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Dance at a Feast

Happy New Year everyone! The good thing about having two weeks off from work is that I am able to get some writing done! I'm trying to get drafts done for a lot of fics I have plans for, so I can have some things to post when I go back to work.

Also, please feel free to make requests! I have a list of prompts which is linked below, and a master list that has the fandoms and characters I write for. If there is someone and a something not listed that would like to make a request for, feel free to and I will let you know if I know enough about it to write for it. Also feel free to make requests for this verse!

This is another part in the Covered in Steam verse. A fluffy piece between female reader and Thorin, it is set after Covered in Steam.

Warnings: Talks of a sexual nature. Dain being disrespectful - nothing insane just not acknowledging the reader as the Queen *yes I think this should be a warning*

Tag list: @catt-leya @bunson-burner

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Covered in Steam

You fiddled with the sleeves of your dress tugging them down before pulling them back up and then down again. You glanced at the mirror in Thorin’s, no your chamber you hadn’t slept in the chamber that was yours since that night. You wore a beautiful gown in the colours of the family of Durin, the blue almost matched that of your Kings eyes. Your hair had been left down showcasing the braids and beads that Thorin wove into it every morning. You were nervous, this was the first feast since you were behaving as a true married couple. And you didn’t want to do anything that would embarrass Thorin. Which was why you were concerned about the dress, the shoulders of the dress could sit normally or be pulled down to expose your shoulders and collarbones, and the plunging neckline was lower than what you normally wore but it worked the best with the necklace Thorin had gifted you with on the day you got married, and you hadn’t worn it yet.

“Sister?” you heard Dis’ voice call out from the sitting room next to the bedroom where Thorin received any guests that came to your chambers.

“In here!” you called back, shifting the bodice of the dress a little, unsure about the gauzy material that ran in panels down your ribs before forming into the princess style skirt.

“Oh my,” Dis whispered as she laid eyes on you. “I think you may very well kill my brother in that dress.”

“Is it too much?” you spun around eyes wide with concern as you smoothed down the billowing skirts. “It’s a normal style in my homeland but I know it isn’t overly common amongst the women here.”

“You look stunning my Queen,” Dis assured you as she came to stand in-front of you grabbing your hands. “You do not need to pretend as if the culture and norms of your homeland do not exist, my brother would not expect you to only dress as a dwarven woman.”

“I know he has told me as such, but I just don’t want to…embarrass him in-front of his court, especially since everything between us is still so new,” you nibbled your lower lip before yelping a little as Dis pinched your arm.

“You’ll ruin the makeup,”  

“Can’t have that can I?” you laughed, your nerves slowly leaving you in your sister in laws presence. Something she has always managed to do.

“Now, come on,” Dis tugged on you before stopping for a moment. “Wait, you are missing something.” She let go of your hand to go back to your dressing table and lifted the small crown from its resting place to put it on your head. “There.”

You lifted your hand to gently touch the crown as Dis went back to tugging you out of your rooms and towards the main banquet hall. You were still not use to wearing a crown, as you and Thorin both only tended to wear them when you absolutely had to. Such as at a feast welcoming Thorin’s cousin Dain. You could hear the celebrations before the door even came into view, you smiled. Dwarrow truly knew how to throw a feast and celebration.

“Introducing her Highness Princess Dis and her Royal Majesty Queen y/n,” the herald at the doorway announced both you and Dis causing the court to become quiet as Thorin stood from his chair and walked around the table that housed the royals. His eyes burned with a fire as he took in your appearance, you could feel the eyes of every dwarf on you as the king walked towards you and Dis quickly left your side to greet her sons. You could only guess the dwarf sitting on Thorin’s left was his cousin Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. You briefly caught his eyes only to quickly break eye contact and focus on your husband. Dain had the same colour eyes as Thorin only his were cold and calculating, and you did not like the way he looked at you.

“My wife,” Thorin rumbled, this voice bouncing around the room. “You are a vision.”

You dropped into a small curtsy as your body warmed, your eyes locking onto his as you lifted your head back up. Thorin stepped closer to you to place a kiss upon your lips before gently taking your hand, guiding you to stand in-front of his cousin, who remained seated.

“Cousin, my wife, your Queen,” Thorin’s voice was hard as stone as he noticed the disrespect being shown to you. “Greet her.” Dain’s eyes narrowed before a friendly mask fell over his face as he stood and bowed low to you.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you, Your Majesty,” Dain’s voice didn’t sound overly pleased and you were concerned but you nodded back at him regardless, knowing now was not the time to raise concerns.

“And it is lovely to finally meet you Lord Dain, Thorin has spoken highly of you,” you responded voice soft, your eyes looking at a point over his shoulder as you didn’t want to look into his cold eyes again.

“Come my Queen, you must be hungry,” Thorin’s arm wrapped around your waist and led you away. You smiled gratefully up at Thorin raising on your toes to press your lips to his cheek in thanks. His arm squeezed you in kind, his eyes full of love as he stared down at you.

“Hello aunty mine,” Kili smiled up at you as you walked past. You grinned down at him, unable to resist messing up his hair. Kili pouted up at you as he tried to fix his hair, you dropped a kiss on his head in apology as you did the same to Fili as you walked past. Dis’s sons had been as welcoming as she had when you arrived, always smiling and including you, you were forever grateful for those three Durin’s.

“Aunty,” Fili smiled as you sat down beside him, Dis was in the middle of her two sons, who leaned around her oldest to smile at you. “Don’t worry about Dain. He’s a traditionalist but Uncle doesn’t pay any mind to those old dwarves.” Fili had lowered his voice and leant close to your side. His eyes, the same shade as his uncle was soft and kind as he looked at you. Your heart squeezed at his words.

“Thank you Fili,” you whispered back. “I will keep that in mind.”

“But, should he or any other dwarf look to cause you problems promise that you will let myself, my mother, Kili, Dwalin or Balin know. Of course Thorin should be your first choice but if you cannot find him, you also have us on your side,” Fili added squeezing your arm before letting go and focusing on his food.

You could hear the conversations going on around you as you picked at your food. You never ate much in-front of large crowds, but would always find a plate of food waiting for you in your chambers after a feast. You had always wondered who ensured the staff left it but never thought to investigate it too much.

“Are you alright love?” Thorin asked removing himself from the conversation with Dain to check on you. He had picked up on your added nerves after meeting Dain and wanted to do everything he could to be sure that you were fine.

“I am,” you nodded turning to give Thorin a smile but you could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t buy it. He leaned close enough to whisper into your ear.

“If I had known Dain would show such disrespect to my wife I would never had invited him here,” Thorin promised you. “Tell me at once if he ever does so again or makes you uncomfortable at all. Erebor if your home and you are the Queen.”

“You Durin’s and your need to protect,” you teased nudging your nose against his.

“Oh?”

“Fili just gave me a list of all the dwarves I can tell if Dain or any other dwarf causes me problems,” you explained. “It was pretty much you four and Dwalin and Balin.”

“Hmm,” Thorin hummed his eyes full of pride at your words. “Well, us Durin’s are fiercely protective of those we care about. And once we care for someone it is next to impossible to get rid of us. So I’m afraid my heart, you are stuck with me, and my sister and nephews.”

“Such an imposition that,” you laughed.

“You weren’t thinking I was an imposition this morning,” Thorin growled his eyes darkening as heat filled them. “With my tongue between your thighs.”

“Thorin,” you gasped in shock. “You can’t say things like that here.”

“I am the King,” Thorin shrugged kissing your lips and whispering his next words into your mouth. “I can say such things when I please. And no-one can hear us.”

You playfully glared at him about to say something back when Dain interrupted leaning around Thorin to gain his attention again, sending you a cold look before placing the mask back in place before Thorin could see. Thorin kissed you once more rounding on his cousin, you could hear the harshness in his tone as he spoke in dwarvish. You sipped at your wine, as music started to play, as it always does at a Dwarven feast. The boys beside you quickly stood up looking to find some partners to dance with, Kili raced off instantly looking for Ori. Fili however, hesitated, Dis had left seeking out Balin to discuss some matters.

“My Queen,” Fili said, his voice loud and pointed as he bowed low at his waist holding a hand out. “May I have a dance?”

You grinned up at Fili, standing up and reaching to take his hand but you were pulled tightly against a hard chest. Thorin’s scent surrounding you. Fili smirked, his eyes playfully challenging his uncle, as he continued to wait on your hand.

“My wife will be dancing with me first, nephew,” Thorin’s voice rumbled.

“I think Her Majesty can make that decision, Uncle,” Fili grinned.

“I am honoured Prince Fili,” you grinned, trying to keep your voice regal. “However, I would think you would prefer to seek out someone else to dance…and even maybe court?”

Fili’s face flushed bright red his eyes automatically going towards a dwarven woman that was standing off to the side near Bofur. The look in his eyes was similar to how Thorin would look at you and you knew that maybe you and Dis could do a little pushing.

“I mean…I can’t…” Fili stuttered in an uncommon show of nerves.

“Yes you can nephew,” you encouraged him stepping a little out of the circle of Thorin’s arms but he kept a hold of your hips. “I have seen that young woman look at you, in the same manner you look at her. You are a Durin, take the courage that all you Durin’s seem to possess in enough abundance to take on a Dragon and ask her to dance.”

You felt Thorin’s hands squeeze your hips and his lips pressed into your neck, you could feel the smile that tugged at them. You reached out to squeeze Fili’s hands, forcing his eyes back to yours. The red of his face had calmed down to a light pink.

“Right, yes, true,” Fili nodded.

“You are my heir Fili,” Thorin added reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “You can do this.”

Fili nodded once more before he turned around and strode towards the woman in question. He forced the Durin swagger into his steps as the two of you watched him in amusement. Thorin tugged you close again turning you around, you smiled up at him wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So, that dance?” you asked. “Better make good.”  

“Come along then,” Thorin smirked. Pushing you backwards, you giggled turning around and taking hold of his hand and pulling him onto the space in the middle of the room that was used for dancing.

Thorin spun you around before tugging you close, wrapping his right arm around your waist and grabbing your right hand with his left, you placed your left hand on his shoulder. You allowed him to led you around the floor trusting him to keep you from backing into anyone. The tune was a fast past one, your skirt flying out every time he spun you around quickly. He grabbed both of your hips and lifted you up and turning the two of you before putting you back down and grabbing hold of your hand again to lead you around.

You giggled as your dress managed to hit Kili and Ori on your way past them, you threw an apology over Thorin’s shoulder causing the two young Dwarves to laugh. Thorin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your eyes were bright with happiness and you had not stopped laughing and smiling since Fili had first asked you for a dance. Your face was flush from your wine and from the dancing, you had danced to two fast paced songs before a slow paced song started to play. Thorin wrapped both his arms around your waist pulling you as close to him as he could get you. You looped your arms around his neck, using one of your hands to tilt his head down, he grinned as he rested his forehead against yours and swayed the two of you in time with music.

“You truly do look beautiful tonight, my Lady,” Thorin whispered. “Seeing you in my colours, I wish to take you from this hall and feast on something else entirely.”

“My King, was this morning and last night not enough?” you asked, stroking the back of his neck, his thick hair covering your movements.

“I will never have enough of you,” Thorin answered. “I will never have enough of your taste, of your body, of you. I will always want you in my arms.”

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[callsign-rogueone]

all the small things - g.t.

Garrick Tavis x gn!reader 💌: …would you consider writing something for Garrick that explores some of the little intimate, familiar, or caring details he would do for/with the person he’s in a relationship with? words: 1.1k 🏷: no book spoilers! NSFW at the end, because it’s Garrick and I had to. just some thoughts about Gare being soft and cute (and a little sexy) with his partner. I managed to make this gender neutral. I’m trying a list format this time bc that flows better than a dozen little scraps lol

I feel like Garrick is a quiet partner, that he shows his feelings for you in a lot of little ways that you might not even notice.

He’s just always there.

If you’re studying, he’s studying with you, or working on something else quietly, sharpening his knives, etc.

While you’re chatting with a friend, he’s sitting a foot or two away, slicing a clean dagger through an apple, cutting off a small piece and extending it to you silently.

He is absolutely not afraid to use his stature and his scary reputation to his advantage when it comes to protecting you. 

Some guy made you uncomfortable in the laundry room? Well, now every Thursday night is laundry night for both of you, and he’s gonna stand behind you the whole time, brooding at anyone in the room Xaden-style and making sure they leave you alone.

Your safety is his number one priority.

We all know Dain’s philosophy — I’m going to do everything I can to keep you out of harm’s way

Garrick’s is a bit more nuanced — Harm is going to come to you no matter what, because the world is cruel and we’re literally preparing for war. While I’ll still do everything I can to protect you, I’ll also do everything I can to teach you to protect yourself.

He’s strict about keeping your training routine, giving you extra practice sparring near-daily. He knows when you can handle it and when you can’t. On days when you’re truly exhausted, injured, or at your limit, or something really upset you etc, you’ll spend training time resting — cuddles!

I know this man is an amazing cuddler. All that soft, warm muscle… big hands… strong arms to wrap around you… there’s no escape. Not that you’d ever want to leave lol

… Where were we?

He takes responsibility for your safety (as much as he can in this very dangerous school) while still letting you handle yourself.

That said, he’ll take matters into his own hands for small situations. He will not hesitate to pull you out of the way if people run by and might bump into you, etc. (plus it’s an excuse for him to hug you in the middle of the day lol)

He grabbed you by the back of your shirt once to stop you from hitting the ground when you tripped over your own shoelace — he then proceeded to set you upright and kneel down to tie said shoelace for you. 

Xaden never lets him hear the end of that. (“How come you never tie my shoes for me, Gare?”)

Big acts of service guy.

He’ll fill your water bottle in the morning, and he expects it to be empty at the end of the day or he will make you chug it because hydration is important. He ignores any eye rolls or complaints — you both know that he does this because he loves you.

He makes sure you’re eating, knows your favorite and least favorite foods, and will wordlessly move things on / off of your plate at meals, because you’re sitting directly next to him, of course. You know he wants you close and that’s a way you show love back to him. You also give him your leftovers sometimes. The boy can eat; that's half of how he put on so much muscle.

If you have long hair, he’ll keep one of your hairbands or pins etc in his pocket for whenever the need arises. He likes helping you with your hair, too. He's not the best at braiding or doing other hairstyles, but he’s trying and he’s improving! He also absolutely loves it when you sit in front of him and let him brush your hair / detangle / condition it etc.

He will always take the opportunity to wash your hair. He's super thorough with it and it feels so nice and relaxing.

As Ilya Kaminsky wrote: “Soaping together / is sacred to us / Washing each other’s shoulders. / You can fuck / anyone— but with whom can you sit / in water?”

Garrick. Garrick is whom. he loves showering with you after a long day, washing your back or places you can’t reach, being super gentle with any injuries you have, kissing every bruise and scar.

aaand this is getting nsfw, because it’s Garrick;

Don’t get me wrong though — he loves showering with you for other reasons, too. He loves seeing you naked, obviously, loves gliding soapy hands over your skin, kneading the softest parts of you, massaging gently and getting you all pliant and relaxed for him…

He’ll never pass up an offer to press you against the tiled wall and fuck you until you need to take another shower.

Speaking of fucking… Garrick fucks. 

He took his sweet time with you in the beginning, when your relationship was just starting, because he wanted to make you feel loved and safe with him of course, but also because he was studying.

He’s learned almost everything about your body. He knows what feels good for you, and recognizes all the signs that you’re about to cum — the cute sounds and expressions you make, the way your breathing changes and you grip his hand a little tighter… 

King of praise btw. The boy cannot shut up between the sheets. always telling you how pretty you are, how well you’re taking it, that you deserve to feel so good, just relax and let it out…

But it isn’t all soft and sweet. He's strong, and you’ve put that strength to the test multiple times. He's more than able to pin you down, to keep your legs spread, to hold you in all sorts of positions while he does what he does best.

Being an executive officer comes with a lot of paperwork, and he often gets stuck doing Xaden’s too (they really need to stop using that as a betting chip), but if you sit on his bed all pretty and keep quiet while he works on it, he’ll make it up to you by bending you over the desk when he’s finished.

Remember what I said about keeping you out of danger? There's gonna be consequences if you do something reckless in training or out in the field… That’s all I’ll say on the subject for now 🤭 

I got a little carried away there… Can you tell I’m currently working on three different Garrick smuts? gonna be exploring some of those things in more detail ^^ 👀

all in all, Gare is an amazing boyfriend and he loves you so much 🥺 big strong boy is just so soft for you and only you, and wants to take care of you all the time and make you feel loved and protect you from the cruelty of the world. ❤️

#garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis smut #kinda lol #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #theoretically I could tag this as #Garrick and Angel #bc this all applies to them too #mine

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Artificiality.

Pairing: Yandere!Dainsleif x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Sex Doll AU,  GN!Reader, Implied Sex, Implied Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Mentions of Blood/Injury.

[Part Two]

Dainsleif, your good friend, didn’t like crowds.

He wouldn’t admit him, but it was obvious. You were good at reading him, and even if you hadn’t been, he couldn't really hide it - always edging just a little closer to you than he normally would, or running his hand through his hair as his eyes shifted from your back to the sidewalk to the masses of strangers you were shouldering past, or making a quick grab for your hand before remembering how cool and distant he liked to be and pulling away. It was worse than it usually was today, maybe due to the summer heat or the time of day or the fact that you'd managed to drag him out to the shopping district of all places, somewhere he tended to avoid like one of the mall cops had a warrant out for his arrest. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think that, if it wasn’t for you, he’d never leave his apartment, shun all human and artificial company alike. It was a terrible way to picture one of your closest friends, but still – you wouldn’t say it if part of you didn’t believe it was true.

“Hey,” You called, over your shoulder. He was behind you, his shoulders pushed forward and his head bowed, slightly. He was scowling, but you couldn’t blame that entirely on the crowds. “Doing alright back there, Dain?”

He hesitated, made a throaty sound that might’ve been a scoff, or a sigh, or something else entirely. “I’m fine.”

A lie. A blatant one, at that.

But, that was why he had you, right?

You laughed as you grabbed his hand, guiding him off of the crowded walkway and onto the covered patio of a nearby café, dotted with a few tables and a handful of seated customers but otherwise empty. When he didn’t immediately unwind, you did what you could to set an example – leaning against a white-washed brick wall, tilting your head back, and watching as Dainsleif crossed his arms, shifted his weight, did all the things he usually did when you’d taken him somewhere he didn’t want to be. When he glanced in your direction, you could only shrug, smiling apologetically. “I didn’t think it’d be so busy,” You admitted, nodding towards the rows of packed storefronts in front of you. “Sorry, I should’ve thought about that before I asked you to come. I promise, I just need to do one more thing, then we can leave.”

“I told you, I’m fine.” Stubborn as always, even as he fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket. Maybe that was why he always seemed so uncomfortable, so eager to leave wherever you’d taken him. If you dressed like he did – all long-sleeves, all full-length jeans, all heavy coats and high collars and thick, dark material – you probably wouldn’t want to stand around in the heat for very long, either. “If any of this bothered me, I wouldn’t have come. Besides,” He paused, gesturing vaguely towards the dozen or so plastic, branded shopping bags hanging from your wrist. “Someone has to make sure you don’t spend your life’s savings on… Why are we here, again?”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t answer immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the door to the café opening, a waiter… or, rather, an android being used as a waiter soon stepping out, notepad already in-hand. A Venti, judging by the twin braids, the easy smile he put on as he started towards you, probably mistaking you and Dainsleif for waiting customers. You waved him off quickly, of course, chuckling to yourself as he spun on his heels to tend to another set of patrons. “I’ve told you, Teyvat has a new—”

“Don’t tell me that you’d be interested with someone like him.”

His tone caught you off-guard. Clipped, irritated, laced with a kind of annoyance you couldn’t remember ever hearing from him. You weren’t hurt, but the shock thew you off for a second, your confusion audible in your voice as you tried to respond. “Do you mean that Venti specifically, or…?”

“I—” He pursed his lips, turning away from you sharply. “I mean, don’t tell me you’d be interested in something like that.”

“Oh, a companion droid?” That made more sense. He’d never liked androids, something you could only chalk up to the fact that Dainsleif didn’t like a lot of things – save for you, of course. “You know I’ll never be able to afford one, which is exactly why you're taking me to drool over the new droid Teyvat's releasing today. I've heard it's a Harbinger - one that'll only cost three years worth of rent, for a change.” You straightened your back, perked up, waving for him to follow you as you started back onto the walkway. “Speaking of, c'mon. We should get going before this set sells out.”

There was another scoff, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, a new levity to his voice. You couldn’t help but relax a little, at that. Honestly, you were just hoping he'd have a good time. “Fine,” He said, already falling into line behind you. “If that’s what you want.”

"I couldn't think of anything I'd love more, Dain."

~

Dainsleif, your boyfriend, was touchier than he’d like to admit.

His hands latched onto your waist, your knees planted on either side of him, his face buried in the side of your neck, where he could lap at your skin and moan into the crook of your shoulder as you ground against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. There was a movie playing in the background, one of the B-rated high-fantasy flicks he liked, but you’d lost track of the plot twenty minutes after he’d put it on, and any scraps of dialogue you’d be able to make out were lost under the sound of his hitched breathing, the occasional grunt that’d slip out whenever you rolled your hips in a way he seemed to enjoy.

He pressed a wet, hot kiss into the side of your neck, and you whimpered, bringing your hands up to the hem of his shirt, your fingertips just barely brushing against his toned stomach before he caught your wrists and hauled your own shirt over your head, nearly tearing the fabric in the process. You only laughed, the pitchy sound cut short as he wrapped an arm around your waist and threw you onto his couch – positioned so that he was above you, his chest pressed into yours and your legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth was on your neck in an instant, then your collarbone, then your chest, his teeth grazing over your skin with just a little too much pressure and a little too much precision to be purely accidental. You arched into him, your fingers soon tangled in his hair, and he let out a rough groan, nearly too low for you to hear. “Mast—”

He cut himself off, straightening his back, going rigid on top of you. It took everything you had not to laugh. You knew you shouldn’t tease him, not right now, not like this, but still, the temptation was there. “What was that, Dain?”

He hesitated for a long, quiet second, then closed his eyes, melted into you despite the tension still knotted in his posture. “Master…” He trailed off, his voice soft, muted. “Is it… Is it alright if I call you that?”

“Of course.” You did your best to comb through his hair, to as comforting as you could be, given the situation. It took him a moment, but he leaned into your palm, sighing heavily as he started to relax. “It just surprised me a little, ‘s all. I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

You watched as he swallowed, as he lowered himself back down to your chest. “And, I can touch you?”

A little, soft sound of agreement, a gentle nudge lower. “Anywhere you want to.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, didn’t move at all.

Then, he broke out into a small smile, and his eyes fell away from you, his expression softening into something nearly sweet. “I love you.”

You only grinned, sitting just far up enough to kiss the top of his head. “I love you too, Dain.”

~

Dainsleif, your Dainsleif, was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, covered in blood.

That was the first thing you noticed after you bolted awake, panting and still trying to understand what you were looking at, from his torn clothes to the open gash stretched across his chest to the splotches of something dark and wet and drippinglittered across his chest, his hands, his legs. He didn’t have a key, he’d never asked for one, but you hadn’t heard him knock, nor had he turned on any of the lights, done anything aside from stand there and stare at you, not blinking or moving or breathing, from what little you could see. You sat up, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t move to approach you. You didn’t know whether to be scared, or thankful you had a few more seconds to catch your breath.

A few seconds you wasted, of course. He was bleeding, and you needed to know why. “Dain? Are you—”

“They’re bastards.” You almost asked who he was talking about, what he was talking about, but you didn’t have the chance. He was already going on, already rambling, already approaching you with the kind of quick, stilted steps that’d fit something else, something more mechanical than you or him. “All of them – bastards. The Archons were—They aren’t even cheap replacements, they’re killers, and Teyvat, the other androids, all of them, they’re all murderers—"

“Dainsleif.” You started to get up, pushing your sheets aside and moving to stand, but he was already at your side, already trying to take your hands in his. You pulled back, and he let out a frustrated grunt – something you tried to ignore as you continued. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and—Did someone hurt you? What happened?”

“They want me dead.” He was smiling, now, grinning wildly. He made another grab for your hands, and when you drew away, he took you by the shoulders, instead, his grip almost tight enough to bruise. “They want all of us dead, Master – everyone from my collection. But, I won’t let them. They can’t kill all of us. They can’t rip off my skin and ruin my mind and send me out as some— some object.” He paused, laughed, dragging you into a sudden, clumsy kiss. You shoved at his chest, bit at his lips, but he didn’t so much as flinch, only pulling away after he’d gotten his fill. “I’ll have to move again. But, you’ll come with me, won’t you? You love me, don't you, Master?"

You opened your mouth, but couldn’t speak. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and before you could stop yourself, your attention fell from his face to his chest, to the tear in his shirt that slit the fabric apart from his neckline to his midriff. You were right about the cut. It was a wound, messy and deep, but it wasn’t bleeding, and the skin around it didn’t look right, too clean, too neat. There wasn’t any muscle, or tissue – just blackness, empty void interrupted by…

By something silver?

Your eyes shot back to his, and for the first time, you noticed how glassy they were, how his skin was just a little too perfect, a little too smooth. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. If you were being honest, you didn’t want him to.

It’d save you the pain of having to wonder why you’d never noticed how unnatural his voice sounded, before.

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[throwaway-yandere]

The Longest Devout Believers (Yandere!SAGAU Various/Reader)

A/n: This is just a small side story/prequel from around 400 years ago. I couldn't add it anywhere else in chapter 1 so here's the prequel!! Lumine best girl.

Happy birthday Ayaka/2nd-anniversary Genshin!!!

Characters present in this chapter: (Main Focus) Abyss!Lumine, Dainsleif, and Venti (Briefly Mentioned) Kaeya, Traveler!Aether, Zhongli

CW: yandere self-aware genshin au, "impostor" reader, violence (won't go so far and say "gore", but there's mentions of blood)

Unreliable Synopsis: Your travel companions are a lot more feral than you suspected.

Hysteric Humanoid:

Side Story I (You are here)

Next Chapter

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"When men encounter enemies in the fight, a robust heart is better than a sharp sword."

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[??? YEARS AGO]

It was a rough day, again.

You tuck your face between your thighs. It can't be helped that their comments had effectively spoiled your mood for the rest of the day.  You're too "soft".  They eagerly threw insults and threats into the breeze since the country of freedom does not limit one's speech. You were positive that if your companions had left you to experience Ludi Harpastum alone, they would not have stopped at just hurling rotting tomatoes.

Lumine took off your azure glasses and linked your fingers in hers.

"(Player Name)..." She whispered, her bright eyes meeting yours. Lumine never once shied away after being caught gazing in your general direction, nor did she once make you feel alienated for having Khaenri'ahn eyes. 

You blushed as she kissed your fingertips.

"There are no fakes, no clones, no frauds– you are The Creator. Rhinedottir stole your consciousness and dragged you into our world. You brought us life."

"But..." You bit your bottom lip. 

"I didn't... My earliest memories were of me downloading some resource data and verifying file integrity. I just played this game before, and that's it. If I were The Creator, my earliest memory would've been of me creating the soil– or making a new life. I... I can't even summon the elements like you d–"

"But you can control gravity, can't you?" She wiped the single tear that escaped your eye. "I could be your elemental progenitor, just use me as much as you wish."

She invested too much blind faith in you.

You're not The Creator. Why does she insist on telling such a sloppy lie?

She's delusional.

Lumine laughed shallowly as she brushed her lips against your cheek. You're used to this by now. She always sounds like she's on the verge of laughing when teasing you. You squeaked until she pulled you close to her body into a tight hug. Hesitantly, you leaned your head on her shoulder.

Her eyes darkened the moment you turned to look the other way.

Lumine will kill every last one of them. The traveler did not tell you, but she will. Her best weapon would be unscathed, but it didn't mean she couldn't employ a duller, more agonizing blade. She'll flay their skin and hang their heads from the festival ropes, ecstatic at the blood that drenches Mondstadt's concrete floors.

She will come back.

You pulled away.

"Besides, (Player Name), that doesn't matter." She grinned from ear to ear. "You're with us now. And we'll have no better blessing than that!"

Lumine yanked you up, removing you from your sulking position.

You frowned. "Aren't you too relaxed about this?"

"Hmm? Not really. On the contrary, you're being too serious about everything." Lumine laughed. "Lighten up. We don't want you getting wrinkles like Dainsleif."

"Like who, exactly?"

"Ah, there you are, Dain." Lumine cheesily wrapped her hands around your waist.

Your face warmed up, and you pried her off, but your attempts were in vain. Dainsleif cleared his throat. He moved away to avoid you getting sandwiched between them, uncomfortable. 

"Aww, don't act shy, (Player Name)!"

Lumine pouted at him before she gave you a cheeky butterfly kiss. His eyebrows furrowed, unable to understand her need for physical touch. Dainsleif covered half of his face, despite already wearing a mask. You could tell he was feeling embarrassed by her actions. 

She secretly shot him a dirty look.

Lumine knows what she's doing.

And Dainsleif won't be provoked so easily.

"(Player Name) here was just talking about you! They said they wanted to meet Andrius."

You gave her a look that says "no, I didn't." and she shot you back with a "yes, you did."

It's not as if it matters. You can't help but be enchanted. Lumine assigns the majority of your destinations; she simply created a scapegoat in case her strategy fails. Besides, your knight doesn't have the guts to blame you for anything. You were virtually pampered under his watchful eye before Lumine joined the party. Only the traveler is capable of questioning and dismantling his overprotectiveness.

Dainsleif sighed as he pinched his nose. In times like these, his ironclad duties take precedence over her chaotic desires, insipid and unpaid they may be.

Despite lacking any attractive aspects, you value how he conveyed his dissatisfaction still. Based on what you recall from “the game”, he will barely smile and appear on guard around the protagonist in the future. The Dainsleif who swore an oath by your side is a lot more loose and expressive.

He acted so differently when you recalled The Creator's future insights. The future Dainsleif you saw was cold, calculating, and most of all bitter. His smile was nearly extinct. That Dainsleif looked overworked and numb.

You worry that something worse than losing Khaenri'ah will happen that would extinguish his emotions...

You snapped out of your train of thought as you heard Dainsleif groan, annoyed.

"We cannot afford to waste time in Mondstadt." He said.

Lumine huffed.

"But I'm sure Andrius wouldn't mind meeting some travelers."

Actually, he would. If The Creator's insights are anything to go by, he hates humans. Even more so a traveling human.

"But the nobles would," Dainsleif muttered.

"What if they wouldn't?"

"They surely would–"

"The Clans have nothing to do with Wolvendom–"

"We're still in enemy territory–"

"Stop speaking over each other." Your hands chopped them both on top of their heads. They stared at you fondly as if you were an annoyed little kid, which worsened your exasperation. 

You exhaled deeply, wearing your azure glasses back. "I get it, I get it. Now, would you both do me a solid and just be quiet for once?"

It should take another three or four centuries before the "game" begins. Your comprehension of this world's timeline is muddled, yet you know of the protagonist's– Aether’s– fate in the future. When their squabbling becomes unbearable, you console yourself by thinking that they'll "split up" in a few hundred years... Admittedly, that timeframe isn't helpful, but at least they're doomed to battle in the future. They just don't realize it yet.

“Of course, My Lord.”

"Y-Yes, Your Grace."

—------

The destination took a detour from Liyue harbor to Wolvendom effectively under your command.

Wolvendom was nothing like you pictured it to be. According to The Creator, this is where they brought Aether to meet Razor, the wolf boy. The former should be sleeping, and the latter would not exist for generations. Nonetheless, Wolvendom appears somehow more lustrous and green at the present moment. The wolves also make little effort to conceal their fur from strangers. They were more confident and comfortable, and these two things were not mutually exclusive.

So, the riftwolves haven't made their way to Mondstadt yet.

'Hmm, it would appear so, ███.'

You flinched, but neither Dainsleif nor Lumine seemed to notice. The breeze blew and murmured something of great importance. You will not dismiss it.

You stopped walking and listened closely.

While the smaller animals frolicked in the woods, the wind swept through and ruffled the trees' leaves. It's not harmonious or loud, but it still talked in one weighty riddle. It called out a name— it called out to you. And it's a message that only you can hear.

They both immediately sensed that their collective footsteps got a tad bit quieter and turned to look at you.

"I finally remembered."

Dainsleif looked down on Lumine, visibly perplexed. She shrugged in return.

"Remembered what, (Player Name)?"

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

They did not bother hiding their confusion. Dainsleif removed his glove and pressed the back of his palm against your forehead. Judging by how he looked “concerned” at your lack of temperature, you were probably fine. You glared at him, offended.

"Who's that?" Lumine asked. 

"Thank you for asking like a normal person and not checking if I have a fever." You sent him a snarky retort, which made Lumine snort.

Dainsleif's nose scrunched. "I'm your vassal. It is my duty to see to it that you remain healthy and unharmed."

Sounds exactly like him. He's the type that might apologize but never changes his mind.

You both ignored him.

The wind blew and spoke that name. 

(Y/n) (L/n). 

"It's my real name."

You gazed at them in sheer reluctance, hoping for them to either encourage you or admonish your claims. There's no evidence for you to back it up. But you know that it had to be your name– no one else's. It came back to you after 100 years.

"I am (Y/n) (L/n). That's... my name. Not (Player Name)." You gulped. "Do... Do you trust me?"

The two went silent.

“(Y/n)...” 

You watched nervously as the two contemplated. You'd like for them to say a word, or hand out a soft argument against your claim– but nothing like that happened.

Dainsleif closed his eyes and tested your name again. 

“(Y/n)... (Y/n). (Y/n). (Y/n).”

He glanced at you before quickly looking away, his ears all red. Dain cleared his throat, readjusting his tight collar. His eyebrows furrowed. He behaved like a pup backed into a corner, looking at you as if he's begging to be released.

“A-Am I saying that right, My Lord?”

… Surprisingly cute.

Your name sounded wonderful when it came out of his lips.

You grabbed his hands.

“Can you say Fuufuu Mujimuji Daruma next?" You asked eagerly. Your eyes practically sparkled while you stared in amazement. 

It was too much for him to bear. Dainsleif leaned back, pressing the back of his palm against his cheek. 

"... What?"

You winced, still smiling. "Ah, right. That joke was too advanced. I'll ask again in the future once you meet that little ninja."

Neither of them seemed to question what you were babbling about. You frequently foreshadow people and events that have yet to materialize.

But Lumine wanted your attention too.

“My turn.” Lumine beamed, pushing Dainsleif aside, which made him glare pettily. 

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)!”

Your heart melted.

You did not expect them to eagerly call you by your name. Your lips formed a big stupid grin.

They accepted your real name.

You worried over nothing.

“Oh wow. What a marvelous job. Do you want a gold star?” You teased.

Lumine giggled and confidently puffed her chest out. “No thanks, I’m already a gold star.”

You laughed again while Dainsleif rolled his eyes. 

She’s not wrong though; she is a five-star character. Probably a 10/10 person too. If The Creator's future memories (as much of an oxymoron that is) are to be trusted, then the twins descended to Teyvat as luminescent stars too. Whoever catches her eye would be lucky to have her, but you wanted her to know that.

You shrugged half-heartedly. “That’s right. You’re a catch, my fr–” 

You wanted today to end on a positive note, but the blood that gushed out of your arm said otherwise.

"NGH!!!"

No matter the place or century, there is never a night without its dangers. You limped backward.

Your knees buckled immediately as the icicle stabbed through you. Dain gasped and immediately crouched to shield you.

The three of you turned to look at the creature lurking behind the dusty woods.

It was a cryo abyss mage.

It waved its staff and danced proudly. 

"Found you, impostor!"

You gazed at your fresh wound, shocked. Not because of how it felt, but how it looked. Blood seeped out into the open air, and it was mesmerizing.

Your blood always looked mesmerizing. Like pixels.

"(P– (Y/N)!!!"

Dainsleif's guilt-ridden face snapped you out of your trance. His eyes narrowed. 

For him, it’s just an abyss mage. For him, this wound was just unacceptable. 

Perhaps if the enemy were a larger threat, he wouldn't beat himself up badly. Scratch that, yes, yes he still would. He had been a capable knight for centuries, but he couldn't believe he let his lord get injured over a barely-lethal opponent. 

The twilight sword pulled you behind him. His grip on your hand was unusually tight. You wanted to reassure him that you're okay and he did well, that this was the first time in years that you got wounded, but doing that will damage his pride.

Dainsleif never once failed to protect you until now. 

Thus, Lumine took the lead.

She jabbed the mage with the hilt of her sword, effectively removing its mask, before slashing it down in one fell swoop. 

"GAAHHHHH!!!"

It was over, but she didn't stop there. 

Lumine repeatedly stabbed it, and the abyss mage's muted screams weigh heavily on your mind. Her expression was clouded by an emotion you were unaware of. It cried until it couldn't breathe. But Lumine didn't give in. She continued to mutilate the body, almost as if she wanted you to remember the sound of tearing flesh with each stab.

This was the first time you'd heard her innocent giggles amidst a terrifying scene.

Lumine tugged and pulled out the pathetic mage's flesh. In each drag, she recklessly weeds out its bloodstained fur. The blonde traveler giggled softly. She was not grinning wide, but you have to be blind not to see the out-of-place gentle smile on her visage. The traveler did not flinch once whenever her opponent's cries grew louder and strained– but the intensity of her stabs weighed heavier and heavier until you could hear her sword tear through the dirt underneath. You can't believe she finds this amusing.

"S-stop..."

She picked up its head. You closed your eyes, but you know all too well that it wasn't the sound of crushed Jueyun Chilis you heard. It was the abyss mage's skull.

The mage's final screams will be all that you'll dream of tonight. 

Lumine continued slamming its head against the ground, pulverizing it as she saw fit.

Your heart dropped. Remembering how this abyss mage used to be human.

Used to be Khaenriah'n.

"S-Stop!" You shook, mortified. "Please stop! They're already dead!"

You stumbled over your pleas before Dainsleif softly squeeze your hand. You jerked up and opened your eyes. He accidentally sent you a jaded look, which made you realize that this was not Lumine's first time doing something graphic.

Lumine frowned, before thrusting her sword deep into its chest one final time.

You've never seen her sharpen a sword before. Every stab must have been excruciating.

"Oh. Sorry that you had to see that, (Pl– (Y/n)."

You swallowed unevenly, unable to tear your gaze away from the corpse. You could no longer recognize your assailant at the sight of its mangled insides.

Dainsleif guided your chin up before cloaking the corpse with his power.  He didn't want his Lord to view a distressing sight.

You staggered drearily closer to Lumine.

"...You're only sorry that I saw it?"

Lumine nodded. "Of course. Why would I apologize to the enemy?"

She stood in front of you, wearing the smeared blood of her victim on her hands and feet. You flinched as she cupped your face with her cleaner hand. Her gaze softened, remorseful.

Lumine looked at you with eyes that said you're acting hysterical again.

You hated that look. You hated how she stared at you with condescending sympathy.

“Your Grace, we had to send a message. We couldn’t let those foul beasts get any more strange ideas.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill.

"But–"

"Drop it, My Lord," Dainsleif whispered. "Just forget about it. Please, allow us to patch your wound first." 

You couldn't. Not after seeing the eyeless flesh that your "kind" companion stabbed with abandon. Dain’s words were not a threat, but a considerate warning, and that is precisely what made it worse.

That abyss mage used to be one of your people.

They're no longer human, but that doesn't erase the fact they used to be one.

What would their family think? How would they feel if they found out their father or son got torn to shreds by Lumine?

The Abyss Order's future leader?

"It's just that in The Creator's– my future knowledge, Lumine will lead the Ab–." You rambled shakily, loud enough for both of them to hear. "I don't– it's– I– I'm sorry."

Lumine flinched, slowly processing what you said. "... I'll join the abyss?"

You pretended not to hear her.

Dainsleif busied himself with cleaning your wound. His skill in mixing alcoholic drinks translates well with his repertoire of concocting medicine. You didn't react as the alcohol singes pain in your arm.

Your blood was strangely cube-like, but he reassured you that it was normal. You've never seen Lumine or Dain bleed before and you're not selfish enough to hurt them just to sate your curiosity.

After that, Dainsleif knelt, facing the ground ashamed. 

He didn't let go of your hand.

"My Lord– please forgive me. I had been inadequate."

You pretended not to hear him too.

There’s no time to act pathetic. Thanks to Lumine’s little maneuver, you’ll have to spend the night in Wolvendom.

You took a deep, shaky breath. 

“B-Both of you scout the area while I patch myself up. We’ll camp here for tonight.”

Dainsleif looked up, silently hurt and confused.

You hesitantly pulled his hand away. "Lumine, I'm sorry that I keep bothering you, but before you go can you put up a geo construct… just in case?"

"Of course! (Y/n)–" she savored how your name rolls naturally off her tongue. "There is no such thing as too much trouble if you're the one asking."

You noticed how Dainsleif's somber eyes never left you while Lumine effortlessly spiked the earth's crust with her heel.

"I'll be safer here." You motioned to the barrier. "Lumine's talents never failed us."

Dainsleif stiffened at your reckless choice of words.

Lumine never failed you, and he did.

He clenched his fists behind his back.

"...Do you no longer trust my services, my Lord?" Dain asked as emotionlessly as he could muster.

You smiled.

"Be sure to accompany her, Dainsleif."

That reply did nothing to soothe his heavy heart.

—------

Wolvendom is far more desirable than old Mond's bustling streets and the wolves provided better company. For reasons unknown, seelies and animals were more hospitable and kinder than the humans you’ve met when you embarked on this long journey. Just what do these creatures see in you?

You patted the bunny that snuggled up in your sleeves with your uninjured hand. It slept comfortably, its white fur brushing over your thighs. 

The rabbit did not deserve your stern gaze. It's not its fault that it was born with white fur, but the color reminds you of the scene that occurred moments prior.

How easy would it be to tear this rabbit's fur apart too?

You trembled. 

Definitely not easy enough to grab fistfuls of it in one go as Lumine did.

But she did all that for survival, right?

It's selfish for you to impose your moral compass in a dire situation. "One of us has to go", and Lumine was kind enough to ensure that it won't be you.

An empty chuckle escaped your lips.

You lie to yourself that it was a reasonable thing to do. Traveling with the two made you a "full-fledged self-gaslighter", you could let this one slide too, can't you? It's not as if Lumine is some sort of villainess– everything she did was for you. Dainsleif even stopped you from interrupting, and you trust that he's more level-headed than you are. You shouldn't worry your little head about it anymore. 

"I'm just gonna skip the city and ask how are you enjoying Wolvendom so far, Your Grace?"

You jolted and looked to where the voice came from. The rabbit unfortunately ran away.

When you looked up, a well-dressed man graced you with his presence.

Should the winged man that perched on top of that giant tree be none other than Mondstadt's archon, then it's obvious why he wouldn't inquire about your experience with his country. He appeared different from how he would casually dress up. With a white robe draped across his waist and a large hood covering his eyes, you could easily overlook his obsession with alcohol. 

He flew down and took your arm gently.

"Did you know that rabbits are symbols of spring and fertility in Mondstadt? Hehe, it's mating season right now– their honking noises are keeping me up all night." He said. "Oh, but I guess it's creepy for me to talk about this while holding your hand, huh?

You gulped.

"Venti–" You yelped. "I mean!– Lord Barbatos–"

"Ah-ah-ah! No need to change it, Your Grace! In fact, please don't call me Lord. I'm your most loyal acolyte!" Barbartos chortled. "Calling me by my future fake name, huh? Well– I guess those years were more exciting than the present, so I can't blame ya!"

... Acolyte?

In one swift motion, he removed the bandage and the wound began to heal. His methods were more effective than Dainsleif's vulneraries, yet your eyes did not deter its focus on him.

You thought it was the forest calling you earlier, but maybe it was him.

"You… You know what happens in the future?"

Barbatos cheekily grinned. "Oho? Did you forget that I know every song, from past, present, and future? Your Grace– I have Chrono vision too. Spoilers: I'm actually your favorite archon!"

You smiled forcefully.

"I see…" You lacked the guts and energy to tell him that you can't recall anything other than what you'd experienced. There's no way for you to say he's wrong about his last claim. Barbatos was aware of this and took advantage of that fact.

His smile widened.

Gotta have a great head start, right?

Dainsleif had warned you about The Archons. His distaste for their traditions and sheeple minds are laced in his words as easy as breathing. Their beliefs are a destructive scourge for Khaenri'ah, and he urged that if you meet one, you have no choice but to flee.

And yet… Barbatos' eyes seemed to be sincere.

"Are you the one who helped me remember my real name?"

He tilted his head.

"... Can't say I know what you're talking about." He lied plainly.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

His eyes darted elsewhere. "Positive, Your Grace."

That response made you wearier.

Is he a skilled liar, or is he telling the truth? Then again, who else would help remind you of what your real name is other than the wind itself? If it wasn't him, then where did that noise come from?

Does that mean you named yourself?

You tried not to think about it anymore. He's not going to answer that question anyways.

"... Why are you calling me Your Grace?"

Barbatos shrugged sarcastically. "Beeecaaause you're The Creator, duh."

"I'm The Creator's impostor." You deadpanned.

"Nope. You're the real deal." Barbatos shrugged. "And no other creator will descend in this world. Surface and otherwise."

"But I’m not The Creator."

"Hmm?" Barbatos paused, propping his chin in the palm of his hand. 

"C-Clearly I'm a fake, right?" You said, fumbling over your defense, which was rather difficult when your conversation partner is an archon. "I didn't descend here like some divine God, Rhinedottir made me."

Is that what that foolish woman told you? 

Whatever. At least you forgot your contract with Morax because of her.

But this is the price?

Rhinedottir messed up when she stole your eyes– and made you believe you're anything less than perfection. She shouldn't have replaced your pupils with synthetic Khaenri'ahn ones.

Rhinedottir fucked up when she thought she could play God.

Barbatos forced a grin. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be wearing those stupid azure glasses.

"You're not a fake. You're more real than all of us combined. What you are isn't an imposter, Your Grace. You're an outsider."

You curled up.

"That doesn't sound friendlier than an impostor."

"Hmm… Well, I guess so! But have you never wondered why you bleed in the way you do?"

You paused.

That was one of many unanswered questions you've had since you started traveling with Dainsleif and Lumine, but it's hardly proof that bleeding red-black pixels make you The Creator. Besides, Dainsleif said your blood turning into red-black cubes was just the usual chemical process in Rhinedottir's frameworks… and you're too overwhelmed to follow his line of reasoning.

Barbatos sighed.

"If you don't believe me, then you really should travel around Teyvat. Without those two protective idiots, mind you. Get yourself lost in different cultures, learn different songs and proverbs– maybe then you'll be sure that you know the answer yourself."

You deadpanned. "Sounds like some blatant self-advertisement, God of Freedom."

"Ehe, you know it Your Grace~." Barbatos steadied his wings. 

"But alas, the wind has returned, and so too will chalk spurn. This spirit is off to greet the next primordial being, wouldn't want a product of Khemia to be seething."

That short poem sounded awful, and the bard was made aware of its poor quality when you visibly cringed. But barfing nonsensical flowery jargon was never the purpose of his poems. Later, you realized what he said.

"Wait, are you leaving already?"

Barbatos ruffled your hair.

"We'll meet again soon! Not soon-soon, but we'll get there eventually." Barbatos snickered. "But when we do, promise me that you'll choose me over the other six, okay?"

He winked.

You laughed humorlessly. "Sure, whatever you say."

"Good!" Barbatos giggled. "I swear I'm not like that old blockhead, but I'll consider this a verbal contract!"

The wind "acolyte" left as quick as it came.

In the end, you decided you won't tell Dainsleif about this encounter. 

—---------

"–That's not going to win them over. They don't see us as potential lovers because they trust us too much. If you give them that, they might just start calling you Dadsleif you know~." Lumine snickered.

While you were resting, Lumine and Dainsleif scouted Wolvendom for potential threats. Tons of wolves loitered, but they didn't pose any harm unless approached, and in addition to that, they seem to enjoy Lumine's company. Dainsleif, on the other hand, was a different story. While Lumine spoke with the Wolvendom's inhabitants, the knight stood back and wove the Abyss Mage's "remnants" into something more useful. A scarf.

It's still a work in progress, but Lumine could tell from the neat stitching that Dainsleif desperately wanted you to wear this scarf. He couldn't work with his gloves on, and she saw how swollen his fingers had become. He's been practicing for months, it seems. The old captain rarely wastes time on people with whom he doesn't see a future with, and you're always on his schedule lately.

He cut off the extra thread with his incisor, before wiping his lips.

It's nearly perfect. It's soft and comfortable– it'll surely prove his skills. He can't afford to disappoint yet again. Though, maybe if Lumine didn't senselessly pluck that mage's fur, the scarf would appear more refined.

Learning how to sew helped Dainsleif feign normalcy, in a way.

So much so that he almost forgot that he skinned this fur from his fellow countryman's corpse.

Hah...

Not that it mattered to him.

This person– this abyss mage hurt you.

It should be glad Dain found a purpose in their miserable life.

Dainsleif sat down, not because he was tired, but to have a better conversation. He appears composed, passionate even if you have a good eye for body language. But his starry eyes tell a different story.

There's hardly any sanity in his eyes whenever he thinks about you. No sane man would offer woven Khaenri'ahn hair as a scarf.

Dainsleif is aware of that. He knows that what he's doing is wrong– that he's risking your trust in his mental state once he gives you this scarf.

But if Lumine already crossed that border earlier, why shouldn't he as well?

... Dainsleif couldn't decide.

He believes he's saner than that, and yet...

There's no way you wouldn't appreciate this scarf, right?

"That's probably true, but I'm making this because Lord (Y/n) looked… cold." He didn't like how your hands always felt like ice. "Besides, we shouldn't be romantically attracted to My Lord in the first place."

Dainsleif looked rather upset as he muttered the last part.

He's fine with keeping his feelings to himself. If he couldn't have you, he made peace with being alone.

"Hmm? So you don't like (Y/n)?"

She already knows the answer to that. The two travelers were painfully aware of how Dainsleif had been struggling with how to deal with his "unnecessary" emotions. 

Both of them knew they are equally obsessed with you.

Dainsleif sucked air between his teeth.

"... None of that matters."

"Heh. So you just want to play as the martyr? Smart." Lumine smiled, feigning innocence. "Careful, Dain. I might just steal your precious Lord from your hands."

His azure eyes darkened. 

"I'll rip you to pieces." He declared in a husky whisper.

Dainsleif's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, suddenly realizing what he just said.

"Forgive me, Lumine– I did not mean it. It's a joke."

His claims were difficult to believe, considering how he's not the first person you'd think about when concerning jokes. Lumine's expression was unchanging, which meant reading her thoughts was out of the question. She paused long before she giggled suspiciously loud.

"Of course. The Creator's best knight wouldn't say something so selfish, after all."

He scoffed and went back to stitching.

They never settled that argument. Both travelers refused to let up on whether or not you're the real Creator. Lumine pressed that you're the real deal whereas Dainsleif turned deaf to her rebuttals. The air thickens whenever Lumine pushes Dain's buttons– and it's worse when it has something to do with you. Deep down, both of them knew that if this question was answered, you will be forced to choose a side.

And there's only one other person besides yourself who wished you were a normal human. It's Dainsleif.

He refused to accept that his life is nothing more than a video game. That's why he will never call you "Your Grace".

Selfish and heretical Dainsleif.

Lumine eyed him closely. Both you and Lumine could tell every emotion on his face after the first 100 years, whether he was sad, happy, or something more hidden and restricted. 

But she's different. She tends to be distant despite her extroverted friendliness. Lumine is skilled in getting along with others, but would withdraw the moment they've grown too attached and dependent. Perhaps that exact trait is what will turn her into the Abyss Princess. 

And the reason Dainsleif spent the next hundred years learning to be stoic.

"Dain."

He looked up with pursed lips.

"Should we become enemies one day…" Lumine cast her gaze at Wolvendom's colosseum as if awaiting Andrius's appearance instead of stalling for words.

It's a well-known secret that you're a "soft" person– your mental state often threads between a thin rope of either hysteric or unresponsive. The deadline to your friendship may be abundant but it doesn't change that it's numbered. Should Lumine leave your side one day, she only wishes what's best for you...

She laughed weakly.

"Would you still look after (Y/n) for me?"

He already failed you earlier. He doesn’t have the heart to make empty promises, but a little hope won’t do any harm.

Dainsleif smiled bitterly, holding your new scarf against his chest.

The scarf he stitched felt lighter.

As if the scarf never once carried an unnamed Khaenri'ahn's soul.

"Only if they allow it."

Lumine smiled.

But Dainsleif is a liar.

He won't do it for her— he'll do it for himself.

-------------

[??? YEARS LATER]

"Your Grace, can't you humor me just for today— where'd you get that scarf?"

"Hmm? Ah, this? Dai... Someone made it for me."

"It doesn't fit your attire."

You chuckled.

"Love, the point of my getup is that nothing should fit."

"Then what a waste of a perfectly good scarf! Shame, I bet I can pull it off better than you."

"I know. And I know what mind games you're trying to pull. You kept staring at it the moment we first met— that's why I got you this."

"... Your Grace, is that—"

"Your very own handmade scarf sewn by yours truly? Yes, my friend. Happy 21st birthday, Alberich."

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Taglist: @creation-magician, @mitsukashi, @pioreads, @ah-johnny

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Pretty Little Things- Dainsleif x Gn! Reader

Return to Station - GI File

Recovery date: October 21st, 2023

Description: Long after the fall of Khanrehi'a, Dain runs into you in Sumeru. All he can do is watch from a distance.

Notes: Now playing Pretty Little Things by The Crane Wives.

Word count: 566

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Dainsleif hates waking up. Not that his sleep was particularly pleasant. It was, after all, plagued by nightmares and the agony of his corruption. But waking up reminded him of two, unpleasant, truths. For one he —unfortunately— is still alive, and for another, he’s still alone. 

He tells himself it’s punishment. 

It’s his atonement. 

He doesn’t deserve company, least of all yours.

As he straightens his clothes, preparing to continue his journey, a flutter of silver catches his eye. Before he can stop himself, he’s tripping over his feet with a lack of elegance unbefitting the former Twilight Sword. He catches himself on the desk in front of the window, and angles himself awkwardly to watch the silver streak settle.

A cool breeze rushes into the room as he props the window open just in time to catch the tail end of sweet laughter. Your silver scarf, a gift from an old friend, sways behind you in the breeze as you talk with a young girl. 

Through the blood pounding in his ears, he can faintly hear you two talking.

“Collei, please, you don’t have to get me anything.”

“I insist! Amber says that kids in Mondstadt get their teachers presents all the time, so I want to get you something,” Collei pauses for a moment, mouth opening and closing as her face scrunches up. She takes a deep breath and then yells, “And I won’t take no for an answer!”

Her face flushes quickly as people around you turn to look. You just laugh and finally accept her offer.

“I can get you flowers if you don’t want something that’ll keep.”

Dain watches as your shoulders scrunch every so slightly, your breath undoubtedly getting caught in your throat. Even from behind, even as his memory grows hazy, he knows what you look like when you’re uncomfortable.

He’d been there through countless fits of illness; watched you curl up in a ball as your stomach decided to expel its contents. Late nights at fancy events where he’d swept you away from awkward social encounters. He still remembered how your brow furrowed, your nose scrunched, and breath hitched.

He still remembered why you hate flowers.

“How about we get some sweets, then Tighnari and I can share them.”

“Okay!”

You look happier, he thinks, when you finally turn around so that he can see your face. Your eyes meet as Collei rushes off down the street in front of the inn, and he half expects you to turn away immediately. But you don’t.

He takes a moment to let your image ingrain in his mind, and that’s when he realizes you’re doing the same. It only makes sense, after all, you must be experiencing the same erosion as him.

The gloves are new. The gloves, and the brooch on your scarf; a resin cast petal set on a gold backing. It replaces the center of an inteyvat, holding your scarf closed around your shoulders.

There is no wave before you run off after your student. There are no words as you return to your illusion of life, and it cuts through his heart.

It cuts through his heart, because he can still feel your touch and past love lingering against his skin. He knows it’ll take more than nice words to earn your trust back, and he can only hope that you don’t wilt away before then.

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[albaedough]

"You're Marvelous. ."

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 1.4k+

Characters: Dainsleif

Pairings: Dainsleif x VirginFem!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ 18+ ONLY ⚠️, virgin reader, self-conscious reader, body hair, penetration, tummy bulge, overstim, multiple orgasms, praising, princess play

Taglist: @stygianoir

Special thanks to @/scumharu for helping me with ideas/scenarios and bouncing them back and forth with me, ilyyy <3

Click below for more~

Dainsleif

The trek was long and arduous. With sweat trickling down your face and heaving breaths, you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing Dainsleif, who, much to your surprise, doesn't seem to have broken a sweat. Continuing your journey, the two of you weren't quite sure where you were going, but one thing was certain, you desperately wanted a bath. Breaking the silence first, Dainsleif stops you, "There's a clearing up ahead; let us rest there for the night. You must be tired," he says gently, guiding you to the clearing. Your eyes widen at your new surroundings; decorated in the middle is what appears to be a hot spring, the warm steam looking so inviting.

Taking in the joyous feeling, you rush forward, beginning to strip off your mud-caked clothing, almost completely forgetting about Dainsleif until you hear his throat clear, "D-don't look!" you shout towards him, throwing your clothing haphazardly to the ground below. Before getting in, the sense of dread consumes you, and you sigh. The prickling hair of your legs and your unkempt womanhood had you feeling self-conscious, "P-please don't look this way," you plead, and Dainsleif obeys, giving you the space you need to bathe in peace.

Finally submerging yourself, you relax, the warmth of the water completely opening up your pores as you scrub the dirt and debris away from your skin. Finally, feeling at ease and clean, you lift one of your legs, eyeing the hairs that adorned it, wishing that you didn't have so much hair. Sighing reluctantly, you turn your head to reach for your clothes but can't find them. Positioning your whole body, you glance up from the hot spring and notice your clothes and Dainsleif are nowhere in sight. Panicking, you call out nervously, "D-Dain? Where are you?!" you shout before hearing a rustling behind some bushes, and emerging, is Dainsleif, shirtless, and your jaw drops, "U-uhm. .where are my clothes?" you ask shyly, turning your face away from him.

"Ah, I took them to a nearby river to wash them. I figured you'd like to relax in there for a while, but if you're ready to get out, this will do for now," Dainsleif says, taking his cape and handing it to you. Grasping at it gingerly, you step cautiously out of the hot spring, ensuring you are fully covered. Still feeling self-conscious, you turn away from him, trying to fidget with the cape, but his wandering eyes catch your shy gaze. A feeling of hunger arose in Dansleif's gut as he began to study your physique, his soft sapphire eyes slowly following the natural shape of your body. As if he was caught in a daze, Dansleif's gaze stops at the curvature of your hips, blending all too nicely with the rest of your body, much to his liking. Finally, continuing his glance downwards, he feels his breath hitch as he reaches your ankles, and you feel the world spin.

Is he fond of the view, or is he uncomfortable around the presence of my unshaven body? The latter concern won in the monologue in your head, and immediately, you snap back to your senses, not caught under his intense watch any longer. Swiftly, you spin around, clutching the cloak until your knuckles begin turning white and begin, "Ah. . I-I'm!" your breath failing you between despondent words. Finally, with one steady breath, you muster up the courage, "I'm very sorry. I'm an adventurer, as you know, so I don't feel the need to shave, let alone even think about it. Please forgive my awful state. ." you say, turning your back to him, hiding from embarrassment.

Feeling a warmth emanating on your back, you're quick to realize Dainsleif had stepped closer to you, grazing his hands along your hips, causing you to shiver, "My sincerest apologies for staring. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he murmurs, feeling you tense up, he continues, "May I be honest with you?"

Waiting to hear those dreadful words, you tightly close your eyes, but much to your surprise, he blurts out, "You are enticing, body hair or not, you see. . .you've turned me on. The way my cloak is tightly wrapped around your body. . .is stunning, and I can't contain myself. Might you allow me to continue. .?" Dainsleif confesses while his impressive manhood probes at your derriere; behind the cloth of his pants, it hungers for more.

Cheeks growing warm and your eyes widening in surprise, the only thing you can muster as you instinctively press into him is, "I-I don't know much because I'm a virgin; so please be gentle," you say, allowing him permission to continue, his breath hitching as he grabs your hips to grind into you. Feeling more confident, you slowly remove his cape, letting it fall to the ground below. In response, Dainsleif trails his hands down your body, meticulously taking tender care of your breasts as you let out small moans of pleasure, embarrassed that such a slight touch could get you so wet.

Wriggling your hips further into his groin Dainsleif sucks in a breath, "If you keep doing things like that, I may not be able to control myself, Princess," he muses, pushing you up against a nearby tree, still gently twisting and flicking at your nipples as you brace yourself against the tree, "You're. .just delightful," Dainsleif confesses, and finally, with one hand, he trails down your abdomen and towards your excited folds, keeping one hand at your breast. Finding your clit with ease, he slowly rubs at it, paying no mind to the hair in place as you whimper under him, "I promise to make your first time just as appetizing as you. ." Dainsleif continues, kissing down your neck as you pitifully moan his name.

Already feeling yourself near the edge, you grind into the rhythm of his fingers, setting you off, "D-dain. .!" you call weakly as your folds gush around his fingers, "I th-think I came~," you breathe heavily, your body still convulsing under the pleasure as he removes his slick fingers out of your cunt and thumb away from your clit. Turning to face Dainsleif, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his lips greet yours.

Tongues battling, Dainsleif hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you cling to his shoulders, desperate for more. Your slick wet cunt stains his pants, and pulling away from the kiss, Dainsleif catches his breath, "Oh lovely Princess, I'm far from over; are you prepared?" he asks softly, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you nod at him timidly, glancing down at your messy cunt. Holding you up with one arm, Dainsleif releases his cock, having it slap at your womanhood eagerly as you gasp in surprise at his impressive length. Holding your breath, you brace yourself, closing your eyes tightly as Dainsleif takes your hips in his hands, positioning his dick right at your slick folds, "This might hurt, my love. .I'll be gentle," Dainsleif coos, kissing the top of your forehead as he pushes into your cunt slowly.

Feeling his girth in you, you moan out his name as you grit in pain, biting your bottom lip as he pulls out and then eases himself in again, "A-ah, Dain, i-it hurts. ." you cry pitifully as he reassures you with gentle kisses, easing in and out of you until you no longer feel pain, but pleasure. Hearing his groans of delight sends you towards Celestia, and becoming more confident, you nip into the crook of his neck, and Dainsleif growls, slamming his cock into you roughly, unable to contain himself any longer.

"You're taking me so well, Princess. ." Dainsleif murmurs between soft groans. Pushing you further into the tree's bark, you were sure you would be left with scratches, but paying no mind, he continued to ram into you. Looking down, you can't help but admire the way his cock slid in and out of you with ease. The way your tummy rose with each thrust of his dick got your head spinning.

Nearing your climax once again, you cling onto him, tears stinging your eyes as he rails into you, over and over, grazing your sweet spot each time. Not familiar with this feeling, your toes curl in delight, and your breath quickens, your heartbeat pounding rapidly, "I-I think I'm going to e-explode~ A-ahh~," you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around his cock as he throws his head back and groans from the tightness of your orgasm.

Dainsleif, thrusting harder and faster into you as you ride out your orgasm, "Yes, Baby. .cum for me, just like that, H-hngh. ." he groans, pulling out abruptly as his hot cum paints your cunt and tummy with sticky goodness, "Marvelous. ." Dainsleif coos as he kisses you softly and pulls away; he continues, "Shall we get you cleaned back up?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[kirozai]

Kirizaiiiiiii!

Please write something about Dain and the reader(cult au) when he finds them badly injured by the archons (unconscious) and protected by the abyss and he knows that they are the creator and takes care of them and the abyss twin comes because the mages informed them and they agree to protect the creator and then we wake up and from the onward do what you think is right and fluff pleases

Ps I jus finished the new archons cuests and I am crying and sort for not being active but I am going through some though time love you

💧anon

gosh i havent done one of your requests in forever </3 sorry love!!

don’t. -fic

CW: hurt/comfort, sagau, villian au, religious themes, yandere themes - aether is the abyss twin, why? because.

synopsis: dainslief finds you hurt by the archons, he and aether helps you get back up to shape.

type of reader: gn!reader, god!reader, villainau!reader

how long has been? 3? 4 hours? you’ve been unconscious on the ground barely alive after running from the archons. you’d thank god right now but that would be a little ironic.

you finally got to see the world you cared for and you were thrown out, called an imposter. you had no friends. of course.. until he came along.

dainslief and the abyss would know who you are in less than a second.

gladly he got to you first.

dainslief hated the idea of the abyss getting to you first. what would they do to you? but. he had no choice. he couldn’t protect you on your own. he had to find somebody. for your own good.

the soft breezes of teyvat cooled your bruises, dainslief carrying you bridal style almost as if to console you that everything would be okay.

it was going well. he would take you to a safe place, and then he would go from there.

until the two mages came across you two.

*whisper* “is that the creator?” “i think so!”

quiet enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear it unless you really listened in, the two mages went back to the prince.

what a surprise to wake up to two of the most important characters right?

“your grace.”

the soft dandelion eyes lay on you like a hawk, but it’s comforting. a strange aura emits from aether, its neither comfortable or uncomfortable.

for the first time you feel something other then pain.

an embrace, filled with happiness and admiration. he is grateful you are alright.

“now that their grace is awake, we should talk about what is our next move.”

“in a minute. i can’t believe those archons could ever do this to the creator.”

confusion is it? don’t worry! you have two very handsome men to explain everything to you! /hj

after a thorough explanation things start to finally piece together. why everyone was calling you “your grace” and why everyone was trying to kill you.

after a little bit over a half an hour aether finally lets go.

dainslief goes sits beside you. arm around you. the silence is eerie until broken by him.

“don’t you think we ought to pay these archons a visit, aether?”

i hope tumblr doesn’t forget about me…. i swear im here

kirozai out!

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hazel! This is my first ask for one of your events 🥺❤️ Can I have a reading of Temperance, Magician, and Emperor (reverse) with Dainsleif? Thank you, I’m looking forward what you’ll make from this reading

The Magician (transformation), Temperance (confidence), The Star (destiny), The Emperor (rev) (misunderstandings) :: dainslief x Khaenri'ah !gn reader | destined fate

warnings: Khaenri'ah spoilers, dain holds knife to readers throat (misunderstandings), higher wordcount (1.5k) | terms: breastplate (chest piece), gardbrace (shoulder armor) 

The hallways echoed with every footfall. Your armor clattering, ringing, alerting any who might be just around the corner. Annoyed, you shifted under its weight before catching a glimpse of someone familiar leaving one of the barred rooms you weren’t authorized to enter. Your breastplate rattled as you pressed yourself to the wall, hands curling around the hallway corner, eyes piercing to ensure the figure was who you thought it was. 

Dainsleif turned slowly, head bowing to the occupants inside the room. He waited for so long. Head tilted forward, spine bending to show proper respect. Whoever he was conversing with must have been high ranking for a display like this. Eventually, he lifted himself, stared at the presumably closed door, and made his way further down the hallway. 

He turned the corner but before you could take a step after him, the air behind you vibrated and a voice caused you to jump. 

“Spying again I see.” 

Twisting as fast as you could, you straightened out to meet the extraordinarily tall man who you were just creeping on. His face as radiant as ever, lush, blue eyes piercing as you stumbled into a stable position. “N-No, I just --” you pointed toward the hallway behind you but didn’t know how to finish. It didn’t matter much since the smile rising on his lips told you he didn’t really care. “Ugh, Dain, If you keep messing with me I’m going to have a heart attack.” 

“If you aren’t vigilant about where your eyes and ears lie, there won’t be any use for them when needed.” 

Dainsleif turned around as silent as the shadows that stretched across the floor and you followed him with every rattle and clank possible in your bulky, uncomfortable suit of armor. “That’s an eerie threat.” 

“Truths often are,” Dainsleif glanced at you but you tried not to notice. “That looks terrible on you.” 

“HEY!” 

He laughed, the back of his hand moving to cover his lips but, in an instant, he was back to his normal self as a noble turned to head down the hall the both of you occupied. Like the well trained knight of the guard he was, he closed his eyes, stepped aside and bowed at their passing. You did too of course, just not as gracefully. 

When they were beyond earshot, he positioned himself near your side but slightly ahead so he could fuss with a bit of your armor you didn’t even know was there. “This won’t do. A proper knight must have attire that fits lest they be defeated too soon.” 

“I know, but this was all they had.” 

“I’ll see about that,” he hummed, fingers sliding under the loose gardbrace. The action made you chuckle involuntary which you wished you’d brought your helmet to hide behind. “Let us be off then. Wouldn’t want to be late.” 

You watched him move down the hall with ease, his elegance pulling you in. After a moments distraction, you followed as quickly at you could. 

It had been hundreds of years since the fall of Khaenri'ah. A lost civilization no one remembered or, if they did, dared to recall. A taboo of a city resting on in the ashes of divine intervention; you knew the risks of brining it up but still you sought for answers, dug for information, and fought back against those who wished to silence you. 

There were mornings you’d wake up in a fright as you painfully relieved the destruction. The screams, the fear, the confusion and the pitiful efforts your fellow knights put up against the power of the Archons. It was horrible and no matter how hard you tried to forget in once the morning came, the scent of the atrocity lingered in your memory. 

Most people loved the Archons but you hated them, and for good reason. They took everything from you and for what, all because your people didn’t worship them. What spiteful beings they turned out to be. 

Now, you found yourself just outside of the city of freedom, a bitter taste rising in your mouth. You held it in because just beyond the gates you’d finally get a taste of the revenge you desperately needed. 

--

It took you no time at all to pick the brains of the citizens. They seemed more than willing to offer you information about their Archon but, as you listened, you started to hear other rumors. Rumors of a dark figure who kept the city safe - how childish, you thought - whispers of strange happenings, stories of great dragons threatening their livelihood, but one stood out as the most intriguing. 

“There’s been this strange sort around lately,” one of the citizens shared with you, brows furrowing over their drink. “He’sa’ quiet fella, often sits by -imself but that’s not the strangest bit about him. He’s been asking the same typn questions as you -- odd bunch that is.” 

Confused, you pressured the man further just to see if there was anything else he might be able to share with you. It was a chore to pull clear answers from the growing drunk but when he stumbled out the name of the stranger you felt the food in your stomach turn. 

--Dainsleif--

--

That night you stalked the tavern the gentleman mentioned. Waiting had become a common thing for you, a pastime you were rather comfortable with. Right now though you felt like bugs were crawling under your skin. The sensation was irritating but you blocked it out as best you could.

It wasn’t possible that Dainsleif survived. No way you’d ever see him walking without a worry into an establishment like this but, if there was even a small chance ... 

Just then, the doors opened. You held your breath as a man stepped through the threshold. Blond hair, dark black and rich royal blue garbs decorating him. A strange eye patch covering half his face but when he turned toward the tables you knew. There was no mistaking the color of those eyes: Dainsleif was alive. 

Your throat dried up at the sight of him. Your heart felt like it would explode, your stomach twisted and writhed. It was hard enough to take in a real breath let alone stop the urge to vomit. This couldn’t be true, it wasn’t possible. Dain was alive. He was alive. 

Suddenly, as if he could feel your gaze, he turned to you. It was like being hit with an arrow because as soon as his eyes locked onto yours, the chair you were sitting in toppled to the ground as you ran for the back door. 

“How stupid!” you berated yourself when the cool air of the night hit you. “Way to be inconspicuous.” 

With haste, you made your way down the steps and toward the docks in a desperate attempt to get away but, just as you passed through the archway, the air around you crackled and a cold, dangerous blade touched your throat. 

“Who are you?” their voice rattled your bones, sent a chill down your spine. It was unlike anything you’d ever heard before but, then again, you’d never heard the sound of a ghost in your life. 

“N-No one.” 

“Do not lie to me.” 

There was no way he’d remember you. Out of all the soldiers he helped train, all the knights he oversaw, you were just one of thousands. Even if you did tell the truth he would hardly have a reason to believe you. Still, you knew Dainsleif, you knew how he felt about lies. So, you told him the truth. “I’m-I’m from Khaenri'ah.” 

“This falsehood will cost you your life.” 

“Truths often do,” you whispered, the words falling from your mouth before you realized their significance. It was painful to have the man you trusted holding a knife against you, torturous to have him forget you and the time you spent together. Even if you considered him a friend, or, in your wildest dreams more, he had moved on. Did the Archons take that from him too?

The knife slipped away from your neck but you didn’t move, not until he spoke and called out a name no one had said in five hundred years; your name.  

You turned slowly, eyes stinging and heart pounding. When your gaze fell on him you saw hints of the old Dain hiding behind the mask. Time had not stolen the beauty of him but it had made his gaze distant and face weary. You could tell he’d seen far more than you. Of course, that was to be expected from someone of his skill. 

Pained by what you saw, you wondered just how much pressure weighed on his shoulders. Did he carry the burden of Kahaenri’ha himself?

“Just what have you been through, Bough Keeper?” you whispered, hand moving on it’s own to touch his covered cheek. 

He was stunned, confused, shocked, but so were you and as soon as your fingers touched his skin the knife in his hand fell to the dewy grass at your feet. His vacant eyes filled with memories as he gazed at a face he didn’t expect to see ever again.

--

You swore destiny cursed you to live a life of immortality but, as you stood gazing up at the man who once meant the world to you, you wondered if the fates had brought you a blessing instead.

Fate Made Event (May8-31) | Anthology

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[lady-ragnvindr]

pegging dainsleif pegging dainsleif i really wanna make the big yall man beg. (Ignore if uncomfortable) -the very crazy 🍚 anon

YES I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

Keep Quiet

Prompt: "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

V-Day event by @hOly-town

Sub!Dainslief x Fem!Reader

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️: FINGERING THE DILF FUCKERS oh and we fuck dain while he is drunk 🥴

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"AuGhh!!" Dain moaned, his legs trembling under him as you thrusted in while pushing his head against the wall. Your hand holding his slim waist, marking his skin with the dangerous grip you had on him.

Finding the handsome man you would call your lover drinking in the dreaded bar that you happen to despised for it had his favorite liquor was annoying. Worst part is that he just so happens to run there whenever he thinks- thinks about drinking or getting a break.

Now you didn't mind him drinking- no, no- infact you would go and drink with him.

The thing is that when he drinks too much- he turns into a whimpering mess.

He had leaned in and with his deep seductive voice he said your name in a teasing moan as he had grabbed one of your hands and put it on his crotch. And what you felt had you choking on your wine because holy shit- this man was already hard.

A flustered mess actually and what that means is that his very touchy. He had touched, putting his hand between yours thigh while leaning in with a furious blush on his porcelain like skin while he whispered how much he wanted to get fucked.

You looked at him as he smirked at you- his blush turning redder as he then moved your hand further down were his hole was.

While he did that- he leaned towards you and he whispered.

"Fuck me (Y/N)~"

And you weren't one to decline that request.

So that takes us to now. After having to push Dain inside a room that was right besides the lousy crowd of the tavern you had slipped in your fingers over his clothed hole, successfully ripping the material and shoving your fingers inside his gaping hole.

Dain yelped, head falling on the door as he leaned against it while pushing his hips back at your hand. You had pinned tour body on his behind, your free hand wrapping around his perfect waist and pulling him back. Your lips kissed his neck- leaving marks all over the skin that his suit would let you show. While you other hand had added another one inside his hole thrusting in and out- slamming against the gummy walls of his insides.

All Dain could do was moan against the door, his eyes tearing up at the pain and pleasure that came with the slamming of your fingers. As much as you loved hearing his deep voice being high pitch with every thrust of your fingers- you were still in the damn bar. And you didn't want to be find out. So with force, you had thrusted in your fingers from his waist yo his mouth. He gagged as he side-eyed you, fresh tears falling down his cheek.

"Try to stay quiet, understand?"

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #dom!reader #dainslief #dainslief x reader #🍚-anon

[kachuuyaa]

Hi hi hi I am back with some new fucking incorrect quotes before school drags me to me inevitable downfall

Also I think it would be really funny if we go by the original au of Dazai and Chuuya falling to Genshin with BSD! Reader following right after, but with Fyodor. He just kinda, is there but makes everything worse regardless. Rat man..

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Dazai: it's kinda gay to work at the port mafia

Chuuya, eye twitching: I'm gay

BSD! Reader, regardless of gender, fruity:

Fyodor: yeah it's because you work at the port mafia

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Fyodor: about wine: grapes are easy to aquire and easy to eat.

Reader, wine connoisseur: if you say anything more on this topic I'm going to murder you.

Diluc, wine maker, who has to deal with more wine menaces other than Kaeya: do it

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Reader: I'm going to bed

Chuuya: ??? Okay, but it's morning.

Reader: it sure is

Chuuya: a new day JUST started

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Fyodor: you're looking cute today

Dazai, whipping out a gun: you better say no homo I the next 3 seconds or I'm making this everyone's problem

Dazai: 1

Fyodor:

Dazai: 2

Fyodor:

Dazai:

Fyodor:

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Sara: and here's your sticky honey roast!

Fyodor: it's dry.

Reader: [spits on it, steps on it, throws it out the window] how about now

Reader: you bitch

Fyodor: I hate life.

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Dazai: I can't open this jar!

Kaeya: yeah, that's because its--

Reader: [opens it like a jar]

Kaeya: -A can. What the fuck?

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Dazai: I have an idea.

Reader:

Dazai: I said I have an idea

Reader: I'm ignoring you.

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Reader: so if you paint your finger tips with clear nail polish, you won't leave fingertips.

Childe: shoot that's actually really helpful information. Thanks!!

Jean, Kaeya, Amber, and Eula, who are the genshin equivalent of the authorities: ...Helpful for what exactly?

Fyodor: murder?? It's kind of a given here.

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Reader: where are you?

Any of the BSD boys: at the church.

Reader: ...you good?

Them: no.

Reader:

Them:

Reader:

Them:

Reader: So are you gonna elaborate?

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Reader, fucking with Dainsleif: my biological parent told me when I was born had reptile skin.

Dainsleif: what

Reader: I had very dry skin

Dain: No you did not

Reader: yes I did

Dain: childbirth is not a dry experience.

Fyodor: how do you know that? Have you given birth

Diluc, who overheard everything: this conversation is over.

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Albedo: okay this says "shake well before feeding"

Fyodor: [picks up the baby to shake them]

Albedo: Mr. Dostoevsky. Who's child is that

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Fyodor, trying to get information: so what do you do if someone makes an allegation against you

Dazai: see you later alligator

Childe: I fight them

Reader: murder

Kaeya: blackmail

Fyodor: thank you gentlepeople I have finished my report.

--

Fyodor: I'm eating raw apple juice

Lisa: raw?

Reader: [nodding] raw.

Lisa: as in straight out the apple?

Fyodor: yes.

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Kaeya: so how are you feeling?

Reader, chronic liar: pretty good.

Kaeya, another chronic liar: no need to lie to me.

Reader:

Kaeya:

Reader:

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Reader: man it's like my bones are broken

Dainsleif: where you're going, you don't need bones.

Traveller:What??? Where are we going??

Dainsleif, Kaeya, and Albedo, the Khaenri'ahn boys: Khaenri'ah

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Fyodor, after 1 drink, not because he's drunk, but because he's just like that: did you know. The mouth of a jellyfish is also its anus. I just though that was interesting.

Reader: looking at Diluc and his claymore: i want this man gone

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Reader: when you die I will play Jenga with your bones.

Fyodor: you want to play with my chalky bones?

Dazai, to Chuuya and the other GI characters: I told you they were getting along

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Dazai: I had a dream where Y/N was about to kill me because they went insane and did some very morally questionable things, but you saved me

Chuuya, with Fyodor slung over his shoulder, hauling Dazai's bony ass up: Dazai that was not a dream. Now get up we have to run. They're coming.

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Reader, talking to any vision wielder about ruin guards: fuck a vision I'll just kill them (with my bare hands)

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(Take 1)

Chuuya: so this is how you make faggottini, a cheese filled type of pasta--

Reader: Italians, count your fucking days

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(Take 2)

Fyodor and Childe: [exist]

Reader: Russians, count your fucking days.

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Klee: would you fight me?

Reader: how old are you?

Klee: 10

Reader: yea

Reader: whip you upside down, spin you around like a ceiling fan, yes baby girl is will.

Klee, gasping: how old are you?!

Reader: 20ish

Klee: we're like freaking 10 years apart!

Reader: I'm glad you know how to do math

Klee: my mom is 31, try me

Reader: I shoot, I hope she can shoot back

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Klee, sniffing Fyodor:

Fyodor:

Klee: you kinda smell

Fyodor: what the f-

Klee: like a baka

Fyodor:

Klee: eren yaeger

Reader, wheezing in the background:

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I have to give credits to @/ratdoodoo666 on Twitter for a lot of these gold quotes but I just thought it was too fucking funny to pass up

Also I hope I did justice (hopefully) making this longer jdhdhdbd (although some of these might classify under offensive humor depending on how you see it?? Sorry in advance if they make you uncomfortable)

🐗 anon

HIIII 🐗 ANON I LIVE FOR THESEEE THNAK YOU FYODOR IS HERE 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ my meow meow mass murderer

i read through all of these n i loved the jenga one a lot

alllsooo dw u did not make me uncomfy in anyway hehe I loved rhese a lot u dont need to be concerned :)

#📩 #🐗 #thank u 🐗 anon :D

[elles-writing]

Love Potion - Kili x fem!reader  - Day 1/13

Love potion

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers: Kili’s puppy eyes, mentions of Fili’s and Kili’s cooking/baking

Genre: fluff

Word: Potion - Day 1/13

Word count: 2066

A/N: First piece to 13 days of spooky writing event by @dumbassunderthemountain !! I lately felt unconfident about my writing, so I’ve decided to put on some up-beat music, different attitude and some schedule and this event came really handy! I hope this will make you feel cozy like it made me while I was writing it!

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Celebrating Durin’s Day was always an event. Not just an event – through every celebration in Erebor was a huge thing so far – but it was the event of the year. The dwarves spended months of preparations just for this celebration, but they didn’t seemed to be too bothered by it. No. They were excited. Excited to celebrate, especially when The Lonely Mountain was reclaimed back and the Durin’s line survived the battle of five armies.

Thorin was a great king, there was no doubt about it. It was a two years of time since Erebor was reclaimed back, and even if nobody from the Company didn’t insisted you to stay, you deep down knew they did it just so you wouldn’t feel pressured and were ovejoyed when you said you’ll stay with them. Why would you say no, anyways? They became a close family to you through the quest.

After the battle, when a part of dwarves arrived, Fili and Kili got a stunning idea – that you’d meet their mother, Dis. You’ve heard about her from stories they told you and you were nervous that she won’t like you, but oh boy, you were proved wrong! You two became a good friends, you were even something like a daughter to her.

Especially when Fili or Kili (or both of them) would prank you, she was unstoppable. In those moments you realized that they didn’t lied when talked that she made sure they’d apologize. Properly.

It was a two days until Durin’s Day and you were in the kitchens. It was late afternoon and the cooks got their work quickly done, thanks to some cooks from Dale, who helped them out. Now, you were making an apple pie, chatting with Dis and wondering when will Fili and Kili show up. They didn’t got too many duties today, thanks to Thorin, who was busy by some last details about the celebration, so they were free by noon.

Soft golden light was creeping inside, and if you would look out from the windows, you’d see trees with leaves coloured in many different shades from yellow, orange and red, to brown. The whole Erebor now smelled like old leaves, warm spices, tea, apples and pears, in addition to usual smell that has been there. It created nice mix and it made you to feel warm and safe.

You huffed and placed your flour-covered hands on your hips, frowning down on the pie. Dis noticed your intense stare and followed your gaze.

„It looks very nice, dear. Don’t feel discouraged, I’m sure it will be much better than last year.“ You both giggled.

Last year was Bombur and Bilbo teaching you and the Durin’s brothers to bake pies and pasteries with apples, because there was a lot of them. Also as a punishment, when they wanted to prank Bofur and didn’t counted on Thorin and Dain walking right into it, instead of Bofur. You didn’t did it with them, of course, you just wanted to learn how to bake.

Long story short, it was the last time everyone have seen Kili and Fili to cook, as far as you knew. To bake, too. Because as much as they could fight and throw pranks, that much they couldn’t cook, and accidently, their and your pie ended up as a pile of ashes.

But now, neither of them were here.

And despite that cooking lesson, you were getting worried.

You looked at your pie again and sighed.

„Alright, I’ll let it be like this. Let’s hope it won’t end up burned.“ You both chuckled again.

Once the pie was baking, you sat down to Dis and started sipping on your cold tea. But it didn’t took too long, when you’ve heard familiar pair of steps and voices in quiet argument.

When they entered the kitchen, you’ve took a look who it was. Fili and Thorin, Thorin nodding at his sister and you and then walking away. Fili just sighed and sat down to you.

„Bilbo haven’t arrived yet and it’s making Thorin worried,“ Fili said and you nodded. You knew that Bilbo had a special place in everybody’s, especially Thorin’s heart. They usually wrote letters to each other. Bilbo has always made it in time to be there for Durin’s Day, and you didn’t doubted the halfling was alright. This year was more rainy than the year before and you truly believed he just needed more stops and wait until the rain didn’t stopped, so he could continue his path here.

You reached out and patted his shoulder.

„I believe that Bilbo is okay. He will come, I’m sure of it.“ You smiled at him and he nodded.

„You’re perhaps right, Y/N. Wait,“ He frowned and looked at you properly, from head to toe. Then, his face brightened.

„You were baking?“ You scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile.

„Yes, I did. I’ve got a sweet tooth for something before the celebration.“ You’ve seen Fili’s eyes to sparkle in mischieve. But it wasn’t Fili who spoke up.

„Really? I believe you’re already sweeter than honey, sweetheart. Do I smell a pie?“ You turned to him and noticed his sparkling eyes. He winked at you and your cheeks reddened like autumn apples.

„And I believe I’m smelling and seeing a mud.“ Dis said, looking at her son. It was actually true – Kili’s hair was a mess, there were leaves of many different colours and twiggs in it, his clothes were wrinkled and he had dirt and mud on his clothes and in his hair, too. It was a miracle his face was almost clean.

„What you were doing, Kee?“ You asked him. He usually wasn’t this dirty. He grinned.

„I was showing some children from Dale around the fruit garden.“ Dis raised an eyebrow.

„Okay, I was playing with them here, too. But it was fun!“ You and Fili were chuckling. You knew that Kili would do it anyways – it was usually you three who would be jumping to piles of leaves, climbing up the trees and having a fight with mud, but today you spended in library and here in the kitchens.

Dis shot Kili a look and he sighed and rose his hands in defeat.

„What? It was fun! And besides,“ he grinned,

„nobody was injured.“ You all knew this counted. Before anyone could get Dis‘ reaction, a servant came in and said that Thorin sended for her. You thought that maybe Bilbo arrived.

When Dis left, you got up to check on the pie. Kili started picking leaves from his hair. Fili was looking from you to his brother, seeing how painfully obvious it was by the glances you threw each other when the other wasn’t looking, since the beginning of the quest, that you‘ve fancied each other.

For the last two years, Kili was flirting with you more and calling you only by nice and sweet nicknames, but you knew Kili was flirty like this, so it wasn’t anything too unusual. He looked like a flustrated puppy with pouting face, whenever you shook it off and wasn’t looking.

„It’s done,“ You said and took the pie out.

„It’s great you can bake,“ Fili said, looking down at the pie.

„It’s not that hard. You just need to follow the instructions.“ You three chuckled, knowing damn well that Fili and Kili and instructions or rules weren’t really too friendly.

„I’m hungry, can I take a bite, sweetie?“ Kili’s pleading chocolate eyes were set on you, looking like a puppy. Your heart melted, but you knew the pie was too hot to be eaten.

You placed your hands on your hips, looking at the brothers, mischievous smile spreading on your face.

„I’ll give you a piece, but you will have to wash yourself first.“ Kili pouted and bitten his lip slightly.

„It’s not fair that Fili will get the first one.“ You smirked.

„Who said Fili’s gonna get the first piece?“

„Hey!“ You all chuckled.

„I mean it, go wash yourself, Kee. Besides, it’s still too hot, it needs to cool down.“ Kili’s puppy eyes looked deep into your e/c  eyes again, only to realize you truly meant it. So when he stood between the doors, he winked at you.

„It’s not hot in comparison with you, my dear.“ And he left. Your yaw fell down and he let your cheeks flushed. Fili have seen the whole scene and smirked.

„It almost looks like he drank some love potion back in Bag-End and so did you, doesn’t it?“ You looked down to your feet, smiling to yourself.

„I think the red wine did it.“

„Aye, of course lass.“

When Kili came back with wet hair and clean clothes, you chuckled and pointed to his piece of pie.

„There you go,“ You said with a smirk to cover your nervousness. Fili almost rolled his eyes. Into a different dimension.

„Just say it already!“ He said, flustrated. You looked at Kili, who paled a bit, but then his face flushed.

„Oh yeah, I, uhm like you a lot, sweetheart.“ He looked like a flustrated puppy, and soft giggle escaped to your mouth. His own lips spreaded into cheeky smirk, like he usually worn.

„I-will you to court me?“ He looked at you with wide, nervous eyes. You held your breath and could not believe his words. He was asking you if you wanted to court him.

When you realized he was waiting for your response, you quickly nodded.

„Y-yes, o-of course I want to court you, Kili.“ You smiled and his eyes lighted up.

„Mahal, she said yes! Fili, did you heard that?! She said yes!“ And in a second, he was kissing your whole face. You were giggling when his hair touched your face.

„Kili, it tickles,“

„Fili, Kili, what’s all this about-“ Thorin came in. You three turned to him, seeing there was also Bilbo and rest of the Company, plus Dis. Bilbo seemed uncomfortable for a second, but then he smiled, as well as most of the Company. Dis‘ smile was the proudest, but it was hard to say. They were all happy and proud that you two stopped dancing around each other

„U-uncle,“ Kili looked at him.

„Well, I would like to announce, that me and Y/N are courting.“ He looked at you and you nodded. Dis placed her hands on her hips.

„When did you planned on telling us, you two?“ You looked at Fili and Kili.

„Well, it’s been just a while since we’re courting.“ Dis peeked to her second son, and Fili only grinned.

„Aye, but what does it matter? They’re the most perfect couple in the whole Middle-Earth!“ The rest of the dwarves cheered and Thorin’s face had warm smile, that one you’ve been seeing for past two years much more, since Erebor was reclaimed.

You noticed a tall figure and when you’ve seen a long grey robe, you were sure who it was.

„Gandalf! You arrived, too!“ He smiled at you and Kili.

„Indeed, I arrived with Bilbo. And as I can see, it was in time.“ you smiled.

„Oh yes, indeed.“ You looked at Kili. Then you rembered.

„Actually, I baked an apple pie today, can I offer you a piece?“  You offered to him and he nodded.

„It’s nice from you, miss Y/N.“

„Wait, you baked a pie, lass?“ Bofur came to take a look.

„It’s not a pile of ashes?“ Dwalin said and shot a look to Kili and Fili. You laughed.

„No, now sit down, or I’m not going to give you anything! I mean all of you!“

You didn’t noticed Bilbo was making a tea. You realized that when he handed you a cup and whispered.

„It’s called Love Potion, but it’s actually a mix of warm spices and some sweet fruits. I also know about that wine you and Kili tasted in Bag-End,“ He gave you a bit mischievous smile and shook your head.

„I believe that Fili told you, if I’m not mistaken?“

„Well, yes. He also told me to bring this mix for you as a gift for your birthday, when I was there only last year.“ he said. You smiled and looked over at Kili.

„You sure it was just a wine, Bilbo?“ He raised a brow.

„What else would it be? I’m not a wizard.“

„But surely you know one.“ He smiled.

„Fair enough.“

#13daysofspookywritingevent #kili x reader #kili x you #kili #kili imagine #love potion #imagine #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #autumn #kili durin #fili durin #durin's day #fili #thorin #dis #kili durin imagine #bilbo #bilbo baggins

[ladylouoflothlorien]

Hello! May I please request a Spirit! Thorin x Female! Human! Reader where Erebor is in the process of being rebuilt after the events of BOTFA. R, who is helping overlook the construction, often goes to Thorin's tomb at the end of the day and often just talks and falls asleep there. Thorin has always been present, and R discovers this when Thorin figures out a way to speak to R. Maybe a bit of fluff/comedy to help the bittersweet angst, if you can. Thank you so much! Sry if it is too specific!

I’m so sorry this took so long to get up!! But here it is!! It’s probably a little angstier than you were hoping for as I couldn’t really find a way to insert any comedy in it, but still I hope you like it anon :)

Lay Your Ghosts to Rest

word count: 2684

“Honestly I thought they wouldn’t actually let me come down here.”

It was the first thing Thoin heard when he woke up. A woman’s voice, too high to belong to any of his kin, but not irritating enough to belong to an elf. A human woman, then. Thorin sat up. When he saw his hands and - horrified - looked through them, everything came flooding back. Ravenhill, his nephews, Azog, himself…

“I thought dwarves were supposed to be secretive. Then again, I suppose you were a public figure. Still, the grave of a King…”

Thorin looked at the woman finally as her voice trailed off and saw she was kneeling beside a solid stone coffin that, after a moment, he realised was his own. The sick feeling in his gut was not at all alleviated by the two similar coffins on either side of him. As exalted as he knew the company would now be, the only two members who would ever be buried beside him would be his sister-sons.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

The woman laughed quietly, presumably at herself, and then slouched. Her whole body seemed to deflate. When she spoke again her voice was much quieter, and Thorin had to strain his ears to make out the words.

“This is stupid, I’m talking to a corpse.”

Well, it was the truth, but that didn’t make it any less difficult to hear. The woman pulled herself up off the floor and seemed to collect herself.

“Well, I hope you’re resting in peace.”

He wasn’t.

With that, the woman appeared to be done. She turned and left the room without a second thought, completely oblivious to the ghost of the King she left behind.

-

Thorin could not leave the burial chamber. He could walk right through the stone of his own coffin, but he could not walk through the carved stone archway despite the fact that the only thing in his way was air. So far his afterlife had been long periods of boredom interspersed with brief periods of intense guilt and self-loathing.

A week had passed since the woman had first appeared, and he had not seen her since, but he’d had other visitors. Balin and Dwalin had visited together, and whilst the older of the two brothers had barely stepped foot into the room, Dwalin had made it a little further before all but falling to his knees as his strength left him and his whole body was wracked with sobs. Thorin had done his best to comfort his bâheluh, but just as the woman before them neither Dwalin or his older brother had even known he was there.

Bilbo had come too, a visit that was particularly difficult for Thorin, as he knew that where the others might visit him from time to time he would likely never see his little friend again. Mahal knew he had a lot to make up for where the Hobbit was concerned, and now he’d never get the chance. The burglar had tearfully promised - though no doubt didn’t truly believe Thorin could hear - to plant the acorn in his garden, that it would have pride of place, and when it grew into a tree he would name it Oakenshield after him. Apparently Hobbits were in the habit of giving names to the more established and important plants in their gardens.

Perhaps the strangest visit of all was the elf who came and cried over Kili’s coffin for the better part of an hour, closely watched by none other than Thranduil himself who hovered at the entrance of the room. Thorin had been able to make out bits and pieces of their conversation, though it had been in Sindarin - he’d been forced to take lessons before the fall of Erebor - and it had been something of a surprise to him to learn that Elves, though immortal, could die of heartbreak. It seemed that this elf would soon be leaving the shores of Middle Earth to escape that same fate.

-

The woman came to see him again, eventually. He watched her enter. She seemed unsure of herself, as someone who had been given access to an area normally off limits and still felt like they shouldn’t be there. Thorin was left to wonder how many people had free access to his grave, and how many had to ask permission every time they wished to enter.

She came and settled beside his coffin in the same position she’d been in when Thorin had first awoken.

“I... uh... I’m back.”

Well that was one way of starting what would be a very one-sided conversation, though clearly she was more trying to psych herself up to actually talk out loud rather than keeping her thoughts hidden inside her head.

“You know, it seems unfair. You risked everything to get Erebor back for your people, and now you don’t even get to see it being restored.”

The pause that followed stretched out far longer than was comfortable, but she seemed lost in her thoughts all of a sudden. Thorin found himself genuinely curious as to what she had to say, and he wished he had some way of prompting her back to reality. As it was, he simply had to wait. Patience was never a trait he’d been known for.

“I don’t really know why I feel the need to do this but… I want to come and tell you about how the reconstruction is going.”

She paused and rested a delicate hand on the edge of Thorin’s coffin, seemingly drawing strength from the cold stone. Still, Thorin’s attention was caught. He couldn’t think of a reason why a human woman would be so involved in Erebor’s reconstruction that she would feel the need to seek out the kingdom’s dead monarch and tell his corpse how it was going. Then again, he wouldn’t have turned his nose up at information, even if he could communicate with her in some way.

“I’m helping to organise it, the reconstruction I mean… It’s a big job, and there aren’t enough dwarv- dwarrow here to do both the building and the organisational work. There are some humans who are helping with the menial labour, but for the most part, anyone actually doing the task of building is a ‘child of mahal’, as you say…”

That was highly unexpected. Thorin hadn’t thought his cousin Dain capable of letting anyone but a dwarf within a mile of the lonely mountain, and here he was allowing humans to aid in its reconstruction? He strongly suspected that Balin had been an influence on that decision, pragmatic as he was.

-

She came back often, multiple times a week after her tasks for the day were done, and there were some days where she would fall asleep beside his coffin in what looked to be the most uncomfortable of positions. It made Thorin wish - as had almost become a habit - that he could have some kind of physical impact on the world around him, if only to spare her neck. He supposed that, as a ghost, incorporealism came with the territory.

Less and less people visited him. He didn’t blame them, not really. He could see the pain and guilt in his friends eyes every time they came to look upon the stone coffin. Visiting his last place of ‘rest’ naturally opened up wounds his friends were trying to heal from. Besides, it wasn’t as if they expected him to actually know they were visiting. What it did mean was that he clung to the woman’s visits more than ever, and rather surprisingly she had actually kept up visiting rather regularly even when all his other visitors slowly slipped away from him.

Again she was at his side, and he had settled on top of his coffin - how exactly he could sit on top of the blasted thing and yet also pass through it when he chose to completely eluded him, but he chose not to think on it too hard. The dead King had grown very fond of her. She was his only link to the world outside the stone walls of his burial chamber, and hearing about how Erebor was progressing towards its former glory filled him with a sense of satisfaction that he’d rarely felt when he was alive and an exile from his own kingdom. Normally the woman came and left alone, but this time was different.

After she’d been down with him for a few hours, Balin suddenly appeared at the entrance to the chamber. Thorin was surprised; the advisor hadn’t been down more than a handful of times. Balin had known and been close to Thorin and Thorin’s family for practically his entire life, Thorin understood that he would take his death especially hard, though perhaps not as hard as Dwalin, who had only been to him once since the funeral.

“Lass…” Balin began, and Thorin felt like crying when he heard that voice again. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed his company.

The woman sleepily turned and smiled at him.

“Hello Balin.”

Balin took a hesitant step into the chamber, and then paused to surreptitiously dab at his eyes.

“You should not speak to the dead, lass… they cannot hear you, and they cannot reply…”

It was clear that the words pained him to say, but that he believed them. The woman smiled sadly.

“Oh, I know that, dear advisor… but… I don’t know why, I just feel like this is something I need to do.”

Balin moved to where she was sitting on the floor and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder now that he had regained control of his own emotions once again.

“I was there, you know? I heard his speech to the people and the old master… he had so much passion. It doesn’t seem fair…”

The woman cut herself off and bit her lip, glancing furtively towards the snow-haired dwarf when she suddenly realised that her words could upset him, but he merely squeezed her shoulder and hung his head. It wasn’t as if he could disagree with her sentiment, after all.

“It’s not fair, lass, but Thorin… he knew the dangers this journey would bring. He was the best of us, and he died to give us back our home. Aye, I don’t think any dwarf could ask for a more honorable death.”

Thorin felt like crying to hear Balin say those words, to know that despite his spell of madness his friends still looked upon him with kindness and love, but though he truly wished to cry, the tears just would not come. Perhaps that was just another thing ghosts could not do.

“Perhaps you’re right Balin. Maybe this isn’t healthy… feeling like I have a friendship with a dead dwarf I never properly met…”

She did not visit him for two weeks.

The dead King thought she wasn’t going back, and he cursed his never-ending loneliness. Thorin raged in his burial chamber, trying beyond hope to have any impact on the physical world around him and failing. His muscles felt tense and ready to break anything he could get his hands on, but when he tried to ram himself against his coffin he merely stumbled right through it. Eventually, Thorin collapsed to the floor of the room and screamed till his lungs and throat hurt. When he finally stopped, panting, he noticed something wonderful.

With all the construction work happening around Erebor, the mountain had become rather dusty, and with no one other than the human woman coming to visit him, a layer of dust had slowly been settling on the floor without him noticing. As he sat crumpled on the floor, his eyes picked up on particles of dust dancing around him in the air before settling. Tentatively, Thorin reached out his finger and dragged it across the floor. The finger left a clean line behind it.

-

You knew you shouldn’t go back to Thorin’s chamber, but there was something inside you pulling you down towards the cold stone room. When you entered, you exhaled shakily and felt almost as if you were betraying Balin’s trust - he had spoken to you since finding you down there to kindly and sincerely ask that you not continue to visit Thorin’s chamber, not because he didn’t want you down there per se, but he was worried about your mental health. Despite your conversation with Balin, and a two week detox period, you hadn’t been able to get rid of your strange need to ‘talk’ to Thorin Oakenshield.

You settled beside the coffin once again, and for a moment you weren’t entirely sure what to say. It had been so long since you were down there… you almost felt like an apology was the first thing that needed to be said, even though that was ridiculous.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been visiting you lately…”

It really was such an odd compulsion to speak.

“Apparently people were getting worried about me…”

Having not done this for a while, the more you spoke, the more self conscious you began to feel. You felt stupid, like a child believing there was a monster under their bed or a fairy at the end of their garden. There was no need to speak; Balin was right, it wasn’t as if anyone was listening. You suddenly felt like crying. You had wasted so many evenings coming down to speak to a chunk of stone when you could have been spending time among your newly found dwarven friends. A tear rolled down your cheek and fell to the floor, but when you hung your head in shame at yourself, you froze. There on the floor you could see words drawn in the dust.

I am here, and I am listening.

-

The reconstruction of Erebor took many years, and with your strong work ethic combined with the obvious emotional attachment you had to seeing the mountain restored, you had been promoted several times and eventually reached a level of recognition in the mountain equal to that of the surviving members of the company. The dwarves of the Lonely Mountain had wholeheartedly embraced the human woman who seemed to care just as much about their home as they did, and your organisational expertise meant that the mountain’s restoration had proceeded at a pace even some of the more optimistic dwarves could not have anticipated.

However,  whilst work proceeded quickly in comparison to the lifespan of a dwarf, it was not so fast from a human perspective. Your joints ached as you climbed down to the burial chamber that you had come to know as well as your own home, for today was a very special journey. By rights you should have retired years ago, but you couldn’t. Not until today.

No longer did you kneel by the side of the coffin - Balin had seen to that once he’d discovered you’d started going there again - and there was a chair in the room permanently for your use. In recent years, it had become especially useful. You weren’t sure you could actually get up off the cold stone floor by yourself anymore.

Despite how your bones protested, there was a smile on your face when you finally reached the room and sat down, for today was a day to deliver a very special message to the ghost king. Erebor’s reconstruction was finally completed. The dragon’s wholesale destruction of his ancestral home had been completely erased. You closed your eyes as you delivered your message, and you as you did you could have sworn that, for the first time since you’d heard his speech in laketown, you heard the voice of Thorin Oakenshield himself saying thank you.

A chill settled on the room for a moment, and when it was gone, you no longer felt the pull to the room nor the compulsion to talk. Thorin Oakenshield would finally be allowed to rest in peace and go to the halls of mahal, and you knew you would not be coming back to his burial chamber again.

The end.

-

bâheluh – my friend of all friends

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[ererokii]

I’ve come to realize that I’m in love with Dainsleif. No I won’t take criticism on this, I just love this sad man 😌❤️

He would be so strange at first, because he has a duty to fulfill, a kingdom to avenge, I think he wouldn’t even entertain the idea about having a romantic relationship with anyone at first, but how could he resist you?

You were one of the Traveler’s friend, supposedly not from Mondstad nor from Liyue, in fact, you weren’t from any nation in Teyvat, how is that?

“I don’t think I have a place to call home” you say as you tend to one of the Traveler’s wound they got while fighting in the wild “I’ve always been exploring this world, and I wouldn’t change it for nothing”.

Hmm, strange.

“And why is that?” Dain said as he watched you work “Don’t you have a family that is waiting for you? Or friends?”.

You laugh as you finish your task, patting softly on the Traveler’s arm to see if they feel awkward or uncomfortable with your patching, and fortunately, they don’t, so you decide to start packing everything up for your departure.

“I don’t regret it because, if I didn’t did all this traveling, I wouldn’t have been able to meet so many people and wonderful friends” now you turn your figure to the three people keeping you company “All of you are so nice, I feel very lucky to have meet you”.

Paimon and the Traveler both laugh and share their happiness with you, but Dainsleif is at a lost of words. Do you really consider him your friend? Even if both of you haven’t interacted that much? Either you were very nice and trusting, or you were stupid and naive.

But you noticed the conflicted facade in Dainsleif, so you decided to take his attention again.

“Yes, Dain” now that he was finally looking at you, you continued “I know we haven’t had so much of a relationship per se, but I know that you are a good person! I mean, you always take care of Traveler when they need help, and you also help Paimon out with her littke tasks! Don’t you see? You are a good person too, and for that, I can trust you” you said as you smiled softly.

Something inside Dainsleif turned warm, a sensation he hasn’t felt in the centuries he was cursed to wonder this world. Was he really a good person like you said? Even if he failed to protect all the people he vowed his life to?

Maybe he was, he said, maybe he was. If being this good meant that you will consider him a friend and also someone you can trust, then so be it.

So deep in his own mind he was, he didn’t notice the Traveler asking for his attention until Paimon decided to float up to his face.

“HEY!” said the fairy as he finally snapped out of it “We were saying that we have to go! Reader has already left, and we have to keep looking for clues!”.

Now that he was focused again, the warmness inside of him seemed to die out now that you were gone. Ah, so he really started to feel something about you, huh?

“Paimon has a surprise!” the little fairy was offering some kind of box to the taller companion “Well, not Paimon’s, but from the Reader!”.

Now that was interesting, did you have this little present on you all this time, just for him?

“They said that they were feeling bad that every time we saw each other, they couldn’t seem to help you out in any way, so they got this for you” taking the box from her tiny hands, Dainsleif looked at its desing, something simple but very cute “Open it, open it! Paimon is dying to see what is inside!”.

“Now now Paimon” spoke the Traveler, now ready to go “You can’t ask someone to share their present with you, presents are supposed to be personal”.

The little fairy was groaning and continued to float around Dainsleif, eager for him to open the box, after all, maybe there was food inside!

No matter what was inside, Dainsleif was very grateful for your act of kindness, but he considered it to not be necessary, after all, you did help him out all the times you’ve seen each other.

You have given him hope that he is worth it, and that he is a good man.

-💫 (These weren’t horny hours, I’m just sincerely in love with him 🥺. Also, inside the box there were cookies! And no, I believe they aren’t bad because of the fucking logic this world has, like, SURE TRAVELER, GO AROUND THE WORLD WITH FINE DISHES THAT DON’T WASTE IN YOUR NOT EXISTENT BAG. Anyways, the cookies have little messages in them like “Don’t give up!” or “Thank you” 🥺

There is going to be a time and place to be horny for this man, but right now I want him to hug me and say nice things about me ☺️😌❤️)

Awww anon this was so cute I love it🥺🥺 fluffy dain for the win

#aimee speaks #asks #💫 anon

[mediaeval-muse]

Book Review... Tamora Pierce, “In the Realm of the Gods”

Rating: 3.5/5 stars

Reviewer Comments: After reading and loving Emperor Mage, I was excited to see how the Immortals series would wrap up - the stakes are pretty high, and the promise of more gods getting involved made me eager to read more. While I did enjoy this book for it’s adventure through the Divine Realms, the complete separation of Daine from the core action of the series as a whole made me love it less than the other books. I also wasn’t a fan of the romance, for reason’s I’ll get into below, despite loving the characters individually. Like I stated in my previous reviews, your mileage may vary, so take what I say with a grain of salt. Overall, I had a good time reading this quartet, but I think Song of the Lioness remains first in my heart.

***Full review under the cut. Mild spoilers for dislikes #1.***

Summary: During a dire battle against the fearsome Skinners, Daine and her mage teacher Numair are swept into the Divine Realms. Though happy to be alive, they are not where they want to be. They are desperately needed back home, where their old enemy, Ozorne, and his army of strange creatures are waging war against Tortall. Trapped in the mystical realms Daine discovers her mysterious parentage. And as these secrets of her past are revealed so is the treacherous way back to Tortall. So they embark on an extraordinary journey home, where the fate of all Tortall rests with Daine and her wild magic.

Things I Liked

Adventure Through the Divine Realms: Daine and Numair must find a way to escape the mystical realms where the gods live, and to do so, they journey through many strange lands, with dangers that kind of reminded me of the forest from The Princess Bride. I feel like Pierce’s creativity really shined in these moments. I loved the potential dangers of things like the Temptation Lake, the First Bridge, and the Sea of Sand - they were fun to read about as well as incredibly symbolic.

Relationship with Rikash: Although we see Daine and Rickash interact in books two and three, I really felt their allyship solidify in this book. It was touching to see Daine realize she actually valued Rikash’s friendship, and I loved the overall arc of Daine learning not to see beings as wholly good or wholly evil.

Darkings: This book introduces a new kind of creature called the darking, a kind of magical blob that baddies use as spies. At first I was skeptical - they seemed weird and didn’t quite fit in with the world Pierce built. But over time, they grew on me, and I loved their tiny voices and cute ways of hanging around Daine and her friends.

Things I Disliked

Romance: This book features a budding romance between Daine and Numair. Though I love each character individually, their relationship makes me extremely uncomfortable. For one, she’s 16 in this book, and he’s 30. But also, their relationship started out as a teacher-student one, which immediately makes romantic involvement off-limits for me. The only things that prevented me from knocking more stars off my rating were the way Pierce wrote about the relationship in the book and her author’s comments after the fact. In the book, it’s very clear that Numair’s feelings are honorable and genuine - at no point did I feel like he was taking advantage of Daine. Later, after the book’s publication, Pierce wrote that she listened to her readers and would have handled things differently if she could rewrite the book. But even so, neither of those things made the romance comfortable for me.

Plot: This book probably shows Daine using her magic the least out of the quartet. The Divine Realms prevent her from communicating with animals mind-to-mind, and she doesn’t shape-shift as much due to her reluctance to leave Numair struggling on his own. As a result, something just felt missing from the heart of the story. I also wasn’t much of a fan of the way our characters were removed from the action of the war in Tortall, which is the central conflict of the whole quartet. A side effect of the characters being removed is that we never see the antagonists until the end. What made Emperor Mage so thrilling for me was the way we saw protagonists and antagonists interacting, trying to figure each other out, whereas in this book, they’re mostly figures looming in the background until the big fight. As a result, I didn’t feel like the book was suspenseful or encouraging me to read on.

Recommendations: I would recommend this book if you’re interested in

gods and goddesses, mythology and folklore

journeys through mystical realms

Similar Reads: see previous reviews

#book reviews

[copperhawks]

With the revelation of Solange’s God-given warning and Constant’s information from Ossika on mages trying to kill Don slowly, Sav decides to pay Don an immediate visit.

Numair rushes after him, telling Daine and Constant to stay behind.

Numair attempts to get through to Sav, reminding him that there’s a REASON no one told him what was going on with Don and it’s not because Don “exiled” him. It was a deliberate choice to blind Sav to what was going on inside the palace. Sav’s broken heart thinks it may have been Don, but Numair disagrees, saying that Don has nothing to gain from such deception unless he wants to die which seems unlikely.

The only other two people who might have known what’s up with Don are Cole and Ossika and while Sav immediately goes for Ossika to blame, Numair reminds him that Cole is definitely still a suspect.

Sav balks at the concept, but Numair chooses to push this time, to try to get Sav to talk about Cole. Sav tries to brush off Numair’s questions, but more slips out with each answer he gives.

“I don’t fear the palace,” said Savigny, a bite to his tone, “and what would Daine know? She’s barely met the man. I ensured that.”

Savigny informs us that Daine’s treatment at the palace when she initially arrived in Cria was incredibly unkind, that she was caged up out of fear for her powers, something neither Sav nor Don could accept. It was Sav who petitioned the Queen to send Daine to live with his family, which was only agreed to on the condition that Daine have her magic bound. Something that Sav says was better than the alternative.

But when Numair tries to understand what the worse alternative was if not COLE, Sav gives us this.

He is excellent with children. He has never raised a hand to a child, never raised his voice in anger. He never struck, shouted, or denigrated me or any other. He keeps dogs of the type that children love, and he is generous with them. There is not a person in this castle who can find fault with his kindness. I wanted for nothing under his care. No material goods, no physical affection, no kind word. Your judgement offends me.

Cole is quite possibly the most confusing, complicated character in the fic, because it’s pretty clear to a reader, through Numair, that Cole hurt Sav. His presence in Carthak isn’t doing him any favors, either.

But this description of him is not a lie. We’ve heard Daine say something similar. Cole is not a regular child abuser, or even someone who’s simply uncomfortable around children or uncomfortable teaching.

So what motivations could he have had for doing what we know he’s done to Sav.

Numair backs down right as they realize that the guards near Don’s chambers aren’t reacting to Sav the way they should, and the two of them prepare for a fight.

#Numair Salmalin #tamora pierce #tortall #the immortals #the immortals quartet #daine au lb #savigny de hartholm #tw: child abuse

[happytroopers]

Comfort

Fem! Reader x Platonic 501st Synopsis: Reader gets fired by Krell. Rex and co. Have smuggled items and themselves to cheer her up. TW: Alcohol _________ The Coruscant native engineer never really found the Jedi scary. They could be fierce, elegant, even intimidating, sure, but never scary. Hell, sometimes she could describe Skywalker, Kenobi, and Tano as goofy at times. But not General Krell. Krell and ‘goofy’ didn’t belong in the same system, much less the same sentence. Two words that did belong in the same sentence: Krell and Scary. Especially as he towered over the shaking engineer. Every trooper in the room was fidgeting uncomfortably as the engineer was berated with words. They wanted to intervene, but they also knew they’d be next on the chopping block and Krell could legally court martial them insubordination. So there they stood, seething in anger and thinking of thinks they should say. “Any self respecting, so-called ‘engineer’ could have fixed this problem before it even happened. And where were you? ‘Fixing’ AT-RT’s that were deemed unfit for combat. Decoding enemy technology was and still is our number priority. Do. You. Understand.?” He yelled crescendoing every word as he leaned closer and closer until the mechanic was bent over backwards to avoid being touched. Krell turned and repositioned at the window with his four arms clasped his arms behind his back. “Yes, sir, but, sir, the AT-RTs’ damage reports were incorrect! Every one of them were salvageable.” She reasoned, inching away from him and straightened out her posture. Everyone in the command center visibly tensed as she talked back. Last time someone did that, they had a lightsaber pointed to their throat. The general whipped around so fast that the engineer almost fell backwards in surprise. “Are you doubting me, Miss (Y/L/N)? Because I signed off those reports and transferred all able workforce to decoding. I thought engineers were smarter than this. So let me put this really simple. You WILL clean up the mess you could have prevented. You WILL finish this mission without another toe out of line. You WILL be dismissed from service as soon we touch down on Coruscant. And when I finished you WILL leave this room with anything but a Yes, Sir.,” he paused to ignite a saber near her cheek, “Am I making myself, absolutely, perfectly clear?” “Yes. Sir.” She responded through clenched teeth. She turned on her heel and marched herself out. Captain Rex stepped up to the menacing Jedi, “Sir, if I may. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), civilian or not, is one of the most talented mechanics the Republic has ever seen-” The General interrupted, “CT-7567, are you inferring that my judgement is inferior to yours?” With widened eyes, “No sir, I’ll go make sure repairs are being started.” By the time the Captain caught up with the engineer, she was halfway to the hangar. From behind her, he could see how her shoulders shook and every now and then she’d wipe something away from her face. She was crying. “(Y/N)! Hey, wait!” He called out after her. She halted and let him catch up. He wrapped a hand around her wrist and tugged towards the mess. “C’mon.” “Rex, you know I have to start repairs in the hangar.” She protested, voice thick with tears. “General frog face will have my head if I breathe the wrong direction.” “Then I guess he’ll have mine too.” With that, Rex led the disheartened engineer to the cafeteria. “You get something to eat, I’m gonna go falsify repair reports. We all know Krell wouldn’t dain to mingle with lowly clones and an engineer; he won’t find out.” So with a small smile and a wink, the Captain turned around and headed back to the hangar, but not without receiving a barely-there smile and a quiet thanks. Inside the mess, the glum engineer received her ration bar meal and a cup of military- grade (fake) caf, and sat down at an empty table. There as she choked down the ‘meat’ flavored ration bar, she was forced to face the harsh reality. She was losing her job. When she had joined to military, she ended her lease on her apartment, and quit her old job. The girl didn't have any family on Coruscant, and most of her friend were the ones she graduated with from the School of Hyperspace Engineering-they joined the military too. Leaving the 501st meant leaving her family, friends, home, and source of steady income. An unpermitted tear slid it's way down her cheek, and plipped onto her tray. Embarrassed and hoping no one noticed, she quickly reached up and used the back of her hand to wipe away the wet trail. Unfortunately, when she brought her arm down it was a tad to harshly and knocked over the cup of scalding coffee straight onto her stomach. “Ah!” She yelped as the hot drink soaked through her clothes and scalded her shirt. Reflexively, she jumped up and away from the table causing her chair to scrape backwards and fall over with a loud bang. This in turn, directed every soldier’s attention to her as she stood there trembling. This had pushed her over the edge. On the other side of the mess, Five turned his head towards the racket and found his gaze settling on the quivering girl. Without any hesitation, he abandoned his dinner and jogged over to the engineer. Placing one hand on her shoulder, he bent over to pick up her chair. Then, placing the other hand her other arm’s bicep, he cautiously asked, “(Y/N), Honey,” (He’d read somewhere that civvies used nicknames to comfort one another, “Are you alright?” It was when she started shaking even more that he asked himself if his awkward pats were making things worse. “(Y/N), are you hurt? Are you okay?” She started shaking her head before she choked out, “No.” Then in a flurry of motion, she threw her arms around his neck. He almost fell forward with her sudden dead weight on him. After getting over the initial shock, he easily supported her weight and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong?” Another moment of her sobbing into the creases of his armor, she started to bawl out. “I don’t wanna leave! I love this job so much! Y’all are my family and my best friends. Who is gonna make sure y’all take care of yourselves and don’t blow up your equipment! Oh god, I’m gonna be homeless. I’m gonna live in a box in some slum. I’ll have to I don’t wanna leave. Fives, what am I gonna do!?” “What are you talking about?” Fives questioned softly as Hardcase, Tup, Kix, and Jesse gathered around them. Tup started to wipe up the spilled caf while Kix cleared away the caf soaked ration bar. Hardcase went to the caf machine and Jesse dug around in his pack and pulled out some smuggled in candy. “I heard that candy makes girls feel better.” Jesse whispered, elbowing at Kix’s side. “Knock it off, Jesse.” Kix rolled his eye. They almost missed it but managed to catch the smallest giggle from the engineer. Kix and Jesse both shot her brilliant smiles. “Will you tell us what’s going on now?” Fives asked gingerly, sitting her down then sitting beside her. The others gathered around the table to sit with them. The bright fluorescent lights highlighted her red rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks as she criss-crossed her legs in her seat. “I’m losing my job. Krell has deemed me unfit for service. Effective upon touchdown on Coruscant.” She said flatly. She nonchalantly sipped her caf as the group rained an onslaught of questions. “What?” “He can’t do that!” “On what grounds?” “Where will you go?” “What will you do?” “To be brief, he hates me more than he hates you. And he thinks I’m stupid.” He shrugged. “He’s stupid!” Hardcase hollered, slamming his fists against the table. “Hush, he can fire me, but he can court martial you.” She scolded. Hardcase sighed and apologized “What he means is that it’s stupid because you can engineer circles around literally anybody in the GAR.” Tup elaborated, thwacking Hardcase over the head. Another barely-there smile and empty giggle later. “Tell Krell that. Actually don’t he might actually have your head.” She mused, cracking a piece off the candy bar to pop it in her mouth. Fives nodded gravely. “Something tells me we’re gonna need something stronger than caf.” Kix smirked, standing up. Fives laughed aloud. “Y’know, I like the way you think.” ___________ When Captain Rex entered the barracks, he was most surprised to find the 501st engineer stretched out over his bed. Wearing her uniform pants, with a cut off set of blacks as a shirt. Though tight on the clones, it hung off her body- but the way she was laying it rode up over her belly button. One arm was slung over the side of his bed, loosely grasping a bottle of smuggled booze. He then realized that there were at least two more bottles being passed around the room. She was slurring giggles as the other arm waved around (more like flopped about) as she insulted Krell’s entire family line. “He looks like a frog. His mother-” She was cut off by a loud hiccup. Rex then observed the other troopers. Hardcase was laughing loudly at her insults, Jesse was rooting through his belongings for presumably more alcohol, Fives was wearing the pant from the cut-off black’s pants as a hat (the drunk mechanic was laughing boisterously at this), Tup was sitting with her with his hair down as he braided her hair, and Kix was chuckling as he dozed on his top bunk- he would occasionally slur some nonsense. A few other troopers laid haphazardly around, but noone of note. “Ahem.” Rex cleared his throat. All troopers jumped up and lazily stood at attention, well Kix fell off his bunk. Even (Y/N) stumbled up, her shirt falling back into place. As she stood at ‘attention’, she swayed from side to side with glossy eyes and a goofy smile. “Rex!” She cried, skipping over to him. The way she said it had two syllables. After throwing herself on him, (he easily caught her from dizzily falling right back off) she continued, “I feel MUCH better now.” “Yeah, I can see that.” He pretended to be cross, but she didn’t even seem to be registering it. “Nabooian Whiskey is amaaazzing.” She giggled. Some of the troopers looked uncomfortable as the Captain looked over all of them. “Fives.” He called. “Sir, yes,” He paused to hiccup, “Sir.” “You know Nabooian Whiskey is my favorite.” Finally the Captain cracked a smile, and all the troopers cheered. ______ A half hour and plenty of swigs later, the base was shutting down for the night and Rex had expertly evaded Krell’s calls. The engineer now tuckered out was sitting on the floor, propped against wall, and sandwiched between Rex and Fives with her legs laid across Tup and Kix. Hardcase was hanging upside down yet still fast asleep. “We’ll get this sorted out, (Y/N), I promise.” Rex assured, feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere.” Fives agreed, snatching a blanket off a nearby cot and laying it over them. The engineer gave them a real smile, the first all day. Reaching out both hands, she took their hands in hers. “Thanks, boys.” _______ Epilouge: “We’re very sorry you’ve had to endure this. We had no idea Pong Krell had gone rouge.” Obi-Wan Kenobi restated calmly. The engineer sat before the jedi council plus Anakin(per the Chancellor’s request) and the Chancellor. “The 501st will receive as much shore leave as we can spare, you included.” Mace Windu promised. The engineer’s face lit up. “Does this mean-” She twittered excitedly. “Keep you job you may. Good work yours has been. With you, this war be ended more swiftly it might. Hmmm.” Master Yoda mused. He received a bright smile. “Besides it would be unwise to consider the orders of a proven separatist sympathizer.” The chancellor conceded. “Plus, I hear we might need some one of you- ahem- tolerance.” Anakin chided, smirking as the engineer turned red. Obi-Wan suppressed a chuckle. “Captain Rex, will you please escort Miss (Y/L/N) out as we discuss more sensitive matters?” The hologram of Plo-Koon requested. “Of course, sir. Miss (Y/LN)?” He motioned for you to follow. One last smile to the council and she followed the Captain out. Once two hallways away from the Chancellor’s office, she finally let her excitement get the best of her. She launched herself on his and hugged him tight. “Did you hear that?! I get to keep my job!” She laughed as Rex spun her around. “See? Nothing to get upset over.” __________ Requested by @istudywithtea. This isn't my most favorite thing I've ever done, but I hope it's enjoyable.

#captain rex #fives #Kix #hardcase #jesse #starwars #swtcw