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akutasoda · 1 month

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Hii can I request the obey me brothers with a teen mc who’s like bitter, rude and insults people for no reason and hates everyone with a passion. But then one day they just sneaked into the brothers rooms at night wanting comfort while at the edge of tears

even when words hurt

synopsis - even when you insult them, they'll offer you a shoulder

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, belphegor, beelzebub - all platonic

warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, angst with slight comfort, small mention of hurting reader, ooc?(mainly belphie), wc - 2k

lucifer ★↷

lucifer could never say he was impressed when he first met you. he was always one the fence per say with the whole student exchange program but went along with it because it was diavolo's insistence - and now the exchange student was extremely rude. he would begrudgingly admit that it was partly his fault for not reading through the files correctly.

by no means was he amused by how rude and blunt you were toward anyone and everyone, especially his brother's and the prince. it was rude of him to think and very wrong, but if you ever insulted the wrong demon and received consequences he wouldn't exactly feel any sympathy for you.

he would constantly nag you and tell you off for your rude remarks - to which always resulted in you insulting him as well. you really weren't a help to him as you would always drag yourself into trouble and he'd have to sort it out. he assumed this year was going to go extremely slow and he wondered what he had done to recieve you as a punishment.

however, as much as he seemed to be fed up with you there must've been atleast a small part of him that cared. otherwise why would he be conforting you in the middle of the night? he was finsihing paperwork formd diavolo and he had heard the creak of his door fron across the room, immediately assuming it was one of his brothers he told the figure to go away.

however he noticed the figure wasn't moving and he awears he could herlar sniffles. finally looking up from his paperwork he would recognise it as you even in the dim lighting. he was rather apprehensive and didn't quite know what you would want. but when he could in fact confirm you were crying he froze.

he wasn't exactly sure what to do in this situation and rather apprehensively offered you to come closer and tell him whats wrong. what really caught him off guard was when you immediately closed the distance and started sniffling more into his chest. if it were anyone else he'd push them off, but for some reason he let you stay as he offered you reassurance as you cried.

mammon ★↷

mammom really thought you were kind of annoying. he didn't like at how rude and blunt you were with everyone and would constantly snap back if you ever insulted him which would then lead to you and him getting into a complete argument of sorts. he wasn't looking forward to you staying the year as the exchange student.

whenever he caught you being rude to somebody he wouldn't interfere until afterwards when he could really complain how weird of a human you were. a part of him wanted to sympathise with your situation as the exchange student and perhaps you were just scared but you were incredibly spiteful to anyone - so he kind of hated you.

but that same sympathy would be the reason he wouldn't push you away when you sought him out for comfort. he wasn't exactly expecting to be shook awake in the middle of the night, at first he assumed it was lucifer who had caught on to one of his more recent schemes but when he opened his eyes he was met with your face.

he wanted to be snarky and demand you get out of his room but he could tell something was wrong. mainly because mammon knew that your rude persona wouldn't bring you into his room in the middle of the night. he would slowly sit up and before he could get a word out, you hugged him. and while you hugged him, he tell you were slowly starting to cry.

he froze immediately. he didn't exactly know what was wrong or why you had come to him of all people and so for a while he sat there awkwardly as you cried. eventually he would put aside how rude you had been to him and let you cry it out and then he'd get you to tell him what was wrong. so he could help.

leviathan ★↷

leviathan wasn't exactly open to talking to the human exchange student, especially when they were rude and had a passionate hatred for anyone. it really deterred him from talking to you as he didn't want to become a victim to your harsh tongue.

he would often avoid you, mainly because he spent alot of his time in his room, and only saw you in fleeting glances in hallways or at the dinner table. however he would hear from his brothers about how you insulted them or some random demon at RAD and that made him feel rather glad he stayed away from you, even though he felt cruel about that.

he couldn't of guessed in thousands of years that you'd seek him out for comfort. he barely interacted with you and actively avoided you but here you were standing in his doorway on the edge of tears. although he could guess his absence made you turn to him, you insulted everybody else and probably doubted they'd want to console you because of that.

he was sat in his tub, playing some game on his phone, when you abruptly opened his door and closed it behind you. he looked at you questionly and panicked a little when you quickly walked over to him. levi was scared you were going to insult him but quickly realised the that you were on the edge of tears and became clueless.

he didn't know how to console anyone let alone a human! so after a while of awkward silence he hesitantly asked if he could do anything and when he was met with no response - apart from some sniffles - he turned to one of his comforts. he handed you his phone and offered to show you how to play the gam, hoping that it would help you calm down and take your mind off things.

satan ★↷

satan absolutely despised how rude and bitter you were. you were the human exchange student, you should be grateful that things were out in place to ensure your safety and yet here you were insulting everyone and anyone that came near you. he would surprise himself with how much patience he had when it came to your rudeness.

he guessed a part of that came from the fact that he assumed you were simply going through a 'rebellious teenage phase'. but even so, surely you'd reason with yourself and tone it down with literal demons. this all did little to stop how angry he could get when you insulted him however.

he was the avatar of wrath. a being of pure anger, you're insults toward him would annoy him ten times more than anyone else. and yet he would still comfort you when you snuck your way into his room with tears in your eyes. he had heard someone open his door and immediately woke as he couldn't quite think who would be here.

he was almost angry. almost, but then he saw you peeking out from behind one of his many stacks of books. he could tell you were on the edge of tears and didn't push you away when you rushed over to him. he could understand you in that moment. he too was extremely rude and had a hatred for anyone ages ago but he had learnt how to deal with his emotions. perhaps you just needed someone to help you with yours.

asmodeus ★↷

asmodeus was really put off by how bitter you were. in a weird way, he was looking forward to seeing who the human exchange student was and at first he thought you were alright but then you started insulting everyone around you. he really didn't want to talk to you after that.

he doubted you could insult him but his ego was surprisingly fragile and thought it was better not to risk it. he really couldn't understand why you seemed to simply hate everyone, you'd never met any demons before and he could take a reasonable guess that you were like this to everybody, demon or not.

however he did worry for you. surely that rude persona was bad for you in many ways and so he had little problems when you came searching for him for comfort. when you shook him awake he was a little bit surprised and a bit annoyed that somebody ruined his sleep but when he saw your trembling face, he couldn't care less for his sleep.

he would immediately sit up and offer you a hug and if that was your breaking point for tears, he would've mind. he'd simply reassure you and let you cry before slowly coaxing you to talk about what bothered you and listening diligently.

beelzebub ★↷

beelzebub was a bit indifferent to your bitter, rude personality. on one hand you insulted his brothers and anyone else that came near you which he didn't like. but on the other he could try and think of reasons why you so quickly insukted people and he felt kind of bad for you - mainly down to the reasons of you being a teen and you being scared.

he really couldn't help but look out for you in the hallways at RAD, knowing you were prone to insulting people made him worry that you'd upset the wrong demon. he didn't really care when you insulted him. sure some of them stung but he really couldn't bring himself to feel offended or insulted by then.

and so would be another that has absolutely no issue offering you comfort. he had briefly nipped to the kitchen to have something to eat and when he got back he saw you sat on the edge of his bed and immediately got concerned. he quickly closed the gap and sat beside you and asking if you needed something.

if that was when you broke into tears, he'd give you a hug and let you cry it out. if not he'd listen to anything you'd have to say and try his best to offer you support and comfort.

belphegor ★↷

belphie also absolutely detested how rude and bitter you were. the absolute nerve of you, the human exchange student to be rude and insult all the demons that definitely wanted you dead. he had heard all the stories and complaints his brothers had from up in the attic and he was gald he was locked up there.

when you first ventured up into the attic, belphie opted to stay silent and let you pass. he did not want to deal with you as he already opposed to the whole human exchange student idea and now the exchange student was a bitter teen. he would wait until you left for sure before he even dared to move or make a sound.

the second time you ventured up into the attic, belpie opted to stay silent again. however he let his curiosity get the better of him as he could sense something was different, you didn't seem as snarky weirdly enough. and he was proven correct when he saw you huddled up in a corner as you curled in on yourself.

he was about to just let you be but then he heard sniffles and watched you make an attempt to wipe the tears that threatened to fall. he hated the human student exchange idea, he hated the human that was chosen but he called out to you with no malice intended. you were obviously startled and he simply asked what was wrong.

he would then proceed to listen to you rant to him and even let you stay up in the attic for as long as you wanted. belphie wanted to hate you. he wnated you out of devildom, especially because you were young, but yet he didn't mind you staying.

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chosobeee · 6 months

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𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓞𝓷 𝓗𝓲𝓶 ♡

Pairing: Soft!Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Again very self indulgent, lots of fluff. Toji is WHIPPED. Extremely ooc--I just really love me some soft Toji, I'm sorry, I promise I'll do one where he's his mean little self to balance it out. Some cussing, mentions of Toji being a dick.

A/N: Yay my second fic! I got even more carried away with this one than the last. But I think this one came out better, so I'm not upset. Also yes, it is in head canon format, but honestly it makes me feel more comfortable to write in this format, especially after being SO out of practice writing. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! xx

- Your work week has been a long and tiring one. Being promoted was something that excited you at first, more hours equals more money—which never hurt anyone, right?

- Now, a few months into the promotion, you’re starting to heavily regret accepting the position. Constantly picking up shifts for people who called out, having to go the extra mile all the time and never being thanked or rewarded for it. Truth be told, it fucking sucks.

- But now that you and your boyfriend have finally moved into an apartment together, you both need to work in order to pay the bills. Rent isn’t gonna pay itself.

- Toji picked up a contractor job for some of the larger buildings currently being built in the inner city area—a job that paid well, but kept him away from you for longer than you liked. You’re proud of him, though, knowing he’s working hard for the life you’re slowly building together. The thought made your heart flutter in your chest.

- Stepping onto the welcome mat you had gotten as a house warming gift, your feet ached. Each step felt as though you were walking on shattered glass and upturned nails. Sharp pains shoot up your thighs and lower back as you dig into your bag to retrieve your keys.

- Inside, you’re greeted with the delicious scent of an unidentified food being cooked. It was so pleasant compared to all of the other signals felt in your body that you immediately let out a sigh of contentment.

- Kicking off the shoes that were now suffocating your feet and dropping your bag and keys at the door, you shuffle your way into the kitchen and lean against the frame.

- There Toji stands, his back facing you, focused on stirring whatever is in the pot in front of him. You can hear him whistling a soft tune, one that makes the warmth in your chest spread to your cheeks.

- He was so… husband material now. You thought back to when you first met him, the way he acted. He was so much more cold, distant—abrasive, even. You don’t know how or why, but as you started growing closer, it was like a switch flipped in his head. Well, maybe not that quickly, but it still surprised you.

- Not that you were complaining.

- He became so sweet when it came to you. He was so reassuring, soft, and kind. He would give you gifts—and not necessarily expensive ones, but ones that held sentimental value. Things that reminded him of you, and things to remind you of him. He would call you sweet nicknames, take care of you when you fell ill, call and make appointments for you when you felt particularly anxious.

- It’s precious to see him now, bustling about in the kitchen to cook a meal for you in your shared home. It seems so anti-Toji. The old him would’ve scoffed at this idea, claiming he would never be "weak" enough to settle down for someone like that.

- Suddenly sensing your presence, Toji’s whistling comes to a halt and he turns around, wooden spoon in hand. He smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Staring again, doll?” He puts a hand on his hip. “I know I’m pretty, but a ‘hello’ would be nice, too.”

- You chuckle, walking up to the counter and leaning on it for support. “You are pretty. And you seemed so peaceful doing your little house husband things, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

- He scrunches his eyebrows and pouts. Toji Fushiguro is pouting. “We both know I’m the real breadwinner in this family.”

- Your roll your eyes and he points the wooden spoon at you punitively. “Now come taste this and tell me what you think, brat.”

- After you’re both finished with dinner you decide to curl up on the couch and catch up on an episode of the show you guys have been putting off for a while now.

- Not even five minutes into the episode your eyes are already growing heavy. The day is really catching up to you now. Sighing, you gently lift Toji’s arm and lean down, resting your head in his lap.

- Before you even have the chance, Toji is grabbing the blanket at your waist and pulling it up over your shoulders. He keeps in in place with his arm while he combs his fingers absentmindedly through your hair, his attention still on the screen in front of you. Unknown to you, though, is Toji's face-splitting smile, always happy to be the one you lean on.

- You’re already fast asleep by the time the episode is over, and Toji is well aware of it, too. He smiles gently at your soft snores, leaning over you just enough to see your face squished against his thigh.

- He lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. He doesn’t know how or when it happened, but he is absolutely taken by you. He hasn’t held anything this close to his heart in a very long time, and honestly, that sometimes scares him a bit.

- Carefully, he rolls you into a little burrito and picks you up bridal-style, carrying you all the way to your shared bed before setting you down gently and unwrapping you from your burrito prison.

- Before crawling into bed he looks down at you once more, taking in the peaceful expression you wear while asleep. Caressing your cheek, he leans down and kisses you on the forehead.

- Every single day he falls more in love with you, and he’s almost certain you barely notice how genuinely deep his feelings run. He tries to make it clear with reassurance and gift giving, but he knows that he’s still not the best at communicating his feelings. But he tries, really hard. Just for you. Because he loves you and he wants to make sure you understand just how much.

- He knows how hard you’ve worked for this life together with him. He knows how hard it can be on you, especially with your new promotion and his work hours being almost completely opposite of yours. He knows how much you care about him and this relationship, and it makes his heart soar. He’s had flings in the past, but nothing that’s ever been this serious. No one who has ever taken him serious.

- You’re a blessing, a miracle. To know that he gets to spend his life by your side isn’t something he takes lightly. He’s forever grateful that you chose him, that you chose to be by his side, even when in the beginning he was more of a dickhead than anything else. And for that, he will always protect you. He will always cherish you.

- Slipping out of his shirt and sweats, he takes his place in bed next to you, covering you both up with the blankets and pulling you into his chest.

- You breathe out a contented breath and lay your arm across his chest, bringing your leg up and over his. Snuggling into his side, he smiles. He turns off the bedside lamp and lets the darkness cover you both like a blanket.

- He kisses you on top of the head once more before closing his own eyes, happy to be able to wake up next to you in the morning to come.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader

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inkblot22 · 24 days

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(PS I don’t actually know the source material for idia I just stumbled upon one of your fics while looking at FFXIV Yandere fics so sorry if this sounds OOC)

I’m not super creative but what do you think might actually be Idia’ routine with his darling? Does he fall into any routine, does it change a lot?

Have a wonderful day (and happy late bunny day!) 🫶

I actually am of the opinion that this is a very creative thought! You should give yourself more credit. I like to idealize the day to day life, but it never occurred to me that writing it down might be a good idea. On that sentiment, I think maybe Vil or even Leona would have a better day to day routine. Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Also, wow, what a pipeline, FFXIV to twst?? You've got good taste lmao welcome to my blog.

I'll put this under the cut, and I'm also not promising that this will be very good. I use the 24 hour clock. I am constantly getting told irl that American people don't do that, but I'm evil, so I'm putting the times in 24 hour clock format.

TW for mentions of noncon, coercion, captivity, someone keeping someone else awake, a hint of Idia being an asshole

+ Idia doesn't really seem like he has much of a set schedule, but Ortho absolutely does and Ortho is lowkey kind of bossy, so...

+ Yeah uh, Idia's partner is absolutely out of luck. Idia likes night gaming a lot, and he gets loud, so good luck sleeping. Idia himself goes to bed late and wakes up whenever the heck he wakes up. He could go to bed at 0300 in the morning and wake up again at 0700.

+ As his kept partner, the schedule is a little more normal, like I said. Ortho doesn't really need to sleep from what I understand, (I haven't read all of book 6, no spoilers or else I WILL temporarily block you) but it's silly to imagine that he doesn't wake up or attempt to wake up everyone else around him as early as 0600.

+ After waking up, Idia will eat breakfast. I think it'd be delivered usually since Idia and his partner are basement dwellers, one by nature and the other by force. After breakfast begins work...

+ Or procrastination. Idia flip flops between extreme focus on what he should be doing and what he should not be doing. He manages to get his schoolwork done, but more often than not, he's asking his partner to cuddle up and watch a movie, drama, or his fingers flying across the keyboard. Idia will not ask them to cuddle if he is doing schoolwork or virtually attending classes.

+ I like to think that he smells smoky, on account of the flaming hair, and he runs hot, so prepare to SWEAT. In the case his partner doesn't really want to hang out with him, he will usually sulk and only occasionally get upset to the point of doing something about it.

+ I don't think he showers every day. I think he's an every other day type of showerer, based solely on him not being particularly active. This means that his partner doesn't have to run on his showering schedule and gets extra hot water on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

+ By the way, in the case that Idia's darling ever gets peckish, Idia has a snack stash that he proudly pulled out and showed them as soon as they were allowed to wander a bit. I figure they get hungry some time around 1400, especially if Idia is also eating at that time.

+ I think his metabolism is fast, but also a bit odd. He is a young person, and therefore he strikes me as the type to get randomly hungry. If asked very nicely (and with the promise of physical affection in some form) he'd be incredibly willing to make his partner something to munch on when he makes his own.

+ Despite Idia's partner being literally held captive in his room, with all his suspicious items and, worst of all, himself, Idia is about as respectful as a kidnapper can be about demanding sex. He doesn't like to be physically forceful about it, and he often will just jerk off in the bathroom.

+ The reason for this is very simple: If Ortho ever saw Idia having sex with ANYONE, Idia would spontaneously combust. Well, obviously he doesn't know that for certain, but it's a theory that he is not willing to test. He won't even talk about his preferences around his little brother.

+ As far as I'm aware, most people in captive situations do not tend to ask their kidnapper to fuck them unless they're being threatened in some way, but Idia's partner isn't typically being threatened (ignore the shock collar,) so they never ask Idia to have sex.

+ This does not stop Idia from being a whiny bitch about not having sex enough as soon as Ortho is gone for a few hours. The close quarters and sudden advent of a human being who he doesn't mind touching him is a big thing for Idia.

+ Ortho goes on "walks" in a sort of unusual schedule. That is to say that he doesn't have a schedule. If something needs to be picked up, he's tired of Idia not listening to him, he has his own stuff to do, or he just feels like it, Ortho will go out, sharing his location with Idia. From there, Idia will typically calculate how long it'd take Ortho to get back paired with whatever Ortho said he was going to do before he left, and see if he can squeeze in some coerced touching.

+ So. Good luck, Idia's partner. Idia will make a big stink until he gets bored or his partner gives in. His partner usually gives in, based on fear of what he might do alone.

+ Bedtime is somewhat randomized. If Ortho was out, when he comes back and it's any time after 2000, he will very subtly try to get Idia and his partner to start winding down. If both or one ignores him, he'll start getting upset.

+ Like I said, Ortho is kinda bossy. He will nag someone, and the worst part is that he's usually got their best interest in mind.

+On the off chance that Idia decides to go to bed at a decent time, he curls up behind his partner. He runs hot and smells smoky, and at some times it's not the worst thing. Some times.

+ By the way, a lot of this flies out the window in the event that Idia decides to attend classes in person. This is rare, so don't expect it to happen often, but it's not as good as it could be. Ortho goes with him and he locks up any way to reach the outside world, so all his partner has to entertain themselves is his manga collection, or the fun pastime of destruction of property. (This is a very bad idea, and I can expand on punishments later.)

+ In Idia's partner's case, every day is much of the same but just a little different, which makes it hard to keep track of time. The fact that Idia prefers low lighting and no natural light doesn't help this whatsoever.

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silkythewriter · 1 year

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Hello! If you are still open can I request these two characters from LMK (Lego Monkie Kid)?

YANDERE! Sun Wukong and YANDERE!Macaque the six-ear monkey (together) with a Y/N who extremely fear people who are stronger than them so they always hide when meeting one

Y/N: they are a person that has Social anxiety and overthinks alot even in small situations and they always hide behind something that is big enough to hide them (EXAMPLE: BIG Rock) (when their trust one is not there) and hide behind their trust one (EXAMPLE: Hiding behind pigsy) (when their trust one is there) when meeting a stronger person. And it took REALLY long to get their trust.

Sun Wukong meet them beacsue M.k introduced them to him

Macaque meets them on accident (which you can choose how /3)

I hope you can do this!! :D (NOT FORCING)

꧁𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꧂

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: silkythewriter, formally known as weirdowithahat

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲/𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: reposted by: unknown on Pinterest and crated by flying bark

𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: sublieu

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Simon Lucas

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: yanderes, Obsession, stalking, toxic relationship, OOC macaque, OOC sun wukong . ALSO JUST WANNA AGAIN, thank you guys so much for the request!!! <3. You guys and this fandom are truly awesome!!!!

Swk: sun wukong

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝:

Headcanons began now

I feel like sun wukong and macaque would find it adorable. Yet they would try their best to help you in the situation.

Like for example gaining your thrust, even if it takes a good while, it better for you to try hiding behind them then pigsy or anyone else. These two monkey boys get jealous at the smallest things

The swear to protect you no matter the cost so when anyone villainous or to powered shows up you know it’s about to be a show not to mention how sun wukong and macaque like being show offs while doing so

If both of them know the person will be a bit of a struggle to put down if they are a threat. One would carry you off to MK as the other fights. They only trust Mk with you cause he is the only one with powers such as theirs and well he’s the one they know the most of course!

When Mk introduced you to sun wukong, sun wukong was immediately memorized, especially by your cute little movements no one else but him noticed. Like the way you clutched mks sleeve while nervously, or the way you but your lip when you thought hard, or even when you played with your fingers to distract yourself from uncomfortable situations

But to sun wukong dismay soon macaque learned about you one way or other. They both budded heads with each other constantly due to you

They did come to a resolution after one incident that made them work together to save you from a outta control demon. I know sun wukong is immortal but holy hell did that give him a death scare

They keep you close and follow you anywhere, where ever you go they go. Even if your just rounding a small street Conor to a store they’ll never be too far behind always trailing right behind you.

They usually like teasing you when you hide behind a rock or anything, mainly sun wukong but if it actually turns out serious and you end up hurt these boys are going to go CRAZY

Whenever you get hurt they are most differently fighting and blaming each other, while also smothering you and making sure your okay

To be honest their like your personal body guards anywhere you go. Like I mean anywhere 😭

Macaque is horrible at social situations even with his slide guy mask. So he understands your pain, aswell as sun Wunkong a bit, but he’s more social then both of you so when it comes to talking or anything it’s usually up to him

Pigsy catch up’s to this and tries standing up to them but….let’s just say he stayed silent real quick -_-💧

Over all these two monkey boys are very overprotective of you so you better get use to two magic monkeys following you around 24/7 💧 I wish you luck reader -_-💧

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impactedfates · 8 months

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Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking that because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of their extremely harsh training sessions the reader decides to run away especially after one particularly rough training session where the reader was injured after they accidentally talked back and that night the reader starts packing their stuff but they accidentally left behind their late mother's pendant and Blade found it the next morning. (I hope you're okay with writing this and I wish you a good morning, afternoon or good night ☺️)

A/N: Hihi!! Dw I'm okay with writing this, thanks for the request! I hope you're having a good morning/afternoon/night as well :) This is not how I personally interpreted Blade, however to fit in with this request, I tried my best to match it up based on said request. I hope this oneshot is too your liking, I tried my best to follow the prompt of your thing. Tbh I don't like what I've written much but I hope you can enjoy it anyways.

W.C: 1389

Warnings: Blade is a bad dad, small mentions of death (Readers Mom and some mara struck soldiers), small mentions of blood, angst ending (I think?), most definitely an ooc Blade honestly...,semi-proof read as always.

((Reader is a teen in this))

Blade's sword slashed through the mara struck beings. His eyes cautiously looking everywhere to ensure he wouldn’t get surprised attacked. Soon the surrounding mara struck enemies where no more. He was able to go back home and see his love.

He called out her name, expecting a reply back. But all that filled his ears was eerily silence…he didn’t walk too far away from her did he?

He paused a bit and called out again, still no response, he was quick to turn and speed walked in the direction he saw her last. Eyes slightly widening as he spotted who he was looking for on the ground, bleeding out. The mara struck soldier who was responsible, right beside them about to deal a final blow, Blade quickly moved and slashed it, it disappeared into dust. But he had no time to celebrate his victory as he quickly crouched down and lifted up his love.

All she could do was weakly turn to him.

“I managed to kill it the first time…b-but their revival state was much stronger than I first thought…how stupid am I huh?”

She spoke, her hands quickly lifted to her mouth as she coughed, blood coming out. Blade was beyond concerned.

“I’ll…I’ll get you to a healer…just hang on tight”

He had softly said, standing up slowly, trying his best to make his way to a nearby healer he could threaten to heal her or just go back to the Stellaron Hunters Base to get her treated.

“Bladie…there’s no need…I-I don’t think I’d make it anyways…”

“Don’t say that, I just have to be quick”

He answered her quickly, shaking his head before cursing under his breath about the whereabouts of Kafka.

“Bladie…me and you both know I won’t make it…so…can you make a promise to me?”

“Sweetheart, you aren’t going too…I won’t let it happen”

Blade's voice rang out once more, but he knew she was right but he just won’t accept it. He can’t.

“Promise me you’ll take care of our kid…make them have a happy life…even if it is in this awful world…even if I’m not there…make sure they’re able to protect themselves as well so they won’t suffer the same fate as me…promise me?”

“S-stop…y-you aren’t g-going too…”

“Promise me”

Blade stood still from where he was, halting his actions. He stared at her for a bit before looking away. “I promise…”

“Dad p-please can we rest…f-for just a minute”

Your voice ran out tiredly in the training room, your hands on your knees as you attempted to catch your breath. Your eyes glance up to your father, Blade. His sword was still in hand as he looked at you. Showing no emotion like always. He slowly made his way to you, out of instinct you moved back, until your back hit a wall.

“How do you think you’ll be able to protect yourself if you cannot withstand this training?”

He spoke, his eyes narrowing a bit at your form, as he folded his arms. Your breathing slowed a bit as you looked to the ground.

“T-these training sessions…are getting too hard for me…c-can’t we for once just…go out to eat or s-something” “What do you mean by that?”

You took a deep breath in, lifting your head up, eyes meeting his.

“W-we used to go out a lot w-when mom was still here”

You start, not failing to notice the way he tightened his grip on his sword by the very mention of your mother.

“M-mom…s-she would’ve liked if I was resting…I-I don’t think she’d like it if you or I were overworking ourselves with training”

“Your mothers gone”

Blade speaks, inching forward, his arms to his side as his eyes glare at you. You knew that bringing your mother up would strike a nerve in Blade, you knew how much he loved her. But you felt like this was the only way he’d listen.

“Yes, I know b-but…she would’ve wanted us to be happy, to n-not always train too-”

“She’s gone.”

Your father repeated, his grip on the sword increasing with each word that passed through your lips. You shut your mouth for a second, breathing in. Trying to calm yourself and giving your father some time to calm himself as well. Soon your father spoke up again.

“I lost your mother…I’m not losing you just because you couldn’t protect yourself”

“You’re not even there for me anyways, why do you care!?”

“Because I promised your mother!”

“Well you’re not doing a very good job at keeping that promise are you!”

It was quick, maybe you went out of line with what you said, maybe you didn’t. But the next thing you knew was Blade's sword stabbed on the wall next to your head, but also the feeling of blood trickling down your cheek. Your hand had lifted slowly to check the cut, it wasn’t deep, but it wasn’t small either.

Blades heaving breathing filled the room, his eyes looking at the floor before slowly to your face. He slowly moved back a bit upon seeing the cut on your cheek. He hadn’t meant too…he just…snapped. He only intended to stab his sword on the wall, not to hurt you in any way but he failed anyway. He quickly moved away from you and looked to the side before speaking up in a quiet voice.

“…I’m-”

“I’m going to my room”

And now here you were, packing your bags. You had already patched up your wound, but you didn’t want to stay for any longer.

You double, triple checked you had everything before waiting until the dead of night to sneak out. You didn’t know where you’d be going but…anywhere away from your so-called father right?

And despite all your checking, you seemed to have missed the gift your mother wanted to give you before she died.

Blade couldn’t sleep, he lay in bed breathing slowly thinking about what happened…he was so concentrated on fulfilling the promise to ensure you could protect yourself that he forgot he also promised to make you happy. He knew he’d have a long way to go if he wanted to do that but…he’ll start.

The next morning comes along, and although Blade didn’t get as much sleep as he probably should’ve. He was thinking of ways to try and get your forgiveness.

Slowly he got off his bed and made his way to your room, he’ll check on you first. Hopefully you’ll be okay with listening to him.

He knocked once, twice, three times on the door. No response, the only thing was silence. He tried again.

And again.

And…again…

Each round of knocking grew louder and desperate as time went on. The same aching feeling he had in his heart when he realised his old love wasn’t responding…now it was his kid that wasn’t.

But they were just mad at him right?...That’s gotta be it.

“...I’m coming in”

He spoke, slowly opening the door to an empty room, he opened the door wider and looked around. Where were you? You’re hiding right? You gotta be hiding. He looked around.

“...[Name]...come out…this isn’t funny”

He spoke, looking around the room, hoping you’d jump out at him.

“If this is payback for what…happened…then I deserve it, but please come out”

He tried again. His eyes looked everywhere in the room, until it caught on something shining in the sunlight. He walked over, it was your mothers late pendant. His hand slowly reached for it, his thumb slowly running over the gem in the middle. He paused for a bit before clutching onto it. Making his way out of the room in silence.

Perhaps he was dumb to think you’d stick around after what happened and how he treated you. How he’d only really converse or hang out with you if it was training.

But he had hoped he would be able to fix it before you grew resentful of him…perhaps he was dumb on that part too. Somehow seeing the pendant in the empty room made him realise that not only did he lose his love, but also you. It made him finally accept that you ran away from home...from him.

And not only that, he couldn’t fulfil a part of the promise he made.

To make you have a happy life.

My friend who I asked to read through it said it was giving Endeavour vibes and I have no idea how to feel about that...maybe that's part of the reason why I don't like this fic...

#HSR #Honkai star rail #honkai starrail #HSR x you #HSR x reader #Honkai star rail x you #Honkai star rail x reader #Honkai starrail x you #honkai starrail x reader #HSR Blade #HSR Blade x reader #HSR Blade x you #platonic #platonic hsr #platonic blade x reader #platonic blade x you

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verlaines-corner-archive · 1 year

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Death X Fem! Reader NsFW pls

Muerte/Death kink hcs

-> I chose to do kink hcs for this because yeah. This is intended to be written as gender neutral, save for one mention of period sex. Do enjoy dear anon! :]

This is somehow above 1k words. Kill me now. Might be a little ooc also? It is a little hard to imagine the actual embodiment of death fucking someone LMAO

Marking -> Now Muerte isn’t really possessive, at least not beyond the base possessiveness of being a wolf, so marking with him is less about letting others know you’re his and more about personal satisfaction. It’s like a confirmation of sorts, not that that’s really needed at all, but is still nice. He also just thinks you look gorgeous marked too, so there’s that.

There are two ways Muerte likes to mark you, with the first and most prominent one being through biting. In general Muerte likes using his teeth on you; sinking them into your shoulder, dragging them down your torso, leaving light bites on your inner thigh, you get the picture. Though his favourite one [and this isn’t really biting] is having his jaw wrapped around your throat as he fucks you. The slight smell of fear, the utter display of trust, there are many reasons it appeals to him. He drools a lot during it too, with it leaking onto the mattress as he traces his tongue along your trachea. He may clamp down on your throat a little, enough for you to feel his teeth, but don’t worry - he’s not taking you like that yet.

The second way he likes to mark you is through scratching. This is more teasing than with biting, and is actually unintentional a lot of the time. His claws are long and sharp, and sometimes even just holding down your hips results in claw marks and pinpricks of blood. Muerte isn’t entirely unaware of it, but he can get very lost in the pleasure of fucking you and it just doesn’t occur to him. Always a pleasant surprise afterwards.

Knife/Blood play -> Using his shotels on you is a guilty pleasure of his. Loves dragging the blade along your skin, have it just barely grazing you, seeing the fear in your eyes and smelling it. Muerte is especially fond of tilting your head up with the end of the blade or using it to spread your legs. There’s also the factor of trust in this that makes it so appealing too. He’s incredibly endeared by how much trust you have in him, how much you’re willing to place your life in his paws [hands?], and it warms his heart.

All of those former ones also tie in heavily with blood play. The sight of you fucked out, marked, and bleeding [albeit lightly] always does wonders to him, including the smell of it. The smell of blood has never really done anything to him before, neither has the sight of it, but with you? He’s almost feral, snarling and growling as he laps up your blood like a beast starved.

Don’t worry though! Muerte always takes the time to patch you up afterwards and is sure not to cross any boundaries. Your safety and wellbeing is important to him after all.

Period sex -> For the same reason as above with blood play, with the added benefit of him not having to hurt you to see you bleed, so it eliminates all worry.

Prey/predator -> This one is obvious perhaps, but Muerte likes playing with his food before he eats it. He doesn’t go to extremes for this one, there’s no actively hunting you down, but he certainly uses his stature and nature to make you feel weak and small, like you’re about to be devoured at any given moment. Not that he ever would of course, and like before the trust involved in it makes it all the more enjoyable. He just likes toying with you, getting you all worked up and scared [within reason].

Praise -> Praise actually goes both ways with Muerte! Despite everything Muerte is very soft at times, and even when he’s being rough he likes to keep things intimate and finds praise to be a good way to do that. Most praise is said in Spanish and accompanied by pet names, such as love, dear, or if he’s feeling teasing “little lamb”. You are incredibly important to him, special, and he has no qualms in telling you this. Wants you to know how good you’re doing for him, how well you’re taking him.

Now he won’t admit it, please don’t make him admit it, but he likes being called your “good boy”. Like, really likes it. If he was capable of blushing he probably would and he knows it too, which is why he gets somewhat defensive when you call him that the first few times. Not that the denial works at all mind you, his tail is very clearly wagging.

Cockwarming -> I’m not sure if this counts as a kink but Muerte is a big fan of cockwarming! He likes having you sat pretty on his lap and keeping him warm as he reads or goes over lists or so on. The way you whine and try to get some sort of friction is adorable to him, especially due to how easy it is to just hold you down and keep you there.

Though Muerte also likes the intimacy of it and a lot of quiet mornings and nights will be spent cuddled up together cockwarming. He doesn’t get much time with you due to his job, so stolen moments like this are simply lovely to him. Litters kisses on whatever skin he can reach and will mutter praise and confession of love into your ear. Do the same to him, he all but melts when you do.

Breeding -> Now Muerte wasn’t even aware he had a breeding kink until he met you and started getting ruts, and honestly I don’t think Muerte even wants kids, just wants to fuck you and stuff you so full of his cum that you can’t think. Likes watching it drip out of you and onto the mattress, and honestly he might scoop some of it up on his fingers and shove them in your mouth. Always calls you his lovely little mate as he stuffs you full too, saying you can surely take more. And you will, even if you think you can’t you will.

Going off this Muerte particularly likes knotting you. His knots usually last for half an hour, and during that time he likes just holding you close. Will often spoon with you and honestly he might not even pull out once his knot’s gone down, leading to cockwarming or another round. Cums a lot while knotting you too, like a slow steady stream, though it doesn’t last the whole duration of the knot.

#✧ library shelves ✧#puss in boots #puss in boots x reader #muerte x reader #muerte #death x reader #death #death puss in boots #wolf puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish

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Ambivalence: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader (preview)

A/N: One innuendo there, but nothing explicit.

A/N 2: PLEASE send me some Ghost content (Tiktoks, fanfics, fanart, whatever, I need more background check to avoid OOC cause that would be a shame)

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She was a spy.

A very good, skilled and - unfortunately - very flirtatious spy. Extremely good at what she was doing.

And sometimes - but obviously only sometimes - during the time of war and in need of intel, having a professional spy on the army's side might come in as a handful.

Did I mention she was a minx?

Knowing how to use her charms, her pretty smiles and her purposefully chosen words to entice, transfix, encourage and then break and get what she needed.

Any method possible. No holds barred.

Yes. That woman was definitely something else.

A fucking paradox.

Cruel, ruthless and cold.

Sweet, optimistic and cheerful.

And he hated her. With his whole being.

And every time the task force 141 were forced to work with her was the most challenging for Simon, who was purposefully keeping his distance and gritting his teeth if Y/N Y/L/N aka Enigma (that's classified) was closer then 6 ft. Being more than happy to leave her under Soap or Konig supervision, since those two seemed to be enamoured in her.

But not Simon.

No. He was focusing on his duties and not on making friends. Especially with a woman.

A freaking woman freaking helping the army.

But-

Just this one time, he was assigned to work with her. By official order.

And when duty called, he answered.

And that was how he found himself undercover, outside of some VIP club while Y/N was doing her job gathering intel on the latest 141 target.

Being her fucking bodyguard.

Watching her every move, every gesture, judging every word coming through the comms.

And his angry puffing was not helping at all.

"Could you try and be professional for once?" Y/N hissed to the comm. "Some people are actually working here!"

Spoiler alert! She hated him equally as much as he hated her. Starting from the fact he always kept his face hidden. She teased him mercilessly about possibility of him being ugly but he never took the bait. How was it possible to be this stoic and emotionless all the fucking time.

"Huh. Working." he muttered taking in her dress.

Black. Very elegant. Very revealing. With a cutout on the back and right leg and deep neckline that emphasised her breasts. An outfit that made every man in the room drool at her and - that Simon was sure of - causing a hell lot of dirty thoughts.

"You jealous or something?" she smirked

"Do you want every fucking pervert there to look at you?"

"That's kind of the point. Besides, I was ordered to dress like that. Out of every people in the world you should know the meaning of an order."

"And if they told you to spread your legs will you also agree?!" he hissed fighting the urge to either hit something or barge inside and shooting that man who just asked her to dance, letting his hands move along some parts of her body they were never supposed to wander.

To be continued...

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley angst #ghost angst

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❥ COMPOSER / BLOODY QUEEN + COOKING HCS. ˚⊹꒷

🕊️୧・꒰word count꒱ total—1605, frederick—816, mary—789.

🌸୧・꒰warnings꒱ possibly ooc ꒰mary꒱, not heavily edited.

🐇୧・꒰adi moment꒱ request here! i ended up adding mary to this request, since i thought it would be interesting to have a character that could cook with one that can't. ꒰i also just love mary ♡꒱ hope you enjoy! ꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱˖⁺‧₊˚

જ⁀➴ frederick kreibrug, the composer. ˚⊹꒷

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick can only be described as a natural perfectionist, and this trait isn’t something that so easily disappears whenever he enters the kitchen. After all, he’s lived his entire life with expectations being piled onto him by both his fans and his family—and while he may no longer have any affiliation with them, such high external pressures do eventually tend to seep in. Regardless of what the subject matter may be, if he doesn’t do something to the very height of his abilities, then what’s the point of doing it at all?

꒰🎹꒱・As such, he’s the type of chef to use a recipe and follow it to. The. Tea. His amazing memory tends to become extra useful in remembering the steps, his muscle memory even allowing him to get near perfect measurements every single time. Similarly to memorizing your favorite music pieces, I do also think he’d be quick to memorize any dishes you mention your enjoyment of. He also does his best to avoid using any unnecessary cookware, as he’s never been a big fan of having to wash everything afterwards. At least within the manor he’s not always the one that has to clean the dishes after meals, though the survivors that do can appreciate his efficiency.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s most experienced with savory dishes, mostly due to his attempts to recreate the food he’d eat before being disowned by his family. They’d been quite insistent on the importance of eating well, believing that one couldn’t perform their best if they did so on an empty stomach—a sentiment that Frederick continues to carry despite their estrangement. He will pile extra food onto your plate if you have a match coming up, especially so if he knows that the hunter is one that you tend to struggle kiting against. There have been times where other survivors have attempted to tease the both of you for this… though the silent look that he gives them tends to ruin the mood.

꒰🎹꒱・Even if he doesn’t have the time or energy to make something for you, he’ll still be sure to ask whether or not you’ve eaten properly before you head over to the waiting room. He’s quite menacing with it, too, even though you know he means well—and he’ll absolutely nag you if you respond in the negative. Did you lose the match? Oh, how unfortunate… Perhaps you got too distracted by the sound of your stomach rumbling at some point? Next time, you should make sure to eat properly before running around. Did you win the match? Well, congratulations! But you didn’t eat too well beforehand, no? You must be starving. Go sit down, he’ll quickly prepare something.

꒰🎹꒱・Depending on your personal threshold for spices and seasoning, you may or may not find Frederick’s food to be in need of a little extra flavor. He’ll be slightly surprised if you end up bringing this critique to him, not really seeing much of an issue with it himself. He’d probably assume that he messed up on the recipe somewhere along the way, so it’ll take a bit for you to convince him that while he does follow things with extreme precision… there are also times when breaking away from the recipe can help. Although it takes him a bit to fully accept that conclusion, he’ll still allow you to add additional seasonings to his food—and deeply appreciate it once he realizes how much better it is.

꒰🎹꒱・Regardless of how much more he enjoys your additions, I don’t see Frederick as having a particularly high spice tolerance—though his poker face works wonders in hiding that. In most cases, so long as it’s not extremely spicy, he can manage to maintain his composure until the meal is over and he can chug as much water as his heart desires. However, when that method fails him he’ll become red in the face ꒰which he still tries to keep straight꒱ and awkwardly fidget within his seat. Offering to go and get him some water will result in him looking at you like you’re an angel.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s a big fan of cooking with you, despite the extra mess and time that it’ll take. Granted, it does take him some time to get him to loosen up entirely—perfectionist tendencies shining through when you first start—but the activity does come to grow on him by the time your food is ready. I don’t see him as the type to be too goofy with it, though he’ll humor you most of the time. He’ll often ask if you’d like to make something with him when his brain gets too fried from compositions, and there have been many times where you’ve had to guard your creations from the other survivors. It’s fun, to him, and you might even find him drifting away from the recipes of his childhood over time. No need to remember them, in his eyes.

જ⁀➴ mary antoinette, the bloody queen. ˚⊹꒷

꒰🪞꒱・Mary, on the other hand, has absolutely no idea how to cook—though this isn’t exactly something that you could blame her for. Having been regarded as a member of the nobility for the entirety of her life, eventually even rising up to the title of queen—she’s never had much of a reason to bother herself with learning. Especially so considering that she had personal chefs to do the job both more efficiently and skillfully than she could ever dream of.

꒰🪞꒱・This inability of hers to fend for herself in the kitchen isn’t something that changes when she enters the manor, either, considering that she’s one of the undead residents. Make no mistake here, she could eat if she desired to—in fact, she actively enjoys swooping in and stealing the food of living hunters—but she faces zero consequences if she decides not to. With that in mind, stepping foot into the kitchen isn’t exactly something that she does often. If I’ll be honest, most of the hunters would be totally fine with keeping her out of the room as a whole, too.

꒰🪞꒱・Not only is Mary very vocal about her displeasure of being forced into something so ‘unbefitting’ for her status, but all the more concerningly—has nearly burnt down the kitchen during each and every one of her attempts to make something. It’s gotten to the point where even Joseph—who’s not the greatest cook himself—jokes that asking Mary to cook something is the same as setting off a ticking time-bomb within the kitchen… though the downright nasty glares that she sends over in his direction are quick to shut him up. You can’t help but find it a little funny, but I wouldn’t recommend saying that to her face.

꒰🪞꒱・While I do think she’d initially be less than welcoming to the idea of finally learning how to cook, she’d probably also give in if you ask her enough. She’ll insist that the only reason behind her agreement was due to how ‘annoying’ your repetitive begging and whining was, but she simply just hates to see the sad look on your face whenever she denies your requests—a truth that the both of you are well aware of. Do be warned, however, the task of showing her how to cook is far from easy, and you’ll have to stay by her side throughout the entire process. She’s clueless, but at the same time refuses to ask for help when she needs it. She’d probably be the type of person who believes that turning the oven to the highest temperature will cook the food faster—and you’re honestly lucky that the manor possesses no microwaves, because she’d absolutely put metal inside of one.

꒰🪞꒱・Another product of her upbringing, Mary has exceedingly high standards when it comes to food, with you being only partially spared from her high expectations. She will, however, gush over anything that she manages to make, believing it to be incredible despite any criticism she receives. Once again, her status as one of the undead hunters does protect her from issues such as food poisoning, leading her to eat all of her creations with a straight face… all while you’re physically convulsing from how terrible the taste is. She initially becomes offended by your reaction, but calms down slightly once you remind her that your stomach is far more sensitive than hers.

꒰🪞꒱・Despite how prideful she is, she’d feel utterly horrible if you became sick from eating one of her meals, and the entire thing would lead her to wanting to give up on cooking as a whole. I already see her as the type of person that becomes frustrated whenever she’s not immediately good at something, and seeing her significant other getting sick because of her certainly doesn’t do much to help. Although, assuming that you do convince her to continue cooking once you recover, I do think that the entire experience would get her to open up to suggestions. She’d hate to see you suffering within the infirmary for something avoidable, after all.

꒰🪞꒱・Considering her sweet tooth, I think that Mary would likely be more invested in baking than in cooking, even if it’s the harder of the two. ꒰Though she certainly isn’t helped by the fact that her favored pastries are more on the luxurious side.꒱ While it would require quite a bit of time—which you have an abundance of within the manor, anyway—she’d probably really only learn how to make some more basic dishes. Of course, it’s still amazing progress considering her starting point, so I don’t think she’d mind all that much. Be sure to deliver a few compliments of your own, too. She enjoys seeing you smile, especially when she’s the reason behind it.

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avelera · 2 years

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The Curious Absence of Masculine Pride and Competition : Diagnosing Why Male Characters Sometimes Feel OOC in Fics

For all the mockery that's been leveled at male writers fixating on the sexiness of female characters with lines like, "she titted boobily down the stairs," (deriding how male authors have POV female characters thinking about their own boobs an absurd amount) I think it's worth noting that female* writers often do the same for male characters, just not for physical traits, but rather for emotional openness, humility, and vulnerability.

(*There's going to be a lot of sweeping generalizations in this essay, but the gender nomenclature is being used as shorthand and is intended inclusively. Likewise, any mention of "cultural norms" is from a US/Anglosphere perspective and not intended or expected to speak to all experiences.)

Men in female-written fanworks often cry a lot more than their canon counterparts. They're emotionally available and vulnerable a lot more often, especially with their romantic partner. They're more permissive about letting another person tell them what to do or letting someone else see them in an emotionally or physically vulnerable state.

This is not a criticism of works that do this. Oftentimes, what fic is specifically addressing is a desire to see something that isn't in canon, or isn't in canon as much as the writer would like, and that often includes a character opening up in an emotionally vulnerable way, especially to their lover.

But, if you've ever wondered why a male character in fic sometimes don't feel quite right, please feel free to read on. I've spent a lot of time thinking about this, mostly to address OOCness in my own works, and I wanted to share my thoughts with those who might have puzzled over this question as a reader or as a writer.

(Some fandoms mentioned below the cut: Our Flag Means Death, Captain America, and Punisher.)

Let's start with a common scene: a male character has gone through an incredibly difficult time, fighting bad guys, losing loved ones, or going through a stressful experience. Maybe they're falling in love with another character but don't know if that love is reciprocated. Everything would be so much easier if they would just talk about their internal conflict!

Then the man gets drunk. Finally, while inebriated and crying into his cups, he admits he's in pain, or that he's in love, or that he's scared. This is an emotionally powerful moment that reveals a lot about the character and fandoms tend to eat that stuff up. Yet, when fanworks include this character, they include facts we learned from that time they were drunk, but they don't get the character drunk. The character just says the same things.

The vulnerability of that male character's confession has been included in the fanwork but the obstacles to him being vulnerable and the build-up of what it took for him to reach a point where he could be vulnerable have been largely removed.

I can give a few examples, like Steve in Captain America 1 going to get drunk to deal with the loss of Bucky, only to find he can't which means he's struggling to open up even with Peggy about what Bucky meant to him. Or the often derided need for war movies to put men into extreme scenarios just so they can hold their buddy as he dies. Women sometimes tease the emotional constipation of the need for a man to get drunk or be in an extreme situation before he can hug his male friends, but men I've spoken to like my partner find those moments more true and resonant than scenes common in fic, where male characters start weeping about their feelings the moment they're asked. That's because there are a lot of social restrictions around showing vulnerability to other people, especially other men. And as cathartic as those moments might be on screen, they're also rare. This adds to the power of the scene when an emotionally closed-off or intimidating action hero kind of guy suddenly opens up about the pain he's in, but it's not just a deliberate use of scarcity to make the moment resonate.

The thing is, you'd never know how rare it is for a male character to cry or open up about his feelings based on how often they do so in fic. To go back to Steve Rogers in the MCU as a character, I think the man gets maybe one scene per movie where he has a short, stilted dialogue with someone very close to him about the pain he feels or the fears he has? Those moments are heightened because they're rare but they're also kind of realistically rare. A lot of guys just don't go "bleeding" all over the place. It's kind of a huge problem societally, actually.

To go to another example, I've seen a lot of fics for Our Flag Means Death predicting Season 2 and a lot of them have Ed as an emotionally shattered mess because of Stede's perceived abandonment. Now, OFMD is a very unique story in how often it does allow its male characters to be vulnerable. Fic writers can point to moments on screen of the characters crying and being vulnerable with each other, not the case with every fandom source material. But, I think what's being overlooked is that in Ed's "blanket fort" scene and in the final shot of him sobbing in Stede's bed, he is alone. He has hidden himself rather than be seen crying in public. When he does come out of the cabin to sing about his feelings, he specifically notes how scary it is to be emotionally open like that and Izzy as the voice of Masculine Restrictions shuts him down because of it, showing that there was a reason in Ed's mind that was confirmed by the narrative for why he might want to hide those feelings and that vulnerability from the world. It's not right, it's not fair, it's not the way things should be but that's not the point. The reason Ed opening up was powerful and a singular moment was because it was in spite of those societal restrictions and norms.

Men in general aren't being constipated with their emotions and their emotional truth because they're being deliberately difficult. They do it largely because there is a lot of cultural pressure put on the need to do so and a lot of social punishment leveled at those who cry in public or admit something hurt their feelings. This is where masculine pride comes in to, the need to be seen as strong is a huge social imperative thrown at men. The need to be the best at what you do, to not show weakness, and to show constant strength and mastery are enormous burdens they're expected to uphold.

On the one hand, it's why moments where those restrictions shatter are such catnip to fic writers, but on the other, I think it should be noted that they're catnip scenes because they're very rare. Works written created by men spend a lot of time building up to those moments and earning them, not letting a guy cry until his buddy dies in his arms, not letting him say what's going on or that he feels weak unless he's impaired with alcohol or in some other extreme situation like locked up in an elevator with another character until they finally admit what's going on inside them.

Now, let's get into the craft of writing for a second. One thing writers, especially newbie writers, struggle with is obstacles. Obstacles are what stand between your character and their goals. They can be emotional or physical or mental or symbolic. How a character deals with obstacles is what makes us get to know them and get to like them, it's how we learn about who they are as people. Stede and Ed from OFMD, or Captain America, or any other character you can think of would all approach a locked door in a different way. That locked door is an obstacle to what they want: what's on the other side of the door. How a character approaches the locked door tells us who they are. Do they shoot the doorknob? Bash through it with their shield? Test the knob and sigh comically when it's locked? Pick the lock? Do they go around back and look for another way in? When the character gets through the obstacle, the audience experiences a certain amount of catharsis and pleasure, if the creator has done their job right.

Now, masculine pride and social restrictions are an obstacle to the characters getting what they want. A really delicious and tantalizing one for many, especially if you're writing romance: what will it take to get this guy to admit he's in love? Some fic writers though want to skip cracking open the hard outer shell and just go straight to the juicy vulnerable center. And that's ok! Maybe you don't want to write an entire novel about Frank Castle, the Punisher, or any other macho tough-guy character getting worn down to the point he breaks down crying about the pain he's in. Maybe you just want to write the scene where he sobs in the arms of his best friend about it, just go straight for the catharsis.

But, if you're writing a longer work and you can't put your finger on why the Punisher feels out of character, well, it's because a tough guy character like that usually doesn't want to open up. It's gonna take some intricate rituals for him to be allowed to touch the skin of another man or a woman for that matter. These obstacles to him opening up tell us more about the character and they also serve as the meat on the story for the audience, who wants it to feel special when this guy finally does open up. If he was bleeding his innermost feelings and emotions all over the place, those moments wouldn't feel as special, or realistic, or important. Fic writers who just want more of that moment understandably write fics that just go straight for the pay-off, but the wait and the rarity of that moment is what makes the character, especially a male character, feel in character and plays to the traits like being the strong, silent, stoic type that attracted people to that character in the first place. Therefore, keeping or including or simply being mindful of those obstacles to a male character being emotionally vulnerable also plays to why people liked those characters in the first place and will make your story feel more authentic.

Aside from emotional vulnerability as something men avoid showing, there's also male pride as a motivator. A guy who sets out to be the very best at something probably has a fair amount of masculine-typical pride motivating him or as a trait the creator of that character keeps in mind while writing him.

Stede from Our Flag Means Death is a fairly effeminate man and that's actually a pretty big plot point. It's a plot point in how it makes him lash out at those like Nigel Badminton who don't take him seriously enough, and his wrestling with what it means to be a man is a huge part of his emotional journey in the show. If he just wanted to go to sea, he could have run off and joined someone's crew, but instead, he built a ship and styled himself as a captain, and worked as best as he could to be worthy of the title of "Fearsome Pirate Captain", often to hilarious results, but again those obstacles to him being what he wants to endear him to us. But make no mistake, he wants to be those things. He wants to be his own version of the masculine ideal of a powerful leader, killing with kindness instead of weapons, but he still wants to be one.

Conversely, Ed in the show wants to be soft but it's a jealously guarded secret for him, because he has succeeded in the masculine ideal of being a fearsome pirate captain, and felt incredible pressure to hide that he wanted softness in his life. Even as he was trying to overcome those masculine restrictions he was intensely aware of them.

If one were to write these characters without them being aware of masculine desire to be a fearsome pirate captain and masculine fears around being seen as wanting softness in their life, that makes them behave a certain way to hide this about themselves, they'd be missing a huge chunk of what makes these characters tick.

Again, I don't want to tell people how to write fic. But for those this resonated for with an eye towards their own writing, keep in mind the qualities of masculine pride and competition when writing male characters, as something they're at least aware of even if they're not concerned about it within your particular story. These societal imperatives and obstacles are minefields in the lives of many men and are built-in as expectations for many male characters, especially those by male creators. To ignore these qualities and expectations will make the character somewhat OOC, it might make them behave differently in your story than they might in canon, if canon-realism is what you're going for.

Consider talking to a man in your life about how another man would react to a certain situation, what it would take for them to be vulnerable, or how they'd react if another man saw them in a vulnerable situation. Cis male writers aren't the only ones who get other genders wrong and while it doesn't have to be a consideration your fiction takes, it can help one write more realistic male characters to ask these questions and include these common emotional and societal barriers to vulnerability in your work.

#writing #maggie rambles #ofmd meta #long post #I could go on but this essay is long enough as is

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hysteriamodes · 3 months

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The thing with the Alice x Bumby ship and people who support it not only don't understand the ramifications of what Bumby did to Alice and that it's pretty obvious he was continuing with his obsession with Lizzie.

Alice looks very much like her older sister and shares personality traits with Lizzie. So Alice would have ended up the same as Lizzie, assaulted and murdered. Because in terms of the type of serial offender Bumby is, the likelihood of him repeating the same crime was extremely high.

But also they don't understand that Bumby was not only targeting Alice but children, something that you can see in actual, real-life serial offenders like the Golden State Killer, Ted Bundy, or even Richard Ramirez. These were sexual sadists, Bumby is also a sexual sadist. Not to mention, Bundy worked in a suicide prevention call center so I don't know how you cannot draw the comparison.

So, I have had the term "anti" thrown at me, and normally, genuinely, I'm of the mind "I don't like this ship, so I'm not going to read it" because policing people over fictional ships is a waste of time. And I'll be the first to admit I especially hate this ship because I HAD several Bumbys in my life. I was sexually abused as a little girl, so I especially hate this character. And we do have several CSA survivors in fandom, they have had the same feelings. If you're writing a ship that mirrors our trauma, yeah, it's gonna piss people off. But I'm not gonna be mad enough to throw out death threats.

However.

And this is a big HOWEVER.

Largely, the biggest reason as to why I don't like it because anyone who dabbles in this ship cannot manage to keep it IC (in character). They fundamentally don't understand Alice's characterization:

1. Alice is an extremely guarded individual, literally anyone around her treats her like a burden, object, or belittle her sense of being.

2. It's highly unlikely Alice is going to romantically gush over someone, much less someone she put into a position of a mentor, so the swooning doesn't make any sense to me. If you're writing Alice in a romantic relationship, you have to keep in mind that it probably took a WHILE. When I write Alice in romantic relationships, it's a slow burn build up.

3. She likely is very reluctant to share the burden of her mental illness (unless slow burn, see above), so, again, Alice is not going to be the how to open up to people so easily.

4. Alice is extremely independent, most times. You can see she'd rather do it herself, without help unless it's a necessity, and she puts more trust in herself than in people. So, it wouldn't make sense for Alice to open up to Bumby, a doctor, outside of a patient.

And like. These shippers tend to "woobify" Bumby. He's not gonna be chivalrous.

1.He's a sociopath, so his empathy is non-existent. He didn't see Lizzie as a person, he saw her as an object he was entitled to.

2. He showed little regard to Mr. Liddell, his superior, someone he kept going to see, as his mentor. He exploited that dynamic only on the account of Lizzie.

3. The man has a superiority complex, so he won't see anyone as his equal. His ego was too big and he was so full of himself and he underestimated Alice (like everyone else) and doesn't care for her, at all.

So, every time I see this ship pop up, these characters are so woefully OOC (out of character) and that shows me you didn't understand the source material.

If you're into a dark ship, that's fine, but you're essentially re-writing characters so far from the original source material that they may as well be your own characters. You can find a dark ship with Alice, but pick someone better than Bumby. Like, guys, Bumby would have done the same thing he did to Lizzie to Alice and Alice found out at the last minute before he had the chance.

Just saying as an Alice RPer.

#Alice Liddell #bumby x alice #american mcgee's alice #alice madness returns #fuck bumby

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octopotto · 11 months

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General Yandere! Silver Headcanons (TWST)

OCTO NOTE: SILVER DIDN'T COME HOME SO HERE'S HOW I'M COPING 😭😭

Late headcanons for the birthday boy!

Warnings: NOT PROOF-READ, the grammar here is a warning itself, Yandere behaviour, soft yandere, obsession, OOC madness, unhealthy behaviours, Lilia is an enabler, this is like a week late lol

**WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND

REMINDER: Yandere behaviour of any kind is unhealthy behaviour. It should not be something to seek out in real life. If you are experiencing any sort of inappropriate behaviour, please contact help/seek out help.

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral!

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- Soft

- So soft

- Like the softest

- And the goodest of boys

- Like why is he even going to NRC??

- Probably only attends NRC because of Malleus and Lilia like he legit does not fit in lmaoo

- Out of all of the TWST guys, he’s probably the most tamed and humane yandere out of all of them (which makes sense tbh).

- You guys could’ve met in many ways due to what the MC has to go through (thanks to a certain deadbeat crow).

- Silvers reaction to you at first could end up two ways:

One: After asking you if you’ve seen Malleus anywhere, he just moves on with his duties. This would be a slow-type of process. He would also lean towards the oblivious side when it comes to his feelings for you.

Two: it’s love at first sight.

- Going off the 2nd reason mentioned, since Silver is mostly likely the descendant/based on Aurora and Prince Phillip, he could technically fit into the ‘Disney-Princess stereotype’: where the princess would fall in love with a person who is kind to them.

- Regardless of either scenario mentioned, Silver is not the type to act on his feelings right away. He’s self-aware about how he feels about you, but wouldn’t be the type of person to go up to you and say “It’s meant to be!” Or “You’re my prince/ss! And we’re going to live happily ever after! UwU *sunshine and rainbows* *singing birds*”

- Silver knows that he likes you so he would seek out your company in order to get to know you better. Whether it be for lunch, studying, or just talking to you, he will make sure to spend time with you when he can.

- He’s just going to end up sleeping on your shoulder anyways lol.

- Sliver: *Literally almost collapsing on the ground while hanging out together* 😌😪😴😴

- You: *Wanting to wake him up but not having the heart to after seeing how peaceful he looks* 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- Silver is also the type to use old-fashioned ways to win you over.

- Advice from his ever so-loving and caring father Lilia of course—

- Flowers sent by his little bird friends with a note containing romantic poems, tried greeting you with a little kiss on your hand, holding the door for you even if you you’re not even near the door yet (awkward loving eye contact while you’re speed walking to the door)

- You get the idea

- Speaking of Lilia, I 100% believe that he would enable Silver to act on his yandere tendencies (whether it’s on purpose or not).

- I mean cmon, if you were in Lilia’s shoes wouldn’t you want your own child to be happy with the one they love the most?

- Even if it’s illegal but who’s asking?

- He’s probably just doing this for the wedding that he totally did not plan in advance whaa—??

- Also, Silver probably doesn’t develop any yandere tendencies until the middle of y’all’s relationship tbh.

- If he does develop yandere tendencies before or early in the process, it’s most likely due to Lilia’s influence.

- Like I mentioned before, Silver is most likely the best— if not the BEST— yandere to end up with based on his overall personality.

- I know that yandere tendencies can lead characters to act ooc but for Silver, the stereotypical yandere is too extreme for his type of person.

- DOES NOT EXCUSE THE BEHAVIOURS OR ACTS.

- Again, very soft and gentle

- Would treat you with soft caresses and kisses, especially when cuddling.

- Would never use brutal force or inflict any sort of harm on you unless it’s by accident.

- Silver can’t and won’t harm you as it would put your life in jeopardy (doesn’t matter what it is).

- Daily naps always

- If you’re sleeping, he’s sleeping

- If he’s sleeping, you’re sleeping (or just lying there)

- Silver just can’t help but sleep in your presence. It’s not that you’re boring no way, you just give off this peaceful aura that enormously makes him sleepy.

- Basically when you’re around he has the best naps in the world.

- He rather sleeps in your dorm than his own just because of you. He’s probably seen the evolution of Ramshackle depending on when he acted on his feelings.

- Lilia just hanging upside down on a nearby branch, watching y’all from the distance and cooing how cute you guys are: 🥰🥰🙃🙃🥰🥰

- If there’s ever a joint class between the 1st and 2nd years, the teachers always make sure that you two are apart.

- Much to Lilia’s dismay if he hears about this.

- Because when you’re around, Silver ain’t getting nothing done. Not when your soft shoulder is the best pillow he has ever laid his head on.

- Besides your lap ofc—

- Also, a good listener!

- If you have a problem or you need to rant to someone, Silver is your guy.

- He doesn’t mind at all (he really likes your voice, happy or pissed off).

- Just don’t tell him specific details or else something might happen (and it won’t be pretty).

- He adores quality time as well as physical contact with you. Holding hands, sleeping next to each other, etc.

- He loves it when you play with his hair. He would intentionally lay his head down on your lap so you have easier access to his hair.

- Remember when Vil braided Silver's bangs back for the Fairy Gala Remix event?

- If you can do that, Silver will always go to you to do his hair.

- He would definitely let you experiment with his hair as well.

- Ponytails, pigtails, a little bun, he’ll love it all if it’s done by you.

- He would even let you dye his hair as well if you wanted.

- Hell, if you mentioned that you find long hair attractive, Rapunzel better watch out, she’s now competing with a sleepy-simp.

- If we’re going to dive into spoiler territory, it’s most likely won’t change the story lol.

- For Book 7, even if Malleus gives Silver his happily ever after with you, he still wouldn’t be happy.

- Silver might be ecstatic that you reciprocated his feelings, but he would rather have this in the real world instead.

- Not in a toxic dream world that Malleus made up due to overblot.

- Hell, I don’t even believe that dream would come true because Yuu is in another place entirely due to Malleus influence.

- Which motivates Silver to fix this problem even more.

- So happy to find you alright.

- Overall, Silver is just a huge simp for you.

- Not really violent unless necessary.

- Very loving and caring

- Will do everything in his power to make you happy.

- Best boi no debates

- TLDR: Silver’s a bottom lol

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OCTO NOTES: Okay I know this wasn’t really yandere but I feel that it would be too OOC for Silver.

Anyways! Thanks for reading <33 This is the first time that I wrote for Silver.

Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 14 LIKES ON MY CLOUD STRIFE HEADCANONS!!❤️❤️ I LEGIT SCREAMED WHEN I SAW 1 LIKE LOL

I’ll work on part 2 of his headcanons soon don’t worry! Again thank you all so much!!

Heres the Cloud Strife headcanons if you're curious: Yandere! Cloud Strife HC's (Platonic)

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #cw yandere #yandere silver #yandere silver twst #twst silver #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #soft yandere #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere diasomnia #yandere scenarios

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creamyavocadosoup · 1 year

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝

a/n: HI AGAIN :D This has been marinating in my drafts since September of last year yall. I've been so busy with school and struggling with burnout so I've taken some time to myself :3 This is genshin men in different scenarios I've experienced. warnings: fluff! mentions of vomiting/being sick, alcohol/being drunk. characters might be slightly ooc? tried my best to fit them into the scenario and keep their personalities characters: Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo, Diluc, Zhongli, Heizou, Cyno x f!reader (all separately!)

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

Kaeya

(slow dancing in the living room)

Huffing in frustration, I turn around to walk back to the Cavalry Captain's humble abode after realizing I had indeed left my pouch, which contained the only sum of Mora to my name.

Nearing the front door, the soft hum of Kaeya's voice could barely be heard from the outside and it made you smile. He was so adorable. Although he would vehemently deny it if you said it out loud, claiming he was instead gorgeous or charming - which was very much true - but he truly had his moments where all you could describe the man as adorable.

Knocking on the door, the humming stopped as his door was promptly opened shortly after. He smirked but before he could say anything, I beat him to it.

"Sorry! I left my pouch here and y'know I kinda need it." I gave him a small smile before pushing past the blue-haired man and into the home you've spent much time in.

He wordlessly walks off through one of the arches and returns, the familiar brown pouch in his hand. Sighing in relief, I thanked him, kissing him on the cheek and turned to leave once again but his hand on my wrist held me in place as he softly tugged me towards him.

There was a cheeky yet soft smile on his lips as he guided my hands to his shoulders. I was confused, wondering what was running through that head of his. "Stay for a moment." He almost whispers, resting his cheek on the crown of my hair as his hands settle on my waist.

"Kaeya, it's getting late." I murmur, the sky bleeding a vibrant orange when you had gone outside only reminding you of the darkness that was soon to come. He hums, instead continuing the song he was singing earlier and starts softly swaying you both side to side.

Knowing how stubborn he can be, I give in to the mans silent request and move to interlock my hands behind his neck. Basking in the moment of quiet, his voice was soothing and I recognized it to be one of the songs he would often sing when I had trouble sleeping. He didn’t sing much so it was surprising to hear him do so out of the blue.

The world seemed as if it stilled, only Kaeya and I moving and swaying under the watchful eye of the moon. It was peaceful, something we have had more of ever since this relationship of ours had blossomed.

However our little bubble was broken when we heard the loud creaking of the door behind us opening. I turned to see the familiar red-haired man standing in the doorway, staring at both of us with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks at obviously disturbing an intimate moment.

Kaeya, however, quickly recovered and plastered one of his usual cheeky smiles before greeting his brother. After exchanging conversation, Diluc hands him something and proceeds to shoo him away. The pyro brother only rolled his eyes before walking away, the small smile on his face not amiss. Turning back to me, Kaeya smiles, “Where were we?”

Thoma

(first valentines day)

Waving goodbye to my coworkers, I heave out a breath of relief at successfully running the booth during the entire festival. It had been extremely stressful especially being the last day and all I wanted to do was curl up underneath blankets and sleep until all the soreness disappeared.

But before I could think much about it, my feet bounded to a familiar estate. The beautiful cherry blossoms and serene surroundings signifying the comforting place you had come to know as your second home.

It didn’t take much searching to find the person I was looking for, the familiar tufts of blonde and striking contrast of red filled me with a sense of comfort as I wrapped my arms around him. Being a pyro user sure has its perks as Thoma’s body heat had effectively shielded me from the biting cold of the approaching Inazuman night breeze.

“[Name]!” the retainer turned to face me, quickly scooping me into a proper hug and burying his face to my neck as he always does. After being wrapped in the embrace, Thoma pulls away with a childish, giddy grin and his green eyes sparkling excitedly. I raised my brow at his sudden mood shift and fear started creeping into my thoughts, afraid that he might have pulled another prank.

Thoma held onto my arms, squeezing it to distract me from my thoughts, “So, I know we haven’t spent Valentines day today,” he starts. My eyes widen as I remember the day today, panicking that I didn’t buy him anything since I was completely overwhelmed of festival duties.

He rubbed my arms softly, a little action he did whenever he wanted to signify that it was okay, “Both of us have been extremely busy with duties so I understand, especially you running a booth for the festival. But,” he pauses, softly tugging me along with him to the inside of the estate. The Kamisatos were nowhere to be seen, only the guards being the other people around, presumably out at the city and overseeing commission affairs.

We arrived at the kitchen, his taller frame walking faster than I was making me have to quicken my steps. Thoma mimicked a puppy hearing about treats as he opened one of the cabinets animatedly.

Suddenly all I could see was a flurry of colors. Pastels of pink, yellow, and orange flowers were wrapped in a simple white paper forming a beautiful bouquet. In his other hand, he held a heart shaped red box tied with a lovely satin white ribbon.

I was shocked, not expecting him to actually buy me anything, “Thoma...” I trailed off, never really good at explaining what I feel. He had accidentally been dropping hints of getting me a gift for the occasion before vehemently denying that he was, saying that he “was busy anyway and wouldn’t really have time.” But here he was, gifts in hand, and it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest and my stomach to pour acid with how warm it felt.

He smiled brightly, his emerald eyes disappearing and corner of his eyes crinkling, “Surprise!” He looked akin to a puppy and I pulled him in for one of the tightest hugs I had ever given him. He was startled with the action but quickly returned it with equal enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Thoma.” I blabbed, repeating the phrase over and over as tears threatened to ruin his clothes with how much of them fell. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the fact that I had felt overwhelmed at the sweet gesture but it had me a complete mess, thanking and praising the stars for allowing me to be fated to meet such a person.

He pulled away, alarmed at the tears but I reassured him that it wasn’t sad tears. Soon my tears stopped flowing and I took heaving breaths to calm down, Thoma continuously soothingly patting my back. Only then did I realize how shaky my hands had gotten and the soreness in my belly.

“Can we go get some food? I don’t think I’ve eaten anything at all since this morning.” Patting my belly, a sheepish smile was on my lips as my stomach decided to sound out its demand for food at that very moment.

Thoma pursed his lips, his eyes reflected panic in them once again, “What?! You should be taking care of yourself better-” he started ranting worriedly, gathering the gifts and his things as he dragged me behind him, towards the cluster of food stalls and establishments at the city center.

Settling in at Kiminami Restaurant, not much words were spoken as I scarfed down as much as I could. He reassured me that I could buy whatever I wanted and not to worry about prices.

Thoma often glanced at you during the course of your meal, making sure that you had eaten well, taking a few bites out of the food he ordered during so. He was satisfied to know that you were eating to your heart’s content and he absolutely melted at the sight of you enjoying yourself, his thoughts eventually floating off and different scenarios ran in his mind.

After the both of us polished off our plates, Thoma offered to accompany me to my journey back to my house after expressing the urge to collapse into a blissful sleep.

The sky bled into a beautiful purple and pink as the sun set into the horizon, the trees swaying softly in the wind and allowing the pink petals to fall around you. Arriving to the quiet neighborhood, my mothers unmistakable mop of auburn hair shone under the golden rays as she worked tirelessly over her garden.

It almost had me stilling in my place as the realization washed over me. ‘My mother has never met Thoma before!’ My heart pounded at the thought, anticipating what her reaction would be. My mother was a nice person, intimidating to some, but she would never intentionally insult you to your face. But that fact still didn't stop the pounding of my heart or my clammy palms.

With flowers and box in hand, Thoma and I stop in front of my fence, his face also scrunched in nervousness with beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. My mother stood upon realizing we were there, greeting us with her usual friendly smile but the glint of curiosity in her eyes were something I picked up on well.

Exchanging our greetings, I turn to introduce the fidgeting retainer beside me, "Mom, this is Thoma. He currently works under the Kamisato siblings."

My mothers lips quirk up, knowing who he is as I've told her about him countless times. Thoma stutters out his greeting, his cheeks and ears a deep red as he shakes my mothers hand.

"Thoma, it's so nice to finally meet you. [Name] over here has mentioned you a couple times." She smiles warmly, remembering fondly of days she would catch me smiling to myself. "I trust you've been taking care of them well?" She spoke, her voice light but you knew her all too well. She was doing that once over that she did to all my suitors, silently scouring their stature. She knew very well who Thoma was - most trusted retainer of the famous Kamisato clan - but it didn't make her any less wary. A parental thing it must be.

Thoma smiled softly, turning to look at me, "Only the best." He spoke only loud enough for the three of us to hear and it had me blushing wildly, me smacking the blonde man for it.

He laughed before we bid our goodbyes and parted ways. My mother admired the flowers, sending me a teasing glance, as she hurriedly placed them in a vase. I finally curled under the sheets after cleaning up, letting my body float into blissful slumber.

Xiao

(catching the flu)

Tossing and turning in my bed seemed like the only thing I had done in the past couple of hours. The pounding in my head and the numerous sore joints stopped me from any sort of duties the past couple of days, my sickness metaphorically chaining me to my bed.

Smiley had thankfully come to visit this morning, wondering where I had gone since I hadn't come into work yesterday leaving Verr to ask him to check up on me. By the sea of scrunched up tissues and the half dead me laying on my bed, he was quick to deduce that I had gotten sick.

My fever had gotten me extremely loopy, I could barely register his words as he spoke to me, "Be back... Will go get soup... medicine at Bubu Pharmacy." He smiled softly, cleaning up the tissues and tucking me properly into my bed, before leaving my home.

How long had it been since then? By the orange light slipping through the room, it had been long enough for the sun to start setting.

My body felt like it was on fire but it also shivered as if I laid in a blanket of snow. My fever had me going in and out of consciousness as I stared at the ceiling, wishing that this hell would end sometime soon.

I was so out of it I didn't notice the wisps of black and teal that I had grown to love seeing. Xiao stood by my bed, his posture stiff as he leaned over to give me a once over.

His beautiful amber eyes came into view, only then realizing that he was here. It made me feel a tiny bit better, but also confused as to why he would be here.

"Xiao? I croaked, my voice coming out crackly and dry, having not had any water practically since last night.

His expression sharpened, but not a hint of malice nor hatred was present, "Do not speak, [Name]. Conserve your energy." He spoke, demandingly. His hands carefully brushed away wisps of my hair, smoothing it down and ending up feeling like he was petting my head.

In my weakened state, it brought huge comfort to me, unknowingly leaning into his touch and eyes closing at the feeling. Xiao pursed his lips, a light dusting of red adorning his cheeks at how adorable you were being. But he didn't lose focus on the task at hand.

The grip on the bag he was holding loosened as he remembered the reason he was here. Rummaging through, he pulled out the bottles of medicine and the carefully packaged soup Smiley asked him to bring, placing both on top one of your dressers.

It was unlike of the adeptus to have cared for a mortal this deeply and go out of his way to do things for but upon learning from the Inn's chef of your whereabouts, worry settled in his stomach like a parasite and he found it extremely difficult to think about anything else but you.

"I brought soup from Smiley. You should eat it before it gets cold." He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the blissful expression on your face. I only managed to nod to his statement, silently reassuring him I would do as he says.

He sighs, "I have to go," He reached over and smoothed down my hair causing a hum from me, "But I will return by morning for your next round of medicine. Rest well, [Name]."

The adeptus was certainly worried, judging by the tightening in his stomach and curled fists, but the night indicated his duties that would surely not be taking a break for him. I smiled as I opened my eyes, greeted by the beautiful pools of amber that were Xiao's eyes, and circled both arms to pull him into a short hug.

"Stay safe." I murmured into his neck. He hesitantly returned the hug, tentatively placing his hands on my back but it was gone sooner than it was there.

No other words were spoken as he disappeared in a cloud of black and teal, but I didn't miss the further reddening of his cheeks before he turned from me even under only the light of the moon.

Kazuha

(experiencing motion sickness)

Aboarding the Crux, you safely fastened the backpack over your shoulder as you felt the wobble of the floor beneath you. This would be my first time ever riding a boat and sailing across the seas. My palms slightly sweat at the prospect of the journey ahead but knowing I would get to explore Teyvat overwhelmed my fear. Having lived a comfortable life in Liyue selling pastries, it had shocked my folks to know that I wanted to leave but they understood.

Kazuha, whom had convinced me to come with him, walked behind me, a small encouraging smile on his lips. The samurai once wandered into my shop a year ago when he had just escaped Inazuma. You remembered it so clearly, a man with a mop of white on his head, looking at the display of treats in wide-eyed wonder then proceeding to buy the ones he deemed looked the most delicious. In-between traversing the lands and sailing the seas, whenever he would visit Liyue, he always swung by, sometimes only coming by for idle chat as I finished closing up for the day.

"Ready for your first trip?" Beidou approached me, a cheeky smile on her lips as she nudged me.

Beidou had been kind enough to allow me to board the ship so I was extremely grateful for that. I guess it also helped that she knew who my parents were, and my parents trusted her a lot so it eased their worries of me being in too much danger while away.

Soon the Alcor had set off on its journey, the waves rocking the boat slightly but it wasn't too bad. Busying myself with anything and everything, I walked back and forth on the deck, helping wherever I could.

The strong rocking of the boat willed me out the current task at hand as I steadied on the closest wall, willing my vision to stop spinning. But the rocking didn't stop, and it only worsened my dizziness paired with the food earlier attempting to force its way back up. The sensation had me frantic, my garbled senses only telling me one thing.

Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha....

It was a miracle I was still able to walk, despite me nearly falling to my knees every time I took a step, but I managed to find him descending from the ship's crow's nest, and all but managed to grip onto his clothing before I could fall flat on the wooden boards.

"Woah! Are you alright, [name]?" He held my arms, keeping me upright, his worried eyes scanning over me for any injuries. My skin felt clammy and shivers ran down my spine as I willed all my strength into not heaving in front of him.

I only shook my head, afraid of what would happen if I spoke, and thankfully he understood. Whisking me away to his cabin, he led me to sit on his bed and quickly took a seat beside me. It was funny seeing him become so unsure of what to do as his hands only hovered around me. I would have certainly laughed if I wasn't absolutely mortified at him seeing me like this, getting easily wrecked by seasickness.

He didn't have to be unsure any longer as I hurriedly made the decision for him, resting my cheek on his shoulder and hiding in the crook of his neck. The position allowed his scent of maple leaves and the sea waft and overtake my senses, allowing me to focus on that instead of the incessant rocking. My grip on his hand never loosened, feeling like it was the finishing red ribbon allowing me to stay in one piece.

Kazuha allowed me to stay until the feeling passed, only whispering soft praises and encouragement into my ears. The words had me dizzy but in a different way, my body going completely relaxed against his. Despite the passing of the rough waves minutes ago, none of us seemed to want to let go so we indulged ourselves for a moment more.

Ayato

(whispered confessions)

It wasn't often that Ayato would get a day off so whenever it did happen, the both of you maximized it as much as possible. Here you both were, sprawled on a patterned blanket on soft grass, staring up into the vast expanse of night just enjoying each others company. He laid his head on your lap as you brushed your fingers through his hair, the actions making Ayato turn lax at the relaxing sensations.

"Is it silly to say that I've imagined us on our own lawn, doing this exact same thing?" I murmur. Despite being together for nearly a year, we had not broached the topic of our future. It was quite difficult considering his schedule. And with how busy he often was, it felt like there might have been added pressure, so you both opted to live in the moment and just enjoyed the relationship for what it was.

But the bubbling love I felt for him, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander away. Different scenarios would run through my mind whenever I find the time to relax and the prospect always left me grinning like a fool and heart beating out of my chest, extremely giddy at the thought.

The breath caught in my throat as I peered down to view his expression. His eyes had lazily fluttered open, and a soft smile plastered on his lips. He was absolutely glowing under the moonlight, his eyes twinkling in love and adoration and the light blush on his cheeks a sight you were not used to but was certainly not unwelcome, "It's not silly at all, darling."

"In fact," he hummed, nudging closer to your body just soaking in your body heat and the smell of you that he came to find comfort in, "I've also imagined such scenarios."

My eyes grew wide as I stared into his face, his expression teasing based on the mirthful smile and almost teasing lilt in his tone, but he was absolutely not joking. Knowing Ayato, he showed a more loose side of him, jesting and joking with you but his words had always been truthful behind it all.

"Really?" I nearly squeaked out, feeling my own face heat up at the revelation. My hands had stopped working through his hair when my brain shirt-circuited and he took the opportunity to sit upright beside me.

He chuckles and nods, placing a tender kiss on my cheek. "I've imagined us bumping hips whenever we cook together," his finger ghosted over my cheek, "Or seeing your face first when I wake up in the morning. Even something as simple as cuddling with you on the couch. I want it all as long as it's with you."

The more he spoke, the more my own heart burst with joy and my tears further blurred my vision. I could feel the wide grin on my face as my cheeks started to burn from it but I didn't care. I didn't care because we both saw each other in our futures. And I couldn't have been happier.

Albedo

(study buddies)

The words started to blur together as the drowsiness started to overtake my senses. The only reason I even fought to stay awake was my boyfriends voice who continued to drone on about the topic, pointing to different parts of the paper.

Curse him. His voice was too relaxing for me to not fall asleep but I did ask him if he could help me with the research I was currently doing. So it would have been extremely rude if I slipped into wonderland but I couldn't help it! He was just extremely comfy and smelt amazing.

"Are you listening?" his voice pulled me out of my reverie as I quickly opened my eyes, not realizing I had slowly started drifting off. There was a small frown on his face, his eyes peering intently into mine before scanning my expression.

Clearing my throat, I try my best to send him a smile despite how heavy my face felt, "Yes, yes. I'm listening." I slowly nod, gesturing him to continue talking but he only stared at me.

"There is no use fighting the drowsiness. It would be most efficient if you took a nap before we continue." he pointed out, and the words barely understood in your muddled brain but only one word stuck out. Nap.

Mumbling out a reply, you move to position your head on his lap, not wanting to leave the comfort he brought. Albedo wasn't expecting you to have the nap on his lap but he made no moves to disturb you nor turn you away.

The alchemist only stared wide-eyed as you made yourself comfortable, the squish of your cheek being accentuated as you lay it on his thigh. It didn't take long for your breaths to even out as Albedo tried his best to calm his rattling heart, a small smile taking its place on his face as his fingers carefully swept away the wisps of hair covering your face.

And he dared not move from his place, afraid that a single movement would wake you up and disturb you of your peace. He didn't have the heart to do that, you looked far too beautiful and he wanted to soak in this moment and allow himself to stare at you shamelessly, for once not caring about the papers strewn about the desk. He was confused at the emotions coursing through him, and he will sit and stare at you until he could understand what exactly it was he was feeling.

Diluc

(first time he receives flowers)

The market was surprisingly calmer today than it usually was, only a few people walking around buying their groceries or chatting with the shopkeepers. I took full advantage of the emptiness and took my time choosing the products I needed. I didn't really need to buy a lot, my pantry still quite full but I had a few bits and pieces that I needed to pick up for meals I was planning.

Successfully carrying the bag on one arm, the scent of fresh flowers catch my attention as I pass by Flora's booth. She had a few beautiful bouquets set up, a thought popping up into my head immediately.

Checking my purse, there was thankfully enough to buy one and I happily thanked her after complimenting the selection she had. Bouquet in hand, I decided to make a detour and made my way towards the ever familiar mansion.

The walk gave me time to think about what expression he would wear once he sees the flowers, which only made me more giddy. He always bought me flowers, and I had always wanted to return the favor, noting that I have never once seen that man receive a bouquet, even from his line of fanatical women.

The lush green and fragrant smell of grapes soon hit my senses as I walk right up to the front door. Knowing that he was most likely to be stuck in his office at this hour, signing stacks of papers as he always was, I push aside the large doors at the entrance of the manor.

Adelinde greeted me at the door, pausing in dusting the various trinkets as we exchanged warm greetings, "Master Diluc is currently in his study if you so wish to visit him." she bowed, dutifully taking the bag from my arm despite my protests.

After thanking her, I slowly made my way up the steps, quickly arriving in front of the familiar door. Knocking on the solid wood, you heard his voice gesturing the guest to enter. The familiar scent hit you the second you opened the heavy door, the sight of vermillion hair the first thing you see when you enter.

"I got something for you.." I sang, hiding the flowers behind me, my face splitting into a grin as I sauntered towards his desk. My feet couldn't stay still as I stood in front of his desk, constantly shuffling and bouncing.

He spared me a quick glance, finishing the piece of parchment he was currently reading, "Hm, and what might that be, my love?" You couldn't see his face, covered by his bangs, but you could hear the amusement in his voice, only the soft scratching of the quill on the paper the other sound in the room as he focused on whatever was on the paper.

The grin never faltered as I held the flowers in front of me, "For you, kind sir." I spoke, attempting to sound prim and proper, even slightly bowing to emphasize. He raised his gaze to the flowers, promptly stopping his writing, his eyes widening and his cheeks sporting a deep red as a quiet gasp escapes his lips.

"What - That's for me?" he stuttered, the smile creeping up on his lips only contained by him softly biting down on it. Promptly standing from his seat, he took the bundle of Cecilias, Sweet Flowers, and Small Lamp Grasses from my grasp as he continued to stare at it in wonder. He was speechless, not knowing how to react to such advances. And from you, nonetheless, which made his cheeks burn brighter.

I smiled, my heart warming at such an adorable sight of the usually stoic man so flustered. He thumbed through the flowers' petals, occasionally pausing to breathe in the scent and I could see the tiny smile he held.

He walked around his table, setting the bundle on his table, and scooped me into a hug. His hands gripped onto my shirt as he wrapped his arms around me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. Returning the gesture, he murmured against my neck, "Thank you, my love."

I rubbed his back and softly thread my fingers through his hair, Diluc softly sighing in content, "Love you so much, 'luc." I hummed, slightly muffled as you place kisses on the crown of his head.

He only responded by burying his face closer to your neck and incomprehensible mumbles only he could hear. But you knew what he said, judging by the warming cheeks on your shoulder, or the tightening of his arms around your waist.

He loves me too.

A content smile settled on both our faces as we stayed in our embrace for a moment longer.

Zhongli

(relaxing musical evenings)

The usual hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbor was something that I had gotten used to the longer I lived in the city. It had become the background music of my day-to-day, the fast-paced lifestyle keeping me busy and on my feet most of the day.

Zhongli was extremely grateful as you both had a day off the same day, whisking the day away wrapped in each others company. The apartment certainly too tiny as I watched my lover walk around, his tall stature almost taking up all the space in each room he was in but it was comforting. You had gotten used to the sight and the place seemed very empty whenever he wasn't around.

With the main itinerary of relaxation, both of you were dressed in the same sleeping clothes as last night as you both sat on your balcony. The warm scent of tea, and soft strums of your guitar floated around the space and you couldn't have asked a better way to spend your free time.

Zhongli brought the cup to his lips once in a while, taking a sip of the tea but his attention had never strayed away from you. The guitar was settled comfortably on your lap, back slightly hunched, hair in disarray, and eyes glancing at the frets once in a while. You were in your own bubble and the domesticity of it all allowed for a profound sense of contentment to settle in his chest. It was warm, the freshly made tea paling in comparison, and it was a feeling Zhongli welcomed with open arms whenever he was around you.

Your beautiful voice wrapped around him, like one of the comfiest blankets, and it was a sound he soon grew addicted especially if you were dedicating it to him and him only.

The Archon remembered the first time it happened. It was when he had only recently started staying at your place, calling him into one of your spare rooms, the space filled with various art supplies and other instruments, and patted for him to sit beside you.

You had asked him to listen to the new song you were writing and he was extremely elated, remembering that this was the first time you had ever let him hear any of your songs. He had never heard you sing beforehand, only soft humming underneath your breath while doing chores or the muffled notes he would sometimes hear behind the closed door of your studio.

Both of you were nestled into one of the room's corners surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. The words had easily spilled from your lips, sounding as sweet as honey and as mesmerizing as the prettiest sunset and, oh dear, Zhongli was in trouble. For he was enchanted, enraptured, and absolutely hooked to the sound of your voice. The melody had managed to wrap itself around every fiber of his being, intertwining with his love for you and strengthening the bond. He had fallen in love with you a little deeper in that moment and he was absolutely fine with it.

Ever since that day, he was lucky enough to have been allowed the privilege of being your audience and he knew he will always crave your soft melodies in every place he goes to.

Heizou

(watching a performance together)

After countless hours of getting ready, my outfit having been steamed and ironed to perfection. Not a single detail was amiss, from my hair to my makeup, to my choice of shoes. It had all been through multiple choices and changes and constant mismatching to pair the perfect skirt and blouse.

Tonight, you had been invited to be part of a gathering as Heizou's plus one. This event has said to have some high profile and important guests which explains the extreme effort into getting ready. After all, wouldn't want to stick out like a sore thumb, no?

Smoothing out my outfit, I shake myself out of the anxious stupor I had gotten myself into and force myself to leave the house before I overthinked my way into an excuse to not go.

Heizou had planned for us to meet at the place, saying he had an important case he needed to finish up beforehand. Honestly, it had been quite a blessing in disguise because he truly did not need to see the process of me choosing an outfit and it's quite interesting to imagine what the detective's reaction would be.

Arriving at Komore Teahouse, the building had been decorated to be more cozy. Glittering lights and vibrant greenery brightened the atmosphere and eased my thumping heart. Thoma greeted me at the entrance, gently guiding me further into the teahouse where the rest of guests were.

"Please help yourself to anything you'd like! Heizou said he'd be arriving soon." The retainer smiled, leaving in a hurry after hearing the beckoning calls of Lord Kamisato.

And sure enough, not soon after that conversation, Heizou had walked in and quietly conversing with Kujou Sara. Although as if some sort of magnet had been placed with you two, his eyes immediately caught yours and the smile that lit up his face sent the warm, tickling feeling in your chest kick into overdrive.

Politely excusing himself from the general, he made his way over to me with his sparkling green eyes never once breaking eye contact with mine. "[Name]," he breathed out, "you look absolutely gorgeous."

I rolled my eyes but the smile tugging on my lips hid little of my true feelings, "You're saying that as if you haven't seen me wear these clothes before." Chuckling, both his hands gently pull me in by the waist, placing a quick peck on my cheek.

"You may be correct about that but somehow you become more beautiful with each passing day," He smirked, "Truly a mystery, wouldn't you say?" He tapped his chin, feigning contemplation and I swat him playfully.

"Oh hush." He only laughs, instead choosing to pull me in for a short kiss that had a warmth creeping up on my face, careful not to show too much PDA considering we were in a public place with important figures nonetheless.

Thoma stood on-stage, clearing his throat, "Good evening everyone! It is truly an honor that you all have been able to attend this gathering-"

Heizou and I took a seat towards the back of the room, his arm wrapped around my waist, as multiple took the spot on stage for their speeches. Snug and secure, he would often say whenever he had his arms around me.

Soon the night dwindled into light conversations and melodic tunes courtesy to the back-to-back performances. The warm lights strung along the place did plenty to highlight your beautiful features, Heizou thought. And he simply couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

His eyes boring into the side of your head definitely didn't go unnoticed and as my gaze flickered to his, he was staring at me with a soft fondness set into his features. That fact absolutely had your heart beating wildly out of your chest as you couldn't stop the giddy smile from spreading on your lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I giggled, a soft smile spreading onto his own lips.

"What? I can't simply admire my beautiful girlfriend?" His smile morphed into a cheeky grin as he lightly pinched my cheeks together. The night ended in fits of laughter and memories kept forever, soft touches and truthful words only to be shared amongst the both of us.

Cyno

(a fun night out)

It felt as if my body was floating. The alcohol coursing through my veins felt like molten lava and felt so warm. Weightless yet warm? Sounds like a fart. You giggled at your own thoughts, the drinks you had allowing your brain to ultimately turn to mush and turn you into your giggly, over-happy self whenever you had consumed one too many mugs.

Spending Friday night with a round of drinks with coworkers after a long, extremely tiring, yet fruitful week. Piles and piles of research finally paying off as results start flowing in and I couldn't help inviting them all out to Lambad's tavern for a much deserved celebration.

Chugging down the rest of my drink, I wiped away the moisture on my lips before tapping the person beside me, "Do you know Cyno? He's so silly and adorable especially when he starts telling his jokes." The words were slurred with hiccups interrupting in between some but the grin on my face was undeniable.

It was odd, your coworkers thought, how you had the General Mahamatra of all people seemingly wrapped around your finger. They sometimes witnessed the public displays of affection that he allowed both of you to indulge in whenever he would come visit you at the Akademiya, but it still left them sorely confused every time.

You had been rambling about your boyfriend for the past 5 minutes and thankfully the time he would be coming to pick you up was getting closer and closer. The other researchers silently cursed your lack of alcohol tolerance as they feared of what slipped from your inebriated mind would come bite them back in the ass in the form of the General.

"Alright that's enough drinks for you, [Name]." One of them spoke but the world had been spinning too much for you to make out who it was nor care either way. The alcohol had soon made me feel sleepy, resting my head on the shoulder beside my head as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The person however didn't let me as they flicked my forehead soft enough to jolt me back awake, "Don't fall asleep, idiot. Cyno's here." The voice laughed and I barely recognize it to be Afratu. Sitting up, the familiar head of white hair and crimson eye stared back at me as I quickly stood to greet him.

That turned out to not be a good idea as I lost footing, almost faceplanting into the floor before the familiar pair of arms wrapped around me. "Careful." His smooth and comforting voice spoke softly into my ear as I giggled uncontrollably, probably sounding like a witch much to Cyno's amusement.

Once my glee died down, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he greeted my friends, asking each how their research had been going, "Cyno, Cyno, Cynooo.." I murmured, poking his cheek each time.

"Yes, baby?" his gaze connected with mine, taking in the soft pout of my lips and half-lidded eyes. One of his arms stayed wrapped around my waist, his thumb rubbing comforting shapes. His warmth still seeped through, despite the layers of fabric I wore, but I welcomed it wholeheartedly, dearly missing it throughout the business of the week.

Resting my cheek on his shoulder, I spoke, "Wan' go home. Sleepy and cuddles soun' nice." Despite how long you had been together, he would never get used to how casually you would speak your affections for him based on the light dusting of red on his cheeks. His grip on you only tightened as he bid his goodbyes to the whole table, choosing to carry you bridal style back home knowing it would take both of you longer if he let you walk.

Arriving to your - well now both of yours - home, he made quick work of having you both ready for bed, seeing as you had almost fallen asleep multiple times on the way there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cyno moved to grab clothes from your closet but was stopped when your hands grabbed his face.

Peppering kisses all over his face was the one thing he wasn't expecting when he bent down to entertain your antics. You were already affectionate but it seems as being inebriated brought that trait out stronger. Placing a tender kiss on his lips, he eagerly reciprocated the gesture.

"Love you, Cyno." I whispered, the warmth of my breath ghosting over his lips. He smiled, pulling you in for another short kiss.

"I love you too, [Name]." Moving away, he continued his task before tucking you both into bed.

And there you spent the rest of the night, cuddled underneath sheets, soft and sincere words continuously spilling from your lips as you practically wore your heart on your sleeve. Cyno had never felt such peace, he knew that despite you being intoxicated these were true. Maybe it was your beautiful smile or your steady heartbeat against his ear, but the General Mahamatra always knew when someone was lying. And he relished in the fact that he detected no such thing from you, letting a content smile rest on his lips as you slowly slipped into slumber.

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a/n: holy shit, i finally finished it. this has been rotting away in my drafts for so long and after months of working on it on and off, its finally out into the wilderness. anyways i hope you enjoy this lots!! if you do, interacting with my work lets me know you do!

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kazuha x fem!reader. 1.9k wc. 5/6/23. part 1! part 3!

you’re drunk, and you’re ready to make stupid mistakes, and kazuha thinks you’re even irresistible than you usually are.

✧ make-out sesh, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, kazuha brings you as his plus one to his mom’s second wedding, alcohol consumption, mentions of groping. (not kazuha doing it). based on taylor swift’s song “dress”. ooc kazuha (maybe???)

“kazuuuuuuuuuhaaaa.” his name comes out as a slur, the familiar feeling of domesticity fills up kazuha’s heart, and as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he enjoys this side of you that you’re sharing with him.

sure, you’ve been drunk before and especially in kazuha’s presence but this time it was different.

much more different from the other three big instances that you were drunk in front of him.

the first instance was when you guys had first started university together and you were so happy that you guys had both gotten accepted into the same university, (you had silently prayed to the moon every night hoping that the universe would be on your side) and it did end up being on your side. you had gotten a little too excited and rushed to kazuha’s house carrying some of your mom’s wine to celebrate another couple of years with him hoping that you guys could tell each other about the feelings you guys had shared with each other for the longest time.

and soon you and kazuha discovered that your alcohol tolerance wasn’t high. at all.

this was a big problem for him. especially when you turned the legal age to properly and actually drink.

you weren’t such a big fan of parties and kazuha knew this. you didn’t like loud noises and crowded rooms because they were absolutely suffocating. and trying to scare off strangers that were trying to grope you wasn’t exactly your most favorite thing. but this wouldn’t completely stop you from going out and having a little fun with your other friends. (yes, you have other friends besides kazuha, surprise surprise.)

and this especially wasn’t going to stop beidou from dragging you to go attend ningguang’s parties that she would throw every now and then. (the second biggest and most common occurrence) this doesn’t happen commonly but when it does it brings misfortune for the white-haired male. these situations always ended up with you extremely drunk (you frequently participated in beidou’s drinking competitions even though you guys were both lightweights) (how chaotic and idiotic for the both of you) and keqing giving kazuha a call for him to come and bring you back to his house so that you could sober up. although what did happen was that kazuha would bring you back dead asleep and you would wake up in the morning with a huge headache and both you and kazuha would call in sick for your classes and you would stay snuggled up on his couch catching up on your favorite tv shows while he goes the store to buy you some painkillers.

the third and his favorite drunk instance with you was when you had seen kazuha with a girl you had never seen him with before and usually, you would’ve taken this as kazuha being a friendly person because he was, much more friendly than you were that’s for sure but this time it was different. or maybe it wasn’t.

you don’t know what it was in you but something in your heart burned more than the chugging of tequila. you went home and dropped beidou a call and opened your alcohol cabinet (many of the bottles were gifts from ningguang or your parents or kazuha’s parents) and you had downed a whole bottle in the span of two minutes, the sound of your cries could probably be heard by the whole floor, hell maybe the whole apartment. when beidou had arrived she was in shock to see the bad state you were in. after a rough twenty minutes beidou realized that she really couldn’t deal with someone who was drunk when she had an important exam so her last and only resort was to call the only person that you’ve ever really had feelings for. and she knew that kazuha would be able to take of you better than anyone else, but she wasn’t going to mention it because she was afraid the tears would turn into a full-on sob session.

kazuha shows up at your door with the same reaction as beidou because a couple of hours ago you guys were planning to meet up at a coffee shop to study together even though you guys were majoring in two different subjects, you guys thought the presence of each other would be comforting but then you had canceled on him to study with beidou? he really didn’t understand.

if the white-haired male was going to be really honest, he was kind of frustrated. not at you, but more of himself. it wasn’t a date or anything so he had no right to be upset but here he was. upset that you had canceled plans with him to hang out with someone else. and to be honest, he could’ve drank with you. he doesn’t know why you chose beidou.

but let’s just say that this story ends with a heated make-out session on your island stools in your kitchen and you having a huge hangover the next day not remembering anything that had happened yesterday which had kazuha defeated, desperate for another try. because c’mon, you stole his first kiss and his first make-out session all in one night.

but that’s enough stories about the past times you had been under the influence.

back to the current situation that kazuha was worrying about: you getting tipsy over two measly shots that his mother had offered during the dinner that only gave effect after a good 10 minutes and here you were in your hotel room that his mom had booked for the two of you. it was pretty obvious she knew what was going on. and maybe this was all apart of her plan.

“y/n.” he deadpans, staring at you who has been sitting on the ground next to the bed for the last ten minutes with your head rested onto the bed. “get up from the ground.” he lowers himself to be on the same level as you.

“nooooo. i don’t want to go.” you cross your arms, with a scowl on your face, hearing a sigh from the white-haired male.

a moment of silence passes by before he sighs again, “i’m tired.” your grin starts to turn into a frown.

“come on. get onto the bed. or i’ll carry you bridal style onto the bed.” he says, grabbing one of your arms attempting to get you laying on the bed so he could get a glass of water for you so you could start to sober up.

you squeal as he picks you up from your spot on the ground and carries you onto the bed tickling you making you giggle.

you get up from your laying position on the bed which makes kazuha groan with his failed attempt to try and get water to sober you up while you lie in bed patiently waiting for him to come back. which was quite literally impossible with you being under the influence.

“kazuha.” you get serious this time and he stops his whining and complaining to face you and have an intoxicated conversation with you with just you as the one intoxicated and him not so much.

“what is it y/n?” and the sweet sound of your name makes your heart beat faster and it makes you riskier. it makes you want to do things to kazuha that you wouldn’t normally do if it wasn’t for your inebriation.

you come closer to his face and your guys’ eyes meet. kazuha tries to stay focus and tries to calm his heart down as much as he can so you can’t hear it because its embarrassing having this big of a schoolgirl crush on someone he’s known since he was in diapers.

and it’s especially embarrassing on how much anticipation he has in this very moment; you’re unpredictable. and god he wishes he knew what was going on in your head right now because he can’t stop himself from thinking about things that would never happen in a million years.

“you’re so pretty you know that?” you cup his face waiting for his response but all you’re met with is a flushed face and a frustrated sigh from kazuha.

he doesn’t know much longer he can hold it all in.

hold in the urge from wanting to kiss you all over again, because god seeing you in that pretty tight white dress is making him go insane. he says a simple, “thank you.” in response.

“can i kiss you?” you ask him and he doesn’t know what to say because he shouldn’t say no, and he knows he should say no, but he would do absolutely anything to kiss you one more time. but this wasn’t right.

this was the second time that he would be doing this. taking advantage of you while you were drunk.

but your scent was so addicting and he couldn’t get enough of it and he was yearning for the touch of your soft lips against his so he nods reluctantly.

and he knows it’s wrong, and he knows he’ll apologize in the morning this time and confront the fact that he made a mistake doing this with you.

but as soon as your lips crash, he never wants the sweet taste of peppermint from your chapstick mixed with the raging taste of alcohol to leave his mouth and he starts to not regret the decision he made so much. your lips were so insanely soft against his, your movements are slow yet so intense making kazuha yearn for more. he wanted more. he took a breath of your enthralling scent, your perfume was mixed with strawberries and mint. it was addicting and it sent his head spinning, butterflies emerging in his stomach as you smile into his kiss. you start to move slowly on his lap, his hands traveling down to your thighs. you to let out a whimper at the sudden gesture and that was more than enough for him to get a wake up call and realize what he was doing wrong.

he pulls away, lips swollen and rough breaths are the only sound being heard in the room for a couple of seconds.

“i can’t. i’m sorry. i’m taking advantage of you and it’s wrong.” he stops with you still sitting on his lap your hands drop to your side.

you frown. “i’m sorry. we can do this when you’re sober. i promise.” he gently caresses your cheek, coming close to your face, his lips lightly touching your forehead.

“okay.” you finally give in and respond, “but can you do me one more thing?” he groans once more, at this point he’s afraid of your requests because if you plead him to do anything he will oblige and you have so much power over him and he is frightened by how much power you have over him.

“one more kiss? please?”

oh, kill kazuha right now. you just pleaded and there was no way he was going to decline.

“mkay.” he uses both of his hands to grip your waist as your lips meet, the exciting sensation rushing through his body and making kazuha’s head spin, wanting more, but he pulls away because he’s well aware of how many boundaries he’s overstepped today.

“is that it?” you nod, your eyes meet again and the white-haired male is about to explode with how much tension was in the room now and he knew he had to do something to stop himself from doing anything more stupid.

“come on. let’s get you in bed and let me grab you a glass of water.”

©saeskiss 2023

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