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missvelvetsstuff · 10 months

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@supraveng , I accidentally deleted the ask and took longer than intended but here you go.

I have a request for your milestone celebration......can you write a Ransom Drysdale or Nick Fowler story? any scenario you like, just keeping his asshole persona except he's totally soft for the reader?

Traded up

Nick Fowler x Reader, past Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Ransom shattered her heart but Nick put it back together and filled it with love. What happens when they run into each other?

Warnings: swearing, a little angst

Notes: Idk how I ended up with over 700 followers but thanks for joining me for this ride.

Not exactly what you asked for but this is where my brain went. Hope you like it.

This is my first attempt to write anyone other than Bucky so I hope it doesn't suck.

Tried to keep the reader as generic as I could but she's a tall girl, like me.

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When she walked into the ballroom, people noticed. Over 6 feet tall in heels wearing a long sleeve, boat neck, backless, black silk gown with a slit up her right thigh and 2 strings of diamonds draping down her back. Hair arranged with simple black lacquer combs, a pair of large diamond studs adorned her ears, a colorful Graff Hallucination watch graced her wrist. Simple make up focused on her cat eyes.

She had the look of old money, completely comfortable in her bespoke clothes and long, lithe body.

She looked around, searching for someone and deflated slightly when she couldn't find him. A waiter offered champagne but she waved him off and moved gracefully towards the bar where she ordered a real drink.

Ransom noticed the murmuring and looked up from the blonde he was chatting up but couldn't see who was causing the whispers. He watched the crowd part and saw a woman step up to the bar, her backless dress so low cut he was sure he could see some cleavage. His eyes roamed over her back then opened wide and doubled back when he saw the scar on her left shoulder. From the spring of a trampoline when she was a child.

His heart sped up, he wasn't ready to see her and didn't know if he ever would be. She was the one that got away. He was young and stupid and blew it. Didn't expect to ever see her again, rumour was she had moved to California. He kept watching as she sat gracefully on a barstool and her dress adjusted so he definitely could see some crack. His heart sped up.

The blonde noticed his distraction and tugged on his coat "Raaaann" she whined.

He clenched his jaw "Shut the hell up" spat through gritted teeth, without taking his eyes off of her. His heart ached and he felt hot, unsure of what to do, something he wasn't accustomed to. He decided going full Ransom playboy was the safest call. He couldn't let anyone see how badly he wanted her, how much he missed her.

Y/N sipped her drink and kept her eyes roaming the room until they fell on him. She threw the rest of her drink back and requested another, sighing. She knew there was a good chance Ransom would be here, his mother was on the board of this charity and he always liked seeing how many debutantes he could get into in one evening. She had hoped she wouldn't have to face him alone but she wasn't going to let him see how badly he hurt her. She wouldn't let him know the true effect he had on her.

She was better, stronger now and loved by someone who was willing to put in the work a relationship requires, someone loyal to her, someone who worshipped her. She just wished he was here right now.

She looked at her watch and tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the bar when she felt someone behind her.

"Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in. You look extremely fuckable, as always" Ransom laughed softly.

Y/N turned around slowly, looking him over with contempt. "Hugh."

And turned back to her drink.

Ransom bristled "You know I hate when you call me that."

She shrugged. "Not my problem."

"Don't try to be coy with me. We both came here alone, we'll leave together."

She scoffed "Not if you were the last man on earth, Hugh." She paused "I'm meeting someone."

Ransom laughed "Sure you are sweetheart. Don't make up excuses, if there is someone he shouldn't keep you waiting." He looked her up and down again, licking his lips "I certainly wouldn't leave you alone here."

She laughed "Riight, you'd just run off to fuck someone else in the bathroom, then race back to me stinking of her."

She waved her left hand, showing him the large diamond "I didn't buy this for myself"

He opened his mouth to say something but she put her hand up to stop him and looked at him disdainfully "Please fuck all the way off, Hugh." She spat

Ransom was feeling irritated, the blonde had already moved on and he was horny and determined to hook up with his ex. "Look, Y/N that was the past and it only happened a couple of times. Why do you have to make such a big deal about it?"

The bartender came over to check on her and refilled her drink while Ransom glared at him. She dropped a hundred into the tip jar and Ransom shook his head "Why are you tipping the help, they get paid enough."

Y/N shook her head and chuckled "You still haven't fucked off, Hugh. You might regret that."

"Doubt it." He crowded into her space and lowered his voice "You smell delicious. We can head into the bathroom, they're pretty spacious here. I can fuck you like I used to, make you squeal and mark that pussy as mine. Maybe I'll take a taste and-" he saw her shaking her head and scoffed "Then how about a dance, for old times sake?"

He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the dance floor, then turned her around grabbed her waist and pulled her back flush against his chest. She tried to pull away when she felt his erection rubbing against her ass.

Ransom pulled back suddenly, distracted by a kerfuffle at the entrance. Y/N took the opportunity to wrench herself free of him and head for the bar but he followed her as she reclaimed her seat at the bar.

"Why the fuck is it so difficult to check my goddamn coat? Is there anyone working here with an IQ over 75? Does that valet even have his drivers license? He looks like he's 12. Unfuckingbelievable." Echoed throughout the room. She shivered at his voice.

Ransom saw a tall man, taller than him, with short dark hair and a 5 o'clock shadow, obviously expensive black suit, rolex on his wrist, walking straight towards them. He looked familiar but Ransom couldn't place him.

Y/N smiled when she heard him and looked at Ransom pointedly "Last chance."

He smirked at her "I'm good here."

She shrugged then gasped when the tall man put his hand on her bare back, his touch and his voice did things to her. His scent wrapped around her, pine and citrus, making her feel safe and aroused at the same time.

He was taller than her, even in her heels, and kissed her cheek before he spoke.

"Sorry I'm late babe, had a damn flat." He looked up at Ransom, knowing full well who he was and what he did.

"Who's your little friend?" Then offered his hand "Nick Fowler"

She smiled "Nicky, this is Hugh. I told you about him. His mother is on the board."

Nick squeezed Ransoms hand a little too tightly and looked him in the eye until Ransom looked away which made Nick smile.

Ransom tried not to wince "Ransom Drysdale, only the help call me Hugh."

Nick nodded "I know all about you Drysdale." He grinned widely "Ever find any purpose in your life beyond fucking debutantes? It'll get old eventually." He squeezed Y/N to him "Best to find a good one and settle down." She smiled up at him with hearts in her eyes.

Ransom bristled and puffed his chest out. Who the fuck Was this guy to talk down to him? He was Ransom fucking Drysdale and this guy was- his train of thought was derailed when Nick leaned down to kiss Y/N and Ransom felt his stomach drop. This guy was the one with Y/N, that's who he was.

Nick looked up after ending the kiss and looked surprised. "You're still here? She's mine and there's nothing you could do to change that so be on your way. I don't want to have to mess up your pretty face in front of all these people."

Y/N just smiled and adjusted herself in her seat. She loved when Nick was possessive and jealous because it led to the best sex, made him almost feral.

Ransom tried to puff up and regain his dominance but it was for naught, Y/N was completely absorbed with Nick, as though Ransom didn't exist. He deflated, looking at her sadly, knowing that he blew the best thing in his life and it was too late to fix it.

As Ransom walked away Y/N poked Nick in the chest "You're so mean, Nicky."

Nick smiled at her "That's because I'm surrounded by idiots and assholes." He cradled her cheek in his hand, feeling his heart speed up when she leaned into him. "Except for you, sweetheart. I'll always be good to you."

He kissed her again, a little more passionate, more needy.

When he pulled away he offered his hand "We already made our donation and the food at these things always sucks. Why don't I take you home and we'll order takeout."

He ran his hand up the slit in her dress "and I'll show you how good I can be to you."

Y/N took his hand, stood up and forced herself to walk next to him, rather than racing to his car so they could hurry home together, Ransom forgotten like yesterdays gossip.

Nick stopped suddenly and pulled her up against him before she knew what he was doing then whispered in her ear

"You know, I've heard the bathrooms here are really nice."

#ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x y/n #700 followers #how the hell did this happen?

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orowyrm · 4 months

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do you have any tips for someone who wants to get into warframe for the first time?

- don’t start with the duviri/drifter quest when given the option. it’s cool, don’t get me wrong, but it will be very confusing and you won’t revisit any of the stuff that’s touched upon until way way later in the game. start off in the origin system, the story progresses a lot more naturally from that start point. i don’t really know why they made this an option.

- you dont HAVE to buy platinum. they start you off with like 50 i think? it’s not necessary for anything aside from buying additional warframe/weapon slots. everything else is cosmetic or optional. you can get mroe plat later on by trading with other players (if you do want to buy plat for cosmetics or whatever, i recommend waiting until you get a discount as your daily login bonus. iirc they range from 25, 50, or 75% off. they’re pretty much entirely random though so don’t feel obligated to use one if you do get it and don’t need plat at the moment so it goes to waste. you’ll get another)

- even if you decide you don’t like a weapon you end up crafting, you’ll be better off if you level it up to the maximum rank (30) before selling it rather than trashing it outright, that way you won’t have to go back and get it again later on in the game in order to complete it. the more stuff you level in full, the faster you progress through mastery ranks, and some stuff is mastery rank locked so you’re gonna wanna pay attention to your progress.

- you’re gonna wanna join a clan as soon as possible. you can find some via the recruiting channel, or probably by asking around on social media, idk. i started my own (not recommended unless you’ve got a group of friends you can rally or feel like recruiting to fill out your ranks in order to actually get stuff done) so i don’t really know what the clan recruiting scene looks like. having access to a clan dojo makes life a lot easier (and can make finding people to play with less of a hassle too)

- the story itself doesn’t really pick up steam until you start the ‘natah’ quest. in between the start and there, you’ll mostly be doing a lot of running around trying to familiarize yourself with the setting and playing catch-up. don’t worry too much about all the stuff they throw at you all at once. almost all the quests are replayable through your codex if you ever want to refresh your memory, and for those that aren’t, the wiki is… usually a pretty decent source as far as summaries go. i’d take it with a grain of salt though.

- this one especially tripped my sister up so i’m gonna touch on it: you’re going to be required to do the ‘heart of deimos’ quest in order to progress past mars on the star chart. IMHO, this quest REALLY should not be mandatory so early on in the game — you aren’t going to be able to make heads or tails of anything anyone is telling you. don’t be afraid to breeze thru it w/o paying much attention and circle back around later in the game, preferably sometime after you finish the war within or at LEAST the second dream. i genuinely don’t know why they’re throwing baby tenno to the wolves on this one. just know it’ll all make sense later i prommy

- don’t worry too much about the open world areas like the orb vallis, the plains of eidolon, or the cambion drift at first. they’re very cool (and you’ll be introduced to them via their respective quests) but they can be overwhelming to new players and the difficulty spike might be frustrating, especially before you’ve unlocked a majority of the tools available to you.

- this game has been ongoing for over ten years at this point - there’s a LOT going on. take your time progressing at a comfortable pace. don’t be afraid to ask around for help if you’re stuck on something or getting frustrated trying to farm a specific part or material.

- if people try to talk down on you for being a lower mastery rank or w/e they’re literally just being an asshole. MR isn’t indicative of skill so much as it is a representation of how much gear you’ve leveled, which is basically just an indicator of how much time you’ve spent playing - a chimp smacking a keyboard can feasibly hit legendary after enough attempts. you’re fine. hell, i’ve been here since 2013 and i’m only MR 19 LMAO

- the ‘meta’ for this game is wildly subjective due to the vast customizability of builds. take everyone’s opinions with several grains of salt and don’t be afraid to experiment on your own to see what works for you

- dont read general chat. it’s not worth it. nobody in there is as funny as they think they are

- the most important part of being a tenno is having fun and being yourself :)

#i have a headache sorry if i missed anything LOL

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welcometoteyvat · 2 months

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random but have you thought abt gaming and hutao?

funny story anon, when I was writing ga-ming's fake voicelines and needed to give him more characters to talk about, I was considering adding a hu tao voiceline, but decided against it because I didn't really see a reason for them to meet (besides via friends (new liyue 6ang addition?!?!?!)). lowkey I now feel validated bc they don't have any in-game voicelines abt each other, but this would be a very boring ask if it just stopped here lol.

there's something to be said about gaming and hu tao's family baggage vs their cheerful external demeanor vs both doing a job that isn't super well received (?) by people in liyue harbor. but hu tao leans into her eccentricities a lot more while gaming is on the 'likeable by everyone' grind LOL also the dad similarities might increase if we ever get 76th funeral parlor director lore: hu tao's parents have been conspicuously missing forever, where did genshin put them? an interesting possibility would be if the 76th somehow split off from the family trade and subsequently got wiped from the family tree bc of ideological diffs (like ht's beef with baizhu), which could increase gaming and hu tao's possible shared father(?) troubles. but besides that I feel like there's not too much similarity there. They're both enthusiastic outward facing individuals, but idk if they'd have an interesting dynamic if they met.*

Although, you know that voiceline where hu tao does a magic trick and makes a butterfly of fire? and also how she plays with those lion statues outside the ministry of civil affairs? those two things would be straight up gamings alley ngl like he'd be so down for that kind of whimsy and playfulness. also hu tao would be a good candidate for a 2nd lion dance partner. she'd be completely down for doing odd jobs and this is absolutely a fun odd job, at least until she gets tired of it or has to focus on official business lol. idt she's the type to work hard at it; she's just there to try it out because it looked cool but gaming appreciates the enthusiasm regardless. would request to be the lions head in order to lunge at people and also pick greens. also there's potential for a gaming yun jin xingqiu hu tao tea appreciation club

oh also i think smth underrated abt hu tao is how shes like cheery and eccentric but takes her job seriously and has unidentifiable but occasionally present baggage .... which i already mentioned before is similar to how 75% of gm's voicelines are cheery, and then the other 25% is emotional conflict. idk! maybe under the right conditions, they could open up to each other and sympathize

*addendum: imo, hu tao has mostly moved on from her grief over her grandfather's death, and she doesn't have any regrets about the state of their relationship when he passed away, since they were pretty close and never on bad terms. My personal hc is that she still has some things she wished she said, ie. sincere thoughts and feelings from the heart that she usually avoids talking about (she would say "nice speech, but that kind of killed the mood" if someone made one of those anime protag power of friendship monologues). in my head, her grandpa taught her everything about death and funeral customs, played with her/listened to her poetry, pretended to go along w her pranks, and was in general a very loving person, but I don't think hu tao ever explicitly told him "I love you" before he died. she canonically tried to find him right after he passed away but knew that he wouldn't be there. by now i think she's made peace with his death, but still has a certain wistfulness about things she didn't think of saying. and then on the flip side, if ga-ming could see his mom again, he'd probably spend a whole day talking to her i think. he's also not someone to get drunk on grief or regrets, but i don't think he's quite gotten over it completely, and his rocky relationship with his father (before lantern rite 2024) makes this more emotional idk. not sure where I'm going with this, but maybe hu tao would be able to talk him through a bit of this messiness and urge him to simply continue with his own life. or show him that his mother was not at the border, perhaps never lingered there, because she didnt think there was any unfinished business with him or his father that she needed to worry about. the annoying thing about death is that even if the dead person was free of regrets, those who are still living will still miss them. maybe both gaming and hu tao would be able to understand that and/or sympathize with it. or maybe they'd just be silly together who knows, up to you

edit: it'd also be so funny to have gaming call hu tao "boss hu" 胡老板～～～～～～～

#ty for the ask anon! sorry about the late reply and the word vomit it was accidental #and as always if You have thoughts pls pls tell i love listening to peoples headcanons #gaming #ga-ming #hu tao #asks #anon ask #teyvat thoughts #gaming genshin #genshin impact #gaming genshin impact #嘉明

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 2 months

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5, 6, 16, what a lovely concept!

This was nice, thank you for asking. And also sorry because it got long.

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

There's a tendency of mentioning braids in ironborn-focused fics when describing characters like Asha or Victarion and I think it's probably motivated by "Viking"-like hairstyles depicted in pop culture but I associate it to the Dothraki so it's a sort of accidental parallel that I appreciate a lot. Also Theon getting his hair washed and cut after escaping Winterfell. I don't care who does it, immediate catharsis.

6. something you see in art a lot and love

As of late I've finally gotten to see more non-west/centre European inspiration in art and it fills my heart with glee.

More specific examples

Every time I get to see Arab, Indigenous, African or Asian inspired Iron Islands inhabitants. Admittedly, I don't think I have much of a preference because due to the thraldom and the trading with non-westerosi cultures allows for a lot of diversity but yess these are all faves. Some reasons: Arab (Stories like that of Sayyida al-Hurra, their nautical vehicles being more similar to dhows than actual viking galleys), Indigenous and African (Theon being taken away from his culture and raised by foreigners who look down on him and behave paternalistic at best mirroring the story of Leftraru and hundreds of other indigenous heroes, them choosing their kings and having a less monarchic policy than the rest of Westeros, described as dark and often facing some sort of bias, history and lore being traditionally passed orally), Asian (not gonna lie purely because the connections between Yi Ti and the Iron Islands that kind of goes overlooked by most)

Yakut or Inuit based Starks and The North ( Yakut fashion my beloved, unipkaaqs my adored)

Mesoamerican inspired Tyrells and habitants of the Reach (Remember that thing I told you about Oldtown being in Guatemala?)

Black Westerlings(/Spicers), (purely because the Spicers are descents of Maggy the Frog, who is Essosi, and a dear friend of mine is obsessed with Jeyne W in the way I'm obsessed with Jeyne P and she is mozambican)

I feel like lately a lot of these have become more accepted in fandom so there's a lot more art featuring them and I gush about that a lot.

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

I think Theon's cultural isolation during his time in Winterfell. At this point most people seem to agree that plays a role in his arc but I still feel like it's dismissed in favour of loyalty conflicts (Stark vs Greyjoy; Robb vs Balon)

An example of that could maybe be his religion. The faith of the drowned god is passed down orally, they worship no items and have no specific place of praying. The few religions in real life that still do this are often motivated by wanting to create a sense of community in their faith. There is a need to gather around together, wherever you are, in order to learn of your faith. Theon can't do that in Winterfell where there are no drowned priests. Sansa gets to find some solace in the Godswood in King's Landing and the Eyrie but that's not an option for Theon who can't even baptise himself with salt water.

Even if the North's religion is that of the Old Gods, Ned Stark has a sept built for Catelyn and Sansa and Arya get a septa to instruct them in the beliefs of her mother. Theon's faith however is unimportant.

Theon found himself wondering if he should say a prayer. Will the old gods hear me if I do? They were not his gods, had never been his gods. He was ironborn, a son of Pyke, his god was the Drowned God of the islands … but Winterfell was long leagues from the sea.

Then there's also the fact his clothes already set him apart. House colours being black & gold vs stark house colours being white and grey.

And of course also the subtle xenophobia/racism that GRRM tiptoe's around. Luwin is where he gets the boldest. Take this

"Windy and cold and damp. A miserable hard place, in truth . . . but my lord father once told me that hard places breed hard men, and hard men rule the world." - Theon I, ACOK

and compare it to this:

"Cruel places breed cruel peoples, Bran, remember that as you deal with these ironmen. Your lord father did what he could to gentle Theon, but I fear it was too little and too late." - Bran VI, ACOK

Balon speaks of "hard" when referring to their land being a poor one with bad weather, Luwin, who lives in a place called WINTERfell, a more or less prosperous city, speaks of "cruel"

Aha, Luwin "Cruel places breed cruel peoples", and where and by whom do you think Theon was raised for the later, more sentient and formative, half of his life???

#hell-heron #speaking #Asoiaf #theon greyjoy

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bylightofdawn · 2 days

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WIP Sunday

Going to post a snippet of the Reeve/Rufus fanfic I've been working on the past couple of days. It's coming along pretty quickly, which is an ongoing relief. For context, Reeve has come to Rufus and is trying to tender his resignation and Rufus being Rufus of course makes it into one ridiculous powerplay with a lot of manipulation.

Reeve is tired and over the bullshit. I feel like I'm writing a little...harsher than I've seen people write him in fanfic but I figure after everything that has happened and the fact Rufus is practically still in the enemy column in Reeve's books...well, lets say it's going to take a while to get to the lovers part of this enemies to lovers tropefest.

As always, this is super rough and not really edited, it is liable to change yadda yadda.

Whenever Rufus Shinra looked at his most harmless, that was when he was at his deadliest.

“You know, I could have you executed for the traitorous actions you took in aiding AVALANCE and undermining my authority.”

“You won’t do that.” The engineer stated, voice surprising even despite the way heart rabbited in his chest at a wild pace.

That earned him a raised brow and an ironic look from the blond. “I won’t, will I? Tell me, Tuesti, are you a betting man?”

“You won’t kill me because you still need me and my skills.” Reeve had learned to bluff with the best of them and he could only pray that Rufus didn’t scrutinize him too closely for fear he might see beneath the paper-thin veneer of his bluff and read just how privately terrified he was.

“It seems to me I could just refuse to let you leave and then you’ll have no choice but to provide those skills to me. I made no promises you'd be allowed to leave here.” Rufus countered lazily.

“You really want an architect with an axe to grind against you personally working on a building project for you? Isn’t having a building fall on your head once in a lifetime enough for you?” That was a spiteful, mean-spirited comment, and Reeve immediately felt guilty for uttering it, but Rufus’s attitude was getting under his skin.

Rufus flinched in a subtle, almost imperceptible manner, making the guilt even worse. He hated that the blond brat had managed to drag him down to his level of trading barbed comments.

“My apologies, that was uncalled for.”

“I’m not sure I like your new claws, Tuesti. But I’m willing to entertain this ridiculous idea of yours. What exactly do you think you can do with the support of Shinra at your back? You do realize you need money to fund your high-minded projects.”

“I’m aware,” Reeve said tightly but found himself hesitant to mention the donors and money-raising efforts they’d already gotten in order to help make Edge a little more livable.

“Fine, keep your secrets. You never answered me before. Are you a betting man, Reeve?”

He found himself gaping at the other man because honestly, had he never met Cait Sith? Dancing on the razor-edged blade of chance was half of Cait’s battle style. And where had the animatronic cat gotten that penchant for fortune telling and rolls of the dice but from his creator himself?

Reeve had projected a lot of his innermost self into the creation of Cait Sith. In many ways, the animatronic cat was the best parts of Reeve Tuesti. Or at least, the parts of himself he wished he could openly express and reveal to the world.

“Depends on the bet.” The older man finally stated cautiously.

A thin smile broke out on that flawless face as Rufus leaned forward ever so slightly.

“If you can last six months under your own power and prove you can pull these lofty plans off alone, I will fund your organization for an entire year. If you fail, you return to me and put this nonsense about leaving to bed once and for all.”

Reeve recognized the collar that was being offered plainly for what it was.

Anxiety curdled in his stomach at the thought of shackling himself to Shinra potentially for life.

But the chance….

The slim hope he might actually be able to do some good and hopefully wash some of the blood on his hands away. Even a lifetime of servitude to the likes of Rufus Shinra seemed like a worthy trade-off if he could actually bring some good into the world.

And the more pragmatic part of his mind pointed out what his alternative was. He could refuse, and then what? Have Rufus Shinra as an enemy? He joked about imprisoning him, but that was just the sort of page out of his father’s playbook that he might use.

Either that, or he might wind up dead, disappeared somewhere where his body would never be found.

Just another object lesson of what happened to those who thought to cross the SEPC.

“Fine, you have yourself a bet.” Reeve finally conceded and the brief flash of triumph that flickered across Rufus’s face was genuinely worrisome.

#el writes #ff7 fanfiction #reeve tuesti #rufus shinra #I still don't know wtf this ship tag is

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v-anrouge · 7 months

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Hiya Aster!

I'm rather curious about the matchups you're doing (even though you've more or less matched me with someone in the past), so I thought I'd send a little something in, too, either to reaffirm who you've given in the past, or to receive someone else! (No pressure to do so, though, of course ♡) ^w^

Now, a little about me:

Love languages: Giving - physical touch, words of affirmation; Receiving - physical touch, quality time

Hobbies: Creating things!! (cooking/baking, fibre arts and sewing, playing music/singing, acting/filmmaking, dancing, a little writing, etc.), and I also like learning about the world :)

Personality: I'm fairly reserved most of the time, curious about the world, creative, polite, supportive (a bit parental), and a bit dramatic - I'm a band and theatre kid.

Type of people I like: People who have some similar interests to me, hard workers who will also let me help them, people who are appreciative of food or the culinary arts, and those who are fairly calm.

Preference for hobbies: I'd prefer someone with more creative hobbies - I don't have much interest in sports.

Type or personality I work better with: Honestly, I usually work well with people who have a similar demeanour/personality to me, but who are maybe a little more outgoing.

Thanks in advance for the matchup! These are always so intriguing (⌒‐⌒)

to the surprise of absolutely no one; im pairing you up with JADE!

although jade loves his brother he has to admit even him who has been by his side ever since the womb (or egg...or hole in the ground..IDFK) gets him as much as you do, you two are extremely similar in so many ways and he can't lie that it feels really comforting to have someone that gets him perfectly like you do. you two have almost the same likes and hobbies and he really likes it that he can talk to you about the things he's interested on freely and have you actually pay attention and care about it instead of simply shutting him off

jade LOVES cooking with you, seriously, he'll want to cook every meal he almost never orders out because he just would rather be there with you making a delicious meal or snack together. he'd absolutely love it if you showed him how to make dishes from your childhood and also the silly weird combinations that for some reason have you crazy over them, in exchange he'll be thrilled if you're interested on his culture and will most definitely try to talk it out with his family to be able to have you visit, for some reason seeing you in the place he grew up in just makes him euphoric

he will for sure try everything to convince you to show him your writings and films, he can't help but be extremely curious, you just fascinate him, and even when he thinks he knows everything he has to know you always manage to surprise him, and that is a feeling he always looks forward to, so won't you let him peek at the results of your deepest feelings?

you are one of the very few people that jade allows himself to be emotional in front of, he feels safe around you, he trusts you fully and it's quite the scary experience for him, he's never felt quite like this with someone before, sure he loves and trusts his family, but they're his family, it's kind of expected, but you? its crazy for jade to think that at some point you and him were simply two strangers that didn't know anything about each other, you know so much jade, he never really meant to share so much with you, but he just really couldn't help it when all his poor little heart wanted to was to rest upon your gentle hands and open itself for you to see, you make him feel warm, calm you make the feeling of restlessness that took over his body everytime he stopped to take event the smallest of breaks go away, and so he can't help but search for your presence, for that little piece of heaven he's come to feel like he cannot live without, you mean so much to him, and although floyd pokes fun at him for becoming "too soft" jade wouldn't trade this for anything in the world

extras; floyd, rook & trey

#idk if this is rlly that good #sorry ueueue #✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 my deadly nightshade

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It wasn't long before you bid your last client goodnight. It had been a long day though you wouldn't trade this job for anything. After traveling over the years, for business and pleasure, you have gained all the skills you have today to be one the best Veterinarians around. It had been your dream job since you were little and now it has become reality.

So yeah, the stiff muscles and aching feet are all worth it at the end of the day. All that was left was a little bit of cleaning and filing your paperwork and you could /finally/ head home.

Though it was Friday and you happened to have this weekend off, you just might have to stop at that new bar your co-worker, Denki, told you about. He's always raving about how good the music is there and the drinks, though pricey, have you relaxing in no time.

You weren't much of a social drinker, only once in a blue moon would you have a glass of wine or two after a long day like today. It wouldn't hurt and you haven't really been out much since moving here almost 8 months ago, too focused on work and making a name for yourself. You wanted to finally settle down for good, so going out was never at the top of your to-do list.

You rushed about finishing up your duties before deciding that yes, you would go out after a quick trip to the house to shower and change. You were sure other patrons wouldn't want to be around you if you smelled like, well /animals/.

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An hour and a half later, you were standing outside Riots Bar with your phone in your hand waiting for the blonde to get back with you on meeting up for a few drinks. Not that you couldn't go in alone, but you were comfortable around Denki, and he would make it a little less awkward.

Unfortunately as your phone chimed, you realized you would have no choice but to go in alone. Denki was hanging out with his boyfriend at his job until he got off.

It was fine, no big deal. You could do this.

Going home for the night would have been the better option you soon realized ….

You hadn't made it far into the bar, opting for the closet seat you found and making it your permanent residence for the time being. Denki wasn't wrong, the music that filled the air was a welcomed comfort. Nothing too loud but loud enough to keep you from getting lost in mindless thoughts.

"What can I getcha, beautiful?" You startled not only at the deep voice sounding beside you, but the feather light touch of the person's finger tucking a loose lock of curls behind your ear.

You had been watching people mingle about the dance floor, completely forgetting to order a drink. As your body turned, you instantly felt your heart flip in your chest, eyes blowing wide as they settled on the man before you.

And what a man he was. Draped over the bar, you could tell he would tower over you. You were only 5'3 not like you were taller than most people anyhow, but this guy was a literal giant.

You didn't know where to even look. You had locked eyes with crimson, but your gaze traveled further and further down, over plump red lips, shark-like teeth flashing you a bright smile. Down to fire-engine red hair hanging loosely over the tie-dyed muscle shirt; ripped to hell and back mind you, showing off firm pecs squished together from his obvious position. The way the neon lights danced across his skin, highlighted his tan complexion. He was built as all get out and you suddenly had the strange urge to reach out and touch him.

"Not that I mind a pretty lady checking me out, but I would /love/ to get you something special and maybe continue afterwards?" Your eyes flicked back up to his, catching the playful glint staring back at you.

Your cheeks flamed as the man continued to compliment you. Not something you should get worked up over, too many issues in the past. That's not here nor there, but this guy...maybe it was his voice or his stupid good looks, that had you wanting just a little bit more.

"W-what do you suggest?" You said finally, flinching at the broken tone of your voice. Granted the bartender didn't seem to mind as his lips curled up in a playful smirk.

"Don't you go anywhere, pretty lady. I'll fix you right up," the man said before turning around to fix you whatever he had in mind.

He was flirting, right? You thought to yourself. You were kinda hoping he was until you remembered just where you were and caught eyes of that playful smirk being directed to someone else as he fixed your drink.

Right. He's a bartender, most know how to work people and help earn better tips. They were here to make money too. You sighed heavily. It had been, well years, since you have even thought of flirting or seeing anyone. But not even with liquid courage coursing through you, you found yourself wanting to keep that attention on you somehow.

This wasn't like you and you almost convinced yourself to just head home as to not do anything rash, but before you could even drop your foot down to the floor he was back.

"Here you go. It's something new I've been working on and you can be the first to tell me whatcha think," the bartender slid the short stemmed glass across the counter towards you.

You eyed the red concoction with a curious gaze, "What is it?"

"M'hoping it'll be my successful attempt at a Blood Riot. It's a blend of vodka with a little Chambord and fresh blackberries and pomegranate," he explained. "It's a little sweet, but an addictive taste. Just enough to take the edge off."

You hummed softly as you lifted the glass and took a tentative sip. It was sweet but not overwhelmingly so. You enjoyed the flavor of the berries and the edge the vodka offered, enough to have warmth spreading down your throat into your chest.

"It's actually really good. I think you can consider this a success. Thank you, uh…" you trailed off not knowing his name yet.

"Kirishima, but you can call me Eijiro. And I'm glad you think so. Maybe with a positive review, the boss will let me add it to the menu," his lips curved up in a smile, his body leaned over the counter more, getting closer to you.

"Yeah, that would be great for you, /Eijiro/," You said, taking another sip.

"I haven't seen you around before. Are you just visiting?"

You chuckled, "You'll think I'm boring, but I've actually lived here for a while now, but I don't go out much. I work all the time and my friend told me about this place, said I needed to relax a little. So here I am."

"I would never think you were boring. We all have to make a living, right?" You nodded. "Well I'm glad your friend suggested this place. I got to meet you after all and I am all about helping others relax and helping them.../enjoy/ themselves."

"Is that so? Well I'm glad I decided to come out. I'm enjoying myself, thanks to you and this delicious drink. The music helps too," a soft laugh fell from your lips.

"Yeah? I'm sure I could make it even better," Kirishima reached up, letting his fingers trail up and down your arm, sending goosebumps across your flesh.

Oh wow. This was really happening. He wasn't even trying to hide his intentions. This was all too much, but damn if it didn't have your heart pounding in your chest. Or it could be the bass of the song currently playing vibrating through your body. Maybe. But were you even put off by this? Denki has been adamant about you getting out and enjoying yourself and here was Kirishima giving you that opportunity.

"How about another drink first, hmm?" You said, quickly downing the last bit of the crimson liquid.

"Anything for you," Kirishima brushed over your fingers as he took your glass, pulling away from you once more.

You don't know if it's from the alcohol or what, but it was way too hot and you could most definitely use a breather. He was practically giving you an open invitation to...to /fuck/ if you had to put it bluntly. It's been years. Would you even still be good at it? Would it be worth it? Well, if it was shitty, you could blame your poor decision on the alcohol.

Once more your attempt to step away was altered, but this time it wasn't the way-to-gorgeous redhead. Instead you were met with ocean blue eyes barely hidden behind the man's white hair. Even in the dim lighting, the neon lights offered enough to notice the dark patches of skin covering both eyes as well as his jaw down his neck. You couldn't be sure, but it looked as if he had tattooed in the shape of staples outlining the darker skin tone.

"Where are you off too sweetheart?" The man asked, not trying to hide the way his body moved closer, close enough his legs brushed against yours. You could smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

"No where, just waiting on my friend to get back," You said, trying to subtly look for Kirishima without the other man noticing.

"You came here alone though. Not interested in my company, hmm?" Your skin crawled as slender fingers reached up to brush across your cheek.

You got a twisted feeling in your gut at his words. He had been watching you? But why?

"What do you say to joining me for a drink? I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

"S-sorry, I'm not interested."

"Aw come one sweetheart. That big oaf bartender was laying it on pretty thick, you didn't wave him off. Someone as beautiful as you deserves so much more than that," the man reached for you again, his palm coming to rest against your thighs. "Let me show you a good time."

"I said…"

"Touya!" You startled at the deep, very pissed off voice coming from behind the bar. Looking up you see the redhead staring daggers at the man trying to feel you up. "Taishiro has already banned you from here. What the fuck do you want?"

Gone was the sweet voice from earlier and you didn't know whether to be weary or if it excited you more.

"C'mon Kirishima. M'not hurting no one. Just talking to this lady here."

"You need to leave, Touya. I won't say it again. Tetsu handled your ass last time, you don't want /me/ to /make/ you leave."

You watched Touya roll his eyes, sighing dramatically before his gaze flicked down to you, "Maybe next time sweetheart. You think I'm bad...well," blue eyes flicked to Kirishima," You'll see."

You weren't sure what he meant, but was thankful as the guy turned and walked away, his hands finally leaving your body. You let out a deep breath that you didn't even know you had been holding.

"You okay? Don't mind him, he's just a drunk that can't keep himself in check."

"Shit…" you whispered, looking over to Kirishima and down to the drink in his hand. You didn't wait for him to hand it to you instead taking it from his hand and downing it in one go. "Another."

Crimson eyes blew wide before he took your empty glass. "Let's get you taken care of, sweetheart. Maybe something with a little more /kick/."

You nodded, not really caring. That guy had creeped you out but you couldn't help but feel a warmth settling deep in your gut at the way Kirishima handled him, the way he spoke felt /possessive/ and you wanted more of /that/ Kirishima.

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"Need your keys baby," came the muffled voice from the lips pressed into the crook of your neck.

Your body was burning up from the inside, wound up tight. He hadn't kept his hands off of you from the moment the both of you left the bar. Having free range in the back of the cab, hands wandered, touching places that haven't felt the touch of another, not even yourself, in years.

You panted heavily against him as your fingers fumbled for the keys buried in your pocket. "H-here," you fished them out, not daring to pull away, reaching out blindly to find his free hand.

Soon the click of the door shutting and the flip of the lock sounded behind you and before you could even move to guide him inside, big arms were curling around you, lifting you from the ground. You scrambled to lock your legs around his waist, moaning loudly as teeth nipped across your collarbone.

"Fuck baby, you sound so pretty. So small in my arms," the bigger moan groaned against your skin. "Gonna pull more of those sweet sounds from you."

"Y-yes," was all you could manage. You didn't know what to expect, but didn't care as long as he kept touching you. That's all that mattered.

Your back soon found the welcoming embrace of your mattress, bouncing slightly as he dropped you onto the bed. Feet kicked frantically to remove your shoes, a thud sounded as they hit the floor. You could barely manage to grip your top to remove it, thankfully Kirishima was there to help and had it pulled over your head in no time and tossed it to the floor. The same with the rest of your clothes.

Soon you were bare beneath him, you could feel hungry eyes roaming over your body. You instinctively went to cover yourself, suddenly weary of a strangers gaze seeing parts of you no one else has had the privilege of seeing in a long time. But of course the moment your hands moved, Kirishima's own found yours and intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your arms up above your body.

"Fuck, you are breathtaking, sweetheart," he breathed, leaning down until his lips ghosted over the valley between your breast. The feather light touch sent shivers up your spine, causing you to arch up into him.

"E-Eijirou...p-please," you didn't know whether you were begging him to stop or keep going.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me, use your words, sweetheart," Kirishima slowly trailed kisses over your chest, avoiding the plump mounds, waiting for your answer. "Well?"

When would you ever have another chance like this? You can practically hear Denki telling you to go for it, so…"Touch me, whatever you want, just please...don't stop."

You caught the redhead smirking before his mouth darted down to your left breast, instantly sucking your nipple into his mouth. You cried out as teeth scraped against your skin as he suckled against you. It had been so long, just from a simple touch of another had warmth pooling down in your gut. You could feel your core pulse with a need, desperate to be filled.

Kirishima alternated between your breasts, suckling until each bud was kiss swollen and perky. Though his mouth began to travel south, his hands released yours in favor of kneading your tits, his thumb flicking over your nipples, pulling soft whimpers from your lips.

Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying each spark of pleasure coursing through you with every touch of his lips against your skin. It wasn't until you felt heat breath ghosting over your most private parts that your eyes snapped open.

"E-Ei! Wait, wait…" you mumbled, attempting to clench your thighs together, but his shoulders blocked your protest. Crimson eyes flicked up to yours, as if asking for permission to keep going. Taking a steadying breath, you slowly nodded, letting your thighs relax their hold, bending them to spread yourself open for him.

"Hn, fuck, look at you," Kirishima groaned, licking his lips as he stared your cunt. "Bet you taste sweet as fuck here too, sweetheart."

Your cheeks flush, not knowing what exactly to say to that. You've had sex of course, but no one's ever done what Kirishima is about to do. It can't be much different from using your own hands really, right?

Wrong.

So so wrong. It was nothing like your own fingers felt as a hot mouth latched over your lips and a tongue swirled between your folds, sucking, /drinking/ up your slick. It was better, so much better than you could have ever imagined.

"O-oh God fuck!" Hands shot down your body to curl in fist of red hair as your hips bucked against him. Your jaw fell slack, hanging open as you moaned from every flick and pull, every drag of that sinfully delicious tongue against you. Your previous nerves were gone, nowhere to be found, too consumed in being lost in the new and welcomed sensation that you never wanted to end.

The man between your legs seemed to be just as content by the way his arms curled under and over your thighs, pulling you against him. Gurgled moans slip past his lips, causing your toes to curl and your thighs to shake as the sounds vibrate against your clit. It was too much and not enough at the same time, you could feel your insides coiling tight, ready to burst any moment.

Holding back was something you were never good at, and now was a perfect example as Kirishima gave a sudden harsh suck against your clit, your back arched off the bed. A broken cry left your lips as your velvety insides pulsed, gushing slick from your core to squirt over Kirishima's tongue.

His tongue slowed to tentative licks as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm, lapping up what he could of your sweet desire. Your thighs trembled and shook from sensitivity, never having felt such an intense orgasm before.

Kirishima lifted his head, pressing a gentle kiss against your quivering flesh before looking up to you. "You good, sweetheart?"

You hummed, not trusting yourself to try and speak at the moment.

Kirishima chuckled softly, "Good, I definitely enjoyed myself. May have to do that again, maybe next time just have you sit on my face."

"Ei, ah, you can't say stuff like that," you whined softly, bringing your hands up to.cover your flushed cheeks.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. I would enjoy having you ride my tongue, you sound so pretty when you come. Fuck, I can't imagine what you'll sound like once I actually /fuck/ you," he groans, slowly sliding himself up your body, kissing here and there until he reaches your jaw. "What do ya say, sweetheart? Can I hear that pretty voice some more while I'm fucking that tight little pussy?"

A soft whimper leaves you at his words. Why is everything that Kirishima says and does so.../hot/. You had thought it was just a facade to pick people up, but nothing has changed, it's only intensified and it's more than what you're used to. Not that you are complaining, not one bit. If this is a one time thing, you should take what he gives and enjoy every second. Who knows when a moment like this will ever present itself to you again.

Granted, now that you think about it, you wouldn't mind this being more than just a one time thing. Neither of you had talked about it, both fairly intoxicated, but who knows, maybe come morning you can ask him if this could be /something/. Just a casual thing. Maybe.

It's not like you to /want/ more, work always comes first, but with Kirishima...you could see it. What is it about him that has you wanting to change, after just one night?

---

"Ah- fuck, yeah swertheart. Like that, ride me baby. Come on cock," Kirishima growls into your neck, teeth nipping against your flesh as your hips grind down against him, burying every inch of his cock deep inside your cunt.

You close your eyes to the breathless panting against your ear. You focus on the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the loud squelching of his thick cock slamming inside your tight wet heat as you bounce on top of him.

Grunts and groans vibrate against your ear, sending chills down your spine, causing you to arch up into him. Kirishima takes advantage of the moment and pulls you up against him, maneuvering you both off the bed, all the while his cock still buried deep inside you.

Before you have the chance to utter a word, the hard press of your bedroom wall pulls a soft gasp from your lips. The cool wood is soothing against your heated flesh, sending chills to break out over your skin.

The two of you have been at this for what feels like hours, you're sure your body can't handle much more. But the new position has his cock rocking right up against your sweet spot. You've lost count how many times your cunts milked his cock, and you were close once more. This would be the last one for the night, you could hold on just a little longer.

"Eiji, m'gonna...p-please, /hnn/, fuck! Harder, y-yes," you babble as his hips thrust up into, rocking your body up and down against the wall.

"Mm, yeah? Feel good sweetheart? Gonna make that pussy come on my cock?"

Your thighs tighten around his waist as he bucks into you, hard, his pace unrelenting, not daring to let up one bit. Over and over. Broken guttural moans roll from your lips, a sound you have noticed Kirishima is growing to enjoy. It's like he craves it, pushing and pushing, making sure he's bringing you the utmost pleasure. Like he thrives off of knowing how good he's making you feel.

"C-close," you manage, your voice barely a whisper. You can hear his breath catch, and his pace only increases. Kirishima rams his cock into you harder and harder. Abusing your sweet spot repeatedly.

"/Ah-nnnhg/, come for me, squeeze my cock so good, sweetheart."

One, two more thrusts has your head thudding back against the wall, eyes rolling back in your head as your cunt clamps down around his cock, slick squirting from your folds once more.

"Oh, Ei! F-fuuuuck! Hn, y-yes!"

You barely register Kirishima's hips stuttering before stilling against you as warmth fills your insides. You hum contentedly, holding on to him with what strength you have left as your body is pulled away from the wall.

The last thing you remember before your eyes finally closing from exhaustion was the warmth of his body curling around you and the coolness of your sheet being draped over your body. Sleep took you away instantly, you couldn't have stayed awake if you wanted to.

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A part of you feels like it was all a dream, that that night was all a figment of your imagination. That you had drunk way too much and let your inebriated mind create such images of the attractive bartender. That none of it was /real/.

But the other part...you couldn't let yourself believe it never happened. Your body can still recall the way those strong hands felt against your body, the way those sweet lips kissed praise after praise into your skin. You couldn't just make that up, right?

That's what you tell yourself at least. That it was real and it was exactly what it was. A hook-up, a one-night stand. There was nothing more to it. But even knowing that, it didn't take away the sting you felt when you had woken up that morning to find yourself all alone, no signs that Kirishima was even there.

That was almost three weeks ago and for some reason it was still lingering around in your brain. You had no reason to be thinking of him or anything of the sort. You didn't know him and he didn't know you, neither of you had even exchanged numbers.

Denki had even doubted you at first, knowing how seriously you take work, he didn't believe you would actually go through with hooking up with a stranger. But of course once you explained just who it was, Denki had no doubts, he even looked like he felt bad for you. He didn't explain why of course, and you didn't push it.

It only reminded you of the words that white haired man had said that night. Maybe that's just what Kirishima did, found pretty ladies to hook-up with. Not that it was a problem, everyone deserved to enjoy themselves how they wanted. You had just thought he would have at least said something or even a goodbye would have sufficed, but nothing. And you couldn't bring yourself to go back to the bar weary of facing him and having him feel like you were stalking him or something.

Oh well. You finally let loose for the first time and enjoyed yourself, that's all that should matter. Right?

"You're doing it again," you startled at the sound of Denki's voice from beside you.

"Hah? What?"

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

"Wha? N-no, I'm trying to fill out this paper work-.."

"That's still just as blank as it was half an hour ago. C'mon, you gotta let it go. Not worth it, babe. Next time, you can go with me and I'll set you up right."

"Denks, no. I'm not looking to do that, I wasn't then, it just happened. I had my night out like you wanted, you should be good with that for the next year or so."

"That's how it happens with him. Look, you can spare one more night and have fun with me and 'Toshi. I'll make you forget all about that lover boy Red."

You sigh heavily knowing there's no changing his mind. "One more night, but I don't want you finding someone to take me home. We can go out for drinks together and leave it at that, okay?"

"Fiiiine. Meet us at the same place, say an hour? We can finish up this paper work Monday," Denki says, pulling the stack of papers from in front of you to add to the pile on his desk. "So, go home, get all dolled up and we'll see you in a bit, 'kay?"

No going back now, so you nod and reluctantly grab your stuff and lock up shop.

You really didn't want to go back here and risk seeing him. It shouldn't be a big deal, not after a drunken hook-up. Maybe it's because of your past you can't let it go or the fact that this is so unlike you that it's weighing on your mind.

In your last relationship, it was great, perfect even. You were happy and in love. The two of you had been together throughout school and even after graduation. But things...changed, and not in a good way. Your boyfriend at the time started going out at night with new friends, staying out all hours. He had changed, and time together started being less and less. The only time he ever touched you was when he would come home in a drunken state and the next day it was back to being distant.

You weren't one to say anything you had trusted him. You didn't want to seem controlling. But you started feeling uneasy and started having doubts.

Doubts you never thought you would have. Thinking things you never thought your boyfriend would ever do. So you decided to follow him out one night, just to see what he was getting into, for your peace of mind.

Every day after that you wish you would have never gone out, wished you would have never seen what you did. All those nights he would come home to lay with you, it was after he had someone else in his arms prior. He would touch you with hands that touched another, kiss you with lips that tasted another. He had been cheating on you for who knows how long and you couldn't handle it. Six years gone just like that. You couldn't stay, you had no reason to. So you waited for him to go out like usual and packed all that was yours and left and never looked back.

And here you are now, five years later. You had done good for yourself, never letting anyone get in the way of what you wanted or risk anyone taking you back down that same road of hurt. So why is it that Kirishima is taking up all the space in your mind?

"You made it!"

You were pulled from your thoughts as Denki walked up to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"You look good. Let's get inside already," you nodded and let him lead you inside, his boyfriend following close behind. "Toshi, take her to our usual seats and I'll grab us some drinks. What do you want?"

"Blood Riot," you say without thinking.

Denki saunters off and you're left with Hitoshi.

"He's wired, sorry about that."

"It's fine, I'm used to it. How's the Cafe doing?" You ask, following him through the sea of people to the far side of the bar where couches line the back wall for people to relax.

"It's uh good, found a stray this morning, so we have a new kitten mascot you could say," the purple haired man chuckled softly.

"I'll have to swing by sometime, Denks stays on me about getting out more. Maybe I should finally listen."

"My ears are burning, what did I miss?" Denki asks as he walks back up, drinks in head.

"Nothing, kitten."

He hands you your glass, "Thanks…"

"What is a BR? I never knew it was on the menu."

"It's uh, something...new, I think."

You sat back on the couch, nursing your drink as you watched Denki drag Hitoshi away to go dance. You smiled after them, happy that they could enjoy themselves. Not that you weren't but you couldn't help but feel out of place and the strange feeling of being watched.

As you took a sip you let your gaze drift to the bar. You should have known he would be here but you weren't expecting to see him draped across the bar hovering over some girl's lap. Just like he had done with you. You choked on your drink and quickly looked away.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Obviously you can't handle fucking someone without feelings and seeing him now reminded you that it was a one time thing. You told yourself once you finished your drink, you'd find Denki and give him some excuse to leave and just go home.

That was the plan.

As you downed the last of your drink you stood to leave but was blocked by a hulking figure that moved to stand in front of you.

"How's the drink, sweetheart?"

You looked up slowly, already knowing who it was by his voice. You didn't think he would come seek you out and why he would, confused you.

"K-Kirishima, uh hi. Um, it was good, just like before," you answer quietly, taking a step back to go around him.

"Hey wait…" Kirishima reaches out to take you by the wrist. "I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Um, sorry? I'm actually leaving, so can you let me go, please." You go to pull away, but his grip tightens. "Kirishima, let-..."

"Can we talk?"

"What for? We have nothing to talk about. Besides, don't you have someone at the bar waiting for you?" Not that it was any of your business, but you have eyes and he can't expect you to just let him swoop in and use his obvious charm to woo you.

"She's an old friend. It's not like that," he explains."

"It's none of my business. Now can you please let me go so I can leave?"

Kirishima drops your hand. "Look, I know what happened that night was great and how I left was, well, not so great. But I've never done that before."

"Never done what before?"

"Stayed over like that. I uh, kinda bolted and regretted it because I had no idea how to reach you and showing up at your place would've been hella uncool," Kirishima rushed out, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. "I'm not really used to this."

Who was this guy? Where was the Kirishima from the first night, the one who was so sure of himself? This can't be the same person, he seems so...nervous.

"You wanted to see me? We were both kinda drunk, it's not like you /had/ to stay or anything. It's fine, Kirishima, really," you say, unsure if you were trying to actually reassure him or yourself.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and when your friend ordered that drink, I knew it was you. I really didn't think you'd come back here. Look, I'm off the clock for the night, do you think we could just...talk?"

You could feel your heart flip in your chest at his admission, you didn't want to look too much into it, but knowing he's been thinking of you just as much as you have of him, you can't find it in yourself to just walk away.

"Come with me," you hold out your hand and Kirishima slowly reaches out to lace your fingers together. This may be a bad idea, but the bar was too loud and you wanted to go home anyway, so this seemed like the only logical option. You pull him through the crowd and out the front doors.

Once out front, you let go of his head and walked ahead, back towards your apartment. The walk was silent between the two of you, neither seeming to know what to say just yet. Denki would scold you come Monday for bailing out on him, but hopefully, depending on how this turns out, maybe he'll understand.

You pull out your keys, unlocking your door to let Kirishima inside, and shut the door behind you. Last time he was here, you were wrapped in his arms, starting one of the best nights you've ever had, but now the two of you aren't even touching, both staring off in any direction to avoid meeting the other's gaze.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" You ask, moving into the open area of your kitchen to pull a beer from the fridge. Unfortunately you didn't have anything stronger, but it would help enough to take the edge off, maybe release some of the tension between the two of you.

"I-I like you."

Beer spewed from your lips as you choked on your first sip. You slam the can down to grab a dish rag to wipe up your mess.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to just blurt it out. I've never dealt with this before, well not in a long time. I haven't had the need or the want to think about this stuff," Kirishima explains, walking around the counter to help you.

"It's fine, you uh, just caught me off guard."

Kirishima chuckles softly, "I'll try to /ease/ into it, yeah?" A smirk danced across his lips.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" You tease, smacking the towel against his arm. Instead of moving to go to the living room, you hop up on your counter, bringing yourself to eye level with Kirishima. "So you wanna go on?"

Kirishima's smile falters slightly, "I don't do this, /dating/, stuff. I swore it off long ago, but when we were laying in your bed, you were sound asleep and I forgot how much I missed having someone in my arms."

Your heart dropped at his words, but you couldn't blame him for not wanting more. You have your own reasons for not letting people in.

"You were the first person I had stayed with after we had our fun, I'm usually gone before they even get to bed. It sounds like a dick move, I mean it is, but I couldn't risk getting attached. Been there once and I'm not going through it again," Kirishima explains, propping himself against the counter beside you. His eyes everywhere but on you.

"Someone broke your heart, didn't they?"

"Shit, that's one way to put it. People say guys don't get their hearts broken, that it's a chick thing. But their wrong, shit hurts no matter who you are," Kirishima sighs, his voice laced with emotions. "So I blocked it all out, never letting myself get attached. It's shitty, really, but I always aimed for the person to at least enjoy themselves. And they knew it was a one time thing, so it worked."

"Until now?" You ask softly, sipping on your drink.

"Until now."

You watched Kirishima push away from the counter to stand in front of you, your legs part instinctively to let him stand between them.

"I swore I would never let anyone in but you...you, sweetheart have weaseled your way in somehow. And I don't know how to handle it," he reaches up to tuck a loose curl behind your ear. "I don't know how to do /this/, but I'm willing to try. /If/ you would let me."

"You want to...what? Date me?"

Kirishima chuckled, "Would you like to date me? No bullshit, no secrets, just you and me? I can't promise I'll be perfect but I can promise I'll never break your heart."

You wanted to say yes. It was what you had wanted, right? Can you trust him, knowing his reputation? Can you risk it?

"Kirishima, I...I don't-..."

"Hey, it's okay. I kinda dropped all this on you outta nowhere. You don't have to do this, it's fine sweetheart," he says softly.

"It's not that," you say quickly. "I've been hurt too, okay? Just...can I trust you if we do this, that you won't just find someone better?"

"No one could ever compare, sweetheart. Can I trust you to not give up on me?"

"M'not that great, Ei. As long as you can handle my crazy obsession with my job, I think we can give this a shot," you smile up at him, bringing your hand up to fist the front of his shirt, pulling him close until his nose brushes against yours. "Don't hurt me, Ei."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

You sigh softly into the kiss, letting your legs curl around his waist, holding him close. A part of you had wanted more from the start and now you actually have a chance to have more. It's both exciting and terrifying, not knowing what's to happen, but even knowing what Kirishima is like, /was/ like, it's not as unsettling as you thought it would be. He went through something like you did with your ex and you can only hope that makes the both of you better for another, and able to understand each other.

It's only the beginning, but once more, you just can't seem to shake Kirishima and you are more than okay with that.

~the end♡

#kirishima x female reader #mild angst #kirishima smut #cunningulus #kirishima eijirou #bnha smut #bnha #re post #twitter #my first post #commisionwork

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lucas-grey · 2 years

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I did it. I tattooed a six on my neck in honour of Grey.

This is going to be very long and personal, but if you have the capacity and time I would appreciate if you continue to read 🙏

It may sound weird, maybe I sound like a freaking nerd. But this number is much more than just my lucky number.

Of course I know he’s just fictional, and he’s not even the main character. But still, he had a huge impact on my life.

CW: Mental health issues

When I first played Hitman 2016, I was in a very bad condition. Since I was a teenager, I had depression, an eating disorder and a generalised anxiety disorder. And back than, before I first played the game, all these things kicked in at the same time. I was sleepy, I had eating attacks, gained much weight. I had panick attacks very often and felt weak and tired most of the time.

I simply lost all joy in life.

What I did was trying to get a solution and somehow I thought working 40 hours a week and also studying for 20 hours a week, would get my head free. I believed if I was just busy, there wouldn’t be any time for me to feel depressed or having any anxiety.

At first, this strategy worked. But after a while I was so stressed, that I totally lost myself. I haven’t done anything for myself anymore. My life was just working and sleeping and working and sleeping. Self care? I didn’t had time for that!

So I traded my depression for stress and I ended up laying down with a burn out (not the last one, as you will find out reading further).

I stayed home for a couple of weeks, trying to put my life in order. I changed my working hours, risking to live with less money, but i thought it’s okay. You can’t buy mental health. And I also rethought my effort for university. I’m now a long time student, but like I care. The thing you don’t get back is time, so don’t waste it with things that aren’t good for you.

It was than I played Hitman 2016. I always had the game in my shelf but I never really played it (no time, remember?). When I first played it, it was at the time Hitman 2 came out. So I decided to buy it directly, too, and spend several hours playing both games. And when I saw Grey and heard his story, I immediately fell in love with him.

Maybe it was because of his attractiveness (of course), but I guess it was mostly because he was such a tragic character. I felt sad for him, for what happened to him and I mean, he’s a very very depressed character 😅 so of course I could relate.

What happened than was, that I started to get to know the fandom. At first very seldom and timid. Than more and more, till I started with my tumblr. In the last years I not just got to know a wonderful fandom, I met new people. People who became an important part of my life, people I have contact with alongside tumblr or the Hitman Forum. People who became very close friends ❤️

And all that because of Grey. Because of him, I found new hobbies (hello screenshots, hello photoshop, hello fanfictions), I found new friends, and I found the courage to look after me.

When he died last year, it was such a shock for me. I know that most people can’t understand, because let’s not forget, he’s a fictional character. But when your own life is hard and it feels like everything could fall apart, some fiction can help finding your course in life again.

I needed time to accept his death. At first I did the same mistake before I even played Hitman. I threw myself back into work. Hours of work per week, 5 exams for university in a few weeks, till I collapsed, till my body and mind made me stop. I needed therapy to get over his death. I know, I said it, he’s fictional. But that doesn’t mean that the feelings for him aren’t real. You can feel grief and loss even for someone who’s not real. The heart does what it does. And I learned that it’s okay, that I should accept these feelings, that I should let them happen.

After this second burn out I found my life back again and feeling better. For now. The thing about depression is, it will never go away. It will always be there and some times in my life will be harder than others. A few weeks ago my father was diagnosed with lung cancer; at the beginning of this year one of my best friends had a stroke and after three weeks of coma she slowly fights her way back to life. I found out, that there are people as strong as Grey right around me. People who suffer, but who fight. Through him I found that these people exist, even when he doesn’t. And maybe I’m also one of them.

So it doesn’t matter if you find it naive, over the top or just plain stupid. But Grey helped me to rediscover my purpose in my life. In the end, it doesn’t matter what gives people the strength to fight, as long as it helps them.

Of course, I still hope for a Grey comeback on Ambrose Island, but my expectations are very low. I have to accept the fact that he’s not coming back. I still feel sad about it and yes, a bit angry, too.

But at least now he’s on my neck forever. For those who know, they know. For everyone else, it’s just my lucky number 🍀

#hitman #lucas grey #personal

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tatsumi-harem-chronicles · 1 year

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we all know abt the quadruplet womb war, but consider: fantasy au

[referencing past post: Lmao it'd b so funny if someone wrote a fantasy au of the quadruplet womb war complete with alliances betrayals and the fate of multiple kingdoms on the line? The killing of each sibling represented by an eye turning gold, whereupon the one to kill all 3 (kills transfer) is granted all seeing prophetic vision or something? But after the cruel deaths of their other siblings (mika mercy killing one, and suzu killing one willingly to avenge the first one's death) they decide to truce instead so no one gets prophetic vision but also neither of them die?] ive been thinking about the womb war fantasy au for the past few minutes ive fleshed it out a bit more but only really really random bits

i dont read enough fantasy stuff to contribute in a meaningful way but go bonkers pensive lay it out

so they all lived in the same kingdom right in the same castle bc its their kingdom and their castle and they bein the heirs but then their parents die and demon/god/diety/eldritch horror(my fave option now tbh) appears and lays out the rules of the curse that determines the rightful heir (bc they were quadruplets ofc they dont know who takes the throne) (btw its there bc either their parents summoned it for some pre-birth deal that impacted their birth or one specific quadruplet summoned it u'll know when i explain them) so the curse says that the rightful heir would have a pair of golden eyes that will see into the future, but in order to unlock the power the others must die. one death for each eye, and a third (done in a ritual) to unlock the ability to use the power. as it stands the siblings are mika (blue), suzu (pink/red), eldest (working name, first born, green) and guy (3rd born, after mika, orange). mika suzu and eldest r like hell naw bc they fam and love each other but orange is not goin for that route bc he really really wants to become more powerful (overshadowed by suzu's magic, eldest's sword, mika's charm) and longs for the throne, and destest the way everyone else has decided that gentile, weak willed eldest should take the throne.

so yea aft some shenangians guy takes control of the castle by force and tries to kill his siblings but with the help of the servants they manage to escape, although spread out in different directions with varying degrees of help. eldest makes it out with a band of 3-5 trusted aids and heads out to the kingdom of one of his friends (my heart telling me either izumi or eichi for some reason), mika is rescued by 2 kind servants (they run into the woods, no real idea where they are but heading in a direction they hope leads to civilization), and suzu escapes alone (making it to the slums of a busy city in their neighboring kingdom the morning after, as dawn breaks over the horizon. hazy mist covers the streets, not blinding but obscuring, the biting cold stings her cheeks, and in that moment she wants nothing but to lay down and sleep in the wake of civilization. but the stabbing pain of light hitting her eyes shakes a molecule of sense back into her, terrifyingly alone, she has no choice to keep moving. as the morning markets begin to set up, she disappears into the crowd of the bustling trade city)

so anyways mika and pals do eventually reach civilization of their own, deciding the best way to keep themselves hidden + ensure their survival is to get work, they do exactly that. managing to get work at the local lord's house, which they realize too late to be the archduke lord itsuki (ik, hold ur shock).

eldest pleads his case to the kingdom he sought refuge in, gaining their support to in creating a rebellion against his brother's rule bc at that point it'd taken weeks for him to get an audience w people high enough to make the decision on what to do with him (a foreign fuckin prince) and in that time he had seen how his brother treated his people, how their suffering didn't even make it into his eyes. his simple plead for sanctuary suddenly turning into an indignant cry for justice. their prince, enamored wiht the fury of a man known for his placidity, agrees after much deliberation with the council. the kingdom casts a discreet call for war, asking for soldiers from only their most trusted nobles, the cards become set.

meanwhile suzu becomes a mercenary and catches the eye of queen anzu (yaasssssssss girl slaaaaaay), who had inherited the throne after her parents died in an epidemic a few years prior, only winning the title from her brother due to her immense prowess in all fields of study. uhhhhhh shenaniganry happens and turns out mika and eldest were actually in the same kingdom! huzzah they have a tearful reunion and shu offers his soldiers to the war efforts. but when mika asks to join shu refuses bc he doesnt want him hurt & he has minimal combat abilities

[1]mika sneaks in anyways lololol and oopsie doopsie turns out the whole thing was a trap bc guy(orange) had started dabbling in Forbidden Magic Of Mass Destruction (tm) which required snackrafices for use and had destructive tolls on the user's magic poewr, mainly that the source of their power slowly becomes corrupted and eventually leaves them unable to use any other power besides FMOMD (tm) which also gives them Big Pain. so yea he fatally wounds eldest and is about to torture him to death when shu fuckin itsuki (:shushock:) storms in and overwhelms him enough to force him into retreat but at that point eldest is still like, y'know dying and shu is very very conflicted on if he has to right to put him out of his misery bc he knows how much he means to mika and even tho eldest is like "milord, it is alright- we both know how this ends" shu is takin no bitches today and yeets him to the infirmary tent where doctors decend upon him like rabid bagers but they're all like "yea, no way. hes dyin" and he's liek "yep im dyin." and says "i am nothing but a fool, a weak hearted coward like guy said. i didn't have the strength to harm him, and this is the result. how dare i, who hath broken my treasured oath, dare to face you all?(a lot of the ppl there r runaways from the quadruplet's kingdom)" and then he tells them to gtfo so he can die in shame and alone and they're like "NAUUUUURRRR" but get dragged away anyways by the neighboring kingdom's knights who had less stake but was touched by the scene and relented to his wishes. but then ya boy, mika kagehara, who had snuck into battle as a supply runner, and was too busy getting bandages in the storage shed to hear abt thsi piping hot tea, accidently runs through the wall of the tent eldest was in and sees him there. thye have a heart to heart, mika cries, eldest's body is slowly shutting down so he can't bring tears but he still looks like hes holding it back and then mika mercy kills him

[2]and then mika gets the first gold eye wooooooooooo so yea the rebellion keeps fighting but mika (who had been found clutching his dearest brother's hand, a vile of their most quick, efficient, painless poison laying on the cot. a tender smile watching over him from beyond the grave) and is Extremely Distraught so shu takes him to a safehouse nearby (either one of his houses or a friend's) for him to recover where he hears news about ongoing news in the west. ok so lets talk abt the west. i just arbitrarily decided that anzu's kingdom is actually a large empire in the west (making her the empress woooooooo!!) and thye have some Really Big problems with monsters and pirates. you see all along the sides of their empire are massive magical forests, dense in monsters and resources. this has allowed their trade to boom as thye became better hunters and gatherers, but their booming trade all stirred up all kinds of trouble from envious kingdoms/groups/whomevers so they have rampant problems with all kinds of bandits and outlaws. so much that it overwhems the amount of knights they have available, so the kingdom created a really strict but highly compent hiring system for mercs, who get paid well for their loyalty assistance. so then suzu, a hyper-competent-only-seen-in-a-thousand-years-wizard rises to great acclaim very fast and word of her exploits + the empress's favor quickly reaches the kingdom valk is in. so shu, who knows everything abt the sitch by now, sends her news of the ongoings of the rebellion and how eldest is dead and mika is dealing Poorly. suzu likewise reacts Poorly and becomes filled with Vengeful Rage and runs over immediately to go kill guy(orange) anzu finds out shes gone by the note she left behind and makes Plans so suzu gets the drop on guy and kills guy boo de hoo and w/o him there to control the puppet soldier/golem things that had been defending the castle the rebellion succeeds Very Quickly

[1]i oculd cry [2]GIRLSLAY SUZU

shu itsuki bursts into the throne room (where guy died) shortly after and meets suzu who he Knows is suzu bc of her eyes and tells her the castle has been captured the the rebellion has won, suzu is relieved and collapses bc Epic Battle Tiring so shu takes her to the safe house mika is staying in for her to rest and get treatment. so the (now) twins are reunited :DD so suzu now has a gold eye, mika has a gold eye, and whoever kills the other inherits their gold eye from the brother they killed + unlocks the power of prophecy … "yea but htey obvs dont want to kill each other" u say, and ur absolutely right except god/demon/elderitch horror really really wants them too and plagues them with horrible night mares and sleep walking spells and after a few small nightime scares and one Very Big nightime Incident where mika had sleepwalked over to suzu with either a pillow or blanket in hand to smother her (which was seen and stopped before anything could happen by a patroling maid) they beomce Very Concered over it and try figuring out what to do when BA BAB BABAAAAAAAAAA ANZU AND ENJI (<-engirls mc, yes this is his name now im taking this name its my ver of cannon now) appear and reveal that while enji is Magicless (tm) he is suprisingly incredibly efficient at the hwole Hypothetical Magic field of study (the same field utilized/abused into the summoning of the thing) and with the power of Deus Ex Machina he and anzu manage to seal away the demon in a ritual that probs involved the twins's blood ngl and so yea woooooooooo after that thye take some days to calm down from the Everythings and eventaully talk about the . the waht happens next. mika admits he isn't a good fit for the throne due to his airheadedness and tendency to misunderstand the machinations of hihg society (& jus doesn't feel like he deserves it), and while suzu has similar inhibitions she knows one of them has to step up bc no one else will and so despite her fears she takes to plunge and accepts the crown

QUEEN SUZU

the kingdoms that helped during the war (anzu's empire+eldest's friend's kingdom) all form alliances as the suzu's kingdom undergoes intense reconstruction, developing a strong focus into research for many fields (mostly medicine, magic, and hypotheticals-a broad term used to emcompass many areas of study people would deem to be fiction, everything from what we[<-fourth wall break lol] consider modern science to the god/demon/elderitch magic that started and ended it all) enji moves there and takes up shop in the kingdom's grand university, becoming one of it's first researchers and lecturers. mika also attends one for a time, learning and researching the medicine that could have saved his brother's life + (accidently) finding a passion for artistic textiles and sewing. anzu and suzu eventually get engaged and circumvent the whole Heir Production thing by using a new hypothetical magic they+enji created that allows the user(s) to insert the blessings of one's bloodline onto anyone they want and proceed to bless two capable and loyal advisers. and while the decision was at first met with harsh criticism, they were eventually proven to have chosen well as the merrits of their successors build and build. oh yea and shu+mika are probs engaged bc why not other notes im toying w the idea of ra*bits also being from suzu's kingdom, but only nazuna managed to escape (by mika's side) while the rest were trapped in the palace with guy. they probs did espionage and helped the rebellion start tho, and defected as soon as they could. arashi's probs the other servant, bc she's mika's bestie. im thinking of making the safe house belong to wataru, bc lmao shu havin to ask a man he's friends w by circumstance for help bc he was the closest n most viable option n must throw away his pride for the one he loves. also bc of that thinkin of the 5 eccentrics all bein in that kingdom and at that point it'd probs make the most sense if it's king was rei huh. meh ill figure it out

mika also attends one for a time, learning and researching the medicine that fould have saved his brother’s life

i could die

[anon4] holy shit i love this

HUZZAH

#enstars #ensemble stars #engirls #ensemble girls #must admit to never playing engirls 😔#mika kagehara #suzu kuromori #quadruplet womb war #quadruplet womb war fantasy au #mikashu #ansuzu #itsuki shu (minor)#anzu (minor)#original quadruplet characters #writing snippets #mod talks #misc

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chorusan · 2 years

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I have never considered Grif/Bitters before but my eyes are open and they are open w i d e

Any particular headcanons for them?

ngl, i started shipping grif/bitters as a very miserable ship, cuz realistically they're both repressed and unhealthy individuals dealing with their own angst when they know each other, so i was capitalizing on that and making them drown together, but i gave it some thought cuz i didn't wanna just hand you a bunch of angst out of nowhere and i'm now equally a fan of healthy and fluffy grif/bitters, so ty for that HDHDBV welcome to our ship, it's just you and me in a little rowboat together

i kind of see them both as cats, very "leave me the fuck alone unless i approach you in which case give me attention exactly how i want until i decide to up and fuck off again". they're both also somehow the most and least chill people on the planet, they both care a lot but would rather die than have anyone know they care, so their relationship starts as sort of this dance they do around each other where they're constantly testing the waters, figuring out how much they can get away with saying while trying to not let the other in on the fact that they are human and have human thoughts and emotions. this dance culminates in the mutual understanding that they can be "uncool" around each other and neither of them will call the other out. there is the mutual understanding that their lives suck and they both feel like they're drowning but at least they have each other and understand each other, and when they walk out from behind closed doors they'll keep each others' secret. their relationship, to me, is about companionship and making the best of a bad situation and...maybe not growing as people by leaps and bounds, but trying to stay afloat so the other has something to hang onto.

so, in no particular order, some gritters headcanons:

-they don't actively sit down and cuddle as much, but they're big fans of casually getting in each others' space. putting their feet on each others' lap, leaning over each other to reach things, shoving past each other as opposed to simply adjusting wherever they're walking, smacking each others' ass as they pass by

-when they do cuddle, it's usually because one of them walked up to the other and plopped themselves down directly in their space without asking, and the other may bitch and act annoyed but if anyone could see how tight they hold each other they wouldn't fool anyone

-they readily share snacks, even though they pretend to be annoyed about it. grif is pretty horrified how snackless bitters' life has been up until now. grif has both the know-how and the influence around base to get or trade for as many snacks as his heart desires, and sharing food is a love language for both of them, so they share snacks and eat meals together a lot. they also both steal off each others' tray in the mess hall and half the time they're chill about it, the other half they start fighting LMAO

-they like to smoke together, although grif doesn't like that bitters smokes because bitters is fucking up his health at such a young age, but anytime he speaks up about it bitters just blows smoke in his face and says something along the lines of "it's not like i'll live long enough to see the consequences". grif obviously doesn't like that but doesn't push it too hard because he understands the fatalistic outlook and knows if he challenges bitters on it bitters will just get up and leave. grif doesn't necessarily mentor bitters, but he does know he's got a few things to teach him and if he doesn't pick and choose his battles he'll never get anywhere with bitters

-speaking of smoking, bitters does have a tenuous pot hookup and he starts sharing his stash with grif. they hole up in grif's room (grif shares with simmons but they kick him out for the night unless simmons agrees to smoke with them, which he rarely does) (side headcanon, they can't use bitters' room because bitters rooms with matthews and matthews has copd from a chemical bombing by the feds and the smoke that lingers fucks with him). grif and bitters do shotgun hits OBVIOUSLY as every good ship does. they're both too depressed to have much of a sex drive, but half the time they smoke together they end up at third base

-NAPS NAPS NAPS they love to nap together anywhere anytime. they've turned napping into a sport, one of their collective activities is hunting down and sharing places to sneak away from everyone and get some sleep. they share all their favorite storage closet locations and together they can reach new heights, such as the rafters of the training compound or that attic space in the armory both of them have been eyeing but neither of them can quite reach alone

-bitters has a crappy old ipod he has really dated rock music on and he and grif each put one earbud in and listen because it's something to do. they talk about music together and bitters tells grif about how if he somehow survives the war, the one thing he wants is an electric guitar, it's the only thing he ever dares to hope for (and then makes a joke about grif being his groupie which gets him a smack upside the head) (grif: "no way, there isn't a single universe out there in which i'd be your fucking groupie, you'd be mine" bitters: "you can't really have a groupie if you don't play, that's not how it works" grif: "trust me, i'm gonna invent a new kind of groupie just so i don't have to be yours" and then this ends in grif promising he'll take bitters to a concert one day, but bitters is doubtful because he doesn't believe in "one day"s)

-bitters can play acoustic guitar and has one in his room, he only plays for matthews really but occasionally plays for grif (and the other lieutenants as time goes on). matthews has a ukulele he keeps trying to teach grif to play but grif is always too distracted watching bitters' fingers work the strings of his guitar to really pick it up

-the first time grif realizes he likes bitters more than he thought is the first time he makes bitters laugh. up until then, he hadn't ever heard anyone make bitters laugh, he was half-convinced bitters wasn't capable of laughing. grif doesn't even remember what he said, some dumb pun or remark, but bitters hadn't been expecting to find it funny so when he laughs he doesn't have time to tone it down or bite it back, he laughs genuinely. when grif sees bitters face light up and get 5 years younger, the way his eyes close and his eyebrows raise, when he hears that bitters snorts when he laughs??? forget it, he's gone, he's so fucked, he can't stop blushing and staring, it's over for him

-the first time bitters realizes he like grif more than he thought he did is the first time bitters sees grif give a fuck. the first time he runs into grif up late at night stress snacking in the mess hall (bitters went there to do the same thing), when grif tries to hide what's bothering him but it hits bitters like a semi truck, holy shit grif is stressing. not about his missing friends this time, about the new republic. about kimball, about matthews, about bitters. it's the push bitters needs to commit to liking grif, seeing concrete proof that grif is capable of giving a fuck despite all his pretending that he doesn't

ty for this ask!! this was rlly rlly fun!! :D feel free to hmu to talk about them anytime :D <333

also, if anyone has any headcanons to add on, please do! :D

#grif/bitters #gritters #antoine bitters #dexter grif #rvb #asks #talktag #chorusan etc

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renaissanceclassics · 27 days

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Up From Slavery: Part 9

of 18 parts. Chapter VIII. Teaching School In A Stable And A Hen-House

I confess that what I saw during my month of travel and investigation left me with a very heavy heart. The work to be done in order to lift these people up seemed almost beyond accomplishing. I was only one person, and it seemed to me that the little effort which I could put forth could go such a short distance toward bringing about results. I wondered if I could accomplish anything, and if it were worth while for me to try.

Of one thing I felt more strongly convinced than ever, after spending this month in seeing the actual life of the coloured people, and that was that, in order to lift them up, something must be done more than merely to imitate New England education as it then existed. I saw more clearly than ever the wisdom of the system which General Armstrong had inaugurated at Hampton. To take the children of such people as I had been among for a month, and each day give them a few hours of mere book education, I felt would be almost a waste of time.

After consultation with the citizens of Tuskegee, I set July 4, 1881, as the day for the opening of the school in the little shanty and church which had been secured for its accommodation. The white people, as well as the coloured, were greatly interested in the starting of the new school, and the opening day was looked forward to with much earnest discussion. There were not a few white people in the vicinity of Tuskegee who looked with some disfavour upon the project. They questioned its value to the coloured people, and had a fear that it might result in bringing about trouble between the races. Some had the feeling that in proportion as the Negro received education, in the same proportion would his value decrease as an economic factor in the state. These people feared the result of education would be that the Negroes would leave the farms, and that it would be difficult to secure them for domestic service.

The white people who questioned the wisdom of starting this new school had in their minds pictures of what was called an educated Negro, with a high hat, imitation gold eye-glasses, a showy walking-stick, kid gloves, fancy boots, and what not—in a word, a man who was determined to live by his wits. It was difficult for these people to see how education would produce any other kind of a coloured man.

In the midst of all the difficulties which I encountered in getting the little school started, and since then through a period of nineteen years, there are two men among all the many friends of the school in Tuskegee upon whom I have depended constantly for advice and guidance; and the success of the undertaking is largely due to these men, from whom I have never sought anything in vain. I mention them simply as types. One is a white man and an ex-slaveholder, Mr. George W. Campbell; the other is a black man and an ex-slave, Mr. Lewis Adams. These were the men who wrote to General Armstrong for a teacher.

Mr. Campbell is a merchant and banker, and had had little experience in dealing with matters pertaining to education. Mr. Adams was a mechanic, and had learned the trades of shoemaking, harness-making, and tinsmithing during the days of slavery. He had never been to school a day in his life, but in some way he had learned to read and write while a slave. From the first, these two men saw clearly what my plan of education was, sympathized with me, and supported me in every effort. In the days which were darkest financially for the school, Mr. Campbell was never appealed to when he was not willing to extend all the aid in his power. I do not know two men, one an ex-slaveholder, one an ex-slave, whose advice and judgment I would feel more like following in everything which concerns the life and development of the school at Tuskegee than those of these two men.

I have always felt that Mr. Adams, in a large degree, derived his unusual power of mind from the training given his hands in the process of mastering well three trades during the days of slavery. If one goes to-day into any Southern town, and asks for the leading and most reliable coloured man in the community, I believe that in five cases out of ten he will be directed to a Negro who learned a trade during the days of slavery.

On the morning that the school opened, thirty students reported for admission. I was the only teacher. The students were about equally divided between the sexes. Most of them lived in Macon County, the county in which Tuskegee is situated, and of which it is the county-seat. A great many more students wanted to enter the school, but it had been decided to receive only those who were above fifteen years of age, and who had previously received some education. The greater part of the thirty were public-school teachers, and some of them were nearly forty years of age. With the teachers came some of their former pupils, and when they were examined it was amusing to note that in several cases the pupil entered a higher class than did his former teacher. It was also interesting to note how many big books some of them had studied, and how many high-sounding subjects some of them claimed to have mastered. The bigger the book and the longer the name of the subject, the prouder they felt of their accomplishment. Some had studied Latin, and one or two Greek. This they thought entitled them to special distinction.

In fact, one of the saddest things I saw during the month of travel which I have described was a young man, who had attended some high school, sitting down in a one-room cabin, with grease on his clothing, filth all around him, and weeds in the yard and garden, engaged in studying a French grammar.

The students who came first seemed to be fond of memorizing long and complicated "rules" in grammar and mathematics, but had little thought or knowledge of applying these rules to their everyday affairs of their life. One subject which they liked to talk about, and tell me that they had mastered, in arithmetic, was "banking and discount," but I soon found out that neither they nor almost any one in the neighbourhood in which they had lived had ever had a bank account. In registering the names of the students, I found that almost every one of them had one or more middle initials. When I asked what the "J" stood for, in the name of John J. Jones, it was explained to me that this was a part of his "entitles." Most of the students wanted to get an education because they thought it would enable them to earn more money as school-teachers.

Notwithstanding what I have said about them in these respects, I have never seen a more earnest and willing company of young men and women than these students were. They were all willing to learn the right thing as soon as it was shown them what was right. I was determined to start them off on a solid and thorough foundation, so far as their books were concerned. I soon learned that most of them had the merest smattering of the high-sounding things that they had studied. While they could locate the Desert of Sahara or the capital of China on an artificial globe, I found out that the girls could not locate the proper places for the knives and forks on an actual dinner-table, or the places on which the bread and meat should be set.

I had to summon a good deal of courage to take a student who had been studying cube root and "banking and discount," and explain to him that the wisest thing for him to do first was thoroughly master the multiplication table.

The number of pupils increased each week, until by the end of the first month there were nearly fifty. Many of them, however, said that, as they could remain only for two or three months, they wanted to enter a high class and get a diploma the first year if possible.

At the end of the first six weeks a new and rare face entered the school as a co-teacher. This was Miss Olivia A. Davidson, who later became my wife. Miss Davidson was born in Ohio, and received her preparatory education in the public schools of that state. When little more than a girl, she heard of the need of teachers in the South. She went to the state of Mississippi and began teaching there. Later she taught in the city of Memphis. While teaching in Mississippi, one of her pupils became ill with smallpox. Every one in the community was so frightened that no one would nurse the boy. Miss Davidson closed her school and remained by the bedside of the boy night and day until he recovered. While she was at her Ohio home on her vacation, the worst epidemic of yellow fever broke out in Memphis, Tenn., that perhaps has ever occurred in the South. When she heard of this, she at once telegraphed the Mayor of Memphis, offering her services as a yellow-fever nurse, although she had never had the disease.

Miss Davidon's experience in the South showed her that the people needed something more than mere book-learning. She heard of the Hampton system of education, and decided that this was what she wanted in order to prepare herself for better work in the South. The attention of Mrs. Mary Hemenway, of Boston, was attracted to her rare ability. Through Mrs. Hemenway's kindness and generosity, Miss Davidson, after graduating at Hampton, received an opportunity to complete a two years' course of training at the Massachusetts State Normal School at Framingham.

Before she went to Framingham, some one suggested to Miss Davidson that, since she was so very light in colour, she might find it more comfortable not to be known as a coloured women in this school in Massachusetts. She at once replied that under no circumstances and for no considerations would she consent to deceive any one in regard to her racial identity.

Soon after her graduation from the Framingham institution, Miss Davidson came to Tuskegee, bringing into the school many valuable and fresh ideas as to the best methods of teaching, as well as a rare moral character and a life of unselfishness that I think has seldom been equalled. No single individual did more toward laying the foundations of the Tuskegee Institute so as to insure the successful work that has been done there than Olivia A. Davidson.

Miss Davidson and I began consulting as to the future of the school from the first. The students were making progress in learning books and in developing their minds; but it became apparent at once that, if we were to make any permanent impression upon those who had come to us for training we must do something besides teach them mere books. The students had come from homes where they had had no opportunities for lessons which would teach them how to care for their bodies. With few exceptions, the homes in Tuskegee in which the students boarded were but little improvement upon those from which they had come. We wanted to teach the students how to bathe; how to care for their teeth and clothing. We wanted to teach them what to eat, and how to eat it properly, and how to care for their rooms. Aside from this, we wanted to give them such a practical knowledge of some one industry, together with the spirit of industry, thrift, and economy, that they would be sure of knowing how to make a living after they had left us. We wanted to teach them to study actual things instead of mere books alone.

We found that the most of our students came from the country districts, where agriculture in some form or other was the main dependence of the people. We learned that about eighty-five per cent of the coloured people in the Gulf states depended upon agriculture for their living. Since this was true, we wanted to be careful not to educate our students out of sympathy with agricultural life, so that they would be attracted from the country to the cities, and yield to the temptation of trying to live by their wits. We wanted to give them such an education as would fit a large proportion of them to be teachers, and at the same time cause them to return to the plantation districts and show the people there how to put new energy and new ideas into farming, as well as into the intellectual and moral and religious life of the people.

All these ideas and needs crowded themselves upon us with a seriousness that seemed well-nigh overwhelming. What were we to do? We had only the little old shanty and the abandoned church which the good coloured people of the town of Tuskegee had kindly loaned us for the accommodation of the classes. The number of students was increasing daily. The more we saw of them, and the more we travelled through the country districts, the more we saw that our efforts were reaching, to only a partial degree, the actual needs of the people whom we wanted to lift up through the medium of the students whom we should educate and send out as leaders.

The more we talked with the students, who were then coming to us from several parts of the state, the more we found that the chief ambition among a large proportion of them was to get an education so that they would not have to work any longer with their hands.

This is illustrated by a story told of a coloured man in Alabama, who, one hot day in July, while he was at work in a cotton-field, suddenly stopped, and, looking toward the skies, said: "O Lawd, de cotton am so grassy, de work am so hard, and the sun am so hot dat I b'lieve dis darky am called to preach!"

About three months after the opening of the school, and at the time when we were in the greatest anxiety about our work, there came into market for sale an old and abandoned plantation which was situated about a mile from the town of Tuskegee. The mansion house—or "big house," as it would have been called—which had been occupied by the owners during slavery, had been burned. After making a careful examination of the place, it seemed to be just the location that we wanted in order to make our work effective and permanent.

But how were we to get it? The price asked for it was very little—only five hundred dollars—but we had no money, and we were strangers in the town and had no credit. The owner of the land agreed to let us occupy the place if we could make a payment of two hundred and fifty dollars down, with the understanding that the remaining two hundred and fifty dollars must be paid within a year. Although five hundred dollars was cheap for the land, it was a large sum when one did not have any part of it.

In the midst of the difficulty I summoned a great deal of courage and wrote to my friend General J.F.B. Marshall, the Treasurer of the Hampton Institute, putting the situation before him and beseeching him to lend me the two hundred and fifty dollars on my own personal responsibility. Within a few days a reply came to the effect that he had no authority to lend me the money belonging to the Hampton Institute, but that he would gladly lend me the amount needed from his own personal funds.

I confess that the securing of this money in this way was a great surprise to me, as well as a source of gratification. Up to that time I never had had in my possession so much money as one hundred dollars at a time, and the loan which I had asked General Marshall for seemed a tremendously large sum to me. The fact of my being responsible for the repaying of such a large amount of money weighed very heavily upon me.

I lost no time in getting ready to move the school on to the new farm. At the time we occupied the place there were standing upon it a cabin, formerly used as a dining room, an old kitchen, a stable, and an old hen-house. Within a few weeks we had all of these structures in use. The stable was repaired and used as a recitation-room, and very presently the hen-house was utilized for the same purpose.

I recall that one morning, when I told an old coloured man who lived near, and who sometimes helped me, that our school had grown so large that it would be necessary for us to use the hen-house for school purposes, and that I wanted him to help me give it a thorough cleaning out the next day, he replied, in the most earnest manner: "What you mean, boss? You sholy ain't gwine clean out de hen-house in de day-time?"

Nearly all the work of getting the new location ready for school purposes was done by the students after school was over in the afternoon. As soon as we got the cabins in condition to be used, I determined to clear up some land so that we could plant a crop. When I explained my plan to the young men, I noticed that they did not seem to take to it very kindly. It was hard for them to see the connection between clearing land and an education. Besides, many of them had been school-teachers, and they questioned whether or not clearing land would be in keeping with their dignity. In order to relieve them from any embarrassment, each afternoon after school I took my axe and led the way to the woods. When they saw that I was not afraid or ashamed to work, they began to assist with more enthusiasm. We kept at the work each afternoon, until we had cleared about twenty acres and had planted a crop.

In the meantime Miss Davidson was devising plans to repay the loan. Her first effort was made by holding festivals, or "suppers." She made a personal canvass among the white and coloured families in the town of Tuskegee, and got them to agree to give something, like a cake, a chicken, bread, or pies, that could be sold at the festival. Of course the coloured people were glad to give anything that they could spare, but I want to add that Miss Davidson did not apply to a single white family, so far as I now remember, that failed to donate something; and in many ways the white families showed their interest in the school.

Several of these festivals were held, and quite a little sum of money was raised. A canvass was also made among the people of both races for direct gifts of money, and most of those applied to gave small sums. It was often pathetic to note the gifts of the older coloured people, most of whom had spent their best days in slavery. Sometimes they would give five cents, sometimes twenty-five cents. Sometimes the contribution was a quilt, or a quantity of sugarcane. I recall one old coloured women who was about seventy years of age, who came to see me when we were raising money to pay for the farm. She hobbled into the room where I was, leaning on a cane. She was clad in rags; but they were clean. She said: "Mr. Washin'ton, God knows I spent de bes' days of my life in slavery. God knows I's ignorant an' poor; but," she added, "I knows what you an' Miss Davidson is tryin' to do. I knows you is tryin' to make better men an' better women for de coloured race. I ain't got no money, but I wants you to take dese six eggs, what I's been savin' up, an' I wants you to put dese six eggs into the eddication of dese boys an' gals."

Since the work at Tuskegee started, it has been my privilege to receive many gifts for the benefit of the institution, but never any, I think, that touched me so deeply as this one.

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Fanfic ask game: B, F, G, H, K, L, O, P, S, T, W

Answers under the cut, it got long~

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Always any fic that has a writer in it is inspired by personal experiences. A lot of kid fics I write also tend to have scenes inspired by things that happened in my childhood (which really just goes to show how neurodivergent and undiagnosed I was)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

He’s late?”

“You’d think prison would’ve fixed his punctuality,” Gaon snorts.

“How’d that work for you?” Hwang Junseok, leader of Alt-R’s former brother group MAX, sinks down into a seat opposite Gaon. His feet nudge against Gaon’s and Junseok gives him a wry grin.

“Can’t say it fixed any punctuality problems, but I get laid now.” Gaon shrugs and pretends he doesn’t catch Junseok’s jaw slackening.

“So it’s true? You and Judge Kang?” Junseok asks. Woojin sighs, a little louder, and scrubs his hand over his face. “Shut up, Woojin-ah, no one gossips with me anymore.”

“Should’ve admitted you stole that shit ‘stead of me. Maybe you’d have a boyfriend then,” Gaon adds on, a grin threatening to break the barrier of nerves digging its heels into his stomach.

“Though I’d hate to have to be the one to tell Eunbi you cheated on her with Kang Yohan of all people,” Junseok says.

“I think she’d get it. She was raving, last time she was backstage with us.” Woojin hits him, and even as Gaon rubs his chest, pouting, a softness warms his heart at the slight roll of Woojin’s eyes but the smile tugging at the corners of his lips regardless.

It had taken time, but they’d gotten there. Many late nights spent in a practice room, talking to each other had finally solved the rift between them, with Woojin’s guilt eating away at him and Gaon’s own uncertainty as to where they stood.

“Leave Eunbi out of this, you bastards,” Woojin says, shaking his head. “Ah, someone text him and tell him if he’s not here in ten minutes, I’m leaving.”

“Seven years and you still haven’t learned any patience, little brother?” The door slides open and the three of them at the table stumble to their feet.

I've been told I'm very good at introducing a number of characters and keeping voices distinct, and I think this is probably the best example of that in a fic that I've written in a while.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Usually start to finish, but sometimes that does mean out of order (since my stories aren't always told chronologically)

H: How would you describe your style?

I think when I put in the effort, I have something closer to a poetic voice than anything else. I just... don't put in the effort a lot of the time.

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

TDJ - Yohan trades his life for Isaac's in the fire only to learn he had pulled Isaac from Heaven while he himself is trapped in purgatory for eternity.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

It depends on how much effort I'm putting in. Usually I'll do at least one pass for an edit/revision, but if I'm really putting in the effort, I fully rewrite it at least twice.

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

A concept or theme, then tying the characters to the theme or concept, and then finally building the plot from there.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the storu unfold as you go?)

I'm more of a letting it unfold as I go type of person, but it does pain me a little bit when that means I have to rewrite later because there are gaping plot holes or I didn't seed some plot points as early as I wanted to.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Anything angsty, I love a good redemption arc, love a good villain era

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

Hanahaki, I can't stand anything that requires sex to happen in order to fulfill the trope in its entirety

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Anything and everything is so fun to me~! Things almost always start with a "what if X-" and then it devolves into a full plot from there (ex. I think I messaged Noel with a 'what if Yohan was in politics and Gaon worked for him but didn't have a set title' and it devolved into a full blown politics au that we messaged about for nearly a week).

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—𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: half-dragon emperor!zhongli x afab!reader

w/c: 2.9k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: there is no pronouns for reader but they are afab, reader is a concubine, emperor au, slight angst, some guizhong x zhongli, monster-fucking, zhongli has some patches os scales, horns and fangs, tongue fucking, zhongli’s tongue grows, cunniligus, breeding, dick bulge, zhongli has a unique dick, marking, mention of blood, size kink, full nelson, overstimulation, dacryphila, implied size kink, reader passes out, unedited

summary: after being gifted with immortality after being exchanged to becoming one of the emperor’s concubines, you noticed he is acting very strange this springtime.

a/n: this is my first submission for my monsterfucker may collab! I hope you guys enjoy it

The empire known as Liyue was an extremely prosperous nation, holding many luxuries as trade seemingly thrived. The emperor, Zhongli, was always celebrated, triumphing and gaining more land, more gold and more commodities for his people.

He was ethereal, untouchable to so many people. People couldn’t believe he was human, but only a few people on the other side of the large pearly gates of his palace knew otherwise. Regardless of his humanistic face and body, a dragon lay underneath it—strong, powerful, and unforgiving.

“Pardon, the emperor, has requested to see you. He’s currently in his chambers,” a servant murmured towards you. His esteemed secretary, Ganyu, gave you a small smile. She was always timid and reserved, doing her tasks to perfection regardless of whatever ridiculous request other concubines would ask of her. As a sigh escaped your lips, you nodded your head getting up from your place at your desk.

Although the emperor has thrived for years, the blood staining his hand had known heartbreak and hurt. The emperor once had a wife—the beautiful, kind, collected Guizhong. She did her best to let the culture of Liyue thrive as Zhongli focused on his countless battles. Art, calligraphy, music, dance—Liyue owed a lot to her.

The sweet white-haired empress fell ill though, a disease unknown and incurable despite the many doctors Zhongli commissioned from around the world. It was said, he refused to be there when she took her last break, soft ruby eyes of her going dull.

In order to get worried nobles and artisans off of his back, Zhongli soon created the concubine system. Beautiful women from the various regions of Liyue soon flocked and decorated the once barren palace. Still, Zhongli did not indulge them—hiding away in his studies. It had been a millennium since her passing, and yet he closed the world and his heart off.

You were sure why you were chosen as a concubine either. You were from Liyue, only a traveler that was down on their luck. As you were on the ground, trying to recover some strength from walking hours—golden laid down on you. His expression was unreadable, his hand reaching out towards you.

And you took it without a second thought, not once fearing the monster in a human disguise.

Instead of rags, lay fine silk covering your form. Instead of dirt, jewels decorated your body. Instead of mortality, you were blessed to be immortal. You even had specialized servants there to listen to your every need.

And like the others, he did not touch you once in all these years.

“Thank you for letting me know Ganyu, I’ll be on my way,” you replied. As you left your abode, the halls of the palace seemed more deserted than usual. It always seemed to have someone hanging out there, drinking wine, chatting, etc.—yet none of that could be seen. Your stomach churned as you headed towards the east wing of the estate.

Something just didn’t seem right.

Your face felt warm when you finally discovered where he was in his chambers. The emperor was in a bath. His eyes were closed, long hair drifting down the milky water like a stream. Flowers floated among it as the smell of glaze lilies drifted heavily in the air.

“...Please join me in the other tub. The servants have already added milk, honey, and flowers. I hope it is to your liking,” his deep voice reverberated. Your eyes drifted down momentarily, your heart throbbing in your chest. Zhongli had not touched you once, and now he wished to see you bare in a tub next to his.

The contract you signed in mystic golden ink flashed in your head.

You chose this title. You accepted being his concubine for his luxuries and royalties. He must finally want his share of his agreement.

You slowly took off the sash of your hanfu, letting the various expensive fabrics fall on the tile floor. A shiver took over your body as it tried to adjust to the sudden temperature. You swiftly headed towards the bath, sinking into the sweet water with a loud plop. Water sloshed around before it finally calmed and adjusted to your sudden change.

The water was warm, as it tried to tempt your body to relax. You couldn’t though, not when the emperor was in the tub next to you—eyes still closed.

“You wanted me, my lord,” you murmured. He let out a deep sigh, nose slightly whistling before finally letting his eyes open. Those pupils of his always pierced your own—golden like the sun shaped as if it were a citrine gemstone on top of honey-hued irises.

Your eyes narrowed gazing at a patch seemingly glowing from the light of the window. A patch of golden scales lay on his cheek. Was he beginning to shed his human disguise? You have not once seen the scale on his skin before. Even though you knew of his status, he never showed any of those traits openly like this.

“Zhongli, are you alright? I apologize if I’m speaking out of term, but you don’t seem to be acting like yourself,” your murmured. You caved in to the water hearing him chuckle, almost amused at your statement.

“Do you think so, I think I’m actually beginning to act like myself, my dear,” he replied. My dear? That was new too…

Zhongli rose from the tub, letting his nude form be free to your gaze. As much as you were tempted to turn away, your eyes lay focused on his cock. He was big and so thick. He was fully erect as well. Patches of various scales were scattered at different parts of his body too.

“M-Zhongli!” you stammered out, getting up from the tub as well. Zhongli could only smile, gaze darkening in lust and desire at your form. He slowly got closer to you, large hands holding your side on the base of the bathtub. You could feel sharp nails poking where he felt you, as he leaned in closer—lips whispers away from yours. Your lips quivered at the anticipation, feeling his soft lips hover on top of yours.

“Are you still alright with this, I didn’t clear you from your busy schedule did I,” he murmured. You nodded your head

“N-No…but, I don’t mind. This is what I agreed to when you saved me that day Zhongli,” you whispered back. Zhongli only grunted, capturing your lips finally. As your eyes fluttered closed, you noticed how rough he was, almost taking your breath away in the process. His lips parted, letting his tongue come and savor you. His hands had begun trailing up and down your curves as well, as if memorizing the way your skin felt underneath his touch.

You felt something slightly painful beginning to poke at your bottom lip. The familiar taste of iron hit your tongue. Zhongli leaned out, letting you get a glimpse of the long canines protruding from his teeth. Your eyes widened, noticing the horns that also materialized on the sides of his head.

His human disguise was really beginning to dissipate.

His lips only curled into a smirk, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before littering them slowly and slowly to your form—your neck, your shoulder, your breasts, your naval, your thigh—letting that sweet taste of honey and milk stain those petal-like lips of his.

He moved your legs wider, getting a better look at your entrance. Your body shivered, feeling his lips connect with your clit, the familiar sensation of pleasure was beginning to burn inside of you. His tongue prodded out, beginning to swipe his tongue along the bundle of nerves, groaning as he could feel your juices beginning to leak out and coat your folds.

“Mmm. I don’t know whether this is from the bath but you taste so sweet my dear,” he murmured out as a moan coaxed out of you as your hands darted up to reach his horns, tightly gripping them to stay steady. His eyes flickered up to you momentarily in surprise only to close once more to properly savor his meal.

Zhongli sucked hard on your clit, lifting it up with the amount of fervor he had, watching it jump back into place once he finally let it go. His tongue maneuvered around the bud too, only drifting away at times to go back and flicker along the actual nub.

His fingers traveled to both of your folds, stretching you out wider for him to continue his abuse on your clit. His tongue slowly drifted down to your puckering hole, pushing it inside as his fingers replaced where his lips once were.

“H-How is this possible. F-Fuck!,” you moaned out. Your eyes blew wide, squirming under his grasp as you felt his tongue reach deeper and deeper inside of you. Your walls fluttered, clamping down at his inhumanely long tongue hitting the deepest parts of you. Your body shook as the pleasure began getting overwhelming for you. With slow, meticulous circles rubbing along your throbbing clit and his tongue somehow curving up and hitting that other sensitive part inside of you.

Your legs caved in his heavy, pushing his face deeper in your crotch with your grip still on his horns. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, as his factions began going faster and faster. His tongue drilled in and out of you, fingers rapidly rubbing your clit. He was slurping loudly, your essence dripping down on the tile.

“M’gonna. M’gonna. Zhongli!!!” you screamed out, back-arching as you finally reached your peak. With your tear-pricked eyes rolled back, your body convulsed trying to recover from the immense orgasm that just rocked you.

When Zhongli finally raised his head away from your hole, your half-lidded eyes noticed his tongue was normal, swiping your slick coating his fingers. His cheeks held a rosy hue, almost as if he was shy all of a sudden. As you let your back fall backward, Zhongli quickly held an arm out, cradling you in them.

“Are you alright?” he murmured out. A flash of confusion hit your expression. You wondered why he was being so attentive and caring, for someone who seduced you not even 10 minutes ago.

“Y-Yeah…” you croaked out. Zhongli sighed once more, eyes drifting down to the floor. His gaze hardened, grip on you getting tighter.

“...I want to apologize. I lost my composure and ended up dragging you into this. I did not wish for you, or anyone to see this side of myself,” Zhongli murmured. You didn’t respond, only drifting your hands up and pressing it on the patch of scales on his cheek. His eyes momentarily widened but softened as he leaned against your touch.

“Spring is a beautiful season for almost everyone. The bitterness of the cold is gone, there is a new harvest and treats to eat, even the glaze lilies I adore so much bloom beautifully at this time,” Zhongli hummed with a slight smile. His lips soon after curved down, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and sadness.

“But it’s a reminder that as much as I’d like to be human, I’m not. Humans don’t go through ruts. Humans don’t lose themselves in lust. Humans don’t have an unbeatable desire as I do,” he sighed.

“Most years I have managed to close myself off and deal with my…issues alone, but I noticed you outside walking around the garden in the window and I completely lost control. I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart for putting you through that. Let’s get you up and hydrated. I’m sure Ganyu is already worried and will gladly take care of you—”

“But who's going to take care of you, my lord?” you whispered. Zhongli flattened his lips, not answering your question. The patch of scales under your touch was jarring, they were rough and juxtaposed against the rest of his soft smooth skin.

“...I don’t mind assisting. I agreed to take care of your needs when I signed that contract years ago Zhongli. Let me do this for you for everything you’ve done for me…” you murmur back to him. Zhongli gulped, fighting a subconscious battle with himself, before pressing a kiss on your thigh.

“You know I won’t be this calm and gentle when I lose myself again. This is a temporary moment of tranquility…” he replied back. You chuckled, lifting your lips to his forehead.

“I figured as much…”

His lips captured your once more, as you laid in his bed. His hips were grinding into your core, you could feel just how hard he was rubbing it along your glistening folds. As he lifted his head from your bruised lips, you noticed his eyes had changed—diamonds becoming slits.

Even his dick had transformed as well, looking more monstrous than before. It now had a gradient, his pale skin turning into an obsidian hue. The symbol of Liyue, of his element, of geo glowed. Even his muscular arms favored that obsidian color, with golden geometric lines decorating the sides of it. Translucent precum formed at the black head, ridges now decorated the base of his cock.

“I’m going to breed you…fill you up again and again. Remember, you’re the one that decided to stay and deal with this side of me,” he growled lowly in your ear. He leaned in close to you, hands clasping tightly at your hips.

The head of his cock pressed into your entrance back and forth trying to find a way for it to fit in. Your body jolted as he slowly entered inside of you. You sucked a breath in, feeling him stretch you out wider and wider as he slipped in deeper. Tears pricked your eyes once more, you weren’t a virgin but he was too big for you not to experience some kind of pain and discomfort.

Sensing the pain, Zhongli growled once more letting his fingers swirl against your clit once more trying to distract you from the pain. A moan escaped your lips as he eventually bottomed out, tip hitting against your cervix. You never felt so full in your life, your hand pressing against the new bulge on your stomach.

Not even giving you time to get used to him, Zhongli began thrusting hard inside of you. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the silk. The bed squeaked and moaned, wood hitting against the wall with the rapid pace he had set.

His lips connected with your neck, sucking and nibbling the skin. His fangs had returned once more, poking you every so often. Your gummy walls squeezed tight feeling the ridges of his cock rub against that mouth-watering spot inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist in a futile attempt for him to get even deeper.

“M’M-Zhongli,” you moaned. Your body quivered once more, reaching an orgasm. His jaw clenched firmly, heavy balls slapping against your ass. A low groan came from him as his warm, thick cum spurted inside of you. A ring of white decorated his cock as he continued fucking the cum deep within you.

“More. More. I need more…” Zhongli groaned. Your tired eyes widened as you were flipped over. He now laid under you, his forearms lifted up your legs lifting up your rapidly pounding into you. Your walls only squeezed tighter, as his previous cum began slipping out and falling on his sheets.

Your hand pressed against his own that was rubbing his clit before you found yourself reaching another high. Tears were cascading down your cheeks as how overwhelmed and overstimulated you were. Your clit burned, still being rapidly rubbed against as a wave of pure exhaustion hit your body. You were becoming so tight that he could barely thrust inside of you. Zhongli growled, letting himself cum inside you once more.

Things began drifting after Zhongli came again. You were repeatedly flipped, handled, and fondled in different positions—with him cumming inside of you again and again. You started losing count of just how many times he had done it.

Gold that once enveloped the room turned to navy as you finally got a barring of your surroundings again. Lips were pressing against the various marks and bruises that now adorned your body and your lower half burned in dull pain. As you tried to move, you whined as the dull pain became much sharper.

“Shhh…easy there. Let me just clean up the rest of this on your legs and I’ll get you some water alright?” Zhongli murmured. That sweet smile was on his lips again, as a damp rag wiped off the leftover cum staining your body.

“Z-Zhongli?” you whispered out in confusion. Zhongli only chuckled, reaching over to a glass of water and placing it on your slightly chapped lips. You slowly drank the water, letting the cool liquid lubricate your once dry throat.

“I told you when I’m like that I lose all sense of myself. Still…thank you for sticking by me. No one has done that for me before,” Zhongli murmured, pressing his lips against your forehead. You leaned your head against his, eyes feeling heavy once more. Zhongli’s hand placed itself on your lower stomach with a small smile.

“...I think it may be time this nation sees a new Empress anyway. How do you feel about that?” Zhongli murmured. You whined, closing your eyes again as exhaustion took over you. Zhongli could only chuckle, noting to get you properly fed and checked out once you wake up from his arms. He could only play with the strains of your hair, bringing it up to his lips.

“...Because I think that’s a splendid idea…”

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