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Luminous

☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader

☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp

☼ Count: 9k

☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink

☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.

☼ a/n: This was written for Sol’s (jamaisjoons) collab event ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ and my prompt was ‘watching fireworks.’ Uhhh this idea was originally very different and then I started thinking about tentacles and now here we are 🥴🥴🥴 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

☼ Banner made by the absolutely amazing @jamaisjoons (who did such wonderful work on it and I hope the fic lives up to the beautiful banner she made me 💕💕💕)

You let out a small contented sigh as you slip your feet into the water. This is your favorite place in all of Busan, this hidden little jutty of rock just off one of the smaller, less popular beaches, more popular among locals only. You’ve spent more time than you can count out here hanging out with your friends, passing the time and using the salty sea breeze to help combat the heat of summer. You’ve been out here plenty on your own too, just like how you’re out here alone right now.

The sun’s dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly turning an inky black. The perfect backdrop to what’s going to happen soon and the main reason you’re out here at all to begin with rather than at home. The summer festival is happening and once the sun disappears, the sky will be decorated with fireworks, and you and your friends discovered years ago that this is the best spot to watch them, unobstructed and no one around to fight for seats.

You kick your feet idly in the water, enjoying the warmth of it as you lean back on your hands as you watch the last few rays of light slip away. You wished your friends could’ve made it though. But Namjoon was stuck in the city for work and Taehyung was out with his girlfriend at the festival. A brief feeling of sadness overcomes you because you had been planning to go with Taehyung and his girlfriend and your own boyfriend as a double date. Until he dumped you a week ago over text because he’d moved to the otherside of the country and apparently was nothing like the man you met since he didn’t even have the balls to break up in person.

You suspect that there was a lot more than his flimsy excuse of it’s just not working and long distance is hard. It most likely has something to do with the new girl that you’ve been told about that has shown up on his socials.

For what it’s worth, Taehyung and Namjoon both offered you company but you waved them off. Namjoon’s job opportunity is much more important and as much as you love Taehyung and his girlfriend, you didn’t particularly feel like being third wheel to their (normally adorable and heart warming) love.

You think this is better anyway. It’s peaceful out here. The smell of salt being carried by the breeze brings a myriad of memories that all bring a smile to your face and it’s easy to forget about the hard things in this moment. It’s healing to be out here. As much as it sucked that you got dumped, you can’t be too upset. You saw the cracks forming the more he opened his mouth and talked, if he hadn’t done it, you likely would have been doing it soon anyway. You let your head fall back, letting your eyes slip closed as you simply enjoyed this. You should tell the others that you all need to make another trip out here soon.

Plus you’d come much earlier when the sun was still high and swam some. Using the ebb and flow of the ocean to erode your worries and stress. Then you’d sprawled out on your beach towel on your rocky perch and let the sunset dry your skin before you slipped back into your shorts and tank top and allowed the peacefulness to swallow you.

You startle slightly when there’s a loud, echoing boom and color flashes across the sky. You’d been lulled into such calmness and had almost forgotten why you were out here to begin with. You watch the sky passively, watching the occasional flash of color and shapes as the firework people warm themselves and the crowds up. You know the real show won’t start for at least another 45 minutes, knowing the tell by the fact that there’s still the faintest of traces of blue on the horizon.

Your feet continue their idle movements in the water, until something slick brushes the bottom of your foot and you scream on instinct, quickly jerking your foot free from the water. You back up an extra foot from the edge, to the safety of the blanket that you spread across the rocks, just as an extra precaution. You’re sure that whatever touched you was probably just seaweed. Maybe a plastic bag or some other trash that someone carelessly threw into the ocean. But anything touching you in the water when the water is nothing more than an inky black expanse is enough for you to decide that’s enough soaking for the night.

Just as your heart rate is returning to normal, something slips over the edge of the rocks where you’d just been sitting. It gleams in the moonlight, silver, smooth, and shiny, as it makes a cursory probe at the edge, like it’s looking for something. It’s probably no thicker than your thumb and you deliriously wonder if octopi are even capable of coming up on dry land, let alone the reason why one might be coming up right now. Though the longer you stare at it, the more you realize that it’s far too smooth to be from an octopus, completely devoid of the telltale suckers.

You shuffle a little further away. You really don’t want to move too quickly, not if you don’t know what it even is and if it can follow you or how fast whatever it is. But your slight movement only seems to catch it’s attention and to your growing horror, it lashes out almost faster than you can see and wraps itself firmly around your ankle. You scream again, because aside from that, there’s really very little you can do out here all alone with it on you.

Any attempts to free yourself prove futile, the slender appendage is far stronger than you would’ve expected from such a jelly-like creature. It gives its own experimental tug, one that pulls you marginally closer to the water before you once again scramble backwards. It lets you and that just serves to freak you out more.

Then, a few more tentacles appear over the edge of the rock, watering dripping and spreading out around them and then there’s a… hand? You frown as a seemingly human hand, if perhaps a little ashen looking, plants itself on the rock right alongside the tentacles. The fingers flex for a moment before something, somehow even more surprising, appears. A fairly human face, or at least up to the eyes as that’s the furthest it raises, peaks up over the edge, gaze quickly zeroing in on you. Your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes meet and its pale silver eyes gleam like its tentacles. It’s hair is wet and slicked back and, though the locks are currently water logged and a few shades darker, it’s clearly also a similar shade of silver as its tentacles and eyes.

Another hand joins the first along the edge of the rocks and for a moment it doesn’t move at all. You stare at it, you know it’s definitely bigger than an octopus now. You don’t think you could take it. It’s dead silent aside from the gentle lapping of the waves and you’re terrified to move for fear of what it’s going to do to you. It gives the slightest of tugs on your ankle and when you don’t budge it finally lifts itself from the water.

You try to back away again, but it’s grip keeps you in place and you let out a startled scream when another tentacle darts out to wrap itself around your other ankle. The… monster… sits on its knees at the edge for a moment after pulling itself from the water.

It, he?, looks almost perfectly human. Skin a dimmed golden shade, frame small but packed with lean muscle… apparently well endowed in human terms. You jerk your gaze quickly away when you realize just where you're staring. Your life is on the line, now is not the time to to fucking ogle the monster and think about if he can get hard like a human and if it possibly gets bigger. You force yourself back to his face, cheekbones prominent and lips plush as he seems to be looking you over as well, though his gaze continually seems to dart behind you, brows knitting in confusion.

His eyes appear almost human except that it doesn’t seem like he has a pupil, silver swallowing the whole of the iris. It’s slightly disconcerting. His tentacles shift behind him, drawing your attention to them finally. The ones not on you shift behind him restlessly, never seeming to settle. A thin one drapes itself on his shoulder before slithering across his skin to the other side, forming a strange sort of living necklace. It’s hard to pin down an exact number with them constantly moving, but there seems to be a lot and they seem to come in primarily two sizes, thinner ones like the one draped around his throat and wrapped around your ankles and thicker ones easily the width of 3 or 4 fingers, you try very hard not to compare their girth with what you had glimpsed between his legs.

You’re trying to formulate a plan to get away when there’s another boom of a firework, bathing everything pink for a moment. And what you’re certainly not expecting is for the way the monster startles at the sound. The tentacles around your ankles tighten almost painfully and then before you can completely comprehend what’s going on, you’re being pulled closer to him. Once you're close enough, he’s leaning down over you and you squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of what’s about to happen but positive that it’s unlikely to be good.

But nothing happens and as the seconds stretch, you slowly peek an eye open. His face is almost directly above yours, but it’s not you that he’s looking at. Instead, he’s studiously scanning your surroundings, looking tense and on edge. When you glance at the way that he’s leaning over you, you realize that he seems to be almost… protecting you? Which only serves to confuse you more.

Deeming there to be no immediate threat, his gaze turns down to you and you freeze now that you're faced with him this close. He blinks down at you before his lips part and he makes a strange sort of clicking sound, but you’re more focused on the sharp teeth revealed when he makes noise. Definitely sharp enough to tear into you and eat his fill.

“Please don’t eat me,” you squeak out, hands coming up to cover your face.

There’s silence for a moment before a deep chuckle sounds from him. You peek between your fingers at him and there’s a smirk stretching his lips.

“Oh, I have met your kind before.” His voice is soft and surprisingly melodious given the higher pitch the clicking was.

You can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “My kind?”

His lips twitch and he tilts his head. “Humans. Are you not human?” He pushes himself up slightly to inspect you again. “You do not appear to be one of my kind.”

“There’s more of you?”

His gaze darts around. “A few.”

You swallow, about to speak again when another firework goes off. He startles above you and drops closer once more, body pressed firmly to yours as he glares around, trying to discover the source.

You’d laugh at his constant startling if your throat wasn’t suddenly so dry. His chest is every bit as firm as it looked and you can feel every shift and ripple as he looks around. It’s incredibly distracting. Why did the monster have to be hot? You squeeze your eyes shut again. You should not be thinking about how it’d feel to touch the monster with your hands. Or how other parts of him would feel.

He shifts off of you slightly. “It is safe for now.”

You blink your eyes open, frowning at him. “Safe? What are you talking about?”

His head tilts and he reminds you of a confused puppy. “Do you not hear the loud noises?”

A giggle slips out and that seems to perplex him further. “No, no. I do. It’s just… Have you not been around here before?”

“I have always lived here.”

“Have you… been on land before?”

His brows pinch and there’s the slightest of flushes coloring his cheeks a deep blue-gray. “I come up here every year.”

“How have you not heard them before then? They’re just fireworks.” You see the streak of a new one and point to it quickly, drawing his attention to it just before it reaches its peak and explodes in a sparkling cascade of gold. “They’re for entertainment. They’re not dangerous.” You pause. “Okay they are. But not at this distance. The only people who could possibly be in danger would be the ones firing them.”

“Fire… works?” He mumbles, sitting back on his haunches as his face remains tilted towards the sky even though the phosphorus has long since burned out. “Will there be more?”

You slowly push yourself up, cautious of what he might do but his focus remains firmly upwards. “Yeah, they’ll keep shooting some singles off for a little bit longer then they’ll start the big show.”

He says nothing else and you wonder if you can use the time to slip away before you realize that he still has two tentacles wrapped around your ankles. There goes your chance for escape. At least he doesn’t seem interested in eating you. Yet.

Another firework goes and you watch his eyes widen as he follows its trajectory up until it stops in an explosion of color and sound. But you’re far more taken watching the childlike glee on his face and the way the colors gleam on his skin and tentacles. The colors add another level to his already stunning looks, making him look far more ethereal and angelic. He grins as he watches and he looks much less like a terrifying monster. Though you worry what will happen once the fireworks stop and there’s nothing to distract him. Maybe when the real show starts he’ll be so engrossed that you can slip yourself free of the tentacles and make a quick and quiet escape.

You shake your head, looking away and up at the sky too. There’s nothing much you can do right now with their grip on you still too tight, so you might as well also watch the show. The fireworks are slowly starting to increase in frequency and he seems to squirm in excitement the closer together the pops of color come.

“Do you have a name?” You ask suddenly, looking back over at him. Maybe you can text Namjoon or Taehyung and tell them that if you disappear to look for something with that name. Probably Taehyung. He’d be more likely to believe that you’ve been taken by a monster than Namjoon. He’d probably ask if you’ve drank or smoked anything. Get too drunk camping once and claim that bigfoot tried to kidnap you and you never get believed again.

He doesn’t answer right away, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge that you spoke. But then his lips purse and he looks over at you for a moment. “Jimin.”

“Jimin?” He bobs his head and turns back to catch another firework going off. “My name’s Y/n.” You murmur, unsure if he’s even interested.

It hurts a little that he didn’t seem interested in you back, but you suppose that you don’t know whatever his monster customs are. And you really shouldn’t look too deeply into why it hurts that a monster doesn’t seem interested in you. That should be a good thing. It means you have a better chance of getting away.

There’s a long break in the fireworks and Jimin’s lips push out into an adorable pout as he turns to you with sad eyes. “Is it over?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s actually just getting ready to get started. Now it’s the big show. You thought it was good before. Just wait.”

He gives a simple nod and turns back to the sky, content to wait patiently for the rest. Silence descends on you both and you feel like you should be more worried about the tentacle monster sitting in front of you. But Jimin seems harmless enough, he certainly hasn’t tried to eat you or anything and that’s certainly got to count for something. He seems far more interested in the fireworks than in you now anyway.

You’re just starting to relax when something cool and damp brushes the skin of your lower back. You freeze, back stiff as whatever it is tentatively touches the warm skin before slithering further up your shirt. You bite down on the urge to scream, you don’t want to startle Jimin again. Just because he was protective before, doesn’t mean that a scream coming from you would produce the same result. And before you can twist to see what is crawling up your shirt, the tentacles around your ankles slide a little further up your legs, ends timidly probing along your flesh as they go.

Another tentacle, one of the thicker ones, slides across your arm, wrapping once around your wrist and nestling the tip into your palm. The cool sensation is bizarrely familiar and it takes you only a moment to realize that whatever crawled up your shirt a moment ago is another tentacle. You’re about to speak when a thin tentacle trails up your arm to rest against your shoulder, gently tracing your jaw and neck.

You swallow. “Um, Jimin?” All you get is a hum in response. Does he not realize what’s going on? “Jimin? What’s happening?”

Either your words or tone finally pulls his attention to you and when he sees his tentacles wrapped around you, he flushes a pretty blue. He scoots away, working to encourage them to release you, but this time of year they always have a bit more mind of their own. He makes an irritated clicking noise when they don’t move.

The one in your hand seems to respond to his sound though you’re not sure if it’s the way he wanted it to or not but it tightens around your wrist slightly before becoming… slicker?

You look at it, a weird mix of horror and maybe a little arousal. Maybe you shouldn’t have watched so much hentai when you were younger. You look back up at Jimin, at a complete loss. “Jimin?”

Jimin looks incredibly embarrassed, burying his face in his hands and making more distressed clicking noises. Probing tentacles aside, he looks adorable all flustered like this. A few of his tentacles wrap around his wrists and shoulders, patting his skin soothingly but that only seems to make him more distressed.

The tentacle at your back has reached the tie to your bikini top beneath your shirt and is prodding at the knot with interest. You don’t know what to do to stop the distress you can practically feel coming from Jimin. The tentacle in your hand squirms slightly, drawing your attention back to it. You swallow, sneaking a quick peek at Jimin as you do the only, seemingly illogical, thing you can think of right now and you close your hand around the rowdy tentacle and squeeze.

The result is instantaneous and certainly not what you had expected. Jimin moans. So then even if he’s not in control, he can still feel through them. Interesting to know. Jimin’s mouth hangs open for a moment before his gaze is meeting yours and you suddenly feel like maybe that was the wrong thing to do.

There’s simmering fire in his eyes as he tries to speak as calmly and evenly as possibly. “I told you I come here once a year, correct?” You nod and he continues. “I come here to mate.”

You blink at him, mind completely blanking out. “M-mate?” You hate how high your voice sounds.

He nods, sending a glare at the tentacles touching you. “When I saw you here, I had assumed you were one that I have spent the mating period with before.”

“Fuck, did I ruin your hookup?”

“Hookup?”

Your body heats with embarrassment. Maybe if you ask nicely, Jimin will let you go drown. “Whoever you were supposed to meet here. Did they not show up because I was here?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I did not have plans. But sometimes if someone is near they will stop by. If they are not, I can take care of myself.”

The image of Jimin splayed out on the rocks by himself, tentacles sliding across his skin, wrapped around his cock, drawing more of those noises from him shoots straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your hand accidentally tightens around Jimin’s tentacle again, drawing a gasp from him.

“I apologize for not warning you sooner. The fireworks distracted me but it appears that it did not distract them.” He gestures to his tentacles. “Give me a moment and I should be able to free you so you can leave.”

His eyes slip closed and your gaze drags over him, startling slightly when you realize he’s started to grow hard too. You feel crazy that the first thing you think is how badly you want to touch.

This is such a bad idea, but before you can stop yourself or second guess, you’re speaking. “What if... you didn’t though?”

Jimin freezes, but the tentacles seem to grow more restless at your words. Another thick one stretches the distance between you both to rest against your thigh, slicking your skin wherever it touches.

“You do not know what you are saying.” He grits out.

The tentacle in your hand squirms and you give it a small squeeze, maintaining eye contact with Jimin as you do so you get to fully enjoy the shudder that ripples through him. “I um, think I have a pretty good idea what I’m saying.”

He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. You didn’t think it would be so hard to convince a tentacle monster that you wanted him to fuck you. This was by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. For all you know, he could eat his partner afterwards. If you live past this encounter, no one would ever let you live it down. If they even believed you. Your gaze drops involuntarily back to his cock and you find that he's fully hard now. And it’s almost a little intimidating how big he is, longer and thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. You don’t think your fingers would be able to wrap around the girth. But any apprehensions you think you’d feel normally are nowhere to be seen, all you feel is overwhelming want. You want to try to fit him, to feel the burn as he stretches you out. You want to taste and you want him to absolutely ruin you.

Unsure of any other way to convince him that you do want this, you switch tactics. If you can’t convince him with words, you’ll just have to show him what you want. You release the tentacle in your hand, though it keeps itself wrapped around your wrist, and move to remove your shirt. Seeming to know your plan, or maybe just through a stroke of luck, the tentacle that has been exploring your bikini top seems to have discovered how to undo the ties and as your top hits the ground beside you, your top slips to your lap.

His eyes dip to the scrap of fabric in your lap before they trace slowly back up, expression worryingly blank. You belatedly realize that this might not even be a good signal to him that you do want this. You don’t know what others of his kind look like, if any of them look anything like you. For the most part, he looks human enough, you’d think that maybe this was enough, that maybe this is at least sort of familiar to him. You feel suddenly self conscious, this was such a dumb idea. You really shouldn’t let the horny brain lead. You’re just about to cross your arms to cover yourself when the tentacle that had been on your thigh slithers up your stomach to sit between your breasts.

You glance at Jimin and his eyes seem darker, jaw clenched tight. His tentacles seem to grow more agitated behind him and the ones around your ankles tighten to tug you closer, both to your surprise and apparently also Jimin’s. He flushes, staring down at you with wide eyes as your thighs come to rest against his.

The tentacle on your chest squirms and Jimin’s gaze drops to watch. Your gaze drops too, intending to look at the tentacle currently writhing around on your chest and smearing slick there but you only make it halfway. Because Jimin is now fully hard, thick cock curving up towards his belly and the sight of it has you enraptured. He looked big when he was still soft, but now fully hard, or at least what you assume is fully hard, he looks positively massive. The skin of his cock is the same muted tan of the rest of him, the tip almost blue-gray, close to the color his cheeks turned but deeper in color, and it’s leaking more silvery looking fluid. You wonder if it’s the same thing that is leaking from his tentacles.

Jimin shudders and it takes only a moment for you to realize that the reason is because a thin tentacle has wrapped itself around the base of his cock. It makes you want to touch too. So tentatively, you reach out, gaze flicking between his cock and his face to gauge his reaction and giving him more than enough time to pull away.

He watches your fingers brush against the tip, dragging a smear of slick further down the shaft but he makes no move to stop you. He lets out a shaky exhale and, emboldened by the noise, you wrap your fingers around him. Or you at least try your best to because his girth keeps your fingers from meeting.

Jimin makes a rumbling noise and then there are two more tentacles massaging at your thighs, working their way up until they meet the edge of your shorts. They only probe along the fabric for a moment before slipping beneath and continuing their exploration towards the apex of your thighs. They trace the edge of your bikini bottoms before one of them presses against your pussy through the thin fabric.

You gasp and Jimin’s gaze is back on your face, attention wholly focused on you as his tentacles press again, but this time with a little more pressure. One happens to brush past your clit and you jolt, a moan slipping from your lips and the tentacles seem desperate to recreate that reaction as they narrow their focus to your clit.

Jimin groans again and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, his tentacles all stilling for a moment. He waits until you look up at him. “Are you sure? It will be harder to stop once we start. Are you positive you can handle it? I do not mind spending the time alone.”

It’s sweet how concerned he is about you. But now that he’s started, all you can think about is being fucked by him while his tentacles play with every inch of you. You squirm back slightly and he seems to take that as rejection, if the flash of disappointment you catch on his face is anything to go by. You quickly undo your shorts, tugging them down your legs, assisted by his tentacles once they reach your ankles.

He swallows and you watch as the tentacles from your ankles relocate to your thighs to keep you spread wide as the two that had been in your pants resume their work on your clit, now free of the hindrance of cloth. You bring your slick fingers to your mouth and keep eye contact as you lick them clean. It’s salty like the sea, but rather than the bitterness of cum, his has a hint of sweetness to it. It’s slightly addictive.

He stares at you for a moment and then he’s making another clicking noise and the tentacle that had been around your wrist unwraps itself and slips between your legs to join the other two already there, though it bypasses your clit to circle your dripping hole instead.

“Needy.” He coos, though you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or his tentacles. Maybe both.

He shuffles in close again, seemingly content to just watch his tentacles play with you. You whine, you like the feel of his tentacles, but you want him to touch with his hands and lips too. You want more. Maybe the needy was directed at you after all. He glances up at your noise, watching the way your mouth drops open as his tentacle finally wriggles it’s way into your pussy. It’s firmer than you expected from touching it, but still much more malleable than a cock would be. But it’s softer nature allows it greater freedom to explore your walls as it moves slowly in and out of you, certainly a different experience for you but you definitely can’t find it in you to hate it when it can reach all the right spots inside of you easily.

You reach out, grabbing the first part of Jimin you can grab, his arm, and tug him insistently down on top of you. He complies easily, seemingly curious as to what you want. You wonder if he’s ever kissed a partner before, if that’s something that his kind does. You hesitate and Jimin immediately notices, head tilting in curiosity.

“What is wrong?”

You’re gasping before you can formulate your question, the tentacle inside you having quickly found your g-spot and is now making sure to rub it with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Jimin’s head dips down and his nose rubs against yours.

“Are you okay? I have never been with a human and so I am unsure of what might hurt or bring pleasure. Please tell me if they are hurting you.”

He looks so sweet and it makes your heart stutter a little. You tilt your head, capturing his plush lips in a kiss. They’re warmer than you expected, giving the cooler temperature of his tentacles. It takes him a moment of inaction before he seems to catch on to how to kiss back. He makes a small noise when your tongue brushes his lips but he easily parts them for you. His sharp teeth skim your lip and it leaves you gasping into his mouth. He seems pleased with the response and he trails his lips across your jaw and down your neck.

“You did not answer my question.” He murmurs, teeth gently teasing the skin of your neck, mindful of their sharpness.

His tentacles are driving you mad, bringing you so close to your orgasm but seeming to know exactly when to slow back down to draw it out even longer. “What… question?” You gasp out.

“Are you okay?”

You’d scoff if the tentacles around your clit hadn’t started circling in tandem, winding the coil in your belly tighter. “So… so okay… Fuck, Jimin, are you sure you’ve never been with a human before?”

He pulls away from your neck enough to look down at you, a pleased smile stretching his lips. “I have not. Am I doing good?”

You nod enthusiastically, hands tangling in his hair to pull him back in for a messy kiss. He makes a pleased sort of clicking noise in the back of his throat and his tentacles speed up. And this time when your orgasm draws near his tentacles keep their speed rather than slowing again and you cum, back arching off the blanket as your pussy convulses around the tentacle. His tentacles continue their ministrations and Jimin pulls away to stare down at where his tentacle disappears inside you with wide eyed wonder.

He groans as he watches with rapt attention. “Does it do this every time?”

You squirm, oversensitivity quickly setting in as his tentacles refuse to let up. The borderline painful feeling robs you of words to tell him to slow down and give you just a moment to breath. The tentacle inside of you swells and then everything grows a little slicker as Jimin chokes on a gasp. You struggle to reach out to grasp any one of the tentacles, to just lessen the sensations ravaging your pussy just a little, but before you can even make contact, another tentacle is wrapping around both wrists and dragging them above your head.

“J-Jimin, please…”

Jimin pays you no mind, tentacles working faster under his focused gaze and it doesn't take long for you to be thrown into a second orgasm, though it feels almost like the first one never ended. You cry out, much too loud even if the beach is seemingly deserted right now. You shudder as your orgasm crests and Jimin’s tentacle seems to stiffen inside you before you feel suddenly wetter and stickier and full. The tentacle slips out of you after a few weaker thrusts and a small gush of thick liquid follows and the tentacle suddenly seems much less enthusiastic than its counterparts. Fuck, did that mean…?

“Jimin,” you whine, waiting until he finally tears his gaze away from your dripping pussy. “Do… do your tentacles cum too?”

His head tilts in confusion. “Come?” He thinks for a moment before realization seems to overcome him. “Ah. Do you mean do my tentacles also release?”

Embarrassment creeps over you. Something so clinical shouldn’t have you aching to be filled again when you just came twice and apparently already filled. You nod shyly.

“Yes. They also release. It is to give the best chance of a successful mating.”

You swallow, eyeing the tentacles behind him wearily. “Do they all have to?”

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “They do not. Only the big ones release. And from those, they do not all release every mating.”

You feel equal parts relieved and disappointed, though you know that you should probably question your disappointment. But you’ve already come this far, no reason to start questioning your potentially bad decisions now.

He tilts his head. “Does it bother you? They do not need to do it near you if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You choke, unsure how to respond for a moment. This whole situation should really terrify and appall you. But you only find yourself growing hotter at the idea of being used by his tentacles and covered in their cum. You chew your lip before giving a small nod.

His eyes trace over your face before he seems to light up and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Does the thought of that arouse you, sweet? I must admit, most of my previous partners were less than enthused about that aspect of mating.”

You groan, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands in shame but Jimin’s tentacles keep your hands studiously bound above your head. Even his own kind didn’t like it. Why were you so weird? He giggles, leaning down to brush your nose with his own. His face is set with a kind smile, but his eyes still dance with mirth and lust.

“I find it very arousing that you like it so much. Tell me what you are thinking about, sweet.”

To punctuate his words, another tentacle slips between your legs, rubbing along your sticky slit. You moan and Jimin’s eyes shine with fire. “I… was thinking about you fucking me and filling me up and leaving me all messy.”

He smirks. “I can do that, sweet. Just ask.”

“Jimin, please, fuck me… Fuck, ruin me…”

Jimin’s grin turns positively feral, sharp teeth on display. And for a moment, fear ripples through you as Jimin looks truly like a monster for the first time since he’s surfaced. But then his tentacles shift around him, eager for their chance to touch. Jimin shoos the thick tentacle away from your pussy, the ones around your thighs assisting him in situating you how he wants. He runs the tips of his cock through the mess left there by his tentacle and a pleased chirp leaves him.

“You are already so full. Do you think you can take more?” He purrs.

You nod and his cock presses against your entrance. He presses just the tip in and he stretches your pussy more than the tentacle did. You gasp, breath robbed from you as the stretch borders on too much. But Jimin seems to sense it and pauses with just the tip inside, allowing you all the time to adjust to his massive cock.

Jimin’s hands skim up your thighs, the tentacles resting passively on your clit once again coming to life and the jolt of pleasure has you squirming on Jimin’s cock. His hands rest on your hips, gripping them with bruising strength to keep you from moving. You whimper at the casual display of strength, at the way that he seems to not even be trying to hold you still while his tentacles slowly circle your clit to get you to relax.

Two other tentacles slip up your body, pressing against your breasts and kneading at the flesh experimentally. The sensation is different, while the tentacles don’t have the surface area the way a hand does, they are capable of moving in ways a hand simply can’t. They grope at the flesh, exploring and testing the limits. One brushes past your nipple, causing you to gasp and suddenly both are on the pebbled buds, playing with them to draw even more noises from you. Their motions mimic the motions on your clit and pleasure sparks across your body once again.

The tentacles shift slightly, long bodies draping down the sides of your breasts and then they press the mounds inwards, forcing the flesh together around the tentacle still resting on your sternum. Jimin grunts at the sudden pressure around his tentacle and your gaze drops to watch with fascination as the tentacle starts to thrust into the tight space, silvery tip gleaming with each press through.

Your pussy clenches at the thought of it slipping a little further up and into your mouth, of tasting that salty, sweet slick from the source. A high pitched noise sounds in Jimin’s throat as his hips stutter forward at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and you moan as he slips a little further into you, stretching you just a little more. Now though, the stretch makes you ache for more, the burn finally passed with the aid of the tentacles playing with your clit and nipples and slowly pulling your pleasure back to the surface.

You really need him to be completely inside of you and when you dig your heels into his ass to try to get him to move, he seems hesitant. His tentacles, however, seem more than thrilled at the idea and more than happy to help you in your pursuit. The ones around your thighs tighten and pull you closer, until Jimin is buried to the hilt in the clutch of your pussy. The noise is filthy, the mess from his tentacle spilling out around his cock to smear on your thighs and drip down your ass.

Jimin goes rigid when he’s fully inside you, eyes trained on where you’re joined. He seems transfixed by the sight of your cunt swallowing down every inch he has. Your whine has his head snapping up to look at your face, drinking in the way you’re moaning. The tentacle between your breasts slips a little further up, tip bumping your chin once before it’s shifting to your lips. Your tongue darts out, swiping through the salty fluid. Jimin shudders, hips flexing where they press into you and you let your mouth fall open for his tentacle to slip in.

Your tongue swirls around the tip and it squirms, pushing in further than you expect and causing you to gag. It pulls itself from your mouth with a pop and you frown at it’s loss before shifting your gaze to Jimin, who seems to be glaring at the tentacle like it did something wrong.

“Jimin?” When he looks at you, you give him an amused smile. “It’s okay. It just takes me a minute.”

His head tilts but the tentacle makes its way tentatively back to your mouth, hovering until you open again for it to slip back in. It goes a lot slower this time, keeping its thrusts shallow. You hum encouragingly, tongue pressing and massaging the underside as it moves and the tentacle slides a little deeper. You gag only slightly this time, much more prepared now, and after a few thrusts you grow used to the intrusion and it can slip just a little bit more down your throat.

Jimin watches for a moment before groaning and then he’s pulling his cock out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. You moan around his tentacle, noise muffled as it delves further down your throat. It stays there for a moment and the lack of oxygen has your head start to spin. Your hands twitch where they’re still bound above your head, but before the real need for oxygen comes and you have to try to alert Jimin that you need to breathe, the tentacle is pulling out, switching to shallow thrusts while you get a quick break to breathe. The sudden rush of oxygen has you feeling nearly euphoric and you can only hope that the tentacle does it again. When you whine around it, it pushes back into your throat and the rest of the whine is muffled by it’s girth.

Jimin’s fingers flex against your hips as he watches and feels how much of his tentacle slips into the waiting warmth of your mouth and with a moan he starts fucking into your pussy with a quick pace. Your hands grab at the tentacle binding you, needing something, anything, to ground yourself as Jimin fucks you senseless. You feel wholly overwhelmed at the way his cock fills you, the way the tentacles swirl around your clit, your nipples and breasts, at the way the one in your mouth begins to stiffen up.

The tentacles shift on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh once again before pinching at your nipples. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth and it gives a shudder before flooding your mouth and throat. You choke slightly, jerking your head slightly at the sheer volume being released into your mouth, far more than you can handle. Spit and cum drip from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to swallow and the tentacle pulls itself from your mouth before it's finished, painting the lower half of your face even more in its silvery essence. Jimin’s eyes gleam at the sight, seeming to become even more frantic with his thrusts.

“J-jimin…” You whine, voice rough from use. You’re not entirely sure what you’d finish that statement with.

“You are doing so well.” He coos and the praise has your mind going fuzzy. “You look so pretty like this.”

He reaches up, sliding a hand through the mess on your cheeks before letting his hand drag the mess back down your body, leaving a shiny trail down your throat, in the valley between your breasts and across your stomach. He slams in particularly hard and you cry out, voice echoing across the empty beach and ocean, much too loud but you no longer care.

Jimin glows golden, the light haloing him and your fucked out mind is sluggish to make sense of the sudden color change. Then you remember why you were out here to begin with and you make the connection just as the resounding boom of the firework follows just after the shower of color. The fireworks show must be finally starting because the next second Jimin is bathed in blue, then pink.

But as quick as your attention was taken by the colorful shadows splashed across Jimin’s beautiful face, it’s taken back as he shifts suddenly, hands leaving your hips to push your thighs together as he continues to fuck you. Your calves come to rest on one shoulder and Jimin uses the new position to fuck you even harder.

Something slick drags along the crease where your thighs are pressed together and a second later a tentacle is pushing into the tight space. Your skin tingles where it presses into your skin and with every thrust it makes through the tight press of your thighs, it bumps the tentacles on your clit. Jimin presses a kiss to your leg and you feel the breath leave him as his tentacle speeds up and he hisses.

The sensations are nearly overwhelming, to the point that you almost miss the new slim tentacle kneading the flesh of your ass. It delivers a pinch to the skin that leaves you gasping and you’re much more aware of it as it runs along the seam of your ass. You squirm, or at least attempt to, because between the tentacles restraining you and Jimin’s firm grip on your thighs, you’re left nearly immobile as you get fucked. The tentacle slips a little further up, gathering some slick before it’s dipping back down to prod at the tight ring of muscle of your hole.

You shudder and if you could move, you’d press down onto the tentacle, force it to fill you because you need it as much as you need Jimin’s cock in you. “Fuck, please, don’t tease…”

Jimin’s face is set in concentration and you don’t think he heard you, except a second later the tentacle breaches your ass. You moan, glad that it was a smaller one to start. It thrusts tentatively, growing bolder as your noises raise in pitch and then a second slim tentacle is joining, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to thrust in counterpoint to the first.

Jimin’s thrusts slow, his head tilting back as he pants. He looks like a sculpture, so beautiful that it aches a little. Something that people should look at and marvel over. A moan slips past his lips as the tentacles in your ass speed up a little, taking some time to also shift apart and spread you open even more.

“You… are endless…” Jimin breaths out. It sounds reverent.

The tentacles slip from you and you have no time to mourn the loss before they’re being replaced by one of the thicker tentacles. The stretch hurts a little, but with so many other things happening to your body at the same time, you’re quickly distracted from the ache. The tentacle stills anyway, allowing you time to adjust to its thick girth.

“You are so full of surprises.” He says, head dropping forward once more to let his gaze rake over your shuddering figure.

The tentacle in your ass thrusts in response to Jimin’s words and when you don’t indicate any pain, both pull out and thrust roughly back in. The tentacle between your thighs and in your ass thrust opposite Jimin, keeping you full and stimulated when Jimin pulls out.

“Please… Jimin please, fill me up, you said you would…” You feel slightly delirious with need, every thrust of his tentacle adds extra pressure to your clit and you feel so close to cumming, teetering on the edge.

Jimin gives you no verbal response, only that of him pressing your thighs together a little harder. A few more thrusts of the tentacle between your thighs has you clamping down on Jimin’s cock and the one in your ass as you cum, body shuddering as the tentacles and Jimin continue to thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, vision nearly whiting out entirely as your orgasm slams into you. The tentacle between your thighs lasts only a handful more thrusts before its stiffening and releasing, splattering your chest, belly, and thighs in the silver cum. It gives a few weak final spurts before slipping back through your thighs as Jimin parts them once more.

His cock twitches as his gaze falls over you messy form, the normally silvery liquid lighting up in splashes of color with every new explosion that happens above you both. He’s never seen a more beautiful sight. One of his hands lands on your thigh as the other bats his tentacles away from your clit, an action that you're grateful for for only a moment because he quickly replaces them with his fingers. You arch and cry out, jerking your hands with enough force that you seem to startle the binding tentacle and it releases you. Your hands wrap around his wrist, tugging futilely at it to get him to let up.

You moan his name desperately, trying to squirm away from the sensation as his tentacles keep you held close as he continues to fuck you through your overstimulation.

“Can you do that for me one more time? You feel so good when you do that, sweet.”

You whimper. You want to say no, that it hurts a little and that you really don’t think you’re capable of another orgasm. But the pout he wears stops you and you find yourself nodding without even thinking about how you’re going to get past the too much feeling currently overwhelming your body.

Jimin gives you another feral grin, eyes roving over your figure as his fingers work quick circles around your clit. For no experience with a human, he’s an incredibly fast learner. He seems to know your body better than your ex had and the two of you had been together for almost 2 years.

The tentacles on your breasts move to collect some of the slick covering you, smearing it around your nipples as the pinch and play with them, the slick adding a new layer of feeling to the actions.

“Come on, sweet.” Jimin purrs as his cock seems to swell ever more and the tentacle in your ass starts to stiffen.

Another rough thrust and a few twists of his fingers and you’re cumming again with a cry of his name. Your pussy and ass convulses around him and Jimin lets out a series of clicks and chirps as he finally cums, flooding your pussy and ass with more silvery slick. There seems to be a never ending stream from his cock and after a few moments, pressure on your lower stomach makes you look down, groaning at the sight of your slightly distended belly.

Jimin makes a contented noise, rubbing gently over the swell. “You would look so beautiful swollen with my children.”

His cock gives another twitch and a feeble last spurt of cum and Jimin and his tentacles seem to deflate. His chin presses to his chest as he takes in slow, deep breaths. The tentacles all slowly slip from your body and you mourn the slight warmth you lose. Another few moments pass and then Jimin is gingerly pulling his cock from your abuse pussy and gazing over your whole body with almost reverence.

You feel too exhausted to do much more, but you can feel his cum dripping from you, forming a puddle beneath your ass. At least you're next to the ocean for easy clean up. If you had the energy to do that. Maybe in 5 minutes… Or an hour. You can’t even feel your legs right now. You’re pretty sure you’d just drown.

Jimin stretches out beside you, arm coming to wrap around your middle, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it lands in a mess. You blearily realize that his tentacles seem much smaller now too. His head tilts and you realize that he’s watching the fireworks again. Like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you ruined for anyone who comes after him.

You watch in silence for a while, endeared by Jimin’s ohs and ahs as he discovers new types of fireworks, the different shapes and effects that can happen.

“Jimin.” You call softly. His nose brushes your shoulder in response. “Will… Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

Jimin pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at you, frown marring his pretty face. “What is it?”

You fidget, suddenly hating that you’re naked and still covered in him. You glance over at the water.

“Do you wish to go in, sweet?”

It’s an easy out and you don’t feel strong enough to ask the real question yet, so you give him a simple nod. He grins, scooping you up and gracefully sliding you both into the water, arm wrapped tight around your middle to keep you afloat.

Colors flash around you as you stare into Jimin’s eyes, every color reflected there as well. Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He lets out a surprised noise and then giggles when you pull away.

“Do you wish to go again?”

Embarrassment fills you and you shake your head. “No. Um…” You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Will I see you again?”

Jimin’s face is unreadable for a painful stretch of time, though you’re sure it’s only a few seconds before he’s grinning. “I find myself quite taken by humans. I could certainly use a guide.”

You grin back, pecking him again. “First lesson, when humans like someone and want to spend time with them and go on dates, they give them kisses.”

He hums, giving you a kiss of his own, just a little deeper than yours. “I think I quite like kisses.” Then he grins and it’s full of mischief. “I think fireworks are my favorite though.”

You snort, prodding him with a finger. “You sure it’s the fireworks you like?”

He makes a thoughtful noise before nodding. “They make you luminous, sweet.”

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fatui-gf · 3 years

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Childe x Dom!Reader

this work will contain femdom, slight bdsm, bondage, light degradation and overstimulation, so if you're uncomfortable with any of these, don't read!

the reader IS NOT Lumine or Aether, they are an adventurer from the guild but have no relation to the protagonists of the game, they are over the age of 18

Everyone knew Childe as somewhat of an unpredictable and dangerous man. He was quite the problem childe, easily ending up in fights, getting a kick from danger. That's what really got him excited, the uncertainty if he'll even make it alive. Always ignoring all of this pain, sometimes even enjoying it which he wouldn't like to admit.

But he felt something special, something more while fighting with you. There was something so alluring about the way you would move and gracefully use your weapon of choice while still remaining gentle about it. He could see that you never wanted to hurt him, even though you knew he was trouble and a fatui, not the guy to be trusted.

As the days went by, you've developed an interesting relationship. Childe would surprise you when he got the time, taking you out to eat or just have fun in the city, always being the one to pay for everything, of course. Gods, this man loves spoiling you.

Slowly, this turned into a friendship but you wondered if this could turn into something more. He would sometimes make dirty jokes or some suggestive remarks but never something that would make you sure that he's into you. He looked like a player after all, he was quite hard to decypher.

This day, you were in your apartment in Liyue, you've just finished cleaning yourself up after getting done with the commissions for the day when you saw a familiar man's face looking at you through the window, standing on your balcony as if this was normal behavior.

As soon as he saw you, he started tapping on the glass, wanting to be let in. You sighed and opened the balcony door. He just laughed nonchalantly

"Hey girlie, long time no see" he said with a smile on his face.

You wanted to ask how he got up there but then realized that it might be better not to. You shot him a small warm smile.

"Are you bored again or injured from. a battle?" you asked.

He laughed "Not this time, I wanted to be better and was more careful this time, for you. But I can see that you like acting as my little nurse though, huh? Do you really love me this much?" he giggled softly, teasing you.

You felt warmth on your cheeks. Again not being obvious, this man... Trying to hide your initial response, you just rolled your eyes and sat on the bed. He followed, still not taking his gaze off of you. He rested his hand against his cheek with a grin. He looked so adorable, it was hard to believe that he was a fatui harbinger.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about you lately. You have no idea how much I've dreamed about those hands of yours around my... I meant to say, your hands intertwined with mine"

Wow, was he bold. You didn't know how to interpret this but you've had enough, all of this teasing and remarks, it drove you insane at this point. You firly grabbed his chin, positioning it so that he would look directly at you. There was no turing back from this point. You could see his eyes widening from surprise and a pink flush appeared on his face.

This boy was so caught off guard and damn, did he look absolutely adorable like this.

"Playing rough with me, girlie? Just don't be surprised if I bite back" he teased you again.

He truly was a one hell of a brat. It filled you with excitement, how endearing it would be to tame him.

"As I expected from a dog like you, all you ever do is bark and threaten to bite but as soon as I'd raise my voice, you'd turn into a puppy".

Childe felt his length harden in his pants. You could notice it too but focused on his embarrassed expression.

"I'd like to see you try, make me" and so he provoked you.

You gently pushed his shoulders so that he fell on his back on the bed. You started to kiss him deeply while undoing his shirt and tossing it aside.

You could see all the healed scars on his stomach as well as two pink nipples. You gradually made your way to them, sucked and bit on them resulting in a few moans escaping Chile's mouth.

You then unblucked his pants, paying attention to his glowing vision. It looked so pretty glistening in the rays of setting sun. You gently put it away, trying not to damage it and just wondered if using it in some form to play would be too much. You then used his belt to tie him to your bed.

"Confident, are we?" he laughed, his blue eyes staring at you from underneath his long eyelashes.

"I'm just doing what had to be done since long ago, you're always talking, always looking like the cocky guy but truth be told, you're just a little bitch when someone finally knows how to handle you properly".

You could see him gasp, probably never been told something like this before. But saying that it didn't arouse him would be a lie.

"Then turn that little bitch into your bitch" he winked at you.

You removed his pants and looked down at his bulge. You slightly poked it with your foot, slowly stroking it which made him breathe more heavily, a few moans escaped his lips. You kept going as you took off your top and later your bottom, keeping only a beautiful new lacy lingerie. You wanted to just feel fancy today, chilling at home feeling confident in yourself with this new set on but it turned out to be so convinient.

He practically could eat you with his gaze, he loved how it looked on you, you looked like a goddess. You then pulled down his underwear, allowing his dick out, it was pink and very erect, leaning towards his stomach. You placed your hand on it, caressing it with your fingers and you could feel the precum on them. You looked at them and then at Childe and put your finger in his mouth, making him taste his own precum. Due to the humiliating nature to what you've just done, he would like to admit that he got off to the taste of himself but he did. He closed his eyes and sucked on it. He looked so desperate.

You went back to touching his member, picking up on the pace and put a few fingers inside his ass. This made him moan the loudest and you could see his eyes get a little bit teary.

"Y/N please-" he somehow muttered between the moans.

You were practically milking him at this point, going rough with no mercy.

"Please what? Use your words."

He felt so embarrassed but managed

"Please make me cum, please- I feel like I'm so close, I will do everything to you, I'm your personal slut".

It was hard to believe that Tartaglia would say such explicit things in this manner. You then stopped which was met with a displeased groan from Childe.

"You have to earn it".

His eyes sparkled as you unblocked his hands.

"On your knees".

He complied and stepped from. the bed to then kneel right in front of you, his cock painfully twitching. He moved his hand to your thighs getting high of the smell of your skin. He wanted you. So bad. At this point he felt like a bitch in heat, lost all of his self control as he spread your legs open, his tongue basically automatic, going on your clit. It took you by surprise that the harbinger knew what he was supposed to do right away.

He was skilled or maybe just the heat got to his head so much that he tried his best. This didn't really matter though because anyway it felt so good. Not only did you make such a dangerous man get on his knees but also serve you. You were truly special and he had masochistic desires but let's just focus on you being special.

He kept going with all his might while also caressing your thighs. You felt the pit in your stomach growing as you grappled his hair and pulled on it. You came right on his face.

"Such a good boy..." you whispered.

You then tugged on his hair again and placed him below you. You then took your panties and placed them on top of his dick. Childe gasped. You then proceeded to stroke him with the lacey panties right on top of his length.

"I wonder what the other fatui would think of this pathetic image. Tartaglia, the great harbinger getting jerked off with panties as he pants and moans like a slut. You're so embarrassing" you teased him which finally brought him to his climax.

Sharp breaths accompanied his moans. You tossed the cum stained pa tied away, will probably make him wash them later. You then placed yourself right on his cock and started moving.

"No! Wait, you can't do that i-it's- fuck.... It's too sensitive!" he exclaimed breathily.

You kept on going as he basically screamed underneath you.

"Fuck, this hurts so much that it's good" Chile's eyes practically rolled back, he was such a mess, teary eyes, drool rolling down his chin.

But he was your mess, your adorable boy. You kept going as you felt him cum again, feeling his warm semen filling you as he gasped and moaned and groaned. You touched his cheek lovingly, wiping the tears with your thumb. You got closer to him and placed a lot of kisses on his face. He was wrecked, in a good way.

"Soooo... does that make us, like, a thing?" you asked while looking away. You really did fall for him and didn't want it to be just purely sex. You wanted more of him.

He pulled you closer, putting his shaky hands in your hair as he gave you a peck. "Does that answer your question?"

You cuddled him, holding him very tightly and close, making sure he stays with you. You both fell asleep like that, curled up together. In the morning when you woke up earlier than him, you made sure to make breakfast for the both of you. It felt so warm and domestic. Childe felt like home to you.

Author's note I had to move blogs because I wasn’t satisfied with it being a side blog, I wanted to keep it as a main so if you’ve seen this ff before, that’s why! Also, this is my first fic so please don't be too harsh on me dhdhjdnd. I'm posting it at 5am for me because I couldn't sleep so I'm sorry if I missed any typos, feel free to correct me! And I hope you liked this little scenario, pls share your thoughts about it with me 💗

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candycityy · 3 years

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Hii, Candy! For the Drabble Challenge, 12 and 19 😊

(You can also read this on AO3!)

Newlywed bliss, Levi decides, is sort of like a bubble. Or a vacuum, pick your metaphor.

You get so caught up in the sheer wonder of the whole situation, of shared touches and delirious smiles and and waking up with the love of your life sprawled unglamourously beside you, open-mouthed and drooling and just thoroughly adorable, and your heart swells and you can't think and you forget that the world hasn't stopped spinning on its axis for you and you alone.

In other words, Levi pleads insanity.

So when Petra walks into the drawing room one day with a frozen look on her face, one that's equal parts terror and bewilderment and something else that he can't quite discern, he doesn't know what to think. And then she says it.

"Levi," she says, "I'm pregnant."

Just two words, and his world is upended. He think Petra says something after, but he doesn't hear her; blood roars in his ears, his breath is stuck in his throat, and for the first time in his life, he finds himself shocked into utter silence.

And he realises, that third emotion in her face that he hadn't recognised earlier: it's happiness. A wild, fierce joy, a bewildered and terrified joy, but a joy nonetheless.

His head spins, and he feels, incomprehensibly, the urge to lie down. "Pregnant," he echoes. His voice is hoarse, ragged. "Petra, that's..."

He trails off. He doesn't know what to say. Incredible? Ridiculous? Impossible? Petra seems to recognise the tumult in his thoughts, though, because her expression shifts into a kind of defensive stubborness. As if by instinct, her arms curl over her still-flat abdomen, protective.

"Look," she begins, "I know we hadn't planned on this so early, but if you're thinking of—"

"No," he says. His voice is harsh, decisive, and he takes a small step towards her. "I'm not. Petra, I'm sorry, I was just...surprised. I wouldn't...ask you to hurt it. I would never."

She swallows. Her gaze searching, tentative. "Then...you're okay? You're not mad? Or upset?"

"I don't know how I feel," he says honestly. "I don't know shit about being a parent. Maybe I'll screw it all up, I don't know that either. And I'll be real, this is fucking terrifying." Petra laughs. The sound is like broken glass.

"But," he takes a step towards her, "I know I'll try my damned hardest to protect it. Give it a good life. I mean..." His eyes never move away from her stomach. "It's our baby."

His voice cracks on the two words, and that's all she needs. She almost falls into him, sobbing and laughing all at the same time. "Levi, I'm so scared," she whispers. She sounds dreamy, incredulous; enchanted. "A baby. We made a baby."

Levi's never been sure of anything; his life has been a maze of choice, of possibilities, of maybes and what-ifs. But as he stares down at Petra, her arms still wrapped around her middle, he feels a surge of something fierce and unfamiliar in his chest, something almost painful in its acuteness, and he knows, without a doubt: he would die for this stirring of life that drifts, still blind to the world, in his wife's womb.

The first time he tells someone, it's entirely by accident.

They're all hanging out in the lounge, like most nights; they haven't told Erwin, and Petra reckons it's better to wait a little, just in case. Eld and Auruo are bickering away as usual, and somehow, the topic turns to one of their colleagues, who recently put in a request to switch to the Garrison after his wife became pregnant.

"I mean, I get why," Eld says, his lip curling, "I just don't get how. Sitting around on the walls, getting drunk and playing cards all day...I'll never understand."

"Your fiancée might like that, though, wouldn't she," Auruo taunts. The other man rolls his eyes.

"Aria knows I'll never leave the Survey Corps. I plan to live till the ripe old age of seventy and die in a blaze of glory as Supreme Commander, thank you very much."

"Supreme Commander isn't even a title, you ass," Gunther goes from across the room, looking up from his book. "But pregnancy...that's a whole lot of responsibility, isn't it? How do you just go off and risk your life every day, with a kid waiting at home for you?"

Levi's stomach churns suddenly, his dinner threatening to make a reappearance, and his face suddenly feels very hot. He fights to keep his expression carefully blank, but Petra's eyes catch his, narrowing with concern.

"And that's how you ruin a life. Congratulations," Auruo concludes wisely.

"Hey," Petra retorts sharply, "that's not true. Being a dad doesn't mean your life ends, you know. You can still be a soldier, and fight, and everything."

Auruo leers at her. "It's different for you, Pet. Mothers have options...but fathers, they gotta provide for their families, woman. Dying...leaving your wife and kid to fend for themselves...it's not done." Eld and Gunther nod agreement, and Petra makes a face, muttering something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like, 'sexist cows'.

Levi doesn't know what possesses him in that instant. His throat is dry, and he's so lightheaded he feels numb, almost disembodied. He stands up abruptly, and announces, "Petra and I are expecting."

The silence that follows is palpable, thick enough to choke on. He can feel Petra's eyes as Auruo begins to sputter apologies and retractions—"I only meant—but of course, you wouldn't die and leave your kid alone, captain! You're humanity's strongest, after all! You'd never..."

He's still stammering away when Levi turns on his heel without a word, and walks out of the room.

The candle in his room has melted into a stump of wax when Petra finds him, later that night.

"Hey," she says softly. She's changed into her nightgown, and her hair, still damp from the showers, tumbles into the hollow of her collarbone. In the dim light of the candle, she looks pale and fragile; hollowed cheekbones, shadowed eyes.

Something deep in his chest wrenches, and he opens his mouth, only to find that no words come out. But she seems to understand his expression; of course she does, she always does.

She walks over to the window, where he stands, staring out of the window, and wraps her arms around his back. They're so nearly the same height that it's a comfortable position for them, her face pressed into his shoulder, her hair brushing the curve of his cheek. They stay there for a few moments in a comfortable silence, just relishing in the wordless companionship.

Petra isn't a patient person by nature. But by now, she knows him; knows how the thoughts whirl insistently in his mind at the height of his emotion, unwilling to settle into the dust. So she waits, her warm breath reassuring on his neck, her heartbeat strong against his back.

He finally exhales. "Do you think they were right?" he asks. The words sound unnaturally loud in the silence of the night. When she doesn't reply immediately, he goes on, "I could...you know. I could join the Garrison, too, or the Military Police. Or leave the military. I could do other things. Erwin would understand, he'd help—"

"No." The word cuts through the room. Gently but firmly, Petra turns him around to face her. The moonlight casts her in silver, turning her into something luminous, ethereal—almost otherworldly.

"Levi, I love you more than anything in this stupid world." Her expression is fierce, intent. "And I won't let you do that. You belong here, in the Survey Corps. And I do, too."

"But just say—"

"I'm not fragile, Levi," she shoots back, her eyes burning with a familiar fire. "Sure, maybe I'm not strong the way you are, but I'm strong enough. I'm not saying I'd be okay if you died—of course I wouldn't—but I'd survive, and I'd keep our child alive, too. And I believe you'd do the same."

Something breaks in him, then, like the shattering of a glass, and he looks up. Petra is glaring at him with those burning eyes, and in that moment, she's so alive and beautiful, the love of his life, the mother of his unborn child. The realisation makes him stagger. He's never felt so complete; he's never had so much to lose.

Feeling as though the weight of the world sits on his shoulders, he nods.

Petra's answering smile is a promise, golden and honeyed and full of light. She draws him in tighter.

"Trust me," she whispers. Her presence is warm, solid, comforting. "Everything will be all right."

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softestavengers · 3 years

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I Just Feel You (Wanda x Vision)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Vision Warnings: None Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Marvel or it’s characters.

Description: Vision can’t seem to get his mind off of the Mind Stone. Wanda figures out a way to get him to loosen up a little bit.

A soft, luminous glow quietly peeks through a pair of thin curtains, illuminating a quaint little bedroom where a young couple lay inside atop a large king-sized bed. The two stay curled up together, the woman drinking from a steaming mug and the blond man, a carbon-based synthezoid underneath the human form, flipping through the pages of a book, much too quickly for any human to read.

Wanda, the red-haired woman, leans her head against her lover Vision’s shoulder. Vision peeks down at her for a moment, a smile gracing his lips that failed to meet his eyes.

“Vis.” Wanda sighed, reaching her hand up to rest on Vision’s cheek. “What’s wrong?”

Vision knew better than to lie. Even if he tried, Wanda could read him. She would know either way. He hesitated slightly before speaking. “The stone.” he stated, his hand reaching up to touch it. “It keeps trying to get my attention. To speak to me, perhaps. I just wish I understood what it was saying.”

Wanda ran her tongue against her upper lip, unsure of how to respond. Vision had been worrying over the Mind Stone in his forehead for a few days now, and his insistence on knowing what it was about was beginning to concern her. What if something really was wrong? What if something was happening to her beloved boyfriend?

No. That couldn’t be possible. It wouldn’t be. Wanda shooed the negative thoughts from her mind, and slowly lifted her hand to Vision’s forehead. Wisps of scarlet magic transferred from her fingers and into the stone.

Vision squinted slightly at the feeling of Wanda’s energy flowing through him. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze into hers. “Do you feel anything? What do you see?” he inquired in a rushed manner.

Wanda shook her head. “I just feel you.” she murmured, placing her hand on his cheek. “You and only you.”

Vision sighed, taking her hand in his. “Perhaps I am overthinking this a bit too much.”

Wanda slowly ran her fingers down to his shoulder. “You always have been analytical, Vis. Perhaps you get that from the one who made you.” she smiled softly.

“Mr. Stark wasn’t the only one who made me. Technically it was Ultron who-”

Wanda cut Vision off with a soft kiss to his lips. She didn’t want to hear that name. Not now.

“What you need, Vision, is to relax.” she grunted, flopping back against the pillows. “Get your mind off of things.” she grabbed the back collar of Vision’s shirt, pulling him backwards down onto the pillow. Vision let out a slight yelp, making Wanda laugh. She’d never heard such a sound from the android before.

“Do it again!” she exclaimed, turning to face him. “That was precious.”

Vision tilted his head. “What was? The sound of surprise I just made?” he furrowed his eyebrows when Wanda nodded. “Humans are so strange. They find amusement in the smallest things.”

Wanda shook her head. There he goes again. She brought her hand up to Vision’s cheek, slowly gliding downwards. “Maybe you should try it sometime.” she hummed.

Vision ignored her statement and closed his eyes, melting into the feeling of Wanda’s touch. He lived for these moments, laying side by side with his lover in the calming silence of their bedroom. It felt nice to share a home, away from it all. Away from the responsibilities of keeping up with the world’s dangers. Away from being an Avenger.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, odd sensation starting from his neck to his shoulder, where Wanda had continued to glide her fingers down. Vision flinched back, his eyes shooting open. Wanda recoiled as if she had touched a hot pan.

“Vis? Are you okay?” Wanda grabbed his face. “Is it the stone again?” her eyes were laced with worry.

Vision shook his head. “No darling, not this time. But the strangest thing happened, I felt the most peculiar feeling when you were touching my shoulder.” he gestured to his shoulder before touching it with his own fingers, trying to check for any abnormalities.

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “What kind of feeling? Was it painful?” she reached forward, pressing into the space between his neck and shoulder, red magic surrounding her hand as she tried to examine the area.

Vision flinched back again, grabbing Wanda’s wrist. “It happened again. It’s still happening!” he rubbed at his shoulder, trying to rid himself of the feeling as Wanda’s magic began to wear off. He was surprised to look up to a grin on Wanda’s face.

“I think I know what’s ailing you, Vis.” she stated matter-of-factly, tilting her head to the side as she gazed at him with adoration.

“What is it?” Vision inquired with worry. He shifted slightly, sitting up as he waited for her response.

“You might be a bit ticklish.” she replied, unable to hold back a giggle. “It’s nothing to worry about, really.”

Vision raised an eyebrow. “Ticklish? That’s not possible.” he scoffed. “I highly doubt I was created with such human-like weaknesses.”

Wanda bit back a smile. “I beg to differ. And I have all the evidence I need, right here.”

Her eyes began to glow a brilliant red, and Vision was shocked to feel himself weighed down against the bed, unable to get up.

“Wanda, dear, what are you doing?” he gasped, straining as he tried to sit up. His eyes widened when Wanda settled himself above him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“Helping you chill out a little.” she replied, her fingers quickly beginning to dart over Vision’s sides. Her boyfriend squirmed beneath her, letting out a yelp as he tried to process the sensations. Wanda decided to play it gentle for now, realizing it would be cruel of her to subject Vision to a tormenting round of merciless tickles when it was something he was brand new to.

So, she kept her touch light as she scribbled and scratched at his torso. Her smile brightened when finally, after a few moments, giggles began to flow from his lips.

“Wanda! Whahat is this?” Vision managed to wheeze out. He fought with all his might against the magic that held him down, but much to his dismay, Wanda’s powers nearly exceeded his own.

“Don’t ask questions! Just have fun!” Wanda tsked, bringing her assailing fingers up to the spot at his neck. Vision scrunched up his shoulders, losing his words in immediate laughter.

Wanda giggled along with him, her heart soaring with joy at her newfound discovery. She slowed her tickling down slightly, just for a moment, to try and focus on Vision’s thoughts. She could read his confusion, but also his joy. She decided to keep going.

“Who would’ve thought? Big, strong avenger being reduced to a pile of giggles and I barely have to touch him.” Wanda smirked as she began fluttering her fingers over Vision’s neck again, sending him back into a fit of giggles. Vision felt his face grow warm, and a pink tint rose to his cheeks. His legs began to kick out in a futile attempt to break through the magic he was trapped by. This continued for a few minutes, Wanda exploring and attacking every sensitive area she could find.

“Okay! Okahay!” Vision eventually sputtered out, bringing his hands up to shield himself. “You win, mercy, uncle, whatever it is!” he technically didn’t need to breathe, but his sides were beginning to cramp from all the laughter.

Wanda immediately let up, lifting her magic from him as well. Vision flopped back against the bed, feeling like all of his energy had just been drained from him.

“Y’know, for such a sweet woman, you’re sure evil.” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “Why would anyone want to subject themselves, or anybody else, to such a torment?”

“You had fun.” Wanda grinned. “I could tell.”

“Lying to yourself.” Vision shook his head. “Keep telling yourself that.” he suddenly shot his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Wanda jumped in surprise, her eyes beginning to glow as she anticipated retaliation.

Vision raised an eyebrow. “What? You think I’m one who finds pleasure in revenge?” he asked, resting his chin against her shoulder and looking up at her sweetly.

Wanda blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I just thought, with how fast you were going-”

“Because that would be correct.” Vision cut her off with his fingers digging into her sides.

Desperate giggles immediately spilled from Wanda’s lips, filling their small bedroom. Vision couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.

These were the moments he wanted to remember most. No amount of avenging, fighting, or saving could ever top the precious time he had with his Wanda. She was his hope, his joy, his everything. Right now, they weren’t Avengers. They weren’t the strong, famous figures that the civilians counted on. They were simply Wanda and Vision, laughing and play fighting like any other ordinary couple would do.

And that was more than enough.

#wanda x vision #wanda x vision tickle #marvel tickle fic #marvel tickle #wanda maximoff #vision #avengers #avengers tickle fic #ler! wanda #ticklish!vision #lee!vision #ticklish!wanda #a sprinkle of ler!vision #sfw tickle fic

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sakurawarfare · 3 years

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Amidst the golden blossoms (Lumine x Childe oneshot)

Olah! I'm back~!

First off, thank you so much for all the likes and love that you've given for my first oneshot 🥺

I'm sorry for not posting anything new for almost a month and honestly, writing this one was a real doozy. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy it and again,

Thank you very much and have a nice day!

-Sakura

Exploring Liyue was certainly a challenge. Given how the terrain is a mix of tall mountains, wet marshes and winding paths that go over and under the surface, it was completely different from that of Mondstadt. Though of course, the monsters here were a lot tougher and certainly became a pain in the ass when all she wanted was to explore this new land.

However, Lumine would always marvel at how everything is so yellow here. In many of the worlds they had visited before, yellow always symbolizes joy and light. In Teyvat, it represented the Geo element, loyal and grounded as it painted the trees, leaves floating in the breeze and the flowers that bloomed almost everywhere she went, resonating with the power of Geo that once lorded over this vast domain.

Though perhaps, it was the color she was most of as it that reminded her most of her beloved brother.

The girl let out a sigh as the Ruin Guard finally collapsed, fading to blue dust as she continued on her afternoon stroll. Nearing the clearing, she noticed the golden spiral she had discovered just a few days ago.

She remembered how beautiful it had looked from afar as she first saw it atop the mountain near Guili Plains. It was fascinating to say the least, as she glided down to examine it even further. Unfortunately, she was interrupted by some hilichurls nearby that somewhat soured her mood. Even after that, once she'd activated the elemental monuments, she was ambushed by an Eye of the Storm that she disposed of with some difficulty given that she only had Fischl as her team’s archer.

Yet at this moment, it seemed that what truly caught her eye was a blot of orange and gray that stood out from the golden landscape.

Deciding to take a closer look, she slowly approached with her footsteps slow and steady. When the figure finally came into focus, she tried to ignore how her heart skipped a beat.

Standing there was no other than Childe, or rather, Tartaglia, the eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui.

She quietly ducked behind the rock near her, peering out enough just to see. What was he doing here?

Their last encounter had not been so pleasant. After all, she had to defeat him three times and even after that, she had to clean up after him as he decided to summon an ancient god in the midst of a temper tantrum and beat the crap out of countless of his lackeys.

Looking at him like this seemed weird, listless and silent. It was certainly different from the Childe she knew, given how she was well aware that underneath that boyish, annoyingly handsome exterior lay the fearsome spirit of a bloodthirsty warrior.

He was still staring up at the sky when she heard him speak. "Like what you see, ojou-chan?" Her eyes widened, somewhat startled. "You could take a picture you know, that way it'll last longer."

She clicked her tongue. There was no point in hiding anymore. She got up from her spot and strode near him seeing as he stood in the center of the spiral.

“So what brings you here?” he said with his usual, playful tone, a major difference from when he spoke during their final battle in the Golden House. His eyes were focused on her now, a smirk adorning his face.

“ I could ask you the same thing,” she huffed. She reminded herself to be on guard, after all this is the very same man who threatened to wipe out dozens of innocent people with zero hesitation.

He chuckled in reply. “Staying inside a stuffy bank the whole day just isn’t my style, you know?” He placed an arm on his hip and she noticed how the action made his top rise a little bit, giving her a peek of his well-toned abs.

He was a bloodthirsty warrior, yes, but an attractive one nonetheless.

He continued, “Plus, it’s amazing to see how different Liyue is from Snezhnaya.”

That statement certainly piqued her interest as she asked him with genuine curiosity. She was a traveller at heart after all. “Really? How so?”

Childe looked at her, somewhat surprised. She tilted her head a bit, somewhat bemused by his reaction until she realized the absence of caution in her words. “Shoot,” Lumine thought. “I-I mean-”

“ You know that there’s no harm in me telling you about my homeland, right?” he turned to her, crossing his arms.

She took a step back, “You can’t exactly blame me for not trusting you after you threw a whale at me. Twice.”

The girl was surprised to see him frown, eyes lowering a bit narrowing slightly.

Since when was he so emotional? Lumine thought this is definitely a big contrast to the Childe, or rather, Tartaglia, she was familiar with.

Although, she can’t deny that a part of her wanted to say sorry. It certainly wasn’t nice of her to treat him so coldy, especially now when he seemed to resemble the look of a kicked puppy. Sad but oddly cute. She immediately stopped her train of thought. She shouldn’t think that this man could be in any way adorable.

He sighed. “Then how about a spar? If you win, I’ll tell you all about Snezhnaya,” she noticed how his eyes gleamed at , “but if I win, you’ll share stories about your place.”

She blinked. “ I don’t see how this benefits you at all.” Given her time with Zhongli, she knows that there should be more to their deal than just stories.

He simply shrugged. “I mean I do get a good fight out of it and honestly, I’d really want to get to know more about you, ojou-chan.” There it was again, that impish, boyish smile that made her heart flutter slightly.

She put a hand to her chin, a vain attempt to hide the growing warmth on her cheeks. Although some part of her told her she certainly shouldn’t be fraternizing with the enemy, there was no harm in a little sparring session. After all, she had beaten him before and this also seemed like a good chance to know more about the Tsaritsa too, if she could figure out a way to worm it out of him.

She wouldn’t dare to acknowledge how her heart did a little dance at the thought of getting to know more about him though.

She gazed at him, the small smile from earlier returning. “Fine, we have a deal.”

That seemed to have cheered him up as he quickly ran to one side of the spiral with her following suit and taking her place on the opposite end.

Even as the sun began to dip in the horizon, she could see glimmer in his eyes, blue orbs glowing in the faint sunlight. There seemed to be no trace of his gloomy disposition earlier, and she could almost imagine him with a tail that swung back and forth, much like how a puppy would greet its owner.

She shook her head. She really should stop with the dog similes.

She was immediately brought back to the present when an arrow whizzed past her, the sound ringing in her ear. She tried to mask her surprise with a straight face, eyebrow raised as she summoned her sword.

“Hey, eyes on me ojou-chan,” she didn’t miss how his voice sounded deeper, huskier, almost like a low growl. Pushing that thought away, she rolled sideways to dodge the incoming arrows then lunged, quickly closing the distance between them.

She wasn’t surprised to hear the sound of metal and water clashing, as she tried to push against him. She was forced to jump back when he switched to a spear, slicing a wide arc in front of him.

He continued his offense, switching again to his blades this time. He gave her blow after blow, leaving little room for her to maneuver in. She parried his every thrust with her own strikes, matching his speed and power. Lumine scanned his movements, eyes calculating for an opening.

Just as she expected, he became more apparently irritated with her sticking to defense.

“Come on, it isn’t fun when-” Lumine quickly cut him off, releasing the Anemo energy she had secretly been building up with her other hand in front of her, making him stumble slightly as she pressed on with her own barrage of attacks.

Even as he stepped away, she made sure that the last swing contained a small gust of wind that managed to graze his cheek. As he caught his breath, she tried to mimic his own cocky smirk. “Eyes on me, Childe.”

She had meant to mock him for earlier but instead she heard him laugh, a sweet, melodious sound that resonated within her. A voice in her head kept reminding her to stay on guard, that she should take the first chance to strike back.

But seeing him like this, eyes filled with so much light and a wide smile adorning his handsome features, filled her with a sense of satisfaction that tugged at her heartstrings.

“Ojou-chan," his laughter slowly calming, "you are simply adorable."

Lumine felt her cheeks flush as the grip on her sword tightened. "H-hey!"

"Alright, alright." His laughter finally died down as she saw him return to his former stance, his predatory gaze set on her once more yet the smile never left his lips. "Let's have some fun."

Their battle lasted until the moon had settled in the sky, bathing the land in its iridescent glow.

A strike here, a hit there, the two exchanged blows with no hesitation. The young warriors fought amidst the golden flowers, filling the air with the sounds of their blades clashing as the yellow petals glided along with them.

Time was lost to the two as they continued in their own world, a dance that only they knew as they kept up with each other's paces, making sure to keep the other on their toes.

But as always, Lumine was once more the victor, her blade pressed closely to the Harbinger's nape, successfully trapping him underneath her.

He was panting quite loudly, his chest rising steadily against her own. "Fine, you win." He let his blades melt away, hands raised in defeat.

Lumine smirked at his surrender as she could finally focus on steadying her own breath, willing her sword away as she huffed.

"Though I've gotta say," his eyes peeked downward then back to her, "I didn't expect that you'd want to go for another round."

She raised an eyebrow in reply, continuing to stare at him in confusion. That is until she glimpsed in the same direction, finally noticing how her legs were straddling his hips as she sat on top of his stomach, the heat emanating from his body seeping into her.

"Ah!" She immediately scrambled to get off of him, trying desperately to mask the crimson that bloomed on her cheeks by sitting a few meters away. Though some part of her missed his warmth, the rational part of her brain shoved that way back inside the depths of her thoughts.

Lumine noticed from the corner of her eye that he was gazing up at the sky. Feeling her blush slowly dissipate, she moved a little closer.

"So, what do you want to know first?" He was lying down now, his blue eyes shining underneath the moonlight.

She laid down next to him, her back slightly tickled by the blades of grass underneath her as they both stared up at the sky in silence.

"Can you tell me about your favorite places there?" She faced him, trying to mask the enthusiasm in her voice.

"From what I can remember…" he muttered, "We had this huge marketplace in the center of the city where my father would always take me and my siblings to buy all sorts of trinkets and goodies for mother. Afterwards he'd take us to an old bakery that also sold Sharlotka."

"What's that?"

"It's this really fluffy cake with apples that melts in your mouyh while you eat it. The apples give it a tart, fruity taste that also balances the sugar dusting on top." He sighed. "Man, I should really make some sometime."

"Hmm, where else...Oh, we also used to go to this frozen lake just a few minutes from our house where my father taught me how to ice-fish." He smiled at the thought. "My old man would make a competition of who got the biggest fish, and he'd always say these really corny jokes just to make me laugh when I had a bad day."

"Those were definetly simpler times." He looked wistful as he spoke.

Noticing how his mood lowered, Lumine spoke in a teasing tone, "you sound just like Daddy's little boy.

He was quick to return her taunt. "On the contrary, I'm actually a proud Mama's boy," he smirked, "where do you think I got my passion for cooking?"

"Oh?" Playing along, she rolled her eyes. "So you're saying that your cooking tastes better than mine?"

"Girlie, I'm not saying. I know that I'd wipe the floor with just my own version of a Sweet Madame."

"I'd like to see you try, water boy." She laughed.

Their playful banter died down as they continued to watch the starry sky, the two basking in comfortable silence.

Childe was the first to speak. "Perhaps when you get there, you'd need someone who could show you around the city, maybe a few spots outside it too."

She smiled. "That does sound nice."

There it was. An unspoken promise that they would make plans to spend time with each other, not as Tartaglia and the Traveller, but as….friends?

She huffed slightly, friends was one way to put it. She was supposed to be wary of him, push him away and strike him down when the chance presented itself. He was a bad guy after all.

Yet somewhere in her heart knew that there was more to this man than his thirst for battle and his honey-sweet tongue.

"Lumine?"

"Hm?" Turning to face him once more, her eyes widen slightly at the foreign sight before her. For the first time ever, Childe's eyes looked unsure, perhaps even a little shy.

"Thank you for tonight." Never would she imagine that she would hear those words from him.

"What for?"

"It's been a while since I've shared something that wasn't work related…" he grinned, though she noticed it didn't reach his eyes this time, "I don't exactly have anyone to talk to about these things."

It finally dawned on her as she continued to stare at him, astounded at his confession. He was a lone soldier facing the world with nothing but his own strength to rely on. He was fierce and merciless, a force to be reckoned with.

Yet the Childe that she was talking to right now was the complete opposite. He was lonely. Vulnerable.

Lumine tried to speak, but she couldn't think of the right words to say. Instead, she reached out a hand to cup his cheek, breaking him from his stupor.

This was too risky. Too bold of a move that broke all the rules she had followed this whole time. Aether would warn her not to get attached for a traveller will never linger in one place for too long.

However, here she was stuck in an unknown world, comforting one of the most dangerous people in all of Teyvat.

"Well," she whispered, "you have me."

She expected him to laugh, to scoff at her and remind her that they were on opposite sides of a war. She thought he would pull away, and turn around to leave her there.

To her surprise, he squeezed her hand in his, relishing the warmth of her palm as he gazed at her with...Was that fondness? Were her eyes playing tricks on her or was his face turning pink too?

She squirmed underneath his stare. Why was she feeling so weird tonight?

Lumine couldn't stop a yawn from escaping her lips as she tried to fight off the wave of exhaustion that overcame her. Her whole body ached from their little skirmish earlier, on top of that she still couldn't make sense of all the emotions that swirled inside her head.

"Hey, stay with me."

Even though her mind screamed at her to move, her body struggled to do anything in her tired state. Her eyes were becoming heavier by the second as she struggled to stay awake. It didn't help that his voice sounded so calming, echoing in her ears until she was lulled to sleep.

Lumine opened her eyes as light illuminated her cozy room. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, confused as to how she ended up here.

She wondered why she felt warmer than usual when a red cloth fell from her neck. She pulled it away, finally recognizing it as the scarf that Childe always wore.

He had brought her here. He actually went out of his way to make sure that she was safe despite how late it was. The thought warmed her heart a little more than she would have liked but she welcomed it all the same.

The girl looked around, wondering just where her flying companion was, cheeks warming as she took in the scent of his scarf.

It reminded her of an ocean breeze, salty and strong, with a hint of lemon as well. Wild and full of energy, just like him.

She shook her head out of her thoughts. It was too early for her to be so sappy.

Though try as she might, she couldn't seem to wipe off the wide smile on her face as she looked forward to the day ahead of her.

#genshin childe #genshin impact #chilumi #genshin impact lumine #fluff #fanfiction

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love-and-monsters · 3 years

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Vampire Commission

M vampire X F human, 8,300 words.

This story was very kindly commissioned by @demigoddessqueens. She requested a story where her OC, Hazel, falls in love with a sweet vampire, with some angst and hurt comfort. There is also an NSFW version on her blog, so go and check that out! I hope you enjoy, and I am very grateful for the commission.

The castle stood at the base of a mountain, surrounded by pines. It was only a short distance from the rest of the town, a little more thana twenty-minute walk, but Hazel had elected to take a cab. It may not have been a long walk, but it certainly was a steep one.

Up close, the castle was no less intimidating than it was from a distance. It was made of dark stone, with great spires reaching upwards, as if in mimicry of the mountain it sat beneath. Despite the clear sky, Hazel almost expected lightning to flash and thunder to rumble as she stepped out onto the grounds.

The interior of the castle was somewhat less intimidating. The owner had apparently seen fit to modernize, so the main foyer was bright with electric lighting. The furniture looked old, made of dark wood and lined with tasteful golden touches, but it was clearly well-cared-for. The rug in the entranceway was deep red, the color bright and appealing. There was a regal air to the decorating, but it was a warm sort of regal, not uninviting.

A few other people milled around the entranceway. Presumably, they were the other members of the tour. Hazel moved to join them.

“That looks like everyone!” Hazel looked around to see a middle-aged woman with brown hair in a tight bun and a formal uniform. “Welcome all. I’m glad you’ve all been able to make it here and I’m sure you’re all excited to spend the night in this wonderful piece of history. Before we begin, I have someone to introduce you to.”

Hazel blinked. The man standing next to the tour guide had apparently just melted out of the shadows, moving so swiftly and silently that he almost appeared to be gliding. He stepped into the light like he was half expecting it to burn him, tensing subtly underneath the glow.

He was pretty, was Hazel’s first though. Long, black hair, pale, flawless skin, fine features, and strikingly golden eyes. He glanced around the crowd and gave a small nod of greeting. “This is the owner of the castle, Asterius,” the tour guide said. “He’s going to be your host for the evening.”

Asterius cleared his throat. “I am pleased to welcome you into my home.” His voice was low and smooth. A tingle worked its way down Hazel’s spine.

“Wonderful,” the tour guide said. “Now, first stop on our tour is the parlor. If you’ll all follow me?”

The tour moved through room after room, each one draped in tasteful finery. There were similarities in the style in each room, dark furniture, gold accents, and bright red splashes of color. The tour guide spoke hurriedly about the history of each location and of a few specific pieces of furniture.

“As you can see, this room was once used for balls, where the ladies and gentlemen of the day would meet their potential suitors,” the tour guide said as she led the group through an enormous room with a high, arched ceiling. Hazel examined a large painting over the fireplace. It showed a great garden scene, a man with long black hair bending over a flower bush, back toward the viewer.

“This is a beautiful painting,” she said. “When is it from?”

The tour guide stumbled a little over her prepared notes. “Oh, er, I’m not sure. Quite old, I would say. It’s been in this castle for as long as I can remember.”

“Two hundred and seventy-four years old.” The low voice made Hazel turn. Asterius was gazing at the painting, apparently unaware that he had even spoken. He caught sight of Hazel’s gaze on him and he ducked his head. “The painting has been hanging in this room for two hundred and seventy-four years.”

The tour guide gave a bright smile. “Thank you, Asterius. There you go. Now, if we continue on to the dining room, we’ll see-”

Asterius didn’t follow the tour for a few minutes, staring up at the painting. Hazel lingered with him as well. His eyes flicked toward her, catching her gaze and he stared. She gave him a warm smile before following the tour into the next room.

The dining room was enormous, with a long wooden table in the center. Ornate chandeliers lit the length of it and illuminated the gilded carvings on the wall. The deep teakwood of the table groaned under the weight of the feast that had been set out onto it.

The other members of the tour hurried to find a seat. The tour guide seated herself at the far end of the table and Asterius settled at the head of the table. Oddly, most of the other tour members seemed to shy away from him, picking seats closer to the tour guide. His end of the table looked rather lonely. Hazel sat in one of the seats next to him. He was even prettier up close. His cheekbones were as sharp as broken glass and his eyes seemed luminous. He gave her an uncertain look, but didn’t ask her to move away.

Dinner was a spectacular feast. It was all old-fashioned food, each different plate explained by the tour guide. Roast pork, roasted potatoes, some sort of lamb stew- Hazel found herself eating all sorts of things that she never had before.

There was lively chatter at the tour guide’s end of the table, but Asterius’ end was quiet. Hazel took another bite of food, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t appear to be eating. There was a glass of wine in front of him, but he seemed more interested in swirling and sniffing at it than actually drinking from it.

“Not hungry?” Hazel asked. Asterius’ gaze shifted to her, apparently startled he’d even been spoken to.

“No,” he said. His voice was softer up close, and strangely shy. He didn’t seem fully capable of looking her in the eyes.

“It’s good food,” Hazel continued, trying to keep the conversation alive. “But I suppose you’re used to it, since you live here?”

An odd expression flicked over Asterius’ face. “Not really,” he said.

“Only for special occasions, then?” Hazel asked, gesturing to the feast.

“Something like that,” Asterius said. He’d turned his attention more fully toward her, golden eyes flicking over her body.

“It’s an amazing place to live,” Hazel continued. “You do live here, right?”

“For a long time,” Asterius said.

“A long time?” Hazel repeated, peering into his face. “You can’t possibly be older than mid-twenties. How old were you when you purchased the castle?”

Asterius’ mouth twitched like he was repressing a smile. “I’m older than I look,” he said, then laughed. It was surprisingly warm and gentle and something in the pit of Hazel’s stomach jumped. Asterius caught sight of her and his hand jumped up to cover his mouth. “What?” he said from behind his fingers.

“You look nice when you laugh,” Hazel said. Asterius ducked his head. His skin was as pale as ever, but Hazel wouldn’t have been surprised to see him blush.

“You’re not local,” Asterius said. “You’re not from this country, are you?”

Hazel shook her head. “French Canadian. I’m on vacation right now. Old European architecture is really interesting. There’s nothing like it back home.”

“I suppose it would be interesting to someone who’s never seen if before,” Asterius mused. “It’s quite normal to me. I would be interested to see what your home looks like. I’ve never left the country.”

“You’ve never traveled?” Hazel asked. Asterius shook his head.

“The idea of traveling makes me a little nervous,” he said.

“Fear of flying?” Hazel asked. Asterius gave another quiet laugh and again, when he realized that he was laughing, he covered his mouth with a hand.

“Something like that.” Even with his hand over his mouth, Hazel could still see his eyes crinkling in a smile.

Dessert was served, and though Asterius didn’t partake in that either, he seemed at least more comfortable with the conversation. “Have you been enjoying your time here? I know that the castle does not always seem hospitable to guests.”

“It’s been nice here, actually,” Hazel said. “Very comfortable.”

“I’m glad,” Asterius said. He smiled again, eyes soft. “If there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable, let me know.”

Hazel beamed at him, which seemed to fluster him into another strange not-blush. “Thank you.”

After dinner, the tour guide led them up into one of the two castle towers. Hazel hung back, walking with Asterius. “It’s a nice tower,” he said. “Possibly the best one in the castle. Excepting mine, I suppose.”

“Maybe I could see it some time,” Hazel said, nudging him teasingly. He looked so startled to be touched that he seemed to completely skip over the innuendo. There was something unbearably adorable about how flustered he seemed to be. Hazel giggled as he focused on the stone steps.

“All of the towers were built well over three hundred years ago,” he said, apparently casting about for another subject. “They’re in quite good condition, despite that.”

“Everything in this castle seems well-maintained,” Hazel said. “It’s a beautiful place.”

It might have been a trick of the flickering light, but Asterius’ chest seemed to swell with pride. “Yes. It is.”

The tower was just as richly decorated as the rest of the house, and the bed Hazel was shown to was wonderfully comfortable. Asterius hovered for a bit until he was assured that she was comfortable, then he swept back out into the rest of the castle. Hazel watched him go.

Sleep came fitfully to he during the night. Asterius’ shy smile kept creeping into her mind, and the new location wasn’t helping with her sleep. She managed to catch a few hours before the tour group was roused again for breakfast.

Hazel had been looking forward to seeing Asterius at breakfast again, but he was conspicuously absent at the breakfast table. She kept an eye out for him, head popping up every time she heard the door open, but he never showed.

By the end of breakfast, a flutter of worry had started to form in Hazel’s stomach. The rest of the tour group headed for the castle grounds, for a tour of the outside, but Hazel slipped away from them.

She worked her way through the castle. Fortunately, she remembered most of the layout from the tour, and was able to navigate with relative ease. Hurriedly and carefully, she worked her way toward the other main tower of the castle, where Asterius lived.

Eventually, she managed to find her way to a small room with a laundry hamper and an old-fashioned washing machine. She was just about to move on when something it he shadows shifted. Hazel squinted at it. The shape seemed to melt into the shadows, but she could just make out its long black hair and tall, slender form. “Asterius?”

He whirled toward her. Now that he was out of the shadows, Hazel realized that he was completely shirtless. The skin of his chest was just as pale as the skin of his face and she could see the slight definition of his muscles shifting as he stared at her. “Hazel?”

“I’m sorry,” she said. A part of her thought it was indecent that she wasn’t removing her gaze, but she really didn’t want to. “I was looking for you. You weren’t at breakfast and I got worried.”

A strange, but pleased expression crossed Asterius’ face. “You were looking for me?”

“It was nice talking to you last night. I didn’t want to go without saying goodbye,” Hazel said. Asterius smiled, one of his hands moving up over his mouth again.

“Thank you,” he said. “I’m glad to see you again, too.” He emerged more fully from the shadows. One of the lights on the wall flickered, casting a stronger beam of light over his face. For a moment, his eyes caught the light and Hazel froze. They reflected it, going solid white like an animal’s in headlights. Then the light shifted off his face and they returned to their normal gold. Asterius cocked his head at Hazel. “Are you all right?”

“Sorry. Thought I saw something strange. I’m all right.” Hazel brushed it off. She’d heard that human eyes could do it under certain conditions, right? It must have just been a weird trick of the light. “It was nice meeting you. I haven’t been in town long and I haven’t had a chance to meet anyone yet. I’m glad that I’ve seen at least one friendly face.”

“The entire town is friendly once you get to know it,” Asterius said. Hazel laughed.

“Maybe. I just haven’t been able to find my way around. Even the maps are unhelpful. It’s the old streets, I think. More modern cities have a grid pattern, but the roads here are winding.”

“If you’d like, I could show you around.” Asterius seemed slightly surprised at himself for speaking, but he continued regardless. “I’ve lived here for a long time- I know the town well. I could even show you some locations that aren’t usually placed on maps.”

“Really? As long as it’s not any trouble,” Hazel said.

“It’s not. It’s been a while since I’ve left this place, actually. It’s probably a good idea to get out for a little bit.” Asterius’ gaze moved toward the ground, his posture shy.

“Then I’d love to see the town with you,” Hazel said.

“I can pick you up tomorrow, around six,” Asterius said. “Don’t worry about money. I can pay. I’ve not had the opportunity to spend much recently, so it’s rather burning a hole in my pocket.”

Hazel beamed at him. “Then it’s a date.”

This time, she was surprised to see that his cheeks went bright pink. She’d almost thought him incapable of blushing. “I will see you then,” he said, then hurried out of the room.

He had already swept off by the time Hazel realized she had forgot to tell him where he was staying. Ah, well. It was a small town, wasn’t it? There was probably only one hotel in it. She turned to exit the room when a bright splash of color caught her eye, just at the edge of the light.

Hanging out of the wicker hamper was the sleeve of a white shirt. Presumably, it was the one Asterius had worn into the room. But that wasn’t what had drawn her attention. What had caught her gaze was the smear of red across the sleeve.

Feeling guilty, but unbearably curious, Hazel moved closer. With her pointer finger and thumb, she tugged on the shirt, revealing most of it.

There were bloodstains smeared all along the front of the shirt. They were fresh, too, still wet. Hazel dropped the shirt. Was it Asterius’ blood? No, it couldn’t be. If he’d had cuts bad enough to cause this much bleeding, she would have seen them. Then it was someone else’s?

For a moment, an image of a grim-looking Asterius, knife in hand, spattered in blood, rose to her mind. She banished it. No. He could barely look her in the eyes without getting flustered. There was no way he could hurt someone like that.

An accident, then. And none of her business. If Asterius had wanted to tell her, he would have. Fixing that idea firmly in her head, Hazel turned and left the castle.

She was thinking about her tour with Asterius for the rest of the day, and for most of the next one as well. Excitement buzzed in her body, making it impossible to sit still. The clock moved unbearably slowly, no matter how much she mentally tried to urge it on.

Hazel stood outside her hotel at six. The sun was very nearly set, only a thin stripe of orange left at the horizon. A few lines of late sunlight stretched across the road, making Hazel squint even in the low light.

“You look nice.” Hazel jumped and whirled around. Asterius was standing right next to her. He was in the shadows, but he still held a dark parasol over his head. He was also wearing a set of darkly tinted sunglasses, which completely hid his golden eyes. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s all right,” Hazel said, giving him a broad smile. His returned smile was small and shy. “Though it seems a little late for a tour. I thought it would be easier to see the sights during the day.”

Asterius shook his head. “Trust me. You and I will have a much better time looking around at night. The sunlight can be a bit harsh.”

“I’ve found it pleasant,” Hazel said, but she didn’t push him. His skin was a lot paler than hers, after all. Perhaps he burned easily.

“Are you ready to go?” Asterius asked. Hazel nodded and linker her arm through his.

“Lead on.” He laughed quietly and started walking down the street. Even though there was only a little bit of weak sunlight left, he didn’t lower the parasol.

Asterius, as it turned out, had not been exaggerating when he said he knew the town well. Every brick in the street seemed to have a history that he knew about. “This corner,” he said, gesturing to a small chocolate shop, “used to be a bakery in the early eighteen hundreds. They used to put sawdust in bread, to try and make the flour last longer. When people found out, there was a bit of a riot and the shop got closed down. It burned to the ground a few days later. It was supposedly an accident, but there was a lot of suspicion of arson. People say the baker still haunts the area.”

The long river that trailed along the edge of town was another site that Asterius knew a lot about. “There used to be a festival where they made little boats and pushed them down the river. Supposedly, if your boat made it to the end, it signaled good luck in the coming year. They still do something similar, but it’s a lot more elaborate. There’s a contest for the nicest boat.”

The tour wound through town, and soon your mind was filled with interesting historical tidbits and cultural notes. Asterius lowered his parasol as the sun went down and removed his sunglasses. Every now and then, a passing shop window would make his eyes reflect oddly again. Hazel just put her mind to ignoring it.

Toward the edge of town, Asterius stopped next to an old building. It didn’t quite look derelict, but it was shuttered, and it didn’t to seem to have had anyone inside it recently. “There was a theater here,” Asterius said. “It closed only a year ago. Nothing’s replaced it yet, which is a shame. It’s a lovely old building.”

“It does look nice,” Hazel said.

“Would you like to go inside?” Asterius asked. Hazel looked at him in surprise, then back at the door, which had been secured by a heavy lock.

“You have a key?” she asked. She could almost hear Asterius’ grin.

“No. But I have another way in.” He guided her down the side of the building and down a small set of stairs. There was a door set into a recess of the building. Asterius jiggled the handle and the door creaked open.

Inside, the area was cramped, dusty, and smelled faintly of water damage. Hazel found herself pressed up against Asterius. “This leads to the dressing rooms,” Asterius said. “And this way goes toward the stage.” He pulled her into another cramped chamber. They were pressed awkwardly close to one another. Hazel felt her heart race speed up as his chest pressed against her back.

After a few moments of being pressed together, Asterius managed to wriggle into a larger space, stepping away from Hazel. The room around them opened up into the great expanse of the stage.

The wooden floor creaked under Hazel’s feet as she walked across the stage. It was deathly quiet, like the hush that fell right before a play started. It was dark beyond the bounds of the stage, but Hazel could just barely make out the seats of the auditorium.

“I come here sometimes when I want peace.” Asterius walked across the stage and sat down on the edge. Hazel sat next to him. “I have a lot of good memories of this place. They used to have concerts here. Sometimes I would sneak in and listen up there.” He pointed up to a small alcove near the roof. It looked like it was just the right size for one person to sit in comfortably. It did look like it would be difficult to get up there, though. Hazel had the mental image of him crouching up there like a bat.

“It is a really beautiful place,” Hazel said. Even in the dark, there was a grandeur to the area. There was a quiet reverence in the air. It was just her and Asterius, alone in the room, together. No one was there to interrupt. There might have only been the two of them in the world.

Tentatively, Hazel leaned against Asterius’ shoulder. Her hand crept toward his, where it was resting on the edge of the stage. Their pinky fingers touched. His hand was cool against hers.

Asterius jolted, pulling his hand back close to his body. “Ah. Um. I suppose I sort of drifted off there. I apologize.” He scrambled to his feet. “We should probably be going. It is getting rather late.”

Disappointment kicked Hazel in the stomach. She tried not to let it overwhelm her. He did seem shy. Maybe all this was just a little overwhelming to him. “You’re right. It is a little late.”

They carefully made their way back out into the street. Hazel’s stomach gurgled, reminding her that she still hadn’t gotten any dinner. They’d been too preoccupied to even thing about food.

Asterius glanced at her, lips quirking into a small smile. “Hungry?”

Hazel felt her face burn. “You heard that?” Damn, she hadn’t thought her stomach was that loud.

“I can buy you something to eat,” he said. “There are a few places when we get further into town.” He set off at a quick pace, forcing Hazel to pick up her face in order to keep up.

After getting into the main part of town again, Asterius managed to find a small bakery that served a variety of delicious-looking breads and sandwiches and sweet buns. “I can buy you whatever you want,” he said. Hazel picked out a few things, unable to settle on just one. They all looked delicious. She started eating a sticky bun as they walked back to the hotel.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” she asked as they approached the doorway. “It’s really good.” She attempted to press a roll into his hands, but he pushed it away.

“I assure you, I’m not hungry.”

“Are you sure? I’ve never seen you eat. I don’t want you to starve,” Hazel said. Asterius laughed.

“I assure you that I’m fine. I don’t eat in front of other people.” He stopped in front of the front door of the hotel and turned to Hazel. “I’m glad you allowed me to show you around. This has been a most pleasant evening.”

“I enjoyed myself too. It was really good to spend time with you.” Hazel squeezed one of his hands. He squeezed back. “Will I be able to see you again?”

“You can stop by any time you’d like,” Asterius said. “I look forward to seeing you again. But I think I should let you get some rest. It really is late.” He gave Hazel a small bow, then swept off into the night. Hazel watched him until he vanished into the dark before entering the hotel.

Hazel didn’t see Asterius for the next few days. She spent most of her time exploring the town, trying to find something for him. He had taken his time to show her around town. It felt only right that she should give him something in return.

It took days of searching to find the right thing, something that would be a token of her appreciation. Eventually, she found a tiny music box. The color scheme reminded her of the castle and the song that issued forth was gentle and soothing while still filled with the rich sounds of an orchestra.

She headed back up to the castle late in the evening. It seemed like an odd time to stop by but she figured that Asterius might have been busy with work during the day. Anyway, he had taken her out in the evening. It seemed only right to return the favor.

It was fully night by the time Hazel made it up to the castle, but there was a glow of warm light around the castle. She made her way up to the front door and hesitated. Hm. Would anyone even hear her if she knocked on the door? The castle was big and she wasn’t really expecting Asterius to hear her. Maybe she should-

Something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned her head toward it, squinting into the shadows. Someone tall and slender was making their way away from the castle and across the grounds.

Asterius! Her heart leapt. That was a stroke of good luck. She hurried after him as he crossed the grounds with long strides.

He was heading toward a pen, she noticed. There were a few sheep milling around in it. One of them raised its head as he approached. He hopped the fence in a smooth motion and approached it. Hazel stepped out of the shadows, mouth open to call out to him when she saw something that made her words die in her throat.

Asterius opened his mouth wider than she thought a human could open their mouth and plunged his teeth into the sheep’s neck.

The sheep squirmed for only a moment before falling still. Asterius buried his face into its neck. Hazel could see him gulping, see the heaving motions of his body as he drank the sheep’s blood out of his body.

She stared, forgetting that she was in full view of him. A strangled squeaking noise escaped her throat.

Asterius’s head snapped up, his mouth tearing away from the sheep’s throat. Blood dripped down from the bite wound, spattering across his shirt. His fangs, enormous and sharp, glistened in the light streaming from the castle.

His eyes locked onto her and she saw his expression change. In one moment, he went from fearsome predator to an uncertain, horrified man. “Hazel,” he said, and even though his voice was quiet, it carried all the way across the field.

Hazel didn’t run. Now that she was over her shock, her brain was starting to put the pieces together. He didn’t like the sunlight. He didn’t eat. The bloodstained shirt. Obviously. A vampire.

Intellectually, she knew she should probably be stunned, even scared. But she wasn’t. He’d been a vampire the entire time she’d known him and he’d never attempted to hurt her. He was still Asterius, still the sweet, shy man Hazel knew. Just because he had some extra-pointy canines and some unusual dietary needs didn’t make him evil or scary.

Asterius was looking at her like he was waiting for her to start screaming. He was tensed, poised to start running. “I can explain,” he said. “I- I-”

“It’s okay.” He looked so distressed and anxious that Hazel couldn’t suppress her need to comfort him. She strode toward him and he scrambled back. She froze. “It’s okay! I don’t want to hurt you. Are you okay?”

Asterius blinked, then seemed to register her soothing tone of voice and non-threatening posture. “You’re not scared of me?”

“Why would I be?” Hazel asked.

“Because I’m a vampire,” he said. “And I’m covered in blood.”

“It’s a little gross. But not scary,” Hazel said. “You’re still the same person. I’m not afraid of you, Asterius.”

He processed that for a moment. The sheep he’d been sucking on stumbled to its hooves and staggered off into the meadow. “Come inside,” he finally said. “It’s cold out here and I need to change. Then we can talk.”

They entered the castle through a narrow passage that opened up into a small sitting room. Hazel guessed, based on the direction that they’d been moving, that it was close to Asterius’ tower. “Sit,” he said, nudging her toward one of the opulent chairs. “Do you want anything to eat or drink? I don’t have much, but I’m sure I can find something.” He hurried off into the next room. Hazel could hear him rattling with ceramic items, presumably so that she knew he wasn’t bolting. She had no doubt he could move as silently as a shadow.

He returned after about fifteen minutes in a clean shirt and with a small cup of tea. “Here,” he said, passing it to Hazel. He settled in a seat across from her. “I imagine you have some questions?”

Hazel took a sip of the tea. It was faintly spiced, warming her throat and stomach. “You’re a vampire,” she said.

He nodded. “I was turned… oh, quite a while ago. Over two hundred years, I think. I keep it pretty well under wraps. I try not to let too many people see me about and I fake my own death every once in a while and lie low.” He fidgeted, toying with a few strands of his hair. “You are the first person to discover me.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Hazel promised.

Asterius smiled faintly. “You’re truly not afraid of me? I figured my discovery would come with more screaming and general terror.”

“You didn’t frighten me before. I don’t see why you should frighten me now.”

“I could kill you,” Asterius said.

“So could any human. I trust that you won’t. You seem far too kind.” An odd expression flickered over Asterius’ face, eventually resolving itself into a small, tentative smile.

“You flatter me,” he said. “Thank you.” You sipped your tea as Asterius gazed at you fondly. After a moment, he seemed to startle and looked down. “Ah, what were you doing here, anyway? I wouldn’t have been hunting if I was expecting company.”

You hurriedly patted your pockets, sighing in relief when you pulled out the present. “I got you a gift, as a thank you for showing me around the other day.” You held out the small, wrapped box to him. He took it delicately in his long fingers and pulled off the wrapping paper.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, opening the box. Soft music filled the room. “Thank you,” Asterius said in a low voice. “I haven’t received a gift in a very long time.”

There was several moments of silence as Asterius listened to the music. His expression was soft and open, strikingly beautiful in the soft light of the room. You couldn’t stop staring at him.

Eventually, Asterius cleared his throat and stood. “I’ll walk you back to your hotel,” he said. He led Hazel back through the passageway and into the castle courtyard. Together, they headed down the street to her hotel.

The walk was done in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. Hazel got the impression Asterius was still digesting that she knew and hadn’t run screaming for the hills. He kept looking at her like he was afraid she was going to suddenly vanish into thin air.

They stopped outside Hazel’s hotel. “Thank you,” Asterius said. “For the gift and for… accepting me.”

“It wasn’t difficult. You’re a good person.” Asterius looked unconvinced, so Hazel reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He stiffened. “I’d like to see you again.”

“I would like to see you again too,” Asterius said in a quiet, shy voice. “Perhaps we can go out again tomorrow evening?” He spoke quickly, like he was afraid he would stop himself if he didn’t get the words out in time.

Hazel beamed. “I would like that. I’ll see you then.” She squeezed his hand. He blushed again, gave her a slight bow, then swept off again Hazel saw him glance at her over his shoulder as he headed away.

Asterius picked her up again the next evening, and the evening after that, and the evening after that. He took her to places all over town, showing off his knowledge for her. The nights grew longer and longer, until they were arriving back at Hazel’s hotel at nearly four in the morning. After a few days of that, Hazel had practically become nocturnal, sleeping during the day and waking up in time for her dates with Asterius.

A little over a week after their first date when Asterius took Hazel back to his castle. “You seemed interested during the tour. I can show you a few things that they don’t usually show people.”

Hazel grinned at him. She was close enough that her shoulder was brushing against his, though she was a little nervous to get any closer. There were times when Asterius moved a little bit like a skittish horse. She needed to be slow and gentle with him. “I would love that.”

They returned through the castle through the secret passageway Asterius had shown her when she had learned he was a vampire. “There are a few passageways like this,” he said. “They’re all over the castle. I think I’m the only person who knows about all of them.”

Most of the passageways were small and dusty and led almost nowhere, but Asterius still showed them all off with the sort of pride one would expect from a proud parent.

“You see this one?” he said, waving his arm into a spiraling passage that led down into a basement. “It was built only a little bit before I purchased the castle. It’s supposed to be an escape passage, but it was never fully finished. It only leads down to a small room. I mostly just use it for storage.”

Another room had a storage area that was filled with paintings. “I had a period where I went a little crazy commissioning artists and buying paintings. I was in a bit of a spiral and I had quite a bit of money.”

The room that Hazel found the most interesting was a tiny room hidden behind a wall. It was small and cozy, with only a small lamp for light, a cozy-looking chair, and a small bookshelf overflowing with dog-eared volumes. “What’s this place for?” Hazel asked.

Asterius smiled, looking vaguely embarrassed. “It’s just somewhere to go when I want to get away from it all. No one can find me here, so I just need to go inside, close the door, and I can spend some time by myself, with my thoughts.”

His body was close to Hazel’s very nearly touching. Attraction coiled through Hazel’s body. His face was soft and distant and there was something unbearably sweet in his expression. Tentatively, Hazel reached up and lay a hand on the side of his face. He looked at her in confusion, but didn’t pull away. Before he could reconsider, Hazel leaned up and pressed her mouth to his.

For a long moment, Hazel could taste his mouth against hers. The sweet, gentle press of his lips. The way his long, silken hair tangled under her fingers. The way her heart pounded and her stomach trembled and goosebumps erupted all over her skin.

And then Asterius pushed her away, stumbling back, and the moment was over.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Kissing you!” Hazel said. “I thought- I mean, you said you wanted to get to know me better-”

Asterius didn’t seem to be listening. There was something distant and horrified in his eyes, like he wasn’t even seeing her anymore. “I can’t,” he whispered, and Hazel didn’t really think he was talking to her. “No, not again, I can’t.”

“It’s okay,” Hazel said. “It was only a kiss. We don’t have to-”

She took a step closer to him and Asterius hissed, scrambling back from her. “Don’t touch me! It’s not safe! I’m not safe!”

Hazel held up her hands. Asterius seemed to be spiraling. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I trust you, remember?”

“You shouldn’t!” Asterius bared his fangs. “Stay away! Keep away from me!”

“I’m not going to let you go on some kind of self-sacrificial mission because you think you’re dangerous!” Hazel said. “I told you, I trust you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Asterius gave her a wild-eyed look, then darted for her. Hazel stood her ground, but Asterius simply slipped past her, melting through the doorway without touching her. She turned as he ran through the room, fleeing her.

“Asterius!” Hazel fled after him, but he was able to easily keep ahead of her. He slipped into a room and the door slammed shut behind him. There was the distinct noise of a lock clicking.

“Asterius!” Hazel slammed her fist on the door. “Let me in!”

“Leave!” Asterius bellowed. “Hazel, go! You can’t be around me!”

“Please, Asterius, just let me talk to you. We can discuss this!”

“Just go!” Asterius’ voice broke and Hazel heard the ragged breaths of someone breaking down into tears.

She stepped back from the door. Asterius was still crying, weak and quiet. There was no way she was going to get through the door, and even if she did, Asterius wasn’t going to talk to her. “Fine,” she said. “If you want me to go, I’ll go. But I’m not going to leave you alone.” With a final, reluctant glance at the door, Hazel headed out of the castle.

She could barely sleep when she returned to the hotel. She spent most of the day wandering around the town, thoughts full of Asterius. Was he okay? Why had he panicked like that? He had seemed so convinced that he was going to hurt you, even though he had never done anything even slightly aggressive. How could he think that?

When the sun set again, Hazel slipped back to the castle. “Asterius!” she called, pacing the grounds around the castle. She could see something shifting in the windows of his tower. “Asterius! Please! Just talk to me!” She yelled until her voice went hoarse, until the sun was peeking over the horizon again. Defeated, Hazel returned to her Hotel.

Every night, Hazel returned to the castle. She could see Asterius in his tower, but he never came down, never acknowledged her presence. Still, she didn’t let up. If he wasn’t going to talk to her, she was at least going to make sure he couldn’t ignore her.

She kept going to his castle every night for a week. As much as she was determined to keep doing it, she was starting to feel desperate. Her vacation would be ending soon. How could she go back home without seeing him again?

“Asterius!” she yelled up at his tower. She hadn’t seen anything moving in his window like she usually did. Was he out hunting? She felt a little silly, possibly yelling up to no one, but she didn’t want to just leave. “Asterius! I want to talk to you!”

“Don’t you know how to leave well enough alone?”

Hazel whirled around. Asterius was standing behind her. He looked somewhat rumpled, hair tossed carelessly over his shoulders, expression weary. “I would have thought you could take a hint,” he said. “Apparently, you can’t tell you’re not wanted.”

His words stung, but Hazel stiffened her back and stared back at him. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Asterius bared his teeth. “Obviously.” He stalked closer to her. “Unfortunately, you seem completely incapable of doing the same.”

Hazel glared. “Of course I’m not going to avoid you. I can tell when something’s wrong. We were having a good time and all of a sudden, you just freaked out and ran off. If you didn’t want to kiss or you don’t think of me that way, you can at least be a man and tell me to my face.”

“It wasn’t about the kiss,” Asterius said, then looked pissed at himself.

“Then what was it about?” Hazel asked, softening her tone. “I’m not going to go away until you tell me.”

Asterius glared at her for a moment, then the fight visibly went out of him. His shoulders slumped and his expression tightened, like he was on the verge of tears. “It was wrong of me to get so close to you. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m dangerous. It’s dangerous for you to be around me.”

Hazel frowned. “I told you already. I trust y-”

“You shouldn’t!” The words burst from Asterius and he grimaced, clenching his jaw shut. “You shouldn’t,” he repeated more quietly.

“Why not?” Hazel demanded. Asterius gave her a mournful look and took a deep breath.

“It was a long time ago. Not too long after I was changed. There was a woman I loved. She knew what I was and she didn’t care either. We were happy. But then… I hadn’t hunted. I ate humans, back then. I didn’t kill, but I needed to be more careful, so I wouldn’t be discovered. I was so hungry. It’s not like hunger for humans. You can’t think of anything else when you’re like that. My love- one of her brothers came home from a hunting trip and he smelled like blood and I couldn’t think anymore. When I came back to myself, I had half-drained him. I tried to save him, but it was too late. My love came home and saw me covered in blood, crouched over her brother, and she knew what I had done. I fled. It was the last time I ever saw her.”

Asterius fell silent. He was staring at the ground, unable to look Hazel in the eye. For a moment, it seemed like he was about to start sobbing. Then he spoke again. “I started hunting animals after that. I avoid humans when I can. I just- I can’t risk doing that again.” He glanced at Hazel. “You should go. Please. If I hurt you- I’ve already done enough.”

Hazel looked at him for a moment. Then she strode toward him. He looked up at her, surprise written all over his face. “Hazel, you-”

She cut him off by pressing his mouth to his. He kissed back for a moment before regaining control of himself and pulling her off him. “What- Hazel, I told you to leave! Aren’t you… aren’t you horrified?”

“Asterius,” Hazel said. “It was terrible, what happened. But it wasn’t your fault. You already said you weren’t in control of your actions. You didn’t mean to and you’ve done everything in your power to stop yourself from doing it again.”

He made a quiet whimpering noise. “But if it happens again- if I lose control and you’re there- Hazel, I couldn’t stand it!”

“You won’t,” Hazel said. “I trust you. You’re more aware of it, you’re careful, you’ve been nothing but sweet and kind. Please. You’re not evil because you made a mistake once. Let yourself be happy.”

Asterius stared at her. His breathing was quick and trembling, but his eyes were filled with something like wonder. “You want to stay with me?” he whispered.

Hazel grinned. “I want to do more than that.”

She pressed her lips to his and this time, Asterius leaned into the kiss wholeheartedly. His hands splayed across Hazel’s back, lifting her off the ground. The kisses were heated, open-mouthed. Hazel’s tongue traced over his fangs, which were elongated with his excitement.

“Should we-” Asterius gasped between kisses. “Should we go inside?”

Hazel broke apart from him. “Inside. Outside. I don’t care.” She pressed her mouth back to his.

Asterius lifted Hazel up into his arms, lips still pressed against hers. Despite being completely involved in the kiss, he managed to carry Hazel back inside and up into his room.

The night melted into pleasure, their bodies pressed together. The separation between them felt thin, barely there. For several long moments, they were only aware of each other, huddled close in Asterius’ bed.

They lay there for a while, until Hazel’s stomach started growling and Asterius insisted on getting her something to eat. “I keep food around here for the staff,” he said. “I’m sure they won’t mind if you eat it.”

As it turned out, Asterius wasn’t a half-bad cook, as long as he was making something simple. “I can follow a recipe,” he explained. “I can’t taste anything, though, so I can’t get very experimental.”

The two of you sat together, half-dressed in his kitchen. You ate slowly, picking through the eggs he’d made for you. “You’re all right?” Asterius asked. “You’re sure?”

Hazel laughed. “Of course, I’m fine. I’m great. It was… It was incredible, Asterius.” He smiled at that, but there was still some tension around his eyes. Hazel leaned across the table to swat at his hand. “Out with it. I can see that something’s bothering you.”

Asterius chuckled. “I can’t hide anything from you,” he said. “I was thinking…” He hesitated. “Well, I’ve been worrying, really.”

Hazel focused her attention fully on him. “About what?”

Asterius sighed. “I’m immortal. You’re not.” He fidgeted, twisting his fingers together. “You’ll die.”

“Eventually,” Hazel said. “Is that what you’re worrying about?”

“Yes! Of course it is! I’ve already had one relationship end badly. I don’t want you to get old and or sick or even worse, you die in some kind of accident.” Asterius choked off, staring down at the table. He blinked rapidly. “Perhaps it would be better if… if we didn’t do this.”

“Hey,” Hazel said, setting her fork down. “Don’t talk like that. That’s idiotic. You’re not going to do the whole self-sacrifice thing again, are you? Where you lock yourself away, convinced it’s for my own good or something?” Asterius looked ashamed. “That’s ridiculous. You’re not helping anyone. You’re just making yourself feel worse.”

“But I can’t stop worrying about it! I don’t want you to die, I don’t want you to get sick, and even if I turn you, I don’t want you to have to go through what I did-”

“Asterius!” Hazel said, lifting her hands. “Hey, hey, hey, stop talking! Shh! Listen to me!” She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Look. You can’t control what’s going to happen. Maybe something will happen to me and it’ll hurt. But if you let yourself succumb to this worry, you’re going to guarantee that you’ll be miserable. Let yourself be happy. Let yourself be with me.”

Asterius’ shoulders lowered as the tension went out of him. “I can’t stop worrying,” he said.

“You don’t have to. But you can’t let it control your life.” Hazel lowered her hands. “I want to be with you. Do you want to be with me?”

Asterius gave a small nod. “I do.”

“Then let’s be together.” Hazel leaned across the table and pressed a kiss to his lips. Asterius leaned into her touch.

“Stay,” he said when she leaned back. “Stay with me. I know it’s only a vacation and you need to go home eventually, but just stay with me for a little longer.”

Hazel smiled. “Of course I will.” Asterius gave a relieved smile and leaned across the table to press his forehead to hers.

“I love you,” he whispered. Hazel smiled.

“I love you too.”

#exophilia #vampire #vampire boyfriend #vampire lover #monster boyfriend #monster lover #commission #my writing

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amethystroselilith · 3 years

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Please Help Aether (Chilumi Crack One Shot)

This dumb af fic is dedicated to @jojosbizarredepression and is inspired by our convo and their adorable hcs!

I know I said fluffy crack, but the fluff disappeared... Might make my usual fluff one shots with Lumi coddling Childe though not gonna lie cause it sounds cute af

SUMMARY: A crack one-shot featuring dumb Chilumi and a suffering Aether who just wanna watch sunsets and drink wine

Can also be read in ao3: here

Aether knows that time...

The time that scares every big brother…

The time where their sweet little sister falls in love with a questionable man.

Aether already had that small feeling when he and his sister woke up in this world that they now call home.

The feeling intensified when they met the Cavalry Captain, Kaeya. The man hadn’t even been shy for flirting with his sister in front of him, immediately kissing her hand after the twins landed from luring Dvalin away from the city.

Aether immediately dislikes him, fearing that this flamboyant captain will break his sister’s heart.

So like every respectable big brother in Aether’s book, he keeps ratting him out on Jean and Amber, to keep him away from his sister.

Then there comes Master Diluc, who fits the category of being one of the most wanted bachelors; handsome, rich, and mysterious. At least that’s what Aether thinks based on their travels to different worlds.

Aether does not like Diluc at first, he seems to be a bit too cold and distant, he doesn't want his beloved sister to feel unloved. Though as time went on, Aether sees that he’s worthy of his sister.

The way he protects her, coming by her side as enemies run up to her, tending to her wounds when she gets hit or falls, and not to mention he’s rich.

When they get married, he’s going to live in luxury too, right? He’s family after all.

Aether was ready to give his approval if the redhead would ask him for his sister’s hand.

It was all going so smoothly and Aether can already imagine life; on their day offs, he will be sitting in front of the winery, watching the sunset as he drinks Dandelion Wine and enjoying the breeze.

So how come he’s inside a cell right now, arguing with his sister while said sister is protecting a certain ginger-haired fucker that had them ended there.

“Lumi, I swear to god, he’s so dead,” Aether said as he tries to climb over the geo constructs Lumine had set to separate him from her dear lover.

Said dear lover just stuck his tongue out at him when Lumine knocked him off with her anemo powers.

“Leave him alone, Aeth! Childe’s a victim here!” Lumine protested, keeping a close eye on her brother.

“Victim?! He almost murdered someone! That’s why we’re here, inside a fucking cell!” Aether argued with a groan.

Going to Liyue was a mistake…

He just wanted a little bit of an adventure with his sister before her hypothetical marriage with Diluc, and now his sister is dating a psychopath.

“Almost.” Childe rolled his eyes, “He tried to rob me, I had to defend myself!”

“Of course, baby, we know this. Their justice system is fucked up.” Lumine cooed, stroking his cheeks softly, making him purr and lean on her touch.

Aether gave them a look of disbelief, “You summoned a fucking whale in the middle of the city!”

“Yeah, but no one died,” Childe argued.

“You destroyed a huge part of the city...”

“And no one died.”

“We’re in jail because of you.”

“Ningguang is a bit harsh don’t you think?” Lumine huffed, “He was being robbed, how could she allow that kind of scam stall here?”

Aether sighed, “Lumi, we both travelled a shit ton of worlds before, carnival-like games are scammy as fuck and yet you still fell for Shitou’s words.”

“He outsmarted us,” Childe argued.

“...Yeah, I guess it wasn’t hard to do…” he murmured to himself but the couple didn’t miss it.

“Are you saying my baby is stupid?” Lumine gasped as she pulled Childe close to her chest as if to comfort him.

“Well, I’m not saying he’s smart.” Aether deadpanned.

“I’ll have you know, my baby is a master of different kinds of weapons.” Lumine huffed, “Isn’t that right, love?”

“Yeah, I’m almost close to mastering the bow,” Childe said proudly as he nuzzles to the blonde’s chest.

“By using your hydro blades?” Aether rolled his eyes.

“I use the bow too when they’re not available!” Childe huffed.

“And using your hand to throw the last arrow,” Aether added.

“What can I say? I love to improvise.” Childe grinned proudly.

“I know, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Lumine praised as she hugged him closer.

Aether didn’t know stupidity was contagious, and now he has to deal with this all his life? Well, not really since he and Lumine were immortal and Childe isn’t.

Unless…

He grabbed Lumine’s wrist, horrified to find out the mark that symbolises Lumine had shared her immortality with someone.

“Lumine, my dear beloved sister,” Aether’s eye twitched, “...who did you share your immortality with?”

Lumine beamed, “Why with my precious baby of course!” she said as she hugged Childe tighter, the ginger getting suffocated by her chest, he wouldn’t mind dying there, but he wouldn’t thanks to the mark he has on his wrist given by his lover.

Aether stepped back, “Lumi, you’re supposed to talk to me about this!”

“Oh, really? I don’t remember being consulted when you shared your immortality with your stupid pet fish!”

“How dare you!” Aether gasped, offended with her bad mouthing his precious fish when they were toddlers, “You have some audacity to call Bubbles stupid when you’re dating this idiot!”

“He’s not the idiot who wasted his immortality with a fish though!” Lumine hissed, “At least I can bring my baby with me to different worlds!”

“That’s so rich coming from you when you were about to share yours with your pet cat!” Aether called out.

Childe tensed pulling away from Lumine, “You said you never thought of sharing your immortality until you met me?”

“Baby, we haven’t met that time,” Lumine frowned.

“Doesn’t matter! You should’ve known you were going to meet me, I can’t believe you loved someone before me!” he sulked in his corner, rejecting Lumine’s inviting arms.

Aether raised his eyebrow, this is the first time Childe refused her, usually, his face would dive right in between her cleavage like the perverted bastard he is.

“But Childe I think that was you!” Lumine suddenly announced.

It immediately caught Childe’s attention, while Aether had never been so confused.

“Me?” Childe tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh my god, I just realised it, the cat has orange fur, blue eyes, and he would also tilt his head in confusion!” Lumine gasped, eyes wide in realisation, “And guess what I used to call that cat?”

“What?”

“Ajax.”

“Oh my god.”

Aether loved his twin, he really does, but he wished he could turn back time, figure out what mistake he had done to deserve his sister falling for an idiot.

He bit back his tongue to avoid calling out Lumine’s bluff, the cat’s fur was black and white with greenish-yellow eyes, and his name was Mittens.

“We really are soulmates.” Childe sighed happily as he went back into Lumine’s arms, “I can’t believe I was a cat in my previous life.”

Aether sighed, he’s too tired to deal with them so he let them be and walked to the bars, hoping to see any guards that could take him to a different cell.

A door opened followed by footsteps.

“Zhongli!” Aether smiled in relief, “Oh my god, please tell me you can help us.” he begged.

Zhongli smiled revealing a key, “Don’t worry, you are no longer prisoners.”

The three gasped excitedly as Zhongli opened the cell.

“How’d you convince Ningguang? She was so pissed.” Aether asked curiously.

“Well…”

~~~

After taking a sip of her afternoon tea, Ningguang feels a little sleepy. It didn’t take long until she fell asleep on her desk.

“Ningguang, Tianquan of Liyue Qixing.”

“Who’s there?” She tried to shield the blinding light, trying to see the mysterious figure.

“It’s me, the Geo Archon.”

Ningguang gasped, “My Lord, you have appeared in my dreams again.”

“I would like-”

“Yes, I accept,” Ningguang said excitedly.

“...What…?”

“I accept to be the next Geo Archon.” she repeated, “That’s why you’re here, right?”

“Uh… no…”

“Oh… I was ready to produce my own money, that kinda sucks, but okay I guess...”

“Anyway, I heard you sent the travellers and the Fatui to jail...”

“Yes, they destroyed half of the city, My Lord.”

“Yeah, well about that, you should let them free.”

“...They destroyed half of the city…”

“Yeah, but like no one died.”

“...The reconstruction is going to be expensive, plus helping those merchants who lost their stalls…”

“Bad things will happen if they stay in that cell…”

“What will happen?”

“Just really bad things, believe me, you don’t want to deal with that. Trust me, I’m Morax.”

“I… Well, yeah seems legit, I’ll set them free by your words, My Lord.”

“Ah, also there’s this fine gentleman from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor that’s having some rumours surrounding him about his debt. That is totally not true and everyone who says so is a liar.”

“I shall dispel the issue.”

“Also give him the key to free the prisoners.”

“As you wish.”

“Okay, cool, cool. Thanks, bye now.”

~~~

“Damn, Zhongli, will you be my best man at my future wedding?” Childe said in awe after Zhongli tells his story.

“Remove seafood in the menu.”

“Eh, we can talk about it.”

“Will you also do the honours of being an uncle to our future children?” Lumine asked.

“I can babysit for a high pay rate.”

“Fair enough, we’re planning 20 or more children.”

Aether fainted, the thought of dealing with that amount of mini Childes far too overwhelming and scary.

Please send him help...

#chilumi #genshin impact

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genshin-obsessed · 3 years

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THAT XIAO IMAGINE HURT MY HEART OMFG. Would you possibly consider writing something similar to that for Diluc where maybe Diluc is spending so much time with Lumine that the reader separates herself from them and tries to leave because reader believes Diluc loves Lumine? God my heaaaaaaaaaaaaaart 😭😭😭😭😭

I FOUND IT! I finally found it😭😭 I really thought I lost this and was a little upset, but I found it. Ok, so I took pointers from the last one and the ending isn’t as angsty as I want. I hope I don’t disappoint with it though! It also turned out to be much longer than I expected. Wanna guess how long before I start hating this banner too? I give it a week before I never wanna see its face again. Length: 1.8k

Pointless

You and Diluc had a beautiful and healthy relationship. You two had been together for about three and a half years. You had met while you were still a novice adventurer. You were extremely shy and reserved, but he found it adorable. He found himself so attached, he was unable to think of anything but you when you weren’t around him.

He often found himself seeking you out, needing the attention and happiness you brought him. Within a few months, Diluc knew what was happening. He was in love. He was so madly in love he couldn’t help it. He found himself getting jealous, wanting to keep your attention on him and only him. Finally, he pushed himself to confess. To his pleasant surprise, you agreed, claiming you liked him as well.

Ever since then, your life was amazing. It was filled with joy every single day. You often woke up, feeling brighter than ever, knowing your life was blessed. You knew Diluc was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Knew.

Then she came along. Lumine. The beautiful blonde girl, one who wasn’t from this world. She was able to wield anemo and geo powers without needing a vision. She helped Diluc, Venti, and Jean with the Dvalin issue. Diluc promised you that after he was done with that problem, he’d be back with you. But he never did.

After Dvalin, Lumine said she needed help with her adventuring and he went with her. Now, normally you wouldn’t mind it. Lumine had learned about Diluc’s side job- the Darknight Hero- and she needed help. But Diluc never came to your adventures with you. Not to mention, he didn’t tell you about his Darknight Hero job until you found out two years in. It hurt that you felt as if Lumine was getting different treatment.

You would often go to the manor to find out that Diluc had already left with Lumine on some stupid escapade. Finally, you’d hit a wall. What were you supposed to do? Break up with him and then do what? Watch as he continued to live life with Lumine? Were you supposed to smile and wave every time you saw him? Were you supposed to pretend you weren’t shattered that Diluc actually found a woman of his caliber?

Your mind was plagued with thoughts like that, so much so, that you would get distracted. Of course, you hadn’t realized how dangerous that was… until you were here.

You screamed as a mitachurl shield bashed you, causing you to fly back and roll on the ground.

“Oh, I hate my life.” You groaned, pushing yourself to stand. The world was spinning and your vision was blurred. The pain shot through your body and you prepared to die. Maybe Diluc would regret something if that happened. As the strength drained from your body and you prepared to surrender, you felt arms surround you. Your body was enveloped in warmth as you were quickly moved away.

Unable to tell what was happening, you went along with it as you felt your back touch a tree. You slid down as the dark figure moved away. You touched your aching head and noted they returned in a few minutes.

“D-Diluc?” They crouched down in front of you and took your head into their hands.

“Diluc? I don’t know who that is.” They said. Finally, your vision cleared up and you gazed into beautiful, golden eyes. “Are you ok?” He had green hair, beautiful eyes, and a purple diamond on his forehead.

“I uh… y-yeah…” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks flushing a deep red.

“You’re red. Are you sure?” You nodded, pushing him away and standing up. However, you stood up too quickly and felt the world spin. But before you could fall, the man had caught you again. “Careful!”

“I… I’m sorry.” You mumbled, before relaxing into his arms. Shy or not, you don’t know how badly you’d been hurt.

“Just… stay still.” He mumbled, picking you up with ease. You let your head rest on his chest, closing your eyes for a minute. In your time of need, your boyfriend didn’t save you… why? Because he chose to be out with another girl. Yet this random man, he was here for you. He did save you.

***

“Will you be ok?” The man asked as you walked out of the healing house. You nodded to him.

“Yes. Thank you so much for bringing me here. I really appreciate it. I-I’m (f/n).”

“I know… I’m Xiao.”

“Xiao… it’s nice to meet you.” You beamed, holding your hand out. He stared at it for a minute before taking it in his and giving it a gentle shake.

***

Ever since that day, you’d felt less hopeless. You hadn’t been as worried about Diluc because you had Xiao. Xiao had mentioned he’d seen you plenty of times while you were adventuring. He mentioned he thought you were strong, but didn’t understand what had gone wrong the day he met you. You chose to lie and say it was because you were tired but needed the commission money. He called you careless for taking on a job you were too tired to handle. He also added that he’d been joining you every now and then to make sure you stayed in one piece.

However, as the days went on, Xiao accompanied you on more and more adventures. You’d started to forget about Diluc and felt less and less burdened by him choosing a new girl. In fact, it had been weeks since you’d seen him. You two still met up every now and then for some pathetic date, but even that stopped.

You opted to spend time with Xiao, someone who could help you forget your worries. You’d almost completely forgotten Diluc… until you saw him.

You and Xiao were in Liyue looking at some wares, when you saw bright red hair in the distance. Your heart stopped and you felt the anxiety start to build up. But the thing that hurt the most… was that Lumine was with him. You had no idea what to do. Well… there was one thing. You moved yourself directly in front of Xiao, whose back was facing Diluc and Lumine.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” You looked up at him with glossy eyes.

“I’m… sorry but c-can we s-stay like this? Fo-for a minute?” Xiao was hesitant, but nodded.

“Yeah, sure.” You let your gaze fall on his chest, but all you could think about was Diluc and Lumine. He… really did love her. It hurt, even now, it hurt so bad. It tore your heart to shreds.

As Diluc and Lumine started to walk away, you moved Xiao so that he could hide your figure. It didn’t take a genius to figure out you were hiding from someone.

“So, that’s Diluc. Nothing special.”

“What?”

“That’s him. The man you’re with, correct?” You immediately shook your head, but Xiao looked at you, silencing any protests. “I know. I saw you two together. About three years ago. You two were happy. I’m assuming that’s his new woman.”

“You...knew?”

“I knew of you two three years ago. I didn’t know anything about him. I figured he must’ve been Diluc when you called out to him six months ago.” The day he saved you. “Tell me.”

You broke. Xiao took you to a secluded spot where you told him everything. You couldn’t tell, but Xiao was furious. He hated how you’d been treated. Someone like you deserved the world, all the love the world could offer, yet… here you were crying about some idiot who couldn’t even treat you right.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with me.” You said, tears sliding down your cheeks. “She’s better. Lumine is stronger, she’s beautiful, she’s talented, she doesn’t even need a vision, she’s… better in every single way.” Xiao took your face, lifting your head to meet his eyes gently.

“I don’t think so.”

“But h-he wants her. N-not me…” His thumbs brushed away your tears.

“So?”

“Wh-what do you mean so? I love him and I-”

“Don’t need him.” You looked up at his gorgeous gold eyes.

“What?”

“You don’t need him. You want him. You want him back and for him to love you, but you don’t need him. You’ve stopped needing him since we met. Admit it.” He was right. With Xiao, you’d almost completely forgotten Diluc. Almost as if you’d moved on already.

“But…”

“It’s ok. It’s ok to move on so quickly. It’s ok to no longer want to spend your life with someone. It’s ok to let go.”

“Xiao…” You hadn’t even noticed his lips getting closer and closer until they were almost touching yours. But, Xiao pulled away and let go of you.

“You don’t need him.” Xiao stood up and patted your head, before walking away. You watched his figure disappear before leaning against the wall behind you. Maybe… he was right.

After a few minutes of contemplating, you stood up, feeling a great weight lifted off your chest. Yeah, you didn’t need Diluc anymore. Might as well officially break up with him.

You took a few deep breaths before scouting out Diluc. It wasn’t too hard, he stood out quite a bit.

“Diluc.” He turned around and his vermillion eyes widened.

“(f-f/n). Hi.”

“Hey, can we talk in private?” He nodded as Lumine left and you pulled him aside. For some reason, you felt no fear or anxiety. Just… peace. “I think we should break up.”

“Wh-what?”

“I think we should end this… whatever this is. Because let’s be honest, it’s not a relationship anymore.”

“B-but. Wait a minute, d-don’t do this-”

“I didn’t do anything. You did. I’m just going along with your lead.” You could see the sadness in his eyes but you refused to let it get to you. “You want Lumine, right? It’s ok! I’m completely fine with it. She’s a better option, I know. She’s strong, talented, beautiful, just better. Isn’t she?”

“But wait! You can’t just do this. You can’t leave me. I-”

“Don’t need you.” Diluc stared at you with wide eyes as you recalled Xiao’s words. It felt so good to say it out loud.

“What?”

“I don’t need you. You don’t want me. So why are we wasting our time like this?”

“Please don’t do this.”

“Why? What do you want from me? We haven’t even seen each other in over a month. There’s no point in trying to revive this relationship. There’s nothing left of it and to be frank… I don’t want it.” You gave him a hug, one he was barely able to reciprocate before you pulled away. However, he grabbed your hand.

“Please (f/n).”

“No. You want Lumine. Have her.” You shook his hand off and smiled brightly before leaving. You felt tears well up in your eyes again but it was ok. You knew it was ok, even as they slid down your cheeks.

Xiao smiled to himself as he leaned against the roof. He closed his eyes, engraving his mind with your figure. The way your hair flowed behind you, the way the sun shone down on your figure, the way you confidently smiled and walked away, it was all so beautiful and perfect.

“I have fallen in love with an exceptional woman…”

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crimsonwolfie · 4 years

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Unexpected — Hamish Duke x Reader

Prompt: You (the reader) have been going on dates with Hamish Duke for a little while now, but want something more serious...only he isn’t exactly showing the same...or is there more to him than he shows?

Warnings: tiny bit of angst but mainly sweet, tooth-aching fluff. Idek what this is but i was feeling it lmao — Enjoy my fellow Hamish Duke lovers :)

Word Count: 1,488

Requested?: No.

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Lifting the golden rimmed wine glass to your lips, you take a sip of the wine enclosed inside it. As you purse your lips you look over to your date, Hamish, sitting across you on the table for 2. A red rose sits perfectly between you two in a clear vase and a bottle of red is beside it. Hamish picks and prods at his plate, slowly taking a forkful of pasta to his mouth. You’ve been on a few dates with him and are hoping to take things to the next level some time soon. When? You’re not exactly sure, since he hasn’t been very open lately.

“So how’s your food?” You ask, trying to pick up a conversation for the third time that night.

“It’s alright” he replies, still looking down at his plate. You’re determined to get what he’s keeping from you off his chest.

“So what’re you thinking about?” You twirl spaghetti around your fork with one hand as the other is placed on the side of your head, elbow leaning on the table. Hamish looks up at you with his luminous, crystal blue pools and a confused expression drawn onto his perfect complexion.

“What do you mean?” He questions with a honeyed voice, brows furrowing and lips ever so slightly parted.

“You seem...offish? Like you’re either not in the mood or hiding something” you reply faintly, hoping that he’ll finally open up to you after being so distant these few days

“Y/N, it’s not about you. I enjoy your company, please don’t ruminate whether you’re the cause of this; It’s...family...stuff” Hamish retorts as he looks back down to his food, face still sour like a lemon drop. You’re still not convinced, but you will be...soon. Silence falls on the both of you as you sit pondering what you’re going to say, sipping and savouring the last drop of your wine. Around you are countless of couples who are spending a romantic evening together, actually enjoying each other’s company, romance painting their atmosphere like a Picasso masterpiece. You turn back to see Hamish slumped on the chair, deciding to put him straight (also because you’re craving something a little sweeter than ignorance right now). Taking a piece of your loose hair and tucking it behind your ear, you straighten your posture up;

“Okay Hamish, this doesn’t settle right with me. You say i’m not the problem but you’ve hardly spoken a word to me all night...and we’re here in this adorable, romantic restaurant with love and romance practically flooding the place, yet all i feel and see in front of me is sadness and ignorance. If you can’t be real with me then how can this even be real?” You tilt your head slightly “look, Ham...i like you. I mean, i really like you. And that scares me. You know why that scares me? Because ninety-nine percent of the time when i fall...it’s never reciprocated. And when that happens, it’s wallowing time again - a pit of misery, heartbreak and loneliness. And it doesn’t end there...it’s a vicious and draining circle of pain that i can’t escape from. So please, for me...if you don’t want to continue whatever this is, just let me go now...before i fall deeper.” pools of tears threaten to spill down your rosy cheeks, as your chin trembles slightly and that horrible tightening sensation ripped through your throat. Hamish stares at you with glazed eyes and an expression of hurt, lips curled downwards slightly. The silence becomes excruciatingly painful, until Hamish crashes his lips onto yours with pure passion, lust and desire. Fluttering your eyes, it takes you a hot minute to process what’s happening, but when you do, your lips move together just like magic...complimenting one another like fire and ice. Your lips part slightly in the midst of the kiss, allowing access for Hamish to enter his tongue gently as you lean into the kiss deeper.

Breaking apart for air, you stare down in disbelief. Did he really just do that? Man, that man has balls.

“I...i’m sorry if i gave you the wrong impression. Truth is, my friends and i have a lot going on lately and beyond this...stuff...we all have to deal with together...you’re the only part of my life that makes me happy and calm...you’re the only part of my life that feels real - permanent should i say. And i’d really like it to stay that way, if that’s okay with you?” Hamish asks with a wobbly tone. His eyes swell slightly as they shine under the dimly lit candlelight beside the two of you, creating a warm and comforting glow around him. It’s at this moment when you realise how safe, how happy you feel when with him. When you realise...he’s that rare one percent of your love life that breaks the chain of pain. You look up and smile with your crimson red lips, hair flopping from behind your ear into your face.

“That’s perfectly okay with me, love” you smile, as Hamish brings one hand on top of your palm on the table and the other hand towards your face, slowly placing your hair back behind your ear. He smiles at you softly with both his mouth and his eyes, letting out a choked laugh.

“I really do mean it, you’re special to me, Y/N. I like yo- i mean i really like you, too” he whispers, leaning himself forward to peck your lips ever so gently. You linger on his lips for a couple of seconds, smiling into the kiss until he parts, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You want to get out of here?” You whisper, rubbing your leg on his under the table, to which his eyes widen at and that certified smirk appears. He waves for the waiter to bring the check and before you know it, he’s whipping you out of the restaurant and into the humid, night air. Linking your arms together, he looks up into the night sky and smiles. The warmth radiating from his body comforts you as you snuggle deeper into his touch. You glance up at him, seeing him smiling into the sky with his eyes shut closed and a pink glow radiating from his cheeks. A sight like this, quite literally would make any girl’s heart melt. Smiling into his arm, you happily sigh, feeling your heartbeat increase by the second in pure happiness and contentment

“Where are we going?” You murmur

“It’s a surprise” he replies, tightening his grip onto your arm whilst leaning down to kiss your forehead. Intertwining fingers, you smile up to him in adoration.

“I love you Hamish” you breathe out, eyes widening after realising what just came out of your mouth, your heart stops beating suddenly. Hamish’s face completely lights up upon your declaration, smile bigger than all the planets put together, a light chuckle leaving his throat

“I love you too, Y/N” he replies. You feel your heart jump at his words, suddenly starting to pump blood around your body again. You can feel it pumping blood to your cheeks, as your face heats up in relief and joy.

Approaching a tall, brooding skyscraper, Hamish stops.

“We’re here!” He chirps up, opening the door for you to go through “my beautiful lady first” he smiles, to which you curtsy to and enter the building. He takes you to the elevator and presses the button for the top floor.

“So you live here?” You ask as you turn to face him

“Well yeah, you could say that” he replies

“So you don’t live in that old house in the middle of the woods, or is that just where your friends live?” You take a step closer towards him. He grasps your hand in his, intertwining fingers once again.

“Yeah, they do live there” he confirms as the elevator reaches the top floor. You both step out, him leading the way down the long and dark corridor. He reaches into his pocket upon stopping outside a door on the far end. Opening the door with a loud creaking sound, he prompts for you to go in first. The room was immaculately designed and decorated, with open space and a modern touch. Hamish flickers on the lights, illuminating the room. You glare around in amazement, eyes readjusting to the brightness once again

“You LIVE here?!” You repeat once again, only more exaggeration this time. “Somewhere like this must cost thousands, look at the view!” You drop his hand and run up to the window, mouth dropping as you see the city skyline and lights illuminating the city for miles away “how can a TA afford somewhere so beautiful, so breathtaking? Okay have you got a laundrette somewhere or something?” You joke, hands struck against the sides of your face. Hamish chuckles deeply at your accusations, but simply replies

“I actually...own the building”

“Honey what?”

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spiltscribbles · 4 years

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Oooh! Prompts! Remus and Sirius moving in together please! 💛

Notes: Thank you SO SO much gorgeous<3 I’m like kinda embarrassed that this is kinda shit, especially because you’re writing is so fucking gorgeous, so I’m sorry.

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“YOU!”

With a start that almost makes him drop the vase in his hands, Sirius turns around to find his surly looking boyfriend glaring daggers straight at him, lips pursed and nose wrinkled ever so fetchingly. “Me?”

“You!”

“ Is this a Muggle game of semantics or something Moons, because for the life of me I’m not following.”

Remus’s glower only deepens, radiating a distinct sort of disapproval that could only ever be honed in by years of prefectness. “You thief!” He squawks, hands perched on his hips, and mouth twisted up mutinously.

“Is this the part where you say I stole your heart?” Sirius goads with a cocked brow, resuming their unpacking. “Because love, that line gets old after the millionth recital, but I do appreciate the spirit.”

“Wha? Na—no that is not what I was going to say you egotistical prick!” Remus scoffs— just a bit flustered with a dusting of pink touching the tops of his sharp cheekbones. “You ate the last spring role!” He accuses emphatically, almost tripping over the over a dozen boxes that are strewn across their newly furnished living room. Sirius can’t help but be endeared by Remus and his everythingness.

“Yes, yes I did Wise Guy,” He confirms distractedly. “I also dipped it into some spicy mustard and drank a bottle of water while I was at it… Your point being?”

“My point you utter berk is that it was mine! I called dibs!”

“I remember no such thing,” Sirius sniffs haughtily, moving to rearrange the photographs on their mantel. (And yeah, it’s still fucking insane to him that he’s become so domestic that he’s got a mantel over the fireplace that the man he loves more than any other had insisted was absolutely crucial to have if they were to move in together—probably for really romantical love making sessions in front of it’s flames with the bliss of no worries of anyone barging in on them, or griping if they were being to loud—Which by the way, James honestly had no right in complaining about considering his track record with his and Lily’s on again, off again mating ritual.

“Liar!" Sirius honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Remus started stomping his feet right about now, and pouting up a storm if the childishly cross expression on his pretty face is anything to go by. (And honestly how could one man be so adorable and sexy all at once.) “You were finishing up the shrimp tempura— because you are a posh idiot without any tastebuds— , and I said that I’ll be right back to get some of the boxes in the spare room, and to save it for me! And then I come here, and I find this! This breach of all we’ve built together!”

Sirius barely conceals his snort. “Is that right? The foundations of our whole, entire bloody relationship? And right after this afternoon, when I made you—“

Two spots of color blotch high on Remus’s cheeks and he cuts him off before Sirius can completely recount the frankly remarkable romp they had just finished with before deciding they needed some nourishment before getting back to unpacking. “Don’t you try to change the subject you stealing stealer who steals!”

“That insult leaves something to be desired Moonbeam.”

“You’re a prick.”

“And you wound me!” Sirius mock sobs, slamming his fist against his chest and swinging back his arm against his forehead. “A plague on you, and your family! And another on your family’s cow.”

Remus’s face morphs into his painfully unimpressed expression, (Hint, it’s very, very flat). “I’ll take your intentional dodge as an admission,” He scoffs, arms crossed tight against his chest.

“I admit nothing!” Sirius shouts in an overdone accent that would better fit the set of Downton Abbey. “Nothing Lupin!”

Remus rolls his eyes at Sirius’s hyperbolic attitude, and okay. Yes. Perhaps Sirius remembers a similar conversation akin to what Remus had described occurring only ten minutes prior. But to be quite honest, Sirius was hardly listening. Remus’s got on one of Sirius’s oversized t-shirts, a pair of boxer-briefs, and nothing else. So yeah, he should definitely not be expected to be paying anything any mind while his beyond gorgeous boyfriend is sitting there, impossibly long legs put out for display, and one perfectly alabaster shoulder bare where the shirt has slipped right off, effectively derailing Sirius's thoughts to how he’d teasingly kissed across his collar bone just earlier that night, nibbling on the hinge of his jaw while Remus had been writhing beneath him. so Really and truly, he should’ve never been expected to remember anything— let alone something as trivial as dibs— if his utterly perfect partner is right there for the taking, a determined dent between his brows, and intermittently rinsing his hand through his disheveled locks of hair like spun gold, excited over the prospect of fixing up this flat that is now their home.

Dear Merlin above does Sirius love this bloke with every fiber of his being.

“Well,” he relents, swaggering up closer to Remus so that they’re standing only inches apart. “Even if I did remember that such a discussion had taken place how you’ve described it—“

“It did, and you know it Black!” He harrumphs, using Sirius’s surname just to get a rise out of him.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now love, is There?.”

Sirius’s sure that he’s won the argument and they could just move on, until he catches the glint in Remus’s impossibly luminous eyes—a glint that always means trouble, a glint that’s never failed to make each one of Sirius’s nerve endings go ablaze.

“Is that right?”

“I reckon it is Moonbeam,” he leers, is momentarily distracted by the downright angelic smile Remus casts his way right then, but suddenly, an onslaught of fingers are piercing into his ribs, wiggling and tickling him into submission.

“Say you’re sorry!” Remus demands, an effortless grin of his own swept across his lovely face, brighter than the morning sun. And yeah, maybe Sirius should just admit that it was his bad, apologize a thousand times over in the form of lingering kisses and caressing hands.… But the thing is, Sirius’s stubbornness has always been too rigid for his own good, and he’s always loved prodding at Remus till He just went off like the world’s most darling firecrackers.

“Never you absolute wanker!”

“I won’t relent till you profess an apology to my satisfaction,” Remus scoffs— a playful giggle lilting his overly formal words.

“And I won’t surrender!” He parries with a leer. Sirius tickles back harder, and Remus shimmies around so much that He ends up jabbing him in the eye, ramming straight into his chest, and effectively sprawling them—all long limbs and crooked angles—onto the wooden floorboards.

“Just say you’re sorry!” He insists, strangled laughter starting to gargle his words while Sirius just gazes down at him, mercilessly besotted.

“”S not my fault you didn’t take it with you Lupin, i’ve committed no grievance.”

“Oh come off it pretty boy.”

“Oy! I’m ruggedly handsome you arse!”

“Testy, testy.”

“You’re the pretty one.”

“Oh suck my cock.”

“Been there done that.”

Remus seems to be fighting down another laugh before he knees him lightly in the abdomen enough that Sirius tenses, giving Remus the chance to switch their positions once again, so that He’s back on top.

“My have the tables turned,” He taunts with one of his most dazzling smiles, dimples in full effect, and crinkles around his pretty sea glass eyes.

“I like how you think I’m at all opposed to this position,” Sirius says with a pixilated gleam, arching back enough so that their cotton clad dicks buck up against each other.

“Perv!” Remus scolds, smacking his chest playfully. “Now admit that I won!”

“Never!”

Somehow, amidst all the thrashing bodies and choked peals of laughter, Sirius flips him over— slight body beneath his own, with Remus’s wrists pinned over his head and his legs wrapped around Sirius’s waste.

“Now, now Monsieur Moony, I reckon that spring has rolled into winter for you,” Sirius most definitely does not laugh raucously at his own pun.

“That’s not even the direction that the seasons go in,” Remus frowns, nose wrinkled indelicately, a tell Sirius’s picked up on whenever He’s mad over an outcome.

“You still lost though,” Sirius barbs with no real bite, pecking a quick kiss to his lips in solace.

“You’re awful, and I’m breaking up with you,” Remus sniffs in turn—wiggling underneath him to try and get loose.

“Oh, you love me really.” Sirius preens like the cat who’s caught the canary— the world’s most beautiful and brilliant and ruffled canary that is.

“Lies and slander!” Remus waggles his tongue between his teeth, and Sirius dips down to bite it teasingly.

“Hmm, now isn’t this cute,” the pair scramble away from each other, utterly stunned once spotting Lily of all people, gaze twinkling and lips set into a firm smirk, eyeing them while leisurely lounging against the door frame.

“You two really can’t keep yr sodding hands off of each other, can you?”

Remus completely reddens, totally flustered, while Sirius only follies back a smug sort of grin at the force of nature that is Lily Evans, his practical sister-in-law, remus’s best friend, and all around genius.

“How long have you been watching Red dearest,” Sirius asks wryly, making it so now Lily’s the one who’s flushing..

“I hate you Black.” She says shortly, and Sirius’s beam doesn’t falter. “Re, as your spiritual older sister—“

“You’re barely a month older Lils,” Remus interjects, but Lily just goes on as if he hadn’t.

“I think it’s my job to remind you that he’s not the only bloke in London with a decent shoulder to waste ratio and nice hair. We can snag you someone with a bit of brains even.”

Sirius tosses her a V shaped salute, and Lily sticks her tongue out in retaliation, but for his part, Remus only tries to cut through the tension with one of his friendlier grins, though it just comes out as an awkward grimace. “I forgot that you’re dropping off the boxes tonight.”

“Evidently Ace,” she snorts, strutting further into the apartment and setting down the box of photos Remus had asked her to bring over from their old place. “Far too busy snogging with the boy who single handedly received the most detentions in Hogwarts history, while also, somehow— by the grace of God— threatened our stances as top of the class.”

“Oy Evans, can’t take all the credit for myself. Jem was my better half, till he moved on to the likes of you.”

Lily ignores him, save for the way her pretty face gets a bit scrunched out of irritation. “Ace, I ask you, what would McGonagall say if she saw her favorite prefect gallivanting around with such a delinquent.

Remus lets out one of his rare and beautiful laughs, something that feels buoyant and is really more breath than sound, but is still so vibrant and splendid and it never fails to thrust Sirius back to the Hogwarts Express, where he and Remus had first met as a couple of wide eyed eleven year olds, and all the contradicting emotions Remus had provoked upon first sight. Wonder, and confusion. Intrigue, and diffidence. Wanting, and fear. It’s an attribute of Remus's that Sirius will never not be amazed by.

“Ah, Minnie my love, how I do miss her so, now where were we Moonbeam?”

“I’m still standing here Black,” Lily reproves with a scoff.

“I think it was about here,” Sirius continues, dipping down to kiss at Remus’s protruding collar bones.

“Settle down mutt,” Remus rebukes with no real heat, a gentle hand carding through Sirius’s hair.

“God, you two are already an old married couple.”

“You really do know the best moments to interrupt sweetheart.” Sirius snipes with a playful roll to his eyes, his hand discretely resting over the small of Remus’s back.

“And you have no decency, corrupting Remus the way that you do.”

“Okay first, I take fucking offense, you know better than me that Moony here was the mastermind behind most of our delightful pranks.”

“You mean your childish inconveniences you plagued on the unsuspecting public?”

“And secondly, we didn’t even get to the fun, currupting part because of your oh so lovely interruption.” Sirius retorts moodily, though he soon suspects the joke was a wrong play to make when Lily’s smile suddenly goes predatory and sHe flips back a lock of her wind blown curls, ready to pounce.

“Well perhaps I just stopped by to make sure you weren’t further defiling my dear Remus. But I guess that giant love bite on your neck proves that I’m too late.”

Sirius can’t help the chuckle that pours out of his lips at her needled observation, smacking a hand to conceal the hickey sHe’s taunting him about, knowing exactly where it is, it’s been a topic of teasing all morning long from a smug Sirius to a properly indignant Remus.

“He-he just marks easily,” Remus pipes out, cheeks completely infused red and worrying on his bottom lip. Sirius suspects that Lily just knew that the one chink in his armor is prodding at Remus’s less than poised acts.

Lily rolls her eyes in a way that convinces Sirius that sHe doesn’t believe it for a second. “Whatever you say oh Saint Remus,” sHe smirks with no more argument. “but pray tell, are you guys about done swapping spit around me? Or is that going to forever be a regular occurrence in the Remus and Sirius show?”

“Now I’d reckon that’ll get a sold out crowd every night, don’t you?” Sirius asks, directing his question at the pair of of them while taking Remus’s hand, and pushing him even closer— just always preferring to have some sort of contact with him.

“Oh put a sock in it,” Remus harrumphs, finally starting to return to his normal coloring in the midst of Lily’s unrestrained cackles.

“Aw, don’t be shy love, it’s only the truth.”

Remus presses the pads of his fingers to Sirius’s lips and glares at him for good measure, “Some things are better left for private.”

“Hah,” Lily scoffs, weight slung to her left hip. “As if I don’t get a front row seat every time you two are within even in a ten foot radius of each other—OH hey, I know that look Ace! The one eyed squint, and the teeth. Well your “I’m about to kill my gorgeous best friend,” look has no place here, i’ll see my way out now. Just promise not to christen every room in this place, kay? We’d all like to visit without the residual specs haunting us! And I know how moody you get without your daily dose of my scintillating company.”

Sirius thinks that Remus’s trying to skewer a whole in the spot where Lily was just standing, if the terribly cross look on his face says anything. It’s precious, Sirius can’t help but snicker.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake! You’re s’pose to be on my side!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you Moons,” he kisses the fingers Remus has still got on his mouth, mock consolatory. “Just incredibly turned on.”

That dent between Remus’s brows is back again for a moment, but then his beauteous features smoothen out and He just pecks a quick kiss to Sirius’s lips before rifling through the box Lily brought over, muttering a light,”Whatever,” as He does so.

There’s a quick wrapping to the window, and Sirius glances over to find his owl— Odysseus— with a bundle of letters attached to his left leg. By rote, Sirius feeds him some of the pellets they keep there for convenience, and unwinds the bundle of parchments, beginning to shuffle through them.

There’s a copy of the Nightly prophet with the murder of another Muggle family splattered all over the front cover in a sickeningly gauche manner, a free trial subscription to the Quibbler with a reading for Scorpios in the month of October, a letter from Peter about his mum and sisters driving him up the rails, an invitation from Marlene for he and Remus to come out to dinner with them for Dorcas’s Birthday, and a ominous letter from James of all paper that simply says a gift for Moony.

Bewildered to why he hadn’t just sent it along with Lily, Sirius tares off the attached photograph only to find something truly, horrendously vile. a photograph of himself. One that was definitely taken fifth year— Sirius’s worst year where he absolutely could not stand being around his family for a moment longer, and James was getting more settled with his studies, an Remus was dating that prefect prick from Ravenclaw and was exceedingly elusive from Marauders nights out. This was so obviously taken on one of those aforementioned nights out that it’s comical. Sirius’s hair is as long as it’s ever been— touching the tops of his shoulders— and he’s chugging down a fruity, pink concoction— the type that Rosmerta was always cooking up for them— hand over fist, and he’s got on puppy ears and a fake nose. In layman’s terms he looks like a complete and total pillock. Drunk off his ass so much so that you can see the stars in his eyes even through the clunky glasses he had stolen from James— convinced that he was sporting them for purely esthetic reasons and not because the knob is actually as blind as a bloody bat— and his finger is pointed and mouth is open in the way it always is when he’s ranting about something or the other.

It’s perhaps the only photograph in history where Sirius isn’t looking his typical, jaw dropping gorgeous self.

There’s about a thousand different retorts he wants to scribble on a spare parchment and shoot right back to James— ranging from nasty to downright despicable— but then he catches the familiar peal of laughter coming from behind him. He’s not surprised when he sees Remus—beautiful, ingenuous, perfect Remus who’s physically incapable of taking a photograph less than effortlessly lovely, even while pissed— peering over his shoulder in utter amusement.

“Oh My God I need to ask James to send me one of the hundreds of copies he surely has.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius retorts darkly.

“I’ll use an enlarging charm and hang it up above the mantel, for prosperity. The one time Sirius looks the way he acts,” he moves his hand over an invisible marquee and looks so damn smug that Sirius could kiss him, and in fact, that’s exactly what he does.

“I hate him,” is all he says afterwards, once he’s pulled away.

“I can’t believe that’s you!” Remus continues with eyes full of mirth.

“I want to banish him, no. No I want to banish all of them. All of our friends, we can make knew ones Moons. I mean look at us! We’re a catch!” He tosses the letters onto the newly acquired sofa as if they have personally affronted him and all he stands for.

“ Oh brilliant idea love.”

“That sounds like your sarcastic voice Moons.”

“No, you’ve got my full support. this’s our castle Pads, we can banish whom ever we like,” Remus balances on his tiptoes, and smacks an exasperated kiss onto his cheek. Sirius can barely contain the glee that’s dancing in his eyes at the thought of this being their own personal castle— a fortress just for the pair of them to escape within— causing another swell of fondness to pound in his chest.

“Well maybe we can give’m another chance,” he relents, melting into how Remus’s locked his arms around his neck, and is smiling up at him with all the love in the world shining unadulteratedly in his lovely eyes. “I mean they did help us move all those boxes and all.”

Remus hums his agreement while he presses his forehead against his own, endlessly endeared.

“What a generous king,” He goads, words hugged with fondness.

“Ooo, I like that, call me that in bed and I might bless you with my royal sector.”

Remus thumps his nose, “Your more tolerable when you don’t speak and just stand there being pretty.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty Moonykins?”

Remus shakes his head ruefully, the smile on his face one that Sirius knows well— one that means he’s reluctantly endeared. “Dork.”

“Plonker.”

There lips meet for another kiss and it feels like all the resplendence in the galaxy being distilled between just the two of them.

#Wolfstar #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #marauders #spilt ink #sugarplums #kattlupin #so totally completely fluff #RIP #life's been total shit this week #so I guess this is a thing #I'm sorry sweets

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auradeestrella · 3 years

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here are some songs that sound dinluke to me and a short au of why! enjoy!

– space girl by frances forever. it’s about how din talks about his boyfriend, luke. they have been together for a little over a year, but he feels like everything was new with him by his side. he can’t even remember how were his morning before waking up besides his cyar’ika, watching his soft lips curve into a smile and receiving a sleepy kiss with a lazy ‘good morning’. or the long walks at night, with only the stars as their companions. yeah, he did this stuff, but everytime he does something with luke it’s like something he never even knew existed. and that’s because din absolutely loves every single part of luke, he knows he’s going to marry him because he loves feeling new warm emotions everytime luke’s hands brushes on his own. he is never letting him go, and luke knows it, and everytime he feels it he melts.

– star by loona. /but so selfishly, i want you and nobody else/. luke was terrified at first, because he knew since the first time din removed his helmet that he was absolutely gone for that man. he tried to fight his feelings, he was so afraid of loving someone because it could mean falling like his father. but leia and han convince him to go for it, because luke is so good with everyone, he deserves someone to be looking out for him. a home to come to. the song talks about how he feels selfish about being with din, since he could be doing something else to defeat the empire, helping people, anything. but he is there, laying on top of din while the candle of the room starts to turn into smoke, and luke just vents all his feelings away for din to hear, and he thinks that keeping luke with all his brightness away is selfish. they almost throw everything away, but after some days they come back to e/os arms and make a promise about never, ever, letting their insecurities tear them apart.

– would you be so kind? by dodie. in this soft fluff himbo dumb twink dinluke au, they are both completely heels over head for the other, but they are so shy and not know how to flirt, like, AT ALL. luke takes han’s advice, so everytime din compliments him, he thinks it’s just a friendly word because, of course that han told him showing no interest at all is the right way of showing interest in someone. and for din... he never even thought about kissing someone, he has been alone with his son for over a year now and his friends surely don’t have any idea of what’s being in a relationship whatsoever. he used to live for his creed and job, but now, all he can think about is giving luke some compliments at the worst time possible. they seriously need some classes on how to flirt, but they are getting there by giving e/o gifts, like the time din wrapped (poorly, grogu helped too) a necklace made of shiny rocks that he doesn’t even know but the guy selling it said jedis loved them so he said fuck it and spent half of his credits in it. luke is... more thoughtful. he put drawings that grogu made of him with his 2 dads and write little letters to din on the back.

– ophelia by the lumineers. just dinluke dancing to it, no shoes on, big smiles on their faces while they celebrate their marriage. then, rey, who’s holding grogu, joins them because now she officially has a small, wholesome family.

– strange love by halsey. luke is the prince of alderaan, and his bodyguard, din, is considered a dangerous, reserved man. he barely talks, he only trusts luke, leia, cara, boba, fennec and greef, so they are the only one’s that don’t see him as a weirdo. the rumours start to be out after din and luke were catched dancing on leia’s annual celebration of life party, and then din carried luke to his room, only to sleep by his side, taking care of him all night. truth is... luke, being able to date anyone, just wants the man that held him so tightly that night. he loves being taken care of, he loves the late night conversations, specially when din let’s him sit on his lap and caress his waist so delicately, just shows how much he truly adores him, and how he, from the moment he accepted this job, knew he was going to fall for the prince with ocean eyes and soft smile that always seemed so natural with the moonlight above them. a little time into their relationship luke receives the offer to marry this princess of where-the-fuck-who-cares because of course, he is a prince. so when he tells din, he agrees with the people. it’s not until the dinner to make everything official that luke explodes, starting to talk about how everyone else see him as a threat but din, and how everyone also thinks din is insane for being so quiet. he ends his speech while looking directly at din, saying “why should anyone care about who i love and fuck anyways.”

#luke skywalker #din djarin #skydalorian #dinluke #grogu #rey skywalker #star wars au #the mandalorian au

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trashforgubler · 3 years

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My Cell

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Spencer falls in love with the reader, who is the owner of a bookstore

Extra Info: Titled after “My Cell” by the Lumineers, which is one of my favorite songs ever, 11/10 should listen. Also the book I mention in here is one of my all time favs if you’re looking for a recommendation

Requests: Open

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Spencer had a thing for books. At least, that’s what he told himself as he was walking into Bastet Books for the third time this week. Even though this bookstore was on the other side of town, and there were exactly three other book stores that were considerably closer to his apartment. He told himself this bookstore was better, even though the other ones had far greater selections (and lower prices). He told himself that he liked the white cat with one blue eye and one green eye that greeted him at the door every time he came in, and it had nothing to do with you thank you very much.

Of course, he had noticed that you were… attractive. But attraction is nothing but science. Anyone would be attracted to someone as beautiful as you were. The way your hands gently cradled the books in your arms as you restocked them on the shelf. The way your eyebrow furrowed slightly as you read, making you look lost in another world. Anyone would notice the smell of lavender and Old Spice as you walked by, excusing yourself with a soft voice and a shy smile, your bright eyes darting theirs as they moved past. This is what Spencer used to explain the butterflies that flew around in his stomach every time he saw you at the cash register.

He did not have a crush on you, he was just observant.

And as Spencer walked out of the bookstore with an armful of true crime and a copy of Twilight (in Russian of course, as he doesn’t read fiction in English, but still takes his friend’s recommendations), he realized he was going to have to think of some more reasons why he drives the extra 20 minutes to this bookstore, because the persistent itch in his eyes and nose were telling him he may be allergic to cats.

Three days later Spencer was back at the bookstore. The same bookstore that was an inconvenient distance away and had an animal that he was definitely allergic to. He told himself he got allergy medicine because there may be other times where it might come in handy and going into the bookstore was a good way to test it out anyway.

The bell on the door welcomed him in. As always, he immediately looked to the cash register, secretly hoping to see you. No, I’m not hoping anything Spencer assured himself. Although his own mind contradicted this thought as he found himself disappointed when he laid eyes on not you, but an older man with a scraggly beard behind the counter. Funny, he thought for sure you worked on Thursdays. But he began browsing the shelves anyway because he was certainly here to buy books and that did not change based on who was working.

He made his way to a section he hasn’t been down before: Historical Fiction. Usually, he preferred to keep historical and fiction books separate from each other, as he found the inaccuracies to be outraging when the two were mixed together. But he had already read all of the historical books in the store by now, and as he found last time, he was not a fan of complete fiction. Even in Russian.

His long fingers traced the dusty spines on the shelves as he read each title to himself. The quiet music echoing down the empty aisle made him smile slightly, another reason he loved this store. The others were boring and dead silent. Stepping into them felt like walking around a prestigious museum more than a bookstore. Not here. Here, there was the strum of acoustic music that made everything feel alive. Small conversations could be heard from other aisles, and he liked how they stacked the books here. Not just on the shelves, but on top of them, and on coffee tables placed sporadically throughout the room. There were even books on the windowsills, as if the store were so bursting with words and stories they couldn’t be confined to a single space.

Spencer picked up a book from the top of the shelf: The Secret History by Donna Tartt. It was clearly used; the cover was bent at the corner and the spine was broken in several places. It was even starting to rip at the bottom. These were his favorite books. Ones that were read by so many people it was starting to fall apart but seemed to stay together just for him.

“That’s a great book.”

Spencer turned to the voice, but he knew he didn’t need to. He would recognize the softness of the words and the smell of lavender anywhere. You were standing near him, a box of newly shipped books in your arms, ready to shelve. Except the box was marked Contemporary, not Historical Fiction. Maybe it was this minute detail, the one that meant you had walked into the aisle he was in just to see what he was reading that gave him the courage to respond.

“Yeah, it looks good. I think I’m gonna buy it.”

He pretended to study the cover again. He wanted to keep talking, he really did, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.

“You’re Spencer, right?”

Spencer looked up again and nodded, trying to keep his face and body language casual, even though he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

“You’re in here a lot, aren’t you?”

Spencer nodded again. Say something, he scolded himself.

“Yeah, I uh, really like to read.”

He mentally slapped himself. Could he have picked something more stupid to say?

“I can tell,” you said with a smile. God, you had such a beautiful smile. “I’m Y/N by the way.” You shifted the box of books into one arm and extended your hand to him. He shook it without thinking about all the germs that might be on it. For the first time in years, the thought never crossed his mind. Maybe it was because you were different than other people. Other people were germy and even the thought of touching their hands revolted him enough to spit statistics at them, lectures on how he would rather kiss a stranger on the lips than shake their hand if given the choice. The touch of your hand made him want to melt.

You stood in silence for a few seconds, smiling at each other politely. Spencer began to rock on the balls of his feet slightly, usure of what else to do. He should not be feeling nervous, but he was

“Well, let me know if you need anything,” you said finally and leave the aisle.

As soon as you were out of sight, Spencer rubbed furiously at his eyes. What was that? He interviews serial killers for a living but can’t have a coherent conversation with someone he likes? No, I don’t like them, he assured himself. Liking someone means going on dates and doing other things with them, and Spencer does not do that. He ignores the persistent voice in his head telling he would actually very much enjoy doing those things with you.

A small purring object presses against the bottom of his pant leg, tickling his ankles. He looks down and sees the cat, rubbing his body against him. Spencer bends down and pets the top of his head, absently wondering if you had noticed that his hands had been shaking during the 30-second interaction. He looks back down at the cat and sees that they’re wearing a collar, Bastet it reads. Spencer smiled to himself. There seemed to be something unignorably adorable about naming a bookstore after your cat, and naming your cat after the Egyptian god of cats. Spencer liked the idea that there was someone just as nerdy as him.

He gave Bastet a quick kiss on the top of the head and left the aisle. He turned right to go to the cash register but stopped when he saw who it was. Scraggly beard guy was gone, and instead, you were chatting with a customer as you bagged their items. Immediately, Spencer’s heartbeat picked up once again, and the butterflies returned to his stomach. Stop. He told himself. I will not let you get nervous over someone you don’t even like. When it was his turn, he put The Secret History on the counter and pulled the bills out of his wallet.

“Spencer, long time no see.” you joked. You scanned his book and took the bills from his hand. He would be lying if he said his heart didn’t jump when your soft fingers grazed his.

Spencer forced himself to return the laugh even though he felt like throwing up. Why did he feel like throwing up? He avoided eye contact by shuffling the bills around his wallet until you returned the book to him. You opened your mouth to say something, but Spencer cut you off with a hasty, “Have a nice day!” before speed walking out of the store. He told himself it was because he didn’t want to hold up the line with another conversation, but he knew deep down if he looked at you for one second longer he would say things that were not rational, and Spencer was always rational.

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That night when Spencer tucked himself into bed and opened up the book, his receipt fell out of the first page and onto his chest. Only the receipt had something written on it in neat blue ink.

Spencer,

I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll let someone better at words than I am say it instead (I’m a reader and not a writer for a reason). Read the poem "A Stranger" by Lang Leav. It’s one of my favorites and every time I read it, I find myself thinking of you.

- Y/N

But Spencer didn’t have to read the poem, because he’s read it many times before. And every time he did, he found himself thinking of you. He smiled as he finally welcomed the butterflies and racing heart wholly at the thought of your name. And before he drifted off to sleep, he recited the poem in his head, and with every line he thought, a new butterfly appeared.

There is a love I reminisce,

Like a seed

I've never sown.

Or lips that I am yet to kiss,

and eyes

not met my own.

Hands that wrap around my wrists,

and arms

that feel like home.

I wonder how it is I miss,

these things

I've never known.

Maybe falling in love, was not so scary after all.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds au #fanfiction #fluff #fanfic prompt #bookstore au #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #mgg

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yukiwrites · 3 years

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Lost, but Found

Thank you for the support once again, @ramannnn! This was so wholesome to write, so I hope you like it~

Summary: The pair of hairpins Lien Jin wore with her usual outfit were a gift from her lover, Childe. She treasured them as much as she did anything he did for her, so when she woke up one morning and realized she had lost one, Lien Jin stormed out of home...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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The doe-eyed dancer, Lien Jin. To say that she was the treasure of the Liyue Theater was an understatement, especially if someone asked one of her many siblings -- all of whom were also part of the staff who worked at the theater itself. She was a jewel to be kept safe and away from any prying hands, one so precious that they couldn’t leave her alone whenever she went outside on her own.

Of course, the biggest reason for that was because Lien Jin herself was much too shy around strangers to be able to enjoy a walk outside on her own -- not to mention that her overwhelming popularity made her stick out like a sore thumb when she stepped foot out of the theater. Some of her fans were overbearing, which frightened her to no end; meaning that it was imperative for one of her siblings to be with her if she were to go out.

There was a whole timetable set at the kitchen of their house, which was behind the theater. Depending on the day of the week or the hour of the day, Lien Jin was able to ask any of a set number of siblings, all according to the table; though there were some who were prone to leaving their work to escort Lien Jin depending on the situation outside.

However, this time Lien Jin went out in a hurry, running unceremoniously through the back door as though possessed.

“Oh no, where-” Lien Jin huffed as she ran through the streets, her eyes darting around the ground, “where could it be?!”

Worried, the maiden clutched her chest as she stopped to take a breather, fishing through her memories to remember where she had been yesterday in an attempt to retrace her steps. She had lost an item so precious to her that it made tears well up in her clear eyes in a way that would bewitch a lesser man and bring forth a feral maternal instinct on older women.

Even her head felt lighter without the wonderful hairpin that her beloved Childe had gifted her some time ago. She wore the twin pins every single day without fault, to the point that she felt incomplete without the set of them.

Yet, how could she have lost one of them?! Worse yet, it took her a full night to notice it was gone? How did she even go to bed last night after taking off the single hairpin and not noticing that its twin had been lost during the previous day?

What if she couldn’t find it anymore? Childe told her it was a one of a kind set from Mingxing Jewelry! It was such a wonderful, thoughtful and very expensive present… How could she have done it to something so precious her beloved had given her? She had to find it!

Panting, Lien Jin shook her head to clear away the dreadful thoughts and bit her shaking lip.

“Huh? Lumine, Lumine, look! That girl there seems like she’s in trouble, let’s check it out!” A childish, cheery voice chirped from nearby, making Lien Jin lift her gaze towards it.

Blinking, Lien Jin made eye contact with a fairy-like little girl clad in white, who pulled a blonde young woman by the arm. “Um-”

“Are you alright?” The girl called Lumine approached carefully, reaching to her pocket to fetch a handkerchief. “You’re crying.”

“Ah, I’m, oh… What do I do…” Faced with such unexpected kindness, Lien Jin felt her tears pour faster than before, unknowingly accepting Lumine’s handkerchief and sobbing into it.

“Oh, what to do; what can Paimon do…” The little fairy floated around the two of them, her forehead scrunched in worry. “It’s gonna be okay, lady! Let Paimon and Lumine help you, we’re good at that!”

Lumine narrowed her eyes at her emergency food before going back to the crying girl, patting her shoulder in a soothing way. “Although she’s quick to jump to conclusions, Paimon’s right. We’ll try our best to help you, if you’ll have us.”

“T-truly?” Lien Jin raised her adorably red and teary gaze to the two strangers, touched for having received such unwarranted kindness just when she was feeling the most helpless. “I-I wouldn’t want to impose…”

Paimon puffed her chest with pride. “No worries! We can handle it!” She giggled, floating around Lien Jin in an attempt to make her laugh.

Lumine nodded to Paimon’s statement and squeezed her hand on Lien Jin’s shoulder. “What’s happened?”

Lien Jin hiccuped once before patting the handkerchief on her cheeks and eyes to dry the overflowing tears, her nose still a bit stuffy from the sudden cry. “A-actually, I lost something really important to me, it was…” She reached out to the lone hairpin on her head, adorning one of the twin buns she usually wore, “it was a hairpin that pairs with this one. My lover gave them to me when we had our anniversary, so it’s something really, really important to me… I don’t even know how I could’ve lost it; I always keep it so close-”

“HEY! You two!! What’re you doing to my little sister?!” A sudden yell startled the trio into looking at the alley they were right in front of.

“W-waah?!” Paimon flew behind Lumine by reflex, wide-eyed at the approaching woman.

“B-big sister Huifen?” Lien Jin stopped crying immediately, widening her eyes in surprise.

Seeing the helpless Lien Jin crying into a handkerchief while being amidst two strangers only made Huifen inflate with anger.

“What do you two weirdos want with my sister? Shoo, away with you!” Huifen clapped and shooed the two away before taking Lien Jin’s hand. “Are you okay, Lien Jin? You know how your fans are, so it’s better if we bolt from here!” She huffed before pulling her sister back into the alley, completely missing the entire point.

“W-wait, big sister!” Helpless, Lien Jin could only stutter and look back at the confused duo. “M-my hairpin!” She reached out to the now farther away Paimon and tears sprung back into her eyes, delivering a fatal blow to the tiny girl.

“Weirdo? Look who’s talking!” Paimon puffed her chubby cheeks and crossed her arms before immediately flying in front of Lumine with a teary-eyed expression. “We gotta look for her hairpin, Lumine! We gotta! Look how much she was crying- Yikes, she left with your handkerchief…”

Lumine crossed her arms and switched her weight into one leg. “Do you even remember what the hairpin looks like?”

“O-of course, don’t doubt Paimon’s memory! It looks liiiike this!” She took a piece of paper out of their spatial pocket and drew a perfect depiction of Lien Jin’s pin. “Hehehe!”

“Ohh, okay, that’ll make looking for it much easier. We can find her again later when we have the hairpin.”

“Yup, yup! Paimon thinks she saw that girl somewhere… But Paimon can’t quite put her finger into it… Oh, well! Let’s look for the hairpin first, Lumine! We can’t keep a girl crying like that!”

“True, she looked so distressed.” Lumine bobbed her head to the sides as she started to move through the alley Lien Jin and Huifen had just disappeared into, figuring that it could also be there since it was a route they took to go back.

“I wonder who’s her loverperson? She must really love them for her to be THAT sad about it!” Paimon floated on her back as though swimming leisurely through Luhua Pool.

Shrugging, the Traveler focused her eyes on the ground. “You can ask when we meet her again.”

“Mhm, mhm!” Paimon nodded enthusiastically. She loved to learn new things! especially if it had to do with people’s lives.

From alleys to busy streets; from tall buildings to forgotten underground passageways; from the port to the entrance of the city… Paimon and Lumine looked everywhere. It was even harder to look for something they only knew the shape of without knowing the person’s circumstances, likes or where they had been on the day they lost it, so the duo had to comb through so much information it made them dizzy.

Paimon complained of hunger one hour after their search started, then again two hours after, then another two hours after -- to the point that their day was basically eating and searching for the hairpin in their spare time. Regardless, Lumine was already used to her ever-hungry guide, so she didn’t pay it any mind, especially considering the weirdness of the search request.

They were stumped, there was no way around it.

At that same time, Lien Jin finally managed to speak after being dragged all the way back home by Huifen. “Big sister! They weren’t my fans!” She huffed with the door closed behind her.

“Honestly, what if I hadn’t found you? You must remember to at least bring Brother Aiguo with- wait, what did you say?”

Lien Jin pouted her flushed cheeks, tears springing back into her eyes. “As I said, they weren’t my fans and they weren’t bothering me…” she sniffled. “They offered to help me look for the hairpin I lost… Now I don’t even know if they’re going to look for it or not…”

Huifen blinked, staring at her little sister with surprise. “But how was I supposed to know?! That girl was maiming you and you were crying! Don’t blame your big sister for this, okay? You know how we’re all worried about you.”

“I know,” Lien Jin sniffled, using the handkerchief to dry her tears. “Thank you so much for worrying about me, big sister, but I really need to get back to looking…”

Huifen scratched the back of her neck and sighed. “Okay, I’ll call brother Aiguo; today’s his day to be with you and we can’t always expect the strangers will be so sweet like those two from before.”

“Mhm,” Lien Jin nodded, then finally noticed the thing with which she was drying her tears. “Oh no! I took that poor girl’s handkerchief…! I hope we can meet again soon so I can give it back!”

“There’s a good girl. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Huifen patted Lien Jin’s head before heading inside to call for their brother.

Once alone, Lien Jin reached for the pin on her hair, carefully tracing it with her fingertips. “I hope we can find your sibling, too…”

Once Aiguo arrived, he and Lien Jin set out to look for her hairpin, though there wasn’t much they could do as the hours passed and the streets got more and more packed -- it wouldn’t do to walk with Lien Jin through such a crowd, so they ultimately had to give up and return home. Not to mention that although today wasn’t a performance day for Lien Jin, she still had her daily practice to do, which she never missed for anything in the world.

Well, she usually practiced at dawn until breakfast, but her whole schedule got jumbled up due to the missing hairpin, so she only managed to start practicing de facto after eating with her siblings.

By then, her focus was completely elsewhere, so she couldn’t be proud of the progress (if any) she had made with her steps; besides, no one who accompanied her blamed the poor girl for it. She was barely holding back her tears as it was -- if someone just as much called her out for something, they were afraid she would break down.

The anxious siblings decided to pair up and search town while Lien Jin couldn’t go out, promising her that they would find clues about it even if they had to turn Liyue upside down!

… Or so they would, but the moment they set foot outside the theater, they ran into Lumine and Paimon, who had tracked Lien Jin’s location down.

“Ya think this is the right place, Lumine? They don’t look anything like that pretty girl…” Paimon whispered to the traveler. They had heard that the entire troupe was composed by siblings, so they figured that at least they would have some resemblance, but those brothers… well, the less said about them, the better.

Lumine chose to ignore Paimon and turned to one of the brothers. “Someone from this house asked us for help in looking for a hairpin-”

“Oh! You’re the strangers Lien Jin mentioned!” One of them cut off, “wait here, I’ll get her!”

“-and we- oh, okay.” Lumine lowered her lifted hand, shutting her mouth as the other brothers scurried away to look for the pin, seeing as there was nothing in the traveler’s hands; not to mention the drawing the floating girl held.

Not a minute later, Lien Jin ran to the door, her big, innocent eyes making Paimon cover her face from the sheer radiance.

“You found me! Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t know what I would do if I never found you again…” Lien Jin pouted, then shook her head. “I just washed your handkerchief, so I was going to look for you later when it dried.”

“That’s alright, now that we know of each other, you’ll know where to find me.” Lumine shook her head.

“Wait, wait! She can’t find us if she doesn't know our names, right?” Paimon flew in between the two. “So! Paimon’s name is Paimon and this is Lumine!”

Giggling, Lien Jin bowed. “Thank you for helping me earlier. My name is Lien Jin and I’m a dancer at this theater.”

“Nice to meet you, Lien Jin.” Lumine nodded before shifting her gaze awkwardly. “Actually, there’s no need to thank us, since we didn’t do anything. We couldn’t find your hairpin, so we decided to come here and ask you more questions about it.”

Paimon floated from Lien Jin to Lumine. “Yup, yup. Paimon’s memory is amazing, but I can’t remember things I don’t know!” She shoved the drawing in Lien Jin’s face, then smirked evilly from behind it. “SO! First question: who’s your loverperson who gave you the hairpin?”

Lumine closed her eyes awkwardly, pulling Paimon’s scarf to take her away from the bewildered girl. “Hey, that’s not a necessary information-”

Before she could even finish her scolding, a familiar set of steps stopped a few ways behind them.

“Huh? Traveler? What’re you doing all the way over here?” Childe asked with genuine curiosity.

“Childe! You here to help us find Little Doe’s hairpin?” Paimon inquisitively flew towards the ginger man.

“Little Doe…?” He asked with a smirk in his voice that also grew in his lips, raising his gaze to Lien Jin.

The moment their eyes met, Lien Jin flinched, clutching her chest with guilt. “Childe, I- the hairpin you gave me-”

“Huh- what-” Paimon froze in place the moment the words were out of Lien Jin’s lips, momentarily forgetting how to float as she slowly sunk to the ground. “Childe here is-”

Ignoring the blabbering tiny girl, Childe walked up the steps to the door, rummaging inside his pocket as he did so. “Don’t worry, ‘Little Doe’.” He whispered as he got closer, taking Lien Jin’s hand and placing something inside of it. “I had it with me the whole time.”

Lien Jin blinked at the gorgeous hairpin in her hand, which seemed to sparkle even more than usual. “B-but, when? I don’t remember…”

“It’s true that you had dropped it, but I found it close to my place after walking you back home.” Childe explained, softly taking the pin from her hand and carefully pinning it on her hair, opposite to where its sibling sat.

“O-oh…” Lien Jin looked up as though she could see the hairpin in its rightful place, emotion bubbling in her chest. “Oh, I’m so glad… I’m so glad!” She sniffled, resting her forehead on Childe’s chest as the energy left her body.

“There, there, Doe.” Childe whispered. “Why don’t we go somewhere quiet, just the two of us? Paimon’s gaze is burning a hole in my back right now, so I can’t even focus on hugging you.” He teased in a voice loud enough that the duo behind them could hear as well.

Lumine cleared her throat as though she wasn’t being talked to while Paimon blinked and pointed at them.

“Wait, wait, Paimon’s never heard of this! Since when do you have such a cute lovergirl, Childe?! She’s wasted on you!”

“Paimon, she found her hairpin, so we should get going.” Lumine pulled the tiny girl by her scarf, receiving a lot of high-pitched squeaking in return.

Childe winked at Lumine once they made eye contact, earning a thumbs-up from the traveler as she turned on her heel and left.

“Haha, they’re always so interesting to be around.” Childe snorted at the duo before turning back to his lover with a warm gaze. “Now, where were we?”

Lien Jin opened her mouth to reply, but the one who spoke was someone behind her. “... Leaving, I hope.”

“B-big sister Huifen!” Lien Jin turned around, completely beet-red. “I, um, we were-”

Childe smile and gave a nod in Huifen’s way before slipping one hand into Lien Jin’s. “We have your sister’s blessing, so c’mon, let’s get out before your brothers see us.”

Blinking, Lien Jin looked from her sister to her lover before smiling shyly and nodding, letting him whisk her away into the day -- to their unexpected, but very much welcome, date.

To think that Lien Jin had been feeling anxious just a few minutes previous… How Childe was able to calm her down and flip her emotions to this extent always surprised her, but in the most wonderful of senses.

Squeezing Childe’s hand, Lien Jin allowed her lover to take her away to the unknown, feeling ever so safe within his warmth.

#genshin impact #childe genshin impact #childe #paimon #lumine genshin impact #my writings #yuki's commissions

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achaoticeternal · 4 years

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You Still Know Me Too Well

RANSOM DRYSDALE X READER

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request from anon: 95,98,100 where the reader and Ransom are getting a divorce cause they both think that there is nothing left of their marriage and they think they don’t love each other anymore but one of them ( probably Ransom) can’t bring themselves to sign the papers and they end up realizing that their divorce is probably a mistake and don’t end up going through with it?

Summary: Divorce is hard, but we’re both of you that broken? Word Count: 2k A/N: Wow, I absolutely adored this prompt because weird fact, but getting a divorce is my biggest fear. Haha. I also twisted in the song “Ophelia” by The Lumineers because it just slaps so go LISTEN TO IT :)

95. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me, but I wanted to see you.” 98. “I’ll follow you anywhere.” 100. “Don’t you love me too?”

Ah, ah, when I was younger, ah, ah, should have known better And I can't feel no remorse, and you don't feel nothing back

Three years. You have been Mrs. Drysdale for the past three years, but looking down at the paper that now held your signature, that name would change soon.

It was moments like this when the penthouse felt cold and lonely. Moments like this when Ransom’s words seemed to each off the wall.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.”

It was the last sentence of his vows. But now where was he? Vacant of the penthouse where only you and two cats remained. It felt like he was here though, his warm physical form wasn’t. The idea of Ransom lingered, the idea of having a possible family, the idea of settling down to be outside the presses, the idea of selling the penthouse and his home in Boston and buying a big family home in Virginia, the idea of sharing a fulfilled life together.

But none of that was happening. Neither of you could escape the public eye while you remained a big-name actress in the New York Theatre community and rumors continuously spreading about his family and their way of living. It came to the point where you were both in orbit of each other, but never around each other long enough to matter.

You couldn’t regret this decision. You couldn’t live this was the rest of your days. You need your husband, but you never knew if he quite needed you.

Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl since the flood Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

You requested the next week and a half off, having your understudy filling your role for the next five performances. It just happened that Ransom hadn’t been responding to the lawyers, so you needed to pay him a little visit down in Boston.

The drive to the house in the suburbs of Boston wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t the most pleasant either. Traffic was always crazy though. However, you didn’t expect the drive to feel like a visit down memory lane and everything the flooded your mind, like the day Ransom asked if you would move in with him. Or the time you both got snowed into the house and couldn’t even open the front door. Or the engagement party at your favorite Italian bistro in the downtown area.

You approached the front door and knocked. Then waited, for about 45 seconds. And knocked again. Then waited, for a full minute. You raised your fist again to reveal your husba- Ransom.

“Don’t you have anything better to do then throw stupid sales pitches at,” Ransom stopped his complaining when his eyes finally met yours, “(Y/N)- I... Shouldn’t you be at mic-check or doing some show preparation right now?”

“I took the weekend off, Ransom. I just needed a little weekend getaway. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me, but I wanted to see you.” You flustered, pulling your coat in a little tighter, “Can I come in?”

He opened the door a little wider and stepped back as to allow you in, “Of course, this is still your home.”

It had been months since you had stepped into this place, and longer since you stayed the night. Most of the meeting in regards to the divorce was either in New York or over Skype. But looking at the walls you knew so well, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

“You’re probably wondering while I’m here.”

“A little, but more shocked to you you without any lawyers involved or anyone trying to get our attention,” he walked over to his minibar and poured himself a bourbon, “You want anything? A red? I might have your favorite sitting he- ah yes. Merlot, aged 8 years.”

“You always knew me a little too well.”

“Of course, that’s why I know you're here in regards to the papers,” Ransom poured your glass and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” You relaxed a little bit, “Well yes, but I also- I needed to see you. I needed to know that you’ve been doing okay because I can never read you with other people around.”

“Well, I haven’t told the family.”

“And you completely don’t have to. That’s why we had two receptions.”

“Tomorrow is Harlan’s birthday. Eighty-five and still writing those damn novels. I’m sorry about the papers, I’ve been trying to get other things to fall into place that it just slips my mind.”

“Well, maybe with me here it won’t slip your mind. How about we visit your grandfather tomorrow? We don’t have to say or do anything to your family, but I feel Harlan should know, all things considered.”

Ransom let out a sigh, then shook his head, looking down chuckling, “as much as I disdain that cynical old man, you do have a point, as usual.”

Ah, Ah, got a little paycheck, you got big plans and you gotta move And I don't feel nothing at all And you can't feel nothing small

The night of Harlan’s party seemed to approach quickly. Honestly, you were terribly nervous because this would be your last interaction with the family as Mrs. Drysdale. This feeling wasn’t as freeing as you hoped it would be. Since Ranson and you started to divorce process, the whole thing seemed like a load of bricks on top of you instead of that feeling of freedom.

Ransom and you had opted to take separate cars, yet arrive at the same time so that no one grew too suspicious. It would be the first time you had seen him after breakfast that morning where he couldn’t seem to touch you or look at you.

You approached Ransom who wore a maroon cardigan, a white shirt tucked into black jeans, and high-end black ankle boots. You wore a white silk button-up blouse tucked into a pair of navy pants that flared out at the bottom with a brown belt around your waist.

When Ransom caught a glimpse at you, you thought you saw a flash of endearment flash through his blue eyes. Maybe it was just de ja vu.

“You could dress in rags and look better than anyone in this house, even this city, but you always have to take everyone’s breath away,” Ransom smirked as he held out his hand to you.

“You always had a way with your words, Ransom,” you took his hand and allowed him to lead you into the house.

Quickly both of you had a glass of champagne and interacted with friends and family of Harlan Thrombey whilst the birthday boy talked with his youngest son, Walt. Ransom held you close by his side, even keeping a hand on your hip as you talked with other authors who also wrote mystery novels. For a moment, it felt like you were back where you were supposed to be. You felt at home as you rested your head on the space between his shoulder and chest.

Sometimes you both were so good at fooling others that you could fool yourselves.

After a wonderful dinner, you and Ransom sat infront of Harlan and his desk within his office. Door shut. We didn’t need any other Thrombey’s or publicity attempting to get some good details.

“Happy Birthday, Harlan,” you took his hand in your own and smiled at the old man. It hurt to deliver this awful news.

“Thank you, my dear,” He smiled kindly back at him, “You’ve been good to my grandson, to my family. It hurts to feel like the pair of you need to put up a facade.”

“Well, Harlan,” Ransom sighed and shook his head, “I hate to bear bad news, again”

The air went cold and everything was silent. Neither you nor Ransom wanted to say it. It felt like you were waiting for a bomb to explode.

“The pair of you are on a break,” Harlan spoke, “It was easy for me to tell. But I ask both of you to consider where it began.”

You looked up into Harlan’s eyes, seeing if you could find some clarity or maybe forgiveness for hurting his heart. But you saw the same shade of blue that were Ransom’s eyes, asking for you to think through your decisions before it was too late.

“Might I speak to my grandson alone, Mrs. (Y’N)?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll be in the other room,” You made your way out of the office, turning back to meet Ransom’s eyes. They held to same hurt the night you said you weren’t coming home for Thanksgiving and were filing the papers but also held to same love he had for you on your honeymoon.

You continued into the night with a glass of champagne and speaking with Joni about luxury cosmetics and skincare. She babbled about her “best-selling’ line of skincare tailored for women approaching their golden years. Somewhere along with the conversation though, you heard Ransom yelling and two doors slamming.

You made your way into the entrance hall promptly to find what the commotion was, but all you found is that you had been stranded by Ransom.

Honey, I love you, that's all she wrote

You opened the door of the house to find the clear image of Ransom on the couch with a bottle of brandy. As you approached the living, you head the music of the cellos echoing out of his vintage record player filling the house. On the coffee table in front of him were the divorce papers, lacking only his signature.

“I do this at least once a week,” Ransom spoke up, “I think about what I could’ve done better, how to be a better person for you, and all that sappy shit I’ve always hated. Because I hate losing you. Because it’s always you. Because I love you”

“Ransom, you’ve been drinking. I’ve been drinking. You’re still drinking,” you shook your head, wanting to end whatever he was going to start, “let’s just go to bed.”

“I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed. It’s too cold knowing that I have no one to hold on to or wait for anymore. Why did we buy such a big bed?”

“Because you hated the way my cold feet felt against your legs in the middle of the night,” you chuckled to yourself.

Silence fell over the two of you and just seemed to linger. An eternity passed before Ransom took another swig from the bottle.

“I’m sorry to hold out for so long. I really thought if I waited it out, I could get my way. I’ll sign them if you really want me too. But I just want one thing,” He looked into your eyes, “I just need you to answer one question. You don’t have to tell me the answer.”

He took in a shallow breath, looking quickly at the papers then back to you.

“Don’t you love me too?”

He set down the bottle on the coffee table, then proceed to slink upstairs to the bedroom. You watched him, letting his words weigh down on you more with each step.

You moved to sit on the couch yourself, looking over what was left of the evening; a bottle of brandy, the divorce papers, a black pen, and a notepad with ways Ransom could try and earn you back. You took a page out of the notepad and inscribed it with four words. Honey, I love you.

Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

It’s been 4 months since the day Ransom and you decided to cancel the divorce. Sometimes, you have to evaluate what you want in life. For the pair of you, you needed each other.

Ransom and you decided to stay in Boston till next summer when you both would move to England so that you could start your run on the West End Theatre Wing and he could get some new surroundings to begin his writing career, a little secret between the two of you.

As it turns out, Harlan’s advice to remember the beginning was exactly what you needed to remember a time where Ransom was your finishing puzzle piece. And everyday you both seemed to fall a little more in love with each other, like fools.

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