#vesperwrites

[lustlovehart]

Let This Be Mine

- summary: Nothing is his anymore, not even his own body, so just for once, he wants you to be something he can call his own.

- warnings: Before Boothill release, based on leaked light cone,

“Boothill, what are we exactly?”

If you were to ever ask him this, his charming cowboy persona would falter.

His eyes look back into yours, a dead stare piercing into your own eyes. In truth, the only ‘real’ part of his body left is, his face. A face he buries into your hands when you stroke his cheek, a face he lets lean into your neck whenever you hug him, a face he can feel you leave chaste kisses on.

But, his hand can’t feel the way your own fingers intertwine with his metal ones, his body can’t feel your own warmth wrap around his when you hug, his own body can’t feel you.

What are you to him? A constant reminder that he’s no longer living for himself.

Sometimes, when he looks in a mirror he catches himself thinking of you, and he doesn’t miss the way a blue seeps onto his face. He wishes he did though, he really does. It’s an unbearable reminder that, you bleed red, and he bleeds a color nowhere near it.

The pieces of pathetic metal his body is made out of, assists his feelings of shackles being bound to him.

But, you’re not apart of his synthetic life form. You’re apart of the very real side of him, the aspect of him that lets him cling onto whatever form of ‘human’ he has left. You’re a reminder of what he no longer is, but you’re also a reminder of what he has left.

Ever since being brought back to life, his first instinct was to look at his new model, closing and opening his fists as hard as he can, and not feeling anything. Repeating this cycle for days on end, until you came along. Instead of himself, he always looked at you first thing in the morning, the way you slept so peacefully, so humanly.

Moments of silence pass by before a mechanical shifting sound was heard, the cyborg bending his arms to pull you into him, caging you between his limbs and his plated torso.

“Boothill? What are you… “ the hug, it feels bone crushing yet warm, he’s not usually warm. “Are you okay…? Your system is heating up-“ he’s hugging you so tight, like you’re apart of him.

What are you to him?

“Ain’t it obvious to you?”

He would no longer live for himself.

So he’ll just live for you.

“I’m yours darlin”

I’m usually not too into writing for character pre-release, but I saw the leaks for Boothills light-cone and had to throw my two cents in.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #vesperwrites #boothill x reader #hsr boothill x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #vesconcepts

[vespersposts]

Dad's such a weirdo!

Hi lovelies!

This is an entry for @nuclevi event "Daddy's day Out" which celebrates Dad's day with a selection of stories our best boys facing fatherhood.

Useless to say who's the one i picked cause im obsessed!

Fandom: Kuroko no basket/ Kuroko's basketball

Rating: SFW

Words count: 1,7K

Header courtesy of @nuclevi

-> more knb stories here 🏀

"Are you and daddy getting a divorce?" 

the question comes to your ears suddenly, as your daughter helps you fold the bedsheets you had spread out in the sun, that early summer morning.

"No honey" you reassure her immediately "Sometimes he makes me angry and other times I make him angry, but then we talk about it and it all works out" you explain quietly, trying to figure out if there had been something that had triggered that insecurity. 

"Lately daddy got so weird, I thought it was because you were mad at him for things!" she tells you, widening her blue eyes, not embarrassed at all  for asking a private question, but surely relieved by your reaction. You pat her head and know she's not entirely done with the conversation, so you ask her if she's in the mood for a snack knowing full well that, just like her beloved dad, the family's little one is easily bribed with good food.

Looking at her closely, Mirai was no longer so little, but  day after day was growing up into a teenager.

Some weeks ago, you had mentioned it to your husband, but he seemed reluctant to accept his sugarplum's forthcoming entry into the wonderful world of puberty.

You clearly remember his reaction, too: he was astonished at the sudden awareness of that fact, to which he could not have objected. He began to feel a strange pressure , he was so utterly worried in so little time that he had forbidden his daughter to study with his childhood friend Shinji, as soon as he noticed that their relationship was beginning to be tinged with the shades of first love.

"But dad, he's good at Physics and I'm good at Math, we're a kick-ass team! We have to beat those section-B suckers at the finals! " she challenged him vigorously at the breakfast table each morning, playing on the innate competitive spirit of her father, who for the first time in his life, had been indifferent to her demands.

She had huffed, sulked, threatened perpetual silence, but for the first time since she was born, she had received a fat 'no' as an answer from her worshipped father, who now, for no apparent reason, has turned into a ruthless tyrant .

"Dad's such a weirdo, you should get a divorce, for real!" you hear her grumble, as she brings a large strawberry to her mouth and then furiously texts on her mobile phone.

You laugh, because at that moment you feel like you see your husband Daiki, when he tries to get his way, after he's been taken back by you.

"Come on, honey. I'm not divorcing your dad because he won't let you see Shinji!" you taunt her, earning a long frown and a shrug.

"This sucks, all my friends get to study in the library, I'm the only loser who has a curfew! A daytime curfew mom! The lamest thing ever!" the little girl tries to explain, as she turns the display on her phone to show you a picture of her little group of friends, with the ever-present Shinji Midorima sitting at one end of the long table.

"Mom… please, I will be mocked my whole life ��cause of your husband!" she whines.

"Mirai, the both of you need to cut it out. Enough is enough. I'll talk to dad, but stop sulking!" you propose, cracking a smile from her.

If you had been asked who between your daughter and her father was more stubborn, you would not have been able to answer. A dinner of half words had led to an equally tense after-dinner, during which the little girl had locked herself in her room, pretending to forget her weekly appointment made of movies and popcorn with the man.

"She hates me" 

Sitting on the wide bed in your master bedroom, a melodramatic Daiki greets you as soon as you get out of the shower, still wrapped in your white bathrobe.

"That's not true, she just wants some daddy attention" you smile at him, letting him join you in front of the walk-in wardrobe. You feel his large hands close on your belly, as he sinks his face into the nape of your neck to leave many small kisses on your damp skin. He’s so warm and comfy against your back, so delightfully provocative.

"You are tickling me" you say softly, turning to him, bringing your hand to his handsome face to lead him to you, and kiss him on the lips , aware that it certainly won't be just a kiss that will be returned.

"It's not fair, babe!" he sighs when you are forced to point out that his hand on your thigh, as much as it is always a good idea, would make you late for work.

"I know my love, I know " you smile playfully at him, as your fingers draw imaginary lines on his bare shoulders "My on-call shift ensures I can be home tomorrow morning, when you happen to be resting too.... Just a few hours and then I'll be all yours" you conclude, giving him a little kiss between the strong pecs.

"What was that?" he feigns outrage, cradling you in his arms some more.

"It's to remind you that you need to talk to your princess, and quickly. I can't bear to see both of you in this mood any longer” you tell him, closing your eyes, now that your head rests on his chest.

"Alright, alright" you hear him sigh, as he pulls away from you with one last kiss.

You smile at the thought of that almost seven-foot giant being intimidated by a tiny wren like Mirai. Your beautiful husband, so firm and swaggering in appearance but so tender and careful. Aomine, the ace of the miracle generation, who worries that his little girl might be heartbroken, might be laughed at by her schoolmates or, even worse, might meet a pervert with no feelings. He, so dedicated to his mission that pictures the patient and well-mannered son of Shintaro Midorima, the little boy who has grown up as well under his nose, like a bloodthirsty dragon.

You follow his slowly moving figure and, once again, you are enraptured by his strong back, broad shoulders and long, muscular legs. You smile back at him, catching the attention of those intense eyes that you can't wait to be eaten up by.

"Daiki?" you call him just before he leaves the room.

"Have you changed your mind already, babe?" he asks, sensing your state and smirking.

"Put a shirt on" you tell him, making him laugh.

You know that you shouldn't, but you also know that you can't resist the temptation of seeing those two stubborn people confront each other, so you hurriedly get dressed and just as quickly reach the threshold of your daughter's room, who has just let her father in, greeted with an exasperated look and a long sigh.

Mirai throws herself on the bed, face to the wall and arms folded, in the best tradition of her tantrums, heedless of Daiki's presence sitting beside her.

"Sweetheart, come on, look at me" he's telling her smoothly, rubbing her back gently, until the little girl decides to roll towards him, who can finally see her in the eyes.

"So what?" she asks impishly, gripping her mobile phone to let the poor parent know she has no time to waste. 

If you didn't know the trouble your husband is going through, that whole charade would look comical to you.

"I know you're mad at me" he tells her, moving the phone behind the pillow "Listen, you're growing up and I don't know how to handle things. You see, I freak out. A bit. A lot. I'm sorry" he lets out a big sigh.

"You surely do, dad!" underlines the thin voice of your daughter, far from willing to bury the hatchet.

"But I love you" he tells her, putting a hand on her head and caressing her hair.

"I love you too dad, but ...Everyone at school thinks I'm weird because of Math club, and you don't help giving me those dumb rules!" she whines, lowering her gaze.

"I get it. What do you wanna do, then ?" he asks her, letting the little girl sit next to him so he can look her straight in the face.

"I want to stay and study in the library with Shinji and the others!" she claims.

"That's it?" your husband's voice immediately picks her up, and you tend your ear because you certainly won’t miss the crucial moment of their conversation.

"I...I'd also like you to give Shinji permission to come home, just once in a while. Mum said she won't, if you don't agree too” she tells him all in one breath.

You can actually see her, your sweet, little, adorable daughter, rolling her big puppy eyes for her father to give in.

"Fine, but only if one of us parents is home, understood?" you smile when you hear your husband's voice surrender, sealing the final peace between the two.

You go back to your room to retrieve your keys and bag and when you call them to say goodbye, you find again the smiling and happy partners in crime, ready for their special evening.

"Are you ok?" you ask the little girl, firmly in your husband's arms.

"Yes mum, we made up. Daddy told me that now that I'm all grown up I can be mistaken for his girlfriend, how cool is that?" she announces to you at the height of her elation, which you hold back from dismantling.

"Good for you, my love!" you smile at your little girl, rubbing her tummy " Don't be late,don't set the house on fire while I'm gone!" you grin, as your husband stoops down, allowing  your daughter to kiss you, and then he does the same, of course in his own sultry way.

"Ew, so gross dad!" you hear the girl’s comment next to your ear, before her father puts her down to claim more reward for that heroic effort of his.

Too bad you've still a doubt left.

"Your girlfriend huh?" you ask him in a wry tone.

"Yeah. Damn Shinji needs to learn who's in charge!"

#Daddy’sDayOut #thankyoulevi #collab event #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine x y/n #aomine x you #aomine dad #💟 aomine daiki ! #knb x reader #kiseki no sedai #vesperwrites #vesperfairytales

[nectarineheart]

24 August

I made blueberry muffins today. It tasted so good and I couldn't contained my excitement.

#personal #writing #vesperwrites

[vesperbryan]

Metonymy

Metonymy,

Is the substitution of an associated idea for the thing itself.

I think the girl you know,

Is a metonym for me.

I think you mistook the fantasy,

For reality.

#vesperwrites #writeblr #poets on tumblr #original writing #original poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #metonymy #I'm sorry this is so edgy I'm cringing

[lustlovehart]

My Crime To Commit

summary: Blade can commit sins for you, but he would rather you hurt him thousands of times before you ever commit those sins too.

warnings: violence, blades

If you were to ask Blade to kill for you, he would do it. Not a hint of hesitation to be found, his sword swiftly slashing through the object of your aggression in cold blood.

But if you were to kill, he would rather you tear his flesh apart hundreds of time with a heated dagger than let you do such a sin.

He's your weapon, so why are you starting a battle unarmed?

It’s not him doubting your skill, it’s his centuries of experience that hold up his view. He knows what becomes of those who murder from their own free will, he’s one of those unfortunate souls. If you were to fall into the viscous cycle, he would be at a loss.

He doesn’t think of you as a saint, no far from it. He sees you as a person, a person that can alleviate his own sufferings. But he would never force you to, even in the worst midst of his mara striking. To be more accurate, you just calm it down with your presence alone, you’ve never done anything in particular.

But it’s never gone, the sensation his mara lets bubble in his body is still there, it’s just locked away in a pathetic part of his mind. That same mara that leads him to madness, the same thing thats caused him to shed blood on his resurrected hands. He doesn’t want you to turn into him.

So, he’ll patiently wrap his hand around yours, and help your fingers grip the handle of the weapon. He’ll even guide you to stab his heart hundreds of times if you so wished it, he’s weak for you like that, so he’ll do it.

He isn’t asking you to be innocent, nor does he want you to be guilt free. He wants you.

If you ever mention killing, his cold eyes will stare into your own while placing the nearest tool in your palm, and directing it towards him. His face only inches apart from yours, feeling him breathe through his nostrils. Take your rage out on him if you have to.

He views it as a connection of sorts. Share your feelings to him and he’ll guard them as much as he can, though his techniques of protection aren’t exactly sane.

He doesn’t speak, but you can tell from the firm grip on you what it is he’s saying.

If you’re his cure, let him be the disease you spread.

Lowkey this works with both regular and yandere Blade. (He’s just smitten) .

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #vesperwrites #blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x reader #honkai star rail blade x reader #yandere blade #yandere hsr #vesconcepts

[lustlovehart]

Hiii! I've never done this before but... What if Scara and reader had a fight... Like a fight fight... and reader was seriously injured due to him being blinded be emotions... What do you think would the aftermath of this...?

A/n: Yet again, another ask that i was originally gonna js give a short thought to, turned into something longer *sigh* (I need to stop doing this).

Summary: [Angst/Comfort]He could never say sorry, even in the moments it mattered.

Warnings: Harm to reader, Scars, Unrealistic Writing of getting hit with lightning,

———

During his time in the fatui, no one exactly had the galls of stopping his rampages. The balladeer is quite famed for his regular intervals of anger, you’re no stranger to it yourself, you’ve seen him mad. it’s just…

Hes never been angry towards you.

You’d get the occasionally scoff every now and then if you uttered something he found foolish, but never has he lashed out at you to such a degree. Not to this level. He’s painfully reminded by his ignorance as soon as his hand crafted eyes lay sight upon your bare form, a body, a human body, covered in scars from lightning. Lightning he inherited, lightning he engaged, lightning he struck you with.

There’s no doubt, the silence is defeaning while you sit with him in the empty room, waiting for one of the medical professionals in the fatui to check on you.

He’s silent. It’s rare. He’s never been quiet for more than 5 minutes with you. He’s either complaining or attempting to make small talk a vast majority of the time, typically the former. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t even stare at you like he always does. You’re about to break the silence before the harbinger breaks it for you.

“You don’t look okay.” He doesn’t look at you, his vision trained on the white tile at his feet.

“Yeah. you struck me with lightning.”

…

“oh.”

It doesn’t hit you until he releases a quiet ‘oh’ from his mouth. Something you probably know better than anyone else that has been on teyvat within his 500 year lifespan.

This man can not say sorry.

“oh? Oh? Kunikuzushi put your pride away for one second.” you don’t try to hide the frustration in your voice. You truly did not mind the eccentricities the puppet in front of you holds, you never did, not even when you first met him.

He still doesn’t answer but you can see the way his face winces and widens in the same moment. Seems he got way too accustomed to ‘Kuni’ and ‘Scara’ to remember that you do in fact remember his given name.

“What else should I say to you? I’ll strike harder next time?” He isn’t getting mad, he was only infuriated earlier, but not now. You can see his demeanor start changing. Whether it be in the direction you want it to go, you’re not sure yet.

“Maybe a sorry? An apology? A “oh forgive me [Name] I love you so much?” He doesn’t answer you, he only scoffs and fall back onto the back of his chair. You don’t miss the way his fingers dig into the cloth of his clothing, probably using it as a replacement for human skin.

The man can’t breathe, but you can hear him inhale and exhale before his next words.

“i don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to- well not at you.” It comes out softer than the other words hes said to you the entire period of time in the room. His eyes are finally off the floor, trying their best to maintain contact with your own.

Once again, all thats left between the space of you two, is silence. You look away from him for a moment, fiddling with the blanket draped over your legs. You’d like to assume that’s the closest you’ll get to an ‘I’m sorry from him’, but you can’t accept that, so you don’t reply. Ever since waking up, you never were able to see the scars on your body, only the ones on your arms. You wonder if they look hideous.

Your hand reaches behind you to your back, your fingers grazing whatever part you assume suffers scarring.

“Are you worried about how it looks?”

“No, not at all, fighting is commonplace in the fatui.”

“Lying isn’t good, you told me that yourself didn’t you?” Damn him and his pristine memory. You can never remember where you leave your keys yet he can remember things you’ve said to him years ago?

…

“No matter how scarred and beaten you are you’re still [Name] are you not?” With the way he’s looking at you, you’re sure this is another thing he’d want to keep out of the publics knowledge. “Even without your face i’d strike someone down for you in an instant.”

“Oh like you did to me?”

“…” Seems the sweet moment was ruined. You don’t mind though, it’s funny to you.

———

The weeks that followed still held some tension. You’d refused to see him for awhile. When asked by some trembling lower subordinate, one in which the harbinger had personally sent, why you weren’t seeing him, your reply made the soldier fear for his own downfall.

“He’s insufferable right now. I’ll talk to him when he shows me he’s not a man child who can’t admit his faults.” You’ve always been able to put up with his outbursts, but right now, you realize maybe you should turn up your attitude with him.

After that unfortunate event, not unfortunate for you, for the fatuss, your days have seemingly been more dull. You’ve forgotten just how eccentric the balladeer is. Waking up never seemed so boring, the puppet would either be by your side in the early mornings, or knocking on the door ready to whisk you away.

Seems that routine is coming back.

“Oh? Have you finally swallowed your ego-“

“I’m sorry.”

Seems he couldn’t go any longer without you, how sweet.

———

Tagging this, I was super confused if this could be characterized as angst w/ comfort or fluff. I just did both though.

#scara when reader used his full government name: #Reader: Kunikuzushi. Scara: 😨 #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #genshin impact x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff #angst/comfort #wanderer angst #genshin angst #vesperwrites

[lustlovehart]

scara has been the boy of the month for so long now i am just so desperate for sfw scara content id kill for any crumbs

A/n: Wasnt sure if you meant Wanderer or Scaramouche, so I sorta assumed you meant Scaramouche.

Summary: The ballader has quite the habit, and you're curious as to how deep into it he is, so you take it upon yourself to find out.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything?

Scaramouche has always had this odd habit of... Staring at you. At the begining you found it quite odd, but as time went on you didn't seem to be bothered too much by it, in fact, it'd be unnerving if he wasn't staring at you for once.

When you're not around for him to look at, his eyes will always fall on to something that reminds him of you, whether it be a book you had an acute interest in, or a mess you had left in his room because you had went out in a hurry. To him, if you're not there by his side, perhaps the next big thing is to cling onto whatever remnants you had left behind for him.

Whenever you walked through the streets of Snezhnaya, you ears can't help but pick up on his subordinates whispers, the cold wind carrying them through to you.

"Are you sure Lord Scaramouche and [Name] aren’t... You know... Seeing eachother...?"

"Whenever they're together, his eyes never leave them! It's like his pupils are physically attached to them!"

"The Lord even has a picture of [Name] in his pocket, though it changes everyday… I can't tell if he switches the photo out or if he just has multiple photos of them on hand..."

“Lord Scaramouche will surely kill us if he hears what we’re saying of him! Quiet down!”

Their discussions make you pause, you’re sure most of them are just exaggerations, but nonetheless you continue with your day, it's not like you could confirm or deny these accusations, considering you yourself dont even know that status between you two.

Though, you are quite curious as to what these photos he has of you are... Perhaps you can find out, a rare harbinger meeting had been issued as of today, so maybe now is your chance.

Your shoes click against his office, the cold from outside still being felt but not too much.

Your fingers slide open the drawer of Scaras desk, while not too neat, it’s not horrendous either. Your eyes immediately catch on to a little picture book, one he had always held on to but has never let you seen through, well almost always, he never trusted bringing any valuables to meetings, lest they be discreetly taken from him by a certain banker.

When opened it seemed to be photos of you, and some trinkets and hobbies you had mentioned to him about enjoying. Coincidentally enough, they were all photos you took awhile back with a kamera you had in possession before it had broken down. Each photo has a tiny date written in the corner, as well as a little descriptions of the events that had happened.

“[Name] and me walking through Snezhnya”

“[Name] looking at flowers”

“A butterfly [Name] took a picture of, it reminds me of them”

They all weren’t too descriptive, but they warmed your heart to see anyway. Your fingers flipped one more time before you were greeted by a photo you didn’t take yourself.

“Everything I want to give [Name]”

In the photo, several items you had expressed a liking towards were in frame, some expensive and others cheaper. This time, the description had been on the back of the film, neat handwriting engraved into the back.

“If I look at them long enough, they’ll be engraved into my memory, and I won’t have to be left with nothing again.”

You’re not too sure on what he meant by it, sometimes he seems to say something cryptic to you and then never explain it ever after that.

The more you think about it, that seemed too short to be something of his that he wrote. You put the photo book back into the drawer, moving your hand to open the next one before the door swings open at an immaculate speed.

“What do you think you’re doing [Name]”

“Uhm… Waiting, for you…?” The expression his face shifts into obviously tells you he doesn’t believe it, but all he can really do is walk towards you and grab your wrist, swiftly pulling you away from his desk. “Where are we going Kuni?” The both of you quickly dash out the door, a loud thud echoing through the halls with how hard the man closed it.

“We’re getting dinner of course, having to meet with those bastards has given me a headache.”

“I don’t have money on me right now…”

“What? I’m paying for you obviously, now hurry up.”

He doesn’t need to tell you about how he knew you were looking at his belongings of you, he just thinks of how lucky he made it before you could find the drawers, filled to the brim with letters he wants to give you, all of them in which, if someone else had laid eyes upon them, would have no doubt every single page is a love letter.

You don’t need to know how weak for you he truly is, and he’d like to keep it that way.

“So, do you really keep photos of me with you all the time-“

“Stop speaking.”

———-

Scara who is super in love with reader but never wants them to know that>>

#genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin impact x reader #askves #vesperwrites

[lustlovehart]

Hi!! I have never requested anything before, so I really hope that I am doing this right!! So I have been thinking about Scaramouche and reader having a secret relationship. One day they are making out in his office (still kind of sfw) and just before it gets too steamy, a subordinate knocks on the door and they both have to act like nothing happened with flushed faces 🤭🤭

I really hope that you get what I mean😭 It would be very nice, if you accepted this request!!/nf Thank youu!!!!!!!!

A/n: Coincidentally enough, I actually had something in my wips with this same prompt. Also, I may have gone a biiitt away from the exact request, but I think I still kept most of what you wanted!!

Summary: Sometimes the two of you are too absorbed with eachother to notice what surrounds you.

Warnings: Extremely Suggestive but no explicit NSFW, marking, like one sentence of angst

People in the fatui talk, there is no doubt about that in your mind. They don’t exactly try to hide their whispers, nor do they try to to disguise their gossip. All they can truly do is protect what leaves their mouth with the thin barrier of their hand covering what they say. Though, there has been one topic of note that every fatuus has been spouting as of recently,

“Are any of the harbingers in a romantic relationship??”

"Not sure... They seem to be very focused on the work the Tsaritsa bestows upon them."

"You're right... Though, it would be interesting, dont you think?"

Your hand immediately slams onto the harbingers expensive wooden desk, an attempt to catch yourself before you fall onto the hard flooring. Your neck is bent toward the left, allowing the man in front of you easy accesses to the area.

"Kuni.... Could you not wait... Ha... Until you're off the job...?" Your fingers are intertwined with his violet strands, his own hands in turn roaming up and down your body, wrinkling your uniform.

His lips pop off your skin, the feeling of wet salvia being felt. You can't see it, but if you did you're sure it would be extremely noticeable.

"Why would I wait? We can just do it now."

The two of you are only meant to collect paperwork for an upcoming exchange with another fatui branch, you have no idea how this had came to be.

His left arm reachs to your bottom, hoisting you up onto the surface of the table, his other hand wiping any items on the top to the floor, loud clangs echoing through the room.

"Don't you need those? What if they're broken...?"

"Don't focus on that, pay attention to me. Besides, my budget is enough to cover it anyway."

Right, Fatui Harbinger... Rich. His fingers grip onto the back of your head pulling you into him as his mouth immediately connects to your own. You're sure you can feel literal static surrounding the two of you as your lips lock against on another.

To him, though his body might not be human, every feeling you give him is enough to make him feel truly alive. If he had the choice to choose between you and godhood, he's sure he wouldn't know what to pick.

It doesn't matter now though, if he has you, he's sure life for him won't be as pitiful as it once was.

When you try pulling away from the exchange his lips follow you like magnets, it's only when you push away with more force does he remember that you need air, unlike the vessel he holds with a limitless lung capacity.

Your forehead is rested against his as you pant, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you, the man's hands is still groping at whatever piece of skin he could reach, a laugh leaving his throat as he looks at the flustered state you're in.

"What? Couldn't keep up with me?"

"Be... Haa... Be quiet..."

"What was that? I'm gonna need you to speak up [Name], my mechanical ears can't hear you."

You were getting tired of his comments, immediately pulling him in for more while his finger rush to take your shirt uniform off you.

Once he had taken it off, he didn't seem to care where it landed, only throwing it somewhere random in the open space.

His hands creep up your legs, ready to undo whatever you were wearing down there as well.

Since you had only expected to grab some documents, it seemed the thought of locking the door had completely escaped you.

"My Lord! The Regrator is currently asking for you-"

Your hands immediately fly up to save any dignity you have left of yourself, Scaramouches arms doing best he can to cover your body.

"Out."

It seemed the soldier was in shock, as his eyes could only keep between the two completely embarrassed individuals, one of them being half naked.

"Did you not hear me? I said leave." You're sure the subordinate saw him in a horrifying light, but looking at him up close you could easily tell just how red his face is, even despite having no blood circulation.

"Of- Of course my lord! I will be waiting outside!" He immediately dashed through the door a loud slam bouncing off the walls.

When you look back at him as his fingers pinch the his nose bridge, an obvious agitated look spread across his face.

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"Were you not taught by your caretakers to knock on doors before you open them? No... Maybe they're just as incompetent as you are."

Though your clothes were haphazardly put back on, you still stood by the harbingers side as he demeaned the fatuus, smoothing out any wrinkles your uniform had.

"Forgive me my lord..."

To be honest, you wouldn't have gone with the man, if it weren't for the fact you're sure he would obliterate the soldier if you weren't there.

"So... Are you and [Name] together-?"

"Continue talking if you wanna be sent back home in a coffin."

Though harsh words keep leaving his esophagus, you can still notice the vibrant red spread around his face when he replies.

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"Good job not electrocuting the guy Kuni."

"Who says I'm not gonna do It on another date?"

"If you don't we can pick up where we left off when we get to my house."

"Ha, if that's what you really want."

#genshin x reader #askves #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #vesnsfw #scaramouche smut #wanderer smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #vesperwrites

[lustlovehart]

Scarlet in Black

Pairing: Blade x Reader

A/n: I love Mr Bladie. Also if there are any spelling errors im so srry abt that <3

Summary: [Yandere] Blade appears in your home, neither of you understand why, but both of you know when he leaves it wont be for long. Though, you will never know of his plan that fate had secured for him. | Part 2 ‘Cease The Blaze’

Warnings: Blood, Breaking in, Suggestive Tension, Biting/Hickey, Implied Nsfw, Violent Thoughts (Bladie), Themes of Codependency, Implied Kidnapping

The house is pitch dark at night, the way it should be. Red scarlet eyes bleed into the dark, illuminating crimson into the shadows of your home, that is not how it should be.

The strong iron smell of blood, intruding into your nostrils, the thick pungent liquid seeping into the clean sheets of your bed.

"Blade, why are you in my room"

He does not answer.

The scent of the grotesque liquid continues to spread around the room, the deep red both beautiful yet terrifying. It’s all over him. You know it’s not his own.

“Blade.”

He always doesn’t answer.

The man in front of you continues to dirty the covers with blood that is not his own,at least, you think it's not. It makes you wanna wretch at the thought of having to sleep in it. Slowly you take a step forward, he could be stricken with mara as of the moment, but you continued anyway.

Your figure is soon in front of his, red eyes look up at you from the mattress. He doesn’t speak a word as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him.

You sat in his lap as your own clothes and skin are seeped with his crimes. It takes all the effort you could muster to not push him away. You take a mental note to take a shower immediately when he’s gone.

His face buries itself into your neck, a deep inhale of you before he exhales all his warmth into your skin, chills going down your spine at the feeling despite the heat of his breath. The fingers of the hunter squeezing at parts of you you’d rather not find blood in, but nonetheless you let him.

“Do you wanna tell me why you’re here now?” He takes a moment to respond, momentarily distracted with tracing his lips across your carotid arteries. Any longer and you’d believe he was a vampire ready to sting his fangs into you.

“Because of you.” Seems like he's leaving his descriptions vague once again.

“How informative.”

Perhaps your assumption of him being a vampire was more of a fact rather than speculation. Honestly, you'd prefer him being a Vampire than whatever he is now.

His canines put pressure on your skin, tongue lapping over the designated spot, saliva coating the patch of skin. You wince at the feeling, but put up with it despite it, knowing he could do much worse than he is now.

Even with the pain, you can tell the murderer in front of you is holding himself desperately back. If he truly wasn't restraining himself you have no doubt he could effortlessly break your legs as if they were toothpicks.

Actually, he might be thinking about it. (He is, but he restrains himself nontheless)

The pressure subsided as he lifts his lips from you, a dark purple left in the most obvious place on your neck.

You take a deep breath in, before speaking once more, fingers entangling into his hair, briefly getting caught in a part of it that had dried blood in the strands.

"Did you really come here for me?"

"Mm... Yes." Brief, like usual. His words sound deep, coming out from the back of his throat. "I was thinking of you." You don't say anything else, burying you head in the crook of his neck, it smelled disgusting but maybe it could distract you for a moment in time.

"When will you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Will I see you then?"

"No, not at all." Typical, whenever he visits no trace of him is left behind. Even after hundreds of visits, when you wake up in the morning it's as if he had never existed in the first place, the only parts of him he leaves behind being the hickies and bite marks he leaves on you the night before, perhaps even a sticky residue if the two of you were particularly rough.

You hum in a reply. The more you look at him the more you question whose blood it is, a twisted curiosity. His hands start to embrace dangerously close to parts of you that should not be touched by anothers blood. Before he could draw himself any closer he pauses, fingers immediately stopping his advance.

“Do you, want me to take a shower first?” The question shocks you.

"Wow, this is rare, you actually thought about taking a shower?"

"You wince whenever you get close enough to smell it. I thought it would help you."

"So you noticed that... Its kinda worrying that you only decided to start taking showers for it now though..."

"I wanted you to get used to it." You look into his eyes, opening your mouth, but no words seem to come out, only a breath of air as you sigh. He notices but doesnt say anything.

"Why would you... want me to get used to that...?"

"If you did, maybe..." He doesn't continue his sentence, silently trailing off as he stares into your chest.

"Maybe...?"

"No, nevermind. I can't let you."

Instead of continuing his sentence he buries his face into you, and you let him. He'll be gone by the morning. You kind of hope he doesn't leave, as if he was an illusion, but you understand the nature of his job.

Even then though, you can't help but grip onto him tightly, the drying blood digging beneath your fingernails. You don't want him to leave, not again. Maybe if you were to desperately hold on to him he would stay with you, he would want to stay.

You don't know when it happened, but at some point in this bond, you had grown way too attached to the only constant in your life.

You feel arms start to tighten around you, almost suffocating how close it was. The criminal in front of you pulls you down onto your newly washed sheet, staining it red. His arms don't seem to let go of you however.

"I'll stay with you."

The words sent a shock through you. Did he really mean it? He wouldn't leave you again.

"But that means, you're willing to stay with me in return. Will you shoulder the burdens that come with me."

Your mind feels clouded, you know you shouldn't but you can't help but want to.

In this vulnerable moment, you will never notice the violet eyes that play with the strings of fate watching in the corner, awaiting the script to properly play out.

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Depending on how well received this post gets I might-?? Make a second part that's either placed before or after this. Before being how blade and reader first had whatever they have, and after being smthn else.

#blade x reader #yandere blade #yandere hsr #yandere star rail #yandere honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #yandere #yandere yingxing #yingxing x reader #vesperwrites #honkai star rail #darkves

[lustlovehart]

Caught In Her Web

A/n: I love women

Summary: [Yandere] Dinner never seems to go right with Kafka

Warnings: Toxic date, memory erasure, unwanted touching, unconscious kiss

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Her gloved fingers tap against the wooden table, every sound only increasing the tension through the room.

"Hm? Oh, don't look at me like that, I'm not gonna eat you dear."

At this rate, you wouldn't doubt if she did take a bite out of you.

"Kafka, quit this, what do you need from me this time?"

"Don't be so heartless [Name], maybe I just wanted to have dinner with my favorite person through the universe's."

"Cut it out."

"I'm not messing with you," her leather covered hands slowly make their way into your own, both palms caging your own in hers as she makes heavy contact into your soul. "Let's just eat shall we?"

You don't reply, only looking hesitantly at your hand covered by her malice.

You knew of the existence of scripts, she never hid information from you. Whatever information she did withhold probably would’ve been stuff you wouldn’t wanna know anyway.

The food laid between you two, the steam floating off it being very visible, yet Kafkas eyes completely overshadow them, rather than being drawn to the appetizers your focus is entirely on her, you don't look into her eyes, but just staring at her gloved hands is enough.

She has that effect on people you assume.

Her left hand plays with your arm, the digits of her limb playful crawling up your skin until they catch onto your chin, forcing you to finally look at her.

"You know darling, it's common coutersy to look at someone when you talk to them is it not?"

"I'm not gonna look at you."

Her fingers quickly release you from her hold, a playful 'hm' leaving her lips as she takes a fork and, somehow, makes stabbing a steak look both violent and elegant at the same time.

"Fine, be that way, the least you could do is let me feed you."

"I doubt you'd give me a choice."

"Hm, you're smart, good," the knife cuts through the meat, her utensil slowly lifting it to your mouth, her lips telling you to say 'ahh'. "Be careful dear, it's hot."

You don't give her the satisfaction of listening to her, despite the heat of the food radiating off of it, you don't blow. You'd rather burn your tongue than make this criminal happy with you.

You were right, your mouth is in so much pain. You try to keep your face neutral, but you can't help letting a little of the pain escape.

"See, I told you it was hot. I just praised you too."

You swallowed, it hurt like hell, but you swallowed. You're sure if it wasn't boiling it would've been delicious, but what's done is done.

"Try to at least enjoy our dinner, this will be the last time I see you for a while"

"Hm, maybe you're right, that does sound like something to celebrate."

"Oh, so you're only witty when it comes to remarks against me?"

"Was that not obvious?"

"You wound me [Name]" she looked down at the food again, instead of giving you more she only sighs and pushes the plate to the side. "Seems the dinner plans fell through. That's okay, Elio saw it coming."

"So even your 'heartfelt' dinner was apart of the script."

"Not all of it, we were just meant to sit at table filled with food, that wasn't apart of the plan."

"So you decided toying with me would be funner?"

"Playing with anyone is enjoyable to me, it's just nicer when it's you." She smiles after her words. Just that, a closed lip smile at you.

You look at the clock she had set up, it felt more like a countdown than a way to keep track of time. 3 hours left, that's too long for you.

"What, so you added your flirtations into this dinner?"

The more you think, 3 hours left till what?

"Hm, I did, is there problem? I don't think I hide my liking towards you."

Your brain can't remember what it was you were waiting for. It's like the memory of what waited for you at the end wasn't there anymore.

"You don't, but I wish you did."

Keep... Date... As long... Possible...

She leans across the table, her lips ghosting over your earlobe, a deep laugh escaping from her throat.

"How will I express my adoration for you then?" Her whisper came out teasing, yet if you looked past that, you can hear her underlying annoyance slip through the cracks. "Perhaps lock you in a golden cage like an innocent bird? Or should I do like a spider and trap you in my web." You sit still, not daring to move.

"Jokes of course, though, I would like for you to stay with me."

Feint words of broken memories invade your head, beating like some painful headache.

"Once this is over, you'll be different. It's sad I won't be able to keep the [Name] I cherish, but it's the price we have to pay for the script. These last moments will be what I'll have left of you, so I hope we can enjoy it together.

The whispers felt familiar, like you've been through it before. Spirit Whsiperer...

"Now, can we please enjoy this last meal of peace before it changes ?"

Your hands grab onto her as you push her to her side of the table. Your breaths were heavy once you remembered the situation the damned clock. Looking back at the time, how could time go by so quickly?

1 hour left.

"Don't try using that shit on me Kafka. It was 3 hours left 10 minutes ago how the hell could that be."

"That's the [Name] I like to see." She doesn't answer you, not a single question. While you frantically shake her.

"I told you myelf, I really do enjoy messing with you." Her hands aren't gloved anymore. The leather long being discarded, her fingers slowly reach up to your cheek pulling you closer to her face.

Her fingers are cold, like a corpse. You don't shiver though. Her touch is the most undisturbing part about her. It's what makes her so horrifying.

"Times up dear." Her thumb ghosts over your lips, gently placing her digit on you. She stand up from her seat, being eye to eye to yourself, her other hand placing itself on your waist, seemingly pulling you closer.

"Boom."

Your vision blacks as your head falls forward, the last thing you remember being the soft feeling of your face resting on her shoulder. Ice cold fingers are left stroking your head as the sound of a door opens.

"At the end of the day," Though you're out cold, deep down she wishes you can feel the way her freezing lips place a chaste kiss on your own. "I'm a selfish woman."

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A dim light is all your blurred vision can see, the sound of a feint hum ringing through the empty space as well. Your head is rested on what feels to be someone's thighs, whoever it is must be the one rubbing circles into your chest, more specifically, the area where a heart would be.

It's not beating. Your hearts not working.

"You're awake." Your eyes clear as you look up at the woman smiling from above. She's beautiful.

She's familar.

"Do you remember me?"

"..."

She waits.

"Do you like me?"

“I…”

She doesn’t say anymore, only tracing patterns into your skin as she waits, that unwavering smile still on her face. The lights grow darker. You don’t hear a throbbing in your ears, something someone with a heart would hear in distress. You don’t have that anymore. Well, maybe not anymore, you can’t remember if you ever did have one.

“Who are you?”

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[lustlovehart]

since reqs are still open i have a thought,,,,

scara/wanderer falling in love with reader all over again after he forgets them and everything else after the attempt of becoming god feel free to ignore those

A/n: For the sake of this request, he forgets who he is for months instead of just a day.

Summary: He’s had no name for so long, maybe his salvation is the voice that has remained in his head. Though, it seems that voice has turned to reality.

Warnings: Told from his perspective, Wanderer without his memories, but bonus is when he does get them back, Spoilers for Sumeru, Scara wants to kill Dottore, Jealousy, Kinda corny

Puppets are meant to have strings, and yet he is forced to lift his limbs on his own. Puppets have puppeteers make them do what they must yet he has to think for himself.

It makes sense, yet why is he left to walk without a purpose.

It feels like he's forgotten something from his past, yet there is no past for him to remember.

"Kuni... Have you... that isn't my... Huh...? You're just embarrassed I... pictures... Didn't hide... Okay... Think it's sweet... from you...!"

It's like his brain only had memories of some broken past he could no longer recall. Yet, he still finds some worth in the broken words that echo in his head.

"Uhm sir...? Can you please hand me that sunsettia? I have the Mora for it."

His trance is quickly dissipated as the voice in front of him is sounded. It feels familiar yet he doesn't have it saved in his brain.

"Huh...? Oh sure."

With no sure background on himself, nor any real idea of how he came to be, he's stuck working many jobs. His finger tips quickly brush against the hand in front of him, it felt like static rushed up to his chest, though he lacked a heart it felt as if there was one there.

"Thank you, I'll be taking my leave, so, have a good day." Familar...

"Sunsettias and Bulle fruit are kinda different huh? In fontaine, there's this certain candy made out of it, have you ever had it Kuni? No? I'll bring you some when I go back! You wanna come too...? Wha?! Don't act like you didn't say that! Hey don't walk away from me!"

Before he could reach out and ask for your name, you had already walked away from him. It didn't feel like the first time it had happened either.

A week later, all he could remember was that single interaction. His fingers still tingling whenever he remembered you.

It's as if he had some third sense for you, the moment you step into the bazaar his eyes quickly looked toward the direction you had cam in from.

"What is your name" his hands cling onto your wrist, even though you weren't planning to leave any time soon, almost like he felt as if he let go you would disappear once more.

"Wha...?" You're still not too caught up in what it is exactly he's asking so your don't answer, only quirking your eyebrow at him.

"Name?"

"Mine? It's [Name]...?" He quietly whispers it under his breath, like a mantra, a prayer. When he says your name again it's like it melts off his tongue.

Like you belong there on his lips.

"Am I in trouble? I promise i didn't steal anything from the stand sir!"

"What? No no, It's not that." He pauses before he speaks, a little hesitant while he thinks of his wording to dish out, how does he ask without coming off as weird? "I think... You're... You seem familiar."

"Hm? Well I do get supplies here often so maybe that's it-"

"Can we have dinner later?"

"Wait wha? Well, I mean we can, but I only know you as the vendor here, so that's kinda sudden is it not...?" He takes what you say into consideration, but only shrugs his shoulders.

"It probably is but, I wanna talk to you more." He couldn't let the opportunity slip between his fake fingers, for such a long time since he had awoken, it's like your voice had been in his head for such a long time.

No, not like... Your voice has been with him.

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Months had passed by in such a hurry, yet he still had no title to go by. He didn't have anything attached to his person, so he told you the name he remembers feint whispers of.

"Kuni...?"

He can tell in your expression the name is familiar on your tongue, but does not hold any memories in your head. He doesn’t mind though, it's nice to hear you adress him, even if if the name you speak isnt one he remembers.

It doesn't take long before occasionally meets up turned into daily hang outs. There wouldn't be a second where you two weren't attached by the hips.

The two of you sit on the highest branch of the tree located at port ormos, your head rested on his shoulders while the wind calmly brushes by the two of you.

"Kuni." He doesn’t give you an answer but you can feel his eyes bore into you.

"I have to leave next week. Something urgent came up and… My job needs me to leave sumeru for some time, i’m not sure how long though." His expression doesn’t give too much away, but when you lift your head to look at him, the slight squint in his eyes is all you need to know he’s upset by it. “Don’t give me that look, it probably isn’t gonna be for more than a month anyway so i’ll be back soon.” He turns his head away from you, presumably to hide whatever look he has splayed on his face.

“Don’t be like that, besides, it’s my birthday soon. It’ll give you time to prepare for when I get back.” He still doesn’t answer you. A sigh leaves your throat before your hand reaches up to his face, pulling it closer to your lips as a quick peck is placed on his cheek. It’s enough to stun him a bit, watching his brain short circuit in real time while a smile cracks on your mouth.

“What would you want anyway? You’re not too open about your wants.” It’s nice to know he cares. Though you don't give him a straight answer, once again deciding to mess with him.

"Who knows, maybe I want you-" it doesn't take long before a palm pushes your face mid sentence. "Wha?! I was gonna ask for food."

With the way his face is turned, you'll never notice the way his face is warmed. He's sure if he had one, his chest would be beating sporadically.

He hopes the two of you can last.

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Bonus:

It had been awhile since he had last seen you, 2 weeks maybe? At the time, when you had told him on your little date, he didn’t think much of it, he had only the memories of the clothes on his back to stick to, so he really believed it was for a simple job.

But with his memories back, he knows what your "job" truly is. Formerly, you were his assistant back in his harbinger days, but now that he is no longer the ballader, he can only seethe in silence at the thought of you being a differnt harbingers aid.

He might even go insane if he finds out you're to be working under The Doctor.

God Forbid, he finds out that man has been messing with you, he'll gladly become a god once more if that means he can protect you, or better yet, destroy him.

Instead of his hiding spot being a place to relax, he's now left with the thought of Dottore in his mind, it makes his hands curls into balls, grassblades ripping apart at how tight he's clutching his fists, he's sure if he was human there would no doubt be blood pouring out-

A sudden weight had jumped on him from behind, arms quickly tightening around him, a familar head coming into view.

"I finally found you." His eyes are right in front of your own, like your eyes are locked onto his and he can't look away from you. "I was worried, about you, ever since I had come back yesterday, you weren't at the usual spot."

Of course he wouldn't be. He had finally remembered his past sins, he no longer felt worthy enough to lay by your side.

But he still had some sense to at least protect you from the shadows.

"I just felt like changing the scenery is all."

"Hm? You've never wanted to do that before. Did something happen?"

His fingers... His fake fingers, tightly grip onto your very real arm.

"Maybe I've grown a hatred for doctors, is that not reasonable?"

"Huh...?? It's certainly random to change a spot for that reason that's for sure."

"If a certain doctor had any copies of himself, I would've loved to rip him to pieces."

"Okay future serial killer..."

He doesn't answer, maybe... Maybe it's best you don't remember his past atrocities with him.

"Perhaps you're one too [Name], who knows, maybe you're just as bad as me."

Your head leans forward, resting your chin on his shoulder while he talks.

"If that's the case, we really are meant to be huh?"

He let's a laugh escape his throat, not the usual one he lets out, filled with joy, it's filled with something more sinister, menacing? Yet it's still filled with some love for you.

"Yeah, that might be why we're together again."

"Again? Did you date a doppelganger?"

"Just sit down."

" Oh wow, that's some new attitude."

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Wanderer before he got his memories back would probably be really awkward so I tried to incorpate that. (I wrote this really sporadically, so there's probably a lot of mistakes and really rushed I'm so sorry 😔)

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scara #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #vesperwrites #askves #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff

[lustlovehart]

Cease The Blaze

A/n: Takes place a little after “Scarlet In Black”.

Summary: [Yandere] Blade isn’t so sure anymore whether or not you are safe anymore, not even from yourself. It brings a question to his mind, should he try to save you? Or should he watch as you crumble by your own hand? He already knows the answer, and it’s definitely not the latter.

Warnings: Reader is wounded, Possessiveness on Blades part, Burning, Implied Imprisonment, Kinda angsty, Blade desperately wants to protect reader but doesn’t know how anymore

Blades eyes stare the deepest holes into your soul, his fingers wrapping the once pristine white bandages around your chest, his fingers grazing against bare skin, leaving a tingly feeling through your nerves.

"You really didn't have to do this Blade, I could've-" His fingers tighten significantly, though you don’t think he was trying to hurt you. “Gh..! I could’ve wrapped myself up…”

“No, you don’t need too. I’m doing it.” You don’t reply to him, only looking down at his hands as they worked, you didn’t dare to look into his eyes, they’d just serve as a further means to shrink down in embarrassment. When he finally finishes bandaging your wounds back up, he sits right next to you on the rock he made you rest on.

It was night where you were rested, the fire that laid in front of you burning a brilliant flame, it’s too bad you should never touch it.

“So, I thought you were in another solar system… Do you have some sort of third sense for me specifically?” Your eyes finally make contact with his own, smiling a little in hopes of lightening the tense mood with a joke.

Majority of the time he just looks at you, but there are a few instances where you can notice a tiny little quirk in his lips. You guess that isn’t one of those times though, with the way he replies in his usual straight face.

“If that’s what you wanna call it.”

“So you’re admitting to just magically knowing when i’m in danger?”

He lets out a firm ‘mm’ sound to the question. You assume he’s only agreeing to stop you from asking anymore, but even then it makes you laugh a tiny bit.

“Don’t know whether or should be creeped out or thankful? Kinda comforting knowing i’ll have you come rescue me whenever I need it.” For a moment you notice Blades eyebrows furrow, the moment once more going back to a stifling aura.

In his own mind, he finally thought about it, he had been too preoccupied with the feeling left in his chest to notice it himself, what happens when he can’t come to your aide? What if someone else caused harm to you and he couldn’t stop it. No, perhaps even worse, what if you cause your own demise?

After he had finally found something in his eternal damnation he enjoyed, is he really willing to let it go that easily?

“Not always. Don’t be so naive with your thinking. I’m not an aeon who will be the back of a chair you can easily lean on. What happens to you when you lay back and there is nothing to keep you from falling?”

“Wha…? What are you talking about…?”

“You fall [Name]. You fall and get hurt.”

You’re not too sure on how to reply to him, so you go back to gazing at the sparks of the blaze. A few minutes pass by, no maybe not even a few, half an hour had went on, neither of you speaking a word.

The inferno dimmed slightly, yet the fire felt even hotter than it did before. Your palms reach out without even thinking, finally feeling the burn before Blade bandaged had firmly grabbed onto your wrist.

“Do not touch that.”

“I wasn’t going to…”

The two of you don’t say anything else, your eyes only making contact with the inferno again. It was no longer as pretty as it once was, in fact, all it did was burn your eyes. Not Blades though, he wasn’t looking at the fire, he was only looking at you. Hesitantly, his hand grabs onto your shoulder pulling you in. His movements were stiff, yet you let him.

“I don’t want you to suffer.”

“What? Like-” you only stop yourself before talking more. ‘Like you?’ It was messed up, but you were starting to get sick of the vagueness in his words.

“Last time I saw you, you were covered in blood, not even a speck of your regular clothes could be seen. You shouldn’t worry about me being the one who’s ‘suffering’.”

“It’s blurred together, everything. The only thing that isn’t fogged by scarlet in my memories is my past.”

“Why don’t you revisit that past then?”

“That it is no longer there for me to revisit.”

Hot. The fire is burning you again. You blink a couple of times looking back at the man, no, the weapon perhaps?

“I have something else in front of me that isn’t tattered in bloodshed, I’m not willing to loose that.” He pulls out a red ribbon from his side, taking care in wrapping it around your wrist, the color reminds you off his eyes, and it smelled faintly of strawberries. When he finishes it up, he had shaped it into a tiny bow on your wrist, it’s kinda cute.

“What did you mean by ‘not willing to loose that?’ By the way? Is it another one of your cryptic sayings?”

“No. I mean it truly this time.”

For once in the moment, he doesn’t look at you, while all you did was look at him, confusion littered around you face.

After than neither of you spoke a word, until you dozed off, the last thing in your vision being the way the fire had went out, as if it had never been there, the only remains of it being the ashes it left in its wake. Blades calloused hands were still on your body, like before, he feared if he let go for even a moment you would be gone too.

Carefully he lifts you up, carrying you through the plain of nature that had surrounded you. In moments like this, he would always return you to the comfort of your bed, never leaving a trace of him behind for you to find.

“So Bladie, are you finally gonna bring them along with us? It has been a thought of yours for awhile has it not?” Her voice was undoubtedly the most recognizable thing about her, that and her blank eyes that always seemed to hold no fear. “The night I was waiting for you two, I expected you to bring them along right then. Why now hmmm?”

“They’re not safe. That won’t work.”

“I thought it would be their choice whether or not that was okay.”

“No. I want them to stay. If it means keeping them away from themself even, i’ll do it.”

His footsteps clank against the steel floor of the Stellaron Hunters ship, Kafka following close behind.

“Is that enough for you Bladie?” Her tone is of the usual, a bit condescending and playful, yet it makes him pause, if even for just a brief moment.

“If it means even a minutes escape from my suffrage.” She smiles at him, closing her eyes as they continue strolling through.

She knows what he said isn’t true. It won’t take long before his greed for you takes over, craving for more of your warmth as he starves for whatever you can give him. Maybe if he had taken you sooner it wouldn’t hurt so bad to watch you reach for home in front of him.

When you wake all you’ll remember is the way the fire had felt, the final feeling of the outside you can ever feel for yourself. In your last moments, you wished you had touched that flame, even if it meant being burnt.

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Gonna be completely honest, I actually don’t enjoy the way this came out, but i wanted to highlight the softer side Blade has for Reader? While also showing how much he wants to keep them in his life. It definitely could’ve been better, but if it’s that bad, i’ll just rewrite it another time.

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[lustlovehart]

Summary: [Angst] The balladeer watches as you receive an electro vision right in front of his eyes.

A/n: I love him, but felt like he should be sad on his birthday tbh <3. (The bonus is a bit happier though so enjoy that all you want.)

Warnings: Mostly pure angst, but some possessiveness in him, not to the point of being yandere though.

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Your fingers tremble as you look at the man in front of you, his face typically adorning an expression of scorn a vast majority of the time. You’ve gotten use to the look, others feared it, you used to as well, but eventually time passed on and you’d grown accustomed to all sides of him, perhaps not all, only the ones he was willing to show you. However as you look at him now, the mask he wears on his breathtaking features, make you loose your breath.

He had no emotion, none that could be seen at least.

Your hands griped tighter onto the purple glass ball that had floated in front of you. You tried your best to stay composed but the stiffness of your joints had made it obvious.

"Kuni-"

He turns away, something he never does. You’ve never witnessed him not look at you, to the point of growing accustomed to his watching eyes. His body continues to get smaller and smaller as he walks further and further away from you. Unbeknownst to you, the puppet had turned his figure away in order for your eyes to not gaze upon his crumbling composure, the exact thing that led him to not be worthy in the eyes of god, no… the eyes of his mother.

No matter how hard he himself tried to deny it, he understood his feelings for you were the wretched thing called ‘love’, which is why he lets himself gaze at you with such an emotion in his hollowed chest. In fact, thats all he can feel when he’s around you. Yet as of this moment, he no longer knows how he should feel.

The scene of you, would typically make his heart race in way that seemed unhealthy for the regular being, yet, the image of you, holding the vision his mother had ruling over, struck a chord with him. He feels, grief. If he was still the way he was before he met you, he’s sure he would’ve ended you right where you stood, jealousy filling his veins full of unfiltered anguish at the thought of a mere mortal being chosen by Celestia as an potential candidate to ascending like his mother.

But, this is you, not some random stranger, not a random mortal beneath him. It was you who was chosen by a higher power.

You walk closer behind, even through his fake skin, he can feel the warmth of your very human body, transferring to his puppet one. But even with the fluttering feeling you gave him, he could not help the words dripping with venom spill from his lips.

"Give it up. Do you believe your grandiose belief of ambition reached the heavens? Do not forget, I am the only one you truly need in this cruel world."

In your eyes he can clearly tell the shock you held for his sudden change in deamonur. A complete 180 to the way he was just prior moments ago.

"What...?"

"Did you not hear me the first time? You dont need that so called 'blessing', for you already have me, its foolish to believe you need anything other than me. Am I not capable enough? Am I...." his words seem to catch themself in his throat, like he was holding back as to not further embarrass himself, yet the words make it out in the end.

"Am I not enough for you too...?" His hues dont make contact with, almost as if he was the young puppet he once was again.

You only stare at him, not understanding the underlying message of his words. The silence was deafening, yet as it continued, he could only sigh before walking away.

"At least be with me, [Name], even if you were the one who's worthiness was recognized, I want you to still care for me the way no one else had stayed." His words faded away with the wind though quiet, they were still there.

[Bonus]

In the dead of night, your eyes are trained on the dim candlelight in the room. Despite its unsure flame, it still stayed lit as it wavered. Similar to the man who laid beside you.

You couldnt remember his words anymore, but even then you doubt youd understand the context. His arms are tightly wrapped around you waist as you laid still, despite his unique trait of not needing to breathe, it still felt as if he was inhaling you as much as he could.

"Kuni, just what did you mean by 'too'...?" Despite your words being barely a whisper, it seems his mechanical ears still heard what you had said.

"That doesnt really matter anymore. All that matters is that you dont become the forth of it all."

"What does that even mean... I swear you need to start making sense for once..."

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This was made while I was like half asleep during class, so if it isnt too good please dont blame me you guys.

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Wildchild Masterlist

💮A Knb long story featuring you, Akashi Seijūrō, Aomine Daiki with hints of KuroMomo.

Disclaimers corner: all characters belong to their respective authors, they are used for writing purposes only.

🌸[content suitable for mature audiences will be reported in the relevant chapter post]. If underage i kindly ask to skip those chapters. 🌸

💣PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: long story, contains angst, fluff and smut parts.

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Hi Lovelies! 🤍

Here's a map to ease up your staying on my KNB blog, hope it helps. If you have authors to suggest / ideas/criticism please leave me a message in my DMs (anon are welcome if you feel shy) ! 🤍

Love always,

V.

💮Wildchild 💮

A long story. A love triangle between you, Akashi and Aomine,with hint of Kuromomo. Updated randomly.🌸[content suitable for mature audiences will be reported in the relevant chapter post]. If underage i kindly ask to skip those chapters. 🌸

❤ Reap what you sow ♠

Another long one. It is based on Akashi's prediction of an adult Daiki finally realizing the true nature of his feelings for his best friend, but also on group dynamics and more or less binding choices to which one decides to submit.

🏡 Housewarming🏡

What would happen if our best boys moved into your building? What kind of next-door neighbor would they be?

A collection of fluff one-shots starring YOU + GOM, Taiga and whoever you want (let me know in DMs and comments). The stories assume that the guys are adults (25-30 years old) and so are you. For each story I also came up with a small mood board, feel free to comment on it!

❣ The jar of kisses ❣

This project was born out of a fantasy of mine, namely to leave your loved one a jar with a series of notes that might remind him of intimate moments you shared with him, so that he does not miss you too much. Hence the cover slogan 'The kissing jar, hot but always sweet, for the days when lips cannot meet'.

⚠ This series of stories is intended for an adult audience as NSFW, so if you are not of age (18+) please do not read any of these stories. ⚠

🚗 Drive! 🚗

This serie was created after a brainstorming with some of my amazing blogfriends and readers, that's why is special to me.

I believe that means of transport are excellent vehicles for a story that tells a life moment, a feeling, an everlasting memory for one reason or another. If our guys are behind the wheel, even better!

🥂 Collaborations 🥂

One shots stories for events and friend's blog.

🔐 Vesper' specials 🔑

Oneshots on festive or special days, small gifts to celebrate all together!

🎄Christmas

💘 Valentine's Day

🏣 Drabbles Central 🏣

Got an idea? Send me a DM and let's write it down together!

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Authors and blogs I love.

👩‍🔧 Blog credits 👩‍🔧

All characters related to the worlds of KNB are the property of author Tadatoshi Fujimaki.

Stories imagines are from free sources or authorized ones, if not unless otherwise specified.

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Wildchild

A Knb long story featuring you, Akashi Seijūrō, Aomine Daiki with hints of KuroMomo.

Comments, constructive criticism and advices are so welcome and appreciated; my dm box is open and I won’t cancel comments unless they are insulting.

The characterisation of the personalities was inspired by the canons and works of the following Tumblr authors, whom I thank in advance: you are a great source of inspiration.

@sabyss, @touchstarvedirl, @mhynvxii, @aominedaikitheace,@storyhuntress13 @lamnwar .

Let me hear your voice!

Disclaimers corner:

All characters belong to their respective authors, they are used for writing purposes only.

[content suitable for mature audiences will be reported in the relevant chapter post].

1

The familiar sight of Earl grey tea, its deep orange warmth, the delicate smell of bergamot filling your nostrils as the waitress smiles at you, gracing her way of serving you the perfectly blended drink.

A small moment of pure bliss.

"It won't need sugar, will it?" he says, in that gentle tone that wins everyone's heart, and, after those crazy years, maybe yours too.

You smile at him and nod, thanking the girl who leaves you alone at the breakfast table of the beautiful manor house. 

"I'm going to miss this garden so much," you acknowledge, turning your gaze to the French window that leads directly into that corner of paradise where the two of you usually spend your free time discussing art, music and life. 

“Stay then”, he suggests with a small smile on his lips, because he knows how inflexible your resolutions are once made, but he still loves to tease you, sure he can easily turn the tables on you if he really needs to.

After all, he has chosen you since Teiko's time to be his muse not only because of your impeccable demeanour and undisputed musical talent, but mostly because he couldn't tame or understand your way of thinking.

"I'll miss you too Seijūrō" you smile faintly, returning your attention to him.

The handsome boy shakes his head lightly as his magenta gaze reaches the right page of the morning paper, where his father's company has announced the annual program of the "Shiori Akashi Foundation" gala night. 

"Has he accepted our final project?" you ask, closing your eyes briefly as you sip the delicious drink, ready to listen to his smooth voice.

Akashi's expression switches from a slight frown to something undetectable, a mix of so many emotions alternating in his mind that even he, the king of self-control, got lost in the translation process.

He blinks twice, his hands letting go of his grip on the thin inked paper falling onto the table, then he covers the smirk on his face with one hand as he stares blankly in your direction.

What the hell is going on? 

Why are his eyes suddenly burning with that sinister light again?

"Seij" you call back to him, intertwining your pale fingers with his long ones and under your tender touch he seems to rejoice, the ghost of his dark shadow being chased away like leaves in the warm spring breeze.

"Ma fille prodige!" he announces, letting go of your hand and coming closer to show you the result of your plan. You almost choke on your tea as his sensual scent reaches your core, your skin can feel a sudden weave of heat caused by his proximity: sensations you've learned to master over those years of rehearsals  and confidential talks but at the same time vibes you can't deny or get used to. 

"Here, darling," his gentle voice invites your eyes to read the paper, although they don't want to follow anything but the bright expression on his face, his velvety red pools full of unanticipated joy, his lips curved into a playful, almost childlike smile. You lean back just to get closer to him as he puts his right hand on your shoulder and drags the chair close to yours, still focused on his target.

"I think you were right... He couldn't treat you the way he treats me, that's why we're going to have our concert just the way we imagined it," he announces, still stunned by the result of your previous encounter with his powerful but intimidating parent.

"I didn't do anything special," you reply, "I just told him that celebrating your mother's life through her son's happiness is one of the highest forms of love, and I mean that, so basically I was just being myself. No need to thank me, you see?" you stumble over your own words, as your brain refuses to function properly now that he's a breath away.

" It's you, it's all because of you my precious" he breathes softly "Thank you with all my heart, it means a lot to me," he continues, taking your hand in his, squeezing it a little to seal the moment, enjoying the sight of your flushed face.

"Sei I..." you hold your breath as he lifts his hand to your temple to caress your head gently, unaware of the risk he's taking. 

Your lips curve upwards, your eyes widen and the sudden idea of grabbing him by the back of the head and locking his lips into yours was more than real in your intentions, if it wasn't for a double knock on the door that broke the spell.

"Come forward!" he raised his voice, not moving from his position.

"Young master, Miss, good morning," the butler announced himself  "The car to the train station is ready at any time," he concluded, closing the door behind him.

"Time to go back to Tokyo and get your award" the young man points out, putting some space among you to scan your emotionless expression for some clue.

"It's just a graduation ceremony," you huff, leaving your chair and walking towards the window  to carve the image of the flowering garden in the clear morning light into your mind.

You hear his footsteps as he approaches, his gaze fixed on you.

"Did I say something wrong ?" he asks, leaning his back against the window pane to make sure he has your full attention.

“It's just that I really, really don't want to go home," you answer reluctantly, tightening your shoulders.

"You have a chance to inspire someone to be like you, and people like me need people like you" he smiles, ignoring the knocks on the door.

"Seji, don't use your charm on me, you know being good at music is hardly a point" you smile crossing your arms over your chest, casting a resigned glance at the door.

The young man looks deeply into your eyes and reduces the distance between you two, lowering his voice, his warm lips so close to your skin it makes you shiver."Come back soon, that's the point," he finishes quickly, whispering in your ear as an embarrassed butler coughs to disclose his presence in the room.

2

Okazaki, 

Hamamatsu,

Shizuoka, 

Tokyo.

Estimated journey time, approximately 2 hours 48 minutes, under current weather conditions.

The Shinkansen's loudspeakers repeat this in an endless refrain.

You sit down in the spot indicated to you by a kind stewardess in white gloves, thank an attentive passenger who offers to put your small luggage in the hatbox next to his, and inhale. From the bag on your shoulder, your hands extract a notebook, your mobile phone and wireless headphones, which now form a sort of technological still life on the table in front of you. You smile as you turn down an invitation to have coffee at the dining room car just to discourage the logorrhoea of your travelling neighbour who retires in good order.

3 hours to try to find peace for what for anyone else would have been a festive occasion, but for you takes on the status of a test of courage.

3 hours to figure out how to get around the city where you grew up, but where now only the ghosts of your former life remain.

You check your bag again and hold in your hand a raggedy ribbon to which are attached three keys scaled in weight and shape. You smile, because your grandmother gave them to you on the first day of junior high school, as a celebration of your entering adulthood.

"When I'm gone, I'll leave this house to you" she often told , and so it was, even though no one had lived in the building for almost two years, since your world had decided to crumble under your feet.

The loss of your grandmother, the divorce of your parents and that injury that had almost cost you your future had pushed you towards Kyoto, where Seiji had offered you a comfortable life, far away from the dramas of Tokyo, far away from the disappointments of everyday life and above all far away from all the explanations that you would have had to give to justify your lack of courage to her, who even though she loved you like a sister, would never have understood your choice.

You smile at your mobile phone, because quite by accident, she has just sent you an email full of pictures of your old school, and in a precise order, "in case you don't remember where the gym is anymore". 

"Satsuki" you slowly mumble her name, earning a smirk from your seat neighbour who now, along with his coffee, has a good enough reason to trap you in an endless conversation.

You express your thanks and take another bite, only not to let slip a sarcastic remark at yet another unfortunate comment by the hostess.

"What I'm saying, is that my daughter can't think of investing all her time in a hobby when she should be focusing on the direction she has to take her life. She could take an example from you and build a future for herself, instead of wasting her days behind the whims of Shinichi's son and that basketball team," the young woman concludes by bringing her arms to her chest for more authority, shifting her gaze from the face of the old lady sitting next to her to yours in seeking approval.

'Some things will never change' you think as you lower your wands and inhale, looking for a gentle way to silence her now that, like every other night, she has turned into her daughter's worst detractor. 

You respond to the smile on Satsuki's beautiful face that with that simple gesture invites you to let it go, you can already imagine her shrugging her shoulders later telling you that she didn't even notice, that her mother and grandmother sometimes misspeak, and other innocent lies she tells herself to cope with the pressure she is subjected to every day. She who, like you, has sacrificed everything for her passion but who, unlike you, is mocked and who, despite everything, does not lose her optimism or her hopes. Sa-chan who protects anyone who thinks she can be misunderstood, Sa-chan who can never see people's pettiness nor claim loudly what is hers, and for that she is criticized.

What kind of friend would you be if you agreed to that?

"With all due respect, your daughter isn't doing anything different from what I've been doing all these years" you explain "You see, if I hadn't entered Kunitachi my whole future would have been jeopardized, because it's true that I'm only interested in playing, but unlike Satsuki, I don't know how to do anything else" you conclude, drawing Momoi's grandmother's bored gaze on you.

"Kyoto has made you quite talkative," she says, twisting her mouth a little to disguise the dislike she has always harboured for you.

"Would you like to give me some good advice obachan?" you ask amiably, taking a sip of water, sure that your provocation has not gone unnoticed.

"I think it's time to go for a bath, we have a meeting to attend tomorrow," the pink haired girl interjects, suggesting you follow her to her room to avoid further confrontation.

When you close the door, one look is enough for you to burst out laughing in perfect unison.

You had forgotten so many things about her: how easy it was to be close to her, how soft her hair and skin were, but above all how comfortable you felt in her presence, sure that she would always read your gestures without malice.

 "I've missed you so much," she tells you as soon as you embrace her and you know it's true because you can't stop feeling that childlike love feeling that has united you since your first meeting.

You kiss her on the cheeks and she blushes, just like she always has, you sit on her bed and for a moment time goes back, to stop at some day in your lives, just "before".

 "Well?" she asks you, clasping her knees against each other, her hands to her face and her mind already on the gentle face of her first love.

"I don't think there is a more adorable man than him!" you inform her with a smile "He even gave me a present, wait!" you conclude, moving towards the travel bag that lies at the foot of the desk chair, from which you pull out your diary which you open to reveal that little treasure. Momoi smiles, turning in her hands the picture of three smiling children in front of a white piano.

"Testu-kun's mother used to let us all play together after the lessons, remember?" she asks you, giving you back that little treasure that you put on her lap, sure that it means much more to her than to you.

"You've come a long way since then. It took time, but that's all it took," you smile at her, finding that worried look in her eyes that requires you to change the subject quickly if you don't want to find yourself talking about him.

You let your back go on the soft mattress and stretch, hoping that your friend will change her worried expression into something more reassuring; then you start talking again, if only to break that silent wall you're afraid will set between you.

 "I think this picture should stay here, where the ancient temple dedicated to Kuroko Testuya stands, high priestess Satsuki!" you tell her. "Let's find a good place for it among the other heirlooms!" you conclude with a smile, because you still remember exactly where all your childhood secrets are kept.

You get up and head for her desk, but you know she's not listening, caught up as she is in that thought that's been brooding all afternoon.

"Wait, please, sit down," she tells you before you can even take a step, "Is it true what you wrote to me in your last email?" she pauses, lowering her eyes for a moment and then resuming what for her must be one of the most difficult speeches she's ever had.

"Is it true that you and Akashi-kun..." she concludes, letting the words die in mid-sentence, ready to study every tiny expression on your face.

"No, Satsu" you tell her simply " He's already committed and I'm not one to get in the way" you explain, hoping her expression changes, but paradoxically it only gets more confused.

"You don't have feelings for him, right?" she asks you, her intense eyes roaming your face. You tighten your lips and can't bring yourself to smile and downplay it, because she's already read you like the simplest of books.

You can see her annoyance. 

Her hands clenched into fists, her lips pressed against each other, her eyes almost glazed over with the bitter disappointment of your words that ruin her expectations for the future.

Why couldn't you keep quiet? What did you think you would gain by sharing your thoughts about Akashi with her? 

"Sa-chan" you start, but she doesn't leave you any time.

"Explain it to me" she asks you adamantly "Explain it to me in detail because I don't understand it and I don't see, in fact, how this can be possible!" she concludes, uncomfortably brushing her hair behind her ears.

"It just happened" you begin, shrugging your shoulders "Sei is so kind, polite and charming... It was natural to start feeling something different, but as I told you..." you try to finish your explanation, but she has moved away to pick up a silver frame from the desk that holds a familiar picture to you.

"I really need to understand, explain it to me" she repeats, letting the cold and heavy object slip into your lap, which you slowly scan with your eyes.

The basketball court near your house, the dark blue rubberized floor and two people in the middle of the scene. They are sitting on the ground, close together. She is dressed in white, a light dress that reveals her knees and shoulders, posing for the camera.  

He does not care about the photograph, busy as he is contemplating her face, either to tease her, or as if he was afraid not to see her anymore and wanted to build a mental map of her features. He has one hand on the basketball between his crossed legs, the other resting on the floor, next to the girl's.

You only have to look at his expression, at his lips folded into a half-smile to feel his amber skin again, so warm next to yours, his deep voice in your ear that becomes a sigh when your breaths meet.

The memory of him dwells there, silent, in a deep part of you, where it is nourished by desires never expressed,that you thought you had isolated between the quiet brackets of distance. You can decide to ignore it, but as soon as you let your guard down, its presence claims your every thought, redirects your every priority, makes you relive every reminescence in function of that person you want to forget but to whom you do not want to stop belonging.

You look away to get away from your fantasies, but reality doesn't seem any easier to deal with.

"Satsuki, I..." you begin, but all you can do is turn that old photo so that it's no longer in front of your eyes. Your friend gets close to you, because she's already figured it out.

"I can't let you do this," she tells you, speaking as gently as a mother consoling her child after a nightmare.

"I don't want to hear you say that," you whisper, letting her hands caress your head.

"It would be such a mess, the worst kind of betrayal," she repeats, making sure she has your attention. "Is Akashi Seijūrō really worth that much?" she inquires, pulling her warm hands away from your face and crossing them over her chest.

"It's worth it to the point where it makes me feel loved, understood and needed. He means everything when your best friend is four hours away from you and answers e-mails in her spare time. He can pick up on my discomfort even just from the inflection of my voice and he is there. He is always there: no matter how long and tiring his day has been, no matter how busy he is or where he is. Seijūrō Akashi is always with me, for me only.No blackmail or punishment will make me put this person aside, I will no more make the mistake of relying on someone who does not care about me" you finish, underlining the last words.

You see her bring a hand to her watering eyes. You know she is bitterly sad, you know you have woken her abruptly from that dream she has been cradling for as long as she can remember, but you cannot continue to fool her. 

You will not follow through with a story based on someone elses’ needs.

"He's going to break down," your friend replies.

"Whether it is, you can't protect him forever, Satsuki" you point out to her, getting a long sigh as answer. 

You remain for a few minutes next to each other engulfed in that silence you so despise, until the hostess remembers her first intention. You hear her leave to gather her things for the bathroom, you follow her with your eyes as she moves around the room to stop on the threshold to wait for you, again with that broken glance in her eyes. 

"What hurts me is that I did it on purpose. I thought he would understand, I thought he would listen to me when I told him about your life in Kyoto, I thought he would take action sooner or later. I did everything I could to make you feel lonely because deep inside I hoped you would crack at some point, giving me the illusion that I was right, but you know what? I'm not, and that makes me sick,' she concludes, sobbing. 

You should retrieve a change of underwear and something to wear for the night from your travel bag, but all you can do is reach out to hug her. The tighter you hold, the guiltier you feel, the more you search for something to say, the more Tetsuya's words ring in your mind. 

You close your eyes and see him again, a few hours earlier, as he walks you to his girlfriend's house and asks you to listen carefully to what he is about to say.

"You and Aomine-kun should stop dragging Satsuki into this. I will no longer tolerate you using her as a battleground, if you love her find a way and end this ridiculous feud, or leave her for good, because she's in too much pain and I can't allow that." 

He was so different from the usual nice guy you were used to know, the commanding tone he used to express his point of view gave you goosebumps. For the first time you are speechless in front of his blue eyes, mortified by his blunt but truthful words.

"I'll fix it, leave it to me," you pledge once again, surrendering to what seems to be your fate. 

Light blue eyes turned into warm brown eyes again.

“Please, do” is all she can reply.

You wipe the last tear from your friend's cheek and smile at her, telling yourself that she alone is worth trying one more time.

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