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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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Safeword. ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: a bit of anxiety/panic attack, bit of dirty talk but it's all praise, bit of nipple play and fingering, safeword use, bondage (tied arms, blindfold) hurt/comfort, aftercare, just reader in general dealing with negative feelings but being comforted PLEASE BE WARNED IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. READ THE TAGS.

notes: I literally just woke up and wrote this in a rush in my phone lmao what. Listen my mood jumps between depressed and horny and I've always loved safeword use and aftercare done right, it is very important and intimate. Also who doesn't want Zhongli softly soothing and kissing them? I almost made this gender neutral reader but I ended up being self indulgent so sorry.

Everything felt hot, too hot, but not in a good way. It was... sticky, ah, uncomfortable.

You squirm a little, shifting on your legs until you feel Zhongli's hands slowly caress your skin, making you shiver. His breath fans your neck "Good girl.” He mumbles at your shoulder, and kisses there.

Yes, this was fine. This is what you wanted, to just let go and release that pent up energy.

Right?

"Hmm... you've been so stressed lately, darling, haven't you?" His strong hands start massaging and kneading at your shoulders and you groan, it feels pretty good.

Until one of his palms lowers to your chest and starts playing with one of your nipples and you hiss. It hardens under his attention, sure, but feels... odd, it kind of hurts.

You shift again awkwardly, and the rope holding your wrists together digs into your skin.

You don't know what's wrong but something is. You don't feel the same lightheadedness as usual, in fact you're hyperaware, parted lips panting but the pressure is not on your lower belly, it’s at your chest instead. It feels cold, empty, oppressive.

Your hands clench into fists and you whimper.

Zhongli kisses around your chest down to your navel and that feels good too, tender, loving. His voice soothes you, even though you feel oddly disconnected.

"You look so beautiful my dear, laid out like this."

Did you really? The anxiety starts gnawing at you, body tense. Your mind is far away, going over some dumb mistake you made some days ago, some stupid thing you said last week...

You've been so frustrated lately, feeling sad, and angry, and disappointed and-

Zhongli's thumb circles over your clit and you gasp and keen, hips jerking on reflex.

Oh. That felt good, but-

But then why did you feel so wrong?

"Z-Zhongli." You hiccup. Voice wobbly, you feel your eyes start to water. What is wrong with you? You're suffocating. Choked up. Sweaty and awkward and-

His fingers dip inside you and you clench on them, crying out.

"Fuck... Y/N you're so tight." He rasps.

It's too much, you can't, you can't-

"Hng r-red. Red!"

In an instant you feel the mattress dip and shift with his weight as Zhongli quickly takes off your blindfold, and just like that the damn breaks. You start crying and hyperventilating as he curses and immediately frees your hands.

"Y/N, my love, are you alright? I'm so sorry." He starts, and though his voice is leveled as ever you can feel the slight stutter of panic. "It's alright, everything is okay, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, crying into your hands, you want to tell him it's not him. It's never him. But words fail you, you breath stutters.

You know he won't touch you without explicit permission, so you lean into him, your smaller frame trembling as you press closer to his chest. You need this. You need him.

"May I embrace you darling?" You nod frantically and feel his arms curl around you just so slightly, as to not make you feel trapped. One of his hands sweeps your hair over your shoulder and starts rubbing circles on your back, soft. "Is this alright?" He asks.

You nod and try to find your voice again "S-sorry. Sorry... don't k-know... wh-what's wrong."

Zhongli shushes you gently. "Please my love breathe, focus on calming down, slowly. It's ok. Just breathe. I'm so glad you used your safeword. You did well."

You placed a hand at your chest feeling your fast paced heartbeat and trying to calm down a little, regulating your breathing, leaning onto his comfortable touch and words.

You made Zhongli worry, you panicked out of nowhere and still don't know why, you feel dumb, needy, annoying. "S-sorry I'm-" You sob. "Don't know what's wrong...” You repeat unable to find words to express that creeping cold numb feeling that took hold you. “Please d-don't be upset." You add quietly.

You hear him sigh, his hand never stopping tracing soft shapes on your skin. "May I kiss you?" He asked instead and you gave a weak nod. Zhongli planted a soft kiss on your hair, on your forehead. "My dear, I would never be upset. I love you. I'd never wish to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry I didn't notice in time." Zhongli sighs again, heavy. "But right now, I need you to calm down, you don't have to explain or apologize at all, what matters is that you're safe, and I'm here for you for anything you need."

Your eyes flutter close and minutes pass by while he holds you, whispering sweet nothings, your breathing calming down to a steady rhythm. You place a small fleeting kiss against his shoulder and he replied by nuzzling at the top of your head. After a while, you shift and look up at him, red puffy eyes staring at his beautiful cor lapis ones.

"Better?" He asks, swiping his thumb over your cheek tenderly. You nod. "Would you like to eat something? Or I can prepare a bath for you?"

Oh he's so doting, your heart flutters. "Zhongli I'm- I'm sorry I didn't want to make you worry." You can see he's holding back from objecting again but lets you continue. "It's just... I've been so stressed lately and I thought, if we... played... I could let out all that. I-It did feel good! But then it was just... too much. I don't know." You avert your gaze. “It wasn’t you I promise, I just got overwhelmed and everything felt… wrong.”

Zhongli caresses your cheek with his knuckles softly "As I said, you have nothing to apologize for dear, and I'm glad you spoke up. I'd be happy to offer you whatever support you want and take care of you. You're beautiful, hardworking, strong, kind, and I love you."

You feel your cheeks heat slightly and let out a small smile. You're truly literally blessed to have him. "C-Can I... take you up on that bath offer?"

He chuckles, and it's so refreshing. "Of course." He kisses you again and you nuzzle into his touch this time.

"I love you too, Zhongli. Thank you."

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #crys writes #fem reader #please I don't know if I can/should tag this as anxiety or panic or what those terms are lost to me #I've had those feelings and symptoms I just don't know what to call them and don't want to be wrong #man how I wish I had someone to shush and care for me during those times//hit #like you just crave some affection and intimacy you know?#also Zhongli would be the absolute best at caring for his partner's boundaries fight me #man is the god of *contracts*#and he's so kind and tender and aaaaaaaaaaa

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perpetualcynicism · 8 months

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i think xiao gets a little bit more open when he’s tired. he doesn’t admit to needing sleep often, but when you’re constantly battling both physical and mental enemies, you’re bound to get fatigued after a while; and whenever this happens, he lets you hold him for a while. sometimes, he cups your face in his hands—an action which made your heart almost fall out of your chest the first time he did it—and, staring into you with tired, half-lidded eyes and speaking with a quiet voice, softly tells you that he will be here to protect you, no matter what, and that he’ll always answer your calls and be there should you need him, and anything else he can never find the words to tell you when he wants to. his voice may be low and his eyelids dropping as he says this, but his words ring true and his eyes are earnest. you can tell he means it.

once he’s got that out of the way, he’s even more tired, and his head falls your shoulder. his arms come around you, returning your embrace, and he tugs you a fraction closer before pressing a single, ever-so-gentle kiss to the side of your neck and mumbling quiet declarations of love before finally drifting off.

#the soft xiao brainrot is strong tonight #xiao x reader #this isn’t exactly quality writing but i wanted to get the thought out before it ate me alive #also if you guys enjoyed this how about reading my 55k word xiao fi—#i have lost all shame when it comes to self-promotion about this fanfiction i swear to god

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sawturns · 1 year

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Watching the world cup looking like this huh

#dear god help #THE VEINS #you just lost me #a tear just dropped down my thigh #joseph quinn #he knows what hes doing #joe quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x reader #forgive my sins #i love him #he looks so fuckable #joseph quinn smut #he looks so fucking good #argentina won though

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anteroom-of-death · 3 months

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Teacher's Pet part 1

Synopsis: The Doctor notices a student. She notices him.

a/n: thank u to the moots for sticking with me. Yall are the best. This is going to be a series. Somewhat of a dark!doctor ish fic maybe. I haven't planned this far. I have ideas. Will switch between a 3rd party but doctor centric POV and a 2nd party student centric POV.

The sun drew itself in on the cold day, light filtering through large windows in the lecture hall. It caught and reflected the motes of light swirling around. First day of the Spring term. Lots of new students trickled in and found their respective seats. Of course, the syllabus was now online and such. But the Doctor still preferred to give a paper one. He felt it helped students focus if they had it real and tangible…unable to forget.

Just like he forgot so much. A lingering pain….

He started up his usual dazzling spiel. Enough to keep them from dropping out, but not enough to rile them to madness. He learned that lesson early on in this particular charade he was distracting himself with. All he had to really do was keep Missy in the Vault and attempt to rehabilitate her. Humans were such a delicate group to keep balanced. Too much stimulation and they would self destruct. Not enough? The same but in a reverse spiral.

Or just fall asleep.

He preferred it if a few actually did fall asleep.

Allowed him to build a reputation as a teacher. Keep the act up.

He didn’t notice the young woman intently staring, writing down the key phrases from his opening statements. He was enraptured in the normal routine he has become familiar with.

The hour came to a close, and he did a bow. He was to visit Missy again some time soon. Just a cursory check. See if she’d calmed down from her last temper tantrum, where she demanded a saxophone and stated that Billy Clinton was also a war criminal, but made some sweet jazz.

He could hardly agree. She already was a mediocre piano player. And the drum set she demanded earlier lay in tatters in her cupboard.

Being her keeper and therapist was rotten work, but it warmed him. Gave him a gram of hope that she may get better and he may have his friend back once more.

Though, he knew in both is hearts, hope could be a fragile thing for a man to hold onto.

But, especially in this body, he believed in redemption and change. They both had forever to change. They had forever.

A few weeks had passed, and he noticed that keen eyes were burning the back of his neck as he scrawled on the chalkboard. It felt different than the usual glazed-over focus of people trying to write or type out his valid points. It was hot and felt more personal. Less trying to pass a class.

He paused his sentence and raked his eyes over. It was a student with large gold hoops and a few tangled gold necklaces. The Doctor recognized two or three of the symbols used on some of them from his travels through Earth’s history. She was chewing hard on her pen. He could see flecks of her tinted chap stick clinging onto the sides of it. Her eyes were squinted slightly and a slight patch of blush rested on her checks. He couldn’t tell if it was a make up look or some feverish feature of her human body. Perhaps she was in the first phases of getting sick!

He went back to his lecture. Some misfocused student was the least of his concern.

But he still felt her eyes bore into him. Intent on something. He trudged on.

He came to a close, reminded everyone of their upcoming projects and let the day start to rest. The Doctor announced that his office hours were changing to represent the spring coming soon and to “Allow you all to feel the sun on your faces, you don’t know how long you’ll have. Humans usually only live once!”

He scanned the audience and saw her shoving her notebook and that well-gnawed on pen into her bag. Big purse with a rhinestone buckle. Resembled something that Rose or Jackie would have had, he mused.

She slung that and a tote bag that seemed overstuffed and ripe for the breaking over her shoulder. She audibly groaned under the weight. He pitied her. The stressed look she had on her face was oddly enchanting in the light just starting to sink.

He knew she was struggling in the class. She did good work, yes. When he opened up questions and debate, she usually had such pointed takes that verged on mind-racing. Sometimes others would bristle against what she said on the more provocative topics he offered up. Essays and tests? Not so much. She floundered.

She had accommodations for some diagnosis or whatever. He could tell her mind was making connections in a far more tangential way than the other’s either couldn’t or wouldn’t make. And for that he did like her. Enjoyed what she brought to the table. Although, even his brains had difficulty making some of the leaps her brain did.

But why was she staring at him like that today? It was almost reverent. Very off putting.

She came forward to his desk and clicked open her notes app .

“Erm…Professor.” She cleared her throat and started up. “Uh, I was wondering if I could see you sooner rather than later. For office hours. I’m sorry for my late essay last week. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I can’t focus and I feel like I’m losing my mind half the time lately. May I have some insight or whatever you want on how I could do better. I know I’m doing…like, so bad.” She confessed and exhaled on the final note of her punctuation.

She turned a new type of stare towards him. Less intense and personal and more of a thousand-yard death grip.

Her entire demeanor in this moment was very lamb like. A confused air of innocent need to do well, to pass her classes, clouded her.

A weaker man would have felt more predatory, he noted.

She wasn’t unattractive for a human, not like past companions he worshiped the ground of. Of course. He was drawn to them for their natures, often ignoring their faces wholesale.

She started to chew and rip at her pinky nail and lower lip simultaneously…

“Of course,” He said. “I have to go help a friend with something, so I have to talk and walk.”

She nodded eagerly and gave such an appreciative smile. “Thanks!” The words came out so quickly, almost breathlessly.

She trotted along side him.

Once outside, they started discussing her options. She had to work nights, she stated, she said so they were arranging a time to work in a little extra help and tutoring.

He genuinely enjoyed her company and led her to a bench.

“What about your friend?” She asked.

“Oh, Nardole can handle himself.” He smiled. “He’ll not miss me for an extra four or five minutes.”

She laughed a bit.

She plunged her hand into her purse and started rifling around. It was a chaotic sight.

She produced a pack of cigarettes and a tiny green plastic lighter.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to quit, but it’s been hell lately.” She grimaced.

He shook his head, no, he didn’t mind. It wouldn’t affect him. Her, yes. But one little luxury, especially if she was trying to quit.

“So long as it’s your last for a while.” He took the teacherly route.

She lit up and took a huge drag. Closing her eyes he noticed that deep look of exhaustion had given her dark purple and almost black under eye circles. She had apparently tried to cover them up with some make up products and some mascara and smudged eyeliner. She held that breath in for a few seconds. It was almost beautiful.

She exhaled and fluttered them open. The smoke wisped and flew away quickly in the gentle breeze.

“Yeah, thanks. People get so weird about smoking. But they’ll vape? Like, indoors. All the time.” She rolled her eyes at that mildly hypocrisy.

They planned for her to meet up with him in his office on Monday just before the lunch hour. Then turned the conversation to some topics in debate that another student, a male who irked her with his constant urge to play Devil’s Advocate. She had some very often-overlooked viewpoints and a very bizarre way of describing things. It was enchanting.

“Thanks.” She ignored a boundary and squeezed his hand. He felt a holy jolt of electricity go up his arm from the small touch. “I gotta go…you’ve got a friend. Works been slow and I have some…appointments. So I have to make sure I’m perfect.” She elaborated with an almost tic-like shake of her head.

“Yes, my friend is probably going insane dealing with our little issue.” He responded in kind. Missy had probably caused Nardole to melt down or malfunction.

He watched her leave towards the bus stop. Her bags hitting her back as she rushed. Her coat barely covering her bottom and the belt caught in the hem of it. He felt himself feeling almost physically unable to leave the bench. Something tugging at his gut was preventing him from doing so. It felt akin to what River and Clara evoked in him but different.

River and Clara were strong and capable, avant-garde. Self-confident. Cocky. But this student was seemingly the inverse. Very vulnerable and nervous to the point of a near imperceptible, even to him with his keen Time Lord senses, shake and a heart that was audibly racing in its cage. Coupled with her addiction to cigarettes and minor tendency towards self mutilation via near-constant picking and chewing…

Something dark, but heartwarming rushed through his core and took root.

He felt himself deeply looking forward to Monday.

#personal #12th doctor #peter capaldi #12th doctor x reader #self insert #doctor who fanfiction #i wrote this #pov fanfiction #student teacher #daddy issues #like my god #doctor who #the doctor #12th dr #reader x 12th doctor #yeeet #get in loser were writing indulgent fics because we've lost control of reality and our lives

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cynicalmusings · 1 year

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I have a brainrot for Xiao. Consider this xiao having more of a avian instinct. Because his a bird, he manage to live through ignore his instincts thinking it’s impractical to his contract. Then came in Reader and suddenly his instincts are all over the place.

Whenever he see Reader he has this urge to dance or sing in front of them, he always leave when he feel this out of embarrassment. Or that he wants to be the one combing their hair and styling as a form of preening. Don’t even get me started at the shiny stuff he impulsively takes during his patrols. Ohhh and the fact that xiao suddenly feel like building a nest of blankets and pillows in reader’s home or the inn. This behavior is strikingly similar to birds during courting/mating season, this fact fluster Xiao so much meanwhile Reader just thought that the Adeptus was finally warming up to them.

Then there’s Zhongli who knows what’s up because xiao came to him for advice on how to deal with this embarrassing ordeal. His just sitting there and sipping tea and chuckling at the twos situation.

nO WHY IS THIS THE BEST IDEA EVER

for example, whenever you’re sitting near him, he finds his hand subconsciously reaching out to brush your hair. he can see a few knots, and he wants nothing more than to untangle them and comb them out and—

—and then he pulls his hand away, because doing that would be stupid.

he also practices songs/ dances for you when he’s alone, devising steps and movements that he thinks you would like. he always tells himself, this is the day when he’ll finally perform for you.

…then you show up, and he forgets everything he practiced, stands there stiffly, and teleports away before you can question his behaviour.

although, there is the tiniest, most minuscule fraction of a chance that you can sneak up on him practicing when he’s really concentrating. he usually practices in some forest clearing or on a mountain peak at night, and the moonlight glints off the blade of his polearm as he spins it around and catches it like flashes of starlight itself. the way he dances is mesmerising; his weapon becomes an extension of his arms, cutting through the air both in slow, smooth arcs and quick flashes, his steps are graceful and weightless, and every movement is carefully measured out but completely effortless all the same.

if he catches you watching him, he freezes, staring back at you for a good long second. then he vanishes, face burning, and doesn’t respond to the calls of his name until he’s recovered from his embarrassment enough (which can take a while). however, this is one decent way of getting him to actually show you the whole performance; now that you’ve seen him practicing, what’s there to hide?

(he also loves burrowing himself in pillows when he’s tired. if you’re there with him, even better.)

#i just pictured xiao doing a bird mating dance 💀#oh no #like toothless in that one scene in httyd the lost world or what’s it called #oh god no #what have i done #xiao x reader #sent: anon #r answers #although… winged xiao #that’s some food for thought

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summertimemusician · 6 months

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Linktober (Shadow) 2023

Spirit

Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.

Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.

As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol

Good reading!

This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.

The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.

Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.

You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."

'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.

You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."

Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.

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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.

You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.

'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.

You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?

You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.

You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.

'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'

You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.

"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."

'I love you too. Until we meet again.'

The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.

(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.

When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)

#linked universe x reader #hero's shade x reader #linked universe time x reader #first x reader #hylia's chosen hero x reader #first link x reader #also know as What Happens When Summer Watches Corpse Bride after Playing MJM #I'll never not be emotional about the Hero's Shade and how it's an inevitability that Time will always die relatively young #how First died alone in the surface and likely never got a proper burial #And the fact we never learn what happens to the heroes after the task is done and THE ONE INSTANCE #we do is to learn they died young in some manner (ex Time. The Link before Hyrule. First.#Probably Twilight if we go by the theory Wolfie in BOTW is a spirit sent to help Wild #Technically pre calamity Wild because losing your memories is technically death of identity although that's for another story #and related to Lost #Most of the more effective LoZ games present themselves as either dark fairy tales and I'm running with that concept #Plus it's literally LEGEND of Zelda. Hardly do things end well for protagonists in actual legends and mythology involving gods #I think I have a right to worry #Anyway I'll probably elaborate more later because I'm tired lol #gotta perish to tackle studying and THEN be free to start on the pages long LU/LoZ essays /jk #unless?#we'll see #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #this short fic was also brought to you by the death holiday we have here in my country because it always makes me sad #and thinking of the Hero's Shade and what happens to First basically made it Depression times 100 lol

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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The feral urge to "boop" Marko, Paul, and Dwayne's tummy every time I think about them.

#god damn it marko you little cutie #that smile gets me every damn time #he'd get away with so much with that smile with me #tlb x you #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys x reader #paul x reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #poly!lost boys x reader

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amsmuch · 5 months

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exuse me? i mean omg come on. living for james and his cigarette, LET ME BE YOUR MAN

OH MY GOD.

I will NEVER get tired of this picture... the ring? the damp hair? THE FACE EXPRESSION?!?!@?@?! GET OUT BEFORE I CATCH YOU AND NEVER LET GO

I think that maybe you'd share a cigarette with James (if you smoke of course) and it's either him putting it up to your face so you can take a drag and your lips brush against his fingers (you know for sure he does that on purpose) or you gently move your hand to his lips so he can take a puff, but before that you brush his hair from his face.

And I pretty sure he would blow the smoke in your face to annoy you and then shoot that big goofy grin your way

#amsmuch's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #oh my god #specsforhetfield #thank you for sending this #that pic got lost in my folders #i will cherish it till the end of my days #james hetfield x reader

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magicalbunbun · 7 months

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My dear nile...

*huff*

"!..ow-!"

A boy fell into the nile, all hurt as he hit the water.

"H!..help!"

The boy yell out for help as the water take him underneath it....but...nobody came...

"Poor child..." a voice!

A hope in the boys eyes bright up as a gentle hands take him up from the water to show a beautiful woman looking down at him, she was so tall that he have to look up at her.

"The child...of goddess of peace and God of life..." she knew... he could let out soft but painful crys as he lower his head, his tears hit the water but the woman still hold him as she smile softly.

"As the God of nile and happiness...I shall keep you save...take care of you my dear.." she said as the water took them underneath again.

The child open there's eyes to see himself in a warm blanket as he look around to see himself on a boat.

"..the child.. is aware.."

A man stood up with bright smile.

"Great! Welcome! As you know I'm God of the sun! Know as Ra! And this lovely woman is my wife!" Ra said as he kneel down with a smile.

"And you must be anubis .... right?" Ra smiled creepy at him as he quickly stood up with sweet smile when he looked at the woman.

"..be gentle...we need to take care of him..."

"...right...anything for you ...Y/n

Note: I got bored so I write something, is just...a small spoiler of the lost God au

#ennead x reader #ennead manhwa #ennead #ennead ra #ennead anubis #anubis #Ra x reader #lost god au

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h-doodles · 9 months

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Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖

#IM SO INSANE ABT THIS FIC IM SCREAMING I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU #anyways hehe #web weaving #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #christina ricci #lee makes stuff #simp.txt #clown.txt #to me i am hers the same way she is mine and we are two halves ripped apart and 2 puzzle pieces who's been lost in the dark #and we are connected in the same way the greek gods have created soul mates and connected in the same way the fates have woven their thread #and we are one in the same one in the same one in the SAME!!!!!!!!#bound by blood and by love and by our sheer force will and i want nothing more but to sink my teeth in to her neck just as she does mine #and claw my way into her chest and fall asleep next to her heart raw and bruised and bloodied #i am. being SO normal abt it.#eat your young

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trashvampiree · 10 months

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Paul: you must be Humpty Dumpty from the 1983 (UK) Kinder Surprise commercial if you think we're fucking

My ass:

#im sorry #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #paul tlb #god please this is so specific #was wallowing around and this came to me like a prophetic vision #the lost boys x reader #x reader #it punched me in the face #CHOCADOOBY #ME UNSCRABBLY!!!#sex penis?!?!?!?!?!?

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pandoradoesotherstuff · 8 months

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The Courage we Need to be Joyful...

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A/N: After much discussion with @astrandofgold, repeated listening of the soundtrack and one let's play later: I'm fucking obsessed with Stray Gods. The story is engaging, and the songs are beautiful and powerful. So of course your girl here had to try her hand at writing something for it! This is a sweet fluffy love confession Apollo x gn!reader.

( I based reader on the Greek deity Circe, known for their vast knowledge of potions and herbs. Reader is mentioned to have the eidolon of that idol)

Warning: contains mild spoilers for the game and the ending!

Enjoy! ❤️

You smile contentedly to yourself as you gently stir the cauldron that's simmering merrily in the fireplace. Your kitchen smells like lavender and fresh herbs, sunlight filtering in through the voile curtains that covered the window. The sound of bickering voices outside your apartment in the Olympus block catches your attention. There's a moment of silence before someone knocks loudly at the door.

You stir the latest concoction once more before making your way over to the front door, it was Grace. The newest last muse who had been given Calliope's eidolon, opened up the secrets on her death and generally turned the lives of the idols upside down. (About time really.) Then standing almost shyly behind her was Apollo, the idol of prophecy and enlightenment himself. You smile warmly at them both, trying hard not to let your eyes wander over the open shirted sun god in front of you.

"Grace, Apollo, what can I do for you both?"

Grace playfully elbows Apollo with a mischievous smirk.

"This guy here has something he'd like to talk to you about."

Your stomach flips nervously but you don't let it show on your face.

"Sure, come on in. Make yourself at home."

You move to the side as the muse ushers him in the door, Apollo looking like a deer in the headlights.

"Well, I'm going to let you two crazy kids get to it. I'll see you later." Grace shoots Apollo a meaningful look before leaving quickly. Something was definitely going on here.

"Do you mind coming through to the kitchen for a moment? I have a new mixture brewing and I'd rather not have it burnt to the bottom of the cauldron."

The small laugh he gives is like music to your ears as he follows you through the small apartment.

Apollo sets himself down at your small round kitchen table as you lift the mini cauldron off of the fire and onto a pot stand on the side.

"What is it?" He asks as you add a little pinch more of powdered satyr hoof from the clay pots that lined your countertop.

"A simple sleeping draft...for Athena. After everything she's finding it hard to find rest so..."

"Ah", was all he said. Not needing any more explanation. Admittedly he was surprised you were still helping her after everything, but he also knew you had a weakness for helping those in need. It was part of your nature to help no matter what.

You sit down at the other side of the table, wishing you had something to do with your hands instead of nervously fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves.

"What was it you wanted to speak to me about? Is everything okay?" You glance up to see him quickly looking away with what appears to be an ever so slight blush on his cheeks.

"Much better now that the trial is over with and...and I know Calliope is at peace."

"I wish you could have told me about the prophecy, Athena, the Furies...any of it really." You reach out to place your hand over his larger one, a sad smile is playing on his lips. "I would have helped you in any way I could, I hope you know that."

He looks up at you with the same sad smile, turning his hand over to entwine your fingers. His hand feels strong and warm in yours. It feels almost natural.

"I couldn't. It wasn't safe. For all I knew I would have been cursing you to the same fate as Calliope. And I can't...I can't bear the thought of any harm coming to you". He sighs, running his other hand through his hair. You don't say anything, hoping it might prompt him to continue.

"We've known each other a long time. A long long time. I still remember the way your face lit up and you said my name when Circe's memories finally returned to you. They picked well with you for what it's worth."

You squeezed his hand gratefully, smiling shyly at him.

"It was the first real solid memory that had returned to me after almost two years. Before that I had only had little snatches of dejavu. But you...you I saw clear as day in my minds eye, and it felt like no time had passed since we last spoke all those years ago."

Apollo leans closer, now clasping your hand in both of his. Your heart beat races as you look deep into his eyes and see nothing but sincerity gazing back at you.

"This is...difficult to say and I guess I'm sorry I never realised it sooner. I've spent so long in the dark of my own mind, scared of hurting anyone with my prophecies, tired of losing the people I care about. Beyond terrified to let anyone in and then Grace, she..."

Oh. Grace. Of course. The beautiful last muse he'd helped to save. Of course it was her, she was talented and compassionate, it was bound to happen. Of course he'd fallen for her.

"She helped me to realise that the courage I need to be joyful was, well, inside me all along."

You're nodding along, a smile forced on your lips as you try to listen to this painful confession without flinching.

"I just have to reach out and take that chance".

"I'm happy for you a-"

"-I'm in love with you."

You freeze in place, mind completely blank and reeling from the confession. Could it be?

"I uh...y-you love me? You, Apollo, you...amazing, handsome, kind you...you love me?"

He stays quiet but squeezes your hand reassuringly. You're thankful he was giving you this time to process his words.

"Are you sure?" You ask quietly eventually, eyes cast down, still hardly believing what you'd just heard. He chuckles quietly before gently cupping your chin with one hand and tilts your face back up to look at him.

Apollo then leans over the small table, eyes flicking down to your lips briefly, lightly guiding you closer to him by his cupped hand. His lips touch yours ever so softly, a thousand butterflies exploding in your stomach at once as you kiss him back tentatively.

"I love you too," you whisper after a moment of silence. He smiles at you, bright and warm like the sun before letting go of you to pull you to your feet and into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry I took so long to say it, but luckily for me I've got till the end of time to make up for it. If you'll let me?"

You pull him down into another kiss by his unbuttoned shirt, already craving the taste of his lips and the feel of his body close to yours.

"I think I can live with that."

#stray gods #apollo #apollo x reader #stray gods apollo #almost lost my god damn mind trying to type this out😭#mistakes were made but we got there lads😂

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