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A/N: I am just starting to play Honkai so if there is anything wrong or that just doesn't make sense, please tell me!

A/N ²: This is me attempting to adopt and protect my babies, wrapping them in cotton and never leaving their side... And I got sleepy at the end, or else I would have written Aventurine and Dan Heng too :( If anyone has ideas for Honkai SAGAU, please do send some asks 👏🏻

Imagine... The Creator!Reader in Honkai verse. You were just idly passing by, to see what your children were doing after the Ones you left in charge... Pretty much usurped your throne.

Imagine the Creator!Reader seeing, witnessing all the deaths and sorrow IPC created...in the name of "economy". Such thing was absurd, why would they do that, slaving and using people for their benefit to make more and more when you gave all the humans and even the Aeons enough source to love in harmony?

Why would they destroy people, families, lives... Planets?

Imagine... Creator!Reader's disappointment as They slump back on their throne. They gave them life, opportunities to overcome their mind's limit and be someone to be remembered... They gave them life sources, water, air, planets to live on, souls to feel and think and passions to find a reason to be alive... And yet, there were some people, the people of your Aeon Qlipoth, who was usualy indifferent, deciding that they were the ones to destroy the harmony and balance you had settled for everyone.

They thought Yours wasn't the final saying, that your word wasn't the absolute

How many more times did they have to go through all of the syages of self-destruction before they finally used their mind and consciousness together? Before they realized your Balance was the most beneficial for everyone?

Imagine... Knowing what would happen, even though pain was a constant part of human life, They didn't want their creation to suffer such a fate. Loosing humanity, everything that made humans humans... Loosing your family and witnessing their deaths right before their eyes, only being seen as the sins someone that wasn't you did and being exiled, pushed aside and running away for not to be hunted and all the reasons for your disappointment... Creator!Reader decides to take the reigns.

First, they go to visit a certain father and daughter duo. They watch from the side as they spend time, caring for the horses, playing guitar and braiding each other's hair. They couldn't help the smile that slowly took over their face, watching with fondness at the innocence of that little toddler... Before their eyes met, and a spark erupted.

From now on, as much as Boothill was first skeptical about them, he accepted to have Them around since his daughter and siblings loved Them so much. The little girl often slept on Them while cuddling, her soul immediately knowing the presence of its creator... Of course They didn't tell them everything, that their lives would be over because of Their greedy creations... And of course, the fact that They were the Allmighty Creator they kept telling tales about.

They loved this little found family a lot, with the human body They crafted to blend in, and soon found Themselves attached. Soon, They found Themselves cooking and cleaning around, running after the children with a toddler attached to their hip as the silent affection between Them and Boothill grew with all the loving and fleeting touches, hugging and cuddling, stargazing at night but never leaving their eyes off of each other...

But an omnipresent being falling in love with their creations was...against the balance... Especially when the day of their death too, came closer, and They were the one who lied, although it was to protect them.

But please, they were the Creator, to Weaver of All Fates, were the measly humans really going to stop Them? Take what was rightfully theirs?

Don't think so.

Before the fall of the planet, when all the equipments of IPC broke and the Path of those who worked under it, alongside Qlipoth's, were taken away for some time... That was when Qlipoth understood that they initially fucked up and angered the Creator. Now, another Aeon who had a head over their shoulders, would probably go nuts with fear and cower at some kind of corner of the universe...

But greed? Greed was often stronger that rationality.

Did any of that shitty behaviour stop? No, not really.

So, it was up to you to save and protect all those traumatised kids... And also make sure that a whole race didn't get wiped out.

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Nuitaru is the happiest nui!

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caught! - heizou x reader

Summary: you’re a regular citizen (in a vague royalty-historical AU) who’s recently hired a maid! Heizou is charismatic and dependable, but one day you come home, discovering his real motives and occupation. 

Wordcount: 1.4k+

Adopt a Wanderer: Digital Store / Red String of Fate Prompt List

If it wasn’t for you moving from a small village to Inazuma city, you never would’ve been able to justify hiring a maid. 

You aren’t someone who can afford this in the long-term, after all. But you have to admit that having Heizou’s help with unpacking, settling down, and maintaining the house while you start at your new workplace has been a godsend. 

Most days, you’d be lucky if you returned home with any energy left at all. Heizou would always leave dinner on the table for you after he finishes his shift. He’s been nothing but kind and patient as you peppered him with questions about groceries and how to navigate around, along with your awkward first-meeting where your home was empty save for a few boxes and zero furniture.

All in all, you’re extremely grateful. And now that you’re starting to get used to city-life, it was about time to consider when to end Heizou’s freelance contract; you’d love to keep him around, but your future plans require some savings. As such, today you bought takeout from what you learned is Heizou’s favourite restaurant, hoping to treat him to a better meal by the end of his term. Perhaps you could stay friends after that, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself:

“Heizou? I’m back.” You push open the door with your foot, arms occupied with takeout boxes and other belongings. “I brought…”

You’d normally return to a greeting and Heizou busying about, but there’s no-one in sight right now. 

Odd. Maybe he left to throw something out. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realise he might have left early after finishing his work, since you didn’t tell him about your plans aside from a simple ‘there’s no need to cook today’.

Setting down the food on the dining table, you step around quietly to check the other rooms. The longer you wander in the silence, the more random scenarios fly through your head with burglars or some other incident. There’s one door left—the storage room—but when it swings open with a loud thunk against the wall, you’re dumbfounded at the sight of Heizou changing, halfway through taking off a shirt.

“I—I’m so sorry!” You squeak and immediately slam the door close, dashing away. 

You’ve seen Heizou dressed in casualwear before, but you don’t think he’s ever worn that particular top. It was dark in colour, almost like a uniform for a different job, with a golden crest that…

Heizou exits the storage room, ears dusted with a slight pink as he coughs into his fist. “Master, you’re back early!” He tries to smile, but the ribbon on his maid dress is a little crooked and he looks out of breath. “Is that ramen I smell? I can’t mistake it—you brought back dinner from the tonkotsu place I recommended!”

“Heizou…” Your brow furrows in an effort to remember what he was wearing seconds ago. “Why did you change back into your uniform? It looks like you finished all the chores already.”

“Whaaat? No… I haven’t dusted the windows today!” He steps forward to lead you back to the kitchen, throwing a glance back at the storage room where he’s forgotten to turn off the lights. “I’ll just tidy up before catching up with you—”

“That was a Tenryou Commission crest, wasn’t it?” You finally make the connection, remembering it from when you visited their office earlier in the day. But why would Heizou…

Heizou’s smile strains. “I… suppose it is.” You can tell he’s making a bajillion calculations in his head; a stressed version of the Heizou who’d ramble to you about mysteries and theories. “I can explain.”

“You don’t have to if you can’t.” You raise your palms. “I won’t question what a Tenryou officer is doing.” In your house, though? You highly doubt Heizou would need a side job. Horror washes over you, realising that you might’ve been a subject of investigation. “I’m not in trouble, am I? I swear that anything I might’ve complained about isn’t—”

“It’s not that, but you can’t tell anyone I’m an officer!” Heizou’s grip on your shoulders pulls you back to reality. Seeing his panic, you’re struck by the reminder that secret-officer or not, he’s still the Heizou you’ve known in the past two months. “I’m not exactly here on official business.”

“You can’t tell me you were just considering changing jobs.”

“Not at all—but I’m part of the investigation team and there’s a case that I can’t solve using regular means.” Heizou surmises. “Head Kujou might wring me out for going independent, but I’ve been making progress and I really need to maintain my cover as your maid.”

You maintain eye contact, and it’s awful how Heizou’s desperate expression is enough to disarm you.

“Is there anything I need to know before I agree?” Your shoulders sag, but Heizou lights up at the hints of agreement in your attitude. “No one’s going to get hurt, right?”

“No innocent bystanders, nor you.” He promises easily. Aside from his current maid dress, you can easily imagine Heizou in the Tenryou Headquarters solving crimes. No wonder he’s always had a confident charm. “If you were ever at risk, I’d leave your hair without a trace.”

You notice the pattern in his speech. “But what about yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Are you likely to get hurt?” You frown. And for a moment, Heizou’s capable aura wavers, freezing as he tries to come up with an answer. 

“I’m quite adept in combat, so there’s no need to worry.” His grin is a little less practised now. “It’s part of my job.”

Instead of giving him a direct yes however, you purse your lips and continue into the living room, starting to unpack the food. 

“I’ll overlook your lack of personal-concern if you’ll eat with me.” You say. You’re not close enough to Heizou to start giving him a speech, but he reads your effort to connect and his mouth tugs into a small, gentle smile. 

“How can I refuse my Master?” Heizou gets the cutlery, putting a kettle on the stove to boil tea as he sets the table up quickly. “Let me plate the dishes before they get cold. I’m still being paid for this, after all.”

“Where did you learn to do all this?” You tilt your head curiously. “I didn’t suspect you at all.”

Heizou makes a guilty hum. “I just did regular cleaning like I would at home. I believe the only reason you didn’t notice my blunders was because you were too stressed yourself.” He sets the bowl of premium ramen before you. But surprises you by picking up chopsticks and raising a mouthful of noodles to your lips. “Say aaah.”

You back away in embarrassment. “This isn’t part of—”

“The food is getting cold, Master~”

Helpless against his teasing, you sigh and lean in to let Heizou feed you. When he continues this for another few minutes, you finally reach your limit and demand that he eats with you, earning you a laugh that finally sounds like his usual self.

“Thank you.” Heizou says, calling you by your real name. You feel like a sort of barrier has been lowered with that simple act. “I won’t burden you with my work, so if anything happens I’ll send an actual maid to replace me, however long you need.”

“Would it be childish to say I’d only want you?” You admit, catching Heizou off-guard. “I was actually thinking that I’ll need to end our contract soon, since I can’t afford maids long-term. But I was considering extending it just because the house might feel empty.” And if earlier is anything to go by, you definitely aren’t used to coming back to an empty home anymore. 

“Well… In that case…” Heizou holds his chin. “Part of the reason I’m here is because your location is good for keeping tabs. Maybe we can figure something out.”

Roommates? “I don’t know, what if we get too used to it?” You joke, taking Heizou’s outstretched hand and shaking on it. “Housemates it is, until you fulfil your job for the greater good.”

“Do you think my work is so noble?” He muses. 

Maybe not his work, but certainly him.

“You simply remind me of the heroic type.” You say lightly. “Stopping criminals even with a broom, or while you’re mopping the floor.”

Weeks later, you find out (ironically,) that your statement couldn’t ring more true.

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your architect, his artist . ᡣ𐭩 𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋

— your campus crush !

(architecture major!kaveh x fine arts major!reader)

warning ; kaveh being such a gentleman omg !! and slowburn . . . she fell first but he fell harder hehehehehe

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh whom you saw for the very first time on your first day at the campus . . noticing this boy who is so, so pretty yet handsome at the same time, talking with his friends. his arms were crossed over his chest and a charming smile was on his face. you were practically admiring him from where you were standing, the sketchbook you were holding now held up to your chest. your cheeks were dusted in a light shade of pink, mouth slightly agape.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who you started to see more often on the way to your classes. you really wanted to know more about him . . was he single? what was his course? what was his favorite thing to order at a café? ah . . . maybe you shouldn't think about him too much and focus on the artworks you need to do.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who you found out was an architecture major from Nilou . . who has lots of connections. she was your roommate, and also the one who had to listen to your lovesick rants about 'this pretty guy with dirty blonde hair'. she straight up went "you mean Kaveh?" as if she could recognize anyone in this whole campus just from a description. that's when she decided to set the two of you up. I mean, all she wanted was to see you happy !

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who got a message from Nilou that said: "kaveh! are you going to the café after classes? i have someone i want to introduce to you :)"

. . that definitely caught him off guard, but he was intrigued. especially when he's met with an eager Nilou at the café . . who's also pulling along a flustered-looking girl?

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh whose confused expression turns into a soft smile once he realizes how nervous you looked, also realizing that this was probably the 'someone' Nilou wanted to introduce. he immediately stops what he was doing and sets down his drink to listen to Nilou.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who was really attentive to you despite Nilou doing half of the talking. albeit the awkwardness he was feeling at first, he made such a effort to keep eye contact with you and give you a reassuring smile the more he noticed your shyness, as he wanted to ease up your concerns a bit.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who is stunned after Nilou leaves due to an 'emergency', and the both of you sit there frozen for a while before you two start laughing softly altogether. Kaveh eventually stops, offering to buy you a beverage from the cafe. you try to protest but he keeps insisting, so you decide to just give up on it and tell him an iced matcha was fine.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who comes back with the drink along with an iced latte for himself, a charming smile on his face as he sits back down. he slides the drink towards you, speaking in a gentle tone: "I didn't know you liked matcha,"

. . you found out his favorite drink was coffee on this day, and yours was matcha.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who started up a conversation with you, the both of you starting to get a bit more comfortable with each other now. he was really impressed by the fact that you were a major in fine arts, and smiled upon knowing that you both were artists in a way.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who looks out the window to see that it was raining, the sound of the raindrops blending in with the cozy atmosphere and music of the cafe. he groans a bit, mumbling to himself about how it was going to be a pain to walk back to the dorms like this. then he glances at you, seeing your worried expression and realization that you didn't have an umbrella at all due to the fact that Nilou practically just dragged you here and left you two to 'bond together'.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who is seen walking you home and even holds your sketchbook for you while he stays right beside you. such a gentleman isn't he? :') he even goes as far as to joining you in the elevator to the floor of your dorm, albeit the fact that his dorm is one floor lower than yours. he walks you all the way to your door, and as you knock, you're met with Nilou's stunned expression opening the door.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who hands you back your sketchbook and insists that it was no big deal walking you back, waving goodbye to you as he makes his way back to the elevator. Nilou witnessed everything, and you could tell she was about to urge you to tell you the whole story.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who starts to finally notice you more as time passes by, occasionally waving hello to you as he spots you running to class with either a canvas or your sketchbook each time. even carried your art supplies for you one time since you looked like you needed help going to class with all those . . stuff.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who unexpectedly starts to think about you more and more after those many encounters you both had. he finds himself thinking back to your conversations, trying his best to shake his thoughts off but he just can't stop thinking about you for some reason. there was just something about you that mesmerized him, y'know?

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh whose number you got from Nilou, having loads of conversations even on late nights . . to the point where you texted him at times where you felt a bit lonely and went over to their dorm to draw, whether he was doing his architectural assignments or not.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who initially finds you in his dorm more often now, the usual awkwardness between you two back then turning into cuteness as you keep coming back. as you talk and draw together more, he becomes more open about his architecture assignments and you start to get a better understanding of him through his creative process.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who got into the same lecture with you one time, sneakily stealing glances at your figure from his seat. he also tries to get your attention from across the lecture hall and even just a bit of eye contact with you.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh whose friends question if he really is catching feelings for you, because god his eyes practically look lovestruck whenever he sees you. his friends say you guys got along so quickly that it was almost as if you were practically soulmates.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who you bumped into late at night at the convenience store near your college, finding him at the drinks aisle looking for coffee. you ask yourself if it really is him or not, so you sort of just stand behind him and peek through his side to get a glance of his face. you see his eyes widen and head turn toward you, but his expression quickly changes to a soft smile once he notices that it was just you.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh who spoke with you for a while, laughing along with you as you both browsed through the selection of snacks and drinks in the store. as you stood there with your head tilted to the side, probably contemplating on what snacks to bring back to the dorm, he was there . . staring at you with the softest gaze he's ever had.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh whom you walked home with, telling him some random story that happened during one of your art classes. the only thing you didn't notice was his gaze towards you the whole time. he was smiling so tenderly towards you, and was nodding from time to time while you spoke . . as if he was listening to every word you said.

‧₊˚ෆ collegestudent!kaveh whose hand unintentionally reaches out to yours without realizing it. he pulls back and looks away before you could even notice, and as you finally look back at him, you question why his face was turned away . . and why was his face is so red?

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InterDarshan Championship you'll always be my Roman Empire 😔

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Top Best

Academic Rival!Scaramouche x Reader

Sypnosis: You and Scaramouche have been competing against each other in school. Often boasting higher scores or achievements to make the other jealous. However, lately, you couldn't help but fall for your one and only rival.

Genre/Tags: Academic rivals, highschool AU, modern, romance, fluff, cussing, nicknames, Scaramouche might be ooc, quick progression (i think)

You pushed your way past the crowd to get to the bulletin board in the halls. The rankings for this quarter had just been posted. You skimmed through the long lists to find your grade and searched for your name and..

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"Holy shit," you breathed out in excitement as you widely stared at your name listed as #1, right above Scaramouche, the percentages were extremely close, but you still did it! You beat him.

You looked around to find the very man you had outdone, scanning for any spec of purple hair. You eventually see him make his way through the bulletin, doing the exact same thing you had done just a second ago. You observed how his eyes slightly widened as he saw the results.

You moved closer to him with a smug look on your face, preparing to boast your latest achievement.

"told 'you I'd beat you to it next time," You remarked with a mischievous grin on your face.

"Oh please," Scaramouche scoffed. "You only beat me by .67%, was that really the best you could do?"

"That .67% proves that I'm way better than you!" You argued. This was such a huge boost to your ego, and you weren't gonna let it go so easily.

"I beat you by over 1% last time. You just got lucky, (Name)." Scaramouche simply stated before gently flicking your forehead. Before you even got the chance to protest, he walked away, leaving you stunned and speechless.

You felt your face getting a bit hot too—it was just something about the way he said your name, and the way he looked at you, and the way he oh so caringly flicked your forhead despite acting all annoye- You abruptly cut your own thoughts off. You were getting carried away. You can't be falling for him. You hated him. He gets on your nerves all the damn time, yet why? Why does your stomach flip at every interaction with him? Why do you look forward to going to school every day just to see him and bicker nonstop with him once again? Why does he cross your mind even when you don't want him to? You couldn't take this. You just decided not to think about it. This is gonna pass anyways, right?

. . .

The next day, right after school ended, you found yourself in the library studying for your next test. You were more determined than ever, and you wouldn't allow your rank to drop again.

"Hm, working hard, I see." A familiar voice cooed from behind you. You didn't even have to turn back to look at the source. You knew that voice far too well.

"Fuck off, Scaramouche." These words rolled off your tongue like second nature. You felt the man in question slowly sit next to you with the same book you have.

"Don't you want to be study buddies?" Scaramouche asked, sarcasm floating in the air as he spoke. "That's the last thing I'd want to do." You sounded firm and serious, although you really wouldn't mind studying with him, and Scaramouche himself knew this. He stayed next to you as you expected, and he started prepping his materials to study.

"Whatever you say, princess." You were taken aback by the nickname that so effortlessly left his mouth. It took everything in you to maintain your composure, but you couldn't stop the familiar heat that crept up to your face.

"Are you blushing?" Scaramouche teased, obviously and annoyingly amused by your reaction. You wanted to hit him right then and there and storm off, but you couldn't handle more embarrassment than you're already feeling. "You're imagining things." You replied after what felt like eternity.

"Didn't know you had a thing for endearing nicknames, (Name)." You were ready to explode at this point due to embarrassment, anger, and fluster. "I swear I'm gonna murder you." You spouted, your face redder than ever.

"Alright fine, I'll cut it out, princess." Again with that goddamn forsaken nickname. Scaramouche had his signature cocky smirk on his face and you wanted so badly to wipe it off his face.

"Scara, if you don't have anything better to do, just leave. Cause unlike you, I'm actually trying to accomplish something here." You finally had enough of his bullshit at the moment and just wanted to study in peace.

"Chill, (Name). You're so fun to tease, you know that?" Scaramouche said with a chuckle. "But I'll stop for now, let's get to business, shall we?"

You sighed in relief and nodded at Scaramouche's words. You two surprisingly studied together often despite all the back and forth bantering. This was a common norm for you too. And surprisingly, you even started to look forward to it. You tried to dismiss those feelings every time it arised, but it grew increasingly challenging.

. . .

It was the weekend, you took a stroll in the park and sat down next to a tree. You deserved this break, you thought to yourself. After all, you've been working so hard lately. You felt youself drifting, struggling to keep your head up and eyes opened.

As you rested your head on the rough wood of the trunk, you sensed someone approach you. You jolted awake and turned to see the person in question, blinking a few times in shock.

"Didn't mean to wake you." The familiar purple haired boy muttered quietly as he bent down to talk to you.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You questioned, still not recovered from the sleepiness and the shock. Hell, you weren't even sure if you were hallucinating or not.

"Relax, princess. I was following this stray cat and I saw you here by chance." Scaramouche explained, pointing to the cat across you that was now eating out of a can of tuna. Did he feed it himself? You wondered, you thought this gesture was adorable and you didn't know Scaramouche had a soft spot for cats.

"Oh, what a coincidence, then." You simply commented, observing the cat silently. "Didn't know you liked cats." You added to keep the conversation going.

"Well yeah, I have a cat myself, and I've been seeing it a lot lately so I decided to follow its routine and feed it." You nodded at his words, about to stand up when Scaramouche reaches his hand to held you get up. You hesitate for a moment whether you should take it or not, in the end, you just took it. Your heart skipped a beat as you familiarized the feeling of his touch, his hands were rough and calloused, yet soft and slim at the same time. You muttered a soft "thank you," once you got up, averting your eyes from his gaze as you felt a bit shy.

"Wanna stroll on the park with me?" Scaramouche offered. It was an innocent and genuine question. Your heart was racing at the thought as you began to formulate a response, although you were struggling to.

"I.. um- sure" You mentally cursed yourself for slightly stuttering, but how could you not? You wanted to seem calm as if this wasn't affecting you in any way, but you probably failed the moment you held his hand.

You two decided to pick up on a trail by the riverside. It was quiet and peaceful. The wind was blowing on your faces, messing up your hair a bit. You listened to the rustles of the leaves and the songs of the humming birds. The momentary silence between you and Scaramouche surprisingly wasn't awkward at all, in fact, you found great solitude in it and you really wouldn't mind staying like this.

"Why were you on the brink of sleep in the park anyways?" Scaramouche broke the silence by his curious query, looking at you with a softness in his eyes that he only has for you, except you remain oblivious to this observation.

"I was just unwinding from everything. A tiny little break. I didn't mean to fall asleep but I really couldn't help it." You softly responded. "Oh, what about that cat anyways?" The thought suddenly went through your head, especially since you realized you just left the cat by the tree.

"That cat seemed to be happy with its lifestyle, being out and about all the time. I'll visit it from time to time, but I'd rather not disturb it."

"That's nice. Didn't know you had this side of you."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Won't you tell me some of those things then?" You asked with great curiosity and a genuine smile.

"I guess a big one is that I like you." Scaramouche suddenly revealed as you both stopped walking. Your eyes widened and your heart literally skipped a beat. You noticed a tinge of red on Scaramouche's ears and how he slowly looked away from you.

"What?" You needed confirmation that what you heard was true and your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. Maybe you were just hearing things, and the lack of sleep and stress was finally getting to you.

"I'm not repeating it. I know you heard what I said." Scaramouche finally looked back at you, but this time with an expression you've never seen on him before. He had a shy and worried look on his face, yet he was looking at you with the most loving and gentle eyes.

"I.." You felt your words get stuck on your throat, genuinely not knowing what to do or say. "I like you too.." You mumbled quietly, your eyes straying away from his gaze as as you said this. You couldn't look at him right now, it was all too much.

Scaramouche gently placed his hand on your face and gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, making you look at him. The tension between you two right now was through the roofs and you both leaned in for a quick kiss.

You both smiled at each other before you pulled him into a deep hug. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, and the rest is history..

A/N: Hi, this is my first ever fic and I hope you enjoyed reading through it <3

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If I'm being honest, I'm not really a fan of how I progressed or wrote the story, but I'm too lazy to change things, and I decided to just post it nonetheless. I didn't proofread this so I apologize for any mistakes.

Thank you!

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making scara whimper and whine bc you've been teasing him, fucking him dumb by riding him then edging him till he's crying < 3

౨ৎ ﹒𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 . . . ?

── ୨୧：sub!scaramouche x dom!reader

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; teasing scaramouche until he breaks underneath you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut , nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, riding, orgasm denial / edging, blowjob, handjob, grinding, biting, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ hey chat . . sorry for disappearing for WEEKS i’m literally cooked for all my exams and have been worked to hell and back. i’ve procrastinated this for SO LONG . . . but i loved writing this !

    the whimpers coming out of scaramouche’s mouth were way too heavenly to ignore. the feeling of your hands slowly trailing up and down his figure, catching on the hems of his clothing and giving playful tugs to the fabric, drove him mad with lust.

    his breath staggers, soft pants fuelled by raw, unfettered hunger fanning against your cheek, pleads desperately spilling from his glossy lips.

    “please,” the whine in his tone isn’t easily covered up. it’s portrayed in gasps, a sound capable of brainwashing you into caving in to his desires. “p-please… i want it…”

    your nimble fingers skim down to the collar of his shirt, pulling it down to give you 

free access to his neck. your lips come into contact with the sensitive flesh, burning your marks into his pale complexion.

    “want what?” your voice cuts through his humming requests, effectively silencing him, all further noises he was planning to make knotting in his throat.

    he swallows the lump in his throat upon your hand beginning to brush down to his growing bulge, and he can already feel himself get harder once your knuckles brush against it. his lips part, mewling out as you cup his erection.

    his hips buck up into your hand, before you pull away with an amused smirk. his gaze is steadily trained on your hand, watching in shock as you take it away. he shamelessly whines, hips rolling up into thin air, desperate for any kind of friction.

    tears were welling up in his eyes, which he sternly brushed away. “please,” he spat, refusing to admit defeat. “want you…”

    his direct request never fails to make your stomach do flips, the heat in your stomach only increasing tenfold, blazing into a raging hot wildfire.

    your gaze flits down, your hands reaching out to tug down the waistband of his pants, revealing his underwear, which has already become stained with his pre.

    your palm rests against his bulge, and he’s reeling at the contact. he whimpers, eyes watching your hands intently—piercing gaze burning holes through your flesh. you apply slight pressure, beginning to massage him softly.

    soft curses spilled from his moist lips as he’s catching his bottom lip between his teeth in order to silence his noises. he was biting so hard he felt as if he was going to break skin.

    but this wasn’t enough. he wanted more, craving it so much he was almost spiralling in insanity.

    “properly,” he gulps, his hand firmly wrapping around your wrist to halt your movements. even though he wanted it to continue, it didn’t feel as good as it could be. you knew this fine well, however, it was fun seeing him turn completely compliant to your every whim. “properly,” he repeats. “please.”

    “give that tongue of yours a break,” you look up at him, moving your hand to tug down his underwear. “you’re like a broken record, whining please all the time… you never know when to stop.”

    he seethes as you mock his tone, but is effectively shut down once your hand wraps firmly around his flushed, leaking cock. his back arches off the bed, a moan rolling off of his tongue fluidly, his thighs twitching as you slowly squeeze the base, thumb flicking over the weeping tip.

    he was in heaven, his mind lightheaded and cloudy with pleasure. his eyes had a milky haze to them, one notifying you that he was too far gone to even comprehend your voice anymore. it all flows in one ear and out the other, dissipating in his skull into a sinful symphony mixed into his own lewd noises.

    collecting a wad of saliva in your own mouth, you lean down to spit on his cock, allowing your hand to glide more smoothly down his length. he thrusts his hips up into your hand, constant moans pushing out in between gasps. his cock twitches in your hold, a bead of pre-cum dripping down from the reddened tip.

    “f-fuck…” he mutters, resting the back of his hand on his forehead, brushing his wet bangs back slightly. your touch was otherworldly, godsent, and he couldn’t help but want to bask in you even more. “more…” he mindlessly pleads, his hips bucking up into a pace that filled him with the satisfaction he needed.

    “this isn’t enough?” you joked, your strokes gradually increasing in their pace.

    “no, no, n-no… don’t stop.” he felt his lower abdomen coil, his breathing picking up significantly. his fists grip onto the pillow behind his head, tugging at the case, threatening to completely shred it to pieces. “i’m so… nnh… close…”

    you swipe your thumb over the tip again, before letting go of his length. he choked on his breath, not even realising you were instead moving to take off your bottoms; all he was focused on was the loss of friction.

    “what’re y–” his eyes finally land on you as you reveal your dripping folds to his prying eyes, which widen upon the sight. he swallows as you curtly shush him.

    “it wasn’t enough, hm? isn’t that what you implied?” you adjust yourself to straddle his lap, manoeuvring your hips in order to rub against his cock. his legs twitch underneath you, his sight still steadily eyeing your cunt as you continue that teasing, almost agonising display of mirth. “you wanted more, so i’m giving you what you want. it’s simple.”

    and with that, you slowly lower yourself onto his length. his hand immediately go to grip your hips for support, subtly guiding you down. practically all the blood in his body rose to his head, creating a dizzy, light-headed feeling at the sensation of your gummy walls fluttering around him. the warmth felt as if it was scalding him from the inside out, only adding to his intensifying arousal.

    not long after getting used to his size, you brace your hands of his shoulder, lifting yourself up slightly before dropping completely down. he lets slip a loud moan, one filled with pure lust and adrenaline. 

    his hips immediately thrust to meet yours the next time you lift yourself up, promptly crashing down against him—the impact creating a scandalous slap to sound out in the room. slick was spread along the inside of your thighs, only making your grinds against him more smooth and loud.

    his breathing speeds up, his head lolling back and his eyes struggling to stay situated on your face, always glancing down to your cunt sucking him in so alluringly. it hardwires his brain into a frenzy, the only comprehensible words coming out of his mouth being gasps on how good you felt around him.

    instinctually, one of his hands parts from your hips to rub chaste circles on your clit, making you clamp down impossibly harder around him. it almost sent him over the edge alone because of how far gone he was.

    “f-fuck… feels so good…” he breaths out shakily, his voice wavering as his cock pulses inside of you. his brows knit together, trying to contain himself but he just can’t, not with how euphoric you’re making him feel.

    his moans slowly dip into the territory of sobs and whines, gradually edging closer and closer to his orgasm, which had been stalled for way too long in his opinion. your hands brush featherlight against his cheek, pulling him in to lap and bite at his neck.

    your pussy produces lewd squelches and wet slaps every time your hips come into contact with his. your once smooth movements, however, begin to twitch, signalling you were closer than you had originally thought. it didn’t matter though, as scaramouche was way closer than you.

    “i’m gonna c-cum…” scaramouche whines out, tilting his head to the side to make eye contact with you. a small smirk comes across your face, your hips starting to grind faster and you promptly tell him to “hold it in.”

    scaramouche tries to keep eye contact with you, his brows furrowing with your request. he was already struggling just to talk, never mind try and hold back his orgasm he’s been crawling after for hours.

    “please…” his repetitive begs start yet again in your ear, however this time his voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. “i wanna cum, please?” his grip tightens on your hips, his fingers beginning to trace your clit with even faster movements.

    “f-fuck, yeah— yeah… cum with me…” you moan out, body stilling as your pussy tightens around him, fluttering as you gush around him. the intense feeling sends him over the edge as well, his hips pressing up into yours as he releases as deep as he can in you.

    his head rests against your neck, his shaky breaths fan over your skin as you both relax for a moment, the feeling of both of your mixed releases seeping down your thigh now.

    scaramouche’s eyes widen upon feeling you shift on him, your hips slowly beginning to move atop him again. he moves his head out of your neck, looking down at your hips.

    “w-what are you doing…?!” he gasps as your pace drastically speeds up, his hands attempting to stop your hips from moving even more.

    to that, you scoff, as if the answer wasn’t obvious already. one of your hands rests on his shoulder while the other swats his attempts at halting your advances.

    “simple,” you lean down close to him, narrowing your eyes. you were so close; he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end from the proximity. “i’m not finished with you, love.”

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[reixtsu]

Stars Around My Scars

The scars on your wrists stood out to him though and he usually expresses great displeasure towards it.  “I don't like them” he frowns, “They reek of desperation”

Kabukimono x Gn!Reader

Notes: Hiii, so um let me clear a couple things first. I'm not able to post the second part for ascent to oblivion since I'm busy and exams are coming up. I promise I'll upload it as soon as possible. Take this simple gift for now. And yes this is a repost. Anyway, I just merged them together. That was a shitty decision honestly. Seriously, me and my impatient ass yesterday-

Art: @OogyPng (X)

Warning: mentions of self harm, i swear there's fluff-

The beauty of mortal life comes with its finite period of existence, that fleeting period before dissipating in the blink of an eye. 

Much akin to that of a firework display.

They explode, bragging their scintillating colors that douse the sun in jealousy. With an ear-piercing blast, it blankets the night sky, fluorescing like the moon as it gleams like the stars above.

If life was momentary for a puny human, why not make use of it?

Why not become a wanderer and travel the world?

You get to region hop and satiate your wanderlust. To encounter unfamiliar faces and attach their names to your expanding friends’ list. To pick up tidbits about riveting stories recounted by elders and children alike. The possibilities are unending, a spectacle waiting to be unboxed.

Yet there’s always the impending menace of falling victim to the grappling claws of solitude.

You’ve been plunged into that headspace a few times already. Despite your protests, the glister of joy and love you’ve gotten from simple things flickered faintly, the bleakness settling in. Your surroundings felt barren, as the dismal winds swept away every inch of ecstasy from within you. Your godforsaken history comes back to taunt you, a reminder of your internal demons who’s having a field day tormenting you.

“You’re so fucking petty it’s almost hilarious. So undeserving. Why are you still here? You’re not worth anything. And you’ll never be.”

“An accident? That’s a bullshit excuse.Without you, the accident wouldn’t occur. It’s all your fault. Everything is.”

“Everyone hates you. Why can’t you get that right? Everyone you talk to finds a fault in you that they don’t dare say to your face. But they know. They can’t help but judge you. Of course they would wouldn’t they? You’re a weirdo”

“A disgrace.”

“A worthless piece of shit.”

The thoughts bounce within your mind, endlessly toying with your emotional state.

You emit a burst of bitter laughter.

It‘s cold.

The temperature was rather freezing despite the incandescence the sun was offering. You can barely feel it radiate through your skin, as a pang smashes through your heart.

You don’t want to be cold.

Your gaze shifts to your sword resting on the patch of grass beside you.

Another benefit of wandering. No one would suspect that your scars are self-inflicted.

As far as you’re concerned, It’s only natural for wanderers to acquire marks that resemble cuts and bruises on their bodies. Incessantly faced with the turmoil of threats and hazards, scars are assumed to serve as tokens of the risk they have confronted on their previous journeys. 

Besides, it’s not like you wanted to do it. It just felt right. Like the self imposed wounds on your wrists belonged there. It felt as if the blade slicing your hand like paper was supposed to do it. That watching the red liquid flow out of it was because you deserved it.

At least you’re not cold anymore. Who knew blood could be so warm?

—-------------------------

The distant display of lights crackle against the tranquil night.

You flash a mixture of colors, expressing the turmoil of what you refer to as your emotions. Yet the speck of your allure was gradually dwindling. 

It wouldn’t take long before you vanish.

Like a pretty firework.

But what use is a pretty firework when it waves and dances all alone with the stars, concealed far from anyone's vision? 

What use is a pretty firework when they're just meant to blink momentarily and dissolve?

You got your answer when you met an eccentric puppet during one of your travels. Sweet, little Kabukimono found your dying spark and rekindled it with his saccharine smiles and candied words. 

You grasped the concept of how fireworks are meant to shine for others to see, for at least one person to view and relish. For them to admire. And for them to love.

And Kabukimono loved you.

There’s no denying that. 

Your traveling companion cherished you, always doting you with his presence. He would never leave your side unaccounted for and often offers you praises that you find doubtful.

“You’re so cool Y/N! You’re so efficient in fighting! Can you teach me??”

“I didn’t mean to stare! You just… looked pretty from here…”

“I just wanted to spend time with you! …Is that so bad?”

Much to your skepticism, you find yourself hesitating to swallow his words. They felt like lies, sugar coated phrases meant to lure you into a trap of false hope. False sense of security. I mean, who would find you this interesting? Who would want to be by your side? Who would want to constantly seek you out because they enjoyed your presence? Because they enjoy being with you?

Lies. 

Every honeyed statement that rolls out of his tongue are nothing but lies.

He was going to leave you. Sooner or later.

But for whatever reason, the puppet stayed. He would not tire from his sickening performance of pretending to care for you. He should visit the theater sometimes, given how top tier his acting skills are. He claims with a two faced, innocent grin that the place beside you was his, and only his for as long as you were together. He says he wants to know about you—to study and learn what makes you… you—all the while those deceitful puppy eyes stare at you whenever you recount tales from your journey.

You’re stubborn self refuses to acknowledge the fact that he’s showing you genuine affection. Authentic fondness.

Maybe… it’s not an act? 

You were perplexed. You aren’t sure how to navigate through the solution of this problem, considering how you have no experiences regarding this matter. You aren’t aware of what to do, of what to say. It was frightening really, venturing into uncharted territories. 

So you do nothing.

And Kabukimono remains by your side.

The puppet was nosey when it came to you. One time, he caught a glimpse of your scars when you attempted to snatch a fish for dinner, only to result in you falling into the water. You sure had plenty of them. He sighs, wondering how much they must’ve hurt. Poor you.

In all honesty, he pities you. You carry an aura of despair, a chilling sensation that never seems to go away. It was attached to you in a way, like a melancholic burden that lays upon your shoulders. A suffering the puppet doesn’t want you going through. 

He would often ask about the origin of your scars. You were quite reluctant at first, but his persistence was soon rewarded by one of your wondrous tales. He cherishes your stories. It was always enchanting to hear about different regions that he can not visit. 

The scars on your wrists stood out to him though and he usually expresses great displeasure towards it. 

“I don't like them” he frowns, “They reek of desperation”

In the young Kabuki’s mind, he notices that they don’t match the other marks on the surface of your skin. They were messy and painful to look at, like a blend of misery and torment was doused over that certain area. A mixture that can’t be dried, that can’t be removed.

He detested seeing you drowning in your sorrows.

An idea invaded his thoughts. He picks up a bright yellow marker from your bag and gently clutches your arm. He pops open the cap and uses your hand as a canvas, doodling little stars around your scars. This warrants an eyebrow raise from you, a look he just dismisses. 

“What are you doing?”

He flashes you a grin—one of the many precious expressions he loves to show off to you—as he huffs proudly, “I'm drawing stars!”

You were baffled. “...Why?”

“So that these little guys can protect you! That way, no more painful scars when I'm not around!”

When I'm not around.

A tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

You were feeling a bit cold today. 

But Kabukimono seemed to have warmed you up in his own way.

For a moment, your inner demons  and insecurities were thrown behind a wall, padlocked there while Kabuki held the key. The world stilled, no movement dared to interrupt the serene moment between two wanderers who found solace in the presence of each other. 

Your gaze never left the indigo haired puppet as he continues to work on the stars. He was focused on it like it was some masterpiece he was dying to show to the world.

…Seriously, he's such a silly guy.

[reixtsu]

" Where do you think you're going, belladonna?"

[reixtsu]

The Geniuses’ Silly Masterlist

༊*·˚ Character Intro

༊*·˚ Chapter 1

#reixtsu #kaveh my beloved #the geniuses’s silly #Genshin impact au #Genshin impact x reader #Kaveh x reader #Alhaitham x reader #Kaveh x reader x Alhaitham #masterlist

[reixtsu]

The Geniuses’ Silly

╰┈➤ Synopsis ; Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Y/n, was the well known trio throughout Sumeru Akademiya. 

A silly streamer, a sassy tutor, and a quiet kid all bunch together into a chaotic group. You, a famous streamer, decide you want to pursue the randomness of reality and pursue your dream to become a bioscientist. Of course, with Ahaitham and Kaveh, your university life becomes more interesting than what you first predicted.

╰┈➤Genre ; Comedy, friendship, love triangle, study stresses

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

Some chapters will have a poll at the end, asking different ideas on how to continue the story. For example, if a chapter ended at a cliff hanger, I would provide a poll with different options on how to continue (does that make sense). In a way, these polls are an interactive would you rather. It will make sense once the chapters get released.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

“Are you guys in heat or something?”

Name: Y/n L/n (your name and last name)

༊*·˚ Inazuma

༊*·˚ The main character + silly friend

༊*·˚ College student + streamer

༊*·˚ Age: 21

“They really are the biggest piece of shit there ever was. It turns me on a tad.”

Name: Kaveh

༊*·˚ Sumeru

༊*·˚ Silly dramatic #2

༊*·˚ College student + tutor

༊*·˚ Age: 21

“That info was unnecessary.”

Name: Alhaitham

༊*·˚ Sumeru

༊*·˚ The wise and rational one + genius rich kid

༊*·˚ College student

༊*·˚ Age: 19

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞! I’m actually kind of happy about it. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

#Reixtsu #the geniuses’ silly #kaveh my beloved #genshin impact au #Genshin impact x reader #Genshin x reader #Kaveh x reader #Alhaitham x reader #Kaveh x reader x Alhaitham

[reixtsu]

౨ৎ ⊹˚⋆ ❛ HARD LOVE，❜ - boys who look like soft doms but in reality love it rough.

contains: smut, fem!reader, hard dom, rough sex, very much implied spanking, daddy usage on himself

notes: my monthly post bc school is like kicking my ass esp with grad coming up... also sry to mentions i ignored lolol i've been going thru it

he'll go easy, it's our first time. you think to yourself. but little did you know he'd be fucking your brains out that night.

"not too- fast!" you squealed into the soft pillow of his bed, clutching onto the sheets for mercy as you found yourself getting fucked face down and ass up on your fourth date.

a breathy laugh echoed through the room along with the sound of repeated skin slapping. his thumb caressing the red hand prints embedded on your soft cheeks, admiring what he had done.

pleasure and pain surged through your body. you knew he was big, but not this big. his cock stretched your pussy out past its limits at this point. like a shoe 3 sizes too small, you'd wriggle, and wriggling, shove your foot in basically... you get the idea.

his length continued to hit your cervix every time he plunged your ass into his pelvis, soliloquies came out of your mouth without question. his neighbors are surely going to complain. he'd thrust into you quick and hard you felt so overstimulated to the point you could barely fathom what was happening.

he stayed silent the whole time, only making groans and huffs from time to time, until he muttered under his breath.

"sweet girl, s' fucking good for daddy."

he fisted your hair, forcing you to look back at the needy expression he had on his face. so vulnerable yet stern. your mouth was ajar as you moaned out meaningless words to him, staring into his shrouded eyes.

you mewled, tightened around his cock, trying to milk out more of that sweet feeling he gave you with every push into your cunt. his dick was lathered in your juices as it went in and out so smoothly. it pressed so harshly against your velvety walls that you could just feel his big vein.

"i- 'm about to-" was all you managed to say. your back arched downward as you scrunched up, satisfaction vibrating everywhere, even your hands. his breath became heavier as he too was approaching.

nothing could replicate the pure euphoria you felt right then.

"oh please, cumming- hard-" you felt his liquid seep into your cunt as you wrung each other dry of any cum that was left, the hot and sticky goodness dripped onto the bedding.

if his dick was this good every time you might as well just marry him already.

[reixtsu]

A Matinal Bliss

Husband!Aventurine x Reader

Synopsis : A rare morning when you wake up early with your husband

Warning : ethereal aventurine (yes that's a warning), tease aventurine, one or two suggestive remarks (nothing explicit)

A/n : '.......' meaning short timeskip

A short yawn escaped your lips as you sat up, rubbing the haze out of your eyes when you looked beside you.

'Aeons he looks gorgeous like this'

The soft sunshine casted a warm glow in the room making everything shine golden.

'I suppose it is worth waking up early sometimes to witness this' you thought, rolling towards the sleeping form of the man beside you, trailing a gentle finger across his soft skin, thumb tracing back and forth motions on the apple of his cheek as you gazed at him with pure adoration.

You bent your head a little lower, whispering in his ear. "Wake up honey."

You tried coaxing him again once more, this time placing a chaste kiss below his ear. He stirred, releasing a soft groan as he shifted, turning on his side and draping an arm over you, pulling you closer.

"Wake up or you'll be late baby" you said affectionately, a small smile on your lips as you started placing feather light kisses against his neck.

"mmm stop treasure." He pulled you against him closer in an attempt to halt your movements, his voice still husky from sleep making your heart flutter.

You raised your hand to his face, tracing his features once more as you kissed him on his jaw.

He finally opened his eyes at that, those neon pink orbs landing on yours as you gave him a loving smile.

"Morning Treasure" he gave you a smile, his lips making contact with your forehead before finally releasing his grip on you.

He sat up, stretching his limbs and rolling his neck as he saw you get up. "I'll make you some coffee. You go brush" you instructed with hands on your hips before leaving the room.

..........

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted across the house as you heard footsteps make their way into the kitchen.

"Morning my dear husband." You mused as you looped your arms around his neck, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Placing a soft kiss against your neck, he straightened up again, hands fishing away towards the coffee mug that sat on the counter.

You laughed. "Always so eager for coffee."

..........

As you were done placing the breakfast on the dining table, your husband entered, hands rubbing the towel on his wet hair, an unbuttoned shirt loosing hanging on his frame as his chest glistened with water droplets like diamonds.

You sucked in a deep breath at that, which obviously didn't go unnoticed by his keen observation.

"Like what you see Treasure?" He teased, lips curving up in a smirk as he took a seat, hand catching yours as he placed a kiss on the centre of your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

You cleared your throat, asking to deflect the topic. "Not wearing your usual today?" You didn't wish to get hot and bothered when he clearly had to leave for work soon. It'll only mean suffering for later till he returns home.

He piled some food on his plate, cutting into it as he spoke "No. I felt like I should try a change of pace."

He chewed the bite, gulping it down as he placed a kiss against your forehead, muttering. "It's delicious. Thank you love."

.......

You buttoned his shirt as he styled his hair in the mirror behind you. There was a slight shake in your fingers every time they brushed against his toned abdomen and chest.

Hooking the final piece of jewellery on his ear, he was done. You were about to go around him to retrieve something when his hands clasped against your shoulders, restricting your further movement as he tilted his head down, a sinister smile reflecting his features as he whispered in your ear.

"Don't worry, my Treasure. I'm going to repay every ounce of your help this morning when I return."

Aventurine Masterlist

Masterlist

Written by yours truly

[reixtsu]

I have a strong desire to write nsfw with Boothill- (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)

#Hsr #Honkai star rail #Boothill #hsr Boothill #Boothill x reader #Reixtsu

[reixtsu]

Okay but imagine if the Creator's child was Kaveh's.

Out of literally everyone in the world and the creator bags the broke architect 🤭

Que Jessica Rabbit's 'he makes me laugh'.

He still lives with Alhaitham bc the idea of sharing a literal child with the creator but still getting locked out of your apartment is hilarious.

The creator had a the broke architect's child

Creative child

After your child is born with no distinctive features other than his blond hair the first one to know who your lover was is your own child

WC: 900~

To be 100% truthful I only thought about doing this for the iconic physical feature like neuvi, Diluc, etc but this was fun jsjs

“Morning, parental unit” your blond son stands on the door joining your library and the solarium in which you often humored visits.

“Morning, uhm, offspring?” Your hand reaches towards the book shelf without minding him, people said children his age find joy in speaking and behaving weirdly, and yours wasn't an exception, if his giggles meant something. 

“I heard you speaking with mister Diluc about visiting Sumeru”

“It's bad to eavesdrop” softly you chastise him but he pouts and stomps.

“I wanna go! You told me dad lives there, I wanna meet him”

“Shush! I told you that as our secret” you close the book you were skimming over but sigh as you see his yellow eyes “but last month when I told you to come for a festival in Sumeru but you didn't want to go”

“Because aunties Eula and Amber were going to teach me how to skyyyy” he whines the last word, already sensing you wouldn't want to take him there. 

“Bratty child” you groan “fine, if you manage to make up for the 4 days we will not be here with your tutor I will take you” and as you finish talking you hear him slamming the door shut and his bare feet hitting the floor as he runs away.

And, somehow, your usually mischievous child managed to work hard enough to make up for a few absences, or so said his tutor, who you still believed was under the spell of his puppy eyes, just like when he managed to smuggle two cats and a cryo slime.

“Karen, stay close, we have to go to the akademiya to check some paperwork and sit through some meetings” you grab his forearm, dragging him away from the colorful stained glass mobiles and the fluffy beasts carrying spices and fruit.

After a fair bit of bickering with every stand selling something he has never seen you manage to reach the akademiya, even if Karen was almost being dragged. 

Popping your head on the administration room you see a row of desks, a familiar face standing out amongst the sea of brown hair, a long gray hair standing up tall from his scalp.

Alhaitham is lounging in his desk, a book on one hand and a pen on the other, seeing him so calm makes you decide against bothering him and rather to ask one of his coworkers, even if you have to wait for a little bit while they finish transcribing as you chat them up, knowing it could be intimidating to have you stand silently besides them.

“C'mon let's just go to himmm, he looks like he is just lazing arounddd” Karen tugs on the bottom of your tunic but you ignore his little tantrum and keep asking the girl about the date she told you she will have after work.

Seemingly waiting for five minutes was too much of a waste of time that could be used to explore this nation. Sneaking silently behind you he stands before Alhaitham’s desk, but is ignored as he has his noise canceling earbuds and Karen isn't taller than the desk.

“Hey” he says, no answer “Heeeyy” no answer, now ticked off Karen slams his small hands against the thick wood board “HEY! STOP IGNORING ME” 

Alhaitham just peeks his head towards him, not hearing the noise but seeing his hands, but when he looks at him his annoyed look and yellow eyes seem too familiar.

He opens his mouth, eyes half closed as if he was thinking about something. 

Now noticing he was causing the ruckus you drag him by the armpits so he stops hitting the desk, as you start making Karen apologize you see Alhaitham's face. His eyebrows now almost up with his hairline and his green eyes uncharacteristically wide, but quickly he changes into a smirk as Karen apologizes for yelling.

“Please don't tell me it was-”

“Keep reading your book”

“Not my guest's bed~” he teases while grabbing his book, expecting the office to be calm again when the door slams open again, a blond huffing and puffing ready to face his housemate.

“YOU… how come you always grab my keys?! I couldn't enter the house for 2 hours!” to which al haitham tugs a set of keys out of his pockets and dangles three keys and a lion doll.

“Ugh, calm down. Why even wait 2 hours if you already know where I work?”

Under all their yapping you mumble something to your son “that is your dad” and you let a small promise to make both meet if he is busy, but after 5 ish minutes of bickering and the paperwork you needed snug in your hand it's obvious it will be quicker to just end this fight yourself. 

“Kaveh? Oh, hi, it's been so long” one of your hands falls on his shoulder, making him notice your presence “like 4 years ago?” You ask as you feel Karen hug one of your legs.

“oh, yeah, it's been so long” he laughs lightly, feeling suddenly bashful.

“It's a shame I was so busy I was just able to visit Sumeru, someone wanted to meet you” the flat part of your nail rakes through your son's hair.

“Huh?” He just now notices the kid behind you and his bright hair.

“Could you take care of him for a second? I have to finish a meeting and I should be able to meet you two”

“Yep! I will show him around and we can meet at the cafe, in sure we will have a lot to talk about”

Don't dare to run away so fast... Who allowed you to use my house like a motel

Hick!

[reixtsu]

SLEEP WITH, MARRY, KILL

⤷ ⋮ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ⋮

౨ৎ how to play: 1. there will be three characters (multifandom). simply choose one you'd want to sleep with, one you'd want to marry, and one you'd... well, kill. 2. each character will have a comment based on your decision, read it!

ೀ warning: characters may have some harsh or suggestive replies, so proceed with caution !

౨ৎ characters from the following fandoms: BLUE LOCK, genshin impact, honkai star rail, JJK

1. 彡 who would you sleep with, marry, kill?

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to sleep with him

𝐃𝐑. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎: "oh? you want to sleep with me? i'm afraid i'd rather watch paint dry."

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀: "haha! not surprised. i'll make it worth your while, y/n."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈: "y/n, i believe it is best to refrain from such... engagements. i must respectfully decline."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to marry him

𝐃𝐑. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎: "hm, i can hardly contain my enthusiasm. it seems you've also been infected by the disease named stupidity." (translation: "i'll consider it,")

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀: "what's the hurry? just kidding, this seems like the beginning of our grand adventure, my love."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈: "...what? y/n, marriage is a serious commitment... it requires careful consideration— i apologize, i seem to have forgotten this was a game."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to kill him

𝐃𝐑. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎: "you know y/n, sometimes it's better to keep your lips sealed and give the impression that you're stupid, rather than to open your mouth and remove all the doubt they might have had?"

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀: "damn it, y/nnn! so easy to love yet so hard to hate..."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈: "...i won't hold it against you."

2. 彡 who would you sleep with, marry, kill?

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to sleep with him

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄: "eww... but i suppose i could lower my standards for one night..."

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄: "oho? fascinating. we can use each other for tonight, just make sure you don't disappoint me, friend."

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑: "fine, but only because i pity you. it's the closest you'll ever get to perfection, anyway."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to marry him

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄: "w-what? me, marry you? pathetic..."

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄: "love is a gamble, but with you it seems like it's a guaranteed win..."

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑: "Marry me? That's laughable— and what makes you so special, hm?"

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to kill him

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄: "i'd like to see you try, you insignificant... human."

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄: "hmm, y/n, i didn't know you were one to pull risky moves. i'll let fate decide my outcome, let's see if luck is on my side."

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑: "tch, likewise."

3. 彡 who would you sleep with, marry, kill?

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to sleep with him

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: "hell yeah, i love sleepovers! i'll bring suguru and shoko— wait whaaat?"

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄: "...my apologies. while i am honoured by your proposal, i must politely decline as it is not my intention to take advantage of your precious body."

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋: "y'wanna fuck? no need t'ask twice, pretty thing."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to marry him

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: "haha, of course. after all, the question is: who wouldn't choose to marry me?"

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄: "it would be a privilege to marry you, y/n... but perhaps we should start slow and take it one step at a time."

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋: "say less, darlin'. i'll give ya the best life y'could ask for."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to kill him

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: "haha! not if i kill you first! :)"

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄: "ah, i apologize. it's raining again in fontaine."

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋: "mm' pretty, don't know what i did but, y'know what they say? hate sex is the best sex." (a/n: sorry)

4. 彡 who would you sleep with, marry, kill?

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to sleep with him

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘: "oh? guess i've got a different purpose for using my handcuffs now."

𝐒𝐀𝐄: "yuck... whoever is willing to sleep with you is just too lazy to jerk off..." (ouch)

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈: "hmm? how much are ya willing to pay?"

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to marry him

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘: "...let us sit down and discuss this, perhaps over a cup of tea."

𝐒𝐀𝐄: "ugh... i have no interest in someone as lukewarm as you. i have better things to do than waste my time with you."

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈: "pftt, nah."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to kill him

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘: "careful now, y/n. i won't be able to reduce your prison sentence if you were to commit murder."

𝐒𝐀𝐄: "i don't give a shit. this game is such a waste of my time."

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈: "oh, are you flirting with me?"

5. 彡 who would you sleep with, marry, kill?

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to sleep with him

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇: "well i certainly am looking forward to decorating you with love bites... you'll look like a gorgeous piece of art by the time i'm done with you."

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎: "uhh... like innocently sleeping beside each other or— oh. fuck yes, come here."

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌: "i'll consider it if it's a one-time thing, but later... this book is quite intriguing."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to marry him

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇: "seriously? there is no time to waste then. i'll build us the grandest mansion ever known in sumeru!"

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎: "you... what? but i guess the idea of having a family with you does sound exciting..."

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌: "i apologize, but getting married seems like a hassle. i'd rather live a comfortable life on my own."

⤑ what he'd say if you chose to kill him

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇: "mhmm, such a pretty liar."

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎: "don't say that. shut up and kiss me."

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌: "well, what can i say? you're as smart as you look."

★ 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 . . .

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[reixtsu]

જ⁀ 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 , hsr men !

side comments: i love old jazzy tunes or old songs in general. i usually don't do this kind of fic but i wanted to try something new.

extra: gn reader, fluff, all hsr men except yanqing & misha word count: 434

Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you. 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 / Ray Charles

Despite age the two of you bustle about; committing your duties be it work or another passion. Perhaps either of you transverse the cosmos. However, when Twilight's wings gingerly take you under its folds, the two of you melt into one like candle wax dripping down its holder. No matter what path each of you treads- you are bound no matter the state. Thus, under the duvet covers and the unspoken lullabies of the night, he presses kisses on your wrinkled eyes like gemstones while slowly caressing your furrowed hand with a gentleness only matched by the lightness of a feather and the warmth of a beating heart. It is instinctive like blinking, like drawing air into the lungs. Rest now in silence for neither of you needed to say a word, another day will come and nights of blossoming devotion will echo into eternity.

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 . Dan Heng . 𝐃𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 . 𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀 . Gepard . 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍 . 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 . Blade . 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 . Sam . + any of your favourites

Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me I love all the many charms about you Above all, I want my arms about you 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 / Judy Garland

Your limbs might not take you far now, but he'll twirl you in the air like a star and tease you until your cheeks ache from laughter. The glimmer and shine of that first date still trails behind the two of you: stardust in the wind, wings that seldom break. You two still share that hidden kiss in public and search for treasures amongst a sea of rust. Giddy and unfettered, the two of you are like birds spinning in the air; chasing each other in fits of uncontrolled laughter. Blush still brushing against your sagging cheeks and the tipsyness of a night still young, his own heart enthralled as the first time he met you. The throng can stare if they want; asking why not sit down? Would you like some help? That's fine, he'll still banter and pursue adoration as if it's not already tucked in his arms. Because despite his gradually wilting eyes and worn-out knees, he'll still bow down and press his head against your stomach, whispering, "mine."

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 . Argenti . 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 . 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐎 . 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 . Gallager . 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 . + any of your favourites

At last My love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 / Etta James

The two of you have mellowed over the years, lost some hair and found comfort in blue skies, the pit pat of rain and sand between your toes. Perhaps the two of you find a house in the countryside or build a home on a distant planet found in cup boards and the warmth of an oven. Perhaps you settle under the blanket of the universe; allowing your eyes to trace the sun inching down the walls of your shared home. The two of you spend your days lying languidly on the couch, days drifting into melodies spent well and arms entangled as one. He never would've thought that his heart could slow and his soul mellow like a distant breeze. His eyes drifted towards your figure, a pleasant smile reaching his lips.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 . Welt . Gepard . 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 . Dr. Ratio . 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 . 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆 . Jing Yuan . Luocha . 𝐒𝐀𝐌 . + any of your favourites

masterlist.

#This is so sweet!