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drabblesandimagines · 8 months

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400 request. Can I get a happy ending with Clive? Thank you!

Thank you so much for your request! <3 I hope you enjoy x Promises Clive Rosfield x fem reader, established relationship Major endgame spoilers! 1,140 words

From dawn to dusk, day after day from when Origin fell from the sky, you've waited on the pier, keeping your eyes on the horizon. It's better to stay in the one place, you reason, though it's hard. He could be hurt, convalescing somewhere until he's well enough to travel. And now that the stolas magic is gone, it’s going to take far longer to send word places and receive it back - if you left the Hideaway in search, he could return in your absence.

So you stay, even though your heart aches.

There are pity-filled glances from all directions. You move to the side to allow the Cursebreakers to board the skiff heading over to the mainland. They’re away to help people adjust to the new age – how to cope without the Mothercrystals providing for them any longer.

"I'm not sure this is healthy, like." Gav comments, a bowl of stew in hand. Everyone seems to constantly bring you sustenance – they must have a rota, Tarja, Jill, Otto, Gav - as if you could fill the gnawing hole within with food. "He-"

"Is coming back." You cut him off firmly, taking the offered bowl. "Clive promised he’s coming back. I just need to be patient."

Gav starts another protest but then hesitates, swallowing his rebuttal altogether. There’s a further pause as he scans the horizon, placing his hands on his hips. "How long are you going to wait like this?"

You blow on a spoonful of the stew. "As long as it takes."

Sleep has been difficult. His smell lingers on the sheets – a combination of musk, ash and just something that is uniquely Clive. You could return to your bunk but it doesn’t seem right. When you close your eyes and you’re somewhere in the between of being awake and asleep, you can almost pretend you've buried your face in his side, rather than his pillow.

On the sixth day, a small sail boat appears on the horizon near dusk, or at least you think that’s what it is. You'd been staring most of the day and there’s a worry that it could be a mirage conjured from wishful thinking after staring so hard at nothing for hours. Otto had lent you a spyglass, though somewhat reluctantly – should he be encouraging this behaviour? You knew they all thought you were in the depths of grief, deluding yourself sitting out here, day after day.

But Clive had promised, and he'd never broken a promise before, so why should you think he’d start now?

You hold up the spyglass to your eye with a shaky hand, trying to steady it so you can actually look, but it’s no use. The boat has dipped off the horizon, or perhaps it wasn’t there at all.

You rub your eyes as you walk slowly up the pier – you need sleep.

It takes a while for sleep to come, but you must’ve drifted off eventually because something wet nuzzles at your cheek, proceeding to lick you across your face relentlessly.

“What is it, Torgal?” Your voice is heavy with sleep as you reluctantly open your eyes. It was one of the more solid sleeps you’d had in a while, but the wolf won’t have woken you without purpose.

Torgal barks once, his tail wagging from side to side, and he trots over to the door. You get to your feet – it’s still the dead of night, but he must sense something. You dress quickly to protect yourself against the chill and follow the wolf as he leads you to the lift and down towards the end of the dock. He sits down, tail banging against the planks, and howls into the sky.

As if in response, a sail boat – the same from earlier that day? – emerges from the mist and illuminated by the moon’s warm glow you can see the lone figure that steers it without an eyeglass.

Clive. Your heart skips a beat as it sinks in – no Joshua, no Dion.

But it is Clive.

The boat collides into the pier with a thud and he flings a rope out to secure the vessel. You bend down and grab it in shaking hands, looping it around the cleat in a knot that Obolus would’ve raised a judgemental eyebrow at, but it’ll hold and that’s all that matters.

You don’t wait for him to get off the boat - you can’t - instead jumping from the dock, causing the vessel to rock violently side to side in your enthusiasm as you land, truly putting your knot to the test, but how could you stand there? You cup his face, your hands still shaking from adrenaline. You can tell he’s weary, dark circles under his eyes but he’s here, he’s real.

“I told them you were coming back.” Your voice breaks, the tears you’ve held in for days finally flowing down your cheeks. “I told them.”

“I made you a promise, my lady.” His voice is thick as he holds in his own tears.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, though something feels off about the embrace. There isn’t much time to pinpoint what exactly, as Torgal jumps into the boat and knocks you both down, happily licking his master’s face.

“Hello, boy.” He laughs, breathlessly, patting the wolf hound on the head. “I’m sorry to have kept the both of you waiting.”

Torgal barks happily in acknowledgement, before backing up and jumping back onto the pier. It’s as if he knows the two of you need this moment alone. Clive raises a hand to caress your face then, wiping away some tears with his thumb. You lean down and kiss him - soft, frantic kisses, tanged with salt. His arm wraps around your waist, but something cold and hard rests on your back instead of a warm palm and you sit up in realisation. He sits up slowly after you, holding the limb in front of his chest.

“Oh, my darling…” You touch his petrified fingers delicately, afraid that they may break. “Does it hurt?”

“No. It spread no further than my elbow, though it should’ve.” He sounds almost bitter.

“Don’t say that.”

“It should have, for the amount of power I wielded… But all I could think about was what I promised you, my lady. I’m sorry it took me so long to return to you – a row boat was no longer in question.” He jokes, but it doesn’t sound sincere. He hesitates, staring at his hand, doubt in his voice. “Will… Will you still have me?”

“Always…” You take both of his hands in yours, no hesitation. “..and in all ways, Clive. I love you.”

He leans his forehead against yours. “As do I, my darling one. I love you – always, and in all ways.”

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themysceras · 28 days

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𝓢𝐨 𝓛 𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝓡𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝓒𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 .˚˖𓍢ִ໋

jill valentine x fem!reader.

CONTENT WARNING: angst (?)

SUMMARY: all based by so long, london - taylor swift.

NOTES: actually, i dunno if tumblr people are just like twitter people that hate taylor swift, but i needed to write something about my fav girl and my new fav song 😞, hope u all like it :)

You could see in your mind fairy lights through the mist you were after another fight with Jill, rubbing your forehead and wiping the wet tears in your cheeks only to have space for more tears, reminding all the times you kept calm and carried the weight of the rift, but your back was spliting up from trying to carry you both up the hill.

She was different after that mission on the Arklay mountains, you would say the most ridiculous joke that you knew she would adore and then, she would give you a yellow smile that made yours fade. You stopped trying to make her laugh.

After you two finally broke up, you sat in your bed, thinking "how much sad did you think I had in me?".

Oh, the tragedy.

You didn't choose to be her odd man out, avoiding her when you walk in the R.P.D., avoiding the way you knew that she was looking at you with Chris; avoiding the way the men was more flirty with her now that you two were over.

And you were no sure if you wanted to be there.

You stopped CPR, after all, it's no use, the spirit was gone, we would never come to, and you were pissed out you gave her all that youth for free.

After you leave your job as a S.T.A.R.S. agent to be a soldier in the army, you could hear the small rumors that you abandoned the ship, because you knew that they were in bad terms with Captain Wesker's death; but no one knew you were going down with it?

Watching her in a bar, with a new girl in her left arm, you heard your friends say that "it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair.", and every breath you took while looking at her felt like the rarest air.

Just how low did she thought you would go? Before you'd self-implode, before you'd have to go be free.

In the new messages in your phone, you could read she swearing that she love you, but where were the clues? You were dying in the altar waiting for the proof. She sacrificed you both to the gods in her bluests days.

You just got the color back into your face, but you were just mad as hell because you loved this place.

Taking you bag as you enter the train, you had a small feeling you were doing the right decision.

You'll find someone.

─── © ttorturedpoets, 2024.

#resident evil #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #jill valentine x you #jill valentine angst #Spotify

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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their favorite horror movies.

hi it's me i'm still insufferable and am now giving creepypastas + mh + a bonus character favorite horror movies because why not. it's fun projecting my interests onto these characters.

slenderman - your guess is as good as mine

jeff the killer - just about any rob zombie movie i think. house of a thousand corpses and the lords of salem are definitely two of his faves.

laughing jack - terrifier or clown (2014)

eyeless jack - house of wax (2005)

ben drowned - train to busan

sally - paranormal activity 3 i can't explain this one

nina the killer - don't breathe

jane the killer - grave encounters [arkensaw] / barbarian [richardson]

homicidal liu - you're next [liu] / vivarium [sully]

laughing jill - fatal frame

the bloody painter - you sit him down long enough and he'll tell you his 100+ different favorite horror movies.

the puppeteer - the mist

jason the toymaker - mandy

the doll maker - the strangers

emra - veronica

toby - the lazarus effect

x virus - willy's wonderland

clockwork - the saw franchise and american mary

nurse ann - it follows

hobo heart - the night house

zalgo - cabin in the woods

candy pop - the final destination series minus four

candy cane - lights out

zero - the descent

kagekao - jeepers creepers 1 + 2 or dark water (2002) or the belko experiment

nathan the nobody - midnight (2021) it's a horror movie in my heart

dr. smiley - silent hill

tim wright - scream (1996)

alex kralie - hereditary

jay merrick - nope

jessica locke - midsommar

brian thomas - the visit

bonus! evan myers - the texas chainsaw massacre

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miss-multi45 · 5 months

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Hello again, peeps.

I'm redoing my intro post.

Hello, I'm Cassiopeia, you can shorten that down to whatever is good for you.

I will write for these Harry Potter characters:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

I will write for these Creepypasta characters:

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu and Sully

BEN_Drowned

Sally Williams

Lazari

Zalgo

Stripes

Lifeless Lucy

Ticci Toby

The Hooded Man/Hoodie

The Masked Man/Masky

X-Virus

Rouge/The Prowler and Wilson the Basher

Nurse Ann

Dr Pain

Dr Smiley

Eyeless Jack

KageKao

Jason the Toymaker

Candypop

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jill

Papa Grande de Magico

Nathan the Nobody

Clockwork

Nina the Killer

Jane Everlasting/Jane the Killer

Judge Angels

Bloody Painter

The Puppeteer

The Pianist

The Bartender 1941

Dark Link

Glitchy Red

The Cat Hunter

The Black Wolf

Frankie the Undead

The Chessmaster

Vine the Dollmaker

Kate the Chaser

Sam Williams

Zero

Emra

Suicide Sadie

The Roadwalker

Isaac Grossman

Candy Cane

April Fools

The Item Stealer

Lulu

Lily Kennent

I will write for these Call of Duty characters:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

John Price

König

Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin

Alejandro Vargas

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Valeria Garza

Keegan P. Russ

Phillip Graves

Kate Laswell

I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

Quill Kipps

George Karim

I will write for these Ghost members:

Dewdrop/Sodomizer

Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss

Rain

Phantom

Aether

Mountain

Cirrus

Cumulus

Aurora

Sunshine

Omega

Alpha

Ifrit

Mist

Terzo

Cardinal Copia

Any Papas

I will write for these Sleep Token members:

Vessel

III

The Vesselettes

I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.

#my writing #harry potter #harry potter x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fandom #ghost the band #ghost x reader #sleep token band #sleep token x reader #i need sleep #lockwood and co #lockwood and Co. x reader

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amalee · 2 years

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cryo flowers and cold fingers

diluc x reader ft.kayea

warnings: fluff, character injury, mentions of blood, visionless reader, reader is wearing a skirt (no pronouns used), not proofread, ooc diluc??

It was well in the afternoon when you had wandered to falcon coast, the fresh waves that the ocean provided gave you a sense of comfort, the light breeze of salt wafting through the air. You had been commissioned to pick out mist flowers, however you would’ve denied the request if you’d known that you would be picking the blue flowers instead of the red ones.

Spotting a familiar eye patched man standing along the shore of the ocean, you notice two kids accompanying him. “Kaeya?” His head turned your way, his hands filled with seashells and he looked at you with a cheeky smile.

“I’d like to think that the calvary captain would be spending his free time doing something, other than picking seashells with some kids.” You tease the man, but he only laughs at your words.

“It’s a family tradition.” He smiles watching the two kids run off to a different area. “What are you doing here in falcon coast?” Kaeya puts the seashells in a basket and cleans the sand off of his hands.

“Finishing up a commission.” You pulled your basket up to show him the flowers ice fragments still on the core, “my fingers are frozen now.” Kaeya lets out a chuckle “Blame the Chief Alchemist for wanting to use cryo mist flowers. His chuckle dies down as he glances back at the kids. “While you’re out here.. do you think you can fit in another commission?” You eye him suspiciously and he grins back.

“It’s getting late and there isn’t an adult to accompany Jill and Will back home, do you mind?” The confusion on your face is evident because Kaeya continues speaking, “I have a meeting with Diluc at the Winery and I don’t have time to stop by the city.” With crossed arms you exhale softly. “Alright, i’ll take them home.”

There’s a small smile on his face as he waves to the kids and he promptly walks away. Kaeya is on the front steps of Dawn Winery where he is welcomed inside by Adelinde, he finds Diluc in his bedroom dressed in his red attire with his hair pulled up into a high ponytail, the two don’t say anything until the silence is broken when Kaeya clears his throat.

“If I remembered correctly, I do believe I saw y/n picking cryo mist flowers near the winery earlier this morning.” Diluc moves his gaze up and stares at the man through the mirror, “and why should this concern me Kaeya?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit concerning that a visionless citizen is doing a commission that requires a pyro user.” There’s a glint of playfulness in his words as he watches Diluc slip his gloves on, and he continues talking crossing his arms together.

“It just so happened that I was chatting with y/n earlier at falcon coast, just before arriving here. There seems to be a fair amount of mist flowers over there no? you know, the ones near the cave.” Kaeya shrugs his shoulders with a dramatic sigh, “but I could be wrong, after all it is getting late, for all I know, y/n could be home by now.”

Diluc doesn’t say anything as he throws his mask over his face, his eyes locked on the mirror in front of him watching kaeya’s figure that once was leaning on the doorframe slowly disappear into the hallway.

“I’ll see you later brother, do make sure to check on y/n though.”

When Diluc arrives to falcon coast the sky is already painted red and orange, Kaeya’s words are lingering in his mind and he decides to do a quick search around the area just incase you did decide to come back. His steps are careful as he walks over to the cave noticing that the mist flowers are still there.

The lightness in your arms did not dwell on you until you waved goodbye at the two kids and one of them pointed at you with her head tilted to the side.

“Weren’t you carrying a basket of mist flowers and seashells?”

You were sure you had carried your basket with you but when you looked there was nothing but the lingering feeling of cold mist from the flowers. With a sheepish smile you nod at the girl. “Thank you for reminding me, i’ll make sure to keep the seashells safe.”

With reluctant steps you trudged back to falcon coast the moon was blooming and night had finally settled in when you arrived, you spotted your basket resting peacefully on the grey stone.

Picking the brown basket up you noticed two mist flowers a few feet away from you. It should’ve taken you only a few seconds to get the flowers and finally leave, but the splashes of orange flickering in the cave a few feet away had piqued your interest. Holding your basket a bit tighter you walked closer to the cave the soft sand helping reduce the sounds of your footsteps.

The inside of the cave felt warmer the further you continue your steps, the light from the fire had now been reflecting off your face, voices are heard deeper within the cave and much to your surprise the familiar gruffness of a fatui is heard the more you continue dragging your feet.

You freeze in your tracks the moment your eyes lay on the conference table, the light is more prominent now and the faces in the cave are much more recognizable. There are a few fatui members at one end of the table but you aren't able to tell who’s at the other end.

Their voices are clear as day to your ears but nobody seems to notice your appearance, in an attempt to save yourself you shifted your body back, but unfortunately for you the sound of seashells clashing together had made the stares of the fatui shift your way.

The world felt as if it stopped when the eyes of a hydro skirmisher had locked with yours, the words of the fatui went deaf on your ears as you stood frozen in fear, you felt your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach when a pyro skirmisher held up his weapon, you didn’t waste anytime running from the group, legs moving on their own trying to find a way back outside, however searching for an exit was almost impossible.

The orange flint of fire that was the only source of light had become more dim the further you ran, eventually your steps had slowed down to a walk but came to a complete stop when you heard quick agile footsteps behind you.

You were sure your heart stopped for a moment when you felt someone touch your shoulder from behind, a rough hand had cupped around your mouth refraining your scream. The hand that’s cupping your mouth leaves when you calm down and the stranger puts his index finger to his lips mouthing a quiet “shh.” the cave is dark and you can barely make out his face.

Voices from the fauti had gotten louder and the grip on your shoulder had seemed to tighten in the slightest when the flickering light of fire came in view. It’s only then, when the echoes of the fatui were a few feet away from you did the stranger decide to move his hand from your shoulder down to your wrist pulling you after him, his footsteps loud and clear on the flat gray flooring of the cave.

There are overlapping voices from behind and the man in front of you speeds his steps, the distance between you and the fatui had seemed to increase and the voices had become more hushed as you continue forward, it wasn’t until the stranger in front of you stopped moving did you notice the sound of footsteps behind you quiet down.

With heavy breaths and shaky knees the two of you stop at a dead end, the stranger lets your hand go and cocks his head your way, the cave is still dark yet you are still able to make out the white mask that is covering his eyes, then you see strands of crimson hair framing his face and familiar ruby eyes scanning you.

Then everything clicks for you, with creased brows and gazes fixed on one another you take a step closer to the man. “..Diluc?” The words are whispered on your tongue but he doesn’t say anything back. You open your mouth to speak again but the words are cut short on your lips as the sound of heavy footsteps are heard from behind.

It seemed as if time slowed down, Diluc’s eyes flicker to look at the fatui, his hand reaching out towards you and your head is rested in the crook of his neck as he pulls you close to his body. He swings your figure around and to your horror, you catch sight of a pyro infused bullet running past you, the smooth metal grazing against Diluc’s skin, a groan leaving his mouth at the stinging feeling and you’re suddenly pushed into a narrow, dark, empty area within the cave.

It’s quiet for what feels like hours but is probably only a few seconds, the weight of Diluc on top of you is oddly comforting in the moment. Both of his hands are placed near your head and his breathing is heavy, your eyes are looking everywhere except his and the familiar feeling of butterflies floating in the pit of your stomach makes you feel dizzy.

Diluc removes his body when he hears the footsteps outside get quieter and you watch as he walks away from your figure with a limp. There’s nothing in the area except a few loose pieces of wood and the man wastes no time in gathering them together sparking a fire using his claymore.

You’re settled on the cold stone floor eyes never meeting his, instead they’re placed on the burning sticks. Diluc is sitting across from you with one knee propped up and his head leaned on the flat stone surface behind him.

The fire brought a comforting warmth to your bodies, orange hues of the flames reflecting off your faces. For a while the only noise in the empty space is the fire cracking until Diluc breaks the silence.

“You should know that it isn’t safe to be roaming around abandoned caves, especially if it seems like it’s being used.” his voice is soft when he speaks but his tone is harsh.

The air is surrounded by silence before you finally reply back. “I was picking mist flowers for..” when your eyes meet his you can feel your words start faltering, his crimson eyes are addicting to look at but you flick you eyes somewhere else feeling as if you’re gonna melt under his gaze, “a commission.” You finish trying to calm your frantic beating heart.

The white mask slips off his porcelain skin and you can see his brows crease in pain. He shakes his jacket off and he groans when he stands up turning his body away from your eyes, the sudden reminder of the pyro infused bullet hitting his skin has your face scrunched up in panic.

“Diluc, you’re hurt.” you’re unsure of what to do and when he turns his head back you’re biting your bottom lip in concern. “Let me help you.” But he turns his head back ignoring your stare on him.

“You don’t need to worry about me, you should take care of yourself.” With the small amount of courage left in your body you walk closer to the man and the sight of blood staining his clothes makes you wince.

“It’s the least I can do, you didn’t need to risk yourself to save me.” He turns his body towards you and he narrows his eyes. “You’re very important to me y/n, I didn’t want you to get hurt because of my actions.”

Your lips curl up into a smile and you move your hands to his chest pushing him back. “Then let me help you Diluc.” He lets you push him to the rock and he sits on the cold stone a small, “if you insist,” leaving his mouth. Diluc is a stubborn man, he would’ve insisted that he was fine and was able to patch himself up in no time but the genuine worry in your eyes had made him feel weak in the knees.

You're settled between his legs and despite him sitting on a rock his frame is equal to yours. Diluc’s eyes are casted on the flames burning on the wood his cheeks flaring red when you inform him to take his shirt off.

“So.. are you the famous dark knight hero everyone has been talking about?” you lightly shake your head in disbelief, Diluc’s eyes were back on your figure when you spoke and you tried to ignore his stare on you. “That name is rather absurd, I do hope you refrain from calling me that.” He lets out a scoff and you let out a small laugh.

The whole time you had refused to look at his bare upper body, the thought of touching his pale skin had made your heart feel as if it would jump out of your chest, but you can’t help and move your eyes to look at his wound.

The gash below his rib is small but there’s a ring of red forming around it, with gentle fingers your touch is light on his skin, the red scar is hot and feels as if you’re touching an open flame, you remove your fingers when Diluc flinches from your touch. Ripping off a piece of fabric from your skirt you use the thin material and start wrapping it over the wound.

Your fingers still feel like ice despite touching Diluc’s warm body. He lets out a grunt as you tighten the cloth around his waist, when you finish and tie the knot together he clenches his jaw, his head tilted back. “I’m all done.” The words are whispered on your lips as you catch sight of his eyes. “You can put your shirt back on now.” And you move your body away from him, embarrassment flooding in your stomach.

“Here,” picking up the mist flower that fell out of your basket near the pile of burning wood you press the cold blue flower against his wound. “that should help.” He sucks in a breath and takes the flower in his warm hands.

“Thank you y/n.” His gentle words brings a smile to your face and you fail to notice how close you are to the man. You clear your throat and nod at him, “of course.”

When you look at Diluc his eyes are focused on the mist flower as he continues to hold it over his cut, and you can’t help but stare at him with a clear look of adoration in your eyes.

“Y/n?” He fixes his gaze on you and you hum back a response, “I’m having a bit of trouble keeping the flower in place, do you mind helping me?” You lightly laugh and walk in his direction.

“Not at all Diluc.” Taking the cold flower from his hold you press it over to where his injury would be. “You know, you have really clumsy..” your words start to falter as you notice his eyes starring into yours then it flickers down to your lips, “..hands.”

Diluc’s ruby eyes lure you closer to him, the flower drops from your grasp and it makes a small noise as it falls to the floor, but neither one of you pay any attention it.

Even though he was holding the freezing flower moment ago Diluc's light touch on your waist is hot and he pulls you in between his legs again, your face inches away from his. He murmurs something under his breath but you’re too dazed to pick up his words.

“Can I kiss you?” It’s clear that he’s nervous because he bites his lower lip and removes his gaze off of yours and you find it to be very adoring, leaning forward you press a soft tender kiss to his delicate lips.

When you pull back there’s a grin on his face followed by a blush, he’s a bit hesitant with his actions but your flustered state must’ve boosted his ego, his grip on your waist tightens as he tugs your body forward, pressing another greedy languid kiss to you lips.

You cup his burning cheeks and you feel yourself falling deeper into a state of bliss. The kiss is fiery yet overwhelming as if he was devouring you, the taste of sweet grape juice lingers on your tongue and you relish in the bitter aftertaste of the kiss. You pull away from his lips brushing the strands of vermillion hair away from his face, the aftermath of the events makes your chest explode with warmth.

Diluc’s breath is heavy as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Should I warm your fingers up while we’re hanging out in here?” With a shy smile you’re suddenly reminded that you’re stuck in a small cave with the man you just kissed.

“Sure,” you wrap your arms around his neck and remove his hair tie letting his locks fall over his shoulders, running your fingers through his soft hair you lean towards him in a teasing manner. “If it means that the dark knight hero gets to do it.” Diluc rolls his eyes and he holds your fingers up to his lip placing feathery kisses on your cold fingers.

#diluc imagines #diluc #diluc x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin fluff #genshin hurt/comfort #kaeya #ragbros

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jillfizzart · 1 year

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controversial take that shouldn't really be controversial is that jill x lethe is a bad ship, lol

i know tellius doesn't have canon ages for most character but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that jill is at most 18 in por (mist calls her "someone close to her age") meanwhile lethe looks like she's a young adult (ish) and we all know laguz age differently than beorc. she's like...... way way older lol

+ oppressed minority/former racist is just not a good ship dymanic (?) at all sorry ! someone on here said that jill dating lethe is "the perfect conclusion to her character arc" and i'm like . Left with such a bad taste in my mouth . dumb

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lucienne-thee-librarian · 1 year

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You know, while the Despair x Edgar Allan Poe thing started mainly because of the Jill Thompson manga-style Season of Mists comics, and because we all like to joke about how Poe's incredibly angsty writing makes the pairing make sense? I think there's a deeper reason I'm unironically touched by the whole Despair and Poe thing - and by the sibling relationship between the Chaos Twins.

Because all jokes aside, the unspoken message at the heart of it that I see? Is "Everyone has value to someone. Everyone has someone who finds them not merely tolerable, but lovable. Everyone has someone who finds beauty in them."

Despair isn't everyone's favorite Endless and honestly, for very understandable reasons. Her realm, her function, isn't pretty or palatable. She's basically just sitting around feeding from people's sadness. She doesn't seem, to many, to contribute much to family meetings.

And yet, she is loved. She is treasured, doted on, by Desire. This is a character who is so often dismissive of others, often manipulative, so rarely shows genuine affection without some kind of game or scheme attached. Yet they seem to truly love their twin sister. They would be nothing without each other. She is always included by them in various schemes if possible. And to various writers and fans, Edgar Allan Poe found inspiration and even something to love, however strange, in her. She doesn't have to be as universally enticing as her twin or as creative as Dream or as obviously warm and lovable as Death or as fascinating and sympathetic as Delirium, to have her twin's whole heart, or even a random mortal poet's. She's good enough to some, as she is, as incomprehensible as it might seem to some.

I know some of us have had moments, or days or months, or even years, where we've felt like the Despair of our friend group or our family or the whole damn world, where we don't see how we contribute anything positive and we wonder how or why anyone would choose to care about us. I've had those moments, sometimes. Whether it's because we have some kind of mental illness or trauma or chronic health conditions to deal with, whatever the reason, I know many people have had times where even if they aren't the literal embodiment of despair, we've kind of felt like her. They may feel in those moments like they suck the joy and life out of everything or just like more trouble than we're worth.

So seeing or writing about someone choosing to love and spend time with even the literal personification of despair and hopelessness - yeah, the jokes are fun but it also kind of makes me feel things. And I wonder if I'm not alone in that.

And it may not be realistic to say that ANYONE is lovable to someone but honestly, sometimes I don't give a shit. Sometimes I need that, especially on those days when I feel afraid of reaching out to old friends because I wouldn't know how to answer the question of "what have you been up to" with anything that doesn't sound boring, or something they won't be interested in.

#personal #despair #despoe #sandman #wow this prolly got a little personal!! Killed the vibes a bit! But ppl can reblog ig #I just want to know if I'm not alone in this #it's very weirdly heartwarming for such a character that she's so deeply loved by at least one person #hell that in her previous form when it was murdered all her family went straight to horrifying revenge on her killer #it matters to me that despair matters to people in canon. Even without the poe thing. It's sweet okay??#and this family doesn't have a ton of sweet moments. Not without death and/or Delirium generally

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