming back down to Earth, she gives a sheepish smile to the backstage tour team working underneath the bulk of the main stage.

“Yeh doing amazing everyone. Keep up the good work,” She compliments the workers, acting like she wasn’t all lovey-dovey with her secret husband moments ago—shamelessly showing more PDA than they ever have before their crew. All of the crew members just give a warm smile back to her and a hand raised letting her know that her compliment is well received. Once YN exits the small area, it’s not long after that chatter passes around the tour team—and eventually their fanbases—about the couple’s undeniable and genuine love they have for each other.

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s0uls1sters-inc · 3 months

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Fond Memories

We hold memories dearly and are the only thing that we truly cherish who would think that alastor who is merciless would have them too. Who would also think that a demon like him would soon open up to you and be vulnerable. Oh, how he adores you.

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Feeling the hot breeze of hell you take in the absolute beauty of the chaos you call home. Watching the fire bloom from buildings and the streets, the gunshots and screams that surround your ears. Nothing was quite like it, despite how trashy hell could be you became quite fond of it. After years of being here you could get accustomed to finally calling it your own. You quite literally could do anything with consequences, But still yearning to be redeemed that's how you ended up in the infamous hazbin hotel.

You got up from where you sat. Most people never really cared to look on the roof for people, and that is a place where you loved dearly where you could escape from the chaos of the hotel. You turned around to be met with a familiar smile.

“Why hello dear what are you doing up here” he cocks his head to the side. His smile was oddly comforting to you. Though at first you had been scared of him, because after all he is the radio demon.

“Oh i was just sitting here looking at hell the usual y'know..” it was kinda awkward you've never actually been alone with alastor “how.. Uh.. how did you find me?” you took pauses in between your sentences trying to find the correct words with sounding rude or bratty

“I saw you walk up here not too long ago, darling. Now the question that I'm going to be asking you is why are you up here.. Don't you know it is quite dangerous for someone like you” he says not taking a single eye off you. His stares sent shivers down your spine even though you have gotten used to him it doesn't mean he still didn't scare you a little bit.

“Well i was just sitting here remembering things if you wanna sit with me you can.. I was gonna go back inside but now that you're here I wouldn't mind staying out here just a tad bit longer” you gave him a soft smile. What a poor soul you are, he still wondered how you even ended up here. So kind, so nice and so vulnerable. He sighed

“I wouldn't mind staying out here for a bit. I suppose it would be nice” his smile relaxed a bit. Taking his answer you sat back down and patted the spot next to you. Though he didn't like to take orders he knew you meant no harm and it was a simple kind gesture to sit beside him. He took a seat, legs hanging off the building.

“Know me and my mom used to go stargazing whenever she was off work and we would always challenge each other to count the most stars or name the most Constellations” you smiled as you looked up at the red sky taking in the charming hue. Alastor looked at you questioning why you just said that to him. Why would you trust him of all people to lend that memory to oh how he wished he knew how you think so trusting, even with an overlord like him. “I hold that memory dearly to my heart. Sometimes I wish I could have made my mom proud or have seen her in heaven, y'know?” alastor was stunned it confused him on why you were sharing this with him he shook his head

“Darling we have to live in the present now, why are you still thinking about the past?” he kind of hit him in the heart when you said that he was growing soft, but he couldn't lie you did have a soft spot for you and only you. You tilt your head to the side.

“Alastor I wish or I hope you know the importance of memories we hold even if they make us weak. Looking back at them sometimes we can't help but laugh or smile and sometimes cry” you smile at him. You were full of surprises but he couldn't help but be amazed you truly were a wonder in his heart. He looked up at the sky.

“I remember when my mom made her homemade jambalaya.. It's a memory I still think about tasting the hot mixture of vegetables on my tongue. I still miss it and still try to copy her recipe till this day but nothing will compare to hers..” why would he say that? You've truly broken down his barriers have you put a spell on him? But he couldn't help but feel warm inside to think about the memories he had with his mother. Is this the feeling you were talking about? He hoped so.

“There you go really hits your heart i know sometimes it's okay to open up especially when its a memory you hold closely.. Alastor I hope you know you are loved. '' You look back at him. Loved was a foreign word to him but something about you was just so entaching and now he knew why because you had a heart unlike these sinners. Looking into his eyes you smiled wider

“ welp i think its time to go back inside” you sit up “have a wonderful day bye bye al!!” you wave farwell to him and make your way back inside. He sat there for a couple more minutes then let out a chuckle. How you were a wonder he sat up and headed back inside.

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chickenkupo · 6 months

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Not Expected

Summary: Fontaine continues to see better days ahead, as many friends and families have come together to help one another prepare for a happy season for them all. The Neuvillette's birthday and the Fontainalia Film Festival are finally almost here, the laughter of children and others alike are finally returning to the streets once again with creative celebration and games. Those within the creative arts have come together to perform for the crowds, engaging them to have their Fontain sparks return to their souls as the nation begins anew, and a celebration of the infamous Iudex was never one to miss. All is well for most citizens…

Except for a certain hydro dragon.

Shouldn’t Wriothesley be wanting to spend some time with him, leading up to the Fontainalia Film Festival? Especially Neuvillette’s birthday, since that’s also right before the event? Why then, is Wriothesley suddenly out during all times of the night? Coming back with a scent of another, and avoiding any sort of confrontation that concerns his whereabouts?

Neuvillette loves his soulmate dearly, but he has questions that must be answered, and he can be a rather demanding dragon when the need arises…

Recommendations: This work will reference two of my previous works, I Promise and Now for the Next Act. These will provide some background/lore context about certain terms and situations that may arise, as well as a new character I created. However, you can mostly piece together the context without reading these, but I would still recommend it.

Warnings: Hints of 18+ material, if you have relationship anxiety regarding the possible notion of cheating, this might trigger you. For a positive warning, be prepared for two himbos doing himbo things. I would give more context but that would completely spoil everything, so you’ll have to continue reading and see! Also please be warned, this is not beta-read! So don't hurt meeee...

Also I did MY SAME BULLSHIT and made this much longer than it needed to be. I can't stop. I am a harbinger of chaos. You will receive no apologies from me on this one. :D

Wriothesley groaned as he opened another file that was on his desk, ripped from a pile of tens of others that had been submitted to him for review that day. As the festivities were around the corner, more employees within the Fortress of Meropide were starting to take their time off to prepare and gather with friends and loved ones, so he brought it upon himself to help operations continue smoothly for fortress. What he didn’t expect was the overwhelming backlog of recently received inmates since the Fontaine’s recent catastrophic events, their processing documentation and their assignments from previous trials that were put on hold until just a few weeks ago.

As he opened the file to look through the contents, all of the lines seemed to blur together, and no matter how many times he read the same sentence repeatedly, none of the contents seemed to stick in his mind. His focus was elsewhere, starting to drift from the thoughts of the trials, to the judge that presided over them, to how striking those light purple eyes were, the pupils, slit, concentrating on one side of the trial to the other. How his long, white flowing hair would slightly drift from one side to the other, with the graceful turns of his head. His gloved hands, reaching up to those tight lips that he was more than familiar with kissing and biting every so lightly before they opened up slightly, and Wriothesley would be able to insert his tongue…

“Duke! Sir! Oh, Duke!” a light voice started to sing out, breaking his concentration. He hurriedly started reorganizing the files in front of him, completely losing the spot he was in on the very first file and crossing one leg over the over, trying to hide the sudden hardness that had been forming.

“Tch, hey! Can’t a man read his own work in peace, the hell is going on here, uh-“ Wriothesley started to raise his voice, thinking it was another inmate that was coming to him for a less than serious issue. To his surprise, however, a familiar black, grey and white Melusine with striking red eyes was staring up at him, her eyes widened in confusion, before it melted completely into a state of curiosity with a wide grin.

“I knew it! I knew you couldn’t keep up with all of that! Listen, give it to me. I’m dying to get some more experience and help out around here a little bit more! Please, sir, please!” the Melusine started to plead, grabbing a nearby chair and dragging it over to the desk, climbing on top of it and dramatically slamming her fists onto the table.

The boxer blinked as he watched Grace give her little fit, just now noticing that she had dawned the coat that was tailored to her to replicate his during his last bout of absence. Truthfully, since her employment, she had become somewhat of a godsend to Wriothesley, as she did pick up her duties fast and efficiently, though she was a little more eager and pushier than her Melusine sisters. But, to temporarily replace someone such as him, they needed a sort of attitude like that. Though, he wasn’t ready to fully trust everything to her, yet. Before he could even formulate a response, she continued on with her persuasion tactics.

“Plus, Sigewinne even said that you haven’t even gotten a gift for Monsieur Neuvillette yet, and you know how it’s almost his birthday and with the festival just being right around the corner…” She continued to tease, with a soft singing tone still in her voice.

Wriothesley hated how accurate she could be at times, though he would never admit that to her.

He looked between her, to the pile of files and how they were supposed to be fully processed two days prior, and still hadn’t been touched. Not only that, but in the back of his mind, he knew that if he continued to press himself to another sleepless night, his lover would most assuredly come and drag him back to their home, willing or not, if it meant keeping him rested and in good health. The man took another look into her odd, cross-hair esque pupils, knowing that she wasn’t going to give up on this anytime soon. Plus, she was right, he had to take care of these issues. He couldn’t be a bad mate, now could he?

Sighing and crossing his arms, he looks directly at Grace and gives her the sternest look he could muster. Normally, people would shy away from him at the sight of it, but this only made Grace more eager to hear what he had to say, somehow knowing she had won this battle.

“Listen, due to these…unfortunate circumstances I find myself in, I’ll agree to have you look over these admission files and give them the proper assignments. However…” He started to warn.

“However…” she mimicked him, resting her weight on her paws as she leaned in, her feelers raising up in curiosity, tail wagging behind her like an excited puppy, and one could easily tell she was trying her best to hide the biggest smile.

Wriothesley continued to stare at her, not moving, becoming stoic as possible while trying to monitor her reactions. Surprisingly, she still managed to keep herself rather composed, and when it seemed like she was about to explode with excitement, he relented.

“I’m going to review your decisions and assignments once it’s all completed. If you make any wrongful decisions, you’ll report back to me and we’ll discuss further. If the majority of these assignments are incorrect or not fitting, then I’ll have to send you straight to the jobs to learn, personally, what they all entail, is that understo-“

“YEEEES!” She shrieked out, grabbing the nearest file and getting to work, immediately, grabbing the file that he had previously opened, grabbing another set of forms and pen, and started filling them out. Wriothesley could only blink in surprise, before he nodded, trying to not disturb her and her work, as he got up and grabbed his own jacket, tossing it over his back as he usually did. He was about to turn around to let her know that he was going to go by the admissions desk to see if there were any further files there that might not have been brought to his office, but she was so deep into her work, he didn’t feel the need to disturb her. Plus, her little mumblings to herself were so adorable, he couldn’t be brought to interrupt her dream come true moment.

“Ah, yes, and who are you, Miss Wivre…? Kind of boring record here, actually, a shame, what if we put you here…”

“Oh, oh, oh! Now Mister Guivre, now there’s a record I want to sink my paws further into…”

Once more, he could only smile to himself as he exited the office in a rush.

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As Wriothesley rushed his way to the front entrance of the Fortress, he stumbled in response to what he was seeing before him now. His eyes widened in adoration as he kept silent to himself, scared that if he made any sort of sudden movement or sound, it would disrupt the scene completely. What he saw in front of him, he swore to himself he would save in his heart and mind forever.

Before him, Neuvillette stood, in front of the giant windows that opened the sight to the waters the Fortress of Meropide were encapsulated in. Normally, a few inmates would sit and lounge around this area during their free time to see the flora and fauna of the ocean, but tonight it was so late that most were in their cells, fast asleep. So, it was really him and his mate, though even he was surprised in this moment, as Neuvillette didn’t react to his presence at all, instead, he was transfixed on what was in front of him, a gloved hand touching the thick glass…

To match the paw that was meeting his hand on the other side of the glass. Wriothesley turned his attention on what Neuvillette was so entranced with, and saw that it was one of the leisurely otters of the deep, looking curiously at Neuvillette, blowing out bubbles at the hydro dragon, its other little paw holding onto a small shell that it kept close to its chest. Neuvillette smiled, a genuine, wide smile that caused Wriothesley’s heartstrings to tug. If the man could fall further in love with this mate, it would have been in this moment.

Wriothesley could only stare as the otter and Neuvillette continued to share their moment, totally unaware of his presence still. It amazed him how they both looked so similar as well, and if you told him that he was the true Hydro Sovereign, he would have argued with you until his lungs ran out of oxygen that he was truly just a leisurely otter become human. Thoughts began racing through his mind as he brought a hand to his own face, cupping it as he began to delve into deep contemplation. Yes, this could be the answer that he was looking for, and it just so happened to fall right into his lap. He smiled to himself, proud of his recent discovery and plan, so much so that he didn’t notice that he was starting to walk forward, one of the buckles of his boots catching on a nearby pipe that was sticking out from one of the walls. Wriothesley made a sound, comically similar to the bark of a small dog, as he fell to the ground in a loud smash.

“Wriothesley!” Neuvillette called out, rushing to his side, checking for any damage. Due to their deep bonded connection, Wriothesley knew that any damage sustained to him would also befall Neuvillette, so he thought it was silly that the man was even checking up on him like this, though it warmed his heart that no matter if the issue was big or small, his man was always there to check on him and his wellbeing. The duke looked up from his position on the floor, though at first, he looked past Neuvillette to see if the leisurely otter was still there. Surprisingly, it still was, looking in the direction of the two of them, looking them over a couple of times before it huffed out a ring of bubbles, swimming off while holding onto that same small shell it had earlier.

The duke blinked as he focused back on the matter at hand, looking up at his concerned lover, letting the man run his hands over his arms and checking his face, eyes worriedly scanning him for even the slightest hair out of place. Wriothesley’s smile just continued to grow in size as he saw continuous acts of proof that this man truly loved him deeply, and this caused him to reach his arms out, pulling Neuvillette down to his level on the ground, wrapping his arms around his waist and brushing his lips against the dragon’s. This caused a surprised gasp to escape Neuvillette’s lips as Wriothesley took advantage of the moment, opening his and inserting his tongue into his lover’s mouth, devouring him slowly, and sensually as his tongue ran against the draconic one, earning a moan out of the dragon. Neuvillette could have easily taken control of the situation, but Wriothesley found that the hydro dragon clearly enjoyed it when he demanded control, and the duke wasn’t one to deny his lover anything. Plus, he liked to breakout the handcuffs more than a few times in their relationship.

After a few more moments of sharing their passion, Wriothesley finally decided to break the kiss, but not before quickly pecking his mate on the lips and checks a few times, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he watched Neuvillette’s blush deepen, a shocked and curious expression on his face that still mimicked the one of the sea otter. Wriothesley’s heart continued to want to burst from the overload of happiness he had, and what better way to show that off than in the confines of their own bedroom?

Wriothesley motioned with his arms, doing his best to express Neuvillette’s ability to encompass them in a cocoon of water that would take them to wherever they desired, as long as it was within the boundaries of Fontaine’s lands and waters. Neuvillette did a light chuckle, watching as Wriothesley tried to put his abilities into words. His gloved hands reached out to grab Wriothesley’s wrapped ones, as he brought his nose down to lightly caress his lover’s.

“Of course, my love, I’d know no other pleasure.”

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That night, the two shared their bodies with each other as they normally did, wrapped up in the embrace of the other, entangling themselves with each other as they enjoyed the waves of passion together. Lips smothering lips, nails digging into flesh, growls and moans being shared with as much love and affection, along with a little possessiveness, as one could muster. After exhausting each other out, they would both cuddle up to each other, in the sheets of their round bed, and fall to sleep with the warmth and scent of their partner to aid and comfort them.

However, the next couple of nights, Neuvillette started to notice a difference in the routine. Instead of Wriothesley coming back home as soon as he wrapped up work at the fortress, it would be hours after his normal scheduled time, and Sigewinne had not informed him in any changes with deadlines or assignments that would have taken his mate so long to finish. What made it worse, was that when Wriothesley did decide to come home, not only did he act rather avoidant of the hydro dragon, but his smell was completely different. As his normal scent was a mixture of amber and leather, with a little of his own hydro dragon scent mixed in, it now had a hint of some sort of floral mix to it that would eventually fade but was still present. This immediately angered his inner dragon, instincts going haywire when the it kept happening.

Of course, Neuvillette trusted Wriothesley with everything that he had, and he held no malicious will towards him during this time. There must be some sort of logical explanation, truly, he reasoned with himself. His dragon raged onward with trying to push its instincts out on Neuvillette, demanding release to hunt down whoever this scent originated from and eliminate any threat towards their bond. Tonight was no different than the past few, as Neuvillette was lying in bed, sighing as he began rolling around in the covers trying to get comfortable, but still feeling cold and abandoned. The days were itching closer, even to the chosen day of his birthday, and he just didn’t understand. Why didn’t Wriothesley come home in a timely manner? Did he do something wrong, was he not a suitable mate? At the last thought, he let out a loud, pathetic whine, trying to hide his face in their fluffy pillows, as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

Time continued to pass by minutes turning into hours, as Neuvillette continued to bask in his mental misery. It was only when he heard a door opening in the furthest chamber of his home and the bond that they shared mentally started thrumming stronger and harder as his mate neared, knowing that he was now finally home. Neuvillette took a deep breath, trying to breathe in Wriothesley’s scent to comfort his raging inner beast, but the floral scent was still there, tainting his mate’s natural one. There was also a sweet scent accompanying him, that smelt of candies and sweet herbs, which had to be Sigewinne, which confused Neuvillette even more. With all of these strange occurrences happening, and with little to no explanation from his mate or surrounding friends and colleagues, this caused the hydro dragon to growl, as he started to give into this base instinct. This had gone on long enough, and if it was a situation where Wriothesley needed to be reminded of who he was bound to, then so be it, consequences be damned. Neuvillette was already up and about to storm into their living room, scales appearing on his skin in a more defined fashion, nails extending into beautiful but deadly, deep blue claws, fangs elongating, until he saw the sight before him, which caused him to stop immediately.

Wriothesley had started grabbing blankets and pillows, rearranging their couch to give Sigewinne a comfortable bed to lay in, as she was already passed out, clearly exhausted from something. She mumbled in her sleep, already deep in dream land, as she grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her body, cuddling more into the soft cushion of the furniture and continuing her rest. He also noticed what he believed to be some sort of small sewing kit falling from her hands as she had immediately passed out, clearly exhausted. Neuvillette took a notice of Wriothesley as well, seeing that his clothes appeared rather damp, water dripping from his hair and his clothes clinging to his body, as if they were his second skin. In normal circumstances, Neuvillette would be jumping Wriothesley, demanding another mating session, but right now he had other pressing matters to attend to.

It was then that Wriothesley sensed his mate and the strong emotions he was exuding, as he gasped and whipped around, looking at Neuvillette in shock as he tried to hide something behind him. Neuvillette, though his heart was still warming at the scene he saw before him, how parental Wriothesley was acting regarding Sigewinne, still demanded answers, and the hydro dragon was going to get what he wanted.

“Mate, explain.” Neuvillette growled out, in warning, baring his fangs. No, this was still not a threatening action towards his mate, but one that demanded respect and notice of how serious the situation was. Neuvillette was never the one to let his other side take over like this, unless they were in dire circumstnces like how they came to be bonded. Wriothesley seemed to understand the severity of the situation as he gulped, trying to somewhat resist the command, but utterly failing. He was still newly born into this draconic attraction and bond, where Neuvillette, this was his entire existence. There was no way that he was going to win this battle, and he was aware of that fact.

“I-I…fuck, Neuv, I’m sorry, I tried so hard to just make this work, and I don’t know if I did or if I still can…I did everything I could and I still feel like it was never enough, and I’m sorry I just…”

Neuvillette’s heart sank as he kept listening to his lover’s words, eyes tearing up again as he dreaded hearing anymore, devastated that this would truly be the end. Though, sure, they were bonded, but if Wriothesley was really this upset and miserable with him, he had no objections to letting him go and being happy elsewhere, though his heart would always belong to the duke.

As Neuvillette continued to have his thoughts race through his mind, he almost didn’t notice when Wriothesley sighed deeply, taking the item that he was holding behind him and now presenting it to Neuvillette. The hydro dragon’s eyes went from one form of devastated to complete adoration, as the entire situation now made sense. He was such a buffoon. But Wriothesley honestly wasn’t much better in this entire scenario.

“I don’t know if I got the coloring or the portions right, if there was enough stuffing or if my stitching was good enough…I tried to get the shop owner to help me figure out sewing patterns and the like and getting enough materials, I even dragged Sigewinne off her regular schedule to try to help me because, archons, I needed all the help but I do hope you like it babe, since it’s your birthday and all…”

In Wriotheshey’s hands was an adorable leisurely otter plush, like the one that Neuvillette had encountered the other day as Wriothesley watched on. In fact, the duke made sure to add that the otter was holding a shell in a familiar shape the one the actual otter was holding, only it had Wriothesley’s famous Cerberus crest design on the outside of the shell. The craftsmanship of the plush wasn’t exactly the best, the proportions not necessarily all right and the colors not always matching and blending into one another, but truly the man had seemingly spent hours and days trying to go from zero crafting skills in this area to making a full-blown stuffed animal. It was impressive, certainly demanding many hours of craftsmanship, and would make absolute sense about the smell of flowers, as that was exactly how the shopkeeper smelt.

As the realization started to settle in, Neuvillette’s stress began to ooze out of him immediately, his feral instincts receding, but still not completely. The scales on his skin started to disappear slightly, the sharp, predatory look in his eyes easing away, but he still very much looked half man half dragon, barely holding on, but now for a completely different reason. Neuvillette carefully took one of his clawed hands, rubbing the plush otter, a wide smile adorning his face as his eyes started to water once again. He would have to apologize in his mind later to anyone he doused in the flood of rain he must have caused, evident by Wriothesley being soaked from his observations earlier.

Neuvillette, still mostly consumed by emotions and instincts at this point, held the plushy tightly in one hand as he jumped into Wriothesley’s arms, wrapping his other arm around the neck of his mate, and his legs around his waist, in a tight embrace. Wriothesley grunted, not expecting that reaction at all, but wrapping his arms tightly around his dragon, securing him in place as he started chuckling, clearly happy that his poor attempt at plushy making didn’t go under-appreciated, some stress being relieved from him as well, as he knew that the more dragon-like features of Neuvillette didn’t show unless he was feeling some sort of extreme emotion. Wriothesley then gasped as he felt Neuvillette start rubbing his face against his, almost aggressively, cuddling into the chest of the duke as much as possible, licking at his neck and face here and there.

“Scent wasn’t yours. It’s yours now. No more flowers. You’re mine. Remember this…” Neuvillette growled out, but not in aggression, it almost sounded like he was relieved and happy, like Wriothesley hadn’t been in their love nest, safe and sound, for ages.

“I…” Wriothesley began, as Neuvillette settled in his arms, the boxer still clearly a little confused at the situation, but slowly began to logically think through it all. Dragon, he had been out for hours almost every night or a while trying to make this while keeping it a complete secret, and he didn’t take any measure of hiding the scent of where he had been. “I still have a lot to learn about all of this…us, don’t I?” Wriothesley sighed, eyes heavy with regret at now realizing the worries he had caused Neuvillette.

“Idiots…both of you…” they both heard the small little body on the couch mumble, as she adjusted her position on the couch and carried the blanket with her, obviously signaling them to go into their own room and leave her to her rest. A cranky Melusine was not a fun one to handle, that they knew for certain. Also, the two men couldn’t really argue with her statement, but both started chuckling as Wriothesley ushered them both into their watery sanctuary of a bedroom.

The duke gently placed down his hydro dragon onto the cushion of the bed, letting him squirm a little as he climbed into bed, ripping off his own vest and jacket, now showing his bare chest. However, the now drying pants were still achingly tight, hugging onto his skin, showing off the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Neuvillette growled, hungrily, as his lustful gaze looked upwards towards the blue-steel-colored eyes of his beloved, which held a sort of mischievous charm to them.

“Now, I know it’s your birthday, but it looks like I got some unwrapping to do on you before you can receive the second part of your birthday gift…” Wriothesley growled out, smirk showing his own canines looking a little bit sharper than normal.

The leisurely otter plush was then quickly, and gently placed on towards the currently unused part of the bed, forever a witness to the passionate acts committed that night.

The following morning, many citizens of Fontaine reported a deep rumbling through the land, and a brighter than normal sky after such a tumultuous downpour of rain had occurred just the night before.

#happy birthday neuvillette #wriolette #neuvillette x wriothesley #genshin fanfic #wriothesley #neuvillette #sigewinne #leisurely otter #fluff #spicy content #i wrote too much again #ao3 writer

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winterarmyy · 9 months

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Random angsty 40's!bucky blurb that i needed to share...

I've been having this constant concept in my head, whenever I'm listening to Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift. This might hurt some people because it has no happy ending. So, you have been warned.

Imagine it's the 40's and Bucky never fell out of that train and both him and Steve survived the war.

He is a war hero and she is an aspiring singer who came to New York to chase her dreams. They met at the bar where she worked at and the first time Bucky heard her singing, saw her performing; he was simply smitten. Literally would spend almost every night at the same bar just to watch her, admire her.

You'd think that his infamous reputation would give him some sort of confidence to woo her, but Bucky was a mess when he tried to approach her. He fumbles with his words, then completely lost them when she giggled at his blushed cheeks. Bucky still thought it was a miracle that she said yes when he asked her out on a date. It wa first of many that they had.

"My town was a wasteland. Full of cages, full of fences. Pageant queens and big pretenders. But for some, it was paradise"

And in one of those dates, she opens up about her past and dreams. Her, coming from a quiet, small town full of pretenders. Her, dreaming of a future where people would know her name, listen to her songs. While most men might ridicule her for having such silly dreams, Bucky has always been supportive of her.

He is sweet and kind, just a blinding ray of light to the shadow of her heart. She loved him. So does Bucky. And they had the most beautiful relationship together. They were happy.

"My boy was a montage. A slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean. I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"

At least until Bucky proposed to her. His knees was on the creaking wooden floor of his small apartment, his eyes wide and glisten with so much love and adoration for her. But even if she loves him with all that's left of her heart, she let her need for chasing her ambition reign her mind. So, she let him down.

"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. He wanted it comfortable. I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride.I was making my own name. Chasing that fame. He stayed the same. All of me changed like midnight"

They parted ways after; not that Bucky wanted to. He was willing to wait for her until she's ready, however long it takes. But she didn't want to break his heart even more by giving him hope. So, she left.

Months later she was scouted sure enough she made it. She made her name, her legacy. She was a star; and her fame only rose higher until years gone by.

And "Midnight Rain" is her perspective in the future when she got all she ever wanted; her voice to be heard, her songs to played, the fame and the riches that came with it. She had everything. All except one; love.

One lonely night she was on the piano; the thought of Bucky came across her mind. And all of the words just spilled out from her heart, just as the tears broke from her eyes.

"It came like a postcard. Picture perfect, shiny family. Holiday, peppermint candy. But for him it's every day"

She wondered if Bucky ever got married. If he found another lucky woman who can mend the heart she had left broken. If he finally got the happiness he well deserved.

"So I peered through a window. A deep portal, time travel. All the love we unravel. And the life I gave away"

She hopes so. That he is happy but at the same time she missed him so dearly. Her soul yearned for his, her skin longed for his heat. His smile, his laughter, his kisses. Everything was unraveling. And she wondered about the life that she could've had with him if she stayed behind. If she said yes to forever. Would she be happier then?

"I guess sometimes we all get. Just what we wanted, just what we wanted. And he never thinks of me. Except when I'm on TV"

Yes, she made it. She got what she wanted. The cost? She had to abandon what she needed the most. And she imagined that Bucky must have forgotten her by now. He must have erase her from his life, that the thought of her will never came across his mind. Except, perhaps when he saw her in the news.

"I guess sometimes we all get. Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted. And I never think of him. Except on midnights like this"

Many nights like this, she reminisce about her relationship with Bucky and realized that he is the best thing that had happened to her. And that revelation had haunted her because she knew that it was far too late for her now.

And i-- *sobs*

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #40s!bucky #1940s!bucky #bucky angst

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b000mbayah · 1 year

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Mafia!Blackpink Reaction to meeting you for the first time

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Requested: No

Word count: 4,043

Warnings: mentions of death + kidnapping, alcohol consumption.

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Jisoo

When Jisoo was first recruited to a mafia within her local area, she had little to no experience with anything violent and dangerous. But frustrating days quickly transcended into boring months as she quickly adorned the skills of a respectable member.

She still holds her notebook dearly from her first few days- a rule book she had written for herself and now keeps sacred from the image of her clan.

Neatly written diary entries and highlighted rules she frequently updated filled the browning paper. This book was her safe haven, and if required, she certainly could recite the rules like it was her favourite song. She found comfort in the book that allows a rejoice of what she has done for herself and her loyal followers now that she's grown to become far more than she could’ve ever dreamed of. She used this book- her expectations, her guidelines, her orders to climb the ranks, following even the harshest of suggestions through thick and thin times.

But with a new position in the hierarchy of the Mafia comes even more rules to follow. Especially when you're as infamous as she has built herself up to become.

Every day, she flicks through the odd ruffled pages, just reading over her memories of her past position, her past self. But despite all that's happened since then, she always goes back to the first rule she's ever noted down.

"Those who follow their emotions over logic shall fall weak"

It all just seems ironic now, considering the suffocating beating of her heart. It rings in her ears like a thousand guns as her eyes follow you around the restaurant.

You were working hard with rushed yet smooth movements. You dashed around like you could do this job with your eyes shut, and it was rather impressive to watch such dedication and seriousness that frequently occupied your pretty little face.

Jisoo caught herself staring more times than not. Her open laptop with emails and tabs of unknown contents fell forgotten with her solemn situation.

It felt like all eternity until you arrived at her table, requesting her order. Jisoo had completely forgotten to even look at the menu, causing herself to auditably curse under her breath.

"Surprise me," Jisoos words had seemed to surprise herself as she blinked at her words. Jisoos always hated surprises, hence her rule book. She's always has a prepared plan of action, whether that be a meeting, a drug deal, or even something as simple as the lunch she was supposed to have picked out. She just broke her chain of self obedience, and she feared what else she'd do now that you're talking to her.

"Okay, and any drinks before I leave?"

Jisoo, once again, just responded with the same "surprise me" like she had the last time you asked her. You hummed, noted down a quick scribble before navigating your way to the kitchen.

It had taken all of ten minutes for you to re-emerge with her specific plate of food, steam dancing deliciously in the faltering air- your other hand occupied with a fancy glassed drink.

You placed the food and drink down in front of her, observing her expression as she blinked, hiding a small smile.

"I decided on the sweet chilli chicken stir fry and a glass of white wine. Is this okay, ma'am?"

Jisoo nodded, mouth opening as she replied, "Yes, this is indeed alright. Thank you, Miss?"

"Miss Y/n," you grinned, causing the latter's heart to jump unexpectedly. Additionally, Jisoo had unknowingly let out a suffocating breath she was holding back.

Miss.

So you aren't married, that's another bonus point to you, although the food had basically won for you as she couldn't wait to dive into the welcoming bed of rise, an ocean of flavours waiting patiently on top too.

The wine? She doesn't normally drink wine due to the drowsiness she picks up soon after consuming the alcohol, but it is a good match nonetheless.

"Thank you, Miss Y/n"

"No problem, Ma'am. If you need me, just call me over, and I'll be happy to help"

Jisoo watched with yearning eyes, swallowing thickly as she knows you'll be on her mind all day. Maybe she'll flag you down later for dessert, anything to squeeze in an extra conversation.

She'll be sure to visit tomorrow anyway.

Jennie

Jennie had gotten into the mafia through sheer skill. She had previously graduated from a Police Academy with some of the most impressive results, allowing her the many skills a Mafia member should possess.

But despite the abilities the course had provided her with, she still looks down upon younger Jennies' dreams and aspirations. Jennie used to actually want to be a police officer. She only ever dreamed of stopping all thug crime, all drunken acts of violence, all murder cases. She wanted to bask in the fame and reap the luxury rewards that came with the title of "hero."

However, the dream was impossible to begin with. To accomplish so much in a single lifetime isn't achievable. They say never say never- but there really was a never for her old, silly ways.

And now, Jennie knows she can power and authority through leading a Mafia. This way, she could be the cause of all things crime, all drunken acts of violence, all murder cases. And she knows she can bask in the infamous titles and reap all the luxury rewards that came with the titles "Physco Woman" and "Ungodly villain"

But even the most ruling of all need quick refill breaks, and so Jennie found herself on a quick Pitstone at a convenience store at half two in the morning. She had been working on the next robbery when her stomach growled in protest, so she left with a wad of cash, prepared to satisfy the monstrous pit that residents her insides.

Though, Jennie couldn't seem to catch a break as she walked upto the till, arms stuffed with unhealthy snacks and a few water bottles for she had seen something far more enticing, something that made her far more hungry.

You.

You seemed so nonchalant at the time of day, so nonchalant of the infamous woman infant of you, so nonchalant of your entire existence. You are calm and collected- something Jennie wishes to be.

"Hello," Jennie had spoken formally, carefully dumping all her desired purchases on the conveyor belt as it slowly pushed her snacks along.

However, as you looked up from your phone and your eyes locked with Jennies, she could've sworn her heart had skipped a beat or two at just the connection she felt within the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

"Hey," you simply responded, slipping your phone into your pocket as you stepped forward to transact her purchases after scanning the bar codes of each thing.

"I'm going to need ID for this," you spoke, looking up at the face of Jennie as a black mask covered her lips, chin, and the tip of her nose.

"Ah, sure thing," Jennie opened her bag, scavenging through it until she pulls out her ID. Her fingers pull the rough fabric of her mask down and your eyes seem to glimmer for a moment- it's almost like you know who she is and almost don't hate her like 99% of her population does.

"Thank you, Miss Kim," you smiled, letting a small huff bypass through your nose.

"Just call me Jennie." You nod, beeping every last product until they lay limp on the other side of you. You let her pay using her card, tapping your foot in a steady rhythm as you yawn.

"Tired?" Jennie smiles, glancing up at you as she takes her card back, grabbing a bag she brought with her as she begins to stuff it.

"Apparently so." You laughed lightly, but it was still enough to have Jennie blush lightly.

"When does your shift end?"

"Uhh-" you trail off to look at the time, your lips straightening into a straight line at the sight "another hour, give or take"

"Why don't you close early? It's not like you're going to get many more customers than me, and I've probably brought more than they would've done anyway." It was true. She paid a little over a hundred, almost quadruple the amount you'd get at this hour of the day.

"Tempting, but I'd still be putting my job on the line"

Jennie raised an eyebrow to this. "Well, I'll pay you to close up early. You look like you need sleep, badly. No offence"

"None taken, but why do you care so much?"

That's the exact question she's asking herself right now. It's beginning to mentally drain her, too. She's not even sure she'll have an appetite by the time she gets back to her office, let alone be awake enough.

"I don't know yet, but when I do, you'll be the first to know"

"A second date?'

"A second date"

Rosé

Having been born and raised an orphan wasn't the easiest way of living. Rosé was always on edge, having the place ransacked every other week by the growing Mafia in her area.

All the food, drink and sources of any entertainment and value were to have been stolen away from their tight community. So, it was almost a surprise when they decided to take a child, more specifically Rosé.

The eight year old child was missing up until recently, where she claimed her own throne as the disheartened Mafia leader. It didn't take a genius to figure out how she took control, the news had spread like wildfire amongst the mostly derelict town- how she shot her commander in between the eyes to make her point of power evident.

But even now, with all the power she holds and all the torture the Mafia has put her through- she still feels trauma from her past.

She neglects the idea of following in her kidnappers footsteps, holding innocent, weak people at gunpoint to take a defenceless child. But it's never stopped her from visiting her home every now and then.

So, when Rosé returned home to see all her old friends again for the nth time this month- she was shocked to find someone like yourself in the area.

You're not an orphan, nor are you a worker of any sort. You're a new face to the building, a face everyone seemed to know and love within the short amount of time you've been within their welcoming company.

There was something in the way you sat on the pitiful floorboards- branded in blood, paints, and sauces- as you laughed with the children. You had splattered your personality to them, extending great amounts of energy Rosè found herself to no longer have as they'd one by one hit you with their best motives.

Rosè would watch as you moved around the kitchen, helping to stir and garnish the preparing foods as it bubbled deliciously in the rusted pots.

And when Rosé talked to her parents about the mystery visitor, she found out you were a frequent visitor that always brings gifts whenever you can manage. Whether that be a new set of train tracks for the children, or a decent supply of fresh fruits, vegetables and meats from the store, or even the newest newspapers for the elder bunch to read- Rosé all found it admirable.

So much so, in fact, that she has never been so drawn to someone by their ability to be so involved in others' lives for the better. It's always been the opposite- but seeing you is like taking a deep breath of fresh air, and the feeling was absolutely adorned.

Her dark eyes follow you around the dull halls and rooms, observing you as you spread positivity through your mannerism. The day had passed quickly when Rosè finally looked at her phone, seeing the time as almost nine at night when she began to pick up her belongings, bidding farewell to the people around.

However, she couldn't seem to leave- not without peeking one final glance at the girl who quipped her interest to begin with.

Footsteps fell upon what Rosé assumed to be deaf ears as she waltzed towards the kids section of the building. And what she saw made her coo.

You were sitting at the furthest wall of the room, all the children surrounding you in their respective beds as you read them a bedtime story. Your voice was loud enough for every child to hear, but quiet enough not to wake any of the already slumbering ones.

Your voice was soft, so soft that Rosé almost felt herself growing vulnerable within your vicinity. And then the story ended.

She's not quite sure when she stopped listening, somewhere between the first and second line, perhaps, when she all but zoned in on her thoughts and her sight of you.

But when you spoke out, clearly not reading a book anymore, Rosé had almost internally panicked. "I don't believe we've become acquainted yet"

Rosè dragged herself out of her lingering thoughts, bringing up the words to reply as she opened her mouth and spoke in almost a whisper, "I don't think so either"

She watched in silence as you tried your hardest not to make a sound when you raised to your feet, placing the book on a crooked bedside table before walking to the door she was standing at.

Her heart began to beat faster as you approached, your hair gently dragging in the air with every bounce of your step and how your legs stretched one after the other in a flawless sneak. You looked beautiful.

Once you exited the room, you gently closed the door and turned to Rosé with a soft smile. "I'm Y/n, and you are?"

"Rosé, but you can call me Park Chaeyoung"

Lisa

When Lisa was first new to town, she sought out a break from unpacking her belongings into her new house. And it had led her to a local bar that wasn't so local.

Upon entry, she was glared at, spat at by the surrounding men and women in half sophisticated- half casual attire. It hadn't taken long, however, for someone to come out from the back and drag her into a more private discussion.

Not much more information is needed to know the outcome and how Lisa had involuntarily walked into a Mafia bar. But ever since, Lisa has been playing a rigged game of snakes and ladders as she was deemed the bias from the higher ranking bosses.

It hadn't even taken two years for Lisa to have reached the top, by force or charismatic authority no one knows. But no one dared to ask the big boss in case they'd have their brain blown out on the spot.

Lisa had grown a cold facade within her time under the Mafias wing, finding it easier to advance through emotionless conversations than joking around.

Not too long after she was elected to take control, she found herself within that same bar again- the bar she now owns and forgets about most of the time.

She walked in with her shoes scuffing the floor, ears twitching at the sound of knives and forks scraping against ceramic plates, chairs scratching the floor, and the distinct chatter of the people all around. The place was poorly lit with its 25 watt light bulbs hung loosely on the ceiling.

Defeatedly, Lisa had brought herself to a torn barstool, where the lime cushion on top was ripped with fluff prodding out of its cover. It wasn't comfortable, but neither was it uncomfortable.

Much like her first visit here, she found herself just as tired and unaware of her surroundings that she hadn't even noticed the stranger she sat beside.

The bartender gave her an odd look, one eyebrow raised above the other as his eyes burned holes straight through her. He knew of your presence, unlike Lisa, and subtly indicated to you with his eyes… but Lisa failed to pick up on it due to her drowsy state of mind.

However, when your voice reached her gone sensitive ears, Lisa looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows and a flattened glint in her eyes. Despite her stale expression, though, Lisa couldn't help the sudden and unexpected heat that rushed to her strictly pale cheeks.

She took note of this reaction on her behalf.

"Who are you?" Lisa grumbled, body half flung on the countertop, sticky circles line the surface from the residue of beer and whisky glasses.

You hummed, turning to face the other woman with an apparent sheepish smile, looking bashful while clearly in discomfort. "I'm lost," you unknowingly replied, sighing once you realised what you had just said to the attractive woman you're now talking to.

"That's an… unusual name." Lisa's eyebrows furrowed deeper as your eyes widened and your hands flung up almost defensively.

"That- That's not my name. I didn't mean it like that." You breathe out a heavy gust of carbon dioxide, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose lightly. "I'm Y/n, and I believe I'm lost. I think I walked into a cultist bar or something? I'm really not sure where I am right now"

"Oh…" Lisa breathed out, straightening her back with a grin "Well, I can tell you my bar certainly isn't a cultist bar" she shook her head as you gulped at the mention of it being her bar "it's more like a hub for my subordinates and associates"

"Subordinates? Associates?"

"Lower ranking Mafia members"

"Mafia?"

"Jeez," Lisa paused, flagging down the bartender who pretended not to earwig on your conversation. "Do you ever stop asking questions?"

"Sorry…" you almost whimpered, watching as she ordered herself two drinks.

There was a shameful silence between you two before both shot glasses were placed in front of her, each sparking under the ever dim lighting. "Here," Lisa spoke, moving a glass in front of you.

"You sure?"

"Hush, just drink you inquisitive outsider," Lisa groaned, swallowing her drink in one harsh gulp, pulling a twisted face after as her eyelids squeezed shut.

You followed suit, not wanting to be on bad terms with the powerful woman you've just met.

"I'm Lisa"

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𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬

Kamado Tanjiro x DemonSlayer!F!Reader x (Past) Rengoku Kyojuro

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Explicit (adults only) for canon-typical violence and, disturbing and explicit sexual content

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Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Mentor

Tanjiro and you don't cross paths again for several weeks, until Tengen plans an infiltration mission in the Red Light District.

Author Note: The timeline here is different from the canon story (characters are older, it's implied that Tanjiro has been Kyojuro's tsuguko for a while before his death). That's why Yoshiwara's team composition is also different. Since this is not a fic focusing on the Demon Slayer story, but rather on the relationship between the characters, I skipped the fight scenes. So there won't be any epic battles here, unlike in my other fic "The Tears of Time".

TAGS applying to this chapter: Red Light District Arc, Grief, Sad, Angst, Depression, some Healing though?, Near Death Experience, Ghost, No sex here, only Feels, hints of Tanjiro/Kyojuro's Platonic Love

Several weeks passed without Tanjiro visiting you. Missions kept pouring in relentlessly, and it seemed that the hierarchy, perhaps aware of the changes in your relationship, no longer assigned the two of you on expeditions together. The solitude the young man experienced, punctuated by moments spent with his friends, provided him a degree of perspective on the situation. Despite regularly inquiring about your well-being from the girls at the Butterfly Estate (although they didn't always give him answers), he remained convinced that he had made the right choice.

However, this conviction did little to quell the emptiness he felt without you by his side. While he hoped to reconnect with you in the future, he couldn't envision how to do so without falling into the same patterns as before. After what had happened, perhaps you no longer desired his presence, not even as a friend.

One day, Tengen summoned Tanjiro and Inosuke at the Butterfly Manor. The three of them were tasked with investigating the mysterious disappearances of prostitutes within Tokyo's infamous red-light district. The Sound Pillar had previously dispatched his wives on an infiltration mission in brothels there some time ago, but they had returned with no significant findings. But it seemed the demon living there was active again, as there was an unprecedented resurgence of crimes, prompting the Corps to take action once more.

"We need an additional member, preferably a girl," Tengen declared, his strong arms crossed. "Let's get Aoi," he commanded, pointing toward the main wing of the building, where the butterfly girls were working.

Tanjiro furrowed his brows. He had been raised with manners and harbored deep respect for his superiors, especially his new mentor, who had taken over his training following the Flame Pillar's tragic demise. However, it contradicted his very nature to ignore the call to protect those who couldn't fight.

"Let's leave Aoi alone; she is already making significant contributions to the Kisatsutai," Tanjiro argued. "Can't we request another female Slayer for this mission?"

"They're a scarce commodity. My wives are on another operation, and Zenitsu's late puberty facial hair would make for a terrible courtesan. Your and Inosuke's looks, on the other hand, can still deceive some with some makeup and disguise. Unless you have a better alternative, be prepared to enlist your sister for the task," he concluded.

Tanjiro was about to protest when a voice interrupted him.

"I'm coming with you."

The young man's heart skipped a beat as he turned around, spotting your silhouette in the shadow of the building. You stood there in your Slayer outfit, your katana secured at your waist. His chest tightened, and without thinking, he whispered your name. Despite the circumstances of your separation, he had missed you dearly.

You stepped toward them, fully revealing yourself in the daylight. You had lost weight since your last encounter, and dark circles had formed under your eyes. Your usually well-groomed hair was unkempt, and your uniform appeared somewhat shabby. Tanjiro looked at you with concern, but he summoned the strength to smile gently and offer a greeting, which you acknowledged with a nod.

You couldn't help but notice that he had once again cut his hair short, just like when he had first joined the Corps; you guiltily wondered it was a result of what had transpired during the last night you shared.

"Hmm..." Tengen eyed your tenses expressions alternately with a skeptical expression. "Weren't you supposed to be prohibited from heading on missions together, following Kocho's request?"

"If I volunteer, then it's fine," you replied curtly.

"Well, that settles one issue," Tengen shrugged, displaying little concern for your love drama. "We'll keep Nezuko as a backup. We’ve wasted enough time already; let's go!"

"Wait, Uzui-san!" Tanjiro turned to you. "Are you sure about this? It could be the work of an Upper Moon. I'd rather... have you stay safe here," he admitted.

You were hurt that he considered Nezuko an option for this mission and not you. Despite being in a fragile mental state, you were still a competent Slayer.

"It's precisely because it might involve an Upper Moon that I want to come with you," you declared firmly.

I want to be there to protect you if possible, especially now that I'm stronger than I've been since... the incident on the train. And if you were to die, I want to die alongside you, you mentally added, but you kept your thoughts to yourself, aware that he wouldn't agree with your mindset.

Tanjiro was not a telepath, but your scent and determined expression spoke volumes. He knew he couldn't convince you to stay behind, yet he still felt uneasy about the idea of you joining them. It was evident that you hadn't had a good meal or rest in weeks. His master grabbed him by the collar of his haori and turned him toward their departure.

"Listen to your woman if you want to succeed in life. Her opinion matters the most, second only to the God of Festivities. Stop wasting our time and let's move!"

"Your woman is a pain in the ass," Tengen complained just two days later. "She's exhausted but refuses to sleep. She's like a zombie and is inefficient in her research."

"This mission is tough, and she's doing her best. Plus, I told you it wasn't a good idea in her state, Uzui-san," Tanjiro sighed, not wanting to argue further about the topic. "And please, stop referring to her as 'my woman.' She's... just a dear friend. You know very well that she is Rengoku-san's fiancée."

"Hmm, whatever you say, your heart's melody doesn't sing the same tune when you see her. Besides, Rengoku is dead," Tengen remarked casually.

Listening to his words, one might mistakenly assume that Uzui didn't hold much regard for the departed Pillar, but Tanjiro knew better. The two men had been close friends; the shinobi had simply grown accustomed to burying his loved ones and moving forward.

"That still doesn't change the fact that she's not my woman," Tanjiro responded sourly. He carefully smoothed the folds of his kimono and checked his reflection in a mirror, ensuring that the makeup you had applied earlier remained intact. With night descending upon them, everyone had to return to their investigations separately. "I'll head back to my brothel. I think I've found a lead... I'll reach out to you when I get more intel."

The echoes of roaring flames and crumbling buildings gradually faded into nothingness, as Tanjiro teetered on the brink of life and death, poisoned by Upper Moon Six. His vision plunged into an abyss of darkness. Within this eerie realm, an icy stillness prevailed. Tanjiro wandered aimlessly, guided by an indistinct longing for something he couldn't define – perhaps a way out of this frightening place. He could discern your scent. Maybe you were close to his body.

He longed to return to you so badly...

"Kamado!" a voice called out from behind him.

Surprised, Tanjiro's gaze shifted to the silhouette of his former mentor standing only a few steps away. Kyojuro's arms were folded, a gentle smile graced his face, and his fiery eyes were locked onto his tsuguko.

His white and red haori was draped elegantly over his shoulders, waving slowly behind him, and the golden buttons of his Slayer gakuran gleaming softly. At his side, he carried his trusty katana with the flame-shaped tsuba that Tanjiro had inherited. The Hashira looked exactly as he did in life, radiating strength and vitality. His very presence dispelled the surrounding darkness, providing a reassuring warmth, much like before.

"Rengoku-san, Aniki!" Tanjiro exclaimed, tears immediately welling up in his eyes.

He stepped toward his mentor, overwhelmed with the desire to embrace him before stopping himself, remembering the gravity of his current situation.

"Aniki... I'm sorry. I failed. I slew an Upper Moon with Uzui-san and the others, but I couldn't protect the people of the entertainment district... a lot of people have died. And as for your fiancée, she's alive... However, I couldn't fulfill my promise to take care of her. I did all that I could, but... I just can't fill the void you left..." Tears now flowed freely down Tanjiro's cheeks, and he futilely wiped them away with the sleeve of his uniform.

The Flame Pillar placed a reassuring hand on his tsuguko's shoulder.

"Kamado, my boy, you were magnificent. You fought valiantly, and I commend you. You pushed your limits to the absolute extreme and emerged victorious. Thanks to you and your friends, these demons won't harm anyone else and will face retribution in hell. As for my former fiancée... I know the current situation is difficult for both of you, but she truly loves you, believe me. Hold on to hope. The two of you will find your way through this."

"You're mistaken, Aniki. She has eyes only for you; she doesn't like me that way. I fear I've only made things worse for her by trying to grow closer to her. I... I'm so sorry... I feel ashamed. To think that you had discerned my feelings for her when you were still with us, and instead of resenting me, you entrusted her to me... and yet, I failed..." Tanjiro's voice trembled as he sobbed, his tears mingling with hiccups.

He held Kyojuro in such high regard, idolizing him as much as he envied and begrudged him for occupying such a significant place in their lives, especially in yours, only to leave behind an equally immense void... The idea of letting him down was unbearable.

Kyojuro's spectral form embraced him gently. Though insubstantial, his warmth immediately enveloped and consoled his protege.

"Kamado... have more faith in yourself. She loves you. She chose me because circumstances made her realize her feelings for me before the ones she harbored for you, and I was deeply honored that such an extraordinary woman wanted me. But I'm certain she already loved you when I first met her. Don't try to take my place. You're an exceptional young man. Hold your head high and set your heart ablaze, especially in the face of adversity. She will return to you."

Tanjiro managed to suppress his tears and stared at his mentor, who was so kind and encouraging. His smile and reassuring gaze had the power to reignite even the most dimmed flames within one's soul. Despite the passage of time, this man would eternally remain a role model for the younger Slayer, someone he would forever admire and regret. He vowed to himself that he would heed his master's words and attempt to regain his self-confidence, honoring him in the afterlife.

"I'll do my best, Aniki," Tanjiro promised with a feeble smile. "At least, if I survive... I think I'm dying..."

"You're alive. Nezuko neutralized the poison, and you'll wake up shortly. Take care of yourself and our beloved, Tanjiro. The three of us will meet again in our next life."

The Hashira pressed his forehead against his subordinate's then straightened up, affectionately ruffling his burgundy hair with a broad smile. His silhouette vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared, but the warmth he emanated lingered long after his departure.

Tanjiro gradually regained consciousness. He was alive, albeit severely wounded, amidst the debris of Yoshiwara. The rest of his team was surrounding him, bent over him with worried expressions. He was so grateful that nobody had died... But perhaps his greatest reward was your presence close to him.

You wept profusely, cradling him in your arms.

"Tanjiro! I thought you were gone... I was so terrified." You hiccupped loudly, unable to stifle your sobs.

"Thanks Gods, Nezuko managed to burn the poison with her Blood Art. But you're still seriously injured... focus on your wounds to stop the bleeding, okay? The Kakushi will arrive soon. Hang in there and stay with me, Tanjiro. Promise me?"

He stared at you for a few moments, taken aback by your pleas and your tears. They weren’t for your fiancé, but for him. He turned his face slightly, nestling his cheek into your warm hand.

"Always," he whispered, closing his eyelids with a faint smile.

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Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: You never had a dad figure in your life, but when you meet Sy, all of the sudden you had a man who was willing to be that role model for you. But all you have to do is let him.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: so, in case anyone remembers a sad little sob story I posted about how i was jealous because i didn't have a dad figure in my life, i turned it into an entire oneshot. Hopefully you like it. (also, I totally intended on not posting this until this weekend, but I suppose I am feeling generous today 😘 )

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You grew up in a female household. Your mother, your maternal grandmother and two of your aunts. No siblings. Just you and your favorite women in one house.

While it was amazing, there was one downside to it and you felt it deep in your heart: you always had this feeling you missed out on that fatherly type in your life. A role model, one your friends got for free and loved dearly.

You always wondered why your dad abandoned you to start another family elsewhere. Weren’t you fun enough? Weren’t you pretty enough?

Weren’t you enough?

Being dropped like that, you always felt more at ease with women. You weren’t necessarily afraid of men, but minding your own business and leave men be, was the easiest way for you to go.

However, you met Sy: the most amazing and wonderful man alive. Looking gruff and slightly terrifying at first, but once you peeled off that first layer, you were met with the most amazing and sweetest man you’ve ever encountered in your entire life.

He was a friend of your friend’s boyfriend and while you two instantly clicked, there was a certain hesitation. But Sy was patient and that patience showed you his character, because it took you months before you felt secure enough to let Sy in your life. You often joked that his parents did a splendid job with him.

But then you met said family. It was the first time you saw such a close family. Three older brothers who were all married with a few little ones, a loving mother and a father.

The type of dad you never had.

Falling into an old and safe habit, you found yourself gravitating towards his mother on family gatherings and sometimes a sister-in-law. You were civil with the brothers, however you always stayed clear from the dad, afraid that he’ll intentionally or unintentionally would hurt you the most.

‘You know,’ Sy offered through the phone, ‘you could call my dad.’

You were now staring at a flat tire and you knew that if you called a tow truck, you probably were gonna get ripped off anyway and you would sell a kidney to afford the change of tire. Naturally, you called your boyfriend, who could fix everything, but he was currently stuck at work and threw that one offer in the air that you really didn’t want.

‘No,’ you said, ‘I can handle this.’

So, after you hung up, you got to work. In theory, you could do it. You watched a YouTube video and you tried to fix the tire, but you lacked the strength and nearly found yourself sniffling on your driveway after many failed attempts.

Time went by and a car stopped in front of your driveway. You looked up, to see the infamous dad Syverson get out of his truck. ‘Hi kid,’ he said. He always called you kid when you arrived there.

‘Hi,’ you said, discreetly wiping away your tears. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Sy called me,’ he answered, ‘telling me you had a flat tire. I thought I’d drop by to ask if you need help.’

You sighed. ‘Of course he did,’ you muttered.

‘You mind?’

‘No,’ you said, ‘go knock yourself out.’

You found yourself watching him from a distance, while he changed your tire. He did every step in the tutorial you watched, but the thing was: he had strength, you didn’t.

‘You got something against me, kid?’ he finally asked.

You shook your head. ‘No.’

‘You barely acknowledge me when you’re over,’ he said. ‘Is it something I did?’

Yes. That’s the worst part of it all. It is something he did. It’s the way he loves his sons, their wives and the grandkids. It’s how he loves his own wife. It’s how he always greeted you with a wide smile. How he even got you a little nickname he hadn’t given to anyone else. It was you who was on the receiving end of the nickname ‘kid’, not the others.

‘No.’

He looked up and halted his work. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘Sy told me about your own dad.’

Of course Sy would share that sob story with his parents. ‘Right.’

‘Your dad is an idiot,’ he said.

‘True.’ You took in a breath and said: ‘I grew up around women. All I’ve known is female role models. Never had a dad-figure in my life. Guess I am just a horrible human being and incredibly jealous for seeing how others have a great dad and I don’t.’

‘That doesn’t make you a horrible person,’ he told you. ‘It makes you a normal human being. You know, I had a deadbeat dad. He barely was around and when he was, he ruined everything. I always promised myself that once I am a dad, I wouldn’t be like that.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Dads fix tires,’ he continued, ‘dads cook dinner. Dads pick you up from a night out. Dads teach you about life. Dads are there for you, whether you need them or not.’

‘Not mine,’ you whispered. ‘My mom always told me to do it myself.’

‘I get that.’

‘I was already doing an okay job with the tire,’ you mumbled.

‘True,’ he chuckled. Then he turned around so he was actually facing you. ‘You know, you’re dating my son, which makes you part of the family. You got a flat tire, call me. Your family needs some help fixing something? Call me. You’re family, kid.’

And you realized you hadn’t been acting like family. Instead, you always kept him at arms length, even when he tried to be family.

Tears burned in your eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be,’ he said. ‘I just want to be that dad-figure for you. All you’ve gotta do is let me.’ He smiled reassuringly. ‘And when you are ready for that, let me know. I’ll be right here for you, kid.’

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It had been three months since that conversation and a lot had happened. You were still dating Sy and ever since your little talk with his dad, it truly felt like you were part of the family now. Sy and you were closer than ever before, his dad and you were two peas in a pod. Turned out, you shared many similarities and he felt like that father figure you always wished you had. He came over to your family’s house and fixed a few things that needed fixing for a while now.

But dad Syverson still understood your wish of being independent and whenever he helped you out, he told you to watch and learn and sometimes wrote down a few tips too.

Today, you and Sy were going to a family gathering again and you could say that you were buzzing with excitement.

‘Sy, hurry up,’ you pleaded. ‘Your dad is gonna show me how to turn on the bbq, without losing your eyebrows.’

He chuckled. ‘I swear you’re always happier to see him than me,’ he joked. You leaned against his shoulder, before he said: ‘You know, honey, I love you very much.’

‘I love you too,’ you whispered. ‘And thank you, for ignoring my stubborn ass and called your dad that faithful flat tire day.’

Sy smirked. ‘Come on, you honestly think I would let you hurt yourself, because you’re my strong-willed sweetheart and doesn’t want to ask my dad for help?’ He pressed a kiss on top of your head. ‘I… I am glad you accepted the help. It made you happier in the end.’

Dating Sy meant gaining an entire family and to say it was amazing was a gross understatement. You said your quick hi’s to his brothers, the sister-in-laws and the kids, kissing Sy’s mom, before rushing over to the backyard, where you saw Sy’s dad.

‘There she is,’ he said with a wide grin and you launched yourself in his arms. ‘Finally some common sense in the building,’ he joked.

Sy joined you not too long after, hugging his dad and he said: ‘I’ll be the first Syverson to sit through a bbq lesson from my dad.’

‘You guys never listened?’

Dad shook his head. ‘Kid, you’re the first one who voluntarily has signed up for the bbq lessons from dad Syverson,’ he told you. ‘Are you ready?’

You smiled and nodded. ‘I was born ready, dad.’

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