𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦
[ blade x f!reader ] blade in his feels, hurt/comfort, only you can bring dawn after his twilight surrounds
• now playing;; lapalux — without you
blade felt suffocating, yet again, in a dream that never started, just sucked him in, in a dream that was truly ancient and real, that surely must've been there since eons. and it chose him, and it had him, and had him, and had him and got him tied up.
the dream was of nothing, it was just of the feeling of something filling everything around you, it was just the sea, the great sea, sea of something only he could experience.
first, it was the great sea of pain. then it got dull, and now it's an abyss of nihility. absolute indifference. absolute silence. blade is silent, he is indifferent to everything and everyone surrounding him. he moves amongst crowds and swords and stars slowly, unhurriedly. and yet, and yet there are times and places where there is a storm raging and throbbing in his chest, cracking his ribs, squishing his soul into a great mass of agony of the remembrance. such a storm can only corrupt. c o r r u p t.
right you by force to suck you in
is existence in such corruption and state even worth space? is it worth the bloodshed? worth the energy, time and impacts he made throughout those eternal decades, centuries? blade does not know. sometimes, it is better to not know. it is better to not think too much about eternity he has in front of him, and which he despises and wishes to destroy. it seems, however, like there is someone for whom this existence is the very pure reason of why the world keeps spinning. there is someone who needs his existence. (his protection, no—)
to pull you under, tight
he shifted, silky sheets heavier with bits of sweat, his hair a mess, his hands gripping the soft blankets, his leg twitching uncontrollably at the memory of centuries without death and—
and ren hears your soft sigh, as you shuffle, your arm moving closer in his direction, in search of him. it has scars and well built muscles from fighting alongside him for such a long time. he blinks shock away from his crimson pupils.
you. you who stood beside blade, if he was in wrong or right, in light or shadow, by day or at night. it is you who needs him. and try as he may, sooner or later the conclusion comes that he needs you too. in such a vulnerable state you find him as you slowly open your eyes, which blade guesses are still heavy with sleep and unconsciousness. you're small next to him, more slim, valley of your hips wider than his but with thinner shoulders and prettier chest, prettier thighs. his shaky (but powerful) hand finds its way on your waist, where it belong. you huff.
"you up?" your voice embraces him.
"as you."
he hates that you notice that something is, in fact, not in its usual condition as you move even closer, your upper body touching his ribcage, your very warm breath tickling thin skin on his neck, arm thrown over blade's body. he turns head to you, you tilt yours. your lips drown in his in an act of a soft kiss. he stole so many of your kisses by now.
"blade" you yawn. "you should get some rest."
he licks over his teeth, stares up at the ceiling.
"didn't try it yet" the answer is dry.
you roll your eyes, opening your thighs so you can sit on his waist and snuggle into his hard chest.
"what is bothering your little brain?" you ask, making him close his eyes for a second.
when he opens them again and looks into your very own soul, it feels as if you're staring into two vast red pools, with sadness glowing in them like little fish.
"blade?"
"i regret making you depend on me" he lets out, his lungs doubling in size and then going back to normal when he sighs. "and making myself depend on you."
"so dark, as usual" you click your tongue. "the overthinking."
"it is not overthinking, it is more of a realization. i will not be having you for long in my life. instead, it will be more of a blink."
you smirk, your fingers tracing his sharp jawline.
and your words are engraved in me, so long as guilt resides here
"that is true." you admit. "i won't live forever."
blade bites his tongue, the sudden tide of sadness too much to handle. for now. for now, for this night, he asks for your comforting hold only.
even if you do not live forever, he does. he does live forever for both of you. for every comrade and enemy he lost over these long millenniums. out of all the things he forgot, there are some he may never lose. one of them is you. right? it must be you. you brought so much difference to his life, so much change. that chance mustn't be mashed into one with the mud.
come to the walls and writing, without broken hearts imprinted beside me
he knew love once. some part that is within him now, knew love once and once was enough. but you came and crushed the thesis down. once was not enough for his soul. he now chose you, you over peace, you over hatred and not caring. you became the one he dreamed to kiss.
"blade."
his lips ghost over your forehead, in an angelic manner. it's funny. you laid with the devil and now it feels like the heavens guest you.
"blade, i love you" you say, your voice weak and shivering like a leaf, but the idea strong and unmoving.
i do not want you to leave me
he will never (maybe) say it out loud to you, but he wishes he never met you, he wishes that in every other universe his sword pierced your heart before you could ever say your first words to him. just so he could never know your love, because he is aware of the fact you will be gone in a few years, or maybe less, and he will be alone, without you, without you, and the dreams of the sea cycle will repeat, this time, however, without you to steal yet another kiss from his dry lips.
i do not want to leave you
will this love ever be gone with time?
you squeeze his hand, you intertwine your fingers with his.
"you clearly do" he answers you, his voice stoic, filled with something you can't put a finger on yet. "i do not love you as visibly, i feel."
"you love me enough to show me your tears, ren" you lean forward and kiss away demons, nightmares, droplets from the sea of the dream.
you kiss away tears at his cheek that, in fact, appeared there some time ago. blade didn't notice. he does not make any deal out of it. he is tired, and he is with you.
i do not want you to leave me. i do not want to leave you.
his lips dance on yours for twenty eight seconds.
"i love you much" he promises, and you trust.
he kisses your eyelids, and you sleep again.
@skadee 2024
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I’m sick af atm so here is some self-indulgent hcs (meant to be generic so any ship applies but am using reader format bc its easier lmao)
How they’d react to you being sick:
Reads to you, fetches you soup, runs colder than your average person so let's you lay on them to try and cool you down, tries to juggle work with taking care of you but ends up having to request time off because he was getting ill from running himself ragged:
Neuvillette, Zhongli, Dan Heng
Bitches to you endlessly about how stupid you are for getting sick whilst making sure you have a cold compress, glares at you until you eat whatever ‘health’ food he’s cooked for you, wraps you in an ungodly amount of blankets, secretly really worried because humans are fragile, what if you die and he’s alone again:
Wanderer
Has had lots of practice in the past (siblings, own kid etc), will actually ask what you want rather than assume, lots of reassurances and snuggles, ends up getting sick shortly thereafter:
Welt Yang, Tartaglia
Anime marathons, blanket fort in front of his TV, missed gaming sessions, lots of fruit snacks, pestering his more knowledgeable brothers about what humans need when they are ill, few freakouts when you end up getting sicker before you get better, getting flustered when you fall asleep on him as he helps you cool off:
Leviathan
Doesn’t realise that you’re sick until you or someone else points it out, then force feeds you scorching hot soup whilst glaring at you:
Blade
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