#but if anyone catches your eye dear reader feel free to ask about them in specifics? even if they seem niche or under-drawn...

[lucabyte]

your ocs!!!!! please ramble about them!!!!

i love your art so much

(GRABS YOU) H. CAN DO BOSS.

So ! My ocs. I guess I'll do an overall explainer for the overall groups. If you check out my Toyhouse (LINK!) there's a bunch of folders up top that are how I categorise them. It's primarily by universe except for the folders that are just "misc."

So folder 1: Blatant favouritism:

These are silly little guys that don't fit in any specific wider universe, but I really really like. So I'll spotlight the two important ones before i get real in the weeds with my main universe.

In here are notably, my Fursona (self explanatory), Ali and Pittsburgh Cincinnati. There's also Hauntkit and Clearpelt who are warriorcats ocs that *is dragged away by airport security*

... So, Pittsburgh, lovingly sometimes called pissbug, is a weird little Thing who I made as like, an homage to characters like happy bunny and Sweetypuss. She (and her weird dog) exist to stand next to strange and offputting captions. I love her. No further context. She's just silly. and violent.

Now. Ali.

Ali Alighieri has thoroughly stolen the show, and also ties into the next folder along, Making Your MK.

With over a hundred extra images compared to second place (Sorry, Tabitha). Ali is my fucked up little scrunkly. My little baby guy. They're a shared character of mine and @samhainian's, and is from their Creature Feature setting (A modern fantasy setting wherein Cryptids and Magic are real but in our modern world.) They are as such, a modern human young adult... Who is also a demon + magic user.

Strange little pansexual altersex genderqueer poetry-nerd that they are... The modern setting also means they are literally just a tumblr user. A fellow countryman, so to speak.

HOWEVER.... Ali's true origin was in *Purrgatorio*, a scrapped visual novel of mine set in the MYMK universe! They were simply retrofitted into CF as the joke with Purrgatorio was that a regular human had mysteriously just shown up in MYMK's pure-furry setting.... And then when we scrapped the project we got all attatched to our little not-so-blank-slate protagonist. But I'll put a pin in Purrgatorio for later.

Making Your MK.

(Guest of honour: My super unfinished website <3)

Okay so here's the big one. The setting with.... (looks at spreadsheet) 109 characters not including so-called incidentals. At time of writing.

MYMK is home to... Multiple stories. As you would hope when a setting has 100+ characters. I'd wager each story has about 10-20 relevant characters tops but with a big shared universe like this there gets to be overlap between casts!!! Yay !!! 😊😊😊

MYMK is the name of the main story in the setting. Pronounced "Making your Mark", it is centered around Markus Felidae (The purple one) and their family. It's very action-adventure-y. It's also the plot I'm most secretive about the backend of since I WILL!!!!! Turn it into a nice prose story with pictures SOMEDAY!!!!! But for now tee hee hee secrets secrets. Markus' family is strange and ragtag and is keeping something from them... I can't ramble on too long here unless further prompted in asks about specifics but!!! Everyone in the MYMK folder has a fully furbished little profile with a blurb about them. So if you're curious....

But yeah, I tend to think of the MYMK setting more in terms of its Locations than its Casts, due to the overlapping nature of them all. The Malbranche may be the villains of the main plot, but they're also major players in relation to The Palsgrave who are the antagonists of Moraine, etc etc,

The country everything in MYMK is set in is called New Orphidian, Southern hemisphere little thing, here's a very cartoony map of it.

Um. Cliffside!

Since it's the best map I have... Here's an exclusive sneak peek of a Zine I'll be getting back to once the fandom brain cools down a bit.... :3c

(... I REALLY NEED TO DO A TOUR AROUND THE MINECRAFT CLIFFSIDE SAM AND I BUILT..... IT'S SO CUTE....)

Cliffside is situated on a big ol' Cliff.

A tiny hamlet of a place, it used to have reason to exist, and now does not. It's not even a good tourist locale, as the cliff is much too dangerous compared to the nicer tourist spot of Welkin just a little north. Not to mention nearby Moraine's allure as a tax haven with no labour laws place where a bunch of TV and Movies are filmed!

It's where most of MYMK's main cast reside (except the antagonists from the Big City Varmonte), and is as such a location I have a lot of tiny little worldbuilding thoughts about :)

I won't go into the other locations here just because then this post will SUPER get away from me but... I think most importantly for Cliffside right now...

Is that it's where Purrgatorio is set. Yes, that VN I said got scrapped. It's not dead. It is in fact serving it's original intended purpose as "A (mostly) noncanon exploration of character voice and setting"

It's back and its prose babeyyyyyyy!!! (A BUNCH OF THE EARLY STUFF IS ME BEING SUPER RUSTY ... BE WARNED)

Purrgatorio is currently the most publicly available coherent work I have out of my ocs! It's very low-stakes and serves mostly to bash my toys together and see what character dynamics come out, but you can look if you want to!

(There's also a whole THING on the meta of its Canonicity... It's not canon, but it's also not NOT canon. But if I talk about Metanarrative Timeline Collapse in my normal mundane non-magic setting im gonna sound bonkers ✌)

Ali's dynamics with the MYMK cast are so goddamn funny to me. Like I literally just handed my OCs some ET shit but ET is a sexually repressed tumblr user with a mood disorder.

But yeah I don't think I can coherently string together much more about MYMK without just actually explaining THE WHOLE PLOT.... Though I will absolutely elaborate on any given character's Whole Deal if i'm prompted. (OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CHROME AND TABITHA. WAIT. OKAY THERE'S. OK NO IF I TALKED ABOUT THEM IT'D JUST END UP AN ESSAY ,SORRY..)

So here's some bonafide classic images for the road.

(IF TUMBLR BREAKS THE FORMATTING AND JUST PUTS THESE ONE AFTER THE OTHER INSTEAD OF IN A GRID IM SO SORRY LMAOOOOO)

... And as for the other folders on my toyhouse!

Misc and Fandom are what they sound like. Self explanatory,

Then, Ysden is @samhainian's fantasy setting. It's where our DnD games happen to be set but it's also a general fantasy setting :)

and Monster of the Week... Is currently being revamped! It used to be a modern world setting with hidden magic, now it's going to be more... Adventure Time-y. Fantasy world get iphone. Yknow. It has a lower Age Rating than MYMK's "anything goes", as it started as a Pitch Bible Project in my animation class. They're a little neglected but I still love them :) The revamp is extemely recent and not reflected in any of the art/writing yet but I'm workin on it. It still doesn't have a proper title..... OTL

So yeah!! Uh. This wasn't as comprehensive as I was hoping but it turns out I have way, WAY too many thoughts on my guys. And no idea what to do when im actually asked about them so !!!! This was not a very coherent ramble but it was a ramble !

There's things like essays on Chrome and Tabitha (Link) and also The Queer Gender Identities Of The Whole Cast (Link) hiding around on my toyhouse, and once again, Purrgatorio (Link) serves as my sandbox for playing with how these characters act in situations.

But..... ! I did try to make my toyhouse approachable for the average layman. Every character in the MYMK folder (Link) has a *blurb* of information, rather than a giant wall of text explaining everything about them. I want people to be able to understand their general vibe at a glance rather than be overwhelmed.

In any case ???? Uh. Fun game for everyone: If you know your homestuck classpect, every single MYMK character has a classpect and lunar sway. and a birthday. Try and find your andrew-hussie assigned kin! As a Prospitian Witch of Heart, I share my classpect and lunar sway with Chrome. No I don't know what this means. It worries me honestly he's kind of an asshole.

#oh my god this is so long and not coherent at all anon i love you thank you so much for asking but this is unintelligable from me LOL #long post #EVEN LONGER IF TUMBLR BREAKS THE FORMATTING WHICH IM SUPER SCARED IT WILL DO #but yeah. BURSTS INTO TEARS. I LOVE MY LITTLE GUYS THERES LIKE 10 YEARS UPCOMING OF DEV ON THEM ITS UNWEILDY #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING AUGH.... SORRY THIS IS MOSTLY JUST SAYING TO LOOK AT MY TOYHOUSE LOLLL #but if anyone catches your eye dear reader feel free to ask about them in specifics? even if they seem niche or under-drawn... #i will have had a lot of thoughts on them. no matter what. #also my toyhouse doesnt make it clear whos trans gender because i only list pronouns and not gender identity but . theres a bunch. #i have so many goddamn nonbinary characters who use binary pronouns too its . i realise i make it hard to tell LOL #anyway the classpect assigned kinnie thing is my fav thing to do. everyone should do this with their ocs #lucabytetalks #LUCABYTETALKS LIKE. A LOT. THIS TIME. THIS IS SO DISORGANISED GOOD LIRD.....

[kitten4sannie]

backstage bukakke with ateez ♡

a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no i’m not okay 🙂‍↔️🫶🏼 without further ado, here’s a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insane….i should be in a padded cell rn….) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this 😭😭

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, who’s the biggest menace here? that’s for you to decide 🫵🏼, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cum….., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3

Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.

“Manager-nim, did you like the show?” San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.

“You know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,” you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.

San couldn’t help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. “You’re right. We’re way past titles, aren’t we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.”

You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. “S-San, behave yourself.”

He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. “Don’t act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, don’t you?”

You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.

Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, “We could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didn’t you? Even though you’re our manager, you’re still our good little slut, yeah?”

Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.

San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. “Can I ask you something?”

Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldn’t help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. “Say it, San….”

His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. “Can we make you our whore, Manager-nim?”

The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.

“As long as someone locks the door, okay?” you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.

San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat — one they would savor together.

-

“Don’t pass out on us now, baby,” San’s husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. “How many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?”

You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldn’t even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. “I-i don’t know how many, just want more,” you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.

“Yeah, you always want more from us, don’t you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?”

You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. “Uh-huh, wanna be good for you all…”

“How precious,” San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. “Then, be good and take Wooyoung’s load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captain’s and Seonghwa’s earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?”

You couldn’t speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoung’s thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.

“Pretty baby, our pretty girl,” Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. “Can you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way I’m stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.

“Look at her, guys, she’s cumming just from being bred,” Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. “Poor slut can’t even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe it’ll help ground her.”

“Way ahead of you,” Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. “Say ‘ahh’, darling.”

Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosang’s pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all it’s worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. “Not enough…More, please. I’m being such a good girl, aren’t I?”

San’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. “Guys, I think we broke our manager.”

“Isn’t that the point? Look at her. She loves it,” Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. “Look, Sannie, her cunt’s all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?”

San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.

“Then, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,” Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against San’s ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.

San’s dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. “It’s so big inside, isn’t it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?”

All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking San’s curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term ‘horse cock’ didn’t even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. “It’s all for you, bro. Come and get it,” Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunho’s way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunho’s obscene girth.

San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. “I-it’s not a–fuck–race, guys,” you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunho’s warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve. 

“Yes, it is, and I’m gonna knock you up first, not this loser,” San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place. 

“I’m fucking her ass, dumbass, I can’t even knock her up if I wanted to,” Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “And I want to, tiny. Wish I could.” 

“Not with that attitude,” San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. “I’m going to fucking–unnnh–fill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And you’re, fuck, you’re so tight now. That’s our good cumslut.” 

“The perfect cumslut,” Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. “That’s right. You love Captain’s cock the most, don’t you, pretty girl?” 

Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. “Stay mad. It’s not my fault she has taste.” 

“You better watch it, Seonghwa.”

“You can watch our slut suck my cock.” 

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over. 

It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side. 

“Cumming,” they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks. 

Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.

San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. “Here, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.”

Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. “Want it?” he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.

“Please!”

Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear manager’s face and body in their cum. 

Once you all came down, you found that you couldn’t quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.

“How was that?” San asked softly near your ear. 

“We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Yunho murmured, biting his lip. 

“How are you feeling, Manager-nim?” Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.

You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldn’t have asked for a better job. “Guys…I’m fine, and for the record, it was so good, I don’t think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. I’m a bit concerned, actually.”

The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. “Okay, so, who’s going to clean this mess up? And, it’s not going to be me. I can’t move my legs. I…think you guys actually broke me.”

San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. “I told you!”

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[yandere-3-sagau]

Hello! New anon here, idk if you do anything like this but i had an interesting thought the other day!

So yknow how you can name scaramouche right of course

So i named mine,,,,genuinely? Like i went out and looked up names (what can i say im down bad okay) and I found the name ‘Ena’ which means ‘gift from god’ (according to what i found-) or something like ‘blessed life’

So what if in a secret creator!sagau, the reader names him that and he dismisses it at first but then catches the reader having a look (sort of like a sad smile) every time they refer to him as that, so he finally asks what it means and they say its because they see him as being worthy of living. That they see him as a blessing from ‘the creator’ and they want him to see himself that way- (like not in a ‘more important than anyone else’ way, just in a ‘you exist therefore you deserve to live’ kinda way)

Idk if you like this but feel free to ignore this if you’re uncomfortable! Tysm for your time!

hehehe do you know that wanderer is my favorite? Quite similarly to you, I took my time searching for a good name. I named him Aziz. It’s an Arabic name and I thought it was fitting since his new beginning began in Sumeru, a place based on the middle east. While Aziz means to be strong and powerful, it also means dear, darling, and precious. If SAGAU were to ever be real, I would want him to know that he is precious and loved. <33

since this ask is about secret creator!reader, i am going to assume that wanderer is still unaware of your identity when you mention the meaning of his name.

Yandere!Wanderer x Secret!Creator!Reader

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The wanderer didn’t really care for names. He’s had so many throughout the years that he could care less how people addressed him. 

So when the traveler gave him his name, he didn’t really think much of it. After all, it was a name given to him by his former enemy. What special meaning could it have? The traveler never explained it and he never thought to ask.

He kept the name for convenience but rarely ever used it. Many still referred to him as wanderer and he didn’t bother to correct them. There were times he had even forgotten that he had a new name. 

The first time he actually ever cares about his name is the first time he hears it from you. 

The name rolls so casually off your tongue it’s as if you’ve said it a thousand times. The soothing sound of your voice saying the name that belonged solely  to him makes him feel so strange that he doesn’t even realize that he’s never told you his name before. 

Though it sounds foreign at first, he quickly grows accustomed to being called his new name. 

However, every time you call him that name, you have a certain look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite understand. You look at him as if he holds the world in his hands yet it’s accompanied by a sense of sadness. 

Unbeknownst to him, every time you say his name, you’re reminded of his past. You think about how while erasing his previous names, he intended to erase his entire existence along with it and it breaks your heart. 

Though he has trouble recognizing emotions, he can sense your sadness.

Finally, he caves into his curiosity and asks why you always have that look on your face. Why you look like you want to cry whenever that name is mentioned.

“... do you know what your name means?” 

You gaze at him with such soft eyes that he almost forgets to answer.

“No, why?”

“Your name means ‘gift from god’ and ‘blessed life.’”

It takes some time to process, but after finally realizing what the meaning of his name is, the wanderer grows a bit angry. 

Gift from god? Blessed life?

The traveler must be mocking him.

How can he be a gift from god when he was abandoned by his mother, the God of Eternity? and what part of his life is blessed when he’s committed countless sins and all he’s experienced is tragedy. 

Wanderer remains silent but he can feel your gaze on him. Those eyes that to seem to see right though him. 

—

Later on, he approaches the traveler. 

“Why did you name me __?’“

The traveler pauses, surprised by the sudden question. 

“I... don’t know, if I’m being honest.”

Wanderer scoffs. “How can you not know? Are you mocking me?”

“No, I really don’t know. Now that I think about it, it really is quite strange,” the traveler says as they recall the moment the wanderer was named. 

“At the time, the name just slipped from my mouth.” 

“It just slipped from your mouth? You don’t even know what it means?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t. I’ve honestly never heard of the name before.”

Hearing this, the wanderer is a bit offended. It seems such little thought was put into his name. He thinks that maybe you were lying. He searched through many books in the Akademyia for the origin but he couldn’t find anything close to what you told him. 

The next time you call his name, he stops you. He tells you stop using it. Saddened, you ask him why.

“It’s a meaningless name and whatever you claimed it means doesn’t even suit me.”

“What do you mean? I...whoever named you must see you as a gift. Your life is a blessing to them.”

“The person that named me doesn’t even know the meaning.”

You grow quiet upon hearing this. You can’t refute him, unable to explain to him that you were the person to name him. 

You’re heartbroken that he thinks so little of himself. You want nothing more than to tell him that he really is a blessing. That he’s important to you and worthy of living. But you remain silent and he does as well. 

He stops going by that name and decides to go by wanderer instead. He’s confused by your eyes that well up with unshed tears when he asks you call him wanderer instead of the name you had given him. 

It isn’t until you are exposed that he understands.

You are the creator and it was you that bestowed the name upon him while you were living through the eyes of the traveler.

This revelation sparks so many questions. 

Why did you name him that? Do you really see him as a blessing? Does he really mean that much to you?

His heart is hopeful but more and more anxiety fills his being the longer his thinks about it. 

Are you upset that he stopped using his name? Do you think he isn’t proud of it?

He doesn’t know what he’d do if you decided to take it back. But even if you tried, he wouldn’t let you. Suddenly, it’s apart of who he is now - the basis of his identity. Anyone who calls him wanderer now is immediately corrected.

He wants to confront you but he hasn’t seen you since your identity was exposed. You’ve disappeared without a trace, leaving his heart empty.

Nothing but your voice can sooth his aching heart and he can’t rest until finds you.

Until he hears you call his name once more, now that he’s finally able to appreciate it’s meaning. 

#yandere genshin #genshin impact #yandere sagau #yanderexreader #archons #kunikuzushi #wanderer #Scaramouche #yandere wanderer #yandere x reader #yandere #creator #creator reader #secret creator reader #secret creator #acolytes #genshin cult au #yandere genshin cult au #yandere scaramouche

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Gonna hold you

Gonna kiss you in my arms

Gonna take you away from harm

a/n: So first and foremost, this is an early birthday present to my one and only true mate @brekkershadowsinger. You're an absolute love of my life and I'll never get tired of telling you that! Second of all, be gentle with me I haven't written for Az in a hot minute. 🤍

request: Since your requests are open could I ask for a Azriel x reader scenario? One where they are pinning for each other but someone obssesed with reader seduces/controls her with a enchantment or a spell and suceeds at some point, but our batboy realizes and comes to save her and that's when the bond snaps.

warnings: capture, kidnapping, murder... yeah

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"You're so smitten", Cassian says, trying to catch up with Azriel, who strides past the streets of Velaris. "No, I am not", the male grumbles back, picking up his pace. The two batboys were making their way to the little bakery that had opened not long ago. Well, it wasn't the bakery itself that was the reason for the trip, even if the baked goods there were to die for. It was you and you alone who had Azriel go there every free moment that he had.

"No, but you so are", Cassian said once again, since Azriel slowed down slightly while his thought lingered. "I swear if you don't shut up…", "You will stab me, burry me where no one could find me…", Cassian bent finger after finger as he named all the threats Azriel had made in the past two weeks since you had walked into his life. "But, dear friend, I'm mated to Nesta, so be wary of that", Azriel rolled his eyes at that threat. "As if she doesn't want to leave you in the ditch herself most of the time". To that, Cassian let out a loud gasp, "You take that back", but Azriel didn't even bother as he stepped into the little building, bending slightly since the doors were rather low for his tall frame.

This place used to be an ancient supply store before the war, but the owner never returned. Rhys had worked night and day trying to provide for families, hold their broken lives in his hands, and help them build them right back up. But the town shifted. There were many more new faces. Quite a handful of refugees from different courts have traveled here, full of hope and dreams, and Rhys has welcomed them all. Among that mass was you.

And mother struck Azriel dead, but he had never seen anyone else that was even close to what you were. He doubted that you had any magical powers. But in his eyes, you were the goddess of beauty herself. Someone who felt like a home at first glance. Someone who made it feel right. Who finally made Azriel slow down. Who got him so lost in his own mind that Azriel forgot about the steps in training.

The spymaster caught you refilling some couple's cups with a bright smile, and it was as if the room was glowing alongside you. You lifted your head, probably weary of the eyes watching you, and your face lit up once more. With the last goodbyes, you moved to walk closer to Azriel. Who looked way too big for this tiny place with his broad shoulders.

"Amazing, you're here. I thought I'd have to sit next to this sulking ass all morning", Cassian said, beating you to your first hello and leaving you quietly taken back by his words. Azriel threw him a deathly glare before yanking his man bun backward, causing the soldier to stagger back. "Don't pay him any attention; hit his head during training", Azriel's grip didn't loosen, and you couldn't help but frown slightly. "Ice?", the shadow singer hummed. "If it's not too much trouble, and two cups of tea while you're at it". You nod quickly before rushing towards the back room. "If you'll open your mouth one more time", Azriel glared at Cassian, who looked more like a toddler who just got a proper scolding from his mother than a scary Illyrian, "I'll sit still and look pretty, soldiers promise".

Azriel wasn't sure why he took Cassian with him in the first place, but he just had to. A part of him was scared. He got nervous around you. It was like all of his systems would overheat, and he would start ranting the most stupid nonsense, looking like an absolute loser. And well, no one besides Cassian knew about the feelings blossoming in the spymaster's heart. He was the one to point out that Azriel had fallen for you. The one who encouraged his brother to go offer you help with getting the bakery ready. The one who told him how to compliment you from time to time, even if it came out slightly weird at times. Azriel had never truly taken a liking to someone to this extent. So he needed backup, and well, Cassian was the best he got.

"You sure you don't need to see a healer?", Azriel snapped his gaze up, watching as you carefully pressed the pack of ice to Cassian's head. "I'm a worrier, lady; I've seen worse", Cassian's fingers brushed yours as he took the pack from your delicate fingers. A part of Azriel grew jealous. He wouldn't call himself territorial, and well, you weren't his, but still, it just didn't sit well with him. "And I made you tea how you like it", Pushing the cup towards the shadow singer, you smiled lightly. "Dash of milk and some honey", "Thank you, Y/N.", Azriel gave you a tight smile. Cassian nudged him under the table slightly, but it didn't seem to change much.

Your eyes scanned the bakery; considering that it was still pretty early, you didn't have too many customers to tend to, so you pulled the chair for yourself, wanting nothing more but to stay in the Illyrian presence for as long as possible. "The paint for the walls came", you muttered quietly, "I didn't open all the cans but had to peek to see the color", a light giggle escaped your lips, and Azriel wished he could hear that sound forever. "Do you have someone to help you?", Azriel never really liked that his voice sounded so harsh compared to yours, but he just didn't know how to make it sound more gentle. You shook your head. "Brian still can't move his arm; the healer said it has to stay wrapped for at least a couple more weeks". Brian was an older male who came along with you. You had told Azriel that he was the closest thing to family you had ever had, and so Azriel grew to respect the man who had given up a lot just so he could provide for you.

"I can come by and help; the next couple of evenings are free for me", Azriel said, but you shook your head, "I can't ask the spymaster of the night court to help me paint the walls". It was nice for him to offer, but this was too much. They had all done way too much already. "Don't worry, Azriel over here is capable of many things", Cassian said, clapping his brother on the shoulder, "Getting dirty just happens to be one of them", and Cassian was surprised that his head didn't meet the tabletop after those words.

Azriel did return to the bakery that same evening. The place was much more lively. All the tables were occupied, and you were twirling around them like a little bee, buzzing away with a never-ending smile on your face. Your light was the first thing that made you way out of his league. Everything you were, Azriel wasn't, and all he could think of was how he would stain you with his darkness.

"We don't have free tables, but I can make you a spot by the counter if you want?", Azriel jumped slightly at the sound of your voice. Mother, he needed to stop daydreaming around you so much. It was not good for his image, yet he just can't seem to keep his head in check. If beforehand all he could think about was work and the past, now it was all occupied by you.

"I can always just stay here", Azriel blurted out, gesturing to the side of the street, making your eyes grow big. "And eat on the ground, no way". Your much smaller hand grabbed his palm. And Azriel wanted to pull away, not wanting you to feel the scars that covered his skin, but your soft skin only presses against his palm firmly as you dragged him through the filled room.

Only when you two stepped into the little side room did Azriel speak up again, "I came to help with the paint". Another bland response; he generally needed to start working on that, but then you didn't seem to mind it. But what if you did? What if that ended up being the reason why you would potentially reject him? Not that you would ever want to do anything with him anyway.

"Az no..", his name rolling from your lips sounded sweeter than honey, and Azriel had to hold himself back from asking you to say it once again. "I'll work on some paperwork till you close, then we'll start painting", The spymaster shrugged his shoulders, summoning one of his shadows and pointing to the pile of papers the little dark creature barely managed to hold up. You gave him a look. One of those looks that Azriel hadn't yet learned to read.

"You know you won't reach the top of the wall anyway", the spymaster tried to reason, but you only crossed your arms over your chest. "I can get a ladder", you shrugged, "And fall over potentially, no", Azriel's voice sounded way higher. And now all he could see was you laying there unconscious. You said nothing for a bit, then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Azriel's cheek. Some of his shadows started to twirl around him, causing the crimson blush on your cheeks to darken even more. You two lingered in silence tomorrow until you ran your hands over your apron and quietly slipped through the door back to the main part of the bakery. Azriel lifted his hand to his cheek, rubbing his fingers over the spot where your lips had been a moment ago.

"Can we paint shapes and then paint over them?", you giggled to yourself softly, a brush in your hand as you looked back at Azriel, who stood not far away from you, the sleeves of his shirt rolling up his arms, making his mucky arms seem even thicker. "Sure, do it if you feel like it", Azriel had watched you almost all night, and how could he not when you came to drag him out of the side room. Everyone was gone. You had pushed a couple of tables together, lit some candles, and had a warm meal steaming in the middle of the table. To say that Azriel's heart had nearly burst would have been an understatement. You had refused to tell him where the paint cans were until he had a proper meal because you had a feeling that he hadn't eaten much today.

"Do you paint?", you asked suddenly, finishing the outline of the flower that you had chosen to paint on the wall. "No, Fayre is the painter in the family", but that was only partly true. Feyre was the one who everyone knew for a fact painted in the family. So did Azriel; he just chose to do it in the comfort of his room. And for a while now, all he could draw and sketch was you. Was it in some way creepy? Yes, and that was the reason why no one would ever see it. But a part of Azriel feared that with time the memories of you might fade, so he wanted to capture and keep at least a couple of them.

"I heard that the high lady is a true beauty as well", you said with a dreamy sigh. Not even half as beautiful as you, Azriel wanted to say, yet he didn't. "Is it strange now that the city has been fed with newcomers?", You had dropped the brush back into the can by then, turning to watch Azriel's face. "More work on the safety part, but other than that, I don't care for it much", The hurt that suddenly shimmered in your eyes made Azriel want to add that you and Brian were by no means a part of the trouble. Or that he did care because that wave of refugees had brought you into his life, but those words seemed too big. Too close to the shadow singer's heart, so he choked them out.

"I guess everyone adapts differently", your eyes fell on the big bakery window, and for a moment, the room fell silent. Azriel found himself asking, "What do you mean?", when a stranger sensation started to twist his guts. "Oh, nothing too serious", you waved your head carelessly, "There's just this male. He comes by, stares through the window, and murmurs stuff ". Azriel's eyebrows knitted together in an instant. The worrier inside him woke up immediately. Red flags and warning signals rang in his ears. You must have sensed the tension and the shift in soft energy.

"Brian ushered him away a couple of times", you tried to reassure the spymaster. Brushing your fingers over one of the shadows that had started to swirl around the room. "I'll look into him", Azriel said firmly. "That is unnecessary", you followed suit straight away, but it seemed as if Azriel didn't hear you. "Maybe get one of the males I trust to stay nearby". You pulled at his hand softly. Letting your fingers tangle with him as you squeezed his hand, you said, "That is even more unnecessary".

Azrie wanted to argue, but then you were so close to him. He could feel your heartbeat. He could feel your body's warmth. He could smell you. He could touch you. And he did softly brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I'm sure the man just suffered a serious trauma during the war. We all deserve to have some peace, and if watching through the bakery window gives him that, let it be", you broke the silence once more before leaning in to press a kiss to Azriel's chest.

Just Azriel couldn't let it be. Especially when Rhys and the work on his hands kept him away from the bakery for the next couple of days. He felt restless. Even on the first night after not seeing you, Azriel was ready to just fly to you. Even if it was just so he could listen to your heartbeat for a moment.

And his concerns only grow when he and Cassian eventually made their way to the bakery. Brian was pacing in front of the building, the cane he uses to get around wobbling in his hands. "Sir", Azriel called out carefully, not wanting to startle the old man even more. And the way Brian's face both lit up at the sight of the spymaster and fell at the same time made Azriel think of the worst possible scenarios. "She's gone", Brian reached the bandaged hand towards Azriel, shaking as a leaf in the midnight air. "What do you mean gone?", Azriel tried to stay professional, to not let the words spoken affect him—not yet, not now; he needed a clear mind. "She.. she just", Brian's legs bucked, but Azriel quickly steadied him, throwing a glance at his brother who stood nearby, "Cassian, grab a glass of water".

Walking the male to the nearest chair to sit down, Azriel allowed him a moment to breathe. But he can see the need in Brian's eyes as he spoke up again< "She wasn't like herself. Her eyes… they looked dead". At this point, Azriel felt the fear start to choke him slowly. Let its nails dig into his throat and squeeze as hard as possible.

"Then that man came, and she just walked out with him", Brian gestured to the window, and Azriel instantly knew that he had made the biggest mistake when he agreed to drop this. Everyone deals with their trauma differently. How does this man do, then? By stealing young, innocent females?

"What man?", Cassian asked, and the question was needed. In place. And required when they dealt with trouble in the city. Just Azriel didn't count this as yet another mission in the city. His mind was working so fast that he gently started to feel like he was seeing sounds and hearing colors. "Azriel…", Brian called out for the spymaster, and he instantly drew his eyes back to the man, who had reached out to him once again. "She's been so happy with you the past couple of weeks, and it looked like she had no recollection of that when she left". Azriel didn't let the words set it. Happier. Happier because of you. Happier because she found something in you. Happier for the first time in a long while. Happier, just like you deserved to be, but where are you now? Where was he supposed to find you?

"We're going to the house of wind", Azriel said firmly as he stood up. "Rhys will look into your mind. I need to see the man's face. I need to know what to look for. Need to…", Cassian clasped Azriel's shoulder and said, "Start by taking a breath in", The general of bloodshed could practically feel Azriel's heart trying to beat out of his chest, "We'll find her; we won't stop until she's back home".

They are not wrong when they say that the unknown is what you fear most in life. You can handle things going bad; you can even prepare for and predict some of them, but it's when the situation is laced with uncertainty that it hits you, crippling you to your core. Azriel felt like he had lost a part of himself. As if one of his limbs had been cut off and he just now realized the necessity of it. Walking aimlessly, thinking thoughts that lead nowhere. He had everything. Everything that he didn't even know he had was gone. He hadn't even stopped to acknowledge it. Azriel's shadows had been twirling all over Velaris, but in a couple of hours, they had led him nowhere near you.

That was until such a strong sensation hit him. Like banging from behind closed doors. Something was reaching and clawing to get his attention. Azriel gripped his chest abruptly. The voices in the room died down. Turning into unidentified muffles. Where are you, Azriel ran that question through his mind once more. Where are you, my little light? The pain ripped through him once more, and the spymaster let out a quiet growl.

"I say we move the search out of the city", Rhys said, pointing to the areas he would suggest checking first on the map. "The mountains", Cassian also added. But Azriel shook his head, "No", the two bat boys exchanged glances, "Azriel", "I said no". Cassian wanted to speak, but Rhys shook his head quickly before saying, "We just want to…", "I can fucking feel her. I feel her here. She's here", Azriel roared as he quickly stood up.

Rhys read the situation fast, a knowing gleam flickering in his eyes. He too had been in a situation where the world was working against him and the love of his life, and now, with Azriel standing in front of him panting like a hurt animal, Rhys knew the truth and knew where this was leading, "Say a word, and we will go where you feel that she is kept".

The place was nothing more than a cave, a cave covered and drenched in dark magic enchantments. Tucked away on the north side of Velaris. Easy to miss because nothing hid you away more than the darkness itself. In the darkness, you could easily blend into absolute nothingness. You were there with your dress ripped to bits, twirling like a spring flower; just your face looked dead. No emotions. Eyes unseeing. The male motioned for you to step forward. And you did—no fighting, no pleading. Fully in control. The necklace gleamed in the firelight. The voices inside Azriel's head roared. That must be the main source of this insanity, then.

It took all of Azriel's self-control not to just march in there right then and there. He didn't want to wait for everyone to get into their position. This meant that he had to watch you being toyed with for one more minute, and it was already one minute too long. His hands gripped both of the daggers that he was holding. He thought of all the ways he knew how to end a life. All the ways he could drag out a death. Everyone deals with trauma in their own way. Your voice echoed in Azriel's mind once more. Well, this was how Azriel dealt with his.

When they finally struck, they quickly realized that the place was filled with at least a handful of other girls, all drained to the point of barely standing. Whatever had been happening here had been overseen, and for that, Azriel was ready to take the blame because this should have never been a thing in the first place. It was Azriel who pierced the male straight through the heart, letting Rhys devour the rest with his dark magic, crushing whatever remained of it around the cave. The moment the enchantments vanished, the place was filled with females gasping and crying. Please, confusion. Azriel noticed Cassian softly talking to some of the women. We're here to help, not to harm. Even if it seemed far too late.

Azriel's eyes fell on your shaky frame. The tugging in his chest continued with every step that he took closer to you. Your body flinched right as the spymaster kneeled in front of you, but the moment your eyes met his, you leaped forward, burying yourself in his strong chest. Azriel wrapped his arms around your middle without a second thought.

"I got you; you're safe; you're all okay", he whispered over and over, fingers brushing through your hair gently. "Az", you muttered almost in disbelief still, holding onto the spymaster as if your life depended on it, and in a way it did. "Yeah, my love, it's me", pulling away slightly, Azriel cupped your face, wanting nothing more than to bring back that happy gleam to your eyes once more.

"Az", you murmured once more, now watching him, memorizing him, and remembering him. "No one will ever harm you", Azriel stated firmly. He wouldn't allow it. Never again. You were his to look after now. You shook your head in disbelief, your delicate fingers brushing over the spymaster's sharp jaw. "It's you", your voice was nothing but a whisper, and Azriel couldn't help but smile as he turned his head to the side to kiss your palm, "It's me", he said.

"My…", but your breathing hitched as your head lulled back. Azriel was quick to steady your neck, but it didn't stop the panic from spiraling. You can't die. You couldn't have just died. His eyes darted to Rhys, who slowly approached you two and said, "Let's bring her back home, hun?".

Watching you sleep—at least that's what Madje said—was torture. Azriel was glad that your body was doing everything in its power to wear off the stress as quickly as possible, but he had to hear you tell him that you were okay. That you weren't hurt. That nothing happened there because he would bring back that fucker once again just so he could skin him again.

Your body stirred slightly, and Azriel held his breath. The flicker of the bond between you grew brighter. It fully snapped into place for Azriel when he stepped out of the cave with your unconscious body in his arms. He couldn't help but wonder what the last thing you wanted to say was. My what? Love? Savor? Mate? He would take any of those; he just needed to see your eyes once more.

With a couple of slow blinks, your eyes shot open, your breath picking up as the unfamiliar room filled your senses. He did not bring you back home, he wanted to be with you until you woke up, so his room felt like the most comfortable place at the time. "It's okay; you're in my room; you're safe now", he said softly, reaching out for your hand. Your gaze fell onto him once more, eyes filling up with tears.

"Come here", Azriel muttered. Sitting closer to you, he brought you into his arms, mindful of the weight of his wings pressing against your legs. Your arms sneaked around his neck as you held him close. Azriel sent nothing but love and light through the bond in hopes of soothing you even more, and he was more than surprised when he felt the same love coming back from your side.

The shadow singer pulled away slightly; he hated seeing your tear-stained eyes. "You…", he started, and you nodded your head. Knowing without words what he was about to say. Mates. As odd and unexpected as it was, you two were chosen for each other. A light smile painted your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. Azriel breathed you in. Finally allowing himself to let go of the tension. Finally letting himself believe that you were safe.

"Could I", you started, crimson tinting your still pale cheeks, "Could I kiss you?" The question was nothing but innocent. Yet carried by nothing but a desire to feel whole. To find that extra strength in having someone you could fully lean onto. Azriel brushed some of your hair from your face, his fingers caressing your cheek, "You don't have to ask because I would love nothing more".

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All acotar writing taglist: @brekkershadowsinger @cityofidek @baebeepeach @lucyysthings @hideings @urfavbrunettebish @historygeekqueen @marina468 @courtofjurdan

#azriel x reader #azriel imagine #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel

[sakkiichi]

hello!! i saw that ur requests is open :D may i request gn! reader with blade? maybe a mixture of angst and hurt with comfort where the reader feels insecure of themselves bc they heard ppl whispering abt how the reader is not suitable to be blade’s s/o, things like that

would like to ask for a happy ending bc of my sensitive heart whehdhd

take ur time writing this! feel free to delete it if u dont have the motivation/ideas <3 have a nice day 🫶🫶

DON’T LET ME LET THE DARK TAKE OVER.

Hey, nonnie ! thank you for requesting, you’re actually my first request on here <3 I hope you like it and that this is what you wanted ! I’m sorry it took a while, I hope you still enjoy, dear.

Blade x gn! reader.

genre/cw: angst to comfort and fluff, mentions of insecurity.

word count: 800 words.

You’re starting to believe they are right.

The rumors, the side glances, the occasional snickers.

Maybe it wouldn’t bother you so much if the reason was another, but your heart was always on your sleeve when it came to him.

His swordsmanship skills were certainly the talk of town, and you knew well you can’t be liked by everyone, so the prospect of rumors arising when you and him got close was not far fetched.

And yet, your heart sinks every time wicked whispers make it to your ears.

You aren’t sure if you’ve started going crazy.

On the street, at the grocery store, at work… you can feel eyes boring into you whenever you go outside.

So you reach the conclusion it’s safer to stay home.

At least that way you don’t need to hear rumors added to the insecurities already spiraling in dark swirls inside your mind.

Your bed is more comfortable, anyway, yes, you’ll just call in sick tomorrow at work, it’s not like anyone will care.

Turning around in bed, you tuck the covers closer around you. You wish your lover was by your side right now.

‘And you think you deserve him?’ A cruel voice whispers at the back of your mind.

Your lids flutter closed; if you stay really still, maybe, just maybe, the whole world will forget about you.

“[Y/n], I’m home.”

Damn, maybe not everyone will forget about you.

Still, you don’t get out from your cocoon when you hear his footsteps; nor do you run to hug him as you used to, even when his soft yet slightly raspy voice reaches you, more desperate by the minute.

Then, light in rusty hues floods into the bedroom, relief palpable in your partner’s tone when he sighs:

“Good. You’re here.”

However, the stellaron hunter’s happiness is short lived.

You look… dimmed.

To Blade, you were the ever-light that rose in the zenith of his black hole infinities. Right now, however, all he can see when his eyes of bleeding rubies catch sight of you is colorless fog, dull gray over the rainbow speckled meadows you usually smiled in. A broken solstice of decaying ashen flowers.

“[Y/n]! [Y/n]!” Your boyfriend steps closer to your unreactive body. “Hey, I’m here, it’s going to be okay.” He carefully pulls the covers away from you.

Fallen moonbeams stain your cheeks, salty with bitterness and hurt.

“Ren…” You mutter, still not facing him. Your body trembles, you look so frail right now. “Why are you here?” You choke out, voice low, the broken crackling of lightning in the distance.

“I’ll always be here.” Blade tells you, softly, running a hand through your hair, turning you around to face him.

“But why?” You put your palms against his chest, over the steady heartbeat that used to lull you to sleep. “You could do so much better, Ren. Why stay?” Your teary eyes still won’t look at him.

“No.” Your lover states, sharp, the edge of metal cutting through heavy star-obscuring clouds. “It doesn’t get better than you, angel.” He says, chapped lips tender against your hair.

“But it does, Blade…” Your voice breaks, parted clouds weeping for you. “I hear them, everyone agrees that I’m not good enough for you!”

“Who is spouting such nonsense?” Your stellaron hunter asks, his tone taking on a dangerous lilt.

“Everyone! When I go shopping, the neighbors, even sometimes when I leave work… I-I’ve even gotten some passive-aggressive comments on whether we’re still together or not…”

His hold on you tightens, strong arms hugging you closer to him.

The fact that someone else has made you feel like this makes Blade’s blood boil. If it wasn’t because you would certainly try to stop him, he’d be ready to torn to pieces anyone who ever made you think you’re less than enough.

The stellaron hunter’s strength was never in his speech, so, as liquid moonlight trickles down your cheeks, he keeps you from breaking.

His once ensnaring grip was always devoid of thorns when it came to you, only deep crimson blooms flourishing in his wake.

“They’re wrong.” Are the venom laced seeds fallen from the vermillion petals that surround you. “You’re perfect for me, no matter what. You’re perfect, I won’t let anyone make you believe otherwise.” Each statement is punctuated by his arms squeezing you softly, so delicate in contrast to his icy tone, like the first fall of snow dusting over a rose garden.

And maybe it’s because you’re too tired, or perhaps because Blade’s caress is akin to watching the stars rise in a poppy field, but you don’t try to retort.

The moon is high when your lids flutter closed, your lover’s heartbeat a comforting lullaby.

In your dreams, you and him imprint angels in the snow.

In the real world, Blade kisses your temple, his arms secure around you.

The new dawn looks bright in the distance.

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[selineram3421]

*wishing I could breathe underwater* Man..

Other Worldly

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, Italics=thoughts, shaking head= no, signing-ASL, Alastor being weird ⚠

"Let's make a deal~"

You froze.

All you could do was stare at the Radio Demon's red eyes with panic.

He heard me sing again. Why? I thought I was being careful. I made sure to be far away from the others. I checked the room!

"Now, now. There's no need for you to cry.", he said, brushing away a tear that was beginning to fall down your cheek.

Shaking your head side to side, you shoved your way out of his hold and glared at him.

"What do you want.", you spoke. "Tell me the truth."

You saw the way your hypnosis made his eyes glaze over. It was like a fog clouding his sight with swirls of green.

"I want you to sing for me.", he answered.

It took you by surprise.

No one wanted to get hypnotized, it was uncomfortable and made others on edge. You didn't like making anyone feel like that.

"Why?", you asked.

"I enjoy it. Your voice is not only hypnotizing, but it is absolutely lovely.", he confessed.

Your eyes widened and you turned away from the deer demon to hide your blush.

He didn't have to say all that. You thought and covered your smile mouth.

Then you felt a clawed hand on your shoulder.

.

"Sing for me...", Alastor began, circling the mer like a shark. "..and I'll give you the option of controlling that ability of yours."

He stopped just behind them and leaned in close to whisper in their ear.

"You'll be able to communicate normally."

They flinched away but he held them still by placing his hands on their upper arms.

"Think about it my dear~", he leaned his head against theirs. "It's quite the deal."

The selectively mute demon was stiff in his hold, but he didn't want that.

"I just want to listen to you sing, nothing else.", he reassured. "And you'll get to use a private open space to sing."

"An open space?", they parroted.

His smile widened as the familiar daze took over.

I've got them~

"It's free for you to use.", he said as soon as the hypnosis wore off.

"What's the catch?", they asked.

"The only catch is on my end. I don't own your soul.", he replied.

To them it wasn't a bother, but to him it meant that he couldn't keep them. It was a step to making them more comfortable around him however.

Then they started to move their head, causing him to lift his off of their's.

With a glance over their shoulder, they look at him with a shy expression.

"Can I see it?", they asked quietly.

It took a while for him to come back, the hypnotism really was a bother.

"Certainly."

With a snap of his fingers, the two demons appeared in a different area, the Radio Demon paid close attention to the siren's face as they took in their surroundings. Seeing their eyes sparkle was enough of an answer for him.

"Do we have a deal?", he asked, patiently waiting with his hand outstretched.

"I have some things to add before accepting.", they turned to face him.

"And what are your demands?", he asked after a bit, curious.

"I will sing for you once a week.", the mer said.

"Once a day.", he threw in his own.

Their brows furrowed. "Once a week.", they repeated.

"In order for this deal to work, I need to be able to hear you sing everyday, at least once to let you use your powers as you wish.", he explained.

It was a lie but they didn't need to know that.

"I'd like to be alone when using this space.", they moved on.

"Are the shadows free to roam here? They will be near to help you if anything.", he questioned. "Of course, I will only show myself around here if I need to call on you or emergencies."

"I-. Hm..", they started but then thought more about what he said. "That's fine.. As long as the shadows don't bother me."

"Splendid!", his smile widened.

"And stop trying to scare me.", they said with a frown.

He blinked and laughed.

"Hahaha!", he wiped a tear from his eye. "Is that all?"

They nodded before shaking their head no.

"This deal stays between us. No one else has to know about it.", they said before lifting their hand, ready to shake on it.

"Very well my dear, it's a deal.", he took their hand and completed the deal.

While the familiar green wisps of magic floated around in the air, something came up from the siren's throat and they began to cough. They covered their mouth with their free hand, coughing even more before something glowing yellow came out and into their hand.

"Well, that's new.", was all he said before taking the yellow glowing ball from their hand. "I suppose you wouldn't mind if I kept this half somewhere safe?", he glanced back at them.

They shook their head, holding their throat with a slight pained expression.

"Alright then.", he said and swallowed the glowing ball.

"WHY!?", they said in shock before hissing in pain.

"I'm not going to leave something like this in a box, and the safest place is with me, obviously.", he explained and finally let go of their hand. "Now, try not to speak too much. I can see that taking out half of your voice hurt more than I thought it would."

The mer nodded and rubbed their throat.

.

You didn't expect him to eat it.

That was weird and a little gross. You thought as you rubbed your throat.

"You'll start tomorrow.", he spoke up and started to walk off.

Before thinking it through, you had grabbed the sleeve of his coat.

He looked back and you furrowed your brows as you moved your hand with your index finger up, side to side. (Where?)

"Are you saying no? To what?", he asked.

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, facing his palm up while tracing what you wanted to say with your finger. (Where are you going?)

"To the front of my hotel room of course."

It took you a second to process what the deer demon just said.

HIS WHAT!?

The red dressed demon just grins, and pulls you along with him, walking between the trees and to a spot that is split in half of greenery and a slightly dark room, the only bright source of light coming from the fireplace.

He let you go and opened the hotel door for you. "I'll let you go now, do come by tomorrow. I wish to hear your lovely singing in the morning."

You didn't really hear what he said, just walked out of the room with slight annoyance.

Can't take it back now. I already made the deal. You sighed and walked over to the elevator down the hallway. At least I'll be able to talk to the others a bit.

Maybe this deal wasn't the worst..but he could have told you that the "free open space" was half of his room.

*vibrating in excitement* It's MerMay 🦀

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

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[shiro-00s]

heaven on earth

41. one step closer .. !

[ genshin impact smau / idol!xiao x fem!reader ]

The sky was pretty, especially today. There were a few lanterns that were already up in the sky, illuminating the sky with spots of yellow here and there. The festival had a ton of small festive shops, selling traditional masks, and a few fun games. All leading up to the main attraction. The stage.

Among all the attractive stores, nothing could take away the glory that the stage presents, the kind that catches everyone’s eyes. It stood tall among the festival, a view you could see from any angle, and was included in every selfie taken.

The outdoor concert had a whole area to itself, a space waiting to be filled with loads and loads of people, and you had no doubt that it would be filled to the brim. The stage lights illuminate the large stage in the center of the space, giving the platform a much-needed spotlight. A few speakers that looked like they could destroy an eardrum were placed on the stage along with fog machines.

You nervously handed the staff the ticket gifted by your dear friend, Hutao, who you really wanted to strangle because of the dilemma she put you in, an all-or-nothing. You’d have given them a heads up, telling them to meet up with you but you hadn’t contacted a single soul about you coming to this concert.

Why? You had a huge ego. And you really, really didn’t want anyone to know that you were going to Xiao’s concert.

After the whole fiasco with Xiao-Yujin, the internet was skeptical, rightfully, due to it coming from PAIMON, who was the master at making things up. You were skeptical as well, but you were petty and you didn’t really want to go out of your way to ask him. Well, you’re doing it now.

So, after making up your mind about coming to Xiao’s concert - which took a long time - you reluctantly came to the concert with the words Hutao told you lingering in the back of your mind.

It’s about honoring his lost companions.

When the staff had verified your ticket, you looked around for something to do before the concert started. In an attempt to distract yourself, you found a small store that sold and taught the art of crocheting. Well, it does look cute. Why not?

A lady in her early 40s greeted you kindly, a gentle smile on her face as she showed you around the neat stall. When you seemed a little too puzzled, she asked, “Are there any crocheted flowers you’re looking for, dear?”

You blinked. Oh, that startled you.

You didn’t think the lady was one to talk but it seemed you were wrong. Shaking your head, you replied with a small ‘I’m afraid not.’ and a sheepish grin. The lady hummed at your response, looking around at her flowers before finally asking, “Who are you planning to give it to?”

You inhale, “Do you think I’m going to give it to someone?” Chuckling, your eyes scanned around for a simple flower, or anything pretty really, you didn’t mind. Since the lady was nice, you’d give it a shot, for her sake. You’ll give it to Hutao or Xiangling. Whatever.

The nice lady smiled, looking as if she was feeling some nostalgia before saying, “I’m well aware of the look in your eyes. I had the same one when I was your age, you know? Those longing eyes as if you’re waiting for someone.”

Suddenly you wish you didn’t enter this store or come to this festival.

Relaxing your shoulders and neck, you hunched down a little to stare at the flower that caught your eyes at the bottom of the stall.

“I don’t know. Really.”

The lady beside you crouched down to the same level as you, resting her face on her hand as she smiled a little before pointing at the flowers your eyes laid upon.

“Those are hyacinthus. If we’re talking about Greek mythology, Hyacinth is a divine hero who falls in love with Apollo and chooses him over 3 other beings.” She paused, picking up the hyacinthus and grabbing your wrist gently with her free hand.

“But eventually, he was killed accidentally by Apollo. Then he was resurrected again, by his lover and was gifted with immortality as well.” She let the flowers fall into your hands softly, the three crochet hyacinth flowers laying atop each other.

“That’s why its symbolism is devotion beyond the depths of life and death.”

Over the next thirty minutes, more people arrived at the festival along with the concert. The empty space from before had transformed into a mob of people. If you lose something here, you’re never getting it back. That’s why you held onto the flowers with a tight grip even if you didn’t have plans to give them to anyone. Totally.

Your hands were clammy from having to glance around you every 5 seconds in case one of your friends saw you. To say that you were dreading meeting them was an understatement. You’d dig the floor and bury yourself alive if they saw even a glimpse of you.

Reaching for your phone to look at the clock, the sound of a loud screeching noise reached your ears. The noise of microphone feedback alerted everyone to the beginning of a thrilling performance. The anticipation in the air was visible, and the atmosphere filled with excitement and eagerness of the crowd.

The beam lights lit up one after another from the left to the right, the floodlights following right after. The stage, the one piece of art that held the attention of everyone, was then adorned with shining bright lights. The soft glow highlighted the display of the new presence.

Along the stage stood four well-known individuals, the spotlights captured each artist in their glory, possessing an aura demanding attention. The crowd erupted into applause and gasps, the wildness they’ve been since the start. The presence of each spoke volume, all of which were hard to ignore. Each of them had a headset engraved to the side of their face around the ear and the mic extending to their lips. Their outfits are all unique and well-planned, matching the theme of the festival by adding a little bit of gold and black, which complemented their bodies greatly. Especially, Xiao, you think. You’re caught off-guard when the familiar dark-haired man’s head twisted and turned, almost as if he was looking for something - someone. You felt a little satisfied at the sight, the gears turning in your head even if you’re not too sure.

The soft sound of the instruments started to play in the background almost immediately, catching the audience by surprise. The first voice to speak is a feminine voice. Confusion erupted in the audience as none of the mouths on the stage looked as though they were moving.

That was until a certain figure walked onto the stage. Yunjin was dressed with a black corset above her black crop top that seemed to hug her curves well. Her skirt was adorned with golden trinkets and intricate patterns. On top of her clothing, she wore multiple accessories that matched the outfit significantly with her pastel-colored headband of flowers and a short warm white scarf around her neck.

Other voices joined in soon yet your attention laid still on one specific person, one you’re unable to tear your eyes away from. Even as people around you started to bump lightly into you from swaying to the music, your eyes refused to move from the spot they had settled on. Xiao and his pretty, pretty eyes.

His body moved along with the beats of the song, lips softly opening and closing as he sang with his members. Wearing a dark-colored jacket, his clothing is layered with another white button-up shirt underneath and if you looked very closely, you might just be able to see his abs - okay, enough. The point is, you’ve never appreciated someone as much as you did with the person who arranged Xiao’s outfit because the conclusion is that you had never seen anyone as majestic as Xiao and you didn’t believe you ever will for the rest of your life.

Even his navy slacks looked perfect while he danced to the choreography which you believed was carefully planned, anyone could tell even if they didn’t know anything about dancing. You’re not sure how he moved with those slightly heeled boots or shoes, you don’t know and you don’t care. The question is how he moved so smoothly even with those heavy shoes that you knew you would fall and trip on if you wore them?

When your eyes returned to his golden ones, you noticed the pupils shooting in all directions, searching the VIPS, the front, the reserved, the platinum, the platinum plus - you get the point.

You doubted he would be able to spot you in this… what? Fifty thousand hoards of people? That’s an estimate but it was way too crowded and even though your spot wasn’t too far from the stage, he wouldn’t be able to possibly find you like this, right?

Yea, wrong. Because as soon as your thought process ended, the flash of golden eyes seemed to glance across your own and stopped for more than a second - before seemingly relaxing and tearing his gaze away. Though it was just a moment, everything had started to drown out in the background, going quiet before all you can think about is - Xiao, Xiao, Xiao.

After snapping out of your thoughts, one thing you can confirm after listening to the lyrics and melody was that it was indeed a rather solemn story that had been turned into a song. It matched the description that Hutao told you about. The need to comfort Xiao clawed at the back of your throat. You’d have to hold it back until the concert ended. Wait, what?

No, the plan was to watch and leave. But… ahaha.

The concert seemed to pass like a blur in your memories, your lack of focus only helped in not being aware of your surroundings because - oops, you just bumped into some crazily tall dude with hair longer than half of your body? Those odd professional clothing made him look wild but weirdly cool, but to be real, why did he choose them out of everything to wear to a concert? Multiple layers of different shades of brown and a mix of white or gray in this humid and stifling atmosphere.

He seemed more shocked than you it seems, but you’re sure it’s not your clothes because he was looking straight at your face, not your outfit. The brown-haired ponytailed man opened his mouth to speak to you, which is odd because you didn’t know this man, did you?

“Is your name, [name], by any chance? Which, of course, if it’s not, you’re free to say so.”

Okay. Definitely a stalker or something, run.

In contrast to your light-speed thoughts, your body stood still in its spot, not making any attempt to move. Then, against your better judgment, you muttered, “Yea, who are you?”, accompanied by a raise of your brow and a step back.

At your response, his lips seemed to quirk up, a ghost of a heartwarming smile on his face as he reached a hand out to you.

“I go by Zhongli, may I have a moment with you, [name]?”

On the other hand, the concert had just ended. The fatigue and a thirst for water washed over Xiao quickly as he rushed to grab a bottle before trying to slip away to find… someone.

However, a deep voice reached his ears, “Xiao! Don’t go yet, wait for a while!”

God he wished he could just turn around and punch the smiling ginger head waving at him from across the backstage, he had had enough of Childe and him intervening. A sign came from Xiao before he turned back to Childe, mind racing for an excuse so that he can leave him behind and slip away to find you. Just as Xiao’s lips parted, Childe had taken the initiative.

“Before you say anything, I know where you’re going, who you’re planning to find, what you’re going to do.”

That shut Xiao up even if it wasn’t like Xiao was a particularly talkative person. His brow twitched at the knowledge the older male had, annoyance dripping from his tone as he spoke.

“Okay? Bye then.”

Xiao turned away to walk towards the decreasing crowd, grieving the time that he lost spent with Childe. At his actions, the ginger sighed, long and exasperated. Not having the energy to physically deal with Xiao, he decided to use his words, “Zhongli said he told her to go to the place, that place. You know what I’m talking about.”

Pause.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

Xiao believed wholeheartedly he had never felt emotions on this level. Hell, he never really felt any more than annoyance like this. Xiao thinks you’ve been changing him. Little by little, piece by piece, he’ll become an ordinary person going about with his day. Just like how they would’ve wanted.

Shaking away his thoughts, he took small steps towards the area informed by Childe just a moment ago and a while ago through dms when he asked Childe for vacant places with a magnificent view. He didn’t know whether he wanted to run there, reach out for you and just stare at you for a good while or walk slow, slow steps, so that his hopes didn’t get crushed by the possibility that you didn’t listen to Zhongli.

The grass tickled the black shoes that he changed to after the concert due to the initial pair of boots literally being impossible to walk with. The wind is gentle, the view is just as he had described to Childe, ethereal. But, maybe not more than you.

Liyue as a whole could be seen from this spot in the mountains, the warm yellow lights from lanterns illuminating the dark sky and the city, the city he never thought could look this breathtaking. Shivers went down his spine as he continued to look around. The night looked especially pretty tonight.

Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to find anything prettier on this extraordinary night, an almost silent sound of rustling nearby. When he looked up, sweet amber eyes met your wide ones. An expression of relief fell on his face as his eyes scanned you. Then, he concluded that maybe, he had a special view specifically meant for him. You looked divine.

Wait. What? You guys were friends, he shouldn’t have such thoughts. Do friends think of each other this way? Ugh, his head is spinning.

After a moment, you reached your hand out to gesture at him to take a seat beside you on the green grass. He hesitantly took his spot beside yours, shuffling to make himself comfortable as he admired the view.

Silence took over soon after, both too hesitant and unknowing of what to say, and what not to say. But then again, with this view, on this night, on the top of this little hill, it felt right. It felt right that he knew he couldn’t mess up, this could be an ultimate moment for the two of you. A memory to make.

“[Name], you listened to the song I sang earlier.”

Confusion was etched on your face as you turned your head to face the dark-haired man, blinking rapidly at him before responding with a small nod.

“I wrote it. About the people who were- are special to me.” It’s hard opening up to people. He cringed at the mistake he made with that sentence. Although, he couldn’t really call it a mistake, could he?

“I lived in an orphanage once, along with four other kids who were older than me. That time I was like how I am now, quiet, but they got me to open up in a short time.” Xiao’s slender fingers curled up against the grass, looking solemn as he continued. “Especially the oldest one there, Bosacius.”

Your heart warmed up at his words, brushing your knuckles against his curled-up hand in an attempt to bring comfort to him. You had not heard about his life before, and it hurt to know that he went through hard times. You tilted your head to the side a little, an invitation for him to continue.

He cleared his throat before gazing back at the lanterns slowly rising to reach out to the sky, “They were everything to me, my family. Along with Zhongli, who was the one that helped fund us and visited us a lot. Madame Ping, too. She was our caretaker. Apparently, Zhongli was friends with her, I learned that later on.”

Xiao breathed a long breath before continuing with his talking. You were happy to get to know his found family, but he looked sorrowful as he talked. Maybe something bad happened between them?

“It was the best of times, but good things never last.” This time, his words were muttered, and quieter, as if he was trying to stop himself from speaking.

“Our house. It got caught on fire.” Xiao took a big breath before concluding, “They, uhm, didn’t make it out. Was it some electrical fault? I didn’t bother to remember. I was too shocked to think.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to drop a bomb on you like that. You couldn’t muster up a reply to something like that. So instead of a verbal response, you hesitantly uncurled his fisted fingers and laced yours through them, stroking his skin with your palm.

Xiao took your physical touch as a sign of showing your condolences without pitying him. His heart warmed at the thought, heart beating a little faster. “Bosacius carried me from our bedroom to the hallway with the entrance. He was trying to do the same for others, too. But it didn’t work out quite well.” The last words were whispered, his head hunched down to his knees.

You tightened your grip on your laced fingers, bumping his shoulder with yours as you finally mustered up something to say to Xiao - for the first time today. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry that happened to you.” Tone softening to accommodate the solemn atmosphere and an attempt to say something meaningful to him after he opened up to you. That explains the song, too.

Unexpectedly, Xiao turned to you with a refreshed look on his face, as he - out of nowhere - asked, “Did you enjoy the concert?” Like a lost puppy, his eyes stared into your shocked ones. After a few moments of silence, you decided on the best answer you can come up with.

“Yeah, you were awesome.” From bumping your shoulders to leaning your head slightly on his shoulder, sure it's a big leap. But, you didn’t receive any sort of rejection from the male beside you. On the other hand, his heart rate told you a different story. His usually steady heart rate had turned more erratic, you couldn't blame him either when your own matched his unsteady beats.

"That PAIMON tweet is an exaggeration." Xiao muttered into the silence of the air. At those unexpected words, you laughed wholly, as if you couldn't guess that already. But oh well, his reassurance did sound nice. Xiao was in his own little world, his thoughts consisted of how nice and soothing the sound of your sweet laughter was. A small smile bloomed onto his pretty face, watching you smile back at him with a grin.

A night has never felt more meaningful than it did now, with your head on his shoulder and a cute smile on your face directed at him, Xiao wouldn't have it any other way. And if there's one thing Xiao concluded from today, it was that he was in love with a certain gremlin.

"Oh! Here, I almost forgot." Golden eyes blinked at the crocheted hyacinthus between your fingers, glancing between the flowers and you. Exasperated at his obliviousness, you gestured for him to take them, quirking up a brow.

He suddenly seemed flustered as he shyly took the flowers from your hand, mumbling a "Thank you…?"

A sudden urge to make him more flustered crossed your mind.

"You should search up the meaning of hyacinthus later, by the way."

Xiao gulped before nodding his head slightly, looking back up at the now empty sky. He seemed to only realize now how much time has actually passed.

"Oh, shall we leave?" You mumbled, bringing up your phone from your pocket before looking at the time and collecting your things laying around on the grass. Xiao stood up before you, standing in front of you as he sheepishly reached out his hand to you - for what? The third time today?

You shook your head lightly, laughing slightly before placing your hand on his open ones as he lifted you up.

"What a gentleman."

heaven on earth - 41. one step closer

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synopsis ; 🗝️ — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao kept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?

NOTE — new chapter will be out soon bcs no more written portion for a while (ive said this like 4 times and they never go as planned 🤗🤗) !!@!@! yipee. anyways since he realized his shit its easy here on out 😝😝 rikkyu is not [name] btw her user is just that bcs i got too lazy to give her a proper one mb

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[mikanotes]

ghosts’ guidance

furina x gn!reader — 5.7k words

genre: angst, comfort, more than friends

warnings: mentions of death, murder, ghosts (a lot), paranoia, anxiety and loneliness. reader and furina both have their own issues, canon divergence!!! made up my own lore and a whole festival for the sake of halloween spirit everybody shut up, possibly ooc furina, made up french festivities names LOL

synopsis: You and Furina struggle with past regrets, and a terrifying encounter ends up guiding you to something a bit more hopeful.

author’s note: spent like five days on this So sorry it’s super long um. i liked the idea for the plot. enjoy!

“Welcome, one and all, to the Grand Parade des Peurs!” Furina’s voice echoes around the large hall of Hotel Debord. “I am your Archon, Focalors— And tonight, I am also the one to present to you all the fantastic festivities the dear people of Fontaine have planned!”

The Grand Parade des Peurs. One of the most awaited yearly events in Fontaine. It is, as the name implies, a festival of scares. Based on rumors about old water spirits as well as passed down ghost stories, the legend of the Ghost Parade was created— A parade of translucent spirits walking through somewhere in Fontaine, only seen on the last day of October, the one closest to the realm of the dead. Or so they say. 

Furina was the one to turn it into a festival, deciding to use the nervousness of Fontainians and turn it into a sense of excitement, befitting of the general atmosphere of the nation.

And so the Grand Parade des Peurs was born.

“Today’s main festivities are ‘Un Bonbon ou un Sort’, where, as you all probably know, one knocks on the door of each house down the streets to ask for a treat to steer away a trick.” Furina explains, “Then, of course, a performance created by one of our Nation’s most renowned theater troupe brought to Vasari Passage, free to anyone walking up to it! The excitement is all in the Court itself, for the night!”

There’s a rumble of conversations in the lower area of Hotel Debord, all brimming with excitement. Furina smiles to herself, waiting for the perfect moment to pump up the energy again—

“And the best part!” she exclaims, grabbing everyone’s attention and effectively silencing them. “The breathtaking, and beautifully haunting Ghost Parade.”

Cheers are heard all around the place, making Furina chuckle as she crosses her leg over the other, chin settling into her hand. She looks down at the crowd fondly. She wishes she could have made an announcement in a bigger space than Hotel Debord, but it was the best next thing after Opera Epiclese itself. Nevertheless, with loudspeakers stationed around the Court of Fontaine, the festivities are sure to be made aware to everyone that is in the city.

So all is well!

Furina stands to her feet at the edge of the railing on the upper floor of the hotel. “As you all know, the Ghost Parade appears at an unknown location every time… So a Ghost Hunt event is in place for whoever is willing to find it!” she continues, arms extending as she speaks.

The movement makes her slip ever so slightly and for a moment she wonders if she’ll actually die. Her heel moves on the railing and her eyes widen as she feels herself losing her balance. Gasps of terror are heard from everyone watching. She exclaims in fear, stumbling backwards from the upper floor balcony— Just before your hand catches hers. 

You stare at her, wide-eyed, and she mirrors your expression. She’s desperately trying to catch and hold onto her breaths. Oh, Celestia.

Her shoes are still pressed against the edge of the railing, her weight held by your hand alone as you try to keep her from falling further.

Furina thinks, fast— She has to make this appear normal. She can’t be seen slipping so ridiculously! She’s Focalors! She blinks, before dramatically tilting her head backwards. 

“Got you!” she exclaims, an easy grin pulling at her lips. “That’s your first scare of the night. You all ought to hold onto your candy baskets if a simple scare such as this gets you jumping! Beware~”

There’s sighs of relief and exclamations and laughs. Furina feels herself sighing in relief more so because the people are pleased rather than because she’s not injured from falling from a tall balcony.

You pull her back to her feet with ease, somehow making this look like it was really all prepared in advance and made for her audience (which it evidently was not), and she laughs boisterously. “On this note, happy Parade des Peurs to you all!” she exclaims, brightening up the atmosphere once again. She still holds onto your hand tightly as she stands on the balustrade, and she hides her trembling with a practiced smile.

Once everyone is back to focusing on their own lives and what they’ll do for the evening, Furina jumps back to the welcoming security of the floor and almost immediately falls to her knees. “That could’ve been terribly embarrassing.” she thinks. “I’ve got to thank—“

“Are you that startled?” you ask with a huff, crouching to meet her gaze. Her eyes widen and she sits up immediately, fixing her hair and clothes.

“Well, no.” she says, pursing her lips. “This was all according to plan, after all!”

“What plan…” you mumble, shaking your head. “In any case, if you’re not too startled, do you also happen to be free?” you ask.

Furina blinks as she looks up at you. “Hm? Me? No. I’m the Archon.” she scoffs, before clearing her throat. “Well, I can make a bit of time… What is it?” she asks, looking anything but disheveled, despite all that just happened.

“About that.” you say, looking away. She notices the nervousness on your features and narrows her eyes. That’s an expression that makes her heart drop. She likes it, in set contexts. Right now, she cannot tell. Are you nervous for a good reason?

“We haven’t spent the festival together in a long while, since we’re both busy. You, especially.” you say, looking down at your nails in a bored manner. Now Furina can smile. The good kind of nervous, it is. “If you’re free, wanna hang out around the city together? I heard there’s a Ghost Special menu at Cafe Lucerne, or something, and lots of sweets, so…”

“I think I can fit that in my schedule.” she says casually, rising to her feet. She looks down at you, hands finding her hips. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

It’s easy to slip back into old habits— Hooking her arm with yours and walking off wherever. She missed this. She doesn’t think about it more than this.

Fontaine has an entirely different atmosphere during the festival. The city is full of lights and spooky decorations. There’s artists illustrating the way they think the Parade will look, this time, and people running around with baskets filled with candy. The walk from Hotel Debord to Cafe Lucerne is a bit long, and there’s at least ten people dressed up in scary costumes who manage to make you and Furina flinch on the way.

Furina spots a Fonta ad plastered on a wall, and sees it at least ten times more during your walk to the cafe. Of course they’d make a Festival Special. Everyone makes their own craft’s very own ‘special’ thing for the Parade des Peurs. Furina likes this. Everyone gathering and sharing their own things. All the initial fear around the original story of the Parade feels like it’s dissipated— Which is what she wanted for her people. So she’s happy.

“You look happy.”

Furina startles out of her thoughts and looks at you, smile widening. “Of course.” she scoffs a little, like it’s obvious. “Have you ever seen me be anything but?”

You laugh at that and give her a look. “Should I be lying, or…?”

She rolls her eyes a little but her smile doesn’t falter. You’re right, after all. Saying she’s always happy would be a stupid lie— Especially when told to you. When you were there during so many of the difficult times she had to deal with, to support her. “Yes.” she scoffs, “Lie for my sake.”

You nod, smiling a little. “As you wish, Princess.”

She swats your arm harshly enough to make you wince and when you turn to glare at her she’s already making the same face. “Don’t call me that.”

“Okay Lady Furina, my lord Focalors, Archon of the Nation of Hydro— Ow!” you barely get through that sentence, cut off by your own laughter and Furina’s light punches on your arm. (She’s grinning too, despite the scowl she desperately tries to maintain.)

“Quiet.” she hisses, walking up to the counter of Cafe Lucerne. “Hello, Monsieur Arouet! I’ve heard of a Ghost Special on your menu for the occasion of the Parade des Peurs!” she says swiftly, graceful as ever.

Arouet brightens and smiles at her. “Lady Furina! Happy festival day!” he says softly, before making a drawn out sound of confusion. “Ghost… Special?”

Furina blinks. “Yes?” she says, turning to you. You shrug exaggeratedly but smirk a little, and Furina’s eyes widen before she turns back around to the cafe owner. I should’ve known better than to trust you and that stupid menu name! “Nevermind! Do you have a cake? Any will do, really!” she backtracks, chuckling to hide her embarrassment.

Arouet looks between the two of you briefly with a glint of amusement in his eye before chuckling. “Yes, of course.” he nods, “I do have a special menu for the occasion of the festival. Anything purchased from the menu gives a free candy bag, as well. Though they bear no ghostly name, I have these iced cupcakes with ghost drawings…”

Furina and Arouet spend a long while talking about the various sweets the man has made for the occasion, the newly made Fonta drinks and their lack of popularity so far, and the recommendations Furina has for him and his business. It ends with her getting one too many cupcakes and getting two extra bags of candy. (“That’s the least I can offer to our Archon, if you refuse to let me give you this free of charge.” he said.)

You make your way to the third floor of the waterway hub of the court, idly chatting while in the elevator. “Do you plan to scare me at some random time of the evening?” / “Why would I ever?” The elevator doors open, and the station to Navia Line is pretty empty. There’s two teenagers quietly laughing on a bench, a child with a balloon, and a woman reading a magazine.

Furina walks to a secluded area to wait for the aquabus and you follow along, leaning against a wall. You watch the water absentmindedly for a while. In times like these, people forget about the biggest worries of Fontaine. Watching the water feels as calming as it used to before its levels started rising. No one thinks about the Prophecy, or the fear of ghosts dancing in a terrifying parade, about the haunting stories about it. No one lives in constant worry— Or at the very least, their worries are put on hold, at least for one long evening, and that’s all that matters.

You’re certain an evening free of worry would be enough to keep one alive.

“Don’t leave me. I promise I’ll make this place happy. I’ll make you happy. This will be a living dream, I will do anything for this— So don’t you dare leave me alone here.”

“I won’t leave you, Furina. I wasn’t ever planning on it.”

“Liar.”

Your gaze falls on the Archon at your side, only to find her staring blankly at something. Your eyebrows furrow and you follow her gaze.

She’s watching the young people sitting together further away. You wonder if she zoned out and her line of sight happened to stay at a standstill there, but there’s an unmistakable look of longing and sadness in her expression that makes you discard that first possibility.

“Furina.” you say quietly. She blinks, looking in your direction.

“Yes?”

You grab her hand silently and glare at her a little. She recognizes that look. The one that says don’t keep to yourself. She bites the inside of her cheek, gaze not leaving yours. She wants it to be like old times, to be able to tell you about every single thing. She wants it to be that way so you could have something. Something happy, the two of you. But she can’t give that to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left during that one time.

Surely.

She squeezes your hand before letting go of it and looks away, arms crossing. You feel like someone grabbed your heart, your lungs, and everything that keeps you alive and pushed them underwater. There’s a suffocating feeling that stays for a moment, a moment that makes you struggle to breathe, before it settles down.

You didn’t want to leave her. It wasn’t her that you were leaving, it was this place. But that’s something she refuses to understand. You think of saying something, but the sound of the aquabus arriving at the station cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. Furina walks ahead of you, greeting the Melusine on the bus before sitting down.

You sit down across from her, setting her bags from the cafe on the seat beside you. No one else seems to be getting on the bus, which you’re grateful for, and soon enough, the engine starts up and there’s the familiar splashing of water.

Furina has her elbow on the edge of the bus, chin in her hand and gaze set on the horizon.

Is Fontaine that uncomfortable to live in? She swears, she’s doing everything she can for it to feel nice. She’s doing everything for the water to feel gentle and not suffocating. She wants to blame the Primordial Sea for the way it eats at people, but she feels like it would be an excuse.

She’s had conversations about you leaving time and time again. (“I’m just going to Sumeru for— I need a breath of fresh air. This place itself makes me feel bad.” / “And I don’t get that?! Didn’t you say you’d always stay?”) Furina wanted you to understand that by leaving this place, you were leaving her all the same. She had never known true loneliness until the day you left. Your absence from the nation had not been very long, maybe enough for ten trials to pass by, but it happened during a time she swears she needed you the most in.

She doesn’t want to associate this festival with this stupid memory. She’s grown since. She wouldn’t get angry over something this trivial again. She thinks. But you left during a Ghost Parade, before she made it into the event it is now. And even if you’re back, and literally right there, and she can see you’re trying hard not to look at her or hold her hand again out of respect, she feels stranded.

“We’ve arrived at Erinnyes, Marcotte Station.” Elphane says, the Melusine’s voice just slightly hesitant. You blink out of the haziness in your head and realize the silence must’ve been a bit uncomfortable, all this time. Not only this, but Furina practically never uses the aquabus to get around, so even just seeing her must’ve been a surprise. The Melusine clears her throat. “It has been a pleasure being the guide of our Archon and her partner.”

Neither of you do so much as blink at the notion of you being known as Furina's “partner”, not really caring for the way people view the relationship you have. After all, neither of you know what it is, either.

You carefully disembark the aquabus, holding out your hand for Furina to take as she steps out. She takes it, and you hold onto the feeling of warmth for as long as you can— Because the air feels terribly cold once her hand leaves yours.

You walk towards Opera Epiclese. Neither of you are sure why you even went there, in the first place. “Why’d we come here, again?” you ask.

“Because.” Furina sighs, looking around, “I wanted somewhere less crowded.” she says quietly, moving to open the bag you’re holding. She digs out one of the small packs of candy and pulls the ribbon to open it, pocketing the ornament before taking a candy. “And would you look at that! The ever so crowded Fountain Lucine is dead empty, tonight.” she scoffs lightly. You look at the aforementioned fountain further away and squint.

Usually, even the paths to the Opera would have people scattered here and there. Tonight, everything is silent. You would’ve been grateful if it didn’t make your emotions much louder.

You take the other freebie pack of candy and Furina exclaims in indignation. You give her a look. “I heard Arouet tell you to ‘give this to your friend’. Don’t think I only heard him say the part about it being a gift to the Archon.” you scoff before she can say anything. She huffs and waves her hand dismissively, so you open the pack of candy.

You throw one in your mouth and take a deep breath.

“Can we stop ignoring the problem?”

“There’s… no problem.”

You grumble.

“Furina.”

“I thought you agreed to lie for my sake.” she says. You look at each other and it turns into an unspoken staring contest. “Can you not at least do this much for me?”

“I didn't mean to leave you.”

“Yet you did.”

“If I’d stayed there any longer, I would’ve—”

“Felt depressed.”

“Yes, but— Furina. This isn’t about you.”

“Well, I’m sure it isn’t.”

“This isn’t what I meant.”

There’s a sudden childish sound of laughter that you could swear echoed around you, sending a strange chill down your spine. Both you and Furina stop in your tracks, frozen as you stare at each other with wide eyes.

Surely…

You visibly flinch, nearly jumping at a cold feeling against the nape of your neck, and immediately spin around to look for what on Teyvat just touched your skin. No one. Nothing.

Furina yelps and you turn back to her, only to see her frantically looking around. You’re about to say something when the sound of a music-box starts to play. It sounds a bit broken, and very terrifying at this time of night. Furina squeaks and hurries to cling to your side, hands grasping at your shirt.

“I’m sure this is nothing.” she says, clearly trying to sound confident despite the slight tremble in her voice. You nod along anyways, because you’re trying just as hard to convince yourself there’s nothing wrong here.

“Yup. Nothing.” you echo, before sighing.

A beat of silence passes, silence filled with the faraway sound of a music box. Then Furina clears her throat. “You know, maybe we should go back.” she says, looking up at you. “To the Court, I mean. I’ve had enough time away from the crowd.”

You nod but notice something out of the corner of your eye. You turn towards the direction which you just came from, and see a large chariot, followed by several people. It all looks very old and out of place and you swear they’re translucent and you and Furina are screaming and running away before you know it. The haunting sound of ghostly horses’ footfalls and the melody of that cursed music box follow you all the way.

“Is that the Ghost Parade?!” you yell, running along the path to Opera Epiclese with a terror-fueled hurry in your step. Furina does not struggle to keep up, either, equally as scared.

“What else?!” she exclaims, before making a sound akin to a sob. “How did they even come from here, this is the station— And hurry up!”

“Well, I’m trying!”

You swear there’s voices in the small currents of water at the sides of the path and they’re echoing around your head. There’s water spirits and ghosts mocking you and it’s starting to make you dizzy. They’re laughing, they’re criticizing you. There’s not a single comprehensible word but you can feel their annoyance. 

Why?

You remember the tales told when you were younger. On the last day of October, the realm of the dead is closest to our own. For this reason, spirits and ghosts find it much easier to communicate with the living. A lot of them have taken a liking to causing fear and mischief, and the Ghost Parade was born. Water Spirits and regular ghosts alike work in tandem to cause a headache to us humans. ‘Curse the living’, they say, ‘and hear the melody of our haunting’. They will fault humans for their mistakes and all that they do wrong, which they themselves cannot try to do right anymore. They will project their loss and regrets onto us. Watching the Ghost Parade from afar is alright, but do not get close to them. They will find a fault in anything you do, and cling onto it until the sun rises.

Furina makes a strangled noise at the sight of a ghost flashing by and floating around you, nearly making you two lose your footing as an attempt to get away.

“Well.” Furina huffs, chuckling nervously. She looks at the growing crowd of ghosts ahead of you, then at the Parade following, and sucks on her teeth. “No one is here to prove we were there!”

“What?”

Before giving you an actual answer to what she means, she’s grabbing your wrist and jumping above the small fence and the bushes and running through the grass like it’s some sort of shortcut. It is, but it’s also supposed to be a set rule to never do that specifically. “Furina?!”

“Urgent matters call for desperate measures!” she shuts you down before you can say anything, “And I’m the Archon! I can declare, um, that this rule is no more for the time being. Okay?!”

You jump across yet another fence and find yourself on the stone path again, with a long distance between you and the ghosts. You arrive at Fountain Lucine and do not even get to think about it, because the two of you are rushing to the Opera doors.

You grab the handles and push.

Your eyes widen. “It’s closed.” you say, turning to look at Furina. “Of course it’s closed, why’d we come all the way here?!”

“I don’t know!”

You rattle the doorknobs a few more times while Furina waits at your side, jittery with fear. You lean closer to the door and inspect the keyhole. Can I lockpick that?… Suddenly, the Archon yells and begins hitting your arm repeatedly.

“Hurry! They’ve already caught up to us!”

You turn to look at the scene. 

Some painters got it right.

Several ghosts float around the Fountain Lucine, slowly moving your way, while the front carriage of the Parade moves over the fountaine itself to get to you. All stops in front of you two, as you press your backs against the cursed, closed doors of Opera Epiclese.

“Okay, um.” Furina clears her throat, and nearly squeaks when all the ghosts’ attention is turned to her. She takes a short breath and steadies herself, “What is it that you want— No, rather, let us introduce ourselves!”

You side-eye her briefly before returning your gaze to the ghosts who, surprisingly, are just waiting in front of you.

“I believe most of you might’ve been acquainted with the former Archon of the Nation of Hydro. Though I have organized many festivals for this very day, I’ve yet to speak with the members of the Ghost Parade.” she speaks, the tone of confidence she always manages to bring out heard in each word. “I’m certain my predecessor would’ve done a great job at that, and for this reason I… I apologize.” she speaks a bit quieter, expression darkening for a brief moment.

Then she clasps her hands together and smiles.

“I’m Focalors! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

A ghost steps forward. They have the appearance of a young woman, with the attire of a witch. They’re much taller than either of you and quite honestly intimidating.

“We require not false airs of politeness. You are living in a sea of mistakes. It is unbearable to watch.”

The voice of the ghost seemingly echoes in both of your heads. You wince, eyes barely open as you look towards Furina to hold her arm out of habit and she grabs your hand as you do.

“I— I know. I made, I make— I continuously make mistakes.” she says, tone wavering. “I try to do good, but I’m aware I’m simply not… As great as anyone would expect a god to be.”

Your eyes widen at her words. She’s speaking as if all the mistakes the ghost is talking about are hers. Of course, she does. It’s Furina. You turn to the ghost in a hurry.

“Listen—“

“But please do not torment us further.” the girl cuts you off, “Especially my friend. If this is about me, then I ask that you haunt me alone.”

There’s a deafening silence for a few moments.

“… You humans dwell on small problems and spend your lives tormenting your own selves with them. When you die you will see our frustration as we watch.”

“If our problems are small in the grand scheme of things, then so are we. And so these problems are as big as the world to us.” you say, bringing the ghost’s attention your way. It’s scary. “Do not downplay the importance of human emotions. You too have felt them, once.”

The ghost fully turns towards you and Furina hurries to put her arm in front of you, nearly stepping between you and the spirit in a protective manner.

“That is right.” the ghost says, “However this day of Parade is the only time we, lost spirits, get the chance to appear on your mortal plane. We wish not to see our Archon troubled by this aching fear of loneliness because neither of you finds it right to communicate the way you feel.”

You blink. “… What?”

“You are scared.” they state, “And this fear brings you together, despite how much distance you’ve desperately attempted to put between each other since you’ve arrived at Erinnyes. Make no mistake, the Parade did not come here for you. It will never come for someone specific. But it seems our terror has done more for the two of you foolish living than you could possibly do for yourself.”

You take notice of Furina’s hand tightly holding your own— How cold it is against your skin and how tightly she holds on to it. You take notice of the fact that when you helped her out of the bus earlier, you tried to burn the sensation of her hand in yours out of fear that it wouldn’t happen again for at least months. And now you two are terrified, and your hands find each other as they always do, and always will.

The ghost’s attention returns to you alone and it sends shivers down your spine. 

“There are as many curses as there are laws in Fontaine awaiting the one who dares cause pain to our Archon.”

“I am not in pain.” Furina protests, and her voice sounds something close to anger. “I would never be. Not because of them.”

“O Archon of Hydro, has no one told you the tale? The ones you hold closest to your heart cause you the most suffering. Even if they do not mean to.”

There’s a beat of silence. You stare down at the ground, taking a deep breath, before looking up at the ghost. “I will do my best. I will continue to do my best to never cause her any pain, or anything close to that.” you state, resolute, and Furina starts to hit your arm and hushedly tells you to quit saying these things. You ignore her. “Things will be resolved. I swear it. You will not end the Parade while sharing your god’s worries, for they will be gone.”

The ghost smiles, though it is barely-there, and seems satisfied with that. They bow their head and turn away, prompting Furina to reach out her hand. “Wait—“

“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, our dear new Archon of Hydro.”

And the Parade disappears, leaving behind a feeling that one could only describe as nostalgia.

You heave out a shaky breath and fall back against the doors of Opera Epiclese, staring dazedly into the distance. Furina, at your side, seems confused more than anything as she watches the place where all the spirits were just a second prior. Our dear new Archon of Hydro…

This encounter feels like fate throwing a brick into your head from Celestia. The ghosts might’ve pushed you in the right direction so as not to suffer to annoyance of watching you two go back and forth on an unresolved issue, or out of pure concern for an Archon who’s pain they shared— But it was certainly enough to convince you to finally, properly speak about everything with Furina.

You sigh and walk over to the stairs, before sitting down.

Furina looks your way, brought out of her thoughts, and bites the flesh of her lip harshly, nervousness painful in her chest. She knows you two will talk. Properly. This conversation is long overdue, and she knows it. A part of her wants nothing more than to just run away from it, anyways, to put it off for at least a little bit longer— But she knows better than to do that.

She has to follow, anyways, because you’re holding her hand— And she has no intention to let go, either. 

She sits down by your side and sighs, gaze set on the stairs. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” you exhale, turning to her, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left Fontaine at such a drastic time.”

“Then I should be sorry for making you feel like it was wrong to leave. It was drastic for everyone and it was selfish of me to ask you to stay for my sake.”

“And I don’t care if it was selfish.” you say, “Be as selfish as needs be. Take everything from me. I won’t make the same mistake twice, Furina, I am never leaving you alone again.”

The look she gives you is full of pain and resentment and guilt and she turns away from you, and there’s tears forming at the corners of her eyes because she doesn’t know what to do with all she feels. “I don’t want you to give all of yourself to me.” she sighs, blinking hard to get the tears away. She waves her hand vaguely in the air, “Or maybe I do, I don’t know, just… Let’s stop apologizing for a while. Let’s just talk, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

“I…” she takes a long breath, “I hated you when you left because it was a time where fear was the only thing anyone felt in Fontaine. And I… I expected you to stay.” she stops to swallow back her tears, looking at you, “I wanted you to stay to support my stupid self. The one that makes mistakes and needs you to tell her it’s okay. It was a childish thought, but I clung onto it. I was so angry.”

You knew this. Or rather, you figured. The last Ghost Parade before Furina organized the Parade des Peurs was right after a chilling trial for a series of murders around the city. The atmosphere was uncomfortable, a sense of paranoia plaguing the very waters of Fontaine. Furina was left to deal with this, duty of an Archon, and tried to find a way to ease her people’s worries for days and nights. 

She didn’t tell you how much it worried her, because she never really does. Furina talks and talks and talks and gives the impression of giving away everything she thinks and feels while not revealing a single thing.

“It wasn’t fair.” she states, turning her gaze back elsewhere. She settles on the fountain a few meters ahead of you. The lights reflect nicely upon its surface. “You weren’t only my friend, you were also just a citizen of Fontaine. It was too much of a burden to make you carry to ask you to share this fear. To add it to your own.”

“It’s okay.” you say, staring up at the sky. The stars are countless and they glow brightly. “I never was angry at you for that. More so at myself. I shouldn’t have abandoned the person I care about so much.”

“I was dramatic when I said abandoned—“

“We wouldn’t have added to each other’s burdens.” you cut her off, “We would’ve shared them. Cut them in half. Like cake. Like you always do to share with me.”

Furina looks at you and her sad expression turns into something confused, then, in spite of her frown, she begins to smile. “That’s such a stupid metaphor. Or analogy, whatever.” she says, laughing. You scoff.

“Okay, whatever.” you mimic her voice, earning yourself a shove in the shoulder. You end up laughing as well. “You know what I meant.”

“Yes, we shall eat our problems like cake and cut it in half, generous enough to share our pain with a dearest friend of our heart!” she declares dramatically, though her tone sounds more tired than when she uses it for a crowd. It’s your turn to shove her shoulder.

“I’ll take all of your pain.” you sigh, leaning back against the stairs. You close your eyes, and your hand still holds hers. “I would if I could. I’m not as cowardly as I was back then.”

“You’re just saying that so as not to suffer the dreadful hauntings of the Parade.” Furina scoffs.

“That’s right, dear Princess. The knight in shining armor is tired and refuses to fight the dark mage of the scary ghost parade. Excuse them.”

Furina laughs heartily and squeezes your hand enough to sting, making you sit up to complain.

The Ghost Parade shows up elsewhere during the night. The next day, The Steambird’s front page claims “It’s the first time all Fontainians in the city itself say they have seen it. It is described as gorgeous, ghostly, sure, but hauntingly majestic. No one could find any word close to scary to recount it.” Though the biggest text on the page is another story entirely.

“Our Archon Focalors claims it to be terribly scary, nevertheless, though no one present during its appearance recalls seeing her anywhere in the city.”

#furina x reader #focalors x reader #furina genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #x reader #focalors genshin x reader

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(idk why i always ask for fics like im ordering something off a mcdonald’s drive thru menu) hi!! can i get uhhh headcannons of ayato, alhaitham, diluc, and scara (separately) w a reader that has traumatic flashbacks while watching scary movies? i know it’s very specific and niche, so feel free to ignore this request

💌- anon

Pffff, please that's to funny. I hope you don't think I ignored this, I'm just slow! I actually love this idea so I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!!

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Brings back all the memories~༺}

CW: GN! Reader who has trauma, angst to fluff! Slight cursing!

Character talking is tilted

(Includes: Diluc, Alhaitham, Ayato, and Scaramouche!)

𑁍༄Diluc:

Why...why did it feel like you couldn't breath anymore? Everything was fine...you were just watching a movie, just sitting on the sofa with Diluc...when did it change? When...when did you end up here? In the very place that gave you nightmares, that traumatized you..it was impossible....right?

No...no it had to be impossible

This wasn't real. It couldn't be...anything but this. Anything but that feeling of your tears running down your face till you'd used them all, anything but the sting in your throat from the pleas and cries for help...anything but back here!

"Are you okay?"

You blinked rapidly, air flowing back into your lungs when you saw the movie had been paused...it wasn't real. It. Wasn't. Real. "Y-yeah, just...can we watch something else I'm sorry I-"

"There's no need to apologise. How about we watch something happier, you can move in closer to me too. I'll calm you down the best I can."

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

You covered your ears, hoping to drown out the sounds, to not relive the things you'd experienced, but it was like you couldn't do anything. You were tapped in your past self...ready to experience every horrible thing again and again, "Help! H-help! Someone?!? Anyone?!?" But there was still no one...just like before...just like every other time.

Your hands started to shake, your stomach churning, no. No. Please, not again. Where was Alhaitham, where was the life you'd built to never think about this version of you again?? "H-hello..please...someone, just help..I need help.." You leaned your head back against the dirty wall behind you and rocked back and forth, quietly begging for help.

"It's alright, I turned off the movie. I'm here."

You let go of your ears at the familiar sound of Alhaithams voice and it was like your eyes had adjusted back to normal...his hand firm on your arm, pulling you back to reality. "I...I was back-"

"I know...lets not talk about it anymore alright? I'll make you a cup of tea and we can read a book together instead. Honestly we should have done that in the first place, literatures much better then any recording and this is only proving that...will you be alright?"

𑁍༄Ayato:

You were struggling, struggling to keep yourself sane after what had just happened..one moment you're with Ayato, laughing about how silly one of the characters in the movie was and now...now you were terrified. Now you were running, legs burning, breathing tossed aside to make room for short gasps for air and strangled screams. You were in hell...like you'd never left.

Your heart was racing, beating like it was about to explode...you just have to get away, you just have to go further. Please, you begged your body to catch with your mind, to just run faster but you could tell you were slowing down...you just didn't have the energy left. "No! Fuck!" You shouted as you fell to the ground, had you tripped? Had you used up all your stamina...did it matter? You couldn't get back up either way, all you could do was sit there trying to breath..

"It's alright my dear, come here."

"Ayato?" You closed your eyes tightly and then, you were back in front of the TV, Ayatos arms tight around you, the movie shut off and tears running down your cheeks. "I thought it was real...I w-was so scared."

"It wasn't real, you're safe and sound with me and that's how it's going to stay. I won't let anything like that happen to you ever again, I promise."

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

You stared out the window, feeling the cold chill your bones...this had to be just a memory and yet it was so real, you could even see your breath in the freezing air. Had your life with him been just another dream? Had you never actually gotten to live those happy moments. You clutched your stomach, feeling so upset you could puke...

Everything you'd tried to forget, every smell, every feeling, every single terrifying moment, had been brought back, just for you to experience it again.

"Hey, you alright?"

You looked away from the screen, pulled out of your flashback so harshly your head was spinning...when had the movie turned into your past? "I...um yeah. I'm fine, sorry."

"Are you sure, cause you're crying and shivering like you've just seen the scariest thing in your life.."

"..."

"Come here you idiot, next time we are watching kid shows or something. I don't care how annoying they are."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #diluc headcanons #diluc x you #diluc x reader #diluc angst #alhaitham headcanons #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham angst #ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato headcanons #ayato angst #scaramouche x you #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche angst

[agentmarcuspike]

"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" part 2

cw: dbf!joel miller x f!reader, pre-outbreak, kinda... blackmailing? ig, no sarah here wc: 1.3k a/n: idek what this is, i'm just practicing, and hopefully someone likes it. working on my smut, don't feel quite confident enough with it yet. maybe in the next one...?

part 1 part 3 part 4

it’s been a week since your neighbor, Joel Miller, found you naked in his bed. you’ve been avoiding leaving the house since then, worried he'll decide to report you for breaking and entering. out of sight, out of mind, you hope, as if grown man Miller never developed a sense of object permanence.

admitting to yourself that not only being caught, but being caught fucking someone in your dad's friend's bed, had made you more excited than embarrassed was not gonna happen any time soon. although you had to acknowledge that the picture of Joel with your lacy panties in his big calloused hand, and the memory of his deep voice telling the younger man to get out of his house, had you chasing a high later that night, alone in your own bed, that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"earth to daughter, anyone home...?" your dad's hand waving in front of your face brings you back to the present. he's finishing a bagel, trying to cram a bunch of folders and loose papers into his work bag, which he only half-way manages without crumpling all of them. "you okay?"

he sends you a quick worried glance, and you nod as you swallow your coffee. "yeah, fine!" you give him a half-hearted smile, and he smiles back, grimacing as he takes a sip of his own now cold coffee.

you snicker at his usual urgency, and take another sip of your own, giggling into the mug. a knock on the door, and your dad yells for them to come in. the coffee doesn't make it all the way down your throat, and threatens to come back up when you see Mr. Miller in your kitchen.

"hey there, neighbor!" your dad says with a cheer in his voice, shaking Joel's hand. "to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Joel nods, quickly glancing at you, before looking back at your dad. "nothing good, i'm afraid." he places his hands on his hips, a confidence to his stance despite the news he's bringing. "my washing machine is broken, and i could use an extra pair of hands carrying it out in the garden to make room for the new one."

for a second you rest your gaze on his biceps, his t-shirt clinging to them for dear life, and you imagine how they would strain even more while he grunts and sweats to move the washing machine.

"i'm about to head out, i'm afraid," you hear your dad apologize, quickly moving your eyes to study the crumbs left on your plate before any of them can catch your keen eye. "but i'm sure my dutiful daughter will be more than happy to show off her strength. you've been working out a lot lotely, honey, haven't you?" your head snaps back up, as you look between the men, both looking at you.

you have. you've been doing a lot of pilates and yoga on the lawn, and you've caught your neighbor hungry stare from across the fence.

"please, no..." you mutter to yourself.

"what was that?" your dad asks, looking at you sternly, as if he didn't hear exactly what you said. "if you're gonna be living here rent free, the least you can do is give our neighbor a hand."

something playful, almost provocative in Joel's eyes renders you speechless long enough for him to say "great," and give your dad an appreciative nod.

"great!" your dad repeats, patting Joel's shoulder. "see you later, kid!" he waves at you, and disappears out the door.

you're alone with Joel.

"so..."

not a word has been spoken since Joel turned on his heel in your kitchen, expecting you to follow him, which you did. the silence feels awkward, but you don't want to break it, worried he'll bring up the other night, as you walk behind him through his house, and into his downstairs laundry room.

"grab that side," he says, pointing to the the back of the machine. it's a tight squeeze, but you manage to fit yourself between the wall and the washer, pushing it towards him.

"on three." he counts, and you lift together. it's almost too heavy, but even if you wanted to you couldn't have said anything, as you both grunt and pant your way out to his back garden.

Joel stops, and nods at you to put it down. you do. your arms feel long, and you lean forwards on your knees, catching your breath. Joel takes a second to breathe and wipe his brow before he breaks the silence.

"too early for a drink?" you look at him, still out of breath, and shake your head. not in this situation, you think to yourself.

"sit," he nods towards the sofa on the back porch and disappears back into the house again. you do as you're told.

Joel reappears with two beer bottles, extending his arm for you to grab one. he sits down next to you, a little too close for comfort. you can smell the sweat from the visible perspiration stains in the armpits of his grey shirt. you both take a couple of sips in silence, before you decide to break it.

"i can wash your sheets..." it's the only thing you can think of to make up for your sins, peeling at the label of the bottle as you say it.

to your surprise, he laughs.

you look at him, and he takes a big gulp of his beer.

"nah, that's okay," he snickers. "i kinda like it, to be honest"

Joel licks his lips before he looks at you, again with the mischievous grin of his. he gives you a quick up-and-down, sending butterflies to several parts of your body, and you swallow harshly.

"you--" you start, as he places a hand on your bare thigh, grin fading, but the mischief still very much present. he gives your leg a soft squeeze.

"i mean you can wash them if it clears your conscience... but it would be a disservice. i'd have to ask you to come mess them up again."

Joel's hand is moving up and down your leg, dangerously close to the hem of your pyjamas shorts you hadn't had time to change out of. you take a deep breath, and clutch your thighs a little tighter together around the beer bottle resting between them.

"you won't tell my dad?" you ask, knowing damn well that he wouldn't tolerate you breaking into your neighbor's house to get laid, and you'd have to find another place to stay.

Joel chuckles. "no, i won't tell your dad," he assures you. "as long as you don't bring that bonehead over again." that makes you smile. "s'he really your type? wouldn't have thought you'd be into guys like that." he takes a good sip of his beer, looking out at the neat-tended garden.

"excuse me?" you say accusatory. "what you mean, guys like that? he was really nice!" Joel looks back at you again, brows raised, before looking away again, shaking his head lightly. "whatever you say, hon." then under his breath: "if you can't see it, m'not gonna say it."

you roll your eyes, and let your legs relax a little. while lifting your bottle to your lips again, Joel's fingertips press a little harder into your inner thigh. you let them.

"so are we good, Miller? seeing as i nearly broke my back helping you move that thing?" you nod towards the washing machine, looking very out of place on the otherwise neat lawn. you had always been able to see parts of his backyard from your childhood bedroom window, and you'd seen him mow the lawn shirtless more than once, shamefully thirsting from afar.

"we're good..." his eyes meet yours, the tease in them ever present.

"for now."

#is this about to turn into a cucking thing lmao #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #dbf joel miller #tlou fanfiction #i mean barely at this point but ok #fanfic #can't believe i'm posting this why am i scared alhjsdgkjashgf #it's just a drabble isn't it #my writing

[paviastrashyrings]

*slams my hands on the table*

Finally, there's more Pavia liker here in tumblr and I been waiting for someone making Pavia contents/fanfics, yet you gib meh a delicious pavia content.

Speaking of Pavia, Can I have a request for him? I'm not sure if you heard his backstory but feel free to decline this request!

What if Pavia finally met his childhood best friend (crush) in his past? Who always been there for him in dark and gloomy times in his childhood? But finally met again as they grow up, would Pavia still have the love for reader when he met them again? And would they spend more time together than before in the past? What would that be?

*Grabs le a mic on you*

What an interesting ask; to answer your question dear reader, I know some of his lore. The basement in piedmont, the reason he was there. If there is anything I have not learned, I would be happy to learn more.

With such out of the way, dear readers, join me now in yet another sweet dream of the wolf and his pack.

A childhood crush is hard to come by when you're stuck in a basement for majority of what most would call childhood.

but little tiny you, leaving gifts you found at the only window that the basement had or dropping flowers and whatever trinkets you found out in the wilds.

slowly, he took notice and decided to try and speak to you.

You were so kind, and it felt so wonderful to finally have some kind of attention after all of this time without human interactions.

The day he disappeared, you thought he had died with not so much as a goodbye. You mourned, not knowing how to handle the loss of a friend.

as you grew older, you continued to carry a small bundle of dried and pressed petals from the flowers you used to show him. They sit neatly in a little pendant around your neck.

You were walking along, out on a small grocery run when you heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar.

You look around, clutching your pendant until your eyes land on him.

who..no that couldn't be who you thought it was. "Excuse me, sir" you'd try to at least get a better look at him. He couldn't possibly be who you thought it was, could it? "You're excused, can't you see im in the middle of-" and he stops, eyes filled with a strange familiarity as they land on you. He held a sweet in his hand, wrapped nicely in a box, it seems he was about to indulge. "I just had to ask," you start timidly, seeing the man sit in shocked silence. You open your pendant, the petals of flowers you used to show the little boy in the basement still pristine. "Do you know what flowers these petals belong to?"

To say he was shocked was an understatement, staring at the petals with wide eyes through his tinted glasses.

"Is it really you Pavia? After all these years?" youd ask, the realization dawning on him almost as soon as you said his name.

"Goodness, look at how much you've grown. I thought the day that my gifts weren't met with happy chatter, you had died." You'd continue, being unable to read the emotions he felt through his expression.

"I missed you; i missed you dearly in fact. I carried these everyday because I wanted to keep you with me" without saying a word in response to any of your rambling, he took your face in his hands.

He stared you down, as if trying to see if it really was you, he even leaned in and sniffed you as if he were a dog.

He was wary, but the more you spoke of the gifts you would show him and the nights you would talk to him through the one window he had in the basement, he started to believe you more.

The fact that you said you missed him? That you carried something that reminded you of him? He could cry, he didn't think that anyone doing that simply because they thought of him dearly was even possible.

He would love to catch up, first asking if you remembered what the names of his imaginary friends were.

If you answered with Tonika, Leon, Maleficent, Andrea, and Peter: well he automatically knew that you really were missing him.

Happy that you remembered, would absolutely pester you to hang out whenever you possibly could.

You got him a matching pendant, but it was empty. You had insisted that he put something in there that reminded him of you, so he could carry it around like you did with the petals.

Internally melting, externally grumbling about it being so much work.

He did it anyways, wears it religiously. Inside was a single piece of opal small enough to fit, it made him think of how bright you were.

He looks at it sometimes, but is more proud to wear it around knowing that yours matches.

crying, your honor please just let me love him gently Goodness, all of you have been so wonderful with your requests in my inbox!! I really wasnt expecting these to be so well received but I love writing them and I will do my best to get them all out to you asap! I digress, come dream with me some other time. From your Beloved, Moon.

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 #r1999 x reader #rev1999 #x reader #gn reader #reader insert #pavia x reader #pavia reverse 1999

[all-my-writings-and-musings]

Hello! Only if you could and if it doesn't bother you, may I request some dating Macaque and Sun Wukong headcanons?? Please and thank you! I hope you are having an excellent day / night!! <3

Hello, that's absolutely no trouble at all, and thank you dear anon! I hope you like this!

Sun Wukong x Reader

Macaque x Reader

Sun Wukong

Dating the Monkey King is always... interesting, but well worth it, so long as you have a taste for adventure! Plenty of demons have a score to settle and are fully aware that kidnapping his beloved mortal would allow them to get their revenge, but most know better than to try. Sun Wukong is very protective, and should you ever get stolen away he'll make it up to you with lots of apologizing and a date to some fantastic destinations of your choice. You would never hold these events against him, of course, but you happily accept a trip to some beautiful locale to make up for it.

To the surprise of everyone, except for you, he's remarkably bashful when it comes to all things romance. When he really wants to appear smooth he can, but you can always tell he's practically melting down under his grin every time the two of you flirt. He gets a little more relaxed once the two of you have been together for a while, but every "first" comes with a blush. Holding his hand for the first time? Blushing. Laying your first kiss on his cheek? Blushing all the way across his widdle nose. First kiss on the lips? This monkey is going nuclear.

Macaque

Being a blushing mess doesn't stop him from being openly, unabashedly in love with you though, especially in public. Even if he prefers to keep a low profile, he simply has to let everyone know he's dating the most amazing human on earth.

A surprising fun fact; he loves taking selfies with you! Pictures are still very new to him, as for most of his life wanting to capture a moment required hours of painstaking work, so he loves being able to just press a button and have the image forever. Your gallery will be filled with pictures of the two of you on every other corner of the world.

He's got a LOT of enemies, and some of them have legitimate grievances, but he makes it quite clear to all of them that you're off limits. To say he's protective is an understatement, but it comes from a place of very genuine concern. You may catch sight of a little black moth keeping an eye on you when you walk alone at night, or spot a wolf that thinks he's way sneakier than he is trailing you in the woods. He'll stop if asked and he always pretends he's just checking in on you because he's bored, but you know better.

His mischievous streak often shows up in how he likes to take you out on dates. Shadow Portals allow him to slip in and out of any location he chooses, and as far as he's concerned that should include movie theaters, fancy restaurants, clubs... whatever he doesn't feel like paying for. A simple bit of illusion magic is all he needs to blend in and sneak past any security, so if you're game the two of you can enjoy some free entertainment from the worlds snobbiest locales. He'll pay if you insist, but he refuses to wait in lines.

He is going to brag about you, a lot, to anyone and everyone in the most insufferable way possible. It's not enough for everyone to know you're the best, they have to know you chose him, and there's nothing they can do about it. For all the bragging though he's quite quick to get embarrassed if you do the same for him in any capacity. If you call him handsome in public he will need... a moment.

A fun fact about him, and please don't tell anyone, but he's a cuddlebug. It's not even conscious, to the point you'll find his tail wrapping around you if the two of you are close together, and he's thoroughly embarrassed about it. He's a warrior! Please don't tell anyone, especially Wukong, because he'll never live it down. Still, when the two of you are alone and have some down time, there really is nothing he loves more than just being close and enjoying your presence.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk x reader #macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk x y/n #macaque x y/n #macaque x reader #monkey king x reader #lmk reader #sun wukong x reader #reqs open #human reader #self insert #lmk fanfiction #fic request

[ramu-ego]

Thirst but feel free to elaborate

I want to fuck nagi so bad. He's so cute, and lazy. He's such a pillow princess. Imagine fucking him while he's playing his game and telling him to focus on it. He's trying to not moan, especially if he were kind of gamer who'd use voice chats, so he'd have to hold his voice back but he can't so his moans would keep on slipping.

This could be for hiori too :) I love both very much

(nsfw) MUTE IT :: Seishiro Nagi x femdom!Reader

anon, dear lovely sexy anon, I use to see fics and feel my skin crawl at the gamer!boy fics and the weird greasy boys domming reader and never understood the allure until now...I JUST WANTED TO PEG A GAMER BOY YOU'VE AWAKEN SOMETHING IN ME ANON ♡ - askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, established relationship, toxic gamer trope (not Nagi) exhibition, sex toys, pegging, anal, sexual themes, unedited word count: 2.4k character(s): Nagi Seishiro

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

One sigh into his mic had Nagi mumbling his words the second he off handedly mentioned you were home, "Yeah no, she got home from work earlier than expected is all."

"Boo!"

"What about guys only game night?!"

"You gonna quit early then you fucking simp?"

"Watch Seishiro is gonna log out because he's too busy sucking his girls dick like a wimp."

The onslaught of shitty responses came after Nagi hadn't even made a big deal about you coming home. No intention of fighting them over it because all he needed was the body count to do something in his game. He'd do it alone if it was a solo players job. On his belly lounging in bed, Nagi looked away from his screen when you came and sat behind him on his thighs.

"Want me to mute it?" He asked haphzardly.

You could make out the garbage talking on the other end of his mic. But knew immediately it wasn't anyone to concern yourself with. Instead stretching out your arms until you cupped the underside of Nagi's ass. Teasing touch of your thumbs dipped down between his thighs and closer to his sensitive areas. Leaving you to only smile when you jiggled his ass in his grey sweats, "Mute it, only if you don't want them to hear you baby."

Drawn out of his lips was a low moan Nagi didn't entirely hide. Twisting the mic away from his mouth a little bit was all he did. Half lidded eyes shutting entirely now when he wiggled his hips under you and stuck his butt up a little more in the air. Unable to use his words. But using a few pathetic groaning noises to indicate he wanted you to touch him more.

If he didn't care those losers heard, then why should you?

Catching your fingers in his waistband, Nagi lifted his hips up just enough to let you pull down his sweats in one good. How wonderful his ass did look in them couldn't compare to the real thing. Squeezing and groping his ass with your weight pinning his legs down. Nagi squirmed and moaned little by little under your attention. Hips going from sedentary and lazy; to wiggling and pushing up against your in wordless demands of more. Even though his underwear he couldn't help it.

Leaning down, yanking down his shirt a little just to press your lips at the base of his neck above his shoulder blades, Nagi's full body shudder made him drop the game controller and bury his face in the bedding under him. Noise correctly muffled from the mic now as Nagi's headphones hung around his neck instead. Questions and demands of what the hell was was doing and to get his ass back to the game could be heard.

"Bunch of losers...can't even do the game without you." Your lips curling into a smile still pressed against the pale part of skin you kissed, "Lets take a little more of your time, shall we?"

No back talk Nagi laid limp with his face in the bed when you worked his underwear down around his thighs. Framing his bubble butt in your hands as soon as you could. Squeezing and groping it as he moaned into the bedding. Writhing under your attention as his cock grew and remained pinned between his body and the bedding. All the relief he got was from your hands on his ass and whatever he could manage rutting his hips into the bed under him.

Just as his mind grew hazy and he was getting into a rhythm of rocking his hips into the bedding, your touch was gone. Distraught but with an utterly unreadable façade Nagi drug his face out of the bedding to look why you stopped. Pouting in the meantime when your hands were no longer on him at all. Instead fishing out something in the bedside drawer next to your shared bed.

"Don't look at me like that." You didn't waste a breath berating him with that kicked puppy dog look in his eyes when you sat back up with a bottle in your hands. Holding it between your thumb and forefinger just to swing the little container in front of him, Nagi immediately recognized what you drug up, "I told you to mute it. No going back now."

No going back indeed. Fisting the sheets under him while he could only think to bite down on a wad of bedding under his face. Nagi wiggled his hips when the icy hot sensation of lube dripped down his crack. Lubing him up a little excessively but he wasn't about to complain when you drew your finger up and down, spreading it as you went and teasing his entrance.

The threat to mute his gaming mic was very real. Now missing the opportunity at all Nagi let out a toe curling moan the second your finger slipped up to it's second knuckle in him. Every muscle in his body tensing then releasing with the wave of pleasure. Fists still balled up with bed in them. Nagi was found wiggling back on your finger demanding more like a true greedy princess before you even had a chance to move.

"Want more." Nagi murmured when you swished your finger around his insides, "Want more now."

"It slipped in so easily no wonder you want more." Drawing your finger up his crack to lather it in lube, you had absolutely no problem shoving another finger inside his twitching walls along with the first. Nagi's spine dipping in. Hips pushing back and his cock leaking onto the bed beneath him. He looked so endearingly breedable laid out on his stomach like this, "You know..." You used your free hand to draw a feathery light touch between his shoulder blades. Right away feeling him tighten around you and forcing you to push your fingers into him slower just to make them fit, "A shame all they can do is hear you...But they're all still so loud." You made note of the commentary still pouring through the headphones that drowned out Nagi's meager moans, "Maybe you need to be a little louder."

Groaning in protest volume wasn't in his arsenal. Only wanting to drown in pleasure of your fingers mixing up his insides while he still had his headset on. Nagi protested when you drew your fingers out of him. Whining with his cheek plastered into the bed under him that he didn't care what they heard all he wanted was to cum. You noted his concerns and hushed him up quickly when Nagi caught a glimpse of what he saw you drag out finally.

"Mmm." You lubed up the bulbous end of your side of the toy. Some silicone now slimy with lube before you pulled your shorts to the side. Slipping in your end of the strapless toy with ease. Adjusting very quickly when you flicked on the vibrations. Ripples of sensation making your walls clench around the toy as you thrusted it in and out of yourself a few times for good measure. Nagi engrossed in seeing you fuck yourself with the shorter end of the strapless dildo before getting it just right. Leaving the much longer end pointing out to him as you returned to dousing it in lube above his peachy little ass, "Don't worry. I'll make sure you cum and shut those lame fucks up at the same time."

Nagi had no desire or time to question your methods. Press of the toy head against his slipper entrance and soon your silicone cock was disappearing inside him.

"Seishiro are you still there?"

"Told you guys he'd give up when his bitch got home."

"Dumbass left his account on he's so whipped."

Sinking your cock down to the base in him. Nagi's noises bubbling up even louder than with your fingers. His back dipped in while his hips pushed up into your pelvis. Ass shaking and begging for more of the length you couldn't give him after taking it all. Nagi's head set had been dropped right next to his head. The perfect place for you to reach over him, pressing your strap deeper into his guts and snagging the loud gaming tool for yourself.

"This thing still on?" You knew it was but still spoke exceptionally clearly into the mic. Quick to hear everyone clam up when they stumbled onto the fact you may have heard their shit commentary, "Ahem-" You cleared your throat after you got their attention. Dragging your hand down your baby's back and smiling down at Nagi who wiggled his ass against you utterly unaware of what you were doing now, "Sorry your little free ticket for easy game play is busy right now. His bitch of a girlfriend got home and well...guess he's a little busy."

Putting the headphones right back on Nagi's mop of white hair. You twisted the mic back towards his mouth and grabbed fistfuls of his hips immediately. Driving your strap into him as deep as you could just as he had been whining about. A loud whimpering moan drug from his lips and sent right into the mic. Nagi didn't care if he'd be heard by the lot of gamers he'd befriended. Not when your tip threatened to slip right out of him before you fucked it right back into him.

Waiting for exactly this. Nagi's ass in the air while you slammed your hips into him from behind. Hefting up the giant soccer player so he was face down in the bed with your hands grabbing his hips to hold them in place for you. The slap of skin as you fucked Nagi still wearing the gaming headphones was only drown out by the loud lewd noises he was spewing right into the mic previously covered up by some blankets.

"No way your doing that! Faker!"

"Dude are you fucking on stream?!"

"You heard her she's fucking Seishiro oh my god he's getting pegged!"

Their comments were flooding not only the headphones adoring the top of Nagi's head. But also the little chat channel in the corner of his screen. All of them madly typing in hysterics as you continued to fuck their golden gamer boy in real time.

Not able to grab a fistful of his hair like you would any other time. You settled on using Nagi's hips to pull him back onto your strap with the weight of him behind it. Driving your tip into his deepest parts and stirring growing and louder moans right out of the man. Clumps of white hair sticking to his face as he grew even redder in the face each passing moment. Nagi's ass and thighs jiggling off your hips with each thrust. Threatening to pull out completely each time. Just to slam it back into him and enjoying the little wiggle of Nagi's ass when your toy abused the sweetest spot right against his prostate.

With a flick of your finger the vibrations were set up to the highest setting. Making Nagi even louder and the chat in his game loose their collective minds as they all really figured out their number one gamer was getting pegged for them all to hear. His cock untouched and bouncing from the thrusts. Smacking his thighs or his stomach with his sensitive bulbous cock head. Leaving a gooey trail of precum that never seemed to end. His back dipped in and Nagi spread his legs wider with the inevitable orgasm tightening in his stomach. Still with just the vibrating end inside you. Making your walls clench and flutter with pleasure each time you slammed into him. You couldn't help but quicken your pace and tighten your grip on his hips just to hold him in place when you struck the golden spot on your end.

"Shit- Baby, god-" You felt the tightening in your stomach grow when Nagi lowered himself just enough on your strap that it pushed up against your sweet spot, "Fuck- I'm going to cum fucking you- Shit I really am-"

"Fuck I wanna cum-" Nagi whined into the microphone now damp with his spit from being mashed into the bed while you fucked him. Slack jawed, panting and matching your thrusts so you hit as deep in him as possible. Nagi didn't even realize what you had said about cumming yourself. Only focused on the wave of pleasure growing and growing until there was just nothing else he could do.

Letting out the loudest moan yet Nagi twisted his fists into the bedding he had a death grip on just as his orgasm overtook his senses entirely. Hip shaking, cock twitching orgasm drowning the six four man in toe curling pleasure as you fucked him right through it all. Not quite a spurt but the first thickest wad of cum drooling off his tip when he clenched around your toy. Milky and white in contrast to the precum from before. His cum oozed out of him with each abusing stroke of your tip against his prostate.

Leaving Nagi a moaning mumbling mess with the microphone against his lips as you dug your fingertips into his hips and pushed your thrusts right into your own tummy twisting pleasure. High vibed humming of the vibrator that helped Nagi cum as hard as he did. Now doing it's job as your walls clenched around the thicker end inside you. Hips giving way to an erratic rut just to ride out your own orgasm. Enjoying the high even more as you pushed into him with each wave of pleasure. Milking the idea that you were really cumming in your lazy gamer boyfriend to the max until you finally had to let out the breath you were holding. Cunt fluttering around the toy inside you. And Nagi passed out with his face in the bed and ass still up in the air with you buried inside him. You suddenly remembered the headphones crooked on his head. No surprise not hearing any vulgar comments now. Just the muffled noises of prudes doing what prudes did best on the other end of it.

Plucking the headphones off Nagi's head, a little labored breathing as your walls still ached around the side buried between your legs. You laughed into the mic itself, "Next time you wanna talk shit, mute it so this bitch doesn't ruin your little game. Now, if you'll excuse him-" You reached down and curled your fingers around Nagi's cock with your strap pressing deep inside him all over again and your finger hovering over the off switch of the gaming headphones, "Your free gaming prodigy won't be playing with you again. He's too busy getting fucked by the bitch that interrupts your guy time."

#this...might have awaken something in me anon... #:: thanks for the ask~! ✩ #bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro smut #chigiri hyoma smut #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi smut #nagi smut #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x you #bllk nagi #blue lock nagi

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: 2019

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fics post 💜

BTS fic rec index 💜

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯. 

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💜Namjoon💜

⭐Inside my Mind 💯 by @jimlingss

// knj x f.reader // high school!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 You’re safe in the confines of your mind. Free to think whatever, free to fantasize to your heart’s content. And your imagination tends to quite a wild turn when you’re dying from sheer boredom. But when some GUY IN YOUR CLASS CAN FUCKING READ MINDS - YOU’RE NOT SAFE ANYMORE! WHAT THE FUCKSKDKASDFGHJKL—

💜Jimin💜

⭐Sugar, Spice, and everything Nice 💯 by @dovechim

// pjm x f.reader // established relationship, witch!reader, pregnancy!au // 🥵😂

📝 You and jimin have been trying for a baby for the past six months, to no avail, but then you realize one crucial mistake: you’ve been neglecting your witchy heritage. What ensues is a month of trial and tribulation… for Jimin at least. 

⭐Locked in Love 💯 by @parkmuse

// pjm x f.reader // brothers best friend!jimin, Christmas!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

🗨️ This is one of my absolute favorites, and I re-read this around every Christmas 🥰

⭐Snow, Don’t Tell 💯 by @stutterfly

// pjm x f.reader // neighbors!au, f2l // 🥵🥰😂

📝 Jimin is the sweetest boy around, no comparison. Always ready to listen to my stories, visits me regularly and tells me all sorts of tales about those friends of his. Might as well adopt them all, I know so much about them! Jiminie’s the best grandson anyone could ask for, really, a little angel, and his little gang of friends is quite the hoot. He’s been a little quiet about himself lately, though. Kept going on and on about that neighbor of his, how cute she always looks and how he likes to help her with her groceries, but I think maybe I teased him just a little too much about that crush of his. Maybe he’ll figure out a way to get closer to her this holiday season, because who knows how much longer he’ll pine over the girl if he doesn’t. 

🗨️ This is one of my absolute favorites, and I re-read this around every Christmas 🥰

⭐What you Deserve by @jiminniethemarshmallow

// pjm x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵

📝 (no summary, sorry).

⭐About Last Night by @sehunpeachy

// pjm x f.reader // e2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 You had promised yourself; if you were to ever hook up with that asshole park jimin, it would be just a one night stand.

💜Taehyung💜

⭐Upstream Colour by @honeymoonjin

// kth x f.reader // s2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 Escaping to Venice for a break from your strenuous job was meant to be simple. Go there, decompress for two weeks, and return feeling invigorated. But the soulful gondolier you meet on the docks in Saint Mark’s Square has you wanting to never leave at all.

💜Jungkook💜

⭐Bulls Eye by @gguksgalaxy

// jjk x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 A summer weekend isn’t complete without Jungkook coming to seek you out at your job at the beach club to bless you wish his smile. A smile that quickly fades to anger one night, when he catches your ex trying to get your attention.

⭐In the Dark 💯 by @jksangelic

// pjm x jjk x f.reader // threesome, f2l, mxm  // 🥵😂

📝 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

⭐The CEO’s Son by @honiboyyoon

// jjk x f.reader // office!au  // 🥵

📝 Your relationship with your boss’ son was never one HR would approve of…

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AN: I am posting this in august 2023, but dating the post back to some time in 2019 😆

Borahae 💜

#bts fic rec #bts fic recs #bts fic recs index #bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #kth x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut

[luwritesomething]

mickey altieri x reader where she starts getting suspicious of him but ignores it cause he’s her boyfriend (and she’s in denial) until one day she accidentally catches him still in costume without him knowing. Reader then starts avoiding him and is super upset and doesn’t know what to do until one day he shows up and asks her why she’s been avoiding him. She tells Mickey that she saw him in the Ghostface costume and knows that he is the killer and he tries to explain himself and tries to calm her down. She’s very upset about it and is scared that he might hurt her but he reassures her that he won’t. She loves him so she eventually decides to stay with him anyway and promises that she won’t leave him or tell anyone abt him being the killer… I hope this made sense lol I feel like I put a lot I’m just in desperate need of mickey fics 😭

Mickey Altieri x Reader: Please.

Warnings: swearing, manipulation (mickey manipulates the reader to stay by his side), lack of morals from reader's side, mentions of blood and murder.

Word count: 2160

Author's note: i'm living for these requests! with this little piece, i was able to answer two of them, that's why i added the other one. i love mickey, but i actually struggled with writing this one because my moral alarm was going off everytime i tried to think of a reason for reader to stay with mickey after finding out... that's why i went down the manipulation path! hope you like it, and remember, no matter how 'unoriginal' or 'boring' you think your reqs may be, i love getting them and will most probably write them <3

also in here mickey is a little dumb dumb because he goes into his dorm with the ghostface costume on, something that i don't think mickey would actually do... but anyways! no more spoilers :)

graphic by me! also, i'm leaving my mickey altieri playlist, if anyone wants to take a look at it, feel free!

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad martin-meeks, mindy martin-meeks, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The pounding of your heart was the only thing you could feel as you shut your eyes close and try not to make a damn sound. You knew you hadn’t been meant to witness what you had since the moment your mind had been able to connect the dots together, just some minutes ago, and now you were just trying not to discover yourself.

The sounds of someone moving around Mickey’s room had woken you up from your heavy sleep, the coldness from your boyfriend not being by your side anymore easing you up to reality. You had barely opened your eyes, a quick flutter that registered the small lamp in Mickey’s desk shedding its light in the figure next to it. Your heart had stopped at the sight of the figure who, even though had its back turned to you, you could recognize everywhere after last week’s news.

Someone was on a murder spree on campus, dressed with the same costume the figure there was wearing, so it was natural for your first thought to be that you were the next victim. You even saw the knife in the figure’s hand, blade stained with blood that meant you weren’t about to be the only dead of the night. But, before you could even think about moving to try and save your life, the figure had taken the ghostly mask off and you had recognized Mickey, your dear and loved and lovely boyfriend Mickey, in less than a second. That was when you had stopped breathing, your eyes closing as you tried to wash the sight of the bloody knife off your mind, and your heart trying to escape from your chest.

You waited in silence, trying to control the thoughts that raced through your mind, and not making a single move that could expose you to Mickey. Luckily enough, he got out of the room with a towel on his shoulder, to go and use the communitary shower, and that allowed you to breathe deep before trying to control the panic trying to take over your body.

Was Mickey really the killer? When you opened your eyes again, the costume was nowhere to be seen but it was not like you had the imagination to make that up. And if you were true to yourself, Mickey had been shady as fuck. Oh, God, were you really suspecting your own boyfriend of being a killer? The evidence had been right there, in front of your eyes — that wasn’t suspecting anymore.

When some steps could be heard outside the door, you forced yourself to close your eyes, trying to focus on anything other than the sick feeling messing with your stomach. You kept yourself grounded, hidden between the pillow and the sheets, and your body stilled terribly when Micky got himself on bed, like nothing had happened. He smelled sweet, the scent of his shampoo surrounding you.

Quietly, you held your breath as his arms surrounded you, lovingly, and you waited for something — anything — to happen.

You waited for the whole night, but nothing other than Mickey swiftly falling asleep did.

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The days passed by, and your mind couldn’t help but bring back the image of Mickey on the costume with the bloody knife whenever you were around him. And that was terrible, because you spent an incredible amount of time with Mickey, which quickly brought you to avoid him.

At first it was rather small and subtle — made up group projects, very real homework, studying. Then, the need to be on your own, which triggered his suspicions of something else going on. You were inevitably jumpy around him during those times you ran out of excuses, laughing less than usual and sometimes even zoning out on him. The thought of you losing your feelings for him was nearly driving him insane.

Mickey couldn’t stop thinking about you during his film history course, and not in a good way. From college, his murder spree and now you acting up, he had received a ridiculous amount of stress — enough to make him space out in every single class of his. In the middle of the lesson he had already made up his mind about having to talk things out with you and figure out what he had said or done to upset you that much.

When the class ended he was the first one to get out, without even saying goodbye to Randy, and heading towards the classroom he knew you’d be in. You both had learned each other’s schedules after spending so much time together, and that hour was perfect, since his class ended a little bit before yours and both were the last classes of the day.

Oblivious to his presence outside the classroom, you calmly gathered your things once the class came to an end, agreeing a date and hour with the partner you had been assigned to for your next project. Attending your classes and focusing on your schoolwork kept your mind off things — things being Mickey — but as soon as you crossed the classroom doors and saw him there, it all came back.

Mickey smiled at you, even if you didn’t smile back, and walked towards you with that easy going manner of doing things he had. You waited for him with your fingers drumming against your side, which he caught on — weren’t you happy to see him? Even if he had verbalized that question, he wouldn’t have gotten an answer.

“Hey.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.” You said, forcing a smile that, surprisingly, hadn’t felt so forced. Maybe you had been slipping lately, but your objective was not to be killed, and you didn’t know how far he was planning on going. “I have to go to the library, do you want to hang after—?”

“I just wanna talk to you for a minute.” Mickey interrupted you, grabbing the hand you had use to lightly gesture around.

Your heart started pounding so loudly you were afraid he able to hear it. He wasn't, but you didn’t notice his fingers pressing on the pulse point on your grip, checking that, indeed, you were pretty nervous. “It can’t wait?”

“It’ll be just a min.” Mickey promised, insisting oh so charmingly. He squeezed your hand once. “Please?”

How were you supposed to say no to him when he asked so nicely, with his head cocked and his eyes shining? You nodded softly and sighed under your breath, letting him take you wherever he wanted as you tried not to think too much about it.

He led you outside and to the side of the building, a not so hidden place that equally allowed you to be seen by the students walking through campus but not be heard unless you raised your voices. You found yourself terribly afraid of noticing all these things, but Mickey letting your hand go and placing himself across from you got your attention too fast.

“What’s gotten into you?” He finally asked, head cocked.

It took you a second to catch it. “What?”

“You think I haven’t noticed?” Mickey pursed his lips slightly, then shook his head. He truly looked worried. “You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I’m not avoiding—”

“Oh, please.” Mickey waved his hand to make you stop, diminishing your ridiculous attempt to fool him. “Don’t lie to me like that. Just… tell me what I did wrong so I can undo it and—”

You started shaking your head, nervous. “It’s not— It’s not like that.”

The look in Mickey’s eyes was so helpless that you felt how your heart started to crumble. “Please?”

You looked away from him, feeling the fast way your heart was pumping blood. If you had been seated, you would have started to bounce your leg up and down — Mickey couldn’t be more confused at your nervous-wreck state.

“Are you the murderer?” You asked in a whisper, almost not daring to look up to see his reaction.

But his face didn’t tell you anything. Mickey was completely emotionless as he stared back into your eyes, his brain processing very slowly those four words that had just left your mouth. How could you know? He was sure he had been really careful, trying not to let his mood after a kill or planning affect any scenario between you. Mickey knew you were smart, but how?

That was not the right direction to go, though, he realized as you waited for him to give you an answer. You had been acting all weird around him because of being scared of him, and that feeling didn’t make him feel entirely good. 

“Listen…” He started, coming a step closer to you, but you instantly backed away.

“Don’t.” You hissed rather abruptly, still not believing he hadn’t denied it completely and put an end to your delusion. You were right. “If you get closer I’ll scream.”

“Sweetheart!” Mickey exclaimed, surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as the pet name he reserved for your softest moments slipping past his lips in what was an improvised plan of manipulation. The seriousness in his voice and face was the only thing you could pay attention to, though. “I wouldn’t hurt you. You know that, right?”

You hesitated and he almost hissed right then. Falling for you hadn’t been on his plan, but now that same plan was being threatened just because you had found — and he couldn’t have that happen. Mickey wouldn’t kill you, no, but his partner easily could if you did something stupid, and he also did not want you to go to the police saying things about him and the murders. He needed to think of a solution, and fast.

“Then why would you hurt others?” You said hastily, then your head looking around you to really make sure no one was listening. “You’ve killed people, Mickey. I knew some of them—”

“You have to trust me.” He interrupted you instantly. There was only one way out, as he saw it: manipulation. Mickey needed you by his side. His acting skills were enough for you to stop looking so nervous, watching closely how his eyes fell to the floor in fake defeat — but you didn’t know he was acting. You didn’t even know he was a star. “I can’t tell you but you have to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His hand reached out to grab yours, but you dodged it, rather defensive. “And why would I trust you?”

“Because I’m not a liar.” Mickey frowned slightly. If you didn’t let him convince you of staying by his side, he would have to… The way he called out your name was rather heartbreaking, this time managing to catch your hand and pressing it against his chest. “Please. I wouldn’t hurt you, and you know that.”

He was making you doubt, he realized, as your eyes fell to your hand on his chest. Mickey seemed desperate from your eyes — begging you to stay. But it wasn’t right… “It just… this changes so many things.”

Mickey shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. I still love you, and I always will.” His promise sounded genuine, and it was. There was no denying that, Mickey truly loved you. If he didn’t, you would already be another number on his back, after those little four words you said to him. 

But there he was, playing tricks on your mind without you noticing. “I’d trade my life for yours.”

“Mickey…”

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He insisted, more strongly now. His eyes continuously searched for yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to deny him if you were looking right into his eyes. “Please, please, you have to trust me. Don’t you love me anymore?”

The question shocked you, and if you had been in your right mind, you would have realized the length of the manipulation. But in that moment it only made you gasp, surprised that he would actually question it with such a real expression. 

You were quick. “Of course I do!”

“Then…” A sigh interrupted Mickey, who looked down, letting your hand go. He didn’t need that much dramatism, but now that he had actually gotten used to the part, why stop? “Please.”

There wasn’t much thinking from your side. Mickey had asked you to please trust him, and that was what you were going to do. He had also promised not to hurt you, and you knew him too well — or so you thought. There needed to be more behind all this, and you had to be by his side. 

“I trust you.” You muttered after some seconds, and he looked up instantly. A soft smile blossomed in his lips as you nodded. “I won’t tell, I promise.”

Mickey leaned closer to you, with the swiftest movement, a hand cupping your cheek. “I love you.” He whispered softly.

“I love you too.” You replied against his lips.

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[semisolidmind]

I am in love with your jttw posts! They're awesome! I wanted to ask about your thoughts on a scenario with Bad End Sun reacting to seeing reader being pissed for the first time. Like, the reason Wukong fell for reader in the first place is because of their sweet, fun-loving personality, and their ability to brush off negativity. But the moment he returns from being under the mountain for 500 years, and starts threatening reader's loved ones, the reader isn't afraid to let Wukong know that they will do their level best to kill him if he lays a hand on their husband or children, even with the knowledge that they definitely don't stand a chance against him. I just love the idea of a reader that isn't afraid to throw down when the time calls for it. Feel free to ignore this ask, but I hope you have a great day! 💙

ooh, reader gettin sassy with the great sage? that can't end well;

let's say reader gives her big speech about family and love and how wukong could never truly understand what those mean because he only ever thinks of himself, and how she's willing to fight even him if necessary, and–

he's laughing.

"Oh, sweet peach, you're too much!" he says, chuckling even as she glares daggers at him. "You always were one for jokes, but this one is particularly hilarious!"

her "husband" (wukong sneers at the thought) lays prone on the ground a few feet away, tied by a magic snare, the grip of which renders him too breathless to speak. their children (when had that happened?) cower by him, too afraid to even whimper. the monkey king pays them no mind, his burning eyes focused only on the one in front of him. even now, 500 years later, she's still as wonderful as he remembers her, even with such fury in her eyes.

he's happy to see she's still so lively.

lively enough to aim a fist at him and swing. he catches it easily, but his eyes widen regardless. there was skill and power in that hit, for all the good it did. the traitor must have been training her.

"Good effort! If it were anyone else but me, you could have made contact. But, my darling lotus, we waste our time here. Out of respect for my once dear brother, I'll let him and his children live. You, however, will be coming with me." wukong purrs, grabbing reader and putting her over his shoulder.

and though she kicks and curses, reader is taken away, macaque barely able to call out to her through the pain of the snare's grip. the kids are able to free him eventually, magically gifted in their own rights. reader is gone again, leaving her little family behind to come up with a plan to defeat a nigh invincible enemy to save her.

#bad end wukong #oddly enough he doesnt hurt mac and kids in this one #guess readers firey attitude amused him enough to show mercy