#self indulgent fanfic

[vhstown]

miles away

— 1610!miles morales x gn!reader

summary: Long distance is hard — even more so when your boyfriend's mom is Rio Morales.

warnings: fluff, spanish that is hopefully right??? (pls feel free to correct if not)

word count: 2k

a/n: worst eboy known to man. another miles one-shot i thought of way too late at night lmao my boy miles is STRUGGLING somewhat edited

convention boy is online.

Miles was active: the cute boy you'd met at a Brooklyn science con last year and had been talking to for the past few months — your boyfriend? He might as well be, if it weren't for the absurd distance between you two. You almost missed the call icon with how fast you tapped it, buzzing with anticipation at the thought of speaking to him again; you hadn't talked properly in so long you almost thought he changed numbers.

Riiiiiing... Riiiiiing...

You stared at your own reflection, which was frowning back at you as the call rang for longer than usual. "Convention boy" (you'd definitely have to change that soon) was probably just busy, but your day had been infinitely boring, and you really wanted to talk to him. The both of you had chatted pretty much every day after you left Brooklyn, and despite the time difference, your calls went on for hours, making conversation about school, art, the science convention you were both forced to go to, how you almost got run over for the hundredth time — nothing and everything.

Miles probably knew more about you than your actual friends. You had jokes that nobody would be able to understand even if you tried explaining them, thousands pictures saved of each other, lots of random games you played together (that you always seemed to win somehow) and so many messages where you were flirting like you were in a middle school relationship; embarrassment was a foreign concept in your chat logs. The only thing you didn't have was... Miles himself.

He was in Brooklyn, probably the most exciting place right now. Maybe it was for the fact that Brooklyn had Spider-Man, or you were getting sick of living with your parents. Either way, you were glad you were getting out of here soon; your parents hadn't told you much, but you knew you were going to New York for school. That meant you'd be closer to Miles. Maybe you could even meet up — if Miles picked up, that is.

Beep, beep, beep!

The line went dead, and you were left staring at your own string of messages. They were read, but there was no response; he was ignoring you. Did he just... give up on you, or something? Was he no longer interested? Surely not... Should you try calling again?

He was offline now, and you flopped on your bed with a groan. It had been a whole week since you'd even texted — surely he'd let you know if something was up? It was late in New York right now, but that hadn't stopped him before. Maybe you'd try again tomorrow; he couldn't be available for you all the time.

That didn't stop you from being petty, though.

Missed voice call at 10:29PM

k Read 10:31PM

You gritted your teeth when you saw that it had been read, stopping yourself from typing another text as you rolled on your side, throwing your phone out of sight. Maybe you should ghost him — okay, you were definitely just being petty. He could still have a reason for being radio silent for so long that you just didn't know about.

The lack of his voice or even just a "hey" made you miss him, though, and the pillow you held just made your arms feel more empty than usual. You were being a little unreasonable, but you hadn't exactly had the best week. Maybe you should leave his contact name as it was, because right now it seemed like he didn't want to be anything more than some kid you met at a convention. And you thought he was supposed to be your boyfriend—

Bzzzzzt! Bzzzzzt! You reached for your phone, a preview of your own face coming up on screen. "convention boy" — he was video calling you? That was weird; as much as you did video call, he was always reluctant to turn his camera on, and he never started them. He was always "on a run" or on low battery or something; maybe he wasn't today? You realised you'd been staring at your own face for too long, scrambling to fix yourself up a little and accept the call before you missed it.

Miles' face appeared on screen; he had his headphones on, brows drawn together and eyes fixed somewhere else for a moment, before he looked back at his phone. He gave you the tiniest wave and that wonky smile that always made your stomach flip.

"Hey," you muttered, hating the fact that you probably didn't sound as mad as you wanted to be. "What's up with you? You okay?"

Miles just nodded silently, giving you another smile that looked more like a grimace before glancing off to the side again. Weird.

"...Are you sure?" you asked again, raising an eyebrow at him. Whatever Miles was trying to convince you of was completely thrown out the window, his lips pressing together in debate before he mouthed something. You couldn't make it out.

"Uh, what?" You squinted at the screen, your brows drew together even more in confusion.

"I'm GROUNDED," he mouthed again, his own brows raising to emphasise what he was trying to say. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

"You're GROUNDED?" you mouthed back, trying to keep the teasing smile from spreading across your face.

It didn't help, Miles' eye twitching a little in embarrassment as he mouthed back "YES!"

"So you're like, grounded grounded?" you continued to mouth, making Miles narrow his eyes at you. "Like, actually grounded?"

He didn't seem to entertain your mockery, just crossing his arms at you and moving away on his chair. His phone appeared to be propped up on his desk, and you caught a glimpse of his textbooks in the corner.

You gave up, rolling your eyes. "Fine, fine, but you can't like, speak at all?"

He shook his head, before you heard his door creaking open. The camera immediately went black as he shoved his phone underneath the textbooks before you had a chance to say anything.

"Mijo, what are you still doing up?" You could recognise the voice as his mom's. Oh boy.

"Uh, just studyin', ma." You could tell he was lying by the way he was speaking, but you stayed silent despite his headphones, hoping his mother didn't catch on.

"You better be studying Español, then." Miles laughed awkwardly in response, but you couldn't tell if it was a joke or a threat. He'd only ever referred to you as a "friend" to his mom, so you turned off your camera just in case, hoping Miles had some God to pray to in the mean time.

"Yeah, uh, estoy estudiado—"

"Estudiando", she corrected, with rapid execution. You decided she was scarier in Spanish, and Miles seemed to as well, murmuring something in apology you couldn't catch.

You decided to look through your notifications while Miles was keeping his mom at bay to see that he actually had texted you back after you sent that very creative message.

sry im grounded

i dint mean 2 ingore u

dnt be mad pls :(

He must've resorted to calling you. At least your pettiness had worked.

"Estoy estudiando..." (I'm studying...) you heard Miles continue carefully. "And tired, so I'll go to bed soon."

"That light better be off, niño," (boy) she replied, and you heard the door faintly creak again. A few moments passed before you heard Miles' chair move and the door very quietly shutting all the way before he retrieved his phone and looked down at it from his lap. You had no idea what on Earth Miles had done to get grounded, but the way his mom spoke to him and the worried expression he was wearing right now didn't tell you anything good.

Miles looked back at his door for a second longer before picking up his phone, hesitantly preparing to say something. If it weren't for your own tension, you would've probably laughed at the way his face looked from that angle.

"Why's your camera off?" you heard him whisper, his worried expression still stuck in place.

"Do you really need to see my face?" You decided to tease anyway, despite his predicament, getting a sigh out of him.

"Ba—" He winced as he caught himself, eyes automatically trailing to his door again. Miles was lucky he couldn't see your amused grin. Baby? Babe? Hopefully not basta—

"Please?" he mouthed, almost looking hurt.

You turned your camera on so quickly it was almost embarrassing. You also prayed it was dark enough for him not to see the blush burning away at your cheeks; you just couldn't say no when he looked at you like that.

"Thank you," he nearly whispered. He let out another breath, shaking his head and smiling before mouthing something you couldn't make out.

"Huh?" you asked way too many times as he tried to mumble it a little louder. Both of you were too stubborn to end the call, so it was like playing charades, but with someone who really sucked at charades. He was pointing to his face, and then at you, and then trying to draw it out in the air.

"Just text me," you sighed, letting out a slight chuckle at his defeated expression.

you look cute

Your stomach flipped, cheeks tingling with warmth again as you stared at the text message for far too long, almost forgetting Miles was in the corner of your screen.

"...Thanks, you too," you mumbled out, hoping you didn't sound too weird over the call. "You sure you don't wanna just text...?"

na

wnt2 see ur face

n hear u speak

A part of you wanted to decline right now out of sheer self respect; you were so hot in the face by his... simple words that the darkness of your room definitely couldn't hide how flustered you were.

"Fine," you murmured, trying to keep your eyes on the screen as he watched you. "Can't you at least try to text properly, though?"

Miles frowned, and you could hear the gentle tap of his fingers on the screen as another text followed.

tryin 2 keep up w u gimme a break

The two of you shared a smile before you talked for a bit through this awkward system. It was good enough for now; at least Miles didn't have to watch his back so often.

ur cute

"You already said that..."

cutie

"Dude." Miles seemed to forget you could see him, sporting the biggest, stupidest smile on his face as he scrambled to keep texting you.

dont call me dude

my pride

thought we were passed that

past*

convention boy is typing...

hol on gank is txting me

"Gank...?"

romm mmate

You decided to let it be, watching Miles' cheeks puff with air as he switched over to text his "romm mmate". It was taking a little long and you didn't want to start missing him when he was right in front of you (albeit just on your screen) so you decided to talk anyway.

"Uh, there's something I wanted to tell you," you started, and Miles' eyes flicked upwards for a second, kind of like if you were actually sat opposite him.

"I'm moving states soon — for school." He raised an eyebrow, the tapping of his fingers slowing down a little. "New York. I don't know where exactly, but I should be getting an email soon? I was thinking maybe we could like... meet."

Miles stopped texting entirely, eyes wide as a grin spread across his face.

"After you get uh, un-grounded."

The smile faded just as fast. His eyes fell in defeat, lips twisting awkwardly as he got back to texting "Gank".

"I haven't checked my emails in a while actually, let me see..."

You scrolled through your email— well, it was a shared email (an email you often deleted a lot of school-related stuff from.) An email you'd missed ages ago caught your eye; you assumed it was from the school you were supposed to go to, the sender titled "Ms. Weber."

"We would like you welcome you with open arms to our academy..." The email bored you with its formalities and packing list and many many flourished attachments. You didn't read through it properly — most likely because you didn't want to face the fact that you might actually miss your home here.

What caught your attention, though, was the school name; it was in Brooklyn. Miles was in Brooklyn.

"Miles — the school's in Brooklyn, that's even better!" You couldn't hide your giddy smile, Miles' eyebrows raising in interest as so many thoughts swirled through your head. You could actually meet up again. Maybe you could even go on dates that weren't to do with science conventions. Maybe you could actually be a couple.

Bzzt! Miles' text appeared at the top of your screen.

what school is it?

"Uh..." You paused, unintentionally dramatically as you checked the name again. "Brooklyn Visions Academy."

"WHAT?!"

Miles' mouth went agape as you saw him roll back on his chair, bringing his face towards the camera to look at you almost hysterically. You were about to ask why he was so taken aback before—

"¡MILES! ¡¿CON QUIÉN ESTÁS HABLANDO TAN TARDE?!" (WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO THIS LATE?!)

Maybe your meet-up would have to wait a little longer.

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omg this was ... longer than expected anyways i could not get this idea out of my head haha i wrote it partly for myself and my friend chewy (who helped me w the summary ily i suck at em) and now its for u! hope u enjoyed (also if the spanish is weird pls correct i literally take spanish as a subject but i suck)

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[bitterbeanren]

I spent days writing this self-indulgent basically a self-insert/self-ship (but I made it second person with the hopes that others could enjoy it) fic because holy shit am I down bad. Story under the cut.

Jing Yuan x AFAB nonbinary reader. Slow burn. I tried to not mention skin tone either, skin just heats up, warms, etc. because THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS TO ME WHEN I GET EMBARRASSED!!!! Reader has boobs but size aint exactly specified. I think they’re only mentioned like once. Also, like, literally fam I wrote this for me and with my experience as enby in mind, which is gunna be different from other people’s.

This is long. This is bad. This includes some of my favourite tropes. It’s for me, IT’S FOR ME!!! But I wanted to SHARE so yeah.

THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS MAYBE SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK I HAVE NOT GONE OVER THIS AT ALL I JUST WROTE AND WROTE AND WROTE—

Warnings: character deaths(?), loss of a parent figure, slightly possessive Jing Yuan, author being a bit feral, exactly three underscores being used for your name, and reader has hair on their head for plot reasons. JING YUAN IS TALLER THAN YOU(because he would easily be taller than me ;-;)!!!

Moments in Time

The first time Jing Yuan meets you is after he is taken in by Swordmaster Jingliu. It’s at his new mentor’s estate while he’s still getting used to living there instead of at home— you poke your head out from behind one of the courtyard veranda’s pillars with a grin. The two of you are around the same age, though you might be a bit younger.

Jing Yuan is practicing his strikes, 586, 587, 588… and you watch him with a spark of mischief in your eyes. “Hello!” You greet, he ignores you. 589, 590, 591–

You dart towards him and he stumbles back, keeping his sword in his hand but twirling it so you’re staring up at its flat edge. “Hey!” Jing Yuan snaps at you with a glare, “That’s dangerous, be more careful!”

“You weren’t going to hit me,” you state, poking the blade before returning your gaze to him, smiling. “You’re Jing Yuan, right? I’m Yingxing’s apprentice!”

Sheathing his sword, Jing Yuan quickly wracks his brain— Yingxing… Yingxing… ah, the furnace master of the Artisan Commission. Jingliu’s friend. He remembers the sandy-haired man and Imbibitor Lunae visiting for tea. “I didn’t realize that the furnace master had taken on an apprentice. Is he here as well?”

“Yes! He’s in a meeting with the swordmaster, so I decided to look for you.”

Jing Yuan frowns. “You… decided to look for me?”

“Yeah! Jingliu mentioned you were training, and I wanted to meet you!”

The white-haired boy places one of his hands on his hip, looking at you expectantly. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, apprentice swordsmith.”

“Oh, I guess I should have introduced myself better…” you let out a laugh. It’s cute. Then, you hold out your hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Jing Yuan. My name is ___.”

~*~

Whenever Yingxing comes to visit Jingliu, you come along to visit Jing Yuan. You remind the boy of a duckling— you follow behind Yingxing like one, eyes bright, and usually chattering cheerfully. It’s cute… you’re cute, Jing Yuan thinks. Especially when Yingxing ruffles your hair and you pout.

Jing Yuan starts ruffling your hair too, and you complain and scowl, but then you laugh and try to ruffle his unruly hair in response, and Jing Yuan compares you to a sun. Warm, cheerful… your smiles and laughter brightens any space you’re in.

“It’s people like that who we as Cloud Knights aspire to protect,” Jingliu tells him one day, the two of them watching as you animatedly tell Dan Feng a story while Yingxing looks at you and the Vidyadhara fondly. “They’re the ones who make what we’re doing worth it, Jing Yuan.”

The boy nods his head in agreement.

You’re the bright-eyed apprentice of the furnace master, and he’s the apprentice of the swordmaster. As your mentors are friends— along with the High Elder of the Vidyadhara— it makes sense that the two of you would become close as well. And Jing Yuan doesn’t mind.

Whenever you visit, he’s the first one you look for. Jing Yuan teaches you starchess, and you show him sketches of weapons you want to make. Some days you practice basic combat with him in the courtyard. Your mentors sometimes sit on the veranda and watch the two of you while chatting over tea, and once you’re both worn out from training you dart over to claim some snacks for yourselves.

The years pass and Jing Yuan is significantly taller than you now. It’s more difficult for you to ruffle his hair. So now, Jing Yuan mostly just pats the top of your head, only ruffling your hair when he feels particularly playful. Both of you are now in your early twenties: Jing Yuan is an apprentice Cloud Knight and you spend your days designing weapons and continuing your apprenticeship under Yingxing. On your days off, the two of you often sit together in the courtyard where you first met, relaxing under the pomegranate tree and enjoying the shade it provides. You lay on the ground, arms and legs splayed out, and let out a yawn.

“Tired, are you? I hope I’m not boring you, apprentice swordsmith,” Jing Yuan teases.

“Sorry,” you smile sheepishly. “Yingxing always scolds me when he catches me napping in the middle of the day, but I just feel so tired sometimes, you know?”

The white-haired apprentice Cloud Knight chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m sure that Master Yingxing is just concerned about you.”

“Yeah, I know. Ugh, it’s so embarrassing— I accidentally called him Dad the other day when he was scolding me,” you groan, covering your eyes with your arm. “He looked so taken aback, I didn’t know what to do.”

Jing Yuan lays down next to you, crossing his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow. It’s comfortable. “Really? I assumed that the Furnace Master would be overjoyed to hear that from you. You’ve always acted like a kid around him, and he always struck me as the sort of man who would treat his apprentices like his own children.”

“I—“ you pause, removing your arm from your face. “I mean, you’re not wrong. It’s just… been a bit tough for me to face him lately. He has basically raised me since I became his apprentice over a decade ago, but… it’s a weird situation.”

“Ah…” Jing Yuan lets out a thoughtful hum. He knows you should just talk it out with Yingxing, but understands that it’s a tough thing for you to discuss. Unlike you, the furnace master is a short-lived species— you’ve obviously become attached, and though you’ve spent a good amount of your youth being trained by the man, you knew that he would be gone in the blink of an eye in comparison to you. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, ___. You’re smart, after all.”

“I am smart, aren’t I?” You grin widely at the compliment, then look a bit sad. “I… won’t talk about it much more than this, Yuan, and we should talk about something else soon because I know thinking like this could get me in trouble, but… I wish Yingxing could be long-lived like us. I want him to be around for all my milestones, you know? It’s… selfish.”

“It’s not selfish for you to wish for,” Jing Yuan assures. “Sadly, it is not a wish that can be achieved.”

“I know, I know… let’s change topics now,” you sigh, then turn your head to smile at him. “You have an expedition coming up with Jingliu soon, right? Man, I can’t wait to hear all about it…! Do you think you’re gunna lose another sword?”

“That happened once, ___!”

The two of you banter back and forth for a bit before just enjoying the quiet and the artificial sunlight, and the next thing Jing Yuan knows he’s dozed off.

Later, when he wakes, you’re curled up against his side. Your head is laid on his arm, one of your legs is slung over his, your arm is loosely resting across his waist, and your chest—

Jing Yuan feels his face go hot. Your chest is pressed against his side and now it’s all he can think about. He’s a young man after all— and though you prefer to live as gender neutrally as possible, you have the body of a beautiful… person and it’s one that Jing Yuan is undoubtedly attracted to. Often it’s hard to remember due to your preference for unisex clothing and tops a bit too big for you, but you’ve matured.

“Aeons,” Jing Yuan curses under his breath. When he tries to carefully untangle himself from you, you whine, nuzzling against his arm in your sleep and the white-haired man knows he’s absolutely fucked.

With his other hand, the one attached to the arm you aren’t currently resting on, he runs it down his face, covering his mouth and willing his heart to slow down.

He shouldn’t be attracted to his best friend, but he is. You’re kind, funny, and dedicated— your smile is something that never fails to brighten his day. Everything about you, even your flaws, were things that Jing Yuan found endearing and cute and—

Oh. Oh no. He’s in love with you. You snicker a bit in your sleep as though you’re amused by his realization, then roll onto your back, allowing Jing Yuan to gently remove his arm from under your head.

You’re precious to him. You’ve been precious to him for years. For Aeons sake, he can’t figure out when the friendship shared between the two of you blossomed into something more for him.

Before the artificial sun sets, he shakes you awake with a lazy smile and lets you know that you wasted the day napping. You complain that if he was awake, he should have woken you up sooner.

Jing Yuan loves you, he realized it. But he isn’t going to tell you unless you realize it yourself. Instead, he teases you and thinks how he understands now why you’re wary of your attachment to Yingxing, even if his empathy comes from a different place.

After all, the idea of losing you in any way terrifies him.

~*~

You craft something that isn’t a weapon. A floral hair stick with a hair slide, both made of steel.

“And what is this for, Apprentice Swordsmith?” Jing Yuan asks you after you show him.

“It’s for Da—“ you cut yourself off, smiling sheepishly. Ah, you’re still doing that. Thinking of him as your father, but doing your best to use his name and title as if it’ll lessen your attachment. “For Master Yingxing. It’s a gift for his birthday tomorrow. I worked really hard on it— small things like this are much harder to make than weapons... I broke all my other attempts.” You look up into Jing Yuan’s golden eyes, your worries etched on your brow. “Do you think it’s good enough? Should I have crafted him a weapon instead?”

“He’ll love it,” Jing Yuan assures. At his words, you perk up, practically bouncing from foot to foot. “Am I to assume that Master Yingxing’s birthday is the reason why you invited both myself and Master Jingliu to his estate tomorrow night?”

“Yes! I also invited Baiheng and Dan Feng,” you tell your friend cheerfully. “Birthdays are important, after all.” The ‘for short-lived species’ goes unsaid.

“I’m impressed, though,” Jing Yuan picks up the hair stick and slide. “I never thought you of all people would make something so delicate.”

“Oh, shut up,” you laugh, snatching it back and placing it carefully into the box. “I wanted him to have something nice to put in his hair, but I couldn’t find one that I liked in the market… so I figured I could design one myself.”

“It’s well crafted.”

“I’m sure that Master Yingxing could make a better one. He’s so talented— I need to learn as much from him as I can. I mean, look at your guan dao. It’s a work of art— all of the weapons of the High Cloud Quintet are masterpieces.”

Jing Yuan has heard this before. “You should give yourself more credit, Apprentice Swordsmith. The weapons you make for the Cloud Knights—“

“Aren’t good enough,” you interrupt, shaking your head stubbornly. “Not yet.”

Though he doesn’t like it when you’re so hard on yourself, the determined glint in your eyes is more than enough to make his heart flutter. For years, Jing Yuan has allowed his feelings for you to grow, and now they simmer under the surface of every action, word, and thought towards you.

You tuck the box into your bag, then reach out and clasp Jing Yuan’s hand between yours, beaming up at him. Your smile is a sun and it’s all he can do to revolve around you. “I’ve gotta go and pick up supplies for the party tomorrow— see you then?”

“Of course,” Jing Yuan replies, grinning back down at you.

The next day, Jing Yuan arrives at the Yingxing estate with Jingliu, whose red eyes are cold but soften slightly when Yingxing waves at them from the courtyard. She’s close to them, but not with Jing Yuan. The spider lilies are in bloom in the garden, and the leaves of the courtyard’s maple tree almost match them. The aging man stands tall in his casual clothes as they approach, smiling brightly, his long, sandy hair blowing slightly in the breeze. “Jingliu! Jing Yuan! It’s good to see you both, are you well?”

“Yes,” Jingliu answers with a curt nod, a smile forming on her lips as she rests a hand on her hip. “Happy birthday, Yingxing. Have you enjoyed it thus far?”

“I have! Dan Feng arrived earlier and is currently helping ___ bring dinner into the sitting room. Baiheng is there, too,” Yingxing turns around, showing off hair accessories that Jing Yuan recognizes. “And look what my kid made me! Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Your kid?” Jingliu lets out a short laugh. “It’s… sweet how attached you are to your apprentice.”

“They called me dad, Liu. Let me be happy about it,” the furnace master chuckles. “We practically raise our apprentices, after all. And ___ will probably be my only one,” Yingxing adds. His expression changes slightly for a moment, sad, but then he grins and gestures towards the main house. “Let’s go join the others.”

“…Yeah,” Jing Yuan’s master nods. Her expression is more guarded, now, and she glances over her shoulder at Jing Yuan. “You better not be thinking of calling me Mom, Jing Yuan.”

Ah.

As Yingxing bursts into laughter, Jing Yuan understands. This is yet another difference between short-lived and long-lived species… and his master is trying to cheer her friend up. Jingliu is, at times, stubborn to a fault, but she quickly realized what she needed to do for her friend after unintentionally reminding him of his mortality.

Jing Yuan smiles, following after the woman he respects so much. “What, you won’t find it cute if I did?”

“Not at all. It would be much cuter coming from ___.”

“I’m hurt, Master.”

“I agree with Liu— ___ is far cuter than you in every way, Jing Yuan,” Yingxing teases. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”

“You’re correct,” Jing Yuan smiles. “___ is incredibly cute. I don’t think a cuter person exists.”

Yingxing shoots Jing Yuan a knowing look, and Jing Yuan grins back at him boyishly. Jingliu lets out a small sigh, and the three continue to walk towards the main house. “Are you ever going to tell them, Jing Yuan?”

“I’m waiting for them to realize it themself,” the white-haired knight replies. The three of them drop the conversation as they enter the building, seeing you balancing multiple plates while Baiheng and Dan Feng arrange the dishes on the table.

“Jing Yuan!” Your eyes lock onto his instantly, and a happy look spreads across your face. Then, you look at your mentor and his. “Welcome back, Dad! And hello, Jingliu!”

Jing Yuan smiles. You two must have finally talked it out.

“One would almost think that it’s your birthday today with how excited you are, little ___,” Jingliu comments, crossing her arms.

“I’m just really happy that everyone showed up to celebrate Dad’s birthday with him today!” You respond easily, and the sandy-haired man chuckles, ruffling your hair fondly.

Though you’re all adults, the other four members of the High Cloud Quintet sometimes treat you and Jing Yuan like you’re still kids at these events. The two of you sit together, pouring sweet wine for your elders and feeling happy. At the square table, only three sides are used. Baiheng sits next to Jingliu, Yingxing and Dan Feng sit together, and you sit at the corner between Dan Feng and Jing Yuan. You take pictures of everyone and pass food around and drink along with them, your smile never leaving your face even when it’s time to say goodnight.

Yingxing has an arm slung around your shoulders as you grin up at him in the courtyard with everyone under the maple tree. “Dad, Dad! Did you have a good birthday?” You ask the older man, who ruffles your hair with his other hand.

“Of course I did. I can’t wait for next year.”

Dan Feng watches the two of you with a fond expression, and Jing Yuan feels his heart clench as he realizes that the corners of Yingxing’s eyes didn’t used to crinkle like that when he smiled.

Every year, Yingxing looks a bit older than the rest of his friends.

~*~

Time takes away from you, again and again.

Dan Feng is going to be forced to reincarnate and lose all his memories. None of you are allowed to see him. Once his new incarnation comes of age, he’ll be banished. At the same time, Yingxing is being kept under close watch by you and the remaining members of the High Cloud Quintet.

You’re mad at both of them, but you still feel grateful. Your wish came true, but it’s at the cost of someone else that you cherish. You’re heartbroken, but Yingxing is your dad. He’s the one who taught you how to use the forge, the one who encouraged you, the one who would help bandage your burns, cuts, or scrapes.

For the next century you enjoy your borrowed time. He teaches you more and more and more. Then the mara strikes him— his sandy hair turns black. His eyes change, and he doesn’t recognize you anymore.

“…Dad?”

He doesn’t smile at you. Doesn’t call you his kid, something that always made you happy even though you weren’t a kid anymore. His arms are bound behind his back and he stares at you with empty eyes, now blood red.

“He’s gone, ___,” Jingliu tells you. She looks tired. “…To be struck with mara is to be a long-lived species. It just… happened sooner than we expected after what happened.”

It hurts more, this way. Before, you knew he would be gone before you, but after what Dan Feng and Yingxing had done you let yourself believe that maybe you would still have one of them around for a long time.

It hurts more, this way. Now Dan Feng is gone, and though physically Yingxing is here, he isn’t.

You’re led away by the Cloud Knights after you say your one-sided goodbyes. Time keeps on taking from you.

Jing Yuan comes to visit you. The spider lilies in the garden are blooming again, but now you sit under the maple tree alone, feeling empty. The Cloud Knight Lieutenant says your name, and you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

“…A momento,” Jing Yuan says softly, kneeling down in front of you and taking your hand in his. In it, he places a familiar hair slide and stick. “I’m so sorry, ___.”

Your lip quivers, and you throw your arms around your friend’s neck with a sob.

~*~

You are asked to take on an apprentice after Baiheng passes away, but you don’t take one on. Then, after Jingliu is struck with mara and Jing Yuan goes to confront her, you are offered the position of furnace master. You refuse.

You continue to live in and care for your adopted father’s estate, though you opt to live in the east wing rather than take the main house. Whenever Jing Yuan needs his weapons maintained or repaired, you are the one he goes to. He's an arbiter general now, and you’re proud of him. But now it’s more rare to see him, and now that there are guards stationed at his estate you don’t feel comfortable visiting him. Today, he’s visiting you, and you’ve set up tea in the courtyard under the maple tree.

“I heard you were offered the position of furnace master,” Jing Yuan mentions. You wince under his stare. “Care to explain your refusal?”

“I don’t want to deal with all the politics that you need to deal with now that you’re in a position of power,” you shrug. The man pouts. “Plus, I enjoy what I’m doing now. The forge here is all I need— I don’t need more.”

It’s true. The forge and workshop that Dad had created in the west wing has everything you need to do your work, alone, without strangers peering over your shoulder and commenting on what you should do. What you should make.

“I’ve also heard whispers that you’ve been refusing weapon commissions.”

With a sigh, you put down your teacup. “What is this, an interrogation?”

“Just curiosity. What have you been crafting instead?”

“Tools, armor, and other such things,” you lean your head against your hand. You’re tired of war. Of battle. You’re tired of losing the people you care about. “Your weapons are the only ones I’ll work with now.”

“Oh? I’m the exception then?” Jing Yuan gazes at you curiously, and you smile at him.

“Yes, you’re the exception,” you tell him genuinely. “See, I like making armor and tools more now. I don’t like fighting— I know that it’s necessary sometimes, but I want to help people create. I want to protect them in my own way… I know you’ll use your weapons to protect, so now the only weapons I create will be for you.”

Jing Yuan’s expression softens and he reaches out to place his hand on yours. “You want peace?”

“I do.”

“Then that is what I will aim for as well.”

~*~

Jing Yuan visits as you’re tending to the garden.

“Look, ___! A grimalkin! I’ve named it Mimi.”

You stare at the white fuzzball in your best friend’s arms, and can’t help but reach out to pet the little thing. “A grimalkin? It’s so cute! But aren’t you too busy to take care of a pet?”

Jing Yuan’s eyes hold a spark of mischief. “I’ve decided that Qingzu is going to be responsible for it while I’m busy with my duties.”

Your heart sinks for the Vidyadhara. “Yuan… it isn’t very nice of you to purchase a pet, then have your subordinate be the one to care for it.”

The man had the gall to look offended. “I will care for it. I already feel incredibly fond of Mimi, after all.”

Arms crossed, you give Jing Yuan an unimpressed look. “You know that isn’t what I meant, General.”

“Please, my dear friend, you know I prefer it when you call me by name.”

“Which I would be more than happy to use… were you not using your position to sic your responsibilities on others.”

“You wound me, ___.”

You let out a long-suffering sigh, then bury your hands in Mimi’s fur. “Your owner is awfully irresponsible, isn’t he Mimi? I would like to apologize on his behalf.”

The little grimalkin stares at you with big blue eyes. You feel your heart melt at the sight, and you lean forwards to press a kiss to the top of the pet’s head.

Jing Yuan watches you interact with Mimi and decides that the sight of you and the white-furred grimalkin together was worth every cent he paid to that merchant.

“If you’d like, please feel free to visit Mimi at the Seat of Divine Foresight,” Jing Yuan offers. Since he had taken up the position of Arbiter General, you hadn’t visited him at his home or workplace. If he wants to see you, which he always does, he has to visit your estate or chance to see you at the markets. “Or at my estate, should we not be there.”

You let out a small laugh. “And what reason would a lowly artisan have to even enter the Seat of Divine Foresight, General? I don’t think it would make sense for me to visit your workplace. Especially if I say it’s to play with your pet.”

“The guards at both my estate and the Seat of Divine Foresight know that if you ever come by, you’re to be allowed in regardless of reason, even if I am not there,” Jing Yuan tells you firmly. “And you aren’t a lowly artisan. You’re the only swordsmith who I will allow to handle my weapons as well as my dearest friend.”

You’re surprised by his words. Ever since Jing Yuan had become Arbiter General, you felt like you couldn’t visit him. To learn that the man had given his guards specific instructions to let you in was enough to make your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“Yuan, you really didn’t need to go to all that trouble!”

Jing Yuan grins down at you. “I’d love for you to visit me personally, but if Mimi is the one you come to see, I completely understand.

“Yuan!”

~*~

After Jing Yuan introduces you to Mimi, you try to visit the adorable creature every few weeks when you have time. This continues up until early November, when you leave to spend a couple of months on another Alliance ship to deliver some non-Luofu commissions. When you return in mid-January, it is clear that Mimi is not a grimalkin. Mimi is, in fact, a lion. You have never felt worse for Qingzu. The Vidyadhara looks frazzled when you drop by the Seat of Divine Foresight to play with the not-grimalkin upon your return.

As soon as Mimi sees you, they rise from where they were laying down and pad over to you, brushing their head against you. You look around in alarm, burying your hands in familiar white fur, and soon spot an exhausted looking Qingzu approaching.

“Ah, ___,” Qingzu greets you with a bow. “It has been awhile. Are you here to play with Wave-Treading Snow Lion?”

“…Jing Yuan shouldn’t be allowed to name anything. When and why did he change their name?”

“A couple of days ago,” Qingzu smiles at you but her eyes look empty. “He decided that Mimi didn’t fit as a name anymore.”

“They were raised with the name Mimi. We shouldn’t confuse the poor thing,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “And I’m assuming he’s been making you the primary caretaker of a lion you didn’t ask for?” A nod. “I’m so sorry, Qingzu. Thank you so much— Mimi’s still so sweet and behaved thanks to your care… I’ll talk to the general about this, though. Is he here?”

The exhausted Vidyadhara gives you a thankful look. “Yes, he’s in his office.”

“I’m going to kill him. Ignore the screams.”

“Of course, ___.”

You move through the Seat of Divine Foresight with a mission. Mimi makes a sound akin to disappointment, padding after you. Despite you being away the last few months, it still isn’t unusual for you to visit. You get along well with most of the staff, even. Plus, you’re the only one that seems to be able to talk sense into the general. Some jokingly say that you’re the only one who can tame the man, which always earns an eye roll from you. You don’t even knock before you enter Jing Yuan’s office, and the white-haired general blinks at you sleepily, a lazy smile gracing his lips. You could throttle him, you’re sure of it.

“Ah, ___! You’ve returned. How was your trip?” Jing Yuan asks, and after Mimi has entered the office, you shut the door, storm up to Jing Yuan and place your hands down on his desk, leaning over it to glare at the man. “Ooh… you don’t look happy. What have I done this time?”

“Stop siccing your pet on others!” you snap. Mimi senses your fury and opts to head towards a large pet bed in the corner of Jing Yuan’s office. “And for goodness sake, Mimi is a perfectly fine name. Don’t go changing it on them!”

“But Qingzu does such a good job of feeding and watering Wave-Treading–” Your glare darkens, “Apologies, Mimi. And Qingzu hasn’t complained–”

“You are taking advantage of your position as arbiter general, Jing Yuan. How is she going to complain to you, her superior, about how her superior is taking advantage of his position to make her take care of his pet?! If the next time I visit, Qingzu looks as tired as they do today, I’m going to personally drag you to her by your ear and make you apologize.”

Jing Yuan begins grinning cheekily, as though the idea amuses him. “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad…”

“Oh, really?” you reply dryly, moving around the desk and reaching for Jing Yuan’s ear. The man dodges, easily catching your wrist in his hand and tugging you towards him. “I thought you said it didn’t sound so bad.”

“Mmm… But this isn’t the next time you’ve visited. You haven’t yet given me an opportunity to rectify my previous actions,” Jing Yuan pouts. You roll your eyes, moving to sit on the man’s desk. “Though, I don’t particularly mind the idea of your manhandling me.”

Your face heats up. “Don’t talk like that, Yuan!”

He seems to relish in your embarrassment, standing from his desk and leaning in close to you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Talk like what, ___?”

“You know what I mean, General,” you grumble, pushing his shoulder. You’re not unused to being physically close to the man— you grew up together, after all. But this feels… different than usual.

“I missed you while you were away,” Jing Yuan tells you genuinely. “Mimi missed you as well. It was incredibly cute how they followed you in here.”

“Don’t change the subject. You were the one that accidentally adopted a pet lion so—“

He leans in again. “Did you not miss me?”

You feel your heart speed up. “Why are you being so… clingy, Jing Yuan? This isn’t the first time we’ve been apart.”

“Normally you don’t leave the Luofu,” Jing Yuan sighs, resting his head on your shoulder and loosely wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

Your ears feel hot and you have no idea why. This wasn’t the first time Jing Yuan hugged you like this. Why did it feel different now? His unruly hair tickles your cheek, and you hesitantly hug him back. “You’re not going to avoid this conversation forever, you know.”

Jing Yuan hums, nuzzling you, then releases you from his hold with a relaxed expression. “Should I get Qingzu to bring tea—“

“No! I’ll make it myself,” you huff, hopping off the desk and heading towards the door. “I’ll be back in a few moments, and then we’re having a long talk about how you should be treating the ones who work under you.”

“So long as I also get to hear about your trip, then that sounds fine to me.”

~*~

Some of Jing Yuan’s employees had invited you out. They said it was to thank you for helping them deal with the General.

Since your return to the Luofu, the dozing general had stopped giving his subordinates Mimi-related tasks and was handling them himself (although Qingzu was given a raise to continue handling Mimi’s food and water when Jing Yuan was tending to business away from the Seat of Divine Foresight). You personally assisted Jing Yuan with the budget and planning of Mimi’s meals— Mimi did not need fancy cuts of meat and also did not get nearly as much exercise as a wild lion. Therefore, Mimi’s diet was adjusted to suit its lifestyle. Which was, thankfully, much more affordable for the man.

Jing Yuan’s sudden change in behavior in regards to his pet coinciding with your timely return had essentially made you a living legend to all who worked at the Seat of Divine Foresight. So, not seeing a reason to refuse, you joined them for food and drinks at a nearby establishment.

A few hours have passed since you joined them… and you have had far too much to drink. It wasn’t entirely your fault, though. Everyone was offering you drinks and you had trouble telling them no. When you stand to use the restroom, things feel a bit wobbly, and the edges of your vision blur a bit.

Qingzu steadies you. She looks a bit worried. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you laugh. “Just had a bit too much to drink. Be right back.”

After your restroom visit, as you head back to your table where the others are, Jing Yuan enters the eatery. His hair is down, he’s dressed in gray pants and a dark red linen shirt, and the moment he sees you he smiles.

“Yuan!” You greet him cheerfully, taking his hands in yours and smiling up at him. “I didn’t realize you were coming!”

The general notes how you seem a bit off balance, how your eyes can’t seem to focus, and how unguarded your smile is. Ah. You’re drunk. “Qingzu mentioned it to me, so once I was finished with Mimi I came over.”

“Everyone’s been buying me drinks and stuff,” you tell him with a grin. “How much trouble did you put them through while I was away?”

Jing Yuan gazes down at you, feigning innocence. “Oh, I don’t think it was that much.”

“The amount of glasses I’ve been handed tells me otherwise.”

“They could be handing you drinks because of how cute you are,” Jing Yuan offers. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this. Perhaps I should thank everyone.”

“You look smaller without your armor.”

Jing Yuan nearly trips over his own feet, and the look of genuine surprise on his face at your unexpected comment causes you to laugh. “I… didn’t expect that.”

“I mean, you’re not a small person by any means, but it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you outside of your armor. I like it, you look cute,” you begin to ramble. “You’re always cute, though. Except you always seem tired now, so I feel bad wanting to spend time with you since I know you should rest. And you need to get your bangs trimmed, because it’s hard to see both your eyes. They’re very pretty, you know.”

Your best friend begins to laugh, placing his hands on your shoulders and moving to stand in front of you. He looks down at you with an amused, happy grin on his face. “My dear, if you keep talking like that, people are going to get the wrong idea. Come now, let’s return to the others and let them know we’re leaving… I am suddenly feeling awfully tired, and would rather spend my off-time with you privately.”

“But you just arrived! Shouldn’t you have a drink with everyone too?”

Jing Yuan leans down, his voice low. “Oh, I don’t think it would be wise for me to be drinking tonight.”

A shiver runs down your spine, and you agree with a hint of uncertainty. Jing Yuan keeps a hand on your back, guiding you towards the employees of the Seat of Divine Foresight, and thanks everyone for treating you and being so welcoming as you follow the general’s lead, being guided to his estate and led inside where Mimi greets you.

Yuan brings you water, and you rest on the floor, using the pet lion as a pillow while you sober up. Your best friend sets himself up next to you, also resting himself on Mimi lazily, and he gazes at you with a softness that makes you feel warm inside. You reach out with both hands and pet Jing Yuan’s hair with a cackle.

The man catches your wrists in one hand, chuckling, and you feel your chest tighten as you stare into his golden eyes and see his boyish grin.

Oh.

Oh no.

His free hand reaches down to ruffle your hair, and you take the opportunity to lower your head and hide your expression. Your face and ears feel hot, feeling mortified by how touchy you’ve been with him— has it just been you being friendly, or were you subconsciously gravitating towards him because you’re attracted to him? And you feel guilty. Because Jing Yuan has always been a good friend to you— your best friend. But maybe you haven’t been thinking of him as a friend— you’ve overstepped. You’ve hugely overstepped.

You ask for more water, your throat feeling even dryer, and Jing Yuan stands to go grab some for you. When he returns and you take the glass, the man gazes at you a bit worriedly and asks if you feel okay.

You don’t.

This realization has made you feel sick, and your head and your heart are starting to hurt because you have drunk way too much and you feel like you have taken advantage of your friendship with your best friend to be so close to him. And he’s sweet, he’s so sweet, rubbing your back as you place your head between your legs and try to sort out your thoughts and blame your nausea on all the alcohol and not your internal crisis.

He doesn’t want you heading home while you aren’t feeling well, even though you insist on it. So you end up sleeping in his guest room with Mimi.

You don’t get much sleep.

~*~

Jing Yuan can tell that you’re avoiding him.

After that night, you seem to only visit Mimi at the Seat of Divine Foresight when he has responsibilities elsewhere. If he sends you a text you respond much like normal, but attempts to call you go straight to voicemail. When he asks you to visit him, or if he can visit you, you’re always too busy, which might have been true… but you still seemed to have time to visit Mimi. Then, the last time he chanced to see you in the markets, you mysteriously disappeared, when before you would cheerfully greet him and chat for a bit.

The Arbiter General feels a tad neglected.

Not wanting this to go on any longer, he decides to drop by your estate unannounced. If you really are just busy, then he will apologize for his rudeness… but Jing Yuan feels that there is something wrong because this feels different.

At your estate, he sees you sitting in the garden under the maple tree with numerous envelopes surrounding you. As soon as you see him, your eyes widen and you stand. “General! What are you doing here?”

General.

Before, his title was only used to tease him. You are not currently teasing him. Still, he stays level headed and places a smile on his lips. “Am I not allowed to visit a friend?”

“I mean, you are… but I’m very busy, see?” You hold up one of the many envelopes surrounding you as Jing Yuan approaches. The General picks up one of the open documents, and you try to snatch it from his hands, horrified. “Don’t— those are personal!”

The General clenches his jaw as he reads over the letter. “These are courtship requests,” he states, voice flat.

You look down at your hands, feeling embarrassment coming off you in waves. “Yeah. I’m looking into them. They’ve been piling up since I returned— apparently I’ve caught the eye of many artisan families.”

The General crosses his arms. Jing Yuan feels… resentful. He isn’t surprised that you have received courtship requests— you’re hardworking, kind, and attractive. However, you have never shown an interest in dating before, happy with his friendship and building positive relationships with the staff at the Seat of Divine Foresight. And your business relationships were all going well from his understanding. Yet, suddenly you’ve taken an interest in more?

A possessive, primal part of him wants to tear up all the requests and make you only see him. After all, no one could care for, cherish, love you more than he has these past few centuries. But the other part of him is just hurt. “And these potential suitors… matter more than spending time with me?”

“No!” You shake your head frantically, reaching for his wrist, then faltering before you actually touch him.

This won’t do. Jing Yuan thinks, frowning. You had never held yourself back from touching him before. But now, you’re lowering your shaky hands down to your side, refusing to meet his gaze and staring down at the ground. “Dearest, what’s wrong?” He asks, concern lacing his words as he reaches out to hold your hand.

You step back, barely dodging him, holding your hands to your chest, and when your eyes lock onto his he can see it— fear. You’re scared and Jing Yuan has no idea why. The white-haired man’s golden eyes widen, and he feels his throat tighten uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, hiding your face in your hands. You seem so small like this. Jing Yuan hasn’t seen you this scared since… since Yingxing was mara struck. “Please don’t touch me, Jing Yuan. I can’t— I don’t think I can handle it right now, it's too much.”

“___…”

“I’m so, so sorry,” you tremble, now wiping your eyes as tears form. “Please don’t be mad. It’s all my fault, I’m sorry. I’m just looking into them to try and fix things, then I can be around you again.”

Jing Yuan steps forward, grabbing your wrists and forcing you to stop hiding from him. You weakly try to tug yourself free as you cry, and Jing Yuan lowers the two of you to the ground, kneeling in front of you. “Tell me what’s wrong, ___. Please. I can’t stand to see you like this.”

“I’ve been a terrible friend,” you sniffle, staring into Jing Yuan’s eyes. You look pained, and he wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “I’ve been hugely overstepping and taking advantage of our friendship, and it’s unfair to you, and I’m so, so sorry.”

Jing Yuan releases your wrists and pulls you into his chest, hugging you close. “You have never taken advantage of our friendship,” he assures, but you shake your head as you melt into his hold, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Even now,” you cry. “I can’t stop thinking— My heart shouldn’t feel like it’s about to burst because you’re here. I’m so happy that you’re here, and I feel so guilty, because I still want more. It’s selfish. I should be happy with just this, I shouldn’t want to be closer to you— when did I start wanting to be closer?!”

His hold tightens on you, and his heart beats faster. You’ve realized it. You’ve finally realized it. Jing Yuan can’t help it, even as you’re crying and rambling into his chest, he grins. And, Aeons, he’s going to take his time with you. Everything has hit you all at once, but he’s been patient for centuries.

It’s time for him to be selfish.

“Trust me, ___,” he chuckles into your ear, pulling back and smiling down at you with half-lidded eyes barely concealing his joy. “You aren’t being selfish at all.”

#honkai jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #blade is yingxing #hsr spoilers #hsr writing #self ship #self indulgent fanfic

[imagininglotsofthings]

I have a toxic ex I broke up with almost ten years ago. Periodically he has contacted me over the years. I've told him to stop. He did it again. Not going into much more detail, it's personal.

But now I really want to read fanfciton. And you know what would be great self fulfillment and self indulgent fanfic? A young Erik Lehnsherr, or a Bucky Barnes, or Loki Odinson, or David 8, or Walter (Alien: Covenant) or TASM Peter Parker fanfic about OC or reader's ex not leaving them alone, and how Erik or Bucky or Loki or David 8 or Walter or TASM Peter Parker (oh, or Wanda Maximoff, or young Charles Xavier, even) would deal with it and what they would do. Anyone have one? Or want to write one for me? Pretty please? Let me know. Comment below. Thank you!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

#erik lehnsherr x reader #david 8 x reader #bucky barnes x reader argument #Loki Odinson x reader #Wanda Maximoff x reader #Alien Covenant Walter x reader #Walter x reader #marvel fanfiction #x men fanfiction #Prometheus fan fiction #Alien Covenant fan fiction #self indulgent fanfic #protective Erik Lehnsherr x reader #young Erik Lehnsherr x reader #young Charles Xavier x reader #tasm Peter Parker x reader #scarlet witch x reader #Magneto x reader

[the-moon-files]

Hey there!

I'm writing a Bungou Stray Dogs fanfic in a University AU, they still have abilities, and its got soulmates

It's also a Male!Reader :)

Poly!Soukoku too, if u can handle all these things at once lmao

Just figured I'd post here to let people read my hyper niche fanfic just in case anybody else got anything out of it!

Stray Dogs Follow Me Home

Peace Out,

🌙

#self indulgent fanfic #male reader #bsd fanfic #soukoku x reader #poly soukoku reader #dazai reader chuuya poly #polyamory #bsd imagines poly #bsd imagines #reader has an ability #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #dazai x chuuya #chuuya x reader #soulmates au #university au #its a lot i know #but just ignore if not ur cup of tea!

[stuff-of-legends]

KH self insert pitch

I start out as a 15 year old and I will get older as I adventure.My keyblade is Kingdom Key D which causes everyone to be wary but I persevere.

I'd probably swap outfits during my travels so here is my wardrobe.

My partners would probably swap with each adventure-My first adventure would be with Oswald the lucky Rabbit. He teaches me how to use the Keyblade and we bond over being outsiders.

My second would be with Max Goof and Webby. We learn how to work as a team and I learn how to be a big brother.

Third would be Kasumi from Dead or Alive. It's more of a romantic comedy/drama. ;).

My archenemy would probably be Demyx. Battle of the insecure slackers. ;).

I’m Noctis meets the 12th doctor basically. ;)

#gaming #fan pitch #kingdom hearts #self insert oc #self indulgent fanfic #max goof #ducktales webby #oswald the lucky rabbit #Kingdom key d #dead or alive #Kasumi dead or Alive #kh demyx #ff15 noctis #fourteenth doctor #Youtube #12th doctor

[saunne]

"Your skin," he finally gave in, as a secret rather than a fact, his rose-gold eyes finding again where said "skin" met the fine porcelain plates. "I initially thought it was porcelain as well, only to have this hypothesis invalidated by your ability to form expressions, no matter how faint. I am, however, left perplexed by its composition, hence my somewhat... insistent gaze."

She blinked slowly, the veil of her eyelids briefly hiding her enamel eyes. When the immobile and piercing irises —despite the soft pastel orange hue that had been chosen by the doll's craftsman— were visible again, she graced him with a surprising response.

"Why not see for yourself then ? Experience is said to be the mother of knowledge, after all."

Rating : General Audience Relationships : Dr. Ratio & Original Honkai: Star Rail Characters (Honkai: Star Rail)

Tags :

Worldbuilding ; Heliobi (Honkai: Star Rail) ; Post-Xianzhou Luofu Trailblaze Missions (Honkai: Star Rail) ; Post-Version 1.6 Trailblaze Continuance: Crown of the Mundane and Divine (Honkai: Star Rail)

Platonic Female/Male Relationships ; Freak & Freak

Curiosity ; Touching ; Accidental Sensuality

Doctor Is It Queer To Be Obsessed By Your New Student Automaton Body

Alexithymia ; Heliobi Have Alexithymia (Honkai: Star Rail) ; Heliobi Have No Morals or Ethics (Honkai: Star Rail)

Doctor of Chaos (Honkai: Star Rail)

#hsr fanfic #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr dr ratio #hsr veritas ratio #hsr oc #hsr ocs #self indulgent fanfic #unnewrites #unneocs #unneism #unne's promo snippets

[sugar-phoenix]

"Don't be getting all maudlin on me now."

Hey guys, I wrote fanfiction for my current obsession: Deponia.

It's a short, self-indulgent, tooth-rotting, cavity inducing, fluffy drabble, and you can find it on my AO3 here! Or you can scroll beneath the read more line.

WARNING: spoilers for all four games! Takes place in game 4.

"Don't be getting all maudlin on me now," Rufus said with a smile. "Come! The future awaits."

Goal stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm.

"Rufus, I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time. I was wrong about you."

Rufus stared at her, as though she had spoken another language to him. 

"Oh." He turned away. "No need to apologize. You can do that after I get us out of this mess." 

"Rufus," Goal called, stopping him in his tracks again. He turned towards her and saw the look in her eyes.

"Rufus, I…I--"

"Don't. You don't have to say it."

"But did I ever tell you?"

She never needed to. The memories of his other self came back. All the adventures they shared. All the times she laughed and shook it off instead of yelling at him.

And then, there was that memory.

The words she had spoken (or was to speak), just as Rufus' heart was torn apart by the consequences of his actions.

Because I love Rufus.

The memory left him with a cavern in his chest. He knew that later on, he'd find out she never died, but the thought that she might’ve died, at his hands no less, was terrifying. 

That was the first time in his life that Rufus had well and truly lost all hope.

Before then he had never lost hope. Not after all his failures to reach an Organon cruiser. Not after being dumped by Toni. Not after everyone had called him a screw-up, a good-for-nothing. 

Not even after his father had left him to rot in Kuvaq.

But Goal’s supposed death had sucked all the life out of him. It was only when he saw her again, when she had defended him against everyone, that he realized…

That he realized how much he loved her. That he realized he would do anything to keep her happy. To keep her safe.

Even if it meant abandoning his dreams of reaching Elysium. Even if it meant falling to his death.

The moment he met her, she had turned his world upside down. And in doing so, she had become his Goal.

“You said something along the lines of it, yeah,” he responded.

Goal stepped forward, taking Rufus’ hand gently.

“Well. Isn’t it fitting that I’m wearing a wedding dress.”

“Goal?”

“I love you, Rufus.”

The world glowed around him in his periphery as he focused on her sweet, smiling face. He thought perhaps already hearing Goal say she loved him would soften the blow, but hearing her say it, directly to him, was so much more than he thought it would be. Words he thought nobody could ever say to  him, and mean them.

He felt a big grin come across his face, his heart fluttering giddily. 

“Hehe.”

“Mm.”

“Goal?”

“Yes, Rufus?”

“I love you too.”

Together, hand in hand, cheeks glowing and hearts soaring, they stepped through the portal to Elysium.

dividers by cafekitsune and reveriesources

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[powertaco]

In the Pipeline - An Ocean of Stars

Weiss wanted to make something of herself, to make her family name mean something, anything good again. So she'd followed her sister and joined the federation exploration program.

What should have been a routine salvage mission takes a strange turn when she suddenly finds herself stranded in an unexplored part of the galaxy on a strange planet.

She's determined to get home no matter what, but is that what she truly wants?

#rwby #whiterose #maybe death's whiterose #self indulgent fanfic #hopefully fun #def next big story when i whittle down some wips #look i just really love star ocean 2 ok

[journalofmycrazymind]

To me rewriting the fic

: ) can't wait to get to that scene

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[zombiekillerbiceps]

Unsung - Chapter 1: Party in Raccoon City

Notes: Oh boy I'm really in the long haul now lol

Content: 3.5kish, Leon X OC, slow burn, gore, angst, violence, spooky/eerie scenes, spoilers for RER2, I mix original and remake lore so it's not fully accurate to either game and also events are a little squishy for Plot Reasons.

A rookie cop and a video store clerk make for an unlikely pair as Vanessa and Leon rely on each other to make their way through an over-run Raccoon City, enduring horrors and heartbreak that would forge an unbreakable bond. Covers roughly the first half of the second game.

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Gutshot wounds always look so goofy in the movies. But the stomach acid leaking into her surrounding organs didn't feel very fucking goofy.

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September 26th, 1998. The day the Raccoon City Incident stopped feeling like a bad dream. Things got bad so quickly. The water was the first to go. The power followed shortly behind. Vanessa's mom got bit trying to get them clean water. Their fridge smelled like rotting food and without any way to wash their can opener, their only way of eating safe food was starting to grow mold. The air smelled like smoke from some near by building burning into nothing. They couldn't stay there.

When it was clear her time with her mom was up, she took her sister and tried to get help from a neighbor.

And then it was just her.

She remembered hearing the police station was managing to hold down some order on the radio and she didn't feel like she had a lot of options. It took her days to work up the courage to go. She would pace the abandoned living room, hands shaking uncontrollably every time she reached for the door knob. But she knew she couldn't stay. It was in an alley just outside the police station where she was pinned down by one of the undead. It's body was stiff but inexplicably strong. The side of his face was rotting off the bone. The white of the ocular bone stood out against the grey flesh falling off it. It let out a choking groan as it tried to bring it's grotesque, stinking face to tear her throat out. There was a splatter of blood and it dropped.

Vanessa looked in the direction of the gunshot. His blonde hair was falling into his face, his cheeks already splattered with blood. He was wearing an RPD police jacket, his blue eyes scared, but unhesitant.

"Good thing I came along, huh?" his voice wavered a little when he tried to make a joke, lowering the gun as he did. A poor attempt at coping with humour.

He approached her, looking behind him once as he did, and put his hand on her elbow. His touch was gentle and warm, his expression serious and concerned. Beneath that there was a trace of relief, likely just as glad as she was to see someone alive. "Are you alright?"

Vanessa swallowed, then shrugged. What could she say? She looked down at the zombie at their feet and wanted to say something helpful or reassuring, but it felt like her words were stuck in her throat.

"Picked a stupid outfit to die in," she managed. His eyes widened at the morbidity of her humour, but glancing down at the hideous, orange bubble vest, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Come on," he said, "more will come."

"Are you going to the police station?" she asked, following him. He nodded, a strand of hair falling into his face. "Is it safe there?"

He turned to look at her. She could tell he wanted to say something comforting, but he settled on honesty.

"You'll be safe with me."

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That was true, for the most part. He kept her tucked behind him when they were confronting zombies, except when he couldn't. He kept her in front of him when Mr. X found them. He taught her how to shoot, how to bandage a wound, how to block and how to find good cover. When she got enough practice, she tried to look out for him too. Though she was armed with nothing but a steel pipe for a good portion of their time in the RPD, she did her best to pry zombies off him when they got a hold on him. The cop's name was Leon Kennedy. He was good man, she thought. For a cop.

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They were taking stock in the STARS office, waiting out the heavy clomping of Mr. X's boots around the area. The heavy, ever-present stomping of his massive frame made the entire station feel oppressive. He was always right where they didn't want him to be, and when he laid eyes on them, there was so little they could do to shake him. He never tired, never got injured. A constant, looming threat that was always, always just behind them. Terminator type shit.

She wondered who these people once were while they looted their desks. A stuffed fish above one with an NRA magazine, one with a beret and a picture of a handsome looking man, one at the very back with a medical bag... they were all so lived in. Then they were just... up and abandoned. Vanessa wondered if they'd killed any of them. If these people who were trained in special tactics turned, what chance did she and Leon have?

"I found a letter over here," she said, picking up a letter with a European stamp. "It's from some guy named Chris...?"

"Redfield?"

"Doesn't say. Small office though, probably not too many Chris's that work for STARS." Her eyes scanned the letter while Leon searched the medical bag for first aid spray. "I think it's in code. He's talking about... Umbrella, I think."

"So, he thought Umbrella was behind this?" Leon wondered out loud.

"It's addressed to a Jill. Maybe she did too."

Leon's eyebrows stitched together as he thought about it, searching his memory, before finally saying;

"Oh, shit. Those were some of the survivors of the Arklay Mansion Murders."

"Oh, shit," she remembered when the news about those murders broke. "Umbrella must have been behind that, too."

The clomping of heavy boots sounded again nearby. The sound made her want to scream - an action that would be certain death. She and Leon shared a look; a nod, as a silent agreement to be quiet. She sat down in front of the desk with the beret on it and Leon sat next to her. His elbows rested on his knees. His head rested against the desk. He looked exhausted. She mirrored him, pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them instead. Her chin rested on the knee that wasn't swollen and bruised.

"How did you survive this long?" Leon asked quietly. Wearily. The distant look in his eyes was equal parts concerning and recognizable.

"Hiding, mostly," she admitted. "My uh... my little sister has these really sensitive taste buds. We have to- had to- buy the kid's bubble gum toothpaste for her cause the mint one is too 'spicy'. She hates the taste of tap water, so the three of us just got used to drinking bottled water."

"Are they..."

"No. I mean, yeah, technically. But they're still like, around. Probably still roaming the apartment complex. I couldn't..."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Leon said. She bit back tears; talking about them reopened the wound, but the compassion in his voice made her want to cry. "I uh. I lost my family too. Before all this."

"I'm sorry," she said. She reached out and squeezed one of his hands.

The door opened and Vanessa snapped her hand away. She fumbled for the pipe discarded at her side, but Leon was already kneeling on one knee, gun drawn and aimed. Claire raised her hands to her chest. Both Vanessa and Leon relaxed.

"Oh, we found this." Leon got up and handed Claire the letter. Their hands brushed when Claire took it. She read it once, then again.

"Thank you," she said, so sincere. A stab of jealousy threatened to fracture Vanessa's ribs, followed by guilt - must be nice to know your sibling's alive. Leon nodded, staring into Claire's eyes like it would save him from this shitty night.

Vanessa found the carpet suddenly very interesting. Their chemistry always made it feel like she was watching something she shouldn't be.

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She spent most of her time in the RPD with Marvin. Vanessa learned it was supposed to be Leon's first day on the force - they got cake and everything - before things went to shit.

She knew he was bit. So did Leon, even if he didn't want to accept what that meant. She knew he was going to die. And then he was going to turn. So, she kept him company while he was still human. He told her about how Chief Irons ran off with some poor girl, and his Chief Deputy died. Marvin also told her about their efforts with Raccoon SWAT to try and establish the area around the station as a safe zone. He told her how that failed. When they tried to draw back, they were simply overwhelmed. He tried to cut off the better parts of the station from the parts completely overrun, but all it did was cut survivors off from safe passage and communication. He was the one that closed the shutters and diverted power to conserve it. He watched the cameras and tried to help survivors too.

He just tried so hard to protect people, and it seemed everything they did only exhausted and divided them. He managed to save a single truck full of people when he was attacked - Vanessa suspected that was the person he couldn't put down.

She told him about how she survived. How she heard the station was safe, and if it wasn't for him keeping the main hall secure, she and Leon and Claire would probably be dead too.

He showed her pictures of his wife and kid. So proud. She tried to commit them to memory. It felt important that at least someone remembered them.

He was practical. He thought of solutions, always looking for the next path to survival. Vanessa liked that about him. He didn't give up even when it was clear he'd been beat. He was the one that told them about the passage underground that might help them escape.

Vanessa was closest to him when he turned. He attacked her, and Leon had to put him down. He didn't hesitate, just like Marvin told them. It broke both their hearts.

She took his gun off his corpse to protect herself going forward. She wasn't a good shot, but it was better than nothing. In reality, though, she didn't take the gun just to fend for herself. She took it because she admired Marvin and she didn't want to forget him.

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"So, what did you do before all this?" Leon asked, making conversation as they made their cautious way through the secret tunnel.

"Uh, let's see. Dropped out of high school to help my mom pay bills. I worked at the Redstone Video right beside the subway station, got to be assistant manager just a week after my 18th birthday. Really on my way to accomplishing great things."

"Sounds like it," he said sarcastically. "What about for fun?"

"Watch movies, mostly," she said. She thumbed the rough grip on Marvin's gun as they talked. This place was fucking eerie, but conversation helped keep her mind off it. "I had a crush on this guy who worked at the CD store across the street, sometimes we'd go to see local bands and stuff. I go on this message board for urban legends, too."

"I can't stand those," Leon said.

"Message boards?"

"No, urban legends. Ghost stories. They freak me out."

"Probably won't be freaked out by much when we get out of this," she said. "Hey, think you can push that cabinet back a bit so I can squeeze through? I can help push it on the other side."

Leon complied, pushing the heavy cabinet enough that she could squeeze through. She hadn't even stood to her full height when a freight train slammed into her.

The wind was knocked out of her so hard she thought her lungs had collapsed. She struggled to get air in her lungs while something hard and fleshy lifted her into the air. She distantly heard Leon screaming her name, and then she was being tossed over a railing. Her body slammed against something hard enough to crack something in her shoulder. At least it broke her fall a bit.

She wound up flat on her back, chest convulsing for need of air and panic. Her vision blurred but she could see her attacker's feet moving towards her. She thought the rotting corpses were bad, but this thing was on a whole other fucking level. Once a man in a lab coat but a grotesque growth overtook one of his arms and the side of his face. He screamed, running at her.

She wanted to get up and run, but her muscles wouldn't move.

Breathe.

Fucking BREATHE.

Finally her lungs took in air. Sweet, sweet oxygen flooded her lungs and, like a switch, her body came back to life. She managed to scramble to her knees and crawl behind a massive steel drum as a pipe slammed into the tile where she was just seconds ago.

"Vanessa!" Leon screamed again, putting his hands on the railing.

"Wait, no!" She yelled back, but her voice came out weak, and then he was leaping over the railing to the ground below.

Vanessa rolled under another attack. She was on her feet now. Adrenaline overtook her system, fight or flight kicking in as her sneakers pounded against the tile.

"What the fuck is this thing?!" she screamed, sliding beneath a mess of piping while it's arm slammed down on it, barely missing her. She snapped her head up.

"It's not going to stop!" Leon called out to her, firing a few shots at the thing. Vanessa watched the bullets land in it's skull, but it didn't seem phased.

Oh. Fuck.

"Watch it!" she yelled as the thing turned away from her to engage him instead.

It walked through Leon's fury of headshots like he was merely throwing rocks at it. Leon backed away, and then they were out of her line of sight.

She sprinted down the hallway, catching only glimpses of them between piping and steel drums. It's arm was freaking out like an independent animal. Pumping, pulsing, stretching. An eye opened in it's bicep?! Then it wrapped a clawed hand around Leon's waist and lifted him up in the air like he weighed nothing.

She turned the corner and dropped to one knee, just like Leon taught her to do to steady her shot. She held her breath while she aimed, then squeezed the trigger. A stream of blood and ocular fluid erupted from it's misplaced eye. It dropped Leon and roared.

It started swinging the pipe viciously, screaming in pain and rage.

Vanessa was in the flurry of it before she had time to think about what a bad idea that was. She hooked her arm under Leon's and half-dragged him out of there. He was on his feet by the time they turned a corner, both of them panting with effort.

"I don't think words are gonna work on this thing," Leon joked.

"Really? Thought all rational debates started with swinging a pipe," Vanessa retorted through her heavy breathing. They looked at each other, hands shaking, listening to this thing slam metal and piping with harsh, metallic reverb.

"Those pipes are putting off a lot of heat," she observed. "I have an idea. Are you with me?"

Leon nodded. She took a deep breath and peered around the corner, trying to locate the thing in the lab coat. She tracked it's movements, guessed which way it would go, and took aim. Deep breath, hold, slow exhale. A bullet grazed the bottom of a pipe. It burst, erupting in hot steam directly in the thing's face. It screamed again, the area around it obscured in steam. She gestured with her chin for Leon to go one way before she hooked around the other.

They pincer attacked the thing, one hitting from one side while the other came up the back. When it got a little too close, she'd pop another pipe, and their positions would be obscured again.

It went on like that for what felt like forever, a slog of bullets, blood, steam, and nearly getting brained by a fucked up hulking mass of eyes and pulsating veins.

They finally got it down. Vanessa approached to land what she prayed would be a final blow but hesitated. The eyes that looked up at her were... pleading. Its human hand came up and gripped the bottom of her shirt, its mouth open to say something but only able to gargle. There was something still human inside it, and it felt like he was begging her to kill him. Leon was the one that shot him, and that humanity drained out of it instantly. It fled, leaping over a railing to whatever lay below.

A shudder rocked Vanessa's body as the adrenaline crashed. She backed up against a wall and slid down it, Leon following her. They sat shoulder to shoulder, Leon resting his head against the wall, while Vanessa held hers in her hands. She couldn't stop seeing it... human eyes begging her to end it.

She looked at Leon out of the corner of her eye. Head tilted back, mouth parted to get more air, sweat shimmering on his skin... his eyes fluttered open and he looked back at her.

"Thanks for having my back back there," she said. He just smiled.

"We should get going before that thing comes back."

She nodded breathlessly. She wasn't ready to get back up, but he was right. He stood first, reaching out his hand to help her up. She accepted. He pulled her to her feet with relative ease.

Just then, a ladder dropped down in the corner of the room. A flash of red, and then it's gone. She and Leon looked at each other, then shrugged.

When his back was turned, she rolled her shoulder and tried not to wince. The pain kept her focused at least. Kept her mind off rotting flesh and pulsing veins and human eyes.

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The Thief and The Moon chapter 9 | Skyrim fanfic

ohohoho another steamy chapter of my self indulgent Brynjolf x dragonborn oc fic... This one opens with a bit of self love...

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Twinges of arousal vibrated through her.  How dare the man be this sexy. She darted her eyes around the room and spotted her pack by the door to the outside. Looking back at Brynjolf, he was bare footed, shirtless, and had only his underpants to protect him. He scratched his side and closed his door, yawning. Allustria shut hers as well. She stood and stared at the wood for a bit too long, lost in decision mode, heart pounding in her ears.

Leave the room to go get her pack so she can change in her nightgown? Go out there and drunkenly bang on his door, demanding sex and blame it on the mead in the morning? Or to pleasure herself and pass out from exhaustion.  

  She decided on the last option. Allustria turned, blew out her candle, and pulled at the strings of her armor. She slipped out of the leather and crawled onto her bed, lying on her back. Her fingers rubbed down the curves of her chest and torso, before slipping between her nether lips. Her middle finger immediately coated in a hot slippery liquid. 

Her breath shuddered and she closed her eyes. Her form pulsed and begged to be explored. Starting off slowly, she teased herself. Replaying the recent view of Brynjolf in her mind, Sliding her fingers down her nub, then gently back up. Circling her finger around it like the rim of a glass. 

Her fingers explored further and slipped inside of her, earning a soft moan. Rubbing the pink flesh with one, then two fingers, spreading them to stretch her out. Her middle finger slipped down further and pressed on her back entrance. Pushing against it rhythmically. With each press, her body spilled out more slippery lubrication, making it drip down.

She wanted something filling her so bad. Stretching her and rubbing against her deep inside, but she didn’t want splinters from the bed post, and the hilt of her dagger was too hard.

  The only thing she desperately wanted was for Brynjolf to open her door, completely naked, and to fuck her sensless. The thought of his erect cock rubbing against her spread through her mind and she mimicked the motions with her fingertips. Lapping her up, rubbing his shaft against her little bundle of nerves. Back and forth. Then slowly pushing in, penetrating her, feeling the heat burn and spread down her calves. 

Her knees swung open, fully exposing herself to the room. She rubbed her clit at a faster pace.  Her chest slowly expanded and began arching her back, pushing her chest into the air. Her nipples were hardened with goosebumps covering her skin. 

“Ah-” involuntary sounds escaped her lips. She pressed her free hand against her mouth, so she wouldn’t give herself away. Mounds of pleasure were expanding within, her climax coming close. She would tactically slow herself and adjust the pattern to keep feeling this ecstasy for as long as possible. Sliding the length of her finger against her clit, then pushing inside, then back out, and repeat. 

The climax pushed and pushed until finally tipping her over the edge.  With a hitch in her breath, her body buckled, reversing the arch of her back. Her fingers lingered for a bit, tracing, until it became too sensitive. She lay back and waited for her heart to calm down. After catching her breath, she brought her finger to her mouth and tasted the contents. Imagining Brynjolf tasting her like this. Her lids lowered and she fell fast asleep.  

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Morning broke and Brynjolf snapped awake to the sound of Wilhelm opening the bar for the day. He sat up, out of the blankets, and held his throbbing head. Rubbing his face to help him wake. Despite the headache, he didn’t drink quite enough to forget last night. 

He stared down at his feet and thought back on the events. Their playful flirting, laughter, and seeing Allustria’s humorous side. He was particularly fond of the short lived moment where she straddled his lap. He smiled to himself upon remembering. 

“She’s such a flirt.” He hoisted himself out of bed, deciding to blame it on the mead and didn’t put much thought into it. It’ll just stay in his mind for later days to come. 

Dressed back in his armor, he gathered his things, and left the room.

“Quite the night I see,” Wilhelm says, gesturing to the array of bottles splayed about the room. 

Brynjolf laughed. 

“Sorry ‘bout the mess.” He plopped the owed coin on the bar. He normally would have haggled the price down to fit his standards, but he didn’t really feel like taking advantage of the man.

Wilhelm nodded his head. 

“Any luck with your lady-friend, there?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned. Brynjolf just shook his head with a light chuckle. 

“Ah, no worries. These things take time.” He took up a glass to clean and pointed his rag toward the door “That hers?”

Brynjolf turns. Allustria’s pack was knocked over on the ground under one of the chairs.

“Yeah, I better take it to her.” 

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Brynjolf knocks lightly on the door to Allustria’s room. 

“It’s me, can I come in?” He leans his head to the wood, but doesn’t hear a response. He turns the knob and slowly creaks open the door. “Are you decent? You left your pack out here.”  He peeks his head in. His eyes trail across the floor, sees her armor tossed on the ground, shoes kicked off in a hurry, and looks up to her bed. 

There she lay. Her beautiful hair cascading down the edge, almost sweeping the floor, her back to the room. She hugged a fur blanket to her chest, her backside fully exposed and naked. Brynjolf couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

he squoze through the crack in the door, and placed her pack on the ground next to the bed. His mind remembered his fantasies of pulling off her nightgown at the cistern,  her beautiful curves and soft skin. His heart skipped to the sight of her. She looked so sweet, hugging the blanket with one leg tucked underneath and the other on top. 

Starting to feel ashamed for staring while she wasn’t aware, he turned to quietly creep out of the room. 

“Huhn..” Allustria stirred. He froze. “Brynjolf?” He heard her whisper. He looked behind him. She was slowly sitting up, hair delicately censoring her nude body. She rubbed her eyes and tried to open them, but was squinting from the light.

“Can you get me some water?” Her voice was groggy.

“Sure thing.” He spun around and slipped back through the door. Being careful not to open it too much and exposing her to the inn.

He returned with a mug of cold water and some dried meat for breakfast. 

“Thank you~” She sounded more awake this time. Brynjolf leaned against the corner table and waited for her to finish her drink. Blanket covering her legs now, She handed him the empty mug.

“Now get outta here, so I can change, ya filthy perv~”  She smirked.

“Right, sorry.” He shielded his eyes for her entertainment, and left. 

When Allustria appeared from her room, she was dressed in her original fur armor with her top replaced by a leather form fitting top and a shoulder covering of furs. Far more fitting for the weather this time. The pair gathered all their things and headed out for the journey.

Brynjolf revealed a pouch of coin and jingled it for Allustria to hear.

“Took some souvenirs from the dressers in my room.” He winks. The elf tries to snatch it away from him, but he was too quick for her and tucked it away in one of his many pouches. She playfully huffed in disappointment. 

Shadowmere was lying near the water where they had left him. When he saw them approach, he hoisted himself up, and swished his tail. Allustria stretches her legs before attaching her pack to the saddle and taking her seat on the horse. Brynjolf jumps on after her. And with that, they are off to Whiterun.  

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They followed the road at a leisurely pace. Continuing to follow the river, past waterfalls, and down zig zagging mountainous slopes.  The skies were clear, birds were chirping, and things were peaceful. Suddenly the trees opened up and revealed an enormous valley below, speckled with volcanic pools. Allustria gasped

“I would love to go there sometime! Take a bath in the hot springs~ That sounds amazing right now.”

“Do you want to?” Brynjolf tried to hide his eagerness.

“Maybe on our way back, I have a job to do.” She leans her head back, smiling at him, upside down.

They leave the mountain path and arrive on a main road, crossing a bridge, and continue to follow the river. Turning a corner, a magnificent waterfall lay in front of them, with which the path climbed the next hill in the mountain to meet the top of it. 

The river turned to raging white rapids and a tower appeared on the horizon.

“Watch yourself, Lass. I think this is a bandit hideout.” Brynjolf whispers. 

“Hmmmm~” She hums a little excited tune.  Allustria gently tugs on the reins and Shadowmere obeys. 

“I’ll handle this.” She slides off of the horse and approaches the tower. A redguard woman, clad in similar armor to her own, gets up from her chair by a cooking spit, hand on the mace at her hip. 

“Hold it right there. This here’s a toll road. Meaning pay the toll, or find some other way around.”  The woman yells over the sound of the raging water behind her. Allustria stops about an arm's length from her. The woman cocks her head and raises her eyebrows.

“Are you daft? The toll is 100 gold septims, or fuck off!”

Brynjolf decided to dismount the horse in case he needed to intervene, but stayed near Shadowmere’s side. Allustria’s hand twitched, reaching for her hip. She took a step forward, looking down at her side, fumbling with her coin purse. The bandit held out her hand, rolling her eyes with an expression that showed she knew she was dealing with a weakling. 

Allustria smiled and placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder, who flinched and scowled.

“What are you—“ 

The elf thrusted her fist and pierced the woman’s stomach with her hidden blade. Blood pouring out, her eyes wide in fear, she slumped into Allustria with a choking gasp. 

Brynjolf flinched at Allustria’s quick movement, barely being able to react; it was done so quickly. Allsutria lowered the woman and knelt next to her as she bled, slashing her throat to finish her off. She immediately rifled through her pockets, collecting previous tolls that had yet to be delivered to the bandit leader. She turned to Brynjolf, chin tilted up slightly, catching the sunlight. Blood glistened across her cheek. 

“Want to do a good old fashioned bandit raid?” Nodding towards the tower.  

“… After you..” He agreed, feeling just a bit terrified of her.

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Yet another instalment of “I’m down bad for Jing Yuan so I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote.”

THIS IS FOR ME! THIS IS FOR MEEEE!!! IT IS SELF INDULGENT AND BASICALLY A SELF SHIP.

Jing Yuan x AFAB nonbinary Reader.

This story contains: Jing Yuan being a tease. Lil bit of spiciness but nothing actually happens lmao. Stubborn idiots in love. Jing Yuan has been pining for you/me for years and all he wants is for you to say I love you first. Possible spoilers? Read at your own risk. Reader’s face/ears get hot when they’re embarrassed bcuz that’s what happens to me.

Taking His Time

Rating: T… leaning towards M. It’s a lil spicy.

Minors DNI.

Jing Yuan holds you in his lap, your back pressed to his chest as he alternates between nuzzling your shoulder and pressing light kisses to it. “Won’t you admit it? I want to hear you say it…”

You shake your head no, face hot, and Jing Yuan lets out a heavy sigh fraught with disappointment.

“Were I not so inextricably fond of you, your refusal would dash my hopes. Thankfully, I already have a good idea how you feel for me, ___. You just need to admit it out loud.”

You’re certain that had your heart not been caged inside your chest, it would have burst out the door. “You admit it first, Jing Yuan!”

“Oh, I’ve held back for countless years now, my dear. Waiting longer isn’t going to trouble me,” he chuckles, this time pressing his lips to your neck and making you squirm in his relentless hold. “Just holding you like this is enough to tide me over.”

A whimper threatens to free itself from your throat when Jing Yuan nuzzles the space between your neck and shoulder, and your head feels like it’s spinning. How can he be so relaxed while you’re so amped up?! You try to wriggle out of the man’s hold, and he lets out a dreamy sigh and tightens his arms around you. “Stop being so clingy, Jing Yuan!”

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now. I am simply making up for lost time,” you can practically feel the smugness in his voice. “Unless you truly don’t enjoy being close to me like this… though, weren’t you the one who said that you wished to be closer?”

“I find myself regretting those words more and more with each passing moment,” you grumble. Jing Yuan lets out a defeated sigh, allowing you to leave his grasp. You do, moving to sit across from him, and feel your heart tighten when you see genuine hurt behind his pout. “I… sorry, Yuan. That wasn’t kind of me to say.” Now that you’re not being held by him, you feel conflicted. You now have space to ground yourself, but…

You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment. It was nice, being in his arms like that, as much as you complained. You’re a walking contradiction.

Jing Yuan gazes at you, his expression turning soft and his smile gentle. “What, did you want to come back?” He teases lightly, patting his lap. “I wouldn’t mind at all, you know. Feel free to crawl all over me.”

“You’re insufferable,” you huff, reaching out to lightly smack his shoulder. He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. You think steam might come out from your ears. Your throat feels dry, and you feel your face get even hotter at the knowing smirk he shoots you.

“Reject all these courtship requests,” Jing Yuan demands, and though his tone makes it sound like a request you know it isn’t one. “Spend more time with me.”

“Why?” You ask. You’re proud that it didn’t come out as a stutter.

“Because I want to spend time with you,” the white-haired general tells you bluntly. “And because I don’t want you to be engaged to someone else. The only courtship request I’ll be happy for you to accept is mine.”

The white-haired man you had seen as your best friend for centuries grins at you as though what he said was perfectly normal. As though he hadn’t just, essentially, said that he would be happy to be engaged to you. To marry you. To stay by your side for eternity.

Your face burns, and Jing Yuan leans forward, brushing some of your hair back and resting his forehead against yours. All you can see are seas of gold.

“Reject the proposals, okay?”

“Okay.”

~*~

Jing Yuan doesn’t say that he loves you. Instead, he pats the top of your head and presses kisses to your pulse points when you’re alone.

When you’re with him, you’re acutely aware of how close he is. Before, you had always been the one to touch him casually… Now, when you hesitate before touching his hand, shoulder, or his hair, he reaches out and takes your wrist himself, as if silently encouraging you to just touch him.

You send polite rejections to all the courtship requests you’d received. Jing Yuan grins when he finds out.

The two of you are in an in-between state. You can tell that something has changed between the two of you and both of you are aware… but neither of you have said the words that will move you from friends to lovers.

You desperately want him to say them. Every fiber of your being wants you to tell him how you feel, but you desperately want to hear him say that he loves you first. Not that he cares for you, or that he likes you…

I want you to say you love me.

Every day, if you don’t visit him yourself he visits you. Smiles down at you the way he has always smiled, and you just want to know for sure if he loves you or not.

You’re desperate.

He presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, and you gasp. A sharp intake of breath that makes you feel warm all over.

I want you to kiss me.

Jing Yuan chuckles in your ear, hugging you from behind, and you want to kiss him. You want to tell him how you feel and finally know for sure that he loves you.

You’re desperate.

Calloused fingers play with the hem of your tunic and with your hair and you want him to touch you. To feel his fingertips against your skin and

I want you.

You can’t hold back anymore. “Jing Yuan, please… I love you. Stop teasing.”

“Finally,” he breathes, holding you against him with strong arms and you want to cry, you love him so much. “I love you too. May I kiss you properly now, my love?”

Jing Yuan has waited for you for so long, he feels he can be selfish now.

Aeons, he loves you.

He’s loved you for centuries, for most of his life. All he needed was for you to say you loved him first, and he was a goner.

He was a goner from the first time you smiled at him.

Jing Yuan has waited for you.

“Please,” you beg, and you sound divine. Every second of waiting was worth it for this moment. He presses his lips to yours and you melt against him with a small moan.

Jing Yuan has waited.

“Yuan…” You whisper against his lips. Fuck, he can’t believe he finally has you. You mean the world to him. Jing Yuan closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

It was worth it.

#jing yuan x reader #honkai jing yuan #hsr writing #self ship #self indulgent fanfic #minors do not interact

[dwampyverse-content]

Ratings: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen

Additional Tags: Crossover, Post Canon, Mostly OCs, Musical Based So Of Course I'm Throwing Song Lyrics In Here

Heinz, Charlene, and Vanessa Doofenshmirtz fled Danville after Heinz was freed and they lost their cyborg army, but that doesn't mean that they're giving up just yet. They've resettled in part of the Tri-State Area that has been named "The Wrecked" by its citizens. As part of her lessons in dictatorship, Vanessa was given control over The Wrecked years ago. Now, the Doofenshmirtzes and OWCA are fighting over control of the region.

And the people, just generally don't care anymore. They're tired of all the fighting and destruction and just don't see the point of struggling for freedom anymore. Especially when all it's going to lead to is more suffering.

But in the city of New Forge, the propaganda central for both sides, something is stirring. People are starting to protest the unfairness of everything going on, the people controlling them on both sides who just want to take the other down. No matter the cost. Things are starting to change, and these kids are going to be at the forefront of it all.

#Didn't post this when I first wrote it so here it is now #Phineas and Ferb Across The 2nd Dimension #Icefire Studios Fanfiction #Self Indulgent Fanfic #Not in my MML Second Dimension AU tag because it's not really MML #That's probably why I didn't post it now that I think about it

[lady-starbind]

Stupid self indulgent fanfic

bc I was dumb and bored I decided to write a silly stupid self indulgent thingy w my oc Cryo and the new boi Grusha lol I see him and my thoughts are “I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY MADE CRYO A WHOLE NEW BOYFRIEND FOR SCAVIO!” jkjkjkjk lolololol This may or may not end up being canon, I just typed this down for funsies lol... Found the Grusha quotes from Bulbapedia fvbjkfdbvdfkjbv Be warned this might have light spoilers ig? ....That and this may not be the most accurate bc I don’t own Scarlet or Violet yet lol. ~Cryo Challenges the Glaseado Gym~ Cryo had just finished completing the Gym challenge for the Glaseado Gym, braving all sorts of icy slopes... Upon reaching the summit she met a Cetoddle who greeted her with the warmest smile. She giggled at the cute Pokemon and gently gave it headpats, giving him words of praises such as "Well aren't you just a handsome gentleman?!" "What a cutie-wootie!~" As Cetoddle was eating up all of this attention, Cryo was interrupted by an unfamiliar male voice.

"There you are!"

The voice called out to the Pokemon, who happily skiddered over to the owner of said voice.Cryo's eyes had followed the creature and then landed on what was, or rather who was presumably his trainer.

"Brrrrrr...... I'm Freezing....."

The gentleman shivered. Despite finding guile in his words... Cryo couldn't help but be beguiled by the man's beauty. Icy blue eyes were framed prettily by somewhat thick eyelashes. And equally beautiful was his icy hair that framed his mysterious yet handsome face. Of course stubborn Cryo wouldn't give an inch to a gentleman who had the absolute gall to complain about the lovely Winter weather the day provided. (truth be told, it was awfully cold. However awfully cold to most was typically nice and comfortable for Cryo) But before she could get even more lost in his beauty the silence was broken once again

"...I take it you're a challenger?"

Instantly being snapped back into reality Cryo responded.

"Yes sir I am..."

"My name's Grusha. I'm a snowboarder. Used to be pro, actually. Now I'm a Gym Leader."

"I saw you on the slopes. Your skills... Yeah, they were pretty cool."

"Thanks-"

"But don't let that go to your head."

"Hm?"

"Winter Mountains are dangerous. they can throw your life right off course, easy as that." "Same thing with Pokemon Battles, really... It's always the most dangerous when you're starting to get the hang of things." ...The way Grusha spoke gave Cryo a feeling that he must have had some sort of bad experience sometime during his pro-snowboarding days.

In any case, the gentleman gave Cryo a stern look as he continued his spiel.

"Today's not a great day to face me, you know... you're better off giving up." "You sure you want to battle me?"

"Give up?! To a foolish Ice Type Gym Leader who can't even handle the cold?! ...You've got to be kidding me."

Cryo then readied her Pokeball with her left hand.

"Bring it on, ya freezing fool!"

her gaze cold as ever, but with a glint of passion gleaming in her eyes. She was ready for this battle, and no amount of discouragement from Grusha was going to stop her.

"Still tryin' to act cool, huh? That's too bad."

Grusha then walked over to the other side of the battlefield.

"Well, this is my job now... so don't take what I'm about to do personally." "Get ready to feel the icy bite of reality."

and with that, Grusha threw his Pokeball across the field to unleash a rather elegant Frosmoth.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Not my fault if you get overwhelmed."

Cryo then sent out her Sneasel.

"Oh please give me a break, if anyone out here's going to get overwhelmed it's going to be the foolish Ice type Gym Leader who can't handle the comfortable weather out today!"

Both trainers duked it out with their Pokemon, Grusha proving to be quite the challenge to face. Nonetheless, Cryo and her Pokemon partners pushed through.

"You're not just talk, I see. But you're still one false step from a steep fall!"

"Bring it on fool!"

And so each trainer sent out their final Pokemon, Cryo sending out her Palafin and Grusha sending out his Altaria."Another Pokemon that doesn't have anything to do with the Gym's type specialty... he must be preparing to terastallize it." Cryo thought to herself.

"Battles are like mountains in winter--the situation can change in a heartbeat."

And with that, Grusha terastallized his Altaria. The Pokemon now covered in a beautiful crystal-like appearance, the snowflake on top of it's head symbolizing it's tera typing matching that of the Gym's specialty.

"C'mon Palafin, let's show this fool how to REALLY freeze the competition!"

Cryo followed suit, and her once plain old water type Palafin was now sporting the same lovely crystalline appearance Altaria had, complete with matching snowflake. Palafin had too, terastallized as an Ice type.The battle was heated.... it was very close, but Cryo and her Palafin were victorious nonetheless.

"You melted straight through my ice..." "Just like how I used to be..." Grusha muttered that last part to himself sort of

"Hmm?" Cryo tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, never mind. I should give you your Gym Badge"

and with that, Grusha handed Cryo her and her Pokemon's hard earned Gym badge.

"Hey man that was a lot of fun... Oh and before I forget, can me and you take a quick photo together?"

"Huh? You want a photo together to commemorate your win...?"

"Not really but... the academy I attend insists that I do so for each Gym Leader I defeat."

"C-come on, that's so uncool. I don't usually do that sort of thing, but... OK, fine. Special occasion."

"Sweet, thank you." Cryo coldly responded.

And with that, the Sub-Zero Shredder himself and his victorious icy challenger stood side-by-side. Grusha to the left, and Cryo to the right. Grusha held up the Pokeball shaped end of his scarf with his left hand while Cryo held up the same part of his scarf with her right hand. Unbeknownst to Cryo, Grusha shot her a wink while Cryo gave the camera her usual cold, unforgiving glare.

After their picture was taken, the duo left the field and headed off of the court.

"Oh, and before I forget--you should take this too."

Grusha then handed Cryo a TM for a move known as Ice Spinner.

"Sweet, thank you."

"Should be a lot more useful than some silly photo of you and me..."

and with that, Grusha proceeded to take his leave.

"Feel free to stop by again... if you don't mind the cold, that is."

"Are you kidding?! ...you're the only one who has complained about this perfectly lovely weather!"

Such remark earned Cryo maaaaaany looks as if to say "what the actual heck is wrong with you?"

Long after the battle was done and over with, and Cryo finally decided to take a look at the photo that she had snagged with Grusha.

"?!!"

"...And why is this loser winking at me?"Cryo coldly asked herself, not noticing the light blue that currently dusted her cheeks

Cryo was blissfully unaware that she was developing a bit of a crush on the Gym Leader and unbeknownst to her... Grusha had developed a small teeny tiny crush on her as well

#hahaha dumb story go brr #Cryo #Grusha #Pokemon Grusha #self indulgent fanfic #my fanfics #Pokemon #Pokemon Scavio #I ship these two so much jvfnfsjkvbjskbvksj #even tho nothing really happened between them in this fic #I just want them to drop everything and makeout and get married and have kids and- #u get my gist lol #I ship them very hard lmbo #I wrote this for myself #it's oki if u think it sucks lol