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dutybcrne · 2 months
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Was Kaeya and Diluc’s whole Confrontation before or after he left the Knights? Bc if it took place AFTER…
It wouldn’t have been fire from Diluc’s Vision that hurt Kaeya, now would it?
#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Bc according to the manhwa; Luc left his Vision as his resignation#//And allogenes without their Visons can’t use their respective elements#//So then#//It would have been the DELUSION’s fire that hurt Kae. Not DILUC’s#//Idk; good concept; I’m pretty sure Kae’s Vision story contradicts it tho#//But then it WOULD make sense why Luc was so quick to draw his blade and fight him over his truth#//Instead of hearing him out and trusting him; considering how close they were said to have been#//‘like twins’ they were said to be#//I do like this idea ngl#//WAIT WAIT#//THAT WOULD ALSO EXPLAIN WHY KAE WAS SO QUICK TO BLAME LUC FOR COLLEI’S FIRE CRIMES#//BC HE RECOGNIZED THE DELUSION’S FIRE#//I don’t think he actually SAW Crepus use it#//So either he could be operating on what he read in Luc’s discarded account of the incident#//Or he somehow SAW the flames firsthand to suspect Luc of all people FIRST#//Bc when he threw the accusations; Luc didn’t have his Vision back yet; so WHY accuse him of a fire crime otherwise#//Idk maybe I’m thinking too hard abt nothing lmao#//But it’s still a good plot bunny!#//Prolly also would make sense why Kae still wants to stick around him and not hold a grudge over the Confrontation either#//Bc Luc wouldn’t have been in his right mind; having the Delusion on him. the thing could have seriously messed with his emotional state#hc; kaeya#hc; diluc#//Canon between my muses on here; can vary for respective counterparts
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nightv4mps · 1 year
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say it back!!
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— you dont say "i love you" back
aether / kaeya / diluc / xiao / childe / cyno
word count: <1.0k
suggestive 16+ - gn! reader || use of the word "love" a lot / pet names / teasing / marking / skin ship / not proofread!!!
genshin m.list | main m.list
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aether.
— he immediately pauses when he doesn’t hear you say “i love you” back to him.
he repeats what he said, “i love you!” you turn to face him, smiling, “i’ll see you soon aether!” he pouts and walks up to you, draping himself all over you. “say it back..!” he grabs onto your waist and smooshes his face in your chest. you suppress a giggle, “whatever do you mean?” he whines, “mhp..please baby..?” you run your hands through his hair, while laughing. “i love you aether..” he sits up, beaming, “i love you too!!”
kaeya.
— he will not leave you alone until you say it back. he’ll follow you around like a lost puppy, begging for you to say it back.
“angel pleasee, say it back..” he had his arms wrapped around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t be able to escape him. “i don’t think i know what you mean,” he grunted, “oh please. you know what i mean” you giggled, “oh, i don’t think i do..”he pulled you closer to him, “please baby, just say it back, that’s all i want..” he was talking in a whiny voice.
you could feel his breath on your ear, the feeling of him being this close to you made you squirm. “kae move back..” he chuckled lowly, “not until you say it.” you whined, “ugh, i love you..” he smiles and pulls away, finally being able to see the heavy blush on your face. “aw, did i fluster you that much, angel?” “shut up!! you knew exactly what you were doing!”
diluc.
— diluc rarely ever says “i love you” so you shouldn’t take it for granted.. but this time you just couldn’t help yourself.
diluc was about to leave the winery to take his shift at angel’s share, “goodbye, darling..i love you.” you hummed in response.
diluc turned around, “i love you..?” “mhm! bye diluc!” he walked over to you, “are you not going to say it back..?” the look on his face was adorable, he looked like a baby that just got their candy taken away. you giggled, “m’ sorry baby.. i love youu” you make a heart with you hands as he walked out the front door
xiao.
— just like diluc, he doesn’t say “i love you” very often. but you just needed to see his reaction when you didn’t say it back.
“i’ll be gone for the entire day for this commission, are you sure you’ll be okay?” you sigh, this was the nth time that you had to reassure him, while you found it cute, it can get quite annoying after a while, “i promise i’ll be fine, i don’t have a weapon and vision for nothing.” there was a pause of silence until he spoke again, “hm. fine, but make sure to call my name if you are in danger.. i love you..” you didn’t say anything in return, you see him disappear into green smoke
you were a little disappointed at his response.. which was nothing. but what you didn’t know was that he definitely did notice that you didn’t say it back, if anything, it bugged him the entire day that he was gone. he couldn’t wait to get back to you and confront you about what you did.. but he would never tell you that.
you heard the door open and in you see xiao, walking through the door to your shared bedroom. “xiao! welcome back! i thought you said you were gonna be gone the entire day?” he sat down and pulled you into his lap, “i cut the commission short.. because.. you never said it back.” you looked at him with confusion, “what do you mean?” you totally forgot about the prank you pulled on him earlier. “you never- you never said ‘i love you’ back..” “oh! right! i’m sorry xiao, it was supposed to be a harmless prank.. i love youu!” he smiled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “don’t do it again.”
childe.
— he’ll act like a kicked puppy when you do this prank on him. he can’t stand you not returning his love, he hates it, so his solution to this is to bother you until you can’t stand it anymore
“i love you! i love, love, loveeee youu!!” he was currently sitting down with you on his lap, keeping you close to him by your waist. he started leaving kisses on your neck, leaving little marks in his track, his plan was to smother you with affection until you said it back.
“pleaseee baby, say it back..!” he moved his hands from your waist to your thighs, he moved his hands up and up, slowly but surely. you whined, “move your hands ajax..” he hummed, moving his hands even further up, “not until you say it back..”
“fine, fine—! i love you!” he smiled and moved his hands back up to your waist, “thank you for finally saying it back, i thought i was gonna die if you didn’t..” you rolled your eyes, “shut up and kiss me you whiny baby..”
cyno.
— another one that doesn’t say “i love you” that often. you really wanted to see how he would react if you didn’t say it back to him.
“i love you.. i’ll be back soon.” he kissed you temple, you hummed and slightly pushed on his chest, “i know, i know.. now go before you’re late.” he still stood there, he narrowed his eyes, waiting for you to say a few certain words.
you could contain your smile, “what are you waiting for..? go on your mission.” “tch. you know what i’m waiting for.” you giggled and pulled him closer to you, “i love you too, cyno..” he smiled slightly, and kissed you passionately on the lips. “i’ll be back as soon as i can.” “and i’ll be waiting..”
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tartigglez · 5 months
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Hii can I ask for husband hcs for childe, neuvillette, kaeya, albedo and kazuha?
Just general hcs on what married life with them would them would be like :)
If that's too many characters you can just do your favourites out of them-
Thank you for your time! Have a good day <3
"espousal"
・❥・i actually haven't had a second since this req was sent but i am FINALLY GETTTING IT DONE DNWOEIEOWOQWIEWO
・❥・childe, neuvillette, kaeya (separate) x gn!reader
・❥・fluff time!!!
・❥・kissy times, lots of physical touch, suggestive at times, my clingy bois!!, talk of marital issues, protective kae (my beloved), i think thats itttt! enjoyyyy!!
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kaeya is a TEASE, still. he straight up never stops, even though you’ve been together for so long. He’ll do anything to make you blush and catch you off guard, for no reason other than he thinks its funny, yet adorable when you react to him. 
he loves to give massages. the intimacy of it all is so important and fulfilling to him (even though he has to keep an eye on his cryo powers the whole time to make sure his hands aren’t cold) (bless him, lil baby). sometimes if he’s doing this, he’ll give you little kisses all over, and talk about his day. other times he’ll tell you how much he loves certain parts of you, your tummy, thighs, or whatever else he’s feeling enamoured with at that particular time. other times, he’s completely silent, and just basks in the feeling of being able to be with you, soft breaths or sighs from both of you filling the air. 
at times, he can be a little overly protective of you, even if you yourself are well versed in battle. this man wants to make sure you’re safe at all costs, because he knows what it’s like to lose family. in a way, you’re most of what he has. he isn’t losing you. 
he has some weird/funny habits. poking your cheeks, accidentally staring at you, sticking his tongue out at you, or at times even gently biting you for giggles. he definitely has a playful side hidden underneath his suave façade, which only you can bring out. 
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ajax always wants to keep your relationship fresh and exciting! he'll always have new date ideas, or make secret plans of where to go on your next vacation (which are revealed to you about five minutes before leaving). be it a new restaurant or a revisit of your favourite places, trust he will bring as much energy and passion as always. 
he's clingy as heck, always wants your attention and is a spam texter, one hundred percent. he has really high energy so he can sometimes take a lot of patience to deal with. defo gives you at least 10 good morning kisses before he leaves for work, and might even wake you up if you're asleep. don't punch him, he's just desperate for your (albeit sleepy) attention.
he’s learned a lot about how to navigate issues in your relationship over the span of it, and is still learning. because of his childhood he can sometimes not fully understand how you feel about certain things, but he loves you, and knows he can learn no matter how long it takes. as long as you’re willing to be patient with him, he will definitely put in all his effort for you.
if there’s one word to describe childe, its curious. he wants to know everything about what makes you tick, and this doesn’t stop even after you’re married. he can sometimes struggle to speak softly when you’re upset because he has a tendency to joke around about things quite a lot, but if you tell him that you need serious time, he will definitely provide it for you.
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neuvillette definitely thrives on routine, he kisses you twice each morning. once on the forehead when you’ve both just woken up, and once on the lips before he leaves to begin his work as iudex. of course this also applies when he gets home,  but perhaps he’d rather keep those routines behind closed doors ;)
neuvillette can struggle a little sometimes, but he always tries his hardest to listen to what you said all those years ago; “i love you, if something’s wrong we’ll work through it”. when he has an issue he will first mull it over alone, before coming to you. 
he is an excellent comforter. although he doesn’t see it himself, he has an incredible ability to recognise each of the emotions displayed on your face. he knows if you’re thinking, its best to stay quiet and let you come to a conclusion before speaking any more. 
random one but he LOVES when you do his hair for him, it makes him feel so cared for and loved. he feels really relaxed when you massage his scalp for him. just gives that warm fuzzy feeling, y’know?
sometimes when you’re at home he’ll start following you around the house for no apparent reason. well, there is an apparent reason, he’ll just never admit to it- he wants a hug. you might go to your bedroom or the kitchen to look for something, and he’ll just be trailing behind, waiting for your attention. when you finally give in and wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, he lets out a low, calming hum. he’s content.
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nsfw masterlist || sfw masterlist
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f1letters · 1 year
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f1letters' formula 1 fic recs - pt. 2
✨ PART 1 here ✨
first, a big shout out to @tinydancerjj for asking me for recs and inspiring me to make a part 2 - this one is for you! 💜
since I've been away from writing for a while, I think the least I can do to thank you all for your patience and the kind way you've always treated me is to list a few more of my favourite stories for you! once again, I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability!
I honestly love doing these types of lists, so I hope you enjoy it and, like I said in part 1, please check out these amazing and talented writers!
love you all 💜 - cat
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max verstappen | mv1
'the one' || @estevries
'devil on your shoulder' || @libraryofloveletters
'prove it' || @severalforraelee || 18 parts + extras
'brother in law' || @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts
'baby pink' || @tierneysodegaard || 3 parts
daniel ricciardo | dr3
'the red string of me and you' || @libraryofloveletters
'the 1' || @lxclerc
'the best man' || @monzamash
'baby steps' || @vinvantae || 26 parts
'waterloo' || @vinvantae || 15 parts
lando norris | ln4
'fwb' || @f1goat || 11 parts
'a golf swing and a trampoline' || @jamminvroomvroom || 3 parts
'that's my sister' || @paddockbunny
'inappropriate' || @xhopelesslyromanticx
'twin' || @illicitlimerence-writes
pierre gasly | pg10
'just a little bit of you heart' || @silverstonesainz
charles leclerc | cl16
'stay, at least for breakfast' || @leclsrc
'see it through' || @leclsrc
'love you goodbye' || @lxclerc
'the winner takes it all' || @silverstonesainz || 5 parts
'secrets he'll keep' || @hey-kae || 2 parts
lance stroll | ls18
'après ski' || @mignonricciardo
'daddy's biggest fan' || @libraryofloveletters
'spotter' || @goodguylance
zhou guanyu | zg24
'starstrukk' || @lovelytsunoda
esteban ocon | eo31
'not that serious' || @libraryofloveletters
lewis hamilton | lh44
'our cave, collapsing' || @lewisyellowhelmet || 2 parts
'this won't pass' || @lewisloved
mick schumacher | ms47
'disapproval' || @holllandtrash
'staying away' || @lxclerc
'too little, too late' || @silverstonesainz
'mr. nice guy' || @leclsrc
carlos sainz | cs55
'the dining room' || @silverstonesainz
'ceilings' || @silverstonesainz
'written in the book of faith' || @libraryofloveletters
'has yet to pass' || @leclsrc
'a certain romance' || @leclsrc
george russell | gr63
'peace' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'upper hand' || @jamminvroomvroom || 7 parts
multiple drivers
'she will be loved' || @boredmadamoiselle || cl16 x lh44
'does he know?' || @clxja16 || cl16 x arthur leclerc || 3 parts
'the better series' || @holllandtrash || ln4 x pg10 || 7 parts
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PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜
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lunargrapejuice · 1 year
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nothing between us
aka skin to skin cuddling <3 ayatos kinda got away from me so sorry that it's longer than kaeyas glkshdl
kaeya alberich + kamisato ayato (seperate) x reader with no pronouns used
warnings: hurt/comfort themes, skinship, nudity but nothing sexual, needy kaeya, reader being injured (ayato), i don't think anything else but please let me know if i missed something!
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kaeya
a hard knock followed by many softer ones against your apartment door pulls your attention away from the pages of your book. you might have been upset at the hour this visitor decided to stop by, late into the night long after the sun had set when only silver moonlight and golden flickers of flames are left to light your room, but if it was who you thought and wished it to be you could hardly find it in yourself to be angry. not when your heart longed to see him on his way home from the tavern and you wonder if somehow, in the tangle of your souls, he had heard your call for him.
the story you had been reading was once again hidden within the bound parchment as you lay it closed on your nightstand with the bookmark your knight had gifted you holding your place. sliding from the warm sheets of your bed and into the cooling evening air you don’t waste a moment hurrying to the door and can’t help but chuckle at his cute drunken pleas for you to let him in. 
“snowdrop, have you gone off without me?” he pouts while you unlock the door, a hint of.. actual sadness in his tone that you hadn’t expected to hear and question if you had imagined it in the first place.
“my sleuthing knight says as if he wouldn’t have already known had i ‘gone off,’” you smile and tease, opening the door to your beloved bathed in moonlight and resting against the doorframe looking as beautiful as an archon; hand crafted by celestia itself and smelling of sweet wine but still you felt that melancholy in the air around him. even through his soft skin and deep azure eyes he couldn’t hide what he normally kept so tucked away from others, not from you.  “and there is nowhere i am going without you my love.” 
without thinking your hand reaches for him, the pads of your fingers brushing along the tanned and heated skin of his cheek, his uncovered eye softening under your touch. even intoxicated he’s quick to react, his hand grabbing yours and skilled fingers curling into your palm before using his strength to pull you close, your cheek resting against his exposed chest, his other arm wrapped around your middle to keep you pressed so tightly against him. the suddenness of it steals your breath and has you clinging to him for stability.
“you also said you wouldn’t keep me waiting but here i was all alone in the cold,” he whispers quietly; almost as if you weren’t meant to hear it, like he had wanted to say more or perhaps something he couldn’t quite voice. he squeezes you hard, letting go of your hand and resting it against his chest so he can pull you closer into him, not even letting the wind between you.
you can feel the hard thumping of a heart, can hear it in your ears but there was no telling if it belonged to you or him.
“kae..”
with his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck that familiar flirty tone returns to him but his grip on you doesn’t lessen even a little. “aren’t you going to invite me in, dove?”
even though it’s only for a few moments you hate to part from him and he seems just as reluctant to let you go but with a loving smile that has his chest skipping far too many beats, melting the worries that he draped around his heart like frozen rain, you lead him by the hand through the door, down the hall and into the place kaeya had found himself constantly wanting to be; the room that held your trinkets, your favorite books, the blanket thats fibers lingered with your familiar scent and reminded of him of home.
he doesn’t speak a word as he follows at your heels, nor as he sits on the edge of your bed and begins to take off his boots. you watch with soft eyes, taking in your every inch of handsome knight, thinking about how he looks and smells like the normal kaeya you saw everyday, the kaeya he showed most people but still you couldn’t help that feeling that tugged at your soul and told you something was wrong or how badly you ached to take away every bit of his worries, his uncertainties.
resting on your shins you take a place next to him and stop his movements with a light tug to his sleeve, your fingers barely holding onto the fabric but he was always so focused on you the lightest of touches from you would have been enough to have his full attention.
“is everything okay?” you ask, your tender eyes full of love, your tone unwavering even though you’re unsure if he will let you in and allow you to share his burdens. you know it wasn’t like him to speak out his weakness, though you wouldn’t call them that but it would never stop you from offering to help in any way you can.
“now, now, you don’t need to worry about me doll,” he avoids your question with a smile and a bat of thick dark lashes that might have worked as they intended had you not been so determined to remind him that he was not alone in this world and never would be again.
“that doesn’t answer my question, you know.”
he gazes into your eyes and you swear you see the unease within him vanish the longer he looks at you, the closer it becomes to nothing being between you as he closes the distance. chilled fingers half goved reach out for you and still without answering your question he guides you into his lap with a quiet ‘come here’, your legs straddling his, his arms around your waist. once again he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he hesitates to speak.  
“.. everything is fine now,” he whispers and you can hear the truth behind his words, feel the way his body untenses under your touch. you feel his hands slide under your shirt to feel your bare skin against his hands and you lean into him to provide him with every bit of you. “can i.. just hold you for a while?”
“of course you can. you never need to ask,” you reply, your heart feeling as though it might burst right out of your chest at the shyness he hardly showed to anyone. you held him tighter then, the smell of his shampoo filling your senses, your nose tickling against his soft blue locks.
your chest immediately blossoms with heat when you feel the upward tug of your shirt and even though you aren’t entirely sure why he was undressing you when he asked such an innocent request, you easily follow his movements and lift your arms to let him take your oversized shirt off of you. 
“what ar-”
before you can say anything more his face is pressed against your exposed chest, the intoxicated heat of his cheeks making you feel like you might be seconds away from melting but his cold fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your back keep you from slipping from his grasp, freezing you in this moment and his next words, muffled against your skin like a child trying to subtly ask for help even though it is desperately needed, bends you to his will.
“.. want to be closer to you..” 
without asking or saying anything more, with loving and chaste touches, sweet kisses and fluttering eyes, you help each other out of your remaining clothes. your hands gently mapping out the scars on his skin as you unfasten the belts of his outfit, let your fingers slide against him when guiding off his shirt. his lips place the evidence of his love, his need, for you onto each place he uncovers, his skilled and calloused hands running over every dip and curve of your body until you’re both bare and your bodies are pressed impossible close under your duvet.
skin to skin. heart to heart. breaths as one.
his hands and lips never wander or ask for more than the feeling of your skin and they never once leave you. he doesn’t show any signs of wanting to share what weighed so heavily on him tonight but you didn’t need to know to give him every ounce of your deviation or truth of your feeling for him and you do just that, as you wanted to for the rest of your life. 
each moment that passes, the night growing darker, he returned to his smiling, teasing, slightly tipsy self and it isn’t long before you’re sharing giggles, deep kisses filled with the taste of the wine he drank at the tavern tonight and reminders of your love for one another until your words become slow, your breath fanning against him becomes deep and you drift to sleep in his arms. 
the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your skin against his without a single barrier between you. the way you hold him, the smile on your sleeping lips. all of it solidifies in his weary mind that it truly wasn’t a lie when he told you everything was okay and without warning your sleeping visage begins to pull him into a sweet dreamland of a future filled with your boundless love for one another, a love that tonight he so deeply felt he didn’t deserve and nearly convinced himself it was slipping right through his fingers until he saw you smile at him, heard you call him yours.
in a tired voice he whispers against the crown of your head and closes his eyes, letting the last of his anxieties go, “as long as you are by my side it will always be okay..” 
ayato
the yashiro commissioner usually didn’t pay much mind to the late hour of the evening. it was pointless to watch the clock tick by slowly when there was so much paperwork to be done and he would be up late doing it regardless of how far the night drew on but today he could hardly keep his eyes off of the clock arms slowly moving to later and later hours without your return.
he wasn’t particularly fond of your plans today, going on a commission that would likely require you to fight simply because the requester asked for you by name. there was no need for you to work, not with ayato as your fiance and the thriving kamisato estate as your home but, in your spirit to explore and use your skills to help others, your thoughtfulness and splendor - which he loved so dearly about you - of course you agreed to take the commission. 
with his own duties it was near impossible for him to join you but that didn’t stop him from dispatching a top member of the shuumatsuban to go with you in his absence, even though you had argued that it was unnecessary. in the end you had wiggled your way from what you called ‘far too many ninjas’ following in your shadows to just the one, one ayato trusted very much but still, the longer time went by without word of your return, the more the unease began to bubble within him and eventually, as the sun began to set behind the waters that surrounded narukami island, he decided to take matters into his own hands. 
he was in the courtyard adjusting the strap on his shoulder plate, telling thoma and another retainer of his plans to head to the place you were commissioned to go when he heard a guard yell your name and saw a flurry of purple armor run towards the gates of the estate. the commissioner was quick to follow after them, looking so elegant and collected in each step he took as the guards parted for him but inside it felt as though he was moments from losing himself to the way his heart pounded so hard against his rib cage and his wandering mind bringing him to scenarios that were normally reserved for his dreams and yet were still so familiarly apart of his reality; where everyone he loves has and would be taken from him. where his power, his honed strength, his unmatched cunning, everything he ever has been and ever would be, would not be enough to save any of you.
you finally come into view, the dark armor of the shuumatsuban on your back nearly engulfing you as your tired legs struggled to keep you both upright, the ninjas larger motionless body weighing you down, his arms slung over your shoulders and ayato runs faster than any of the guards. if they had gotten a glimpse of his visage as he ran past they just might have seen his agony turning his violet eyes a deep royal purple.
he catches you both against his chest just as your legs give away, a mumble of his name falling from your chapped lips as your head meets his chest, relief and happiness behind your heavy breathes. his black dress shoes scrape against the carved path under the weight of you both against him but it’s only a split moment before the hands of the other guards are lifting the seemingly lifeless ninja off of your back and your beloved scoops you into his arms.
confirming words that the ninja was alive, that healers were on their way and that you had been secured by the commissioner all rattle loudly in front of ayato but he hardly hears any of it as he looks down at you, eyes hidden from the rest of the world by light blue bangs. they scan over every inch of you, noting every bruise, every cut, every patch of dirt on your sweat beaded skin. all while he lets his muscles still pulsing with adrenaline guide you both back to the safety of the estate.
“it’s okay, i’m okay,” you reassure him with a smile that meets your eyes, even though the constraint of speaking on your burning lungs makes it hurt to get the words out. ayatos tight and trembling grip on you isn’t helping the pressure against your aching body but you don’t ask him to stop, not when he’s looking at you like you might be leaving him behind in this world when in fact you were just exhausted beyond all belief. it hurts to lift your arm but you use the last bit of strength you have to do so and let your shaking fingers caress his cheek, finally bringing the violet eyes you love so much to look into your own. “i’m okay.”
“it appears our definitions of ‘okay’ are not quite the same my dear.” it’s the first words he’s spoken since he caught you; the only words he could find at your ridiculous notion of what ‘okay’ meant, at the relief within his own being at hearing the words despite not totally agreeing with them.
“alive and not seriously injured sounds pretty okay to me,” you say with a chuckle, trying to hide the way you wince at the pain of it. but you meant it, you really did, even if he didn’t believe you yet. 
with your head resting against his chest, his strong arms under your legs and at your back keeping you safe, the sleeves of his coat fluttering behind him, he makes his way through the doors of your home and down the hall to your shared bedroom with attendants at his heels awaiting orders.  
thoma disperse them the deeper into the estate you go, the man holding you never once taking his eyes off of you as the housekeeper delegating tasks to keep the estate running smoothly and soon, when the door to your bedroom closes quietly and thoma leads the remaining worried attendants away, you’re left in the care of your beloved.
he doesn’t miss a moment of your recount of the events that you tell while waiting for the healer, how everything had ended well but the fight to get home was overwhelming. you swore the amount of enemies was never ending and told him of how it had resulted in your ninja companion being knocked out cold. ayato holds you the entire time, piecing together every bit of information you provide him to ensure that one, this does not happen again and two, that those who laid their hands on you would be paid back tenfold.
he only lets you go, albeit reluctantly, once the trusted doctor of the kamisato estate arrives and begins to look you over. while the doctor does her work you watch ayato shed his gloves and see how his hands no longer shake but behind his eyes each time he glances back at you, you can still see his worry. you watched as he took off his coat that was now sullied with the same dirt on your own clothes. slowly, meticulously, he takes off the other many layers he wears until only his light purple undershirt remains and he rolls the expensive fabric up to his elbow before disappearing into the bathroom.
the doctor chuckles low hearing the noises coming from the other room; running water, the opening and closing of many drawers and different boxes, the tapping of ayatos shoes as he makes his way from place to place.
“lady kayo would fuss over their father just the same whenever he got hurt,” she says with a nostalgic smile but doesn’t make any further comments as the current lord of the estate returns to the room to hear confirmation of what you’ve been trying to tell him; you’re okay, just a bit, okay maybe more than a bit, beat up and in need of rest. 
you feel your chest warm at her words as she talks to ayato about your condition and for a moment you forget about your aching bones or dirt covered skin, all that lingers within you is your fluttering heart at the thought of the love he holds for you. 
ayato is attentive to every word the doctor says, every recommendation to help ease your discomfort, the information about the medicine she’ll prepare and have sent to your room, all the while his eyes are focused on you and you alone. eventually you have to look away from him, feeling your entire body grow weaker under his gaze and your breath become harder to catch. you swear you see a smirk on his lips the last moment before your eyes focus on other familiar fixtures and trinkets in your room.
when it’s just the two of you once more, he returns you to the place within his arms, strong muscles flexing underneath you as he effortlessly lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom that was steaming with hot water from the shower and smelling of sakura blossoms and a hint of tea tree coming from the open medical container. he sets up down on the counter next to the many supplies he had laid out and even though you swear your body aches in a different way than fro your wounds when he lets you go, you know he has important duties to return to.
“thank you ayato, i’ve got it from h-  oh -,” you try to tell him you’ve got it but you are cut off when his pale gloveless fingers reach for your shirt and somehow he feels closer than he did when he was bringing you in here, his deep breaths fanning against your skin, the rise and fall of his chest almost deep enough to touch you, the heat of his entire body mixed with the steam from the shower making your mind fuzzy.
“am i not allowed to care for you now, hm?” you can hear the smile he wears even though there’s evidence of his unease behind his words.
“no! no, it's not that!” you protest all too quickly and imagine it likely made him smile. it did. and you get to see his pink lips and pearly whites showing in a tender yet teasing smirk when his index finger touches your jaw and pulls your gaze to meet his. you stutter under his unbridled, undivided attention, focusing on the mark resting below his lips rather than his eyes. “it’s just.. i.. you have more important things to attend to and i- i’ll be f-”
he interrupts you again but this time with his words and your heart stalls at the conviction behind them. “there is nothing in this world that is more important to me than you, my darling.” he thumb ghosts along your bottom lip and brings your eyes back to his, leaving you on bated breath, your hands reaching out to him to help keep you upright. “so i will not be going anywhere.”
it makes you want to cry, his words, the way he so tenderly removes every bit of your clothes and then his own before carrying you into the awaiting shower. its as if the events of the day were finally catching up to you and now that you were here, safely with the arms of ayato, warm water running through your dirty hair and over your bruised skin, his thoughtful hands cleaning every bit of you with the utmost care, you could finally let it all out.
“i’ve got you,” he hushes you sweetly when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, pressing your body closer to his so that not even the smallest droplets of water could get through, in a grasp that told you he needed it just as badly as you did.
you hold onto him, your arms painfully protesting from the force you put behind it but the pain is dull compared to the love that flows between you, like rain filling a once bare lake that held your two beating hearts within its now overflowing depths. 
and like the purest of rain water that he himself had created just for you, his love continued to pour over you, keep you cradled within its waters. he carried you from the shower and dried your body with such gentleness and the softest towel he could find, not letting you lift a muscle. his fingertips ran soothing ointment over every scratch and cut before wrapping them in soft cotton and placing loving kisses to every single injury.
your entire being was filled with comfort and rupture by the time he was finished and as he yet again scooped you into his arms, you melted into his exposed chest and traced the lines of ink on his skin with tired fingers, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your touch. 
“thank you ayato,” you whisper, feeling the sands of sleep lulling you in a welcoming embrace, the familiar scent of your beloved lingering within the threads of the bed sheets filling your nose. he might not have said it but you know how important the work he needed to attend to was and how much more work he would need to put in to catch up. all just so he could look after you.
“i was simply doing what i would alway do for you, my love. there’s no need to thank me,” he says earnestly, setting you into the plush sheets and following after you not a moment later, his touch unable to leave you and you’re thankful for that too. 
“no clothes?” you question when he pulls the covers over your both still naked bodies and presses himself flush against you, mindful of your injuries but still so incredibly close, like he knew it was exactly what you needed and craved. you didn’t mind of course, but it wasn’t what you had expected.
the smell of fresh sheets and your shampoo fill the space, warm and soft skin melting against your own, familiar but not something you get to feel nearly as much as either of you wanted, cradling you in the embrace of your beloved.
“not tonight,” not when i need to feel you against me. and though it wasn’t what he voiced, the emotions behind his words, the way his arms wrapped around you and held you against him, feeling every last bit of you, proof that you were okay and still beside him, said it all. 
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zweetpea · 3 months
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Freedom or Anarchy? Part 2 of 2
Cw: cringe, swears, innuendos. Mondstadt arc has concluded. Next chapter will hopefully be out by Monday. (Expect Monday or Tuesday)
‘Where am I?’
‘What happened to me?’
‘I wanna go home!’
“Time to get up.” You hear someone call. The voice sounds familiar, deep and most likely male (you don’t want to assume). 
You open your eyes and see blue. You’re still groggy from Albedo’s tea so you can’t really stand. Someone picks you up, supporting you under your legs and you back. 
‘Hang on, if this is Mondstadt… the only man with blue here is.’ “Kae…ya?” You say groggily. 
“She speaks… or are you a he? Hard to tell.” He sets you down on a couch in an office.
“This is the terrorist Albedo gave us?” Lisa asks. You can’t quite move but you aren’t as tired as before. 
“We’ll have to tie… him? Her? …Ah up! Tie up the terrorist.” Jean says. 
“Them… I’m gender fluid. I go by them. Sometimes I’m a he, sometimes I’m a she. But my pronouns are always them.”
“Well, at least we’re getting answers.” Lisa giggles. 
You say as Kaeya binds your wrists and ankles with rope. You lean forward onto him and whisper to only him. “Tighter, daddy~” 
“Sky, where did you say that Light and Paimon ran off to?” Kaeya asks, embarrassed and blushing. 
“We’ve met Barbatos, they went off to find him.” Aether says. That’s right, the twins didn’t tell anybody their real names. 
“We’re back! And we’ve brought a friend!” Paimon cheers. 
“Obviously this goes without saying but no one can mention this man’s true identity, okay.” Jean states with a harsh tone that you’ve never heard from her before. Everyone nods, except for you. 
Venti walks towards you and you look at him. “Are you the one Celestia fears?” 
“I have no idea what that means.” 
“The descender, the honored one, the adored one. Do any of these names ring a bell?” 
“No?” 
“Do not lie to me! Albedo said-” 
“Why the F you lyin’~ why you always lyin’~” 
“…” 
“Sorry I have a tendency to reference memes and vines. I’m Gen Z, it’s a part of who we are. I’m kidding, I think that’s just me.” 
“So the Adored One has a name, Jen.”
“No that’s-” 
“And these “Me-ms” and “vines” must be your sacred texts! You’re a nature spirit aren’t you!”
“No! And for the record I don’t think you are a god!” 
“Wow, the honored one looks down upon me.” 
“Boys, Girls, and squirrels, listen up! Because I’ll only say this once. I’m not from this world. I want to go home. The world I come from none of you are real.” 
“Honored one, saying “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” doesn’t help your claim that you aren’t a nature spirit.” 
“Oh for Shucks sake. Actually can I swear in here? I don’t think so. Hell! Bullshit! Kaeya’s tight Ass! Lisa’s big boobies! Mmhmm boobies~” you start to laugh maniacally. “I need to be put in a mental hospital.” 
“Oh for the love of-” Lumine cuts herself off and goes up to you then shakes your. “Pull yourself together long enough for us to get answers.” 
“Right, right. I’m just a college kid who majored in computer science and engineering. The world I come from you all are a game and I hacked into your code which brought me here. That “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” comment comes from a YouTuber I watch semi frequently.”
(A/n: Danny Motta is his name. He’s pretty funny. Go check him out) 
“How’d you heal Stormterror then.” Aether asked. 
“The sustainer of heavenly principles gave me her powers.” 
“So… none of us are real?” Amber asks. 
“Well, I don’t know how I’d be here if you guys weren’t real but to me you’re just a game. Any of you can be killed and revived at the Statue of the Seven.” 
“I suppose that does poke holes in my credibility as an archon.” Venti twiddles his thumbs. 
“Can I please leave now? I can take Dvalin with me and we can just leave.” 
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If Stormterror is still enraged we can’t let him destroy other nations. It could spark an all out war.” Jean says. 
“What if we let them stay at that broken down building?” Aether suggests. 
“I still think that we should keep Jen here just in case Stormterror gets any more ideas about attacking Mondstadt.” 
“So we use Jen as a bargaining chip?” Lumine chimes in. 
“Exactly.” 
“Okay if you guys are going to call me Jen can you at least make it Gen with a G? I want to be different.” 
“But Jean! Isn’t that basically asking Stormterror for a fight?” 
“Amber’s right Jean. If we’re going to keep them here we’ll need a plan to tame Stormterror.” Lisa says. 
“I’ll tame him.” Venti says assuredly. “We just have to keep them here long enough for me to calm him down.” 
“BARBATOS!” Dvalin calls from outside. “GIVE ME BACK WHATS MINE!” 
“Everyone! To your stations! Protect the city at all costs!” Jean shouts and everyone rushes from the room. 
“Shit! I have to get out of here!” 
“Master Jean! I’m scared!” Klee runs into the office. 
“Klee! Perfect timing, I’m your brother’s friend.”
“Your big brother Albedo’s friend? Why are you tied up?” 
“It’s a long story. Right now I need you to untie me so I can save everyone.” 
“You can do that? I don’t know, usually only bad people are tied up.” 
“No no! Klee it’s more complicated. You want to save Albedo and Jean and Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, Razor and everyone else right? Then you have to untie me so I can make Stormterror go away.” 
“How do I know that you aren’t lying?” 
‘If gold knows me. Chances are Alice will too.’ “Your mom knows me. I’m the adored one. You can ask her about me.” 
“Mom knows you?”
“Yeah, and you know about Albedos secret lab in the mountains right? I’ve been there. He told me about how much he cared about you.” 
“You’ve gone there?! You really do know Albedo. Okay!” She comes over and unties you. 
“Thanks.” You go over to the window, open it up and shout. “Dvalin!” He comes rushing to you at your cry and you jump out the window and grab onto his tail. 
He flies towards the woods and you land in a stone arena. “Andrius! I need a favor.” 
“What could the East Wind possibly want from me?” 
“Protect the Adored one at all costs. 
“How can this puny human be the Adored one?”
As the two bicker you quietly sneak away. As you climb out of the arena you stop when you see black boots and look up. 
“Who are you.” Diluc looks down at you. 
“I am iron man.” 
“Iron man?” Dvalin roses as he and Andrius start to brawl. 
“Can you get me out of here?” 
“Are you the one rumored to have healed Stormterror?” 
“Maybe.” 
“Come on.” He grabs your arm and hoists you up. He then picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and starts to run. 
“Hey! Am I just a sack of potatoes to you?” 
“Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” He runs and runs until you two get to a water bank. “Follow this past west and you’ll be in Liyue.” He tells you as he sets you down. 
“Oh wow. My own dark knight. How romantic. Well for saving the fair ward of the dragon you get a kiss, as a reward.” 
“No thank you.” He grimaces at you. 
“Oh come on! I was promised debauchery! You’re no fun.” 
“Just leave.” 
“Thanks for saving me! I’m coming back for that kiss though!” You say as you run off. 
‘Hot dragon archon here I come! Please be like a lizard and have two co-‘
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hi! can I request that u write something that has to due with fem!reader who works at the local movie theater and ethan met her when going to see a movie bc shes a cashier or something and he becomes obsessed with her and starts to show up all the time to watch her and learns her schedule by heart? the she begins to notice but thinks it's really cute and when she finally mentions it, they exchange numbers and go out and stuff?
lots of love, lexie <3
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pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x reader, ethan landry x fem!reader
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a/n ♥︎ - HELP THE ENDING SOUNDS SO SHITTY AND CHEESY, AND THE TITLE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT ANYTHING GOOD FOR BUT ANYWAYSSSSS, lexie i am so sorry it took so long to write this, i started writing this but ended up stopping due to writers block but here it is! Also kae i promise im working on yours now!!
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Ethan had first spotted you when the friend group had dragged him to go see a movie that they had all been wanting to see in theaters. He thought seeing a movie in theaters was kind of dumb since why pay extra and buy snacks and drinks when you can just wait for it to come out and watch it at home or get it illegally. 
It wasn't as bad as having to go to one of those frat parties Chad dragged him to but it was a movie he didn't want to go watch. At least seeing you made it bearable. 
You were gorgeous to say the least. Ethan is pretty sure he's seen you somewhere other than here before.
"Hey isn't that the girl from our english class?" Chad asked Tara, with a nudge to the shoulder.
"Yeah I think she is!" Tara replied.
"Isn't she also dating that idiot jock who wanted to fight you Chad?" Mindy asked, leaning over to join into the conversation.
Ethan frowned at hearing this until Tara said something else.
"No that's a rumor I think, the jock, Steve I think, is dating that idiotic airhead."
"Oh yeah! Y/n, i think that's her name is single or something."
Sam gasps dramatically and looked back at Chad, "You better not be planning to take her out because if you break Tara's heart, I will go Billy Loomis on you."
Everyone laughed and Chad put on a shocked face as they walked up to the ticket booth to get the tickets. Sam bought the tickets and Tara, Mindy, and Ethan went to the concession stand to buy popcorn and drinks.
"Hey y/n! I didn't know you worked here!" Tara said with a bright smile
You looked at her and grinned, "Yeah! I work here part time afterschool and on the weekends cause I'm trying to be more independent"
"Ohhh makes sense, maybe I should get a part time job too, to help Sam out."
"Please don't, then Sam will feel like she's not needed," Quinn said, coming up behind Tara with Sam and Chad. 
"Hi Sam, Quinn, Chad, and boy I do not know" you said looking at Ethan, not noticing him before.
Chad came up next to Ethan and put an arm around him, "This is my best man, Ethan Landry, I don't think you guys have any classes together right?"
"I don't think we do but it's nice to meet you anyway." Ethan said with a smile.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too! Alright guys you better order now since there's a line waiting behind yall"
The group ordered and you gave them their food and drinks and waved goodbye to them. Little did you know that this wasn't going to be the last time you saw Ethan, especially not with the way he looked at you while leaving.
After that day, you hadn't seen him but he definitely saw you. He came everyday after school to watch you.
Ok that sounds a bit fucked up but hey there's no harm in just watching someone…and maybe even learning their work schedule.
After a week or two of watching you, Ethan becomes somewhat enamored. Unfortunately for him, this did not go unnoticed by you.
The first time you actually noticed is when one of your coworkers nudged you and told you something that you didn't quite like…
"Y/n, y'know the guy who always comes after school?"
"What guy?" you asked puzzled
She pointed to Ethan who quickly looked away and looked at his phone.
"Oh yeah i know him, he's friends with some people i know"
"Well i think he's pretty cute and has been coming here almost everyday. I think he might like me"
You frown at the thought, you may or may not have developed feelings for the guy and were praying your coworker wasn't going to ask him out
"Im gonna ask him out"
There goes that
You watch as she goes up to Ethan but start giggling once you see that Ethan shakes his head and looks back at his phone
"Damn he didn't like you huh?" you say as she returns huffing
"Yeah like what the fuck, he literally said he liked someone else"
You laugh and continue working, you want to ask him out or something but you're unsure on how to.
After a few days you decide to go up to him and just ask him why he's always at the theater
You come up to him with a drink
"Hey ethan!"
He looks up and smiles at you
"Hey y/n, what do i owe the pleasure?"
"Well I've noticed you're always around so i decided to just bring you a drink"
"Oh thanks! You uh noticed?"
"Well not immediately but one of my coworkers pointed it out to me, she's the one who asked you out"
"Oh yeah i remember her, i actually don't like her, i come here…well dont take this the wrong way but to watch you" ethan says looking down embarrassed.
"Aww that's actually really cute, do you wanna maybe go see a movie this weekend?"
"Yeah! That would be great, could i get your number?" 
You hand him your phone and he gives it back shortly after
"Alright I'll see you then eth!"
"Yeah cya" he says with a grin
You're probably smiling like an idiot right now but you're too happy to give a shit. You just scored a date with the guy you liked, why wouldn't you be happy? 
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stcrgazings · 1 year
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like a tattoo ➳ (c.l)
part two is up and you can read it here
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note: sooooo I literally wrote this out of nowhere, but i like how it turned out, it’s nothing like the song really buttt it has some of its lyrics so it only seemed fitting to name it that. thx to my girly @hey-kae who was my beta reader, and convinced me to post this, love ya. happy reading and don’t be a ghost reader!
pairing: charles leclerc x female reader
summary: in which you’re having a very hard time trying not to think about your ex-boyfriend charles, and with his dnf in the first race of the season, everything seems to remind you of him.
warnings: use of alcohol, lots of swearing (mostly fuck), a very heartbroken reader, mentions of a dick-ish charles, smoking ¿?? kinda
word count: 1,5K (it’s a shortie but I promise is soooo good)
“and it’s a Ferrari slowing down guys, and it looks like it’s Leclerc” the commentator in the tv says and your heart immediately drops.
Yes, you hate him, and don’t even wanna look at his face ever again but your heart still aches for him and the way his team is failing him yet again in what is barely the first race of the season.
Your model friend turns to look at you as the stylist sips you up over the black tube dress and fixes your hair in the tight ponytail that adorned you head.
“That’s karma” says the girl besides you, as you inevitably roll your eyes.
“That’s one way to call it” you say and everyone in the room that was starting at you bursts out in laughter.
You wanted to hate him, you really did, but you couldn’t help but wanting to text him after that awful race for him.
But fuck him, right?
He had a championship to win, at least that what he said when he broke up with you cold blooded, so yeah, fuck him and his stupid unreliable little red car.
you look at yourself in the mirror and smile at the reflection, you’re pretty, the most wanted model of every single luxury brand, and you eventually will get over him.
So you say your goodbyes as you exit the Prada building after signing yet another contract to add to your portfolio, your girl best friend hooked in your arm as you both giggled softly about where you both will be partying that nigth.
“But in Monaco right?” She asks as you both enter the limousine waiting for you at the front.
“Yeah I guess” is all you answer as you manager turns to look at you both.
Your hand lingers through your phone and eventually Charles contact, you wanted to text him, but at the end you decide against it, but something in the back of your mind tells you to unblock him and so you do.
Maybe some vodka will give you the courage to text him, or at least to hook up with someone else to forget about those haunting green eyes.
“We’re going to a club” you answer, finally lifting your eyes from the device your managers face quickly going pale.
“You really think that’s a good idea?” He asks serious, you roll your eyes.
“Why?” You play dumb as your friend besides you giggles.
“Bella don’t support her!” He complains.
“I’m actually curious why not?” The model asks again, also playing dumb, the man in front of you squeezing his fists as the both of you gang up on him.
“You going out partying and getting hammered when your ex just got his ass kicked at the race, how do you think the media would react to that?”
you meant this with absolutely every bone of your tiny body, when you say this;
“Do you really think I care what the media thinks? Fuck them for all I care” You spit and Bella besides you claps and cheers and picks a fight with your manager who is clearly unhappy with your plans of the night, he lists all of the cons and the reasons you should stay at home tonight.
“It’s a Sunday y/n, for gods sake!” He says but you didn’t listen and truly did not care a bit.
This is what you’ve been doing for the pasts weeks to try and cope with what he had done to you, and you hated yourself for not just getting over him.
Because it’s not like he was boyfriend of the year when you two were together, in the last months of your relationship he barely even acknowledge you, and he had dump you over call after what it was the biggest fight of your relationship.
Because you had exploded out frustration from his constant indifference, and dick ass attitude, and then ditched the apartment you both shared together.
So naturally when when he called you hours later you thought it was maybe to fix the things between the both of you.
But boy were you wrong.
Somewhere along the lines of “you’re just a model you don’t understand anyway” and “text me when you come get your things” the person you had love the most for the longest time broke your heart and didn’t looked back.
And so you went into self defense and destructive mode and if he didn’t looked back neither did you, blocking him in every social media known to men.
And like that you were strangers with who one was your favorite person in the entire earth.
And so if you wanted to go and get completely hammered after he lost a stupid race you would.
(…)
The Weeknd was playing as you downed another shot with people surrounding you as they cheered you on.
you were pretty wasted, but you still couldn’t get the Ferrari driver out of your mind.
All that you could think about was him, how much you missed him, and how much you wanted him right now.
As you danced with strangers hand all over your body you couldn’t help but remember his.
You remembered his hands, the way you would squirm under his touch, how he would show you how the stars looked like with just his fingers, the way his hands fit practically like they were meant to be holding yours, how good it feel when they were wrap around your neck, and how he would woke you up with them as he tickle you in to his arms, the way he held you at night as you both talk about your days and how much you missed each other.
Suddenly it all feels like too much, you pushed the stranger away from you, his grab in you becoming overwhelming and you need air, a single tear running trough your cheek and you can’t breath and it’s so unfair.
It’s unfair because you’ve had the worse months of your life and he had just moved on, with who used to be one of your best friends.
(Or at least that’s what every single media outlet said)
And you probably shouldn’t believe it but you still remembered the bile coming up your throat as you stared at the pictures of them at the Paris Fashion Week.
So you sit with your head thrown back in on of the sofas of the private booths at the club, and as the air conditioner hit your face, you remembered his hands and the way the mountains looked when you took that trip to the French Alps last Christmas, and you wanted to sob because of how awful it all felt and how much your body ache for him, you close your eyes and take some deep breath, and you can almost feel his lips against yours, you can almost see the life shooting diamonds from his eyes, his beautiful eyes.
The ones that would haunt you at night when you couldn’t sleep because all you did was think of him, how he was doing, if he missed you as much as you did him.
“You want a cig? Looks like you need it” a stranger asks in front of you, you mumble a no as you can, being so lost in your own head.
For the longest time Charles was by far, in your books at least the best person in the world, always so happy and perky, his smile lighting up your days, and nights, always so hungry for life, wanting for you to know the world the same way he did, always so passionate about the things he loved, always so passionate and loving of you.
You can’t help but wonder when it all went wrong, maybe somewhere between France and Abu Dhabi, the last being the last time you remembered being genuinely happy beside Charles, because yes he had come second in the championship but you remembered the way he held you up and kissed you in the hotel room and for a moment you thought you both will be fine.
But when you reach the top, it comes the fall.
And it was all fighting and misunderstandings and misery because you just wanted to be with him but he just wouldn’t let you.
Now you were there, still falling, wanting to forget about those times when you were happy with him.
He moved on, why couldn’t you?
Sitting there you beg for the universe to help you, to give you a sign, anything really, that eventually things would change, that you would stop feeling this way, that the hole inside your chest would disappear and finally the air would feel the way it’s supposed to and breathing and waking up in the morning wouldn’t be as hard as it had been lately and happiness would return your way and things would get better.
Obviously the least that you expect is your phone screen lighting up.
Especially with the name of the one that hadn’t been able to leave your mind in the entire night.
Suddenly and “I miss you” text from Charles hits you out of nowhere like a brick in the face.
Maybe you’ll take that cigarette now.
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fushigurro · 7 months
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spicy quote prompting you!!!!! i chose a mean one 😈 make it as dark as you’d like <3
i’ll give you something to cry about
( spicy quote prompts ) — kae…… you said make it dark, so that’s exactly what i did. i would apologize, but… i warned y’all i wasn’t normal!!!! also this totally had sukuna written all over it i’m js
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ryomen sukuna x gn!reader — nsfw (18+ only, mdni), non-con, coercion elements, mentions of physical fighting, blood, rough handling, oral sex (reader giving), yuuji is sukuna’s vessel, i think that’s it (i tried to cover all bases but pls lmk if i missed something) (dividers by @/cafekitsune)
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“What’s the matter, pretty little sorcerer? Not as tough as you thought?”
Sukuna’s hand harshly grips your jaw and forces you to look up at him through tear-coated lashes. He’s brought you to your knees after a short-lived tussle, crimson blood trickling down the side of your face and from the corner of your mouth, chest heaving with furious breaths. You scowl at him even through your tears.
The King of Curses growls and widens his grin, the look on his face far more sadistic than you think Yuuji’s could ever be. You’re exhausted and he knows it, your body practically limp and no longer struggling beneath his unwelcome touch.
“I’ll give you something to really cry about,” he threatens, voice deepening to something that makes your gut twist with even more fear.
Sukuna reaches down to start undoing Yuuji’s jeans, and suddenly your heart feels as though it might burst in the cavity of your chest. You’re too weak to move—too afraid to move, and even if you could, you surely wouldn’t manage to get very far. All you can do is wait for Sukuna to pull his hardening cock out and stroke it in front of your face, your fear like an aphrodisiac to him.
The hand on your jaw puts a thumb into your mouth and forces it open. “Open wide, little sorcerer,” he commands maliciously but with amusement in his voice. He taps the drooling tip of his cock against your bottom lip and watches as the tears now fall freely from your eyes. It makes him throb in his hand.
“And remember—” he adds, sliding his entire length down your throat without warning. You gag and cough around him as he holds you there, blood and saliva mixing to lubricate every fat, intrusive inch of him. “—if you even think about using your teeth, I’ll see to it that your pathetic little friend loses his heart for good this time.”
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jaeyunverse · 2 years
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the perks of having a hot best friend (teaser)
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PAIRING(S) | lee jeno x fem!reader
GENRE(S) | fluff, mild angst, crack, best friends to lovers, mutual pining + more to be added as i write!
EST. WORD COUNT | around 10k  
WARNING(S) | profanity, jeno is cocky and annoying but mc loves him regardless, he’s also shirtless in a scene so that makes mc love him more, this is hella self-indulgent + all warnings to be included in full fic!!!!  
SUMMARY | having a hot best friend is nice until you start getting butterflies in your stomach every single time you look at them.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE | hi!!!! i am deep in my jeno brainrot as always :”) i hope this fic (whenever it comes out) helps you realise you are in love with jeno because you ARE no one can escape that man and you’re lying to yourself if you think he doesn’t affect you!!!! LOL just kidding (i’m being completely srs). also a few paragraphs have been cut from this extract so some stuff might not make sense right away and i probably should have mentioned this at the start of the note but JENO
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02) hugs always make you feel warm and safe thanks to all the beef underneath
“Why do we need such a big bottle of Sprite?”
“Party at my place this weekend. There’s a discount so I’m buying in advance.”
You frowned. “Shouldn’t you be stocking up on booze?”
“The guys said I have an alcohol addiction,” Jeno said, getting in line at the billing counter. “Which is, like, totally untrue but you know I never back down from a challenge. I’m going to prove them wrong by staying sober for two weeks.”
“Sure,” you snorted. “You just find lame loopholes or cheat when no one’s looking.”
A sly grin took form on Jeno’s lips. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and drawled, “I know what you do when no one’s looking.”
“Really?” You feigned a gasp. “You know I sneak over to your house and steal your food when you’re not there?”
His smile dropped immediately. “Wait, what? That’s you? Not Hyuck?”
“The food thief is me but the one stealing your sheet masks is Hyuck,” you admitted.
“He steals my masks?! The ones I buy are expensive as fuck!” Jeno exclaimed, betrayal seeping into his features. His hands fell to his side and his eyes turned distant. “I can’t believe he’s been gaslighting me into thinking I do an extra round of skin care when I’m drunk.”
You giggled and pushed the shopping cart forward once the person in front of you was done. Placing the contents one by one on the billing counter for the cashier to scan, you revealed, “Hyuck saw me raiding your pantry when you were at the gym. He used that as leverage against me for weeks before I saw him stealing your sheet masks and was able to finally strike a deal—he turns a blind eye to my robberies and I turn a blind eye to his.”
“Why’d you team up with him?” Jeno pouted. “I thought we were best friends.”
You laughed incredulously. “Seriously? That’s what you’re focusing on? Not the part where Hyuck and I used your stuff without asking?”
“Well, yeah, I’m pissed you used my shit. But I guess I’m just a little more bothered that you guys teamed up,” Jeno said and shrugged, fetching his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. “Because, you know, it has always been our thing.”
You raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by how he was beating around the bush. “Are you saying you wanna team up with me to get back at Hyuck?”
Jeno grinned. “I’m gonna screw over that motherfucker so bad. You get off the hook, though, because you’re cute and I need your help.”
“You’re impossible.” You huffed and shook your head. Taking the bag of groceries, you said to him, “Text me my share and I’ll Venmo the money to you.”
“You could buy me an ice-cream instead.”
“No,” you denied immediately. “We’re not wasting time on ice-cream. Massage and then straight home so I can pick up my study material and we can leave for the library.”
Thankfully, Jeno didn’t protest. He drove you to your apartment complex and waited for you while you packed your bag. Then, the two of you were off to the massage place.
An hour later, you were done and forced to admit that the massage had indeed helped you. It felt like all the stress had left your body. Thinking about the final didn’t make you want to cry anymore and things were actually looking up now that you were rested.
You were able to retain the knowledge better and it was easier to understand the concepts. Jeno quizzed you and provided you with an endless supply of coffee throughout the night.
Right before lunch the next day, however, the panic resurfaced as you were revising your syllabus for the last time before your final at 3. You couldn’t seem to remember anything you had studied the previous night.
You could feel another breakdown coming, but before you could hyperventilate, Jeno had scooped you up in his arms.
You hadn’t even realised when he’d come back from picking up your food. One minute, you were trying to control your breath and the next, your face was buried in his hard chest.
You held onto his shirt as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and he rocked you from side to side.
“Shh, don’t cry,” he mumbled and kissed the top of your head. “You’re gonna ace the final like you always do. You were able to answer all the quiz questions so remember that you are prepared. The pre-exam anxiety is just clouding your thoughts. Everything’s gonna come back to you when you sit down to write, alright?”
Nodding, you clenched your eyes shut and bit down on your lip to keep a sob from escaping. Jeno’s presence kept acting like a tether for you. It always had.
Maybe he was right about the final. Maybe he wasn’t. But at that moment, engulfed in his warm, safe embrace, it felt like everything was going to be okay.
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miryum · 8 months
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Okay okay okay I feel like a genius and I know this is a lot and I’m so so sorry I just think it’s make a really compelling story!
Princess!reader is betrothed to Arthur. Neighbouring kingdoms with palaces very close together (this is important I promise). She’s like six months younger than him and it’s been set up since she was born. So she arrives at the palace, looking absolutely stunning, and she’s terrified. To his credit Arthur is very nice, very sweet. He shows her around, introduces her to people, makes sure she’s comfortable, etc..
But how could she possibly be looking at him when the middle brother is the same young boy she would secretly meet over the summer, the first boy she ever liked, kissed, and danced with around the forest before they both grew up? The boy she always thought she’d marry? The boy who is now sneaking into her chambers to kiss her absolutely breathless.
The same boy she still loves…
@bright-shiningstar I am SO SORRY that this didn't come out sooner, but every single time I looked at this request it literally made me squeal out loud, so I had to make sure it was perfect!! I think I rewrote it at least five times, so I hope you like the finished product! Thank you so much for requesting!
Buddies in the F1 world: @hey-kae @vinvantae
Warnings: Some swearing, probably some grammatical errors
Day 0
“Y/n, do you remember the Leclerc’s?” Your parents had sat you down after dinner. 
“Yes, has the agreement gone through?” Your parents had spent most of your life drafting a treaty with the Leclerc’s, offering your hand in marriage as a staple. Prince Lorenzo was married to a young queen of a neighbouring kingdom, joining the two realms. Prince Charles was deemed too old for you. So that left the youngest. Now that you were old enough, the treaty was solidified.
“We got confirmation today,” your mother said, smiling proudly. She was so pleased to see her eldest daughter married off. “Prince Arthur is officially your fiancé!”
Your younger sister leaned into your side, trying to be a rock of comfort. You weren’t completely angry about being forced into marriage (the few times you had visited the Leclerc patriarch and matriarch, they had been kind and enchanting to you. You had no reason to think that their sons would be any different.) but you were petrified. You would be moving away from your family and home. You didn’t know what lay in front of you.
“And you’re leaving tomorrow…” your mother tied the strings of your distress.
“What?” Your sister, Megan, cried out. She latched onto you, pulling you close. “That’s not fair! Why can’t she stay for another week?”
“Because the wedding is in a week,” your father explained. “The Leclerc’s have it all set up. Luckily, they’re kind enough to give you a week to acclimate yourself to their family. Chin up, darling,” he said to you. “This is a joyous occasion.”
“I mean, I would’ve preferred the middle son,” your mother whispered. “More status and closer in line for the throne, but the youngest is acceptable.” Your father rolled his eyes. 
“Why don’t you retire for the night?” your father prompted you. “You need to look your best tomorrow.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving so soon!” Your sister dragged you away from your parents. “I thought I would get more time with you.” She hummed sadly.
“Megan, it’ll be alright. I’ll make sure you’re invited to the wedding.” You felt odd reassuring her, wondering if it should be the other way around. 
“Oh, that’s right,” Megan groaned. “You’ll be Princess Y/n Leclerc in a week. That doesn’t sound right at all.”
“Why don’t we have a sleepover, hm?” You needed to distract Megan with something else, otherwise her worries would double your anxiety and stress. “Just like old times.”
“Yes!” Megan squealed and ran ahead of you. Her slippers padded down the hall. “I’ll grab my pillow!”
You grasped at this moment of silence to try and calm your racing heart. Unbeknownst to your parents and sister, the marriage to Prince Arthur wasn’t the biggest of your concerns. Your breathing was uneven and you palmed your eyes, getting rid of any semblance of tears. 
Were you ready to see Charles again?
***
You couldn’t breathe. Tears and snot obscured your face and clogged your airways. The rational part of you that would’ve been saying, someone would realise you were missing and come find you, was drowned in your fears of, oh my gosh I’m going to die alone and have to spend my few remaining days eating tree bark! 
You weren’t sure how you had run this far, but you were sure it was to be your doom. If only you had stopped by the stables to grab your pony, Newt. If only you hadn’t strayed from the path. If only you had turned around once the sun started to set. 
Internally chastising yourself, you sat down at the base of a tree. You knew that yelling would be no use and you should probably conserve your energy. You wished that you had paid more attention to those survival lessons the knights had taught you. 
“Um, excuse me?” 
Your head shot up at the sound. “Who’s there?” you called out, jumping to your feet.
“My name is Charles,” the young voice explained. You couldn’t see the owner. “Are you alright? I heard someone crying.”
“Where are you?” you demanded to know.
A boy, a couple years older than you, maybe seven or eight, stepped out from behind a tree. “Hi,” he said, smiling. He wanted to show he wasn’t a threat. “Can I help you? You seem lost.”
“Yes, I am!” You couldn’t help a new onslaught of tears. “I was walking and I guess I took a wrong turn? Are your parents somewhere around here? It’s almost dark and I need to get back.”
“My parents are at home.” Charles prompted, “but I can walk you home?”
“I don’t want you to get lost, too.” You shook your head. “Can I come with you back to your village? I’m sure there’s transportation I could find.”
“Oh, no.” Charles shrugged, causally leaving out the part that he was a prince, and if he wanted, could snap his fingers and order a ride home for you. “It’s alright. I know this forest like the back or my hand. Where do you live?”
“Uh…” You wiped your nose on your dress. “I live at the L/n castle.”
“That’s not far away at all!” Charles smiled and you grinned back, already infected by his charms. “Did you know this forest is actually the border of Enza and Haas? I don’t live that far away, either. Do you know about the Leclerc’s?”
“Yeah, my- the King and Queen,” you corrected yourself quickly. “They’re friends with them.” You weren’t sure why your five-year-old self wasn’t telling this new friend that you were royalty. Maybe you didn’t want to scare him away? 
“My family’s house is right next to their palace,” Charles said.
“We’re practically neighbours!” You stood up and beamed.
“Can I walk you home, neighbour?” Charles giggled at his joke. You nodded and grasped his hand in the trusting way only children can. 
It turned out that the Enza palace and the Haas castle weren’t far away from each other. Once the pair of new friends realised this, they made plans to meet up more often. At the Haas gates, you made sure Charles would be safe and get home quickly. He reassured you that he had explored the forest for hours and would never get lost. He promised to meet you the next day at the clearing where you had met so you knew he wasn’t being mauled to death by a pack of wolves. 
Little did you know that a great friendship and a great love was suddenly born.
Day 1
“Y/n. Y/n.” Megan placed a hand on your bouncing leg. “You're practically shaking the whole carriage. I know you’re nervous, and this is an awful thing to say, but maybe try to hide it?” 
“Sweetheart, what I believe your sister is saying, is ‘calm down’.” Your father held a piece of parchment and peered over it at you. “This is nothing to worry about.”
“Your father and I had the exact same disposition when we were your age,” your mother smiled softly at you. “I know the uncertainty you’re feeling, but trust me, it will get better.”
No it won’t, mom! You wanted to scream at her, how will it get better if the boy I used to love is living in the same palace as me?!
“I’m sure it will,” you said. A minute or so passed with Megan trying to fill the space with meaningless conversation. 
“Wait, wait!” The carriage passed a grove of trees that looked eerily familiar. “Stop! Stop the horses!” Your cries turned frantic and banged on the side of the carriage. Sticking your head out the window, you repeated your demand. The driver yanked on the reins and before it came to a complete stop, you jumped out. 
“Y/n! Where are you going?” Megan shuffled to get out after you, tripping on her dress. 
“Y/n, get back here!” Your mother cursed, yelling towards Megan, “get her back here, Megan! We’ll be late!”
You wanted to rip off your dress. It was scratching at your body and snagged on branches and twigs as you ran. You needed to make sure it was still there. Then you would go back to your family. But you just had to be sure.
“Y/n!” Megan groaned in frustration as her high-heel got caught on a tree root. She tugged on it and cried out, “You cannot simply leave!” 
“Please, just give me a moment!” you called back. The forest easily came back to you. It felt like a force was pulling you towards the clearing. 
“Do you wanna play hide and seek?” You sat on the grass, watching a nine-year-old Charles throw a ball up into the air and catch it. And then throw it back up. And catch it.
“Really?” Charles groaned. “That’s such a baby thing to do.”
“Hey!” You kicked him in the ribs. He yelled out and squirmed away. “First off, I am not a baby! And second, you’re not being very entertaining right now. I’m trying to think of things to do.” Other than having to sneak away from the castle, a hard thing about being friends with Charles was the age gap. He was entering a stage in life where he was determined to be cool and stoic and you sometimes wondered if he regretted his friendship with a little girl.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he mumbled, offering a pitiful apology.
“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, then I’ll just go back home.” You stood and slowly shuffled over to Newt, who was tied up by Charles’ horse, Scuderia. 
“Y/n, wait.” Charles suddenly appeared behind you and grabbed your arm. “I’m sorry, really. It’s rude of me to ignore you. We can play hide-and-seek.”
“No, you’re right,” you conceded. “It’s a little too childish. Wanna just talk?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool with that.” Charles couldn’t help the smile that overcame him. He didn’t know much about Y/n L/n’s personal life, but he definitely knew that you were one of his best friends. 
“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?!” Megan plucked a twig out of her hair. 
“I can’t do this,” you whispered, collapsing to the ground. The tree stood in front of you and the clearing still looked picturesque. It was where you had met with Charles all those times all those years ago. You wondered if you initials were still there or if the tree had scabbed over them. You didn’t want to check.
“What do you mean? Y/n, you can’t back out now. Mother will not allow it. Think of the Enzan royal family. This will ruin our relationship with them.” Megan crouched down next to you, sweeping your hair out of your face. You silently wondered how she matured so quickly.
“Megan, it would be better if this was a faceless prince that I had no connection to.”
“Is it not?”
“No, I-” You sighed. “Nevermind. Let’s go. I’m sorry.” 
After a tense carriage ride that consisted of your mother berating you for running off and you apologising profusely but not giving any explanation of why, the Enza palace came into view.
“Stand tall, good posture, don’t speak unless spoken to, and let your father and I handle the political aspects,” your mother reminded you. She swept your hair back into place and ran her fingers along the creases of your dress. She huffed at the dirt stains courtesy of the forest floor. “It’ll have to do. Now, come along.” A footman sprung open the carriage door and your father stepped down to victorious trumpets. He helped your mother down and the footman offered his hand to Megan who took it graciously. You refused the footman’s hand, jumping down on your own. 
“Y/n, you look dejected,” Megan whispered to you.
“And that’s because I am.” You clutched your dress and Megan huffed, wrestling your hand away. You understood her gestures and held out your arm. Megan took it and led you closer to the Enza royal family. 
“Look up,” your mother whispered. “At least look at your husband.” But it wasn’t your husband that drew your eyes. There, on the steps, was Charles Leclerc, or Charlie.
“Do you like anyone, chérie?” Charles felt odd asking this. Wasn’t it always the girls who had to be obsessed with crushes and who-liked-who? Why was he bringing this up?
“Uh… why do you ask?” You were eleven and it was weird to discuss this with a fourteen-year-old boy.
You weren’t sure how your feelings for Charles started. You guessed that because he was the only boy even remotely close to your age that you saw, it was bound to happen. 
“I don’t know,” Charles mumbled. “My older brother’s seeing someone and my younger one is now obsessed with girls. I wanted to know if you’re also caught up in this lovey-dovey stuff.” 
“Is it bad if I am?” You were afraid that Charles would ridicule and tease you for being swept up in the romance that was apparently ruining the continent. Even your sister gushed about a stable boy that she was infatuated with. 
“No, chérie,” Charles said slowly. “I just need to know if there’s another guy I need to compete with.” 
You laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Charlie. You’ll always be my number one.” 
“Good,” Charles tried to hide his smile. The butterflies in his stomach made it harder. Charlie. You called him Charlie. It was like you were trying to intoxicate him in this new thing called love.
***
When Charles heard your name for the first time in three years, he froze. And to hear it directed at his younger brother, no less. 
But when he saw you, time stopped. 
You hadn’t changed much over the three years, albeit your hair was a styled different and the way you carried yourself had stiffened. He desperately wanted to run up to you and kiss you until you both saw stars. He wanted to fold you in his arms and never let you go. He had lost you once and he wasn’t going to let that happen again. At least with you marrying his brother he would be able to see you. If he couldn’t touch you, seeing you would be enough. It would be torture, having you just within reach but unable to hold you, but it would be worse to not see you at all. 
It had been torture all these years. 
He cursed Arthur for being the youngest. If Charles had been born just after his youngest brother, he could’ve had you for himself. He cursed his heart. It wasn’t fair to fall for someone he could never have. He wondered if his parents would try to marry him off too. He wondered if he could marry someone while you were in his home. For certain, he could never love anyone as much as he loved you. Would he stay single his entire life, watching you and his brother grow old together? Would he marry someone in a loveless marriage? Or could something else happen that changed it all….? 
And then you looked at him.
Sparks ignited in his body. Then you looked at his brother. His heart was cleaved in two. Right. You weren’t there for him. He had to remember that or he would torture himself into oblivion. He already was torturing himself. Charles didn’t know if it would be better to avoid you or indulge himself in your presence. 
His father started talking to your father and Charles noticed Arthur stepping forward to greet you. Your mother pinched your side and Charles’ jaw clenched. From your stories, he didn’t like your mother, but this only solidified his opinion. 
Charles felt Lorenzo’s stare on him- the only person who knew about his rendezvous with you. Charles plastered on a smile and stayed stock-still. 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he heard Arthur say to you.
“You as well.” Your voice was just as he remembered, if not more formal. You never spoke that way to him. Your words were always filled with laughter- not diplomacy. 
“May I give you and your sister a tour of our home?” Arthur proposed. 
“That would be lovely, thank you.” Megan detached yourself from your arm so you could walk with Arthur, your sister trailing behind. You brushed past him, holding your gaze forward. It would only pain you more to see him. 
“Charles, you need to talk to her,” Lorenzo whispered harshly to him. “It won’t do anyone good to have you sadly avoiding her. Arthur can’t have his wife and his brother looking lovelorn without knowing the cause.” 
“Arthur can never know,” Charles growled. “It would make things worse.”
“He doesn’t need to know if you and Princess Y/n work things out before the wedding,” Lorenzo persisted. 
Charles took a breath and finally said, “I’ll think about it, alright?”
Day 3
Arthur had spent yesterday showing you around the Leclerc palace and luckily, it was of similar design to the Haas castle. Megan had left with a tearful goodbye, promising to visit a day before the wedding to help you prepare. Your mother left you with a kiss on the cheek and your father had hugged you tightly.
You had spent the third day in your new room, handmaidens helping you unpack and commission new dresses for you. The Steward and Housekeeper had sat you down, giving you an overview of what the wedding would entail and the customs of Enzan marriages and politics. Of course, you already knew most of it as your mother had begun drilling it into you at an early age. 
You had collapsed into bed after they had gone, too tired to join the Leclerc’s for dinner or even change out of your dress. Yet you still couldn’t find purchase in sleep. It just wouldn’t come.
It was late at night when a knock resounded on your door. You slowly peeled yourself off the bed- which didn’t feel at all like your own- and said, “Come in.” 
“Hi,” Charles softly said. 
“Oh. Hi.” You straightened up and bowed your head in a form of a curtsy.
“Don’t- don’t do that.” Charles shook his head. “I was never your superior.”
You stood silently for a while, the awkwardness resounding. It seemed like a chasm was between you two. 
“I’ve missed you,” Charles admitted carefully. 
“I missed you too,” you said. “It’s been a while, huh?” 
“Yeah,” Charles chuckled uncomfortably and you joined him. “And to see you with my brother, no less.” Your laughter stopped immediately and you looked at the ground. “Right,” Charles swallowed harshly. He couldn’t seem to unstick that lump in his throat. “Sorry. I’m sorry. For it all. I should’ve never ended-”
“I forgave you a long time ago, Charlie,” you admitted. A wave of relief passed over his face and it looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. In one sudden movement, you tumbled forward and engulfed the boy in a hug. Charles swept his arms around you, reciprocating immediately. It felt nice to have you in his arms again. It felt like home. He pressed you closer to him, inhaling. Charles placed a soft kiss to your hairline, mumbling about all the times he missed you.
“Charles? Can you promise me something?” you asked. 
“Anything.” 
“Can you promise to never leave me alone again?” Your voice sounded so small and for the third time today, you unintentionally broke his heart.
“I’m sorry, chérie. I never meant to leave you alone in the first place. But yes, I promise to always stay by your side from now on.” 
“Even though I’m betrothed to-”
“Don’t talk about that, please.” Charles shook his head. 
“Okay,” you conceded. “But what will we do? Charlie, I still love-”
Charles cut you off with an Earth-shattering kiss. His hands circled around your lower back, gripping you even closer- if that was possible. You circled your hands around his neck, running them over his shoulders and down his torso. Every dip and curve was like you remembered. His kiss was just like you remembered.
“Charles?” The newly eighteen-year-old hummed in response and you glanced over at his figure. He was laying on a soft pitch of grass that was illuminated by a stream of sunlight that broke through the trees. His eyes were closed and a small smile graced his lips, showcasing one of his dimples. He had obviously been working out, and he had nicely grown into his body. He was wearing a loose tunic that highlighted his arms. The curve of his muscles made your heart jump a little quicker. You loved these moments with him alone, and you would be damned if your title of royalty got in the way. “Have you ever thought about growing up?”
“Sure I have,” Charles said. “What about it?”
Your brows settled into a frown. “My parents have started talking to me about marriage.”
“Already?” Charles opened one eye to find you already looking at him. Your hands were clasped over your stomach and fiddled together with anxiety. “You have a few more years.”
“Yes, but they want to lock down a husband before it’s too late,” you explained. “Apparently, I’m already betrothed. I just don’t know to whom.”
“You’re already married?!” Charles sat up on an elbow, looking incredulously at you.
“No,” you scoffed. “It’s synonymous with being engaged.”
“Geez,” Charles exhaled and laid back down. “I didn’t realise I was pining after a practically married woman.”
“Excuse me?!” 
Charles smirked. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner, chérie. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.” 
“Charlie.” The nickname made his facade drop and his heart rate rise. Was it all a big mistake? Did he just throw away this coveted friendship that he had worked so hard to cultivate? “Are you serious?” 
“As serious as death,” Charles whispered. 
“Death?” You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape. “Couldn’t you choose another word? Death sounds so cruel.”
“What other word would you like me to use to express my love for you?” Charles joined in your laughter, and once again, you relished in the sound. 
“I don’t care.” You rolled onto your side and Charles copied your actions, taking your hand in his. His fingers tapped over yours as if planning out the wedding dance. “Just so long as I can say it back.” 
It was all you could imagine for a first kiss. 
You gasped, pulling back from the boy you loved. “Charlie, I can’t do this. I- I’m about to marry your brother, for goodness sake! I can’t be kissing you and- and-”
“I know, chérie, I know,” Charles stepped back and he instantly missed your touch. “But I love you too. And I can’t bear seeing you so close, but knowing I can’t feel and love you. It hurts. It hurts being away from you.”
“Charlie… we can’t.” It pained you to say it, but it was true. You weren’t about to be the type of person who cheated on their husband with their brother. Even if it was for love, you still had morals.
“You’re not married yet,” Charles tried to smile. “Let me come to your room at night. Just to talk to you. Just to be around you. We’re still best friends, are we not?”
You chuckled sadly. “You always find a way to bend the rules, huh, Charlie?”
“For you, I’d do anything.”
Day 4
“I wish we could have met under better circumstances,” Arthur admitted. “You’re an incredibly nice girl and I have a feeling we would’ve made good friends. I mean, we’ll still make good friends, but what I’m trying to say-”
You let out a light laugh. “I get it, Arthur. I think we’ll make good friends too.” 
“How are you adjusting?” your fiancé asked. “Are you comfortable? How’s your room? We can repaint it, or redecorate if you wish?” 
“Arthur!” You chuckled at the boy’s concern. “Everything is perfectly fine! Thank you. You’re making this transition much easier.” 
“Well, I want to make sure my future wife enjoys herself,” Arthur shrugs. You stilled at his words. “And I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends. Maybe they could become your friends too?”
“Sure,” you agreed. Arthur proceeded to lead you around the palace, presenting you to a series of guards, dukes and duchess, butlers and maids. You met Earl Carlos, Duke Pierre, Baron Daniel, Knight Max, Lady Carla, and attendees such as Lily, Lewis and his daughter, Lando, Sara, and Esteban. They all seemed extremely accommodating and pleased to meet you. Everyone promised to help you through your time in Enza and to be loyal to their new princess. Arthur hovered a hand over your lower back the entire time, and as much as you appreciated the gesture, it didn’t feel the same as Charles’ touch.
“Arthur?” Like you had summoned him, Charles appeared behind you. “Mother and Father are requesting your presence in the throne room. It’s about finalising the formalities for… your wedding.” 
“Yes, of course,” Arthur nodded. “Can you keep Princess Y/n company, Charles?”
“Anything, brother.” Charles clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “Did I ever congratulate the two of you?” 
Arthur’s brow twitched and you wondered if he could also see the buried sadness in Charles’ eyes. “No, but I’ll gladly take it now.” 
“Well, congratulations. You’re lucky Maman and Papa found you a good one.”
“Yes, I am.” Arthur pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your cheek before rushing off to his parents. Agonous jealousy was splayed on Charles face the moment Arthur turned away.
“I don’t know how many times I can say this in four days, but I’ve missed you,” Charles said, a sweet, awkward smile on his face as he shoved his hands in his pockets, stepping towards you. “Whenever I’m away from you I miss you.” 
“And I don’t know how I’m going to stay away from you if you keep proclaiming your love for me.” You reached out and touched his forearm.
“Then don’t stay away.” Charles wrapped you in a hug and you felt yourself giving in. “I can talk to my parents and I’m sure if we just explain the situation, they’ll understand. We could get married and be together. Arthur could marry a princess from Wolff or whoever he wanted! Y/n, we could-”
“Charlie, my love, what of my parents?” you asked. “They signed an agreement about me and Arthur. Not me and you. As much as I love the situation you’re describing, as much as I love the possibility of being with you, it’s impossible. Unless you can convince my parents otherwise, which is impossible, it’s not going to happen.”
Charles hummed, slowly separating himself from you in fear of someone seeing your embrace. “Then the least I can do is try.” 
You tied up Newt, silently counting down the minutes until Charles arrived. The seconds ticked by and you sat down at the base of the tree that had your initials carved into it next to Charles’. You traced Charles’ initials with your finger, still in the euphoria of love. It was only a couple weeks ago that you and Charles had confessed your love for each other and he couldn’t seem to stop saying it whenever he had the chance. It became greeting, conversation starter, and goodbye. 
But for some reason, Charles seemed to be late today. As time ticked by, a light mist coated the air. Normally, he was early, even getting to the clearing before you, but you tried not to worry. He probably had some duties to attend to, like you had had a couple weeks ago. You had apologised profusely to Charles, but he had forgiven you with the price of a kiss.
Newt started to get restless after twenty minutes and the mist turned into drizzle. You, now eighteen, fished out an apple to calm him down. It was another fifteen minutes before Scuderia showed up, Charles practically standing in the saddle, rain dripping down his body. “Charles!” You stood up, waving him towards you. Instead of the brilliant grin that usually graced his face whenever he saw you, a frown was burrowed into his brow. “What’s wrong?” 
“Chérie,” Charles didn’t even bother to tie Scuderia up before bundling you in his arms and peppering kisses to your forehead, temples, cheeks, and nose. He twirled you around so his arms were crossed in front of you, cradling you, and started kissing your neck, collarbone, and earlobes. 
“Charlie,” you laughed lightly. “What are you doing?”
“My chérie, mon amour, I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to end like this.” 
“Charles,” you spun around in his arms, taking his face in your hands. You gently caressed his cheek in an attempt to calm him down. “You’re scaring me. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” 
“I love you, you know that, right?” Charles assured you. You nodded along. “Then you have to believe me when I say it pains me that I can’t meet you here anymore.”
“What?” Your heart dropped and your stomach twisted. “Why?” 
“My mom and dad are getting suspicious, chérie. I think they know I’m meeting a girl out in the forest,” Charles tried to explain it to you but you just became more confused with every word. “I’ve already turned down one marriage proposal and they’ll get frustrated if I turn down another.” 
“You’ve done what?” You stepped back from him and Charles’ hands reached out, trying to keep you close to him. You backed up, away from him, until you could feel Newt at your back. “You never told me about that.” 
“I didn’t think it was important,” Charles argued. “But what I’m trying to say is that I think it’s best if we take a pause on the meetings for now. My parents are already breathing down my neck and it doesn’t help that you’re betrothed. Lorenzo found out about you and I’m worried what will happen if someone else does too.” 
“Charlie, you turned down a marriage proposal?” You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. “You could’ve had a wife by now? And who cares if Lorenzo knows about me?! I almost- it feels like you’re embarrassed about me?” It came out like a question. You tangled a hand in Newt’s mane, hoping for some sort of stability. “You never cared about my betrothal before this. Why now?” Charles swallowed and you could see a war debating in his mind. “Answer me, Charles,” you demanded. “What happened that made you bring this up?” 
Charles took a deep breath and said, “you’re the princess of Haas, aren’t you? It all makes sense. Your betrothal, your outfits, your manner of speaking. I thought you were just a duchess or countess, but no. You’re the princess.”
You weren’t sure how to answer. How did you find out? seemed too accusatory. I thought you knew? was too deflective. What does it matter? was too aggressive. You settled on saying, “yes. And you’re Prince Charles Leclerc. I’ve kind of always known.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles whispered.
“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “It never really came up. Some part of me thought you knew- thought you had connected the dots and just accepted it. I didn’t intentionally hide it from you. I’m sorry.”
“Y/n,” Charles started. “I can’t hang out with you anymore.” The beginning of tears pricked at the back of your eyes and your face grew hot. You opened your mouth to say something, but Charles beat you to it. “It’s not proper for us to visit each other outside of the court. If people found out they could…” He trailed off and shook his head. “I’m sorry, my chérie.”
You couldn’t meet his eye, instead focusing on a patch of wilted flowers. “Okay,” is all you could say. “Goodbye, Charles.” Newt’s mane was slick with rain as you climbed on. Your horse seemed to sense your urgency and quickly wove through the trees, leaving Charles behind. You wiped at your eyes, letting Newt take full control. You regretted it when a branch snagged on your arm and you cried out, a line of blood starting to appear. When you returned to the Haas castle, Megan didn’t question it when you collapsed on your bed, instead opting to help you change out of your rain-soaked dress before curling up with you under the covers. 
Little did you know, Charles was still sitting in that clearing, silently crying. Scuderia bumped his nose against Charles, but the prince just pushed him away.
Day 6
“So, what’re you going to do about it?” Megan asked.
“Absolutely nothing,” you admitted. “There’s nothing I can do. The treaty has been signed, the preparations are underway, and Arthur…” You sighed before continuing, “he’s really nice. I could envision a future with him.”
“But what about Prince Charles?” Megan sat on your bed, the night before the wedding. You had given in and told her everything. “Can you envision a future with him?”
“I want a future with him.”
A deeper voice whispered, “I want a future with you too.” Charles stood at your door, and peeking out behind him was Arthur.
“Shit,” Megan muttered.
“What are you doing here?” You stood up, eyes flickering to Charles before sheepishly locking eyes with Arthur. “Prince Arthur… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”
“No, no,” the boy reassured you, his small, anxious smile seeming almost… hopeful. “You’re a wonderful girl and an even better friend, but you’re not who I would’ve chosen to marry. No offence,” he quickly added. “We just don’t click. We don’t have that same spark that you and Charles do. And, well, I kind of have my sights set on someone else. Charles explained it all to me.”
You laughed. “Guess we really are the perfect pair, huh? Both pining after other people.”
“And you after my brother?” Arthur joked, gasping dramatically. “How unfaithfully devious of you.”
“Oh, shut up.” 
“What does this mean, then?” Megan asked for you. “We can’t just swap Charles out for Arthur at the wedding.”
Arthur grinned and said, “Why not?” He slung an arm around Charles, clapping him on the chest. “Guess you’re getting married, big brother.”
Charles laughed loudly before turning to look at you. “Y/n L/n, will you marry me tomorrow?” 
Your lips separated in half shock and half elation. “I- I… yes! Though I admit, I expected something a bit more extravagant.”
“Chérie, I’m just upholding my promise.” Charles opened his arms cheekily and even though you were confused by his words, you fell into them, happy to be able to hold him in the presence of others.
“Hmm?”
“You don’t remember?” He lifted an eyebrow, throwing you his signature smirk.
You tossed a ball to Charles who threw it back.  “Anything new in your life?” he asked.
“Nope. You?”
“Nope.”
After a minute of silence Charles said, “Let’s make a deal.”
“Alright, what is it?”
“If, in ten years, we still have the same, boring lives,” You scoffed at his words. “then we get married and make our lives un-boring, together.”
After a moment’s deliberation, it didn’t seem like a bad deal to an eight-year-old. “Okay,” you readily agreed. “But I doubt my life will be boring in ten years.”
“Sure…” Charles snickered at you. “I’ll let you believe that.”
“How can you not remember my completely legitimate marriage proposal?” Charles scoffed quietly, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours.
“Well, pardon me for not remembering something you said thirteen years ago,” you tapped him on the chest.
“How could you not remember a proposal?” Charles asked. 
“I would like to know the answer to that as well,” Megan spoke up. 
“Well, does it matter as long as I say ‘yes’?”
“No, I guess not,” Charles beamed as he bent down to kiss you.
Day 7
Charles kissed you again, but this time it was in front of an altar, before a crowd, and with you wearing white. 
Surprisingly, it hadn’t took much convincing for your parents to understand the situation. Apparently, Charles had stayed true to his word and contacted your parents, explaining everything. Your father was just relieved you were still marrying someone and your mother had always preferred Charles anyway. King and Queen Leclerc, after hearing of the years of meetings you and Charles had shared, were more than thrilled. They were eager for you to join their family and a marriage of love always went better than a marriage of politics. 
The wedding was already planned, the chefs already prepping, and the priest already booked. All they needed was to switch out Arthur’s name for Charles’.
“May I present Prince and Princess Leclerc of Enza!” The priest announced to thunderous applause.
“Hello, chérie,” Charles whispered and his nose bumped against yours. “Or should I say, Princess Leclerc?”
“I like that name best,” you grinned.
“I do too,” Charles admitted.
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fairykazu · 3 months
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SKETCHES OF YOU // kaeya x gn! reader contents: friends to lovers, modern au with visions, requited love notes: the dividers were made by @/cafekitsune masterlist
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you and kaeya were on a picnic date. well, not a date. it originally was going to be a hangout with all your friends like albedo and rosaria. but they all managed to bail out, leaving you and kaeya alone. "huh, i can't believe they managed to bail out so fast? i've been planning this for weeks!" you cried to kaeya as you both set down the blanket to sit on. he smoothed out the creases in the blanket,
"rosaria told me she had a shift and albedo needed to take care of klee." kaeya replied, pulling the basket onto the floor. you sighed,
"i know... im just so sad because we havent had time to hang out at all."
"hey. at least you have me here." kaeya said as you glanced at him. somehow, he always manages to look picture perfect. he's such the perfect muse. you pulled out a sketchbook from your tote bag, given by kaeya, onto your lap. kaeya picked off a strawberry from one of the tupperware, eating it. the light made kaeya look ethereal. out of this world, even.
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kaeya noticed how your attention wasn't really on what he was doing but him specifically. he was about to ask you what you were doing but he heard the soft pencil strokes, and your tongue is sticking out.
oh of course, you were drawing... him?
"whatcha drawin', name?" he asked as you hummed in response. that really answers everything doesn't it.
"you. stay still please." you answered, placing your pencil down and framing kaeya with your fingers. he rolled his eyes but stayed still despite his attutude.
"if no one would eat the food, it will get cold."
"use my vision." your dominant hand stayed in the exact position of where you left off in the drawing. your other hand jingling with your pyro vision. you tossed it to the cryo wielder who just caught your vision, and he thanked the archons that it didn't slip out of his hands.
after twenty-ish minutes, he was impaitent and his bones are crunching on him. the blue haired male asked, "are you done yet?"
he moved a bit closer to you, you could feel the warmth from his face. unfortunately, he did move from his spot. you shooed him away, "no and stop moving."
"this isn't an oil painting, name. hey, do you think i'd draw better than you?"
you rolled your eyes, "sure, kae." you pulled out a paper from your sketchbook to kaeya and a clipboard. "go ahead, draw me." you were already finished with your sketch of kaeya. you picked up a sandwich that was shaped like a heart.
"okay."
"are you done, name?" he believed that you were still working on the same sketch as last time.
"yes, are you, kae?"
"yes. ok, reveal in three."
"1"
"2"
"3!!!"
one drawing was created with grace and passion and the other was kaeya's. kaeya's drawing of you was messy and he really did try his best. you snifled a laugh,
"it's beautiful kaeya. i'll frame this and put this above my bed."
"thank you." he replied, picking up the drawing you did for him. you may have made him look more charming as usual or at least thats what you think. "you even got my charms correct... i mean, it's not as wonderful as mine but i'll frame this too."
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thee-great-enigma · 4 months
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not a request but... kaeya in a corset. kae in a nice fancy corset that's all delicate laces and tight silks, flush against his pretty form. I'm DEAD he's so hot auhhhh. that's all I can think about... just thought I'd put that image in ur head ❤️
ps I do a little dance when I see a notif w your username in my activity cuz ur comments n writings r so good auuu hope u have a great day/night💫💫
Oh my gosh tysm. Kaeya is way too damn pretty for his own good I swear. I'd like to thank you for this image, I'll keep it in my Kaeya filing cabinet forever. He's so pretty I can't even 😩 😩 😩 😩 😩 Also, you have no idea how awesome you just made me feel reading this. This is my first ask, plus I really really look up to you because you're writing is so good. Like I've read your mahogany series (mainly the Kaeya one) again and again. You're literally like the best 💙💙💙
Not a request but I'm gonna write for it anyway bc you deserve it ^μ^
Pairing: Kaeya Alberich x male reader
Summery: Kaeya wears a fancy lacey corset and reader gets a little too horny (there will be a part 2 for the smut, I've just gotta work out some stuff)
POV: 2nd person (you, yours, yourself)
Notes: Reader is male and referred to as (?), gonna do a part 2 for this of the actual smut, kind of rushed?
Warnings: •⚠️⚠️⚠️• uhhhhh horniness ×10, pretty Kae, simping behavior, ripped clothing, idk if this counts but corset horniness, male genitalia mentioned a little bit, uh Idrk, if I missed any let me know 😗
Leave the corset on.
You fiddled with one of the calla lilies in the bouquet. He was taking an awfully long time.
See, a few hours ago, you'd decided to actually go to the windblume festival this year with someone you really liked. Kaeya Alberich. You knew he probably had a bunch of people in Monstadt drooling over him, which is why you wanted to ask him as soon as possible. So you'd invited him out to Windrise and told him you needed to tell him something really important. He'd chuckled and given you a knowing look as if he could already guess what you wanted to ask. But you'd rushed off before he could do anything but nod.
"Sorry (?), I got a bit held up with the Acting Grand Master." Said the familiar, silky voice of Monstadt's Cavalry Captain, and Monstadt's most beautiful man. Monstadt's most beautiful man who'd clipped his little longer portion of hair into a high ponytail and combed his bangs back a bit to accentuate his face. His pretty little face. Which currently had a slight bit of shimmering highlighter on his defined cheekbones, a few beads of sweat on his forehead, and bright blue eyeliner forming a small wing at the corner of his narrow, bright eye.
"No troubles. Oh here, this is for you. Sorry I may have picked at the petals a bit." You said with a shy giggle, handing him the small bouquet of calla lilies. As he smiled and grabbed it, you noticed something. A corset. Kaeya already had a slim waist, he didn't need a corset, but he looked so good wearing one. It was navy blue and lacey, satin trim. It hugged his petite figure perfectly and made his chest look delicious delightful.
"—llo? Hello? World to (?). Anybody in there?" You hadn't even heard what Kaeya had said a few seconds prior. The only reason you noticed he was speaking was because he got close to your face and gently grabbed your chin, making you look at his face instead of his perfect little hips that looked like they'd fit wonderfully into the palms of your hands.
"Oh! Oh uh....yeah sorry. Guess I got distracted. What were you saying?" You questioned, giving a nervous chuckle and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to stand in a way that his the growing bulge in your pants. You couldn't fathom how horny you had to be to get hard just seeing Kaeya in a corset. You felt a little ashamed.
"I asked what you wanted to talk about. You didn't bring me here just to give me a bouquet did you? Not that I'd mind, since I got to see you even if for just a fleeting moment." Kaeya gave a sly chuckle, a hint of knowingness behind that fake innocence in his gaze.
He was teasing. And it was working.
"Oh—I uh...I just um..." Fuck fuck fuck. You'd rehearsed this in the mirror, written it down in a notebook a million times like a script, contemplated writing it on your hand, you'd even practiced it while walking to the big tree. So why couldn't you get it out now? "I just w– wanted to know if you'd like um...to go to the Windblume festival with me. I mean, I'd understand if you're already going with someone, or i– if you just didn't want to go or um—" "I'd love to."
It took you a second to register Kaeyas words, standing dumbfounded. "W– What?" "I'd love to go to the Windblume festival with you, (?)." You had to conceal every reaction that threatened to leak out of you right then and there. And that bastard was just smiling innocently, looking all polite and pretty. You played it off with a chuckle, holding both hands in front of the increasingly tightening tent in your pants, trying to hide it. You couldn't get the images out of your head, images of him—
"(?)? You look nervous. Is something wrong?"
"What? Uh n—" You wanted to say no. But something was very much wrong. The problem was that he wasn't sitting naked underneath you with a fucked out expression on his face, your cock buried deep inside him. That's what was wrong. "Actually. Yeah."
"Oh? Well I'd be happy to help with anything."
"Anything?"
"Of course, dear (?)."
"Then sit on that root, take off your clothes and spread your pretty little legs. Oh and uh....leave the corset on."
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Reader rn. Also thanks @silkval for this amazing idea. Like I truly look up to you man/girl/non-binary pal. I legit like did a happy little yell I'm so glad no body heard me, I sounded like a five year old who just found a bunch of candy
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JOB: BABYSITTING!
where you leave them with your sibling for a few days because you're going on a trip to fontaine. how will they handle it? mix edition. gn!reader. kaeya. zhongli. ayato. kaveh. pantalone.
authors note: rather than chores, i decided on babysitting hehe, it's the same thing... kidding. last post before opening my requests to celebrate 100 followers! (VOCAB, WHERE?)
edit: i am now open for requests! check the rules here.
word count ৎ୭ 3.1k 11.10.2022
penned by @doctorheusch
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The entirety of Mondstadt City knows that the Cavalry Captain of the Favonian Knights is meticulous in his work. Deception is threaded into the words he spoke and his bearing in every battle is one of class. So what is there to think when Kaeya Alberich is seen walking around with a toddler in his arms, his usual cool demeanor shattered by how he answers the child's babble with his own? The citizens can only rub their eyes yet they felt a strange warmth emanating from him.
How can he not feel warm? His significant other trusted him enough to leave their precious little sibling in his care! Kaeya pledged to protect your kin with his life. Your sibling Nov, short for November, is the sole child he actively handled aside from Klee. He knows adequate information about how to tend to children, though he still can't help but worry. What if he accidentally makes Nov cry? Kaeya certainly won't forgive himself for causing such a lovely kid to cry. If you didn't punish him then he would do it himself.
Feeling a small palm patting his cheek, the Cavalry Captain looked at Nov who gazed back at him with an expectant stare. “You're hungry, aren't you?” He probed, tickling Nov's tummy which the one-year-old giggled at, “Then let's head back to Headquarters, okay? I'll pick some Sunsettias on the way. Your older sibling mentioned that they are your favorite.”
As if understanding the man's words, Nov happily clapped his tiny hands as he watched the scenery change whilst Kaeya walked. They are currently in Springvale because the Cavalry Captain needed to question a hunter for a new case assigned by the Acting Grandmaster. It is around lunch, he is guilty of slightly rushing his interrogation so he won't miss Nov's meal time. Kaeya would've continued at his pace but it's different now that he had a child to care for. Making his way to the city gate, he is reminded of how you said, “Never let Nov eat sugar. He's a devil when he intakes even a little!”
Kaeya somehow didn't take it seriously. How can the toddler in his arms who is making bubbles with saliva be a devil? Maybe you were exaggerating. “Are you a devil?” He asked Nov, letting the child hold his pointer finger, “You aren't, right? They were just overstating.”
Oh, how wrong he was.
Klee came to visit his office when she heard from Jean that Kaeya is taking care of a baby. She was so excited to meet someone younger than her that she brought an assortment of goodies. One of those is a candy with a jelly-like consistency, perfect for Nov to eat. The Cavalry Captain fed him a little of it and left the children to play on the floor as he wrote his report. He trusted Klee to be attentive, she is not as irresponsible as she is when it comes to her bombs. So when there was a sudden shout of “Uncle Kaeya!” from her, he immediately raised his head, just in time to witness Nov toppling over a large plant vase with his small body.
“November!” Kaeya slid over his desk, not caring for his paperwork, and ran to Nov, afraid that the vase would hit the toddler. Before he could reach though, Klee already carried Nov with all her might, quickly taking cover behind a nearby armchair. The oldest in the room sighed in relief as he took both Klee and Nov in each arm, the toddler laughed and clapped, clearly finding what he instigated amusing. Meanwhile, Klee is silent. Kaeya glanced at her and was surprised, seeing tears.
“I'm sorry! I should have watched Nov more carefully.” Klee sobbed, obviously feeling remorseful and frightened. Kaeya's eyes grew gentle, Klee didn't do anything wrong, she even saved Nov but perhaps she blames herself because of the impending doom that could have happened. “Listen, Klee.” He spoke, setting her down on the couch as he seated himself beside her, “Were you the one who told Nov to topple the vase?”
Klee shook her head.
“That's right. Nov did it on his own and if you weren't there to alert me and carry him away in time then we wouldn't be sitting here right now.” He placed his free hand on top of her head and gently patted, “I'm proud of you. Looks, Nov agrees.”
The toddler in question leaned his body forward and also patted Klee on her cheek, making a sound of happiness. Klee smiled and wiped her tears. “And you, Mister.” Kaeya turned to Nov, poking his nose, “You're not allowed to crawl if there are breakables in the room.”
He's glad that he didn't feed Nov the mashed Sunsettias, who knows what kind of Hell would've been raised?
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Never in his immortal life did he think he'll be looking after a child. Sure, he has seen many of these little mortal beings but didn't take the initiative to approach them much less take care of their needs. Jade, your younger sister, is a quiet toddler. She didn't chortle like other babies nor even make a fuss. Zhongli started to doubt if she is truly a toddler or not, to his knowledge, her silence isn't normal. During his time off work, ignoring the Director's words that Jade is just different from other kids, he brought her to Bubu Pharmacy. It's better to be safe than sorry. You haven't talked about your sister's personality much so he didn't know what to make of her unnerving quietness.
“Mr. Zhongli, to what do I owe this honor?” Baizhu greeted him at the entrance, the white snake around his neck– Changsheng, also taking an interest as she moved herself forward to look at the child in Zhongli's arms. “So small.” She hissed, her tongue slithering out of her mouth. Baizhu glanced at Jade and chuckled, “Is this child your hidden offspring?”
“I am afraid not, she is my partner's younger sibling.” The Lord of Geo fixed his hold on Jade, making sure she didn't feel uncomfortable, “Doctor Baizhu, I am here to inquire if it's normal for children at this age to be silent that they're not even causing a commotion like most children do?”
“Does she normally makes a racket?” Baizhu approached Jade with a slender finger and tickled her tummy, receiving no response, just a blink of tiny doe-like eyes, “I am not sure, (Y/N) did not describe their sister's disposition to me and I am concerned that something is wrong.”
“I see. To observe her further, would you allow me to introduce her to our Qiqi?” Baizhu continued, “Perhaps having other children around her would encourage her nature to show.” Zhongli knew that Qiqi is harmless so he nodded, he must be patient in this process for medical issues are fragile and not to be rushed. Baizhu escorted him and Jade into a separate room. Qiqi was quietly arranging various herbs when the group entered, she ceased in her movements at the sight of the toddler.
“A baby?” She walked over, looking up at the child in Zhongli's hold. The zombie child didn't see such a small human specimen in her life. Kids she meets or sees are already around her age or older. Baizhu saw the interest Qiqi displayed and he patted her head, “Yes, Qiqi. This is Jade, do you remember Mister Zhongli?”
Wordlessly shaking her head in response, Qiqi gently tugged on Zhongli's pants, wanting to meet Jade. The man complied with her wishes and knelt so that the children will be at eye-to-eye level. Baizhu observed the moment, his hand supporting his chin as he pondered. Jade's reaction to seeing Qiqi is similar to her normal face, however, the doctor saw a glint of curiosity. Qiqi lightly poked the younger girl's cheek, feeling how chubby she is, she poked again, “Baby soft.”
Zhongli chuckled, “She is, isn't she?”
“Mm.” Qiqi nodded, about to poke Jade's cheek but was stopped by the small hand wrapping around her finger. Zhongli watched as Jade made a sound of joy or what he guessed is joy, it was a mere babble but enough to make him feel relieved. “How about we leave the children to play here?” Baizhu has concluded something, “I have come to notice what is wrong.”
“Very well.” Zhongli made sure there were no hazardous things in the room before following Baizhu out, leaving Jade to play with Qiqi, “May I know what's wrong, Doctor Baizhu?”
“It is nothing serious. Jade is a shy toddler, more timid than others. She is uncomfortable with strangers based on her bland response to my touch earlier, nevertheless, when Qiqi approached, she gave a reaction. I am mostly certain that Jade responds to people similar to her.” Baizhu smiled, “Saying this, she doesn't seem to be uncomfortable around you, Mister Zhongli.”
Zhongli pondered. Indeed, Jade showed signs of uneasiness when Hu Tao wanted to carry her. She turned her head, it was a small movement that passed his attention but she was conveying her feelings. The ex-Geo Archon coughed in his balled hand to hide a growing smile, why did he feel happy knowing that he was accepted by Jade?
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As the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato is a busy man with his everyday schedule packed with meetings and tasks. Nevertheless, he didn't hesitate to agree when you asked him to take care of your little brother Mikazuki. Why would he refuse his lover's request? Besides, it's just babysitting. He can have Thoma attend to Mikazuki while he's working. The Kamisato Clan's caretaker didn't mind watching the toddler, he was happy even. Thoma wouldn't admit it but his life on the estate is somewhat lonely when his Master and Mistress are both engaged in their work. Of course, he understands that they need to do so, that's why he never bothered them.
Thus, the journey of a man and a baby began. Thoma carried Mika through the house, showing the child things he couldn't understand yet the colorful vibrancy of each one made him babble. “This is the late Madam's fan, isn't it beautiful?” Thoma asked, pointing at the framed fan, preserved for all to see, “I haven't met the late Madam but I'm sure she's as lovely as Miss Ayaka!”
“Thoma? Did you call me?” Speak of the devil, Kamisato Ayaka appeared at the end of the hall after hearing her name. She is surprised to see Thoma carrying a baby and talking to it animatedly, “Who is our little friend?”
“Oh! Miss, have you finished your task?” Thoma walked to her, the child in his arms curiously looking at the newcomer, “And this is Mikazuki, the younger brother of (Y/N)! Isn't he cute?”
“Hello there, Mikazuki. You are truly adorable.” Ayaka fussed over the child with sparkles in her eyes, clearly excited. However, she remembered she still had a mission to complete so she reluctantly sighed, “Unfortunately, my assignment is not concluded yet so I'll have to leave once more.”
Thoma nodded, adjusting his hold on Mikazuki as Ayaka played with the toddler's hand, “Alright, Miss. I'll let Master know.”
“Thank you, Thoma. I'll be taking my leave then. See you both later!”
The caretaker then set his course to Ayato's office while continuing his one-sided conversation with Mikazuki which the baby returned with chortles. This is the sight Ayato looked up to, his hand stopping in the middle of writing a sentence as your words rang in his mind, “Mikazuki quickly gets attached to people who give him their attention. He is a baby after all. Looking at him so happy would always be enough to make my day.”
Ayato planned to care for Mikazuki after finishing his work but seeing him so close to his retainer, he placed his pen down and stood up. It is not that he didn't trust Thoma, nevertheless, it is him you asked to watch Mikazuki so he must fulfill it. “Tho–” The Yashiro Commissioner was about to speak but the words that Mikazuki suddenly spluttered made him stop. What did he say?
“Baba!” Mikazuki patted Thoma's shoulder with a palm with a gummy grin. This made Thoma brighten like a seelie, “Oh my gosh! Mikazuki talked! Did you hear it, Master?” Hearing no response, Thoma turned his head to look at Ayato who is smiling rather strangely, “Master?”
“Yes, I heard it loud and clear. Mikazuki's first words must be celebrated.” In an instant, the baby that was once in Thoma's arms disappeared and materialized in Ayato's, “Thoma, go prepare a small dinner for us and Mikazuki.”
“Yes, Master!” The caretaker gladly obeyed Ayato's order, making his way to the kitchen, oblivious to his Master's internal dilemma. Mikazuki peeked at Ayato, wondering why this person unexpectedly grabbed him. His gaze is returned when Ayato held his tiny hand and asked, “Can you say it again, Mikazuki?”
Not understanding the Commissioners words, Mikazuki tilted his head and patted Ayato's cheek, “Baba?”
The satisfied chuckle Ayato gave made Mikazuki clap his hands together. Ayato lightly rubbed the little boy's head, “That's right.”
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Kaveh cursed the mission you were forced to take in Fontaine. Regardless, what can he do? It's not like he could fight the people that demanded your presence. For crying out loud, he's your partner! He should be a top priority, however, he also knew he couldn't be your top responsibility when the toddler on the floor beats him. Vanah. The sworn enemy he was asked to take care of. If it was another person, he wouldn't bother, but it's you who gave such a request.
Alhaitham didn't show any signs of appeal to the duo who are staring holes at each other. His roommate came back to their dorm, stating that staying in your shared home felt empty without you and he didn't mind since he knows Kaveh is sentimental. The Scribe continued to read his book as Kaveh spoke to Vanah, “Listen, kid. Here are the rules. One, don't disturb me. Two, do not make a commotion. Three, if you want someone to play with, go play with that guy in the corner.”
“Do you want me to lock you out of this room, Kaveh?” Alhaitham warned yet Kaveh ignored him, picking the little girl up from the floor and placing her on the wide table. There is a myriad of colors, paints, and papers laid out. Kaveh has prepared these in advance. He has a project to finish so he can't watch over Vanah all the time. The blonde guessed that children in her age already developed an interest in art. Looking at the child taking a color and clumsily drawing on the papers, he nodded to himself. Everything is under control.
Or maybe not. He spoke too soon.
Vanah did create a masterpiece but it didn't land on any of the papers. Instead, it's scribbled on the table surface itself.
“I swear on Lesser Lord Kusanali...” Kaveh sighed, not bothering to clean since he needed to finish his project outline. He only took a peek at Vanah's colorful drawing but didn't expect for himself to suddenly stand and look at the irregular shapes and angles. His eyes filled with inspiration, “Vanah, you're a genius!” Kaveh threw her a little high and caught her as soon as she descended, happy to finally find inspiration for his next project, “Maybe you'll become a great architect like me.”
“What happened to your rules?” Alhaitham who was silent the whole time sarcastically retorted which Kaveh waved at, “Don't mind that guy, Vanah! Come, let's finish my project together.”
Kaveh wouldn't openly admit it but Vanah may not be so bad after all.
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The Northland Bank runs on blood and tears which is partly the literal truth. Pantalone narrowed his eyes at the kidnappers who dared take the sleeping children under his watch, “Where are they?” He asked, his patience slowly running thin. The twins are your siblings that you entrusted for him to look after. However, when he thought they were safely slumbering, he was suddenly alarmed when the Fatui Agent he sent to wake them up hurriedly reported their absence, “I will not ask again. Where are the twins?”
“I swear, Lord Harbinger! They ran off on their own.” The man who is kneeling blurted, shivering at Pantalone's piercing gaze, “They disappeared around the premise near Zapolyarny Palace.”
“So you're telling me that a pair of three-year-olds managed to escape the grasp of adults like you?” Pantalone turned around and walked away, “Pathetic.”
The Regrator knew how playful those kids were but he didn't expect this quality of theirs to be helpful one day. After organizing and deploying his faction to search for them, he also set out personally, thinking of the multiple places those brats may have gone to. A memory suddenly played from the back of his mind, “The twins like Dottore's lab for some reason.” You were complaining, “But I worry they may get into trouble there.”
Why, of course. If there's anything that fascinated those two, it would be Dottore's experiments. They are double the trouble already and adding the Doctor doesn't really help. Quickly changing his trail toward the laboratory, he arrived to the children weeping, hugging a segment of the Harbinger who hasn't returned from his plans in Sumeru. Ah, are they attached to that specific segment of Dottore's? Or did they mistaken it for him? Pantalone didn't know which applies so he carefully stood over the crying twins.
His shadow attracted their attention, they looked up at him in unison. Pantalone could see their resemblance to you although they're fraternal twins. Did they inherit their good-looks from you? He wondered but that is the least of his concerns at present.
“Panty!” They exclaimed, new tears forming as they ran to him and held onto his coat. As much as he despised that nickname, it isn't time to be berating them. He knew they must encounter scenarios like this as they grow up so he caressed their heads, feeling how they trembled against him, “Rin. Ran. Dottore is on his way home, the one you are crying over is his segment.”
“We know...” Ran trailed off, clutching at Pantalone's coat tighter, “He's still a friend.”
“Ran is right.” Rin continued her brothers words, she looked at the unmoving segment and buried her face in his coat, “Everyone is a friend.”
“I admire your loyalty towards your friends.” Pantalone helplessly chuckled, he needed to remind them that reality is harsher than it is, “What did I say?”
The twins turned their gazes to him, their eyes having a glow amidst their tears, “The world runs on blood and tears.”
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Sweater Weather. | J.JH (M) Part 3 <3
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prologue- “I want you.” + “I want to look at your face as we do it.”
tw- friend’s older brother!jaehyun x fem!y/n. sungchan is jaehyun’s younger brother. y/n has the fattest crush on jae and he finds it rly cute. Fluff and SMUT in this part <3. Soft smut. Soft dom jaehyun. Praising. Jae wants to take care of y/n. After care mention. Mirror is in use <3
notes- Heavily inspired by Sweater Weather By Neighbourhood. <3
tag list- @kae-t-eee <3 @j69no <3 @back2jisung <3 @pretiurs @seodami <3 @humongouscowboyskeletonranch <3 @hwaluvx <3 @caramelhyunn <3 @seokjinnjuice <3 @ytzvivi <3
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It’s been a few weeks since the romantic confession between you and jaehyun. Your relationship with him was just the beginning.
Though the small sneaking about together behind Sungchan so he wouldn’t question why you two are suddenly really close, it somehow made you feel like you were in a romantic movie.
The days you guys weren’t able to meet one another (and you weren’t at the dorm but at your parents home), he would surprise you by gently throwing stones at the edge of your window, surely to wake you up. Then you come down from the front door and star gazing all night with him in a field behind your house.
You’d surprise him with made up lunchboxes when he would drop you secretly to uni on days you were running late, before leaving, you kiss him on the cheek leaving him flustered.
But now it’s been five days you haven’t seen him physically. Every uni student currently is going through it, their sleep schedule said goodbye and so did their will to continue. You know what this means. It was exam season. The most fearful thing that a university student could possibly hear.
The peers of pressure to pass the marking slot, the competition between their colleagues was high up on the list. Hell it felt like.— while teachers and professors somehow expect you to keep up with homework piles that are strangling your room in half as well as revising for the exams you have in just about few hours AND turn up to class too. It wasn’t easy. Far from it.
Nobody warned you how university was going to be stressful. Despite it having many good things to boost about, it can’t really compete to the stress you will get.
You blow on your lips following by a harsh sigh. You’ve been pulling at your hair for a while now as you wrote down on the very important fact to the success of hopefully passing. In the library that you’re residing in, there weren’t many people. Just a few plus the librarian.
Then a beeping vibration set you from the focusing zone you have brought yourself in. The phone screen flicking on with a green notification. You didn’t think much of it, so you pick it up without much emotions. Apathetically slandering the fact you’re so close to just slamming a book on someone’s head.
Yes you do have your frustrated moments. The tired droopy eyes watch the screen as you unlock it, your lips fall apart, your eyes immediately forcing in an eye-smile.
“My love <3”: hey baby i know it’s exam week but how do you feel about coming over? sungchan won’t be home because he will be doing a study sesh with his friends.
“My Girl <3”: hey bb imma come over then. i really need to see you </33 this close to having a mental crisis in this shit holeeee ;_;
“My Love <3”: this is a first i ever saw you swear and it was over exams, must be really hard for you :( don’t worry i’ll get your favourite ice cream and put on pitch perfect <3 mwah
“My girl <3”: you’re a life saviour babe. i’ll see you soon mwah
a hand slams down on the table causing you to nearly drop your phone, you’ve been lovestruck staring at the screen repeating yours and Jaehyun’s conversations that you completely ignored that the boy standing next to you now was speaking.
“yah what are you reading so intensely, it really didn’t look like exam revision.” Sungchan would say as he sat down on your table. you thickly laugh as you put the phone away. “of course it was revision. what else would i be looking at.”
you play it off cooly and calmly, turning back on the multiple books you brought to help. sungchan unzips the bag, pushing down the science books.
“i thought you were texting your boyfriend or something because you had this very goofy smile that only happens when you love someone.”
he was still completely unaware that you was dating his brother and honestly, it might shock him quite a bit. you would rather give it some privacy between you and jae before finally coming out to announce it
your eyes widen a tiny bit before awkwardly stuttering. your hands shake in front of the boy as you go to deny it. but another thing interrupts you and sungchan. The boy smiles.
“sungchan hey,” a much younger looking boy spoke as he turns to face you. Sungchan grins. “shotaro!”
“oh yeah so y/n, this is my friend shotaro. shotaro this is y/n, the one who tutored me.” the young boy beams and you turn around bowing your head politely to shotaro. the Japanese bot sits down next to sungchan with a bright smile.
Shotaro kindly speaks as he watches you. “nice to meet you y/n.”
“you too shotaro. are you perhaps going studying?” you raise your eyebrows at the two boys who hum agreement in unison. looks like he’s actually going on study dates with shotaro, how cute. sungchan opens the book.
“i’m meeting shotaro with two other boys, Chenle and jisung, in our year. we’ll be at the boys dorms most of the night.”
you would wow proudly, watching sungchan finally doing study sessions on his own without it your help. there ran something so in your blood that would make you feel like you’re watching a friend who was getting independent finally. it really made you happy, more happy than about your own achievements. Shotaro gently sways leaning to y/n.
“do you want to join us y/n? the more the merrier.” shotaro said and you’d raise your head with a soft smile. “I appreciate the offer but i think i’ll just go home or something. i’ll be fine for tomorrows exam.”
sungchan boosts braggingly as he whispers to shotaro, but the whispering was clearly loud enough for you to hear in the dead silent library. “taro don’t worry about her, she’s the prodigy. there’s no way she will fail any of her exams .”
shotaro gently gasps watching y/n. he heard about the female prodigy but never did he think it would be you, or the fact that he’d meet her.
“y/n you’re the infamous student who has 100 on their classes?” the boy whispers loudly. you blink lightly confused.
why was it a big deal? you rub your neck nervously. “uhm yeah but it’s not a big deal.”
“don’t be so modest y/n! my brother is a prodigy as well and he complimented you so much. clearly it is a big deal, a thing to be proud of. so take claim to it.” sungchan bluntly tells as he shakes off your humble demure. Shotaro looks at Sungchan.
he frowns looking the tall boy up and down from where he sat next to. “if your brother is the prodigy, what happened to you?”
Shotaro blurts out and Sungchan’s jaw drops to the floor, ears growing lightly pink. he pouts soon as he scoffs. “yah what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean…you don’t have the best grades. If your bro is so smart what’s up with you?”
“i’m not a biologist so i dunno! i guess he took all the brain genes with him.” sungchan murmurs silently sulking at shotaro’s blunt questions. y/n would smile watching the two boys lightly bicker and speak amongst themselves now.
you soon bid goodbye to sungchan and shotaro when it got much darker, by the time you left the library and the university campus it was 8.00 at night. you would be knackered to say the least, you’re feeling by the time you finish this week’s exam your brain will be fried inside and out like it was a bare boneless chicken laying in the desert.
making your way to Jaehyun’s house wasn’t that far in fact, you took the bus there and then got off. the walk from the bus stop would’ve been about fifteen minutes. you were anticipating to see your boyfriend after so long, seconds away from him felt like years and days without him would equal to decades passing like the blooming spring. it felt cold and empty without his warm bubbly presence that keeps you awake on your feet like caffeine would do. You didn’t slow walk on your way to his house, you ran. You ran through the late night just so you’d see him sooner; your mind was creating scenarios of his face, of his voice, the way he’d welcome you.
god how much you missed him couldn’t be put into words. when you are stressed he was your de-stress reliever if anything. it’s just a shame that he’s graduated from uni and you still have a few to go. The way you long to be standing in front of his door, hand clenching in a ball out ready to knock two times then awaiting the door to swing open.
and when the time came, you did exactly that, knocking on the door as your feet stomp on the ground with a rush of adrenaline excitement. the way this felt like a happy ball of heaven to you. the black door pulls open revealing a tall man wearing a white oversize hoodie and those grey-black checkered pants that he favours over anything. if he could, he would wear these every single day, anywhere.
The sight of your lover standing wide open with arms out only for you to walk in, to run in, to jump and never let go off in; the corner of his eyes sparkling down at you the moment those dull iris orbits met you once again, ears smiling wide as his eyes wrinkle with happiness.
Your face mimics the same euphoric expression he deadpanned at you with freedom. You lung yourself at him tight curling up, just like a baby kangroo would of done to it’s mother. jumping in the pocket. Arms linking by the end of his neck, your body weight crushed him just the way he wanted, he missed you. Everything reminds him of you when you are gone, busy with life as anyone would be; but the way everything reminded him of you tortured him deeply with penetration in his heart.
It just made this whole moment more worth it though. He gently sweeps arms around you the moment you jump on him. He kicks the door closing it shut with his back. He’d focus on locking his hands on you and only you.
jaehyun brings you into his bedroom with a deep longing kiss on your lips. he brought you underneath where he sweeps his thumbs on the sides of your chubby apple cheeks, he then disconnects from your lips, attacking your entire face with his wet lips.
pecking your forehead, eyes that you close in motion, your beautiful nose. Jaehyun’s lips kiss your reddish cheeks that felt cold, he easily warms them up with the multiple kisses he dents on your body.
You squeak tapping his arms as you start to squirm. Eventually those lips slowly crawl down to your neck where he was just carried away. he was savouring the moment with you. Your breath going ragged.
“jae i’m not going anywhere!” you openly exclaim with a soft loving sigh leaving. he gives a one final deep smooch on your hands that you tap him previously. he felt the way you were cold still. “you weren’t gone for long but why does it feel like it was an eternity.”
he would say gazing into your eyes lovingly. You sit up taking off your jacket, he rolls off helping you with your bag too. The man didn’t even give you time to take off the outdoor clothes and shoes, but that doesn’t bother him, he didn’t care enough at the time. Jaehyun lovingly watches you do such simple chores, but why was he so struck by everything you do? Love really makes you feel brainwashed.
but in the best way possible.
You turn around where you realise he’s been staring at you the entire time. You lightly tease speaking, reaching to squish those loving bread dimples. “you keep watching me like i am some meal dish.”
he chuckles humming a bit with his husky deep voice that just makes you stop and listen no matter what. “i’m just watching my girl look so pretty from afar, can’t her boyfriend do that?”
he curls as he pulls you immediately to lay down with him on the warm bedsheets that smelled exactly like him, welcoming . You grin as your legs and thighs wrap around his own lower body, he made sure that his hands rest on your waist, carefully caressing up and down your hips and curvy waistline.
“her boyfriend can do whatever he wants.” you reply back leisurely, as he felt your fingertips push his long free luscious locks back. Twirling them round your thumb or lightly flipping it around. simply admiring how he was such a beautiful masterpiece.
She paints him a ray of sunshine on a night starry sky. That’s the only way it could define her and him together. He was the observer, the watcher, the viewer, the mere bystander. As she was the performance, the art, the extraordinary history.
You suddenly raise your eyebrows realising something. “we both agreed to a movie and ice cream, but the first thing we did was cuddle and lay in bed together.”
“i know right? But i think those can wait.” jaehyun tells as he sits up, leaning leisurely to your lips once again. he pecks it softly.
“i’d rather talk to you over a movie and ice cream anyday.”
your heart throbs scraping against your chest heavily, hearing such loving words that no one else expressed to you but only him. You reach upwards to kiss him on the lips with enough passion to get him riled up, he responded by pulling on your waist and crawling on top of you. The way your hands slip round the hem of the hoodie to pull, running your fingertips down his abs and abdomen.
You murmur soft sighs once those abused lips left and began to roam on your soft collarbones exposed by your loose blouse, he sucks on it very light enough to cause visible red marks. you pull off the hoodie which he obliged, letting you strip it off from his skin, letting you take your own control. He enjoys the way you openly do small detailed actions to catch him slipping, like the way your fingertips pull on his hair to deepen whatever he was doing. The way your thighs tackle his hips pulling your bodies even closer.
Your moans were a reward to him, especially those soft ones that slowly get louder. You become needier, you act on the neediness too, but you didn’t have to beg him. He will give you whatever you want, whatever you request, he is at your demise.
“I want you.” Those words leaving your gaping mouth as he slowly strips the blouse by the ribbon, taking it off your exposing body that he so dearly fell in love with all over again, the way you’re slightly smaller than him but you look as if you were carved out of the most fragile, beautiful lingering glass that was an antique to the world. Jaehyun softly hums above your bra, with his hands playing with to soon unclip it right off. He kisses above your cleavage.
“Then have me.” Jaehyun fully said as he sits up on the edge away from you now. You crawl slowly to him as you make yourself at home on his hard crotch, sitting right on it where your boyfriend could feel the soaking patches on your panties. He lightly groans as you softly dry hump on a specific spot.
It got him going feral, quite literally, as he tightly grips on the bedsheets. He lungs his head down, as you constantly do the same circling motions back and forth. You whimper when he tightly pressed you down on his hard crotch through the boxers fabrics
“please just, fuck me already.” you beg. jaehyun soothes your desperate cries by softly caressing your face.
“Patience is virtue baby.” he whispers, starting to hover your entire weight on the bed centre as he positions you underneath him. but a specific lining directly to the wide mirror in his room grazing over your lined bodies.
Then the most shocking words left his unbearable lips running on your body like it was a tug and war. He wishes to see everything, because this was both your first times together, though he was experienced and you weren’t; he wasn’t trying to scare you off with something dramatic. He wants to do you slow, enjoy this moment with him as much as you can. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he doesn’t wish to do anything extravagant.
When it comes to you, the simpler decision is always the best decision.
“I want to look at your face as we do it.” He states as your face was turning to the mirror on the side, you thickly gulp your abdomen squeeze. He hovers over your panties which he slips off, the way you had a puddle patch on the white underwear amazes him. The effect he has on you, will always have a clutch on him that he doesn’t know how or why.
You whimper as the new sensation of galloping mouth went straight without warning to topple you up like you were a meal to him. He acts on the pure lust running in his veins, but also the love that he wishes to push you to the most ecstatic high you will ever experience. The way your thighs squeeze together he was underneath, you watching him eat you out in vulgar raw manner, but the way there was a sense of love from him made you wetter than before.
You were a soaking mess. Jaehyun loved that, he didn’t care if you made a mess, he plans to make you his beautiful disaster.
“Ooh…fuck- im..” y/n warns with the body twitching unable to finish the last sentence as her orgasm approaches unexpectedly, he felt your insides ferrule round his long tongue exploring inside you, the taste of your high was soon approaching. The lush of wetness exploding on him tongue as left him kitten licking you clean, there was no way he would miss a single drop of you.
He lifts himself up pulling on your ankles, in which you look up seeing stars. The post orgasm has left you wanting for more, as you were left feeling high in another dimension. He sent you into another world.
He trails softly, kissing the inner thick thighs. “Mm, you taste divine, god. i want to feel you pulsing like that on my cock, so so badly.” you moan at the imagination, tugging on his boxers length.
“What’s stopping you?” you whisper as you ask him, he takes a moment to find the correct words. jaehyun leans in resting his forehead on top of yours, closing eyes. “i want you to enjoy your first time. At least, with me.”
you melt by the respectful yet considerate words, your hands wrap round his jaw, nodding softly. “I want this, as much as you want this.”
“so please, use me however you want.”
Use you. Those words ran through his head like a mantra chanting, then there it was, you were soon to realise that you fully triggered something inside your boyfriend in that moment. The way you have your permission, submitted to him with such bewitching words that left him thinking wonders and wonders of scenario is to use you.
He was absolutely ballistic over you. Jaehyun softly pins you down where he finally slings off the boxers, you face down to be met with a spring free huge length, in all honesty, you sorta lost the confidence when you met eyes with his raging hard boner.
You let out stutters of questions over questions. “I mean..I- will it even fit…babe..?” you whisper and jaehyun gives you the outmost soft look. he must’ve realised that you feel intimidating, but all he does to calm your sudden anxiety was with a gentle forehead kiss.
“It will baby, i’ll be really careful and slow with you.” you heard him tell as her aligned it with your entrance. At first you weren’t sure what to expect, but sooner than later you found out the answer to your exact thoughts. A piercing warm sensation stretched you out repeatedly but, carefully, you felt the amount of self control jaehyun had over him to not just ram in you because of how welcoming you were to his hard length.
You were clenching him like crazy, unable to push out the addictive pain feeling that made you want more. As your hands clenching on the bedsheets beneath your body weights; he hears you whisper desperately.
“Please move.” you direct him very slowly as he gives a soft nod, that is when the soft singular thrusts made you shrink in complete pleasure taking over your body.
Oh how loving you felt under your boyfriend who’s unforgiving thrusts were pushing in and in your walls constantly like it was a running a game of tag. The way you were crying with pleasure, tears piling in your ears, as your boyfriend gently wipes and shoos your hushing voice carefully, spilling words of affirmation at you.
He kept ramming about how you are doing amazing, that you’re like a drug keeping him tied to you, words of praising that you’re beautiful, and that you deserve everything in this world can give .
It was so hard to respond back but he couldn’t blame you, your body was doing all the telling. Clenching with every words he spoke with a big pulsing rush of electricity sent to him.
The way the reflection of you arching your body at the quicker pace of thrusts and pounds he gave in, he was watching your perfect body underneath him at his dispose of to use. Jaehyun, fell in love with you through a mirror all over again. As if it was love at first sight once again.
He can’t get enough of you truly. The way your night ends with I love you’s, kisses, you stay in each other’s accepting embraces and replay the memory back.
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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work, thank youU <3 reblog this fic and follow me for more to stay updated! It helps a girl out.
I’m writing this as I’m sick, I hope I didn’t make any mistakes LMAO. 😭
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grievedeeply · 11 months
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YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!! could i please ask for some headcanons of Thor with a daughter whos way younger than Magni and Modi and shes just ,, a total daddies girl, she follows him everywhere, mimics him in everything he does, shes just his biggest fan lol !
i know this was sent in forever ago and i'm so sorry it took me forever to get around to... but i hope you enjoy this anyway..... reader is pictured as a child between 7-9 but it kinda jumps around a little
fem!reader (no pronouns used) | no tws
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thor with a daughter who adores him headcanons
you are his absolute pride and joy. he is horrible at expressing his feelings in every way imaginable, but it's so obvious to everyone around him that he cherishes you so very much
you're actually his mini-me, and he's so proud of that. he doesn't think of himself as a good person to look up to in any sense, but you do, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart swell
you're so young, so innocent and kind.. but all you seem to want to do is be exactly like him. despite all of the atrocities he's committed, things he hopes you'll never find out about.. you want to be just like him
he hopes you don't find out about everything he's done. he wants you to look up to him in this way for the rest of his life. he takes it and holds onto it tight, the feeling in his heart and the warmth in his soul.. it feels so good to be loved
you have no way of knowing how much he appreciates you. you're just a child, but you show him more love than he feels he deserves. walking up to his legs, wrapping him in such a tiny hug.. he needs it. he needs to feel how you make him feel
his relationship with you definitely makes him reflect on how he needs to be better for magni, modi and thrúd as well
definitely denies having a favorite child, but everyone with common sense can EASILY tell it's you. you're never not by his side and he always gets so giddy whenever he's with you
your existence makes him better. he never thought that one person could change everything about him, but that's just the truth with you. you inspire him and you are what he fights for
he doesn't ever want you to be afraid of him, but when you get old enough to question what he's done.. he's take a really mature approach to that whole conversation. he doesn't want to lie to you, and he won't, ever. but he still wishes you never knew. he knows it'll change your view of him
back to happier things
piggy back rides— definitely a big thing for him. it's so special to him to just be able to spend time with you, and he wonders how he was able to get this lucky with you at all
your protector. having the god of thunder as your father means you have constant security— but it's only because he cares so much about you he can't bear to think of you getting hurt— so he keeps you safe himself
this need to protect you only increases at the deaths of his sons. he's terrified for your future but he tries not to think about it
you're his biggest fan, always rooting for him no matter what. you are what makes him realize he needs to stand up to his father. he isn't a punching bag, he isn't free labor, he's a real person and he deserves to be treated that way
and when you start developing powers of your own? he's over the moon, ready to train you in using those powers right from the beginning
overall, he becomes a better father and a better person through you and your outlook on the world. it's a very sweet, special thing to him <3
tags: @danielle-marie @kise-kae
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