#dislyte fanfiction

[1-800-daylon]

Who's calling at this hour

#falken #dislyte #dislyte fanart #dislyte fanfiction

[mini-ism]

MENTOR. — li ling. afab!esper!reader/li ling. smut.

warnings; unprotected sex, creampie, minimal degradation. not proofread!!

synopsis; as li ling's mentor, you've always found him somewhat obnoxious, even if he was pretty attractive. ever since he's started teasing you, especially during your missions, he might just consider to taking it to the next level.

tags; @svgarslut <3

• “although he was too stubborn to admit it, having... a mentor in his life meant a lot to him.”

li ling's little mentor, you were. that's what everyone knew you as, and not by your name. mentoring li came with a lot of responsibilities. li ling was no less of an arrogant moron, prioritizing everything he shouldn't be, cocking his head and flashing smiles to ladies, more or less worried about inflating his ego.

you took care of making the boy stronger, or much less of a fool; training with him and informing the esper union about his progress.

however, not even you could ignore his abs and his chest, and his stupid, conceited smirk. li's arms would nearly flex whenever he folded them. he crossed his arms a lot, especially when he schemed or thought of something.

his favorite cutie-pie esper couldn't ignore his charm and good looks, he considered it flattering. he liked it, and as time went by, he grew more aroused by it, too. soon enough, you would find li pushing you into corners and backing you up into walls behind you to tease you. li would give you a look for a couple of seconds, watch you get flustered, pull away, and then smirk.

it was agitating- how much he messed with you. li loved it though, seeing you get all nervous over something so little, the way you would react made him feel a new kind of way. the cliché "butterflies-in-my-stomach" way. maybe even a little bit "deeper" than that.

this feeling- it spread to his face, and it brewed in his chest. a big warm heat that made him all nervous behind his handsome persona, li's heart racing. his palms would get a little sweaty, and his cheeks were redder than normal. the warmth, it went down into his pants. it made him want you. it made instinct go wild.

especially right now.

you glared at him. you thought you looked fierce, but to him, it's adorable. you're just about as intimidating as a cute, little puppy. fuck, does it make him want to lose control. he watched you move your arms, and you cupped his face, li still caging you in. the boy watched you take a deep breath and exhale, barely processing the kiss that you had just planted on his lips.

fuck- so soft. too soft. he's gotta keep you here. that feeling again, it buzzes in the back of his mind, and his hands get all sweaty again. he can feel it in his pants, like, a lot right now. no, no, don't let go of him!

his sculpted arms move from the wall, pulling you close to him, both arms wrapped around your waist. he pressed his lips onto yours harshly. the boy barely has any kissing experience, and his tongue is prodding at your mouth for an entrance.

you let your hands gently move from his face to his neck, which you held. you could hear li softly groan as you let his tongue in, his lips taking friction from yours. his mouth on yours was an intoxicating feeling, his skin was tough as leather and covered in scars, but he was awfully gentle with you, only pulling away for more oxygen, making-out with you for lord knows how long.

he began feeling you up from the backside, heat flaring on his cheeks, and his pants felt a little tighter than usual; maybe even hotter. he groped your ass, pulling away from your lips and lustfully looking at you before he attached himself to your neck, working hickies onto it. you could feel his rough, calloused hands make their way to the bare skin of your ass, palming it gently.

“you feel very pretty here. i wonder where else i can touch.” li whispered, his breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. warmth pooled in your gut as he felt you. his hands slid up to your hips every once in a while to grip them. “mostly ‘cause i wanna make those pretty spots of yours all mine to see.”

his hips thrust forward, lifting one of your legs up onto his waist as he ground his hips into yours. li could feel you bury your face into his neck, nibbling a little and kissing where you teased the skin. li tore at your pants, pulling them down slowly, grinding his hips into yours with a rhythm.

“don't you worry now, babe, it's gonna be all good, you hear?” the rasp of his voice made you whine. li sighed with content, nudging at your undergarments. “i'm gonna make you feel so good.”

he dropped your soaked underwear down to the ground with your pants, the cold air tingling your warm skin. li did not hesitate to pull his cock free from his pants either, the pink baggy pants sagging around his waist. you could feel his tip slap your clit, dragging itself along your folds to collect your wetness. he kissed you every so often, barely able to collect his thoughts as he pressed himself towards your slit.

“hold your breath for me, you got it?” he hummed, watching you greedily take a breath of air and flinch as he put a hand on your hip, pushing himself into your warm cunt.

“oh, fuck.” the boy's hips snapped suddenly, and very harshly, stealing the air from your lungs. li covered your mouth as you let out a cry, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth.

he was just so warm, and his gaze was fixated on you. your pretty little pussy felt so good, the heat in his gut made him nearly nauseous. you watched gingerly, li ling's hips dragging out slowly, and spasming back into you, he covered your mouth every time you yelped. “i'm gonna fuck you good, but- shh, shh, shht! -you'll have to be quiet!”

you nodded blearily, tears forming in your eyes as his cock went deeper, his hips pressed all the way against yours. “god, your cunt wants me bad. do you think about me like this? i bet you do, you- you slut.”

you sobbed and nodded, he had no doubt about it that you thought of him lewdly. ling watched your cunt take the "beating" his cock was giving to you, your pussy gushing and squeezing him- it drove him crazy.

your mind blurred, and so did your vision. you could only focus on li, and how thick his cock felt inside of you. your lip was bitten raw, and it started to bleed. li would lean down to kiss you, taking you by surprise whenever he pulled you even closer to him, his thrusts feeling even harder.

both of you were close to climax, sweaty and high. his cheeks were flushed, and his brow was adorned with a glossy sheen of sweat. he started moving and breathing faster, the way he fucked you growing more inconsiderate and brutal. you could feel your mind going out, losing track of time while he goes at it.

“fuck, fuck- you're gonna milk my cock dry. mnmh... oh, lord, yes!” he panted in-between breaths. his pink trousers started to fall down his legs slowly, li's mouth running dry as his brows furrowed. his nails dug into your skin, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying out his name.

his groans were heavy and arousing, and your pussy squeezed his cock one last time before he came inside of you. you could feel yourself gushing again, li pulling his dick out and resting it on your folds.

“i told you i was gonna fuck you good, how's that?” he barked, “did you believe me, baby?”

“uh-huh.” li let your leg down, pulling his pants back up again and eyeing you.

“so are we going to finish this mission, or nah?” he asked. wait- that was valuable mission time wasted. fuck.

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[buhtercups]

One Fateful Night On February 12th

Ollie's mom, Nadine Ramses (OC), wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes her water has broken two days early.

(Nadine is an OC and not canon as of the date of this fan-fiction; Physical descriptions of Lateef Ramses are not canon either)

Part of an ongoing series in honor of Mother's Day in the UK (March)

Content warning: Depictions of childbirth/ emergency surgery / infertility struggles, etc.

"Lateef! Lateef! Wake up!"

Lateef woke up with a start, running his hand through his dark grey curly hair. His hair was once dark and rich, but age was catching up to him.

"Heavens...what is is Nadine? What is it?"

"My water broke!"

"Wait, what? Isn't it early?"

"Our baby is coming! Lateef we have to hurry!"

She groans in pain as her contractions start up stronger than ever. She has woken up from the pain and felt soaked down below. At first, she thought it may have been an accident. She soon realized the truth.

She ran her hands through her short silver hair, clinging onto the strands she could grab. Her green eyes were filling with tears and her cheeks flushed with red from being overwhelmed. She began to wonder if it was worth wanting to get pregnant for all of these years. She was 39 and she was not prepared for this like she thought she would be.

Lateef was calmly, but frantically, summoning for all staff to prepare for them to leave for the hospital.

Drew came rushing to his side.

"Master Ramses, do not fret. I will ensure everything is handled. Our greatest priority will be preparing transportation for Mistress Nadine."

"Thank you Drew so much," Nadine said, smiling.

"You're most welcome."

Lateef approached his wife, who was panting and trying to breathe through her pain. She groaned in pain.

"The doctors said this would be a difficult labor because of your advanced age. They seem to be right."

"Lateef, be silent!"

He chuckled, always amused when his wife got angry.

"Yes, my love. I do apologize."

"You're not sorry in the slightest!"

"Oh, but I am. I was just trying to make conversation, that's all."

She groans again and he rubs her back, trying to offer some consultation.

"Master Ramses," Drew said, peeking back into the room, "Is there anything else you need from me?"

Little Laura, their adopted daughter, also peeked around the corner. She looked worried.

"Watch after Laura for us while we're gone," Lateef responded, "When the baby arrives, I will summon for you to bring her to us."

Nadine cried out again, a combination of a moan and a desperate cry.

"Mom! Are you okay?" Laura asked, worried.

"I'll be okay sweet girl," she comforted Laura, putting on a brave face, "Mom's just in labor. This will pass and soon your baby sibling will be here."

"Can I come with you to the hospital?" she asked.

"No, sweet girl," Lateef said, approaching her, rubbing the top of her head, "You shall stay here in the House of Ramses until we return."

"Come, Laura," Drew said, "Let me bring you back to your chambers."

"But I wanna go with Mom!"

"Now, Miss Laura," Drew said, "Both your mother and father have told you must remain here at home. Do as they say."

Nadine cried out. The labor pains were getting harder and faster.

Lateef looked worried. Were they going to make it to the hospital in time? Ignoring his fear, he picked up Nadine into his arms and carried her towards the transportation vehicle, and massive security, waiting for them. He could hear Laura calling for both of them and crying. He made a mental note to make it up to her at a later time...

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"It's a good thing you two got here when you did. We need to bring you into emergency surgery, now."

Both Lateef and Nadine were not expecting that. They had just arrived into the delivery room, the mother-to-be was monitored for signs of preeclampsia, and now this.

"What's wrong? Is our baby alright?" Nadine frantically asked.

"Everything will be fine, Mrs. Ramses. We will need to bring you into surgery quickly."

As the doctor began to prepare to move Mrs. Ramses, to the operating room, Mr. Ramses stood in front of him.

"What is going on, exactly?" Lateef said, firmly, and with a tone of great command.

"Well," the doctor continued, choosing his words carefully, "We suspect the umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby. Because their heart rate is dropping fast—"

"Lateef! We must hurry! This baby must not die!"

The doctor nodded, finishing up preparations to move the bed to the operating room.

"Rest assured, Mrs. Ramses, we will do all we can."

"No! Not my precious baby!" she sobbed.

"Nadine," he husband said, trying to remain calm for her, "It's going to be alright. Don't panic. Please."

He knew why Nadine was reacting this way. They had lost at least two or three other babies in early pregnancy. Nadine had RH negative blood which caused issues since Lateef was RH positive. This baby in her womb, fighting for their life, was one of their last chances to have a biological child. They had made sure she had all of the treatments available to them to prevent her immune system from attacking the fetus. They had come so far. This unforeseen complication turned their lives upside down.

Lateef didn't once let go of her hand and the medical staff quickly prepared for an emergency C-section.

"No matter what happens, we will face it together like we always have," he said to her.

He briefly let go of her hand to get some tissues. When he came back, he helped wipe away her tears and her snot. She laughed.

"I bet I look like such a mess right now."

"Mr. Ramses, we must have your wife lay back so we can begin the surgery," the doctor said.

"Of course..."

Shortly afterwards, the mild anesthesia was dispensed and Nadine felt like she was in a half awake, half asleep state. She was conscious of the medical curtain in front of her, covering up what was going on, and of Lateef holding her hand.

One of the longest silences of their lives ensued aside from the voice of the doctor and medical team members. She strained to hear any evidence of any developments aside from the curtain moving slightly and the maneuvering of medical tools.

Nadine desperately wanted to ask what was going on, but didn't want to interrupt anything critical as the surgery was happening. She felt herself close her eyes, growing drowsy.

"We've got him out!"

Nadine snapped her eyes awake, hearing the doctor. She had no idea how long she had fallen asleep for.

"Come little guy. Breathe for us!" she could hear the doctor say, "Come on!"

Nadine was too drowsy to try and move, but she felt Lateef squeeze her hand tighter. They could both hear the medical staff try different ways to get the baby to take their first breath.

A baby's loud cry was heard.

"Oh my God..." Nadine sobbed, relieved.

Lateef kissed the top of her head, "He made it, sweetheart. Our precious baby is here at last."

"Mr. Ramses! You'll need to come do the honors of cutting the cord!"

Nadine wished she could see what was happening as her husband left her side, but she was grateful her baby boy was alive. She couldn't wait to see him.

"Oh. He's perfect," she could hear Lateef say, "I'm relieved he doesn't take after me. He looks just like his mother."

The medical staff chuckled softly.

"Oh, my love," she whispered, her heart entirely full.

Soon, the medical staff brought over her baby on a cart. He was bundled up securely to keep him warm.

"Congratulations Mrs. Ramses. Your baby boy is here," one of the nurses said.

He was the most beautiful baby she could have ever imagined. His eyes were tightly closed as he started to fuss and cry again.

When Lateef put his hand over him, the baby slowly stopped crying.

"I can tell our son loves and trusts his father the most," she said.

"Nonsense," he said, "He will surely love you the most out of the pair of us."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," another one of the nurses said, "We need to run a few more tests for the baby. But before we start, do you two have any ideas on a name?"

"I know the perfect name," Nadine smiled, "Oliver Ramses."

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[speedane]

A Hidden Monster

Main Character: Leon (Vali) Supporting Casts: Hailey (Hephaestus), Hall (Hodur), Q (Eros) (Phanes version by @murkyike ) Very Minor Appearance/Mention: Drew (Anubis), Long Mian (Ao Bing), Bonnie (Eris)

Number of Words: 3,188

Tags: Occasional swearing, few thrilling scenes (in a horror kind of way), slight implication of (almost) pulling Leon's eye off as well as cannibalism

Summary: Leon, still dumbfounded that he wasn't able to kill off Q, decides to do a little research with Hailey. What answer lies within the pages of the books? Will he find the answer that he was looking for, or is his mind playing tricks on him?

I am so sorry if this is gonna be too much for anybody, I tried giving the most appropriate of warnings!!

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Silence fills the air, shelves left and right. The smell of old books fills the air as Leon rummages through the pile of books on the table. Hailey, who is currently climbing down the ladder behind him, glances at him with a puzzled look.

“Do you really need to learn about every single love god there is in existence?” She steps down the ladder with a stack of books in hand and paces towards the table where Leon is. “Like, seriously, you can’t just be reading ALL of these for the rest of the weekend?” 

The inventor lazily dumps all the books before sitting beside the sniper, who seem to be setting aside any book that does not interest him. He seems to only scan the contents of each book, as if looking for a needle in a haystack. “Not all of them,” Leon replied. “I’m only searching for one.”

“Oh~?” Hailey places a leg on top of another, while leaning her torso towards the table with an arm resting on one of the smaller book stacks. “Do tell me Mr. Stoneface, which one of these could possibly fancy that eye of yours?” She asks with a rather sarcastic tone in her words. 

With her free hand, Hailey picks up a random book with a rather interesting cover. “Eros and Psyche…” She pouts, scrutinizing the imagery of a winged man with a fair lady in his arms. Judging by the art, the two people looked like lovers. It’s sweet, maybe too sweet for her liking. “Eh, sounds cheesy.”

As if by reflexes Leon’s head perks up and immediately grabs the book from the inventor’s hand. “I’ll take that.”

Her eyes widened. “Eh?? That one??” Hailey stares at Leon with disgust. “Don’t tell me you’re into those soft... mushy, sickening love stories??” Her stomach churns, feeling like throwing up. Fortunately for the dusty old books in the Decree’s archives, they won’t get soiled today. The fiery-haired woman places a hand over her mouth, no longer looking at the sniper. “The more I learn about you, the less I want to…” 

“It’s not like that,” Leon replied nonchalantly, his eyes on the person next to him. “It’s just research… for my target.”

“Your target?” She blinks. “Oh.”

“What?”

“I thought you’re looking for love stories to woo someone…” the inventor waves her hand around as she continues. “Liiiike we barely even talk and then boom! You asked me to help you with this love god research of yours!” 

The sniper only blinks.

“What I’m saying is that… isn’t this all too… convenient?” Hailey moves her hand back and forth towards the man with her palm upwards. “You? Me? Alone in this empty archive? If this was about research then an advanced notice would’ve been nice.”

Leon only sighs. “First of all, I am not trying to shoot my shot at you.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, perplexed. “Second, you were the only one here to help me.” Lowering his hand, he faces her again.

“Aw dang, where’s that big bad wolf you’re always with?”

“In the training room, amusing himself.”

“And that Hall guy?”

“Not every book on the shelves is written in Braille.” 

“Riiiiiiiight so you’re now stuck with me, I get it now.”

Haily starts shuffling through books. “So, books about Eros, huh?” Lifting a hardbound book, she squints. “He’s the target?”

“His esper,” were the only words he said.

“Huh…” The inventor chooses another book and opens the table of contents. “I think I know who you’re talking about…” Slowly, her finger slides through the titles, tapping on the very topic that grabs her attention. She starts flipping the pages. “Very popular internet guy, looks like a ball of cotton candy… got beef with him?”

The sniper only stays silent, his eyes fixated on the story book in his hand.

Hailey managed to locate the chapter that she is looking for regardless. “Thought so… oh!” Her eyes went left and right. “Eros, son of Aphrodite… Personification of Love… can forcefully bind two people into a relationship.” Squinting, she reads further. “I don’t get it, what’s so special about him? Sounds like just any other love god would do.” Soon after, she let out a big gasp. “Oh no! Don’t tell me… he made you kiss a fire hydrant!”

Ignoring the inventor’s boisterous laughter, Leon continues reading the story. Glued on the edge of his seat, locked on the words in the book. He is dead set to learn about the little flying baby that miraculously survived his bullet. When did he see his hiding spot? How did he survive? What makes him tick?

The young woman peers into the book. She sees a beautifully-illustrated picture book with words large enough for even her to read. “Huh, isn’t the Shadow Decree too old for these kinds of books?” Regardless, she bends closer. “Looks gorgeous though. So that Psyche girl was supposed to be sacrificed to a horrendous winged serpent!” 

“Read your own books,” Leon coldly responds without even looking at her.

“Fine, fine, geez…” The fiery-haired woman slumps back to her seat, grabbing another book to read. “And when I was finally getting interested in that cheesy love story too… hmph.”

The sniper flips page after page, but he is more interested in finding weaknesses of his opponent than learning the story. As minutes passed on, he finally closed the book shut. His eyelids are drooping, his back sore… and yet he did not find what he was looking for. The person at the seat next to him notices his tired look on his face.

“You were so focused on that one story book.” She smirks. “Found anything?”

“I found no weak points…” Leon yawns. “It was just… a love story…” he groggily rubs his eye, resting his bust on the table.

Hailey notices his exhaustion and shakes her head. “You know what, we’ve been doing this for hours now. The books may have bored you to sleep.” She stands up and walks towards the door. “If you need me, I’ll be getting some snacks.”

The sniper did not reply. With the inventor out of the scene, there is no stopping him from closing his eyes and entering into a deep sleep…

As his world fades to black, he feels at peace. No distractions, no responsibilities, no worries. He even almost forgot what he was doing a while ago…

“LEON!!”

Hailey’s sudden yelling woke him up unceremoniously. His head is in pain, his vision rather blurry. He could not make out from his surroundings, but he could tell that Hailey had entered the room and was in a hurry.

Walking down the hallway, the pair notices more henchmen passing through them. Leon suddenly gets a feeling of uneasiness… like something worse is happening outside his view. Walking further, he finally sees Hall standing in the middle of all this. The two of them stop to meet him.

“Leon, you got a new assignment, and they looked like they urgently needed your help out there!”

The sniper rubs his temple sighing, looking annoyed. “Figures.” Standing up, he grabs his saxophone and heads out with Hailey. 

“Hall, why are they sending more people out there,” Leon asks.

“From what I heard, there is a hostile entity steadily approaching our base…” Hall faces the two with worry. “We need more manpower before it reaches here.”

Hailey scratches her head. “Sounds like a tough cookie… is it some sort of a miramon?”

The blind archer shakes his head. “Reports say it’s an esper. The last thing I heard was that Bonnie returned here with minor injuries, and Long Mian is stalling.”

The inventor whistles. “Did the Esper Union have a secret weapon or something? Pretty bold of them to send a single guy our way if it’s really them!”

“No time for chitchat, I’ve heard enough.” Leon cuts the conversation off and switches his saxophone into the sniper rifle he always used. “Do what needs to be done.”

Hailey separates herself from the group, taking the route to where the labs are. Leon is now paired with Hall and heads to the exit. Outside was starting to get chaotic. Various men scrambled around, preparing for a possible onslaught. Whoever this ‘hostile entity’ is is becoming a serious issue for the Decree. 

The sniper turns to Hall. “You stay here and guard this entrance.”

Hall gives him a troubled look. “But what about you?”

Leon lowers his hood and turns around. “I’ll be at the sniper tower where I can see what’s really going on out there.” 

Without a word, he left in a hurry, with Hall standing still by the entrance. For a sniper, the tower would be the most tactical place for him to maneuver both offensively and defensively… but it would also be the loneliest place for him.

No subordinates. No partners. Just him, his rifle, and the vast outskirts of the ruins that was once Hazlitt. 

Now in position, Leon looks at the barren wasteland through the sniper scope. He scans through the area, now currently quiet. Too quiet. “Odd… did Long Mian manage to subdue the target..?

Before he could lower his rifle, he spotted a pink light towards his direction. 

“What-”

And just like that, it hit him in a flash of pink sparkles, sending him on the floor with a thud. The laser temporarily made him blind, his vision only filled with a bright hot rosy color. The man winces in pain as white noise fills his ears and dizziness hits his head like banging pots and pans. He groans, but nobody could hear him. What in the world is happening in the base without him? He’s just there, laying down. Helpless. 

“Leon!!”

“... Hall?”

He opened his eyes. Vision was suddenly clear as day. He heard Hall’s voice from far away. The sniper slowly stands up, struggling to keep his balance at first. 

“Hall? Hall!!”

But nobody answered back. 

“...”

The sudden silence made his chest feel tight. Now regaining his full senses, the sniper immediately jumped off the tower without a second thought, landing on one foot before tumbling down. By the time he looked up again, he knew immediately that there was something horribly wrong…

The entire lot that was full of chaos before is now barren. Not a single voice can be heard from any direction. What happened to everyone?

“...”

Leon paces as he scans the area. Still nothing, except for the burn marks on the concrete. The red-haired man kneels down and lightly touches the marks. Warm to the touch, as if freshly-made. Getting up again, he heads to where the entrance is. Hall was not there. 

“Where did you go..?”

He gazes into the hallway within. It’s just as eerily quiet as the outside. He decides to enter in high alert, with the rifle pointing ahead, careful not to make a sound with every step. Lights above his head flicker as he moves further down the path, his heart pounding louder the deeper he gets. When he reaches the intersection point, he stops. Soon after, all lights flicker and fail except the one on top of him. Everything beyond the light turned pitch black.

Within the darkness, the sound of a slithering snake can be faintly heard. Leon quickly aims at the hallway passage on his left. As always, there was nothing… but the sniper knows he’s not alone anymore.

“I can hear you…” He aims at another hallway. “Show yourself.”

All silence. Leon is quickly losing his patience.

“I have no time for games..!”

And there he hears the same hissing from a minute ago. A honeyed voice speaks from behind him.

“How delightful it is to see you.. Leon.”

In a flash, the red-haired sniper swiftly points the rifle from the source of the voice and makes the first shot. The sound of movement is noticeable after the attack despite the deep darkness, which he took advantage of in making out his opponent’s next move.

“Don’t hide from me…”

He makes his second shot. This time he hears the hissing of a snake. 

Then his third. Wings flapping can be heard almost immediately.

“This bitch can fly-”

A slither on his top right. A shot fires again. A hard landing to his rear. And another shot resounds into the void. No matter how many shots he throws at it, the thing doesn’t seem to go down. The mix of adrenaline, frustration, and fear makes his heart pound faster than he ever felt for years. He’s a cornered rat.

“Your heart is beating so loud…” The voice became more venomous. 

It finally makes its first move and flicks its reptilian tail towards Leon, disarming him in the same process. He let out a wince and tumbles down to the cold hard floor. He sees his rifle beside him, but as he turns and reaches for it, the tail has already coiled around his body and pulls him up in the air. Now binded, the man is now helpless in cold sweat. 

“Let.. Let me go..!” 

He attempts to wiggle out. However, it was of no use. 

His opponent lets out a soft chuckle. “Resistance is futile, you know.”

The last remaining light starts to fail, and eventually leaves Leon devoid of light. He could still feel the tail that constricts him, and it only gets tighter. Almost choking.

“Who.. are you..?”

“You still haven’t figured it out? Poor you~”

Leon senses that his shoulders are being held with soft, human hands. The sharp nails poking on the fabric of his hood doesn’t make this fact relieving though. But he could still feel it in his skin. And it’s really unnerving. 

In front of him has two purple eyes flashing right at his face, their slit pupils piercing into his soul. The voice becomes more distorted.

“I thought you did your research?”

“You..”

The once dim area gradually gets illuminated by a bright golden light, showing the wings of his assailant, and his true nature. 

“Or have you already forgotten about me?”

“Tch… I should’ve known it was you…”

Lo and behold, the one who’s been attacking the Shadow Decree all this time is none other than his target… or what he thinks to be.

Unlike the usual youthful appearance of the cupid, the one that stands in front of him is much taller. And much more menacing.

“Ding dong!”

“What did you do to them? What did you do to Hall..?!”

‘Q’ gives him an eerie smile, showing both of his sharp fangs. “Oh trust me… you don’t wanna know.”

The red-haired man grits his teeth. “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me? Is this how you survived… my bullet?”

The other esper lets go of one hand and cutely pokes his own cheek with a matching head tilt. “Oh no, it’s no secret~” 

With the same finger, he lightly pokes his nose. “You’ve read this, remember?” The man pulls the other closer to his eyes. “Or should I say, your lady friend?”

“H-Hailey…”

Three words resounding within his mind. Words he didn’t know were relevant until now: Horrendous. Winged. Serpent.

The snake tail, the sharp fangs, the feathery golden wings, and those monstrous eyes… It all makes sense now. This is no longer the small annoying target that Leon knows of. This is a threat of a high caliber, a threat that manifested from his inner fears, a threat he couldn’t kill.

The constricting tail continues to choke the sniper, and sooner or later he’s going to run out of air to breathe. Yet, he could do nothing but watch as the winged serpent in front of him gets amusement from his suffering. At this very moment, he’d pretty much rather be dead than having to look at his deceptively sweet face.

“Go on… kill me already-”

“Oh, not yet…”

Both of their eyes are locked on each other, and nobody would want to let go. Pure, visceral rage fills Leon’s heart as ‘Q’ stares at him mockingly. His arms are still binded, his feet frozen, and his breaths becoming shorter.

“You know, I’m feeling quite peckish right now…” The wings on the serpent’s head flutter lightly, happy thoughts in mind. “I was thinking of getting something sweet!”

Leon could feel one of this monster’s fingers gently brushing on his freckled face, like a little plaything.

“You know what your red hair and speckled cheeks remind me of?” 

He leans closer to his ear and lets out a whisper.

“Strawberriiieeesssss…”

A soft gasp can be heard from the hooded man. There is no way this beast is thinking of what’s in his head right now… but the heavens are finally merciful enough to give him an answer as one of his clawed hands starts creeping into one of his eyes.

“I was thinking… hmmm… strawberry tarts.”

Leon wants to look away. But he can’t. The man’s body is unresponsive, like a plant. Not even a sound escapes from his mouth, not a tear from his eyes. He’s facing his death, and he can’t do anything about it… With no time to waste, the hand grabs his face and he lets out a loud, painful scream.

The next thing he knew, he could hear books dropping on the floor, and his eyes could finally see the light of the archives again. A familiar voice speaks.

“Aw man, I was about to make it to five stacks!” 

He finds himself back at the same table he was sleeping on, with sweat on his face and a messy set of red hair. Nothing binding his body, no hands grabbing his face. He is where he was before everything started… or did he even leave at all?

“Am I back…?” The man stares into nothing as Hailey starts picking up the books that fell with his rude awakening.

“Back? Pff, you’ve been sleeping for an hour and a half!” The young woman places the books on the table and grabs her phone that has been opened for a while. “Anyway, while you’re asleep, I started doing my own research as well.”

She puts the screen directly at Leon’s face that currently shows a livestream of a flying baby and a butler jackal.

“You can put your preferred fruit on top of the tarts. Make sure that they are fresh and delectable to eat.”

“I want mine with strawberries!!”

Strawberries… strawberries. The word echoes in his head, bringing him back to that very moment in his nightmare. The inventor only laughs at the seemingly innocent scene of a small boy putting strawberries on his tarts, unaware of the ordeal that he had to endure in his sleep.

“You know, for a target, he’s such a comedian! Goofy-ass motherfucker.”

“I’ll get some milk…”

With no words left to say, Leon gets up from his seat and leaves the archives. Hailey’s eyes shifted from the door that he went through, to the pile of books left on the table, and back to the door with an unamused look. 

“I am NOT cleaning this up.” 

#jee writes #dislyte #leon dislyte #hailey dislyte #q dislyte #hall dislyte #second dislyte fic in and it's 3k words I am so sorry for that #also yes I wrote a leon fic #TOOK ME A LOT OF RESTRAINT WHILE WRITING THIS #cause I had to make sure that this is a Leon fic #not a Q fic #LMAO #dislyte fanfiction #fanfiction #shoutout to Murky for allowing me to writing about his blorbo

[koexchange]

Hiii, I was wondering you would write any hcs about trans!Tang xuan or Him with Adhd?

a/n: (how adhd of me to forget the part abt his adhd) HI ANON!! ID LOVE TO TY FOR THE REQ <333

* Born as 'Tang Mei'

* Started asking people to call him 'Tang Xuan' and use he/him when he turned 6.

* Had a rough childhood, since everyone was used to 'Tang Mei and her twin brother, Tang Yun'.

* The twins' parents were extremely transphobic and took away everything Tang Xuan held dear. This is why they are no longer in contact.

* The separation from his parents made him cling to his little brother even more, explaining why he is so desperate to fix their relationship.

* When they were on speaking terms, Yun was his number-one supporter in his transition.

* He doesn't need to wear a binder, but sometimes it's just assuring to have one one!

* Xuan is fine with his body parts, he doesn't want any surgery. It just feels wrong to be referred to as anything other than a man.

* He naturally has a deep voice.

* Every Christmas, Yun sends him some sort of gender affirming gift.

* Xuan is dating Li Ling who is also FTM but on hormones and has had surgery.

#dislyte #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte fanfic #dislyte fanfics #koexfic #dislyte tang xuan #tang xuan #tang yun #dislyte tang yun #li ling #dislyte li ling #dislyte fic

[lunaekalenda]

dislyte relationships headcanons! for: xiao yin. chloe.

Xiao Yin

smiles a lot around you, and to you. he's usually a smiling person, but the way his lips curve and his eyes shine is only for you.

he feels how you always worry for him, even when his health is way better now that he inherited the dragon power.

likes to read a good book with you lying on his chest, cheek against his calm heartbeat and one of your hands caressing your back up and down.

he has told you about his past, scratching his palms with his own nails, scared of your reaction, even when you were listening at him with tears on your eyes, and your hand reaching his as soon as you noticed the nervous movement of his fingers.

he remembers clearly how you let his head drop to your shoulder, his tears leaving a wet trail on you shirt as yours slide down his hair.

you decided that he had suffered enough, and it was now your time to make him happy, as much as he makes you happy.

you love whenever he tells you to take your luggage, because it means you two are going on a trip.

he searches so many destinations, so many places to visit, and he wants to take you to all of them.

Chloe

she spends most of her day on the fashion studio, but will be grateful if you drop by to eat with her, what happens pretty often.

even when her book list for personal styling is full, it's always open for you.

you love to feel her hands taking your measures, her concentration face - lip bitten, eyes fixed on the clothes.- while she searches the clothing that will adapt better to you.

most people had found her motivation silly, so she wasn't really sure to speak about how she thinks about changing the world through fashion.

but, the passion she puts everyday on her work, how she talks so full of love about style, how she goes to help the most needed ones on the marginal places made you see that by yourself.

you feel proud of her, and you don't doubt to tell her every time you find the opportunity.

she wants everyone to see their true beauty with her style, and that only makes you see her inner beauty, and fall way more in love with her.

#dislyte fluff #xiao yin dislyte #dislyte x y/n #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte x reader #dislyte x you #dislyte #xiao yin x you #xiao yin x reader #xiao yin #chloe x reader #chloe x you #dislyte chloe #medea dislyte

[l0ve-weenkun]

The Lost Core Memory

listen man idk i just thought this was so fucking funny lmaooo ALSO OMG PLS THIS IS 18+ lmaoo theres forbidden body parts involved

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・

It's early into the night, you're relaxing on the bed, checking your for phone and reading up on some news. You scroll semi-mindlessly, not finding anything interesting until you hear someone call out to your name in desperation from the other room, and it startled you so much you flinched.

You sat for a moment in total shock and silence until the voice called out once more, and you snapped back to reality, quickly standing up and rushing to the bathroom, quickly remembering that Aurelius was in there. As you got closer you heard him say something, but it didn't make clear sense to you until you grabbed onto the bathroom door handle and swung it wide open only to find Aurelius.

Naked.

You both stood there, staring at each others beings, your eyes quickly, instinctively, scanning over his body, which he somehow didn't catch at the time. After you had realized just what you had done, you turned away, your face flushing. Once he saw you react he came back from the shock and asked once more,

"C-Can you bring me a towel?"

And you nodded, slowly closing the door, you were so embarrassed at what had just happened, but a thought came to your mind, and for some reason it made sense to you on the moment.

You swung the door back open, took a step towards Aurelius who had once again turned around, and you took his member, and sort of shook it like how you would when you go to shake someone's hand, and then you calmly walked away, fetched him his towel and sat back down on the bed.

And then it hit you.

What the fuck was that???

And Aurelius was thinking the same exact thing.

"What just happened?"

You both still clearly remember this happening, but none of you have ever spoken a word about it to each other, and you never will. It's like the forbidden memory, locked away at the core. You both can't tell if it would be the funniest story to tell or the most awkward encounter you've ever had, but either way, it stays hidden in thought.

#dislyte aurelius #aurelius dislyte #aurelius x reader #dislyte x reader #dislyte #dislyte fanfiction #LISTEN ITS BASED ON A CHAT I HAD WITH SOMEONE #YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE LMAO

[dislifeismid]

Welcome

Edit: due to personal reasons i will be taking a break and answering stuff from the inbox when i have time and the energy to do it. Work and school got me dead.

Uhmmmm this is a Dislyte blog. I'll write about Dislyte. Send whatever in the inbox. Mostly a simp for the Tang brothers 💕 be horni, or be wholesome. Whatever you want. I'll also post ab other gacha like genshin n arknights and junk

I DON'T OWN ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS and i do NOT know all of their lore, so some might be OOC. I'll warn about that when you make a request. I also don't know all of their ages so if i put someone underage in a category that includes Nsfw possibility please tell me!! I'm also myself just. Only into men so i'm more attuned and used to writing for men which is why you'l find me never writing full fics for females

Characters in pink are ones i prefer and might focus on should there be multiple requests. I'm always gonna be more inspired for them and so write for em faster yknow

Will write anything for: AFAB reader, GN reader, fem reader,Tang xuan, Narmer, Li ling, Hyde, Lucas, Falken, Lu yi, Fabrice, Luo yan, Jacob, Long mian, Bardon, Hall, Unas, Tang yun, Leon,David, Odo [oc], Mori [oc], Kato [oc] , Ahmed, xiao lin

Will write anything for (arknights): Tequila, Silverash, Executor, Flamebringer, Hansel, (some more may be added..)

Will only write headcanons for; Jin yuyao, Sally, Sienna, Cecilia, Alexa, Heng yue, Chloe, Kaylee, Melanie, Berenice, Bai liuli, Xie yuzhi, Tang Mei

Will only write swf headcanons for: AMAB/male reader,Drew, Li ao, Q

Inbox open to requests,headcanons, fics, thirst rant, matchmaking...

I'll write for some AUs maybe

Fics take longer to write bare with me

I mostly base my stuff on the original illustrations and not the models because the models are painfully derived and like cartoonified (made softer/cuter, using an almost disney/pixar style) compared to the original art.

18+ content ahead probably most likely be warned. Actually it'd be better for minors to just stay off this blog altogether but i'll still put some warnings on each adult content post

I WILL write for dark themes i really just don't care i think i've lost sensitivity to every thing out there........ well maybe except anything to do with gross bodily fluids.

Uhhhh i dunno. Not much else of note.. be respectful, don't forget i'm a human being too.... don't be rude to others just because you don't agree with them or what they like. Also remember everything here is FICTION, not reality. And truth is a lot of people like things in fiction they would NEVER do or endorse in real life. So don't judge your opinion of someone based off what they like to read (well maybe a little).that's about it

Please specify AMAB/AFAB and or gender!! Otherwise i'll default to gender neutral which is fine for simple but it can be really hard to write for gender neutral when many words are, well, kinda gendered (especially smut) I don't mind writing for Gender neutral for those who identify as such but it really helps me to specify otherwise. I highly prioritize AFAB because that's what i'm used to writing and that's what i am. So i might back off when it comes to AMAB since i don't know much/ can't relate w that when it comes to reader. I also might just make something gender neutral if gender isn't all that important (i.e simple swf scenarios like stealing food from them or something, doesn't really matter what you got between your legs, you're just stealing food.)

Anyhow feel free to just ask! If i won't write for it, i'll just ignore it. I'll never kinkshame you loll

Masterlist

Here!

P.2

Currently writing..

Falken nsfw alphabet

Luo yan nsfw alphabet

Anon list

'6'3' anon

'Cuddles' anon

'Smut' anon

'Peony' anon

🍑 anon

🌾 anon

🍜 anon

🦐 anon

🌈 anon

🌸 anon

🍒 anon

🫐 anon

👺 anon

'Li ling' anon

Come back later!

#dislyte #dislyte x reader #tang yun #tang xuan #tang xuan x reader #tang yun x reader #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte tang yun #dislyte tang xuan #dislyte smut

[reshramlove1ob]

Chapter 1 for Pinky Promise is done!!

#dislyte #Dislyte tang Xuan #Dislyte Yuuhime #dislyte yuuhime x tang xuan #dislyte tang xuan x yuuhime #yuuhime x tang xuan #tang xuan x yuuhime #my fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #dislyte fanfic #Dislyte Lewis #Dislyte q #dislyte Mona #dislyte fanfiction #Dislyte li ling

[latenightdislyte]

Ok another ask cuz the people I've tried asking for li ling x reader stuff haven't gotten back to me ówò

Formal date w/Li Ling to a fancy party. Prolly no dancing since the party was just to have people talk with others. But perhaps reader and ling engage in some tomfoolery >:3

Tomfoolery you say. Li Ling is the master of tomfoolery. I on the other hand, am not. This took awhile to think up, sorry if it's shorter than the rest. Tomfoolery and wrecking havoc are not my forte. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

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“Li Ling, please. Quit loosening your tie so much.” “Do I have to wear this dumb outfit? I mean look, the others get to wear their normal stuff.” I adjusted his suit for the third time tonight, straightening out any creases or wrinkles and tightening the tie a bit, back to where it’s supposed to be. “Have you noticed how it’s only the normally well dressed ones that are in their normal attire. I mean look at Tang Xuan and David. They’re both wearing suits too. They actually clean up real nice-” A hand quickly came up and cupped my face. “Don’t be ogling other guys while I’m right here. If I’m gonna be stuck in this dumb suit I want all of your attention on me. I wouldn’t be getting fancied up for just anyone.” I hummed and pulled him down a bit, brushing my nose against his affectionately. “Aw, is my man a little jealous? That’s cute, just don’t let it get outta hand.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him, rubbing his forehead on mine. “Fine.” 

I pulled away from him and we stood side to side, his arm wrapped around my waist as I rested my head on his shoulder. We stayed like this for a while, standing to the side of all the mingling, being approached every now and again by other Union Ops Chiefs. Li Ling let out a huff when we were alone again. “What’s up, Li?” “I’m just bored. I don’t even want to be here, nothing interesting is happening.” He crossed his arms in annoyance.”Oh come on. There’s only about…” I looked down at my phone. “An hour and a half left. Just hang on a little longer.”

A tap to my side brought me out of a daydream I hadn’t realized I’d drifted into. An  unknown amount of time had passed, but the party was still bustling so it probably wasn’t too long. I looked up to Li Ling, who had a mischievous smirk on his face. “Hey, wanna have some fun?” I gave him a weird look. “What do you mean? What do you have in mind?” His gaze drifted across the crowd, a thoughtful look on his face. He did a double take in a certain direction before smirking. “Why don’t you go over and talk to Tang Xuan for a moment, keep him distracted for me?” I raised my eyebrow, but started off in Xuan’s direction.

“Hey, Xuan. How’re you doing tonight?” He turned towards me and greeted me energetically. “I’m good. How are you? Where’s your boyfriend, Li?” “He had to go to the bathroom real quick. I felt a little awkward standing over there on my own.” He swung his arm around my shoulder, giving me a side hug. “Hell yeah. You’re more than welcome to come hang out with me. I was getting a little bored myself.” I had no idea where Li Ling was at this point or what he was planning. Maybe I shouldn’t be so close to him. “So, what have you and Li Ling been up to? Been meaning to get together with him and play some games, but we’ve both been too busy lately.” “Oi, Xuan! Incoming!” A loud voice called from across the room. He turned around in confusion, releasing his hold on me.

He didn’t even get a chance to say anything when he immediately received a piece of cake to the face. Decimated cake and icing flew all over and I ducked away with a shocked gasp. My hands came up to cover my mouth as I tried not to laugh. Tang Xuan stood there blinking in surprise, trying to register what just happened. A wide playful grin grew on his face. “Oh, so you wanna play that game huh? Fine, getta load of this!” He grabbed his plate sitting next to him on the table and chucked it. Li ducked and darted over, the plate flew past him and hit David on the back of his shoulder instead. “Hey!” And just like that, a massive food fight broke out. People were shouting and laughing as a large mess was made.

I had ducked into a hall to avoid the fray, not wanting to have to take another shower today. Watching from around the corner, I smiled as everyone seemed to be having fun. “Well, what a wonderful mess this is.” I jumped as a voice came from behind me unexpectedly. Turning, I was greeted with the sight of one of the Union Commanders, Falken. I flinched back in realization. “Oh uh, hey, Commander Falken. What’s up?” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Thinking about how much of a mess this is going to be to clean up.” We both stepped in opposite directions to avoid a stray shot. Li Ling suddenly came into view covered in icing and random foods, grinning back at the crowd. “Missed me, loser!” He turned to us, stopping suddenly at the sight of Falken standing here, realizing the trouble he was about to be in.

I could hear Flaken shift next to me, most likely crossing his arms. “Oooh, Commander Falken. Enjoying your evening?” He stayed silent, an intimidating aura emanating off him. I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh at Li Ling’s reaction. “I uh…” He looked to the side, rubbing the back of his head. “I’ll stay behind to help clean up.” Something struck him in the back of the head, splattering all over. “Hey!” He quickly turned around and darted back into the chaos. 

A sigh escaped my lips and a hand was placed on my shoulder. “I’ll exclude you from the clean up crew this time. Afterall, you have to put up with him on a daily basis. I commend your patience, by the way. It must take a lot to deal with him.”

#dislyte #dislyte x reader #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte writing #sfw #li ling dislyte #li ling #li ling x reader

[herr-stick]

⸝⸝˚₊・𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩. ₊˚⊹

Hello. *stares menacingly*

I am zooming through with Tang Twins angst, enjoy!

caution: the fanfiction below contains *my* takes and headcanons.

December has arrived to Gyrate; the temperature low, but the holiday spirit high already, a ridiculous contrast compared to the previous month.

It has already started snowing, steady and not stopping, covering the whole city with a thick layer of sparkling white blanket. It's quite busy despite the relentless snow, people rushing to get things done and escape into the comfort of their own homes.

A few kids are playing tag in the park near the Union building: stumbling in the thick snow that reaches their small knees, running and yelling until they have to catch their breath. Their voice rings through the monotone noise of traffic, laughter filling the air and bringing color into the gray canvas of the day.

Tang Xuan, a big fan of the winter season, excitedly steps out from the warmth of the Union's lobby to the cold and slippery street. He's dressed in thick, warm clothes from head to toe, afraid of catching a cold-it could prevent him from his heroic duties, and he considers that worse than a curse. He pulls his bright orange scarf tight over his chin as he spins around, looking back at the front door of the Union. There stands four of his colleagues: Lewis, Li Ling, Mona, and last but not least, Tiye, who was more than excited to join their little gang for a nice walk in the city. She's holding onto Li Ling's arm, chatting away whatever comes to her mind as she floats next to him.

Xuan spreads his arms, a wide grin across his already red cheeks; he's already getting a bit cold, but he will not give up a single opportunity of hanging out with his friends, no matter what.

"Let's go while it's still snowing!"

He exclaims, the orbs floating around his neck lighting up to reflect his mood. The bunch starts walking towards him, Lewis taking his place next to his smaller form.

"It looks like it's gonna snow all day, slow down."

An impossible request, for Xuan is filled to the brim with the joy of spending time with his friends – how could he slow down? There's no time for that!

"No rest for the Wicked, as they say,"

Ling chimes in, twirling Tiye around by her hand, making her give a slight laugh in response. His statement is somewhat true, but for the Wicked part, Xuan would like to call himself Righteous. Yes, that fits more, truly.

Copying the other two, he takes Lewis' hand in his own, giving it a slight squeeze as he tugs him forward.

"Come on! We don't usually get a day off like this!"

And he's right. When was the last time they had an opportunity to go out as a group? So long ago, even the memory of it feels so far away…He craves to make more.

"If I knew you all were to hold hands, I would've brought Lucas with me."

Mona fake-complains, totally ignoring the redhead's sentence as she skips over to Tiye's side, taking her free hand in hers.

"Wow, you're freezing!"

Tiye just laughs, swinging their intertwined hands between them nonchalantly.

"That's why Ling-Ling is here! He keeps me warm, his hand is scorching!"

"Let me guess, the Universe is content, Starshine?"

Said man sports a proud grin, as if he just won first place at something. The girl laughs again, nodding slighly.

"Indeed!"

They begin their walk towards the nearby park, conversing about a lot of different things: missions they have completed, missions yet to come, shows and games they should invest in together – although with their busy schedules, they all know it's not going to happen anytime soon.

They talk about the weather, what to get to eat later in the evening, what to gift each other when Christmas rolls around; all mundane things that they wouldn't even consider in other circumstances. 

Xuan wonders…If they wouldn't have been blessed, would they…still have met each other? Would he still be able to hold Lewis' hand? Would Mona still invite him to sleepovers? Would Tiye braid his hair, or would Ling challenge him to eat deadly spices? 

On the whole trip there he thinks, hard and focused about what would have happened if things were different in the past, not listening nor chiming into the other's conversation.

If he hadn't been blessed…

"Mei…"

A voice, some so familiar yet so very unknown, a whisper, calls out.

He freezes in his place, head turning so fast he can hear his neck cracking—

Finding himself face-to-face with a dark alley, with people hurriedly coming and going–Some push past him, grumbling about being in the way–,the scent of something familiar filling his nose as he tries to work out if he had heard it correctly.

In his quick stop, he doesn't realize that he had been standing there for more than a minute, and that Lewis had long ago let go of his hand;

He's alone.

In an alleyway.

In the middle of an ocean formed from hurried strangers.

He hears it again.

"Mei."

It's louder this time, more powerful, as if the owner of the voice knows he's listening.

He's about to shake it off as paranoia, turning to run after his bunch…

Then, he sees him.

Standing atop of a small corner shop, back hunched and staff in hand, stands the one he had craved yet dreaded to see again.

Tired, deep violet eyes look straight into his own, a gaze that pierces through his entire core.

He suddenly can't breathe; his chest feels heavy, his mouth dry, all thoughts disappearing from his brain except one: 

"Yun…"

A bus passes by Xuan, and he realizes that he's standing too close to the edge of the sidewalk, stumbling back in suprise. But when it's gone, so is his brother – nowhere to be seen, his earlier spot as empty as the gaze he was sporting.

After all this time…He saw him again. He looked so pale, so thin…a completely different Yun than the one who had abandoned him.

No, he abandoned her, not me…

The redhead, despite his best efforts, falls to his knees, ignoring the worried shouts of the passerbys who notice his behavior. He can't hear them over his amplified heartbeat and the blood rushing in his ears, can't see them over the tears that form in his eyes;

All he sees is the memories he had lost to the past, the grim reminders of what he had lost over his own ignorance.

A little boy, bruised up from falling from a tree, holding onto his sister as he cries his pain away, his little fists holding her blouse in a death grip;

A boy, now smiling as he runs around, forgetting about all the pain and suffering of the world, enjoying the summer evening as the sun sets in the backyard;

A boy, always trailing behind, head hung low as he tries to catch up to his elder, his heart crying out for her to notice his efforts.

An Esper. A boy. A brother. Enraged and very very sad as tears roll down his cheeks, throwing words he does not mean but can't help to say, otherwise his heart might as well break. He's been silent for too long.

"You are not my sister anymore!"

"The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you. I will not rest until you're dead before me!"

Xuan is crying, hunched over on the cold sidewalk; his bright red hair slowly fading into a dark blue, the skin on his face becoming as pale as the very snow under his palms, scars his words and actions caused spreading all over his vulnerable soul.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't…! It wasn't…"

He tries to speak, but his brain is foggy: he doesn't know what to say, what excuse to make to bring justice for his past wrongdoings. Deep down he knows it was him; whether Tang Mei or Tang Xuan, but the same heart did abandon its other half; leaving it in the dark alone while it soared in the light with grace.

A pair of warm hands yank him off the ground. The scent of a flower he holds dear hits his nostrils, and a voice, shaky and panicked echoes in his ears as it addresses him.

"He's so pale…The Universe says he's in distress..!"

He had never heard Tiye this…worried, he realizes. Yet, he can't bring himself to care yet, fighting tooth and nail to not pass out.

"Damnit, not again! Xuan, can you hear me? Hey, it's okay-"

Lewis.

"Tiye, back out a bit, you're crowding him-"

Li Ling.

"I'm calling for Director Raven-"

Mona…

He sits up, the speed of his movement making the world spin around him like a deadly carousel, gasping for air as he tries to blink away his tears.

"I-it wasn't me-! I'm not her, I didn't mean to-"

Even from the rubbish he's spitting, they all seem to understand what he means. A gentle thumb, calloused from many battles, wipes his tears away.

"Hey, hey, breathe. Mei's not here. Xuan is."

Xuan's here…Yes, he's here. He is Xuan. A fresh start, and a promise to fix what Mei had broken.

He nods, burying his face in the soft fur of a warm coat.

"Xuan's here."

Yun did keep his promise. He killed Mei, so Xuan could arise.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it!

also hope it works, this is my first time posting like this. xoxo

#dislyte #dislyte lewis #li ling dislyte #lewis dislyte #dislyte li ling #dislyte tang xuan #tang xuan dislyte #dislyte tang mei #tang mei dislyte #mona dislyte #dislyte mona #dislyte tiye #tiye dislyte #dislyte tang yun #tang yun dislyte #angst lord rella strikes from the ceiling #dislyte fanfiction #ily all

[1-800-daylon]

the ficlet is available now so to celebrate here's a rather angry Drew

#drew #dislyte #dislyte fanart #dislyte fanfiction

[bluntfish]

Hide and Seek [18+]

A prompt someone gave me after crash coursing some....things. Not sure if I appreciate or fear Aurelius more but I wouldn’t try to race against this man for the life of me. 🤦‍♀️ To the person who suggested me possible kinks for Aurelius: you know who you are.

CW: Implied sex mention. Some running/chase elements. Minors DNI 🐟

Your hands are pinned against the sheets. Sweat smothered by warm hands towards your outer groves. Uttering animalistic pants. Your mind departed in shreds of white drifting on the water. Ripples break the wake upon its surface. You’re not sure how you got into this position. You’re not sure how you got into his arms. You’re not sure how your body was taken so easily. Yet you’re trying to recall something. Something that leads to this encounter. The start of this ardent encounter.

Beyond the woods of Raine is where you first met. Where you, a local in the area, greet a white-haired man in the wild. His face is covered by scars. A fur coat reminds you of a warm, green blanket. And striking eyes. His bright blue gaze never wavered, ever noticing your presence near the same snow-covered pine tree you frequent alone. He wasn’t anything in particular, but his stature was imposing yet comforting. You’re interested. The man gained your favor and in return, he offered you a yellow blossom he picked from his walk. Plucked on the same day when he confessed his name as Aurelius. A refined name for a hunter. Little that you know, the exchange set his mind on fire, his heart ablaze, and his legs with vigor. A target of his affections.

He brings out a bit of himself every time he sees you after his initial, awkward stumbles. To you, he offers his body as a vessel to fetch certain items like flowers or a pine cone. Other times, it’s a walk back to safety when he mentions Miramon afoot, holding his crossbow ever close. Though you believe it's an excuse. It’s the same tired excuse he uses just to talk to you to the point he purposely takes detours. It’s very boyish, but you don’t mind. You can tell this man lacks experience but makes up with his sincerity. The last time you saw him, he gave you a small package of dried flowers, intently wrapped in rough threads as thanks for accepting his courtship. One of his endearing qualities. Your mind wanders in the enigma of this man, floating in a pink haze.

The thing you can’t ignore the most is the scent that carries him. Fresh flowers mixed with his musk. A smell clear enough to make you think about him when you accepted his latest gift. He mentioned if you’re a bundle of flowers, then it must be the combination that created your being. Poetic in his own rugged way. You couldn’t stop thinking about those words since then. Even now as you’re overtaken by his presence, snippets of sweet murmurs from the depths of his heart and mind. Resonating without sound, without force. Just as it is.

Onto your last recent memory. You’re walking on top of soft, snowy grounds in the woods with Aurelius holding hands. He spoke to you while you were beside him.

“I have an idea. Do you want to play a game?” 

“If we do, do you mind if I choose?” you pondered.

He hums. “Sure. Which one?”

“It’s childish, but I haven’t done hide and seek for a long while.”

He pauses his footsteps. Aurelius turns his body towards you, rather meekly.

“Will you be hiding?”

“Depends. Do you want to be “it”?”

He clears his throat before saying anything further.

“Consider your hiding spot for the next 10 minutes.”

“Oh? We’re starting now?”

He lets go of your grasp.

“I’ll give you a head start,” he mumbles, his face flushed.

You sensed something had erupted in his last statement. Lingering where you stand for a moment, you quietly jogged away as he stood there eyeing you. You turned back to see if he was catching your gaze. He was. It spooked you for once. You knew his piercing glance when he noticed an animal yards away. You never thought he'd be looking at you like that. Upon this realization, you started running. Don’t turn back, your thoughts rang. Because if you turn around, you know you’ll be caught in an instant.

After a few minutes, the man covered his face and started counting down from ten. Slowly. Your heart pounds as you’re desperately searching for a place of solace. You were told many times how he feels about you. His impression was so intense as you’re wondering why he hasn’t fallen apart. You were the glue to his sanity, but it's barely keeping him together. Yet the moment the game was initiated, the adhesive was gone. Peeled away from the seams.

You heard a “five” as you were many yards away from where you originally stood. The snow crunches underneath your boots. You found a small den, holed between some rocks and trees. You quickly crouched behind the bushes. A “zero” was shouted then you heard footsteps approaching. So fast. You peeked through the leaves. It’s Aurelius surveying his surroundings. He’s on the hunt now. Should you book it? You wait till he peeks through the den, with his voice echoing your name. You’re shaking. The snowfall covered your footsteps, but it's not shallow enough that he mistakes it for an animal. You know this for sure.

“You’re good,” he muttered.

You shut your eyes. The wind dances with the snow, weighing on top of the trees. He’s approaching the bushes. You assume he traced your covered tracks. Breathing becomes a chore, shallow even. And your heart is ready to burst out of your chest. You have a feeling he heard you making a strained peep. He did, as he approached your direction. The moment you saw his gloved hands lift the branches to reveal yourself, you immediately ran off out of your hiding spot. A vain effort it was. You try pacing your footwork but if you falter, you’ll have to catch him for the next round. At least, that’s what you believed back then.

“Don’t turn around,” you tell yourself for assurance, “Don’t look. Don’t look at all.”

But the sounds trailing behind you. They’re catching up. You hear his panting breath expelling the cold air. Getting harsher as you zig-zag your way from his reach. You hear a laugh as if he was uttering some enjoyment. As if this is his natural disposition. Aurelius appeared so serious to you that you thought he wouldn’t put the effort to chase you. You thought wrong. You hear he’s giving his all. So much so that the drive to out beat him is becoming nonexistent. The moment you thought of your tiredness, it was all over. You run as far as you could till you’re greeted with the spot where the game began. Your eyes meet in defeat. Aurelius immediately takes you in his arms and lifts you up in the air. He’s swinging you slightly upon impact, swirling his clumsy feet with jubilation. He won.

He lifted up his polarized glasses to take a closer look at your warm face, worn out from exhaustion and holding you ever close to him. The color of his scarred face wasn’t red from the running, you assumed. He’s cupping your cheek tenderly after his laughter subsided.

“Got you,” he whispered.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to play tag with you after this,” you sighed.

A smile emerged from his lips. He leans in with a soft murmur close to your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

Your heart jumped. “Where, Aurelius?”

“My place. Are you free?”

“I am,” you said shyly. He smirks.

“Then you have no choice. Let’s go.”

Aurelius guides you to his home. Once the door is closed and the boots are off, he gazes at you. His demeanor screams his thoughts. His hands shake, gently resting on your hips. Your feet lightly walk across the wooden floors as you’re led to a corner. An entryway. A bed. His weight pulls you down and pins you with his arms. Engulfed by a fluttering kiss on your cheek, your lips, your neck.

You feel the cold metal of his turtleneck drag against your abdomen. Sweat down his brow. The faintest noise uttered from your mouth flipped a switch in his mind. His clothes were shed off. Yours too, as to keep warm by your shared body heat. Against the mattress, your face trails to his arms as you maintain eye contact.

"What are you going to do, huntsman? Claim me like a trophy?" you said in a coy voice. 

His face turned beet red. A sultry look followed soon after. He grips your body as the tension within his frame coils like a spring.

"Sounds like you want more of me."

"Maybe I do," you pushed him gently.

You see his stark blue eyes soften. He warmly whispers to your ear once more. It's very soft. You couldn’t make out the words, but the actions that follow possess your limbs. No hesitation on his part. And there you are bare with another body overtaking your sights. Aurelius grasps your hand in the aftermath. His hair falls upon your forehead as he sneaks a kiss on your cheek.

“…Was I too demanding?” 

You looked at him, clutching your captured hand over his.

“What do you think, Mr. Marksman?”

He sighs with a blanket strewn over his back. He’s content.

“As long as you enjoyed it, it's enough,” he said.

“Planning to be low-key next time?”

“If I have the brain space to do so,” he murmurs, “I don’t like beating around the bush.”

“To be fair, subtlety doesn’t suit you much.”

His husky voice wafts to your ears as he’s holding you from behind in agreement. Safe in his arms. You chuckled, pulling yourself under the covers. A soft sigh curls up your body savoring the tender moment. If a measly game leads you to be graced by intimacy, then it's a force to be reckoned with. And you hope you’ll get the upper hand next time. Probably with a different game of course.

#dislyte fanfic #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte aurelius #dislyte aurelius x reader #dislyte x reader #written by bluntfish #I learned too much about this man. is it too late to turn back the wheels of time? 😂 #if you have any prompts feel free to chuck em in my askbox but mannnnNNNNN

[moonhealing715]

Your english is great so don't be ashamed! Whoever told you that is an idiot!

OKAY THIS IS A PROVOCATION I WILL DO IT /j Actually, I wrote this the same day you asked, but I was embarrassed to post it... So yes! You have been warned about my bad English :D

Falken x gn! reader fluff

You sighed heavily and leaned on your forehead against the cold wall of the corridor. From the very morning you felt weakness. You wanted to believe that it was only yesterday's mission, just a tiredness after difficult battle with miramons and nothing more. But the truth was clear - you got sick. And now head feels unbearably hot and heavy. In a good way, you should immediately go to one of the doctors and open a sick leave, but several people from your team already were seriously injured and stayed at home, so you didn’t want to let commander Falken down even more. Therefore, you crossed your fingers and believed that you could hold up until the evening and lie down tomorrow, during day off.

Thats why now you were facing the wall, hoping to cool your aching head in such a stupid way, without attracting too much attention to yourself. Falken's office is nearby, so happyly there no one around. All members of the Union tried to avoid meeting him, moreover making noise near his workplace. You didn't share their opinion. Yes, commander Falken seemed cold, but for some reason no one even tried to get to know him better and understand that he is not scary at all. You were lucky to find a common language with him. Starting with awkward questions about weather or today's menu and equally awkward answers, step by step you started talking more in your free time. You gladly agreed to walk together to the canteen or library. Falken even smiled when you joked. At least, it seemed so to you, because the impenetrable gaze of predatory hawk eyes seemed so warm at such moments. Well, you really wanted it to be truth. You were in love with Falken and couldn't deny it.

“y\n?”

You flinched when you heard his voice. Oh no. Of course you didn't think that your crash could come out of his own office, which is two steps away from here. Great job, idiot.

“C-commander Falken?”

“You look bad.”

“You have the eyes of a falcon, commander” you tried to joke, but this time he didn’t even raise an eyebrow

“You are ill…” he didn't ask, he asserted.

He frowned, looking you up and down, his gaze was heavy and attentive, as if he was trying to pin you to the floor. Finally, he stopped at your painfully red face, squinting a little. Your head, hot with fever, considered this look as condemning. Feelings of guilt pricked your heart. More than anything, you didn't want to upset Falken any more.

“Excuse me commander! I know I'm letting you down. But I promise I'll be in better shape for the next mission!”

“Don't be silly, you'll only make things worse." Falken interrupted, shaking his head. “Immediately go to the doctor and take sick leave.”

“But…!”

"That's an order.”

Heart sank painfully. He is right. It's not certain that you'll be better in a couple of days, and like any other commander, Falken doesn't need a sneezing and coughing burden on a serious mission.

***

The next day, you just slept and took the medicine prescribed by Heng Yue. Headache and suffocating heat didn’t allow to rise from the bed, weakness fettered the limbs. Every muscle in your body ached painfully. It was as if you were crushed by a red-hot anvil, and your inflamed and restless mind kept returning you back to the corridor where you last saw Falken, repeating his words. And how did you manage to get sick at such an inconvenient moment?

A day later temperature finally subsided and you were able to walk unsteadily to the bathroom and bring yourself back to normal. A sudden call pierced the silence of the apartment. You walked towards the door in surprise. Maybe one of your friends decided to visit?

Falken stood in the doorway. You blinked.

“Commander Falken! What are you doing here?”

“I accidentally heard that your friends couldn't get through to you. When I tried it myself, your phone was off. So I came to check if everything is ok.”

His gaze no longer seemed as heavy as last time. Falken looked at your face, worry flickering in his eyes. Light eyebrows seemed to break, expressing sincere regret.

“Sorry, I should have sent you on the day off earlier. You've been working so hard lately…”

“I thought you were angry?”

“For what? It's my fault. I managed to get used to the fact that you are always there and help me, that I did not think about your health at all. I'm sorry.”

The sincere tone of his voice made you feel embarrassed. Falken… worried about you? And felt guilty? These thoughts excited your heart, which beat like a jackhammer, dispersing unexpectedly hot blood through your body. Unlike the temperature, this heat feels nice.

“No, it's not your fault!”

The voice sounded unexpectedly loud, repeatedly bouncing off the empty walls. It's only now that you realize that you're still keeping Falken at the doorstep of your apartment.

“Oh, sorry! Please, come in! I… oh, I wasn't expecting guests…” you mumbled absently, looking nervously around inside your house.

“Should I leave?” Falken asked calmly, stopping in mid-step.

“Not! It's just a little messy…”

“Don't worry about it, I came to check how you feel, not how you clean your house. Can you take me to the kitchen? I brought something for dinner.”

You escorted Falken in the right direction. Did he bring something for dinner? What could it be…? You haven't eaten for more than a day, so the thought of food involuntarily woke up your stomach, which immediately emitted a hungry rumbling. Falken set down a bag from ShrimpDog on the table.

"Your cheeks are red. Everything is fine?"

"It's great! Yeah, pretty good, thanks!"

May the gods save your soul, you're so excited.

Falken didn't seem to believe you. However, he did not say anything and only pulled containers with still hot food out of the bag. It was your favorite dish. You swallowed your saliva and stared at the food, surprised by such a lucky coincidence.

"Commander, this is my favorite dish! How did you guess?"

"But you told me about it yourself, didn't you?"

“When?!”

“A month ago. We were on patrol and we passed by the ShrimpDog, you said they make your favorite dish. I thought it would cheer you up.”

“Oh, so you remember it…”

“Of course. I really enjoy talking with you, you tell a lot of interesting things that I myself have never paid attention to.”

Your ears burned with embarrassment. It was very, very nice, but you never thought that one day you would actually hear it from him.

“I'm glad to hear it, commander”

“Just Falken.” Through the dark mask, you could see his soft smile. “You should eat before it gets cold.”

Fresh and tasty food from favorite restaurant not only filled hungry stomach, but also made you incredibly happy. Your lips curled into a gentle smile. A pleasant feeling of satiety and satisfaction spread throughout the body, driving away the remnants of painful weakness and fatigue after fighting the temperature. Now you really feel better. Thanks to Falken. He, in turn, silently watched you all this time, resting his chin on his palm in a strict leather glove with sharp golden claws. His eyes followed the expression on your face.

“Do I have food on my face?” you asked, grabbing a napkin.

“No, no, it's fine. Sorry, didn't mean to stare. You just look happy. It makes me happy too.”

You nearly choked in surprise. How can he say such nice things to you with such an impenetrable face…

“Yeah, I really like this dish. Thanks again, Falken.”

“I heard that many members of Union like this place.”

“Just heard? Have you ever been there?”

“No, never.” He paused, rubbing his neck. “Can I ask you to go there together when you get better?”

Your cheeks are on fire again. If it wasn't for the sore throat, you would have gone there with him right now.

“Sure, with pleasure!”

Falken smiled softly again, nodding his thanks.

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[elsaedelweiss]

Hi al! Thank you everyone for the reblogs and hearts on my previous headcannon post! I'm back with another post! This time for Falken!

1. He loves to make small gifts in the form of crystals to everyone on their birthdays, special occasions and Christmas. They never repeat as he takes the time to find a custom gift that he knows the others will like!

2. He knows the birthdays of each member and always leaves a small greeting card with a sincere if often awkward wish. The others pretend that they don't know who their wrll-wisher is as he never leaves his name or signature...

3. But on his own birthday everyone takes the time to leave a similar card and small gifts.

4. He loves the feeling of velvet on his skin. Because of this he goes out of his way to try it when he can. Drew knows this so his gifts always involve velvet fabric such as new gloves, shirt, scarf, et cetera.

5. He loves to watch birds especially birds of prey. He also likes to listen to songbirds including you. He won't admit it but if he could he would have a garden where he can watch and listen to the birds all day.

6. The Espers who love plants, gardening, and animals know this so they "discreetly" leave him a key to the parts of their sanctuaries where birds gather. He always returns the favour by getting them a new plant, tool, or book.

7. At first he and Berenice didn't get along due to his awkwardness and the fact he is a bird of prey Esper and she a cat Esper. However over time they became best friends including Bennie now crafts him his own cologne! Naturally it attracts birds. The first time you smelt it you couldn't stay away from him.

8. Falken returns the favour by getting her new toys for her pets, medical supplies for her clinic and occasionally catnip.

9. He loves to use his abilities to take flight at night or early dawn to both explore the city and be away from his daily duties. He has taken you once or twice with him.

10. He hates the rain just like Drew because it reminds him of a bad time... Plus it makes him smell like a wet bird and he hates the feeling of getting soaked!

Hope you like the new post! Let me know if you would like me to make new ones!

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[koexchange]

Good day/evening/night, if possible could you do a Discboom and reader relationship headcanon? Discboom deserves more attention in my opinion

a/n: hii! ive never heard of discboom and readers before! she's very silly ill do my best! ty for the req!

word count: 84

Discboom x Reader!

* She loves being around you!

* She always gives you long hugs.

* Her robotic bunny ears act like real bunny ears! They react to her emotions and always hearts when you walk in the room!

* I'd also like to imagine that she has a little bunny tail that's always wagging when you're around!

* She always has your playlists playing, no matter what kind of music you like.

* Discboom never goes a day without saying she loves you.

* Boom-Boom lets you wear them as a hat!

a/n: this is my shortest work yet sorry :( we dont have too much to go off of with her but i hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading! <3

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