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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Praise the Anemo Archon, Barbatos!

Pairings: Venti x fem!reader

Summary: You are the wife of the anemo archon, Lord Barbatos. You know him as Venti, Lord Barbatos, and your husband. After a steamy morning with your husband, you have decided to explore the City of Freedom and stop by the Cathedral that is dedicated to your husband. After coming across a very devoted follower of your husband, you and the sister butt heads over who is more devoted to the Anemo archon. To show your dedication to your husband, Lord Barbatos, you have decided to offer your body to the said archon.

Note: Omg, my first ever Venti smut?! To be honest, I didn't know how this story was going to turn out because the story could go different routes. Since this was my first Venti smut, I hope you all like it, or at least think that it's decent because, again, smut isn't my specialty, and I still cringe every time I type the word "cock" or "cunt." I'm impressed that there are people who can type out an endless amount of smuts because I can't do it without feeling awkward 💀 Since this fanfic has smut, minors DO NOT INTERACT! To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, religious themes, sacrilege, doggy style, oral (male and female receiving), missionary, mating press, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampie, hair pulling.

Word Count: 9.7k

Both you and Venti are sleeping soundly in your shared bed, your head resting in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist while his cheek is resting on the top of your head. It was a Saturday morning, and the sun had just begun to rise from the horizon, peeking through the curtains of your and Venti’s bedroom window. The sound of birds chirping outside the window is what brought Venti out from his slumber. He cracked his eyes open and looked around the room with bleary eyes, raising his right hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Venti feels you move beside him; Venti looks down at you, a smile appearing on his face when he sees that you’re still in your slumber.

Venti reaches up to your face and caresses your left cheek in his right hand. You mumbled incoherent words in your sleep, tightening your grip around his slim waist before nuzzling your face into his neck. Venti feels his heart swell up at the adorable sight before weaving his fingers into your hair, lightly massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers.

“Windblume, wake up,” Venti whispers, pressing his lips on your head while continuing to massage your head with his fingers. You continued to sleep, ignoring the sound of Venti trying to rouse you from your sleep. Not only were you disregarding the sound of Venti trying to wake you up, but the feeling of Venti massaging your scalp wasn’t doing Venti any favor. Venti pouts, “Aww, [Y/N]! Wake up! I’m bored!” He whines softly, pressing many kisses on the top of your head repeatedly. You mumbled in your sleep, and the sound of Venti whining while pressing many kisses on you slowly brought you out of your sleep. He pokes your cheeks lightly, “Wake up! It’s time to wake up, Windblume!” Venti whispers loudly while poking your cheeks repeatedly.

“Venti! It’s too early!” You whined, burying your face into his neck before throwing your arm over his shoulders to continue your sleep.

“What! It’s not that early!” Venti says, looking over at the clock on the wall to check what time it was. It was only seven o’clock in the morning! Oh. Venti felt you scoff into his neck, peeking up at him, squinting at him tiredly.

“Oh, yeah? Can you tell me what time it is right now?” You ask, resting your head on Venti’s shoulders while gazing up at him suspiciously.

Venti laughs nervously, “Uh… it is about to be eight in the morning soon!” Venti says slowly, looking at the clock from the corner of his eyes. “Well, within about less than an hour.” He quickly added.

You give Venti an incredulous look, “So you’re telling me that it’s only seven in the morning?!” You squeaked, eyes wide with disbelief. “Ooooh, Venti! You’re lucky that I love you!” You grumbled, laying back in his arms with a pout on your face.

“Does that mean you’re not mad at me for waking you up at the earliest time of the day?” Venti asks, his eyes lit up with happiness.

You pouted at Venti, “No, I’m not mad or upset with you for waking me up at the crack of dawn.” You sighed dramatically, rolling over to your back to stretch your limbs out with a yawn. “Only because I love you, and I am bound to you for eternity.” You poked his soft cheeks with your index finger.

“You’re stuck with me forever, baby!” Venti grins, his gaze falling onto the gold wedding ring around your left ring finger. You smiled and nodded your head, tilting your head up before pressing a kiss on Venti’s cheeks.

“I wouldn’t change it for the world. You and me, together for eternity.” You cooed, pecking his lips. Venti smiles widely and cups your face in his hands before peppering your face with endless kisses. You smiled and scrunched your face up, cuddling up against him with a sigh of contentment.

“I love you.” You said softly, lacing your fingers with Venti’s slim fingers while playing with the gold wedding band around his left ring finger. You are his, and he is yours, together for eternity.

Venti leaned down and pressed a kiss on your cheeks, “I love you more, Windblume.” Venti smiles, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

Both you and Venti decided to stay in bed for the next couple of hours, basking in each other’s presence, often trading kisses with one another while reminiscing how the two of you met. Once the clock strikes ten o’clock, you and Venti finally get out of bed to start your day with one another. You stood in the kitchen, cooking some breakfast for the two of you, when you felt someone walk up to you and snake their arms around your waist, pulling you flush against their chest. You rest your head against his chest, swaying in his arms.

“What’s for breakfast, Windblume?” Venti asks, resting his chin on your shoulders while massaging your waist, occasionally pressing kisses against your jaws.

You smiled and turned your head to press a kiss on his cheeks before turning back to the stove in front of you, “How do adventurer’s breakfast sandwich and pancakes sound to you?” You ask, cracking the eggs in the pan. Venti hums, snuggling up against you, pressing his body up against yours.

“Adventurer’s breakfast sandwich and pancakes sound delicious!” Venti grins, continuing to press more kisses on your face. “But do you want to know what’s way more delicious than an adventurer’s breakfast sandwich and pancakes?” Venti asks, gazing down at you innocently with a smile on his face.

You stopped what you were doing for a moment before looking back at Venti curiously, “Oh? And what would that be?” You ask. Venti smiles and takes the spatula away from your hands before placing it down on the plate.

“You are, Windblume!” Venti states, wrapping his arms around your waist before lifting you onto the kitchen counter. “You’re far more delicious than an adventurer’s breakfast sandwich and pancakes!” Venti breathes, pulling you to the edge of the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist before burying his face into the area where your neck and shoulders meet.

“Oh, my, Venti! What has gotten into you?” You joked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Venti doesn’t respond; instead, he starts to suck on your neck and collarbone lightly. “N-Not that I’m complaining, of course.” You gasped; your head tilted back to give Venti more room to kiss up your neck while sucking on the skin of your neck gently.

Venti chuckles against your neck, “Can you blame me? I just can’t get enough of my beautiful wife. You look so delicious; I just want to eat you up!” He jokes, pulling away from you with a cheeky grin on his face.

You brushed his bangs away from his face, “Then what’s stopping you, husband of mine?” You give him a sultry look. A mischievous look flashes across Venti’s face before he grabs onto your face, slamming his lips against yours. Your arms snake around his shoulders, pulling him closer to your body. Venti grinds his hardened cock against your cunt, sending shockwaves down your spine, eliciting a moan from you.

“You don’t know how crazy I am for you, Windblume.” Venti breathes, pressing his lips against yours once more. You moan softly, tangling your fingers in Venti’s soft hair while rubbing your pussy against the fabric of his pajama pants, feeling his stiff dick through his cotton pants. Venti pants against your mouth, gripping onto your waist tightly. “Archons, I need to be inside of you so badly.” Venti groans, nipping at your neck.

“Barbatos! I desperately need you to stuff me full with your cock.” You whined, tugging onto his hair. Just when you and Venti were about to be pantsless, the two of you smelt smoke lingering in the air.

You pulled away from Venti with a loud gasp, “The eggs! Oh, archons, not our breakfast!” You squealed, hopping off the kitchen counter to turn the stove off while Venti rushed to open the window in the kitchen to get rid of the smoke.

Using his powers, Venti fans out the smoke until the kitchen no longer has the scent of burnt eggs lingering in the air. Venti turns to you with a sheepish smile on his face, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks dusted pink. “Oops?” He laughs nervously. You chuckled and tossed the burnt egg into the trash bin before approaching Venti, throwing your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.

“You distracted me from cooking, mister!” You booped his nose with your index finger. “But it’s okay because the only distraction I’ll allow in my life is you.” You teased, standing on the tip of your toes to press a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m still horny, by the way,” Venti commented, lightly grinding his cock against your clothed cunt. You gasped softly and lightly slapped his shoulders, feeling your cheeks heat up from his proclamation and his actions.

“I am too, but we must have breakfast first!” You exclaimed, covering your flustered face with both of your hands. “As much as I would love to have you fill me up to the brim with your dick, I’m actually pretty hungry.” You laughed nervously, fumbling with your hands shyly.

“Oh! Then let’s make some breakfast; I wouldn’t want you to go the entire day on an empty stomach!” Venti says, approaching you to kiss your forehead.

Both you and Venti ended up cooking adventurer’s breakfast sandwich and pancakes with one another. From time to time, Venti’s lyre would materialize in his hands, and he will pluck a couple of strings or more to play some music as you cooked some breakfast. You placed the breakfast on the table for you and Venti while he placed the cutlery on the cloth napkin. You sat across from Venti and grabbed the cloth napkin, putting it on your lap before reaching for the cutlery to dig into your pancakes.

“What do you have planned for today, Windblume?” Venti asks, cutting into his pancakes before taking a bite out of the slice of pancakes.

You took a bite out of yours before chewing on the delicious pancakes you and Venti made together, “I don’t know! Today is my day off, so I’m thinking about exploring Mondstadt.” You said, swallowing the pancakes before reaching over to your glass cup of grape juice.

Venti’s eyes widen, “Today’s your day off!? Windblume, why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve postponed the performance in front of the Cathedral to spend time with you!” Venti whines, pouting at you cutely before shoving another slice of pancake into his mouth.

You smile at Venti, “Venti, it’s okay! The vacation was actually last minute. Hannah and her family are going away to Sumeru for a few days for business, and she offered to let me have a few days off of work while her family is away in another region.” You explained.

“So, does that mean you’re free for the next few days other than today?” Venti asks, reaching over to the maple syrup and pouring it over his pancakes. You nod your head in response, watching Venti wipe the dripping syrup from the bottle with the tip of his index finger before sucking on it. You snap yourself out of your daydream, feeling your face becoming hot.

“Yes, I will be free for the next few days until Hannah and her family return from Sumeru.” You said, looking away from Venti before brushing your hair away from your face.

Venti’s eyes lit up, “That’s great! It means I get to spend more time with you tomorrow!” Venti chirps happily before he continues to eat his breakfast that the two of you have cooked together. “It’s a shame that I can’t spend time with you in Mondstadt today, but at least I get to see your beautiful face every day!” Venti gives you a closed-eye smile before reaching over the table to pinch your cheeks lightly.

“Hey, maybe I’ll be able to stop by to see your performance!” You said, smiling at Venti before grabbing the hand he was pinching your cheek with, interlocking your fingers with his, and lightly squeezing his hands.

“Unfortunately, Windblume, I will be performing at Cat’s Tail for Diona and her patrons for today.” Venti laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Your eyes widen, “Honey! You’re allergic to cats!” You said softly, placing your fork and knife down on your plate.

Venti waves you off jokingly, “It’s okay, Windblume! I had an old friend of mine give me some allergy medications from Bubu Pharmacy. It’s right here!” He holds the bottle in his hands and lightly shakes it; the allergy medicine rattles in the container.

“Old friend? Is it this ‘blockhead’ person you have mentioned a few times when talking about your archon days?” You ask, gazing at your husband curiously with your head tilting to the side. Venti lets out a loud laugh before nodding his head and pocketing his allergy medicine. “He sounds like a nice man! I would like to meet your friend one day.” You said, smiling at your adorable husband.

“Hmmm, I think he would like you! Although, we wouldn’t want to make him the third wheel if the three of us hung out! We’ll need to find him a girlfriend.” Venti jokes. You stared at Venti, an idea popping up in your mind. Venti’s eyes widen, “Windblume! I was just kidding! I don’t think the old man would appreciate us setting him up on a blind date!” Venti laughs.

You pouted playfully, “Alright, alright, I won’t find him a girlfriend.” You grumbled under your breath before taking another bite out of your pancakes. “Mainly because I don’t want him to throw boulders at either of us.” You added.

“Oh, he won’t do that, Windblume!” Venti chuckles. “I hope,” Venti said under his breath, slicing his pancake before munching on it. You give Venti a look before finishing up your breakfast.

After fifteen minutes, the two of you were in the kitchen washing the plates and cutlery, occasionally singing to one another, lightly splashing each other with the water, and giving each other small kisses. Once the dishes were washed and dried, the two of you changed into your everyday clothes to get ready for the day out in Mondstadt.

“Since we’re both headed in the same direction, let me escort you to the gates of Mondstadt, my lady.” Venti bows dramatically before holding his hand out to you with a cheeky smile on his face.

You curtsied playfully before grabbing onto his hands, “Lead the way, kind sir.” You and Venti giggled before walking out of the front door of your shared house. While walking to Mondstadt, you and Venti would reminisce about the time Venti had asked you out on a date. He was a nervous wreck, shaking in his shoes with a bouquet of Cecilias in his hands, at your front door while adjusting his beret on his head. The way he looked at you with wide, anxious eyes, stumbling over his words, his cheeks bright red while swaying in his feet shyly.

“You were so cute and nervous!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to press your lips on his jaws.

“I’m a bit shocked to see that you remembered that day,” Venti says shyly, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful smile while keeping his other arm wrapped around your waist.

You laughed before pressing another kiss on his jaws. “Of course, I would remember that day, Venti! Like I said earlier, you were so cute and nervous that day! How could I forget about the precious memory that brought us to where we are now?” You said, a big smile appearing on your face.

“Ah, ah, ah! The precious memory that brought us together would be our engagement, Windblume.” Venti says, lifting your interlocked hands up to his lips, pressing his lips against the engagement ring and wedding ring on your left ring finger. “One of the most magical days of our lives,” Venti added, smiling down at you lovingly.

You nod your head, “Indeed it is.” You rest your head on Venti’s shoulders, lightly squeezing his hands while the two of you continue to walk to the front gate of Mondstadt. Even though it’ll only be a day, you don’t want to leave Venti behind while you go and explore Mondstadt. Technically, you’re not going to explore Mondstadt; you’re going to be taking a leisure walk around the beautiful City of Freedom. You let out a huff of breath; Venti looks down at you curiously.

“What’s got you huffing, Windblume?” Venti asks, squeezing your hand lightly to grab your attention.

You pouted, “I’m going to be taking a leisure walk around my husband’s city, but he isn’t going to be by my side. Instead, he’ll be entertaining the guests and cats at Cat’s Tail.” You murmured, closing your eyes while letting Venti guide you to Mondstadt.

“Hey, cheer up! While I won’t be able to take a leisure walk around the city with you, I can always do that with you for the next few days while you’re on vacation! Plus, we do live together, Windblume! Did you happen to forget about that?” Venti teases you, poking your cheeks with a teasing smile on his face.

“How can I forget about it when I wake up to see your handsome face every day.” You cooed, reaching up to pinch his cheeks with a catlike smile on your face. “Seeing you is the perfect way to start the day and end the day!” You added.

Venti pouts at you cutely, his cheeks bright red before breaking out in a huge grin, “Aw! Windblume! You’re making me blush!!” Venti squeals, releasing your hand to cover his red face behind his hands. “Seeing your face and being with you is the best way to start the day and end the day for me!” He states, throwing both of his arms around your shoulders before showering you in kisses.

“Aw! We’re here.” You whined, approaching the entrance of the city where the Knights of Favonious were standing. You turned to look at Venti with a small frown, tightening your grip around Venti’s hands. “Let’s not depart here! I will drop you off at Cat’s Tail before starting my leisure walk around Mondstadt!” You said.

Venti grins, “How cute! My Windblume doesn’t want to leave me!” He coos, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “Alright, if it would give you some comfort, then let’s do that!” Venti says, walking forward while pulling you along with him. Both you and Venti smiled and waved at Lawrence and Swan before walking further into the city. Cat’s Tail was a couple of steps ahead of where you and Venti stood. You stopped in your tracks, causing Venti to stop right beside you, looking down at you worriedly.

“Windblume?” Venti asks softly, cupping your face in his hands as he gazes down at you with his aqua-green eyes. “What’s wrong, precious? Cat got your tongue?” Venti teases you.

“Venti, stop! You’re going to miss you even more!” You laughed, jumping into his arms and burying your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. “You and your puns.” You said, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him with a smile.

“Hey, you love my puns!” Venti pokes your nose before kissing your forehead with a happy sigh.

“I do, and you love my puns too!” You said, tightening your hug around Venti’s waist, pressing a light kiss on his neck.

Venti giggles and nods his head; he rests his chin on your head, running his fingers through your hair before slowly pulling away from the hug. “Of course, I love your puns! You and I come up with the best puns that people are jealous they can’t come up with anything as clever as we do!” Venti grins widely.

Venti pulls you up the steps in the city, giving you a big smile. Standing in front of Cat’s Tail, Venti twirls you around and pulls you into his arms before dipping you backward. Venti grins down at you, and you smile up at him. He pulls you back up before pressing his lips against yours one last time before pulling away from the kiss.

“I will catch up with you on your walk after my performances!” Venti breathes, brushing your hair away from your face. “Hopefully, it won’t end too late because I want to spend some time admiring Mondstadt with the love of my life.”

“Don’t take too long! I might fall asleep while I wait for you to be finished with the performance.” You said, cupping his face in your hands. “You know where I’ll be, right?” You ask. Venti covers both of your hands by putting his hands on top of yours while nodding his head.

“That, I do! But you know….” Venti trails off, giving you a soft smile. “You can always stay to watch the performance too!” Venti suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oh? Can I? I thought the performance was for the patrons and the cats in the tavern!” You said, tapping on your chin, pretending to be deep within your thoughts.

“Of course! The performance is free for all! Especially for you, my muse!” Venti snakes his arms around your waist. “I will be dedicating many music and poetry to the love of my life, my muse, my wife, my one and only.” He twirls your hair in his index fingers.

You sigh dramatically, “As much as I would love to watch your performance at Cat’s Tail; unfortunately, I am also allergic to cats.” You said, pouting at your husband.

“Ah! I completely forgot about your allergies when it came to cats!” Venti says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Apologies, my love, it had completely slipped my mind.” He gives you a sad pout.

“No, no, no! No need to apologize for forgetting! After all, you didn’t see me around many cats, so it’s fine if you didn’t remember!” You said, pressing your forehead against his with your eyes closed. “No need to fret at all, my love.” You murmur, opening your eyes before pulling away from him.

Venti opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of the door of the tavern opening. Both you and Venti turned towards the direction of the entry of Cat’s Tail, only to see Diona strutting out of the tavern with her hands propped on her hips. She leans against the wooden railing of the pub, tapping her fingers on her hips, her tail swaying to the side, the look of slight irritation apparent on her face.

“Venti, we’re waiting for your performance! Especially the disgusting drunkards in the tavern.” Diona huffs, the tip of her tail flicking.

Venti laughs nervously, “I will be there in a jiffy! Give me a moment to bid my wife goodbye, and then I will be there in a moment!” Venti says; Diona huffs and turns around before walking back into the tavern while muttering under her breath about the Cat’s Tail customers. Venti turns to you and gives you a sympathetic smile, “Looks like I have to go now! I’ll see you very soon!” Venti says.

You nod your head, “Good luck with your performance, my love! I know you’ll do fantastic, as always! And remember to take the allergy medicine that Zhongli got for you!” You said. Venti’s eyes widen before he pulls the medicine container out from his pocket, pops the lid open, pulls out one tablet before tossing it into his mouth, and swallows the medication after drinking from the bottled water that you carry around with you.

“Thank you for reminding me, my love! I almost forgot about the medication!” Venti says, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead with a grateful smile on his face before handing the water bottle back to you. “I gotta go now, or else Diona and the patrons will start to get restless,” Venti says, leaning toward you to press one last kiss on your cheeks before running to the tavern. He turns around to wave at you as he goes, almost tripping up the stairs. You snorted and waved back at Venti, watching him enter the bar with his lyre appearing in his hands.

You turned around and walked away from Cat’s Tail, looking around the city and admiring the architecture of the buildings. Even though you’ve been to Mondstadt plenty of times and are a current resident of the beautiful region, you didn’t have the time to explore the city as much as you would like to. So, you have taken the initiative to explore the City of Freedom while you’re on vacation.

You stopped by the Cathedral and sat in admired the interior. It was nice to be in a Cathedral where many people go to pray and worship the anemo archon that is your husband. Looking around at the sisters of the church, you couldn’t help but ask yourself, “How committed are they to Barbatos? Are they as dedicated to him as I am to my husband?” You tucked your hair behind your ears with a silent huff of breath.

“Hello, there! Is there anything we can do to assist you?” Barbara, the deaconess, asks as she approaches you with two sisters following behind her, smiling at you sweetly.

You gave the young deaconess a smile and shook your head, “Hello, to answer your question, there isn’t anything that you need to assist me with! I’m just here to worship my hu— the anemo archon, Barbatos!” You cleared your throat, hoping the deaconess and the two sisters didn’t catch onto your slip up.

“Oh? Are you a new believer of Barbatos?” The blonde sister asks, looking at you curiously.

You shook your head, “I am not a new believer! I have been a believer in Barbatos for quite a while.” You answered, rubbing the back of your neck as you felt the heat rushing to your face. “I guess you can say that my love and admiration for Barbatos is quite strong. I worship him every day and dedicate my time to Barbatos every minute I can get.” You said, clearing your throat.

The brunette sister looks at you in surprise, “Oh? You dedicate your time to Barbatos?” She looks over at the blonde sister, who is shifting in her spot while adjusting her veil with a stiff smile on her face.

You nod your head in response, “That is correct! I dedicate my time to Barbatos every day! In the morning, the afternoon, and the evening!” You said proudly, smiling at Barbara and the two sisters at her side.

The blonde sister scoffs before crossing her arms over her chest, “That’s preposterous! If you were an avid follower of Barbatos, I would’ve seen you at the Cathedral daily! As a sister of the Cathedral, I have proven that I would give up everything for Barbatos himself!” She glares down at you.

You brushed her comment off, “We all worship the anemo archon differently, Jill. You may believe that your way of worshipping the anemo archon proves your dedication to the archon, but my way of worshipping the archon is far different than what you have in mind.” You said, getting up from the wooden bench. You looked down at your imaginary watch, “Ah, it seems like my presence is needed elsewhere. Have a good day, ladies.” You said, turning to leave the beautiful Cathedral.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around, looking at Jill right in the eyes. “When I see Barbatos, I will sing my praises to him. In fact, I sing my praises to him every day. I’ll also let him know that you said hi.” You said, letting your wedding and engagement ring sparkle under the lights, your eyes glowing purple along with your electro vision. Barbara, Jill, and the brunette sister (named Hannah) stared at you with wide eyes as you strutted down the aisle, your electro vision swaying with each step you took. Barbara chuckled and shook her head, continuing to walk around the Cathedral to check up on the visitors, with Jill and Hannah following behind.

“Who does she think she is?!” Jill scoffs, her face pinching up with disgust. “The audacity!” She huffs, stomping her foot on the glossy tile floor of the Cathedral.

You took a deep breath of fresh air and stood in front of the almost one-hundred-foot-tall statue of your husband. You shielded your eyes from the sun and stared up at the beautiful statue of your beloved. The Cathedral was the last place you stopped at after exploring the beautiful city that is Mondstadt. An idea pops up in your mind almost instantly. Since you have yet to see Venti, you have decided to sit and wait for Venti in the hands of the anemo archon himself. You looked around your surroundings to make sure that there wasn’t anyone around to witness what you were about to do aside from Aramis and Otto.

Aramis was walking in front of the Cathedral, making sure that there weren’t any troublemakers, whereas Otto stood in front of the entrance of the Cathedral. The two seemed focused on their job, so they’ll most likely not notice what you were about to do. You stood in front of the statue and held your hand out in front of you, closing your eyes as a ball of electro started forming in your hands. You opened your eyes and let the electro ball drop to the ground; a purple gateway opened up in front of you before you stepped into the portal. The portal opens up, and you step out of it; it closes behind you as you sit down on the anemo archon’s hands. You looked out into the scenery, in awe of the sight in front of you.

“Wow, the view is beautiful up here!” You gasped, pulling your legs up to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. You closed your eyes and let the breeze cool you down. You couldn’t help but feel sad, thinking about your husband performing at Cat’s Tail and you not being able to watch him do what he loves. Even though it was a simple wind that was cooling you down from the excessive heat of the sun, you couldn’t help but assume that he was doing it to let you know that he was by your side at all times, even if he was not right next to you. Feeling your eyelids grow heavy, you covered your mouth and yawned, slowly laying down on Barbatos’ hands. You curled up into a little ball and closed your eyes.

“Maybe a short little nap wouldn’t hurt.” You said to yourself, resting your head on your left biceps and adjusting yourself to get into a comfortable position before slowly drifting off to sleep in the hands of the anemo archon.

You jolted awake to the feeling of someone poking your cheeks while staring down at you. You cracked your eyes opened and rubbed your eyes, groggy from the nap you had taken while waiting for your husband. You hear a soft giggle; you slowly look up and see your husband kneeling in front of you, his arms caging you in.

“Good afternoon, beautiful! Did you sleep well?” Venti coos, lifting his right hand to stroke your cheeks with an endearing smile on his face.

You mumbled and slowly nodded your head, “Yeah, I slept well.” You said, looking around to see that the sun was still up, only it was maybe, four in the afternoon. You slowly sat up; Venti pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head with a smile on his face. “How long was I asleep for?” You ask, scratching your head with your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I believe three hours! I finished performing and went searching for you! Although I couldn’t find out at first, then I saw a familiar figure napping in the hands of the anemo archon!” Venti says, tapping on his chin playfully.

Your eyes widen, “Three hours!? I thought it was a short nap, but apparently, it was even longer than that!” You gasped. You felt your nose beginning to itch before letting out a sneeze. You rubbed your eyes and slowly pulled away from Venti, only to see that he was covered in cat fur.

“Ehe, oops! Sorry about that, Windblume! I’ll wash the fur out of my clothes when we get home.” Venti says, brushing the fur from his clothes while attempting to blow it away with a gust of wind, only to fail. “So! Care to explain why you were at the Cathedral? Well, more importantly, why have you decided to take a nap on the statue’s hands?” Venti wiggles his eyebrows at you, leaning back on his hands while gazing at you with curiosity.

“Well, I wanted to worship the anemo archon! Wouldn’t it be rude of me to stay in the City of Freedom and not drop by the Cathedral to worship the archon?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh? And how might you worship the anemo archon, hmm? I’m curious!” Venti says, leaning forward, looking at you with interest.

You pout, “Better than sister Jill, that’s for sure!” You huffed, turning your head away with your nose sticking in the air.

Venti’s eyes widen, and he tilts his head to the side, “Oh? Did something happen between you and sister Jill?” Venti asks, scooting closer to where you sat.

“She had nothing but the audacity to say that she is Barbatos’ most avid follower by becoming a sister of the Cathedral.” You rolled your eyes, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulders. “All she does is pray all day to the anemo archon. My way of worshipping the anemo archon is something she will never do because she can’t, and only I can do it!” You scowled, face pinching up with irritation.

Venti looks down at you with interest, “Oh? And how do you worship the anemo archon?” Venti asks, running his fingers through your hair. You think for a moment and stroke your chin, thinking about what you do to worship the beloved anemo archon that is your husband. Other than cooking the man food, showering him with kisses and affection, and learning how to play the lyre with your husband, what else do you do to worship the archon that Jill cannot do at all? An idea pops up in your mind. You pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from smiling widely at the thought.

“Well, I give the archon an offering to show my devotion to the anemo archon, Barbatos!” You said, looking up at Venti.

Venti blinks at you, “An offering, you say!” Venti exclaims. You nodded your head happily in response, thrilled to see what his reaction would be if you were to tell him about the offering. “And what kind of offers do you give to the beloved anemo archon? I must know!” Venti says, his eyes lighting up with excitement and curiosity.

“Well, I offer the anemo archon food, apples, a box of dandelion wine, love, affection, praises, and….” You trailed off, twirling your hair with your pointer finger, looking away from your husband, your cheeks turning bright red.

Venti leans in close to your face, “And?” He asks, gazing at you expectantly.

“I also offer the anemo archon my body.” You said, continuing to look away from him, face now red and hot.

Venti’s eyes widen, his face flushing red almost immediately. “You offer your body to the anemo archon?” He squeaks, feeling something stir inside of his lower stomach. Venti swallows the forming lump in his throat when you nod your head in response to his question. Venti couldn’t help but think back to the situation that had happened earlier this morning.

“Yes, yes, I do! But not only that, but I worship the grounds my archon walks on, and I also worship not only him but his body as well.” You giggled as Venti began to stutter, his face heating up while feeling painfully aroused.

Venti laughed shyly and grabbed onto your hands, “Well, do you mind showing the anemo archon how you offer yourself to him?” Venti asks, squeezing your hands while gazing at you with lust in his eyes.

You squeezed his hands back, smiled at him, and nodded your head, “I would be delighted to, my love.” You paused for a moment. “Or should I say, Lord Barbatos?” You raised your eyebrow at your husband, the corners of your lips quirking up into a faint smirk. Venti scrambles up to his feet, pulling you up with him before yanking you to his chest and jumping off the hands of the anemo archon statue. You felt your stomach drop from the fall; you held onto him tightly and buried your face into his chest, holding back a squeal of fear. Instead of walking back to your and Venti’s shared house, Venti sprinted to the nearest waypoint while carrying you bridal style in his arms.

“As much as I know that you enjoy our walks back to the house, I believe that I cannot wait any longer.” Venti panted, tightening his grip around your waist. Venti reaches the nearest waypoint, and the two of you are immediately taken to the front of your and Venti’s shared house on top of a steep hill in Mondstadt. Venti kicks the front door open, startling you.

“Venti! You could’ve used the house key to unlock the door!” You squeaked; you buried your face into his chest when you saw the way he looked at you. Not going to lie; as much as you wanted to be angry at Venti for kicking down the front door, you couldn’t help but feel aroused when he kicked the door open.

Venti gives you an apologetic smile, “I know, my love, but I’m too impatient to use the key right now.” Venti says. He kicks the door closed behind him before marching to your shared bedrooms. You can hear the sound of your heart thudding against your chest, getting louder with each step he takes towards your shared room. Venti drops you on the bed before saying, “Strip.” He orders. You looked at Venti with wide eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be the one to strip for me? After all, I am going to be worshipping the anemo archon.” You said, propping yourself up on the bed with your elbows, giving Venti a look.

Venti giggles, “As much as I would love for you to worship my body, I would like to see you demonstrate your little offering.” Venti says, beginning to take his clothes off one by one before standing in front of you in nothing but his boxers.

You sighed and knelt on the soft mattress, “Alright, as you command, Lord Barbatos.” You said, stripping yourself slowly to tease him. Clicking his tongue, Venti grabs you by the waist and pulls you forward. You squealed and pressed your hand up against his bare chest, looking at him with wide eyes. Venti ignores your stare and starts ripping your clothes off your body, tossing them behind him and letting them land on a pile of his discarded clothing and accessories.

Venti backs away from you, his eyes roaming your naked body with lust and hunger. He licks his lips before smirking, “Now, care to demonstrate?” Venti asks, his head tilting to the side while biting his bottom lip. You gladly got on the bed on all fours, letting your upper body rest on the bed, your back arching, your ass, and your cunt on full display.

“I would gladly pour wine on my body for you to lick it off my body, but that would stain the bed.” You said. “But for now, this is your offering, Lord Barbatos.” You said, shaking your bare ass and cunt in his direction.

Venti snorted and shook his head as he approached the bed, feeling his dick hardening at the sight in front of him. Venti’s nimble fingers trail up your calves and up the back of your thighs. Venti gives your plush thighs a squeeze before reaching down to your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. Venti knelt in front of your dripping cunt and licked his lips at the sight in front of him. Before you could ask him what he was doing, Venti grabbed your thighs and buried his face into your sopping wet pussy, licking and slurping up your juices like he hadn’t eaten anything in forever.

You felt your breath gets caught in your throat, your head falling against the bed, your thighs shaking from the immense pleasure you were feeling. You let out a string of moans as Venti buries his face further into your pussy, occasionally sucking on your clit, causing you to tense up and let out a squeal.

“Oh, fuck, Barbatos!” You whined, spreading your legs wider for the anemo archon behind you. “I’m the one that’s supposed to be worshipping you and your body! Not the other way around!” You breathed, taking a peek at your husband.

Venti pulls away from your pussy and licks his lips before giving you a cheeky grin, “What? Can’t an archon enjoy his delicious offering?” He lightly taps your ass before hooking his thumbs beneath the band of his underwear.

You turned around to lay your back on the bed, eyes trained on Venti. Venti gives you a smile before letting his underwear pool around his ankles, his cock springing up and smacking against his lower abdomen. The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum, dripping down to the base of his shaft. You licked your lips and gestured for him to get closer while sitting up on the bed. Venti stood in front of you, his dick pointing in your direction. You reached out and grabbed the base of his penis and began to pump his dick. Venti’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his cock hardened the more you continued to stroke his dick. You lean forward and press your lips against the bulbous tip of his cock, licking the slit and licking up his pre-cum. Venti’s hands shot to your hair, his head thrown back, biting on his lips.

“Damn, baby.” Venti groans, thrusting his cock into your mouth. You pulled Venti’s dick out of your mouth and gave him a look, continuing to stroke his cock in your hands.

“Let me worship you, Lord Barbatos. I’ll show you that I’m the most devoted follower and wife of the anemo archon.” You breathed, gently squeezing his cock with each stroke.

Venti nods his head, “Alright, alright!” He quickly crawls onto the bed and lays flat on his back. You smile triumphantly before kneeling between his legs, stroking his cock while pressing kisses down his neck, collarbone, chest, and abdomen. Each part of Venti was beautiful and flawless; not a single scar decorated his body. You lean up to his neck, beginning to suck on his neck while quickening your pace. Venti tangles his fingers into your hair, groans, and whines, leaving his mouth with each stroke.

“Dear archons, [Y/N]!” Venti gasps, his back arching while thrusting his hips in the air, hoping it’ll relieve the tension he was feeling in his cock. He was painfully hard, and he was going crazy. If you don’t let him plunge his cock inside of you anytime soon, he is going to lose his sanity. “Baby, please, let me make love to you already!” Venti whines. You chuckled and continued to pump his cock in your hands before pulling away from his neck, which is now littered with love bites.

“But Lord Barbatos! I’m still worshipping you and your body!” You pouted at him playfully, never ceasing your actions. “Wouldn’t it be rude if the process was interrupted?” You teased, lightly squeezing his balls, causing the man before you to choke.

Venti runs his hands through his hair, “Baby, as much as I would love for you to worship me and my body, I am painfully horny right now, and I really need to be inside of you before I lose control of myself.”

You laughed and took your hands off Venti’s rock-hard cock; the tip of his dick was red and throbbing. It looked almost painful. Venti shakily got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, putting you on all fours. You arched your back and spread your legs, resting your breasts on the pillow.

“You know, I always worship the anemo archon on my knees.” You said, looking back at Venti with a wink.

Venti cracks a smile and leans over to you, pressing a kiss on your lips before positioning the mushroom tip of his cock in front of your pussy. Venti rubs the tip of his penis against your labia, coating the tip and base of his cock with your slick. You bit your lips and closed your eyes, waiting for Venti to insert his cock into your awaiting cunt. A few minutes later, you feel the bulbous tip of Venti’s cock entering your heat, your mouth ajar, a soft gasp leaving your mouth, your forehead pressed against the mattress.

Venti lets out a deep groan, biting down on his lips as he lets his cock sink into the warmth of your cunt. The soft spongey walls of your cunt engulf his throbbing member whole, eagerly sucking him in the more he enters further into your warm cunt. Venti dug his nails into your waist before resting his sweaty forehead against your back. Venti slowly gets off of you before wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead.

“I’m going to start now. Is that okay with you?” Venti asks, patting your ass cheeks lightly. Oh, Venti, always the gentleman. No matter how much the anemo archon wants to plow his cock into your warm vagina, he always makes sure that you are okay before continuing with what he desires to do.

You whimpered and turned to look at him over your shoulders, “You can start now, Barbatos.” You said, your arms beginning to shake beneath you. Venti gives you an affectionate squeeze on the ass before starting to thrust his cock inside of you. He pulls your waist back, your ass pressing up against his front while falling into a steady rhythm with each thrust. You spread your legs and lifted your hands up, rubbing your engorged clit; your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck, Barbatos!” You gasped; Venti stopped thrusting before pulling his cock out from you. You whined and looked at Venti with a look of betrayal on your face. “Why’d you pull out!?” You whined. Venti doesn’t respond to your whines before flipping you over on your back; you feel dizzy and rub your eyes before looking up at Venti, who is now towering over you.

“Apologies, my beautiful wife. I just wanted to see that pretty face of yours as I rearrange your organs.” Venti says, fixing your disheveled hair with a smile on his face.

You feel your face heat up, smiling up at Venti shyly. Venti leans down and presses his lips against yours before aligning the tip of his penis in front of your entrance before entering your cunt. You and Venti let out a groan; Venti rests his head on your shoulders, wrapping your legs around his slim waist, letting him sink balls deep inside of your cunt.

You ran your fingers through Venti’s hair, panting and burying your face into his chest. Venti kisses the side of your head before plunging his cock in and out of your cunt. Your head falls back onto the pillow beneath your head, your vision briefly turning white when the tip of Venti’s dick hits your cervix.

“Oh, fuck! Barbatos! Right there, right there!” You squealed, your nails digging into his back. You rubbed your swollen cunt against Venti’s pubic bone, and a shockwave of pleasure shot up your body, causing you to gasp and shake in his arms. “Fuck.” You breathed, biting on your bottom lip so hard that your teeth left an indent on your skin.

Venti leans his face close to yours, whispering, “You like that princess?” Venti hums, pressing a kiss on the side of your head before giving one deep thrust that left you squirming in his arms, letting out a sound that was a mix of a choked gasp and a squeal. Your back arches and your chest is pressing up against Venti’s chest. Venti leans down and latches his lips onto your left nipple and begins sucking on it while swirling his tongue over your pert nipple. Venti has an iron grip on you. Venti slowly pulls his cock out from your cunt, leaving only the mushroom tip of his dick inside of you.

“What do you say when you’re worshipping the anemo archon?” He asks, brushing the strands of hair that were sticking to your sweaty forehead.

“Praise the anemo archon, Barbatos!” You whimpered. A smirk appears on Venti’s face before he slams his cock back into you. You let out a loud wail, digging your nails into Venti’s back, torso lifted off the bed in pleasure. “Please, Barbatos! Please accept my offering.” You whimpered, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, tightening your legs around your husband’s waist.

“I accept your offering, my love. I wouldn’t want anyone else’s offering unless it's you.” Venti coos, pressing his lips against yours before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You deepened the kiss, tangled your fingers in Venti’s soft hair, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrust halfway. You whined and broke the kiss, giving Venti a pleading look, gently tugging at his dark blue hair.

“Oh? Do you want me to go faster?” Venti asks nonchalantly, tilting his head to the side before slowing down his thrusts.

You nod your head, “Please go faster, Lord Barbatos! I have offered myself to you as an offering. Please use me to your advantage! I’m all yours, Barbatos! Yours and only yours!” You pleaded, gazing up at your husband with teary doe-like eyes.

Something stirred deep inside Venti; he felt his cock harden at the sound of your words and your tearful gaze. Venti grabs both of your ankles before raising them up in the air, folding you in half. Both of your thighs pressing up against your chest, your calves and ankles above your head, your dripping and stuffed cunt on full display for the man above you. You gasped when you saw a bulge on your lower abdomen, poking it with your shaky hands.

“Prepare yourself, gorgeous.” Venti giggles, lightly poking your nose with his fingers and pressing a kiss on your forehead. Before you could ask Venti what he meant, Venti tightened his grip on your ankles before plowing into your cunt with vigorous speed. You almost shot up to the headboard of the bed from Venti’s sudden harsh thrusts. You try to hold back your yelps, whines, moans, and gaps by covering your mouth with both of your hands. Venti gives you a disapproving look before grabbing both of your hands with his right hand and pulling them down.

“Don’t cover up your song of worship, Windblume! Let the entire world know who you’re worshipping and who is causing you to sing at the top of your lungs!” Venti grunts, thrusting to each word. “Sing to Celestia, my love!” He bites your shoulders, pistoning his cock into your sopping wet cunt with vigor.

You feel your lower abdomen beginning to tighten, a loud wail and sob escaping from you each time Venti’s cock kisses your cervix. Each time the tip of Venti’s cock struck your cervix, your vision would turn white for a brief period of time. Venti’s thrusts were beginning to get sloppy as he was nearing his end, a tight coil forming in both your and Venti’s lower abdomen.

Venti slams his lips against yours before cumming deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with thick ropes of his cum. The tight coil in your lower abdomen snaps, and your cunt squeezes Venti’s cock, milking Venti’s cock, covering his member with your cum. Venti collapses beside you, slowly pulling out his softened cock out of your cum filled pussy. You winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness, feeling your and Venti’s mixed cum oozing out of your sullied cunt. The sound of you and Venti breathing heavily fills the bedroom, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the air while Venti pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss on your head.

“This is the best offering any archon could get!” Venti jokes; you snorted and shook your head, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks.

“The only archon that deserves this type of offering is you, my love.” You said, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheeks. “And the only person that should be offering their body to you is me, who is also your wife!” You huffed, tightening your arms around his waist before laying your head on his chest.

“Of course! I wouldn’t accept anyone else’s offering if they weren’t you, my precious Windblume!” Venti says, kissing your cheeks while brushing your damp hair from your sweaty forehead. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Venti leans down and lightly sucks on your neck. You moaned softly, running your fingers through Venti’s hair, feeling yourself becoming wet again. Venti rolls over on top of you, caging you with his arms. You felt Venti’s dick rubbing against your vagina; you looked at Venti with wide eyes, who smiled at you sheepishly. You looked over at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was late evening.

“You did say that you’re my offering and how I can use you to my advantage.” Venti teases you, rubbing his now hardening cock against your labia. “How does round two sound to you?” Venti asks, peppering your face with kisses.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, “I’m all yours, baby.” You whisper into his ears, nibbling on his earlobe. Venti groans before sinking back into the warmth of your cunt, your head falls back onto the pillow beneath you, succumbing to the wave of pleasure.

A few days later, sister Jill collapses in the pews. It was finally the end of the day, and she was ready to retreat back to her home. Jill couldn’t get the interaction between her and this so-called “devoted” follower of Lord Barbatos out of her mind. Jill lets out a disgusted scoff to herself before getting up from the pews and bidding the other sisters goodbye before walking towards the entrance of the Cathedral.

“That woman has the audacity to say that she’s the most loyal follower of the anemo archon? How preposterous! She hasn’t even shown up to the Cathedral to worship Lord Barbatos!” Jill scowls to herself, grabbing onto the door handles of the cathedral before opening the door. Jill steps out of the Cathedral, breathing in the fresh air of Mondstadt, closing her eyes with contentment.

“Finally, some peace from a so-called devoted follower of Lord Barbatos! What a joke.” Jill thinks to herself, walking down the steps of the Cathedral before bidding Otto goodbye with a smile and a wave. The soft sound of kisses and giggles fills Jill’s ears. Jill came to a complete stop and strained her ears to listen to the sound closely. She hears the same soft sound once again coming from the very front of the Cathedral but off to the side. Jill slowly crept towards the area where the sound was coming from and peeked from the corner. Her eyes widen before letting out a choked gasp.

What Jill had witnessed in front of her was you— the so-called devoted follower of Lord Barbatos, and the anemo archon himself, sucking each other’s faces. You were sitting in the archon’s lap, tangling your fingers in his hair while kissing Lord Barbato’s lips. As for Lord Barbatos, he was wearing his archon attire; his slim arm snaked around your waist while his right hand was caressing the back of your head. The anemo archon pulls away from your lips before kissing your temples.

You and Venti looked away from one another, glancing over the direction where the choked gasp came from. You and Venti made eye contact with sister Jill, who was white as a ghost. She pointed at the both of you, her mouth agape like a fish out of water, her body trembling after what she had witnessed. Not only were you a devoted follower of the anemo archon, but you’re also his wife! Jill’s vision suddenly goes black. You gasped and watched the sister faint in front of your very eyes before glancing over at Venti, alarmed.

“Should we go and help her!?” You ask, tightening your grip around your husband’s waist.

Venti shrugs before getting up from where he sat, his arms remaining around your waist. “That’s the sisters and deaconess’ problem to handle! I believe that you and I have an unfinished business to attend to!” Venti smiles down at you cheekily before sliding his hands down to the globes of your ass, squeezing them.

“Oh? It seems like we do have some unfinished business to attend to!” You said, tapping on your chin before throwing your arms around his shoulders and planting a kiss on his lips. The two of you were able to leave the scene before Barbara and Hannah discovered an unconscious sister Jill at the front of the Cathedral.

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feliciasharpclaws · 7 months

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✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

call it what you want | a. leclerc

arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc!

faceclaim: lola tung

a/n: hi :) english is not my first language, it's actually spanish, so there are most likely spelling errors. also, this was completly rewritten, i had already posted another 2 parts of basically the same story but i never wrote the part 3. so i rewrite it and i really hope you like it.

warnings: spelling mistakes, intentional lowercase

a while ago, adeline summers was the darling of the silver screen, adored and admired by fans all across the globe. however, her blissful stardom crashed down like a castle of cards when she ended things with her popular boyfriend, who was also an actor. she was soon the subject of crude internet drama and hated by all faces of social media. driven to despair by the constant hate and backlash, she decided to take a break from the spotlight. she slipped away unnoticed one night, leaving behind the world of glam and paparazzi, to find peace and solace in the unseen corners of the world. adeline found herself in monaco, a warm haven tucked away from the hustle-bustle. she spent her days strolling along the coastline, reading books, avoiding any forms of media, and getting lost in the magnificence of the endless azure. she was healing, slowly perhaps, but surely.

one afternoon, while she was quietly sitting on a park bench, a guy approached her. dressed in casual attire, there was a serenity about him that immediately caught adeline's attention. the guy, who introduced himself as arthur, was also escaping the prying eyes of society. arthur was a formula 2 driver, whose love-life had become a free-for-all, as his relationship with his current ex-girlfriend had ended on bad terms. burnt out by the media's relentless scrutiny and rumor-mongering, he found solace in solitude, just like adeline. it was refreshing for both of them to find someone who understood their plight.

after a few friendly encounters in monaco, arthur suggested that they take a spontaneous trip to lake como in italy. hesitant at first, adeline finally agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to further escape the social storm back home. as they spent time on the serene shores of lake como, away from the world's view, mutual comfort turned into attraction and eventually into a deep affection. they found solace in each other's arms, their simultaneous heartbreaks healing in sync. days that started with watching sunrises over the lake and ended with the sharing of deepest secrets under the moonlight were etched in their hearts.

together, they indulged in italy, taking boat rides, picnicking amidst the lush grapevines, and sipping wine as the sun kissed the horizon. it seemed both were meant to meet, meant to heal, meant to fall in love, at a time when they despised the world the most but needed companionship the most. months passed, and the internet could only speculate about adeline's whereabouts. little did they know she was no longer the same woman. she was in love, completely head over heels, in love with a guy who knew her for who she was, not the superstar she was painted to be.

adeline and arthur decided to try the public life once again, but this time united. with a bizarre twist of fate, the same public, who once hated them, welcomed them back warmly. the internet which had once been a cause of their isolation, now flooded with wishes and love, celebrating the very bond they despised before. after all, adeline had found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unexpected guy, but at the perfect time. it was her disappearance that led her to find true love and acceptance. it wasn't an easy ride, but it was worth it. the american actress, who was once hated, made a spectacular comeback, not alone, but with the love of her life by her side.

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reokurokami · 2 months

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Sk8r boi.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x Fem! Reader.

Your skateboarding lesson ended up being more than just that.

Tags: romantic fluff, Kanata is soft and protective.

🛹 - Dedicated to my dear Kanata lovers @koumeowkami @ahskp and @kanyata 💜 I hope you guys like this.

Light dyed in a myriad of lilac and mauve follows you around as you rush towards the beaten up sofa of his apartment.

Had this been anyone else, he would have rolled around and kept sleeping.

But the lavender infinity in his gaze found its horizon always in you.

No matter how much he pouted or grumbled, “no” wasn’t a word that existed in his vocabulary when it came to you.

Your hand reaches out, gently shaking his shoulder, his worn skateboard rattling against the floor as you try to wake your boyfriend.

A groan escapes his lips.

You giggle, expression tender as you observe his frown and scrunched up nose.

Lashes seemingly threaded of moonlight rest against his pale cheekbones.

To you, he had always been an angel, troubled by the gravity that mercilessly made him plummet on this cold, twisted world.

But you were always there to break his fall.

“Kanata!” You call, kneeling beside his sleeping figure. “Wake up, it’s evening already!”

Another groan, followed by his arm unconsciously wrapping around your shoulders.

“ ‘S too early…” He mumbles, tightening his hold on you.

You chuckle. Your boyfriend was always too adorable when he was sleepy. His clinginess for you showed, and you loved it a little too much.

“Kanata… You’re squishing me…” You laugh, muffled by his hold. “It’s evening now, look, look, the sun is already setting!”

“It’s too cold.” He replies, curling up closer by your side.

“Please?” You pout, playfully, resting your forehead against his, your hand finding his own.

You can hear him sigh, those violet eyes you loved so much finally catching the rosy daylight of sundown.

“You want something, don’t you?” Kanata questions, knowingly, resting his hand on top of your head, softly ruffling your hair.

“Pretty please?” You confirm, showing him his skateboard.

“You want to go skateboarding now? You don’t even know how…” Kanata’s voice is slightly hoarse from sleep, hair tousled as he rests his cheek on his palm.

“That’s the point! I want to learn and I want you to teach me.” You insist.

Despite the determination in your tone, your lover purses his lips.

He remembers the bruises that used to litter his body when he got on a skateboard for the first time.

Black and blue is not a combination he’d like to see imprinted on your skin.

“You’ll fall.” Comes Kanata’s deadpan expression.

I can’t bear to see you get hurt. Are the words he made his heart keep silent.

You whine, tugging on his hand, an indication you want him to get up.

“I’ll be okay! Kanata, you’ll be with me…”

He finally sits up, and there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes when he next lays them on you.

To you, having him by your side equals being safe. How could someone like him be so lucky to find your light when his world was dimming?

“Tsk, fine…” Your boyfriend agrees, finally, as you squeal and wrap your arms around him.

It’s worth it, if you are going to look this happy, he supposes.

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“D-don’t let go…” You utter, trembling, as you attempt to keep your balance, body stiff, arms stretched out.

Faint beams of sun filter in between the old buildings, akin to strings holding you together as you try not to fall.

“Don’t be silly, of course I’m not letting you go.” Kanata assures you, while his hands are positioned on your waist.

Gaze averted, his face burns; he’s cuddled with you endless times, why is holding you like this flustering him so much?

He sighs, extending a hand towards you instead.

“Let’s try it from another side.” He suggests.

Both of his hands clutch yours firmly, yet with enough gentleness that if you wanted so, you could easily pull away.

With him, it feels safe. And even if you were to topple over, you know you’d find his arms already stretched out to catch you.

“O-okay… I think I got this…”

As much as you’re struggling to only propel yourself a few centimeters and with his help, Kanata can’t help but linger for a little on the thought of how cute you look right now.

Your hands grab onto his tightly, as if he was your lifeline, which right now, (and always) he pretty much is.

“Alright, good, now, push against the floor with your other foot and then put it back up on the board.” Your boyfriend instructs, one of his hands still in yours, while the other hovers nearby.

“Like this- Woah!” Is everything you have time to articulate before you’re bracing yourself for impact, your balance lost in an instant.

Except you land against something softer than you had expected.

Someone.

“I got you.” The voice you loved to hear in angsty lyrics or in the gilded first light of a new day reassures. “I told you I wouldn’t let you go.”

From your position, leaning on his chest, you stare up at him, the relief of finding his embrace instead of harsh concrete, palpable in your features.

You know you’re staring.

You can’t look away.

Your eyes are fixated on Kanata, and yet, you could swear you’re looking at a piece of twilight skies descended just for you.

Strands of silver hair mirroring the purple heaven above sway with the dusk breeze around his shoulders, eyelashes of the same color framing eyes that look at you with equal parts affection and concern.

That gaze of his.

It had always been your weakness; hyacinth petals aflutter amidst a snowy night. So many words hidden in it. He was always better at actions, after all.

Suddenly, his grip tightens around your arms, pulling you upright.

In the silence shared between you and the setting sun, Kanata’s focus is solely on you. A wave of relief washes over him when he makes sure no bruises marr your exposed knees.

“Why did you decide to wear that to come skateboarding?” He grumbles, glancing in the direction of your plaid skirt. “I mean it’s cute- No that’s-“ He lets out a sigh. “You could have easily gotten hurt.” He finally manages, cheeks the same shade dried rose petals stained the pages of a priced diary.

Your hands reach out to cradle his cheeks, gently brushing a few stray lilac locks away from his eyes.

“I knew I’d be safe with you here, Kanata.” Is the soft utterance you confess to reassure him, right as your lips softly brush his.

When you part, you feel a force pulling you against your lover’s chest again, the lips you had just grazed now chasing after you fervently.

You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, the desperation spelled in his every touch known by heart to you at this point.

You’d need way more skateboarding lessons, Kanata thinks, as one of his hands cups the back of your head, his sharper canines slightly nibbling on your lower lip.

And if this is how all of them end up, he’ll take his time teaching you.

For now, though, he’ll just let himself smile into the sweetness of you.

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miercoooles · 10 months

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Summary: Everything is all set with the first snowfall coming around, now all you need is your husband to come home.

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cursing, angst if you squint (I think?), teeth-rotting fluff (hopefully), strangers to lovers (kinda) bee- cause why not hehe, and Seb being adorable >:(

A/N: I know I said this was meant to be out on Seb’s birthday but I got caught up with college work and got lazy, so I apologise to those who waited. This is not proof read or beta read (so advance apologies for the terrible writing).

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

December finally came around Switzerland, and you were currently residing on the couch, holding a mug of hot chocolate as you tuned in on the television listening to the weather news report. When you heard the announcer mention that the first snowfall will be seen sometime this week, the corner of your lips curled upwards, forming a grin as you squealed like a little kid getting candy.

While others dreaded the coming of winter and its sub-zero temperature, it was no secret to anyone that knew you that it is your favourite season. From its white snow covering the houses and streets that allows you to make snowmans and snow angels to the Christmas lights that brightened up the long, pitch black, endless nights, to the cold weather that makes it absolutely perfect for cuddling.

Now all you needed to make everything complete was for your husband to return to your arms. Actually when you first met your now husband, it was like a usual cliché love story.

You were ordered by your boss to fly all the way to the Netherlands for an official work trip. Or well that was what you were supposed to be doing when you arrived in Amsterdam until the client you were supposed to meet up with ditched you.

Now here you are miles away from your hometown, lost in a whole new foreign land with only a fair amount of pocket money and few changes of clothes.

You staggered along the streets, your phone in your hand as you made your way to the busy and crowded area trying to find the hotel your office booked for you while on the said trip.

Looking back on your phone, you sighed as you followed the directions on Google Maps. But after a few more minutes of this wild goose chase, you gave up and sat on a bench somewhere. Leaning your head on the bench, you rubbed your eyes, completely exhausted and jetlagged from the flight.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the setting sun slowly descend towards the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the vast expanse of the sky. The sky transformed into a canvas of vivid colours, blending shades of orange, pink, and purple, creating a breathtaking display that captured your heart and soul.

You exhaled heavily, getting up from where you were seated as you carried on your venture to seek for your hotel. Turning on your phone, you followed the nearest route shown on the screen.

“You’ve arrived at your destination.”

Your ears perked up as soon as you heard those words. But the moment you looked up, the excitement you regained dissipated in a blink of an eye as you wince at the sight of the hotel. While you expected a cosy hotel that exuded an immediate sense of warmth and comfort, that would create an ambiance that felt like a home away from home, instead you were greeted by an odd and peculiar hotel that stood in stark contrast to its surroundings, defying conventional architecture and exuding an aura of eccentricity.

And as if the world knew your reluctance to step in, rain began to come down from the sky.

“Just my luck! Don’t tell me it can get any worse than this, right?” You groaned to no one in particular, your things starting to get soaked from the pouring water.

But like jinxing yourself as you said those words, it did in fact get much worse because when you went up the steps and tried opening the front doors, it was shut tight.

You kicked the door out of frustration before remembering that your things might be wet. Grabbing your luggage, you carried it up and placed it under the portico of the hotel before sitting on one of the steps, letting your skin seep the rain.

A few moments have passed and your body started shivering from the cold. You placed your arms on your thighs as you buried your face on your shaking hands, trying your best to warm yourself up.

“Stupid boss sending me on this stupid business trip. Fuck me!”

“You know you shouldn’t say that out loud when you’re alone in the dimly lit part of this street.” A voice suddenly piped up, making you jump from where you were seated, your hand holding your chest as you felt your heart race.

You quickly whipped your head to where the sound came from and you saw a man with a messy, short light brown hair and blue eyes that was sparkling even in the darkness. He had a stubble growing on across his defined jaw that made him look mature.

“Don’t do that! Are you trying to kill me?” You sneered at the man who was holding back his laughter.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I saw you as I was walking past and I heard you say that, so I just wanted to warn you…”, he explained, looking genuinely sorry for his sudden appearance.

When you felt no rain on your skin, you looked up to see a black umbrella over your head being held by the stranger who frightened you.

“A-and you were getting drenched from the rain, so I was going to offer my umbrella…”, he proceeded to explain, gesturing at the umbrella he was holding up for the both of you.

There was a deafening silence that came after what he said as you pressed your lips in a tight line.

“Sorry, I should have minded my own business.”, he spoke up once more when he realised that he won’t get anything from you.

You let out a soft chuckle that only the two of you can hear before turning to face him, “You talk too much.”

His eyes widened at your remark, his cheeks turning into a shade of light red as he became flustered and self-conscious.

“It’s okay though… It’s honestly quite comforting that someone would be so kind to tell me.”, you followed up, noticing his embarrassment from your comment.

Now it was his turn to stay quiet, stunned as he heard you speak. He looked away, hiding a small grin that was forming on his lips. When he managed to control it, he turned back to you, tilting his head as his gaze fixed on you.

You felt his eyes bore holes into you and you can’t help but feel naked. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think of finding yourself in this situation, but here you were with a stranger who was willing to share his umbrella with you, observing you like a hawk.

“I’m assuming you have a question…”, you spoke out, returning his stare.

His lips fell into a thin straight line as he realised that he must have been obvious. “I… Well, I was curious at why you were sitting here all alone at night. That hotel has been under renovation for months already…”, he explains in a small and soft voice.

You looked at him appalled, completely speechless at what you heard. “Y-you’re telling me that this place has been closed for months?” He nodded meekly in reply, seeming embarrassed as he moved his hands to his nape and rubbed it softly.

There was silence that surrounded you both as everything happening to you started sinking in. This must have been a set up from your company, knowing how much they despised you and wished for your downfall.

As the man beside you felt that you were in distress, he removed his coat and immediately placed it over your shoulders, squeezing it gently. “I know it’s not my place to ask, but if you want you can stay over my place? It’s not that far from here.”

He pursed his lips as he awaited your answer. He knows he’s just a stranger, but he couldn’t help feeling pity towards you. Besides you seem nice enough to be a killer acting helpless, so what could go wrong right?

“How am I sure you’re not some sort of murderer trying to lead me into a death trap?”, you ask after a few moments that definitely assured him you were not a killer.

He lets out a soft chuckle that breaks the stillness and awkwardness of the atmosphere. There was something about his laugh that made you feel warm and fuzzy despite the cold settling on your bones.

“Fair enough, but trust me if I was a killer, I would have gone a different way.” He says reassuringly before standing up and grabbing your luggage.

“Come on! Or would you rather stay here?” He gestures, carrying your things as he goes down the step.

Shaking your head in utter disbelief, you stood up and followed him, keeping a safe distance in case he tried to do something. You heard his laugh as he led the way, the fuzzy feeling growing and when he looked back at you, he gave you a wide and goofy smile that made your heart flip.

“Oh by the way, I’m Sebastian Vettel. But you can call me Seb.” He mentions before turning his back on you and starts walking again. You suppress a smile as you calm yourself down, reminding yourself that you just met the man and you should not trust him easily.

You quietly continued following him, shivering as it got colder even though it stopped raining already. As you both approached an apartment building, you felt a light and cool touch against your forehead.

As you look up to the sky, you witness a mesmerising spectacle unfold before your eyes. Delicate snowflakes, like ethereal dancers, descend from the heavens, gracefully floating in the air.

“S-snow?”, you said dumbfoundedly, halting in your tracks. When Sebastian noticed that you weren’t following him anymore, he turned back to look at you looking enthralled as snow continued to fall.

“First time?”

As he broke your train of thoughts, you hummed and nodded in response as your eyes never left the sky.

“Guess I’m lucky that I’m the first person you get to experience a White Christmas then, huh?” He chimed, his tone filled with excitement as he watched you.

A few days after the weather report, you started setting up and decorating your home for Christmas as you waited for your husband to come home.

Grabbing your phone from the side table, you texted a message to your husband.

You: Love, when will you be back?

Sending the message, you threw your phone to the side, as you stood up from the couch, and started pacing back and forth in your living room. Minutes have passed and you looked at your phone for the nth time, debating whether you should send another message as you waited for his response.

As you were about to grab your phone and decide to send him another text, your phone notification pinged.

Seb Sugar Pie Honey Bunch: Sorry, liebling. I don’t know if I’ll make it in time to spend the first snow with you. I know how much this means to you, but I promise to make it up to you once I get home.

Can’t wait to be back in your arms. I love you xx

Reading his message, you couldn’t help but feel bummed down. The first snowfall was a special moment you annually celebrated with your husband. You shared many memories with him that included the first winter fall. Your first meeting, first official date, when you answered ‘yes’ as he asked you to be his girlfriend, when he proposed to you, when you got married, all those things happened during the first snow.

And experiencing the first one this year without him, it felt dull and meaningless. So as the next days came by, you did nothing but mope around, spending your morning and afternoon sleeping in your bed or eating ice cream while snuggling under a blanket as you sobbed to cringe, sappy romantic movies.

When the day of the predicted snowfall arrived, you excitedly hopped off your shared bed with your husband and ran down to the living room, waiting by the window.

An hour came by and seeing that there wasn’t any snow yet, you went to the kitchen to prepare yourself something to eat. Opening the fridge, you looked for ingredients you can use to make the easiest and lightest meal possible. Once you got it cooked and prepared, you sat by the island counter, beginning to chow down on it as your gaze never left the window.

Finishing your meal, you washed the dishes and cookware you used, placing them inside the dish dryer and wiping the kitchen and island counter. After cleaning up, you shuffled back to the living room and sat on the sofa as you looked out and waited for the snow.

While anticipating for the first snow to arrive, you kept yourself busy and distracted with everything you see, as well as trying to stray away from your phone. Turning on the television and stereo, you started playing music to liven up the mood, dancing around the living room.

Later when you checked outside, you saw little specks of white falling to the ground. Feeling the course of excitement filling your body, you grabbed the nearest shoes and slipped it on, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas before running to the front door.

As you emerge into the stillness of the wintry landscape, a hush blankets the surroundings. The familiar sounds of everyday life are muted, replaced by the gentle whispers of falling snowflakes. The world seems to hold its breath in awe of the transformation unfolding before your eyes.

While everyone went indoors, preparing for the incoming chilly weather, you stood in the middle of the lawn piling with snow, capturing the beauty it provided. Each snowflake falling from the sky, a unique masterpiece, intricately crafted by nature's hand. They fall gently onto your face and eyelashes, instantly melting upon contact, leaving a cool kiss on your skin. The air feels fresh and invigorating, carrying the scent of winter and a hint of pine.

Letting out a soft sigh as you let the cold envelop you, seeping through your skin, settling deep within your bones. Your breath becomes visible, a cloud of mist that hangs in the air for a fleeting moment before dissipating into the icy abyss. And looking around, you witness the gradual metamorphosis of the scenery. Every surface becomes a canvas for the delicate white flakes, transforming the landscape into a pristine, ethereal landscape. Trees, rooftops, and the ground itself are gradually covered in a soft, velvety layer of snow, as if nature has carefully tucked the world in for a peaceful slumber.

As you stand still, you can't help but be captivated by the silence. The snow absorbs the sound, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The only audible presence is the gentle whisper of snowflakes landing on the ground, adding to the symphony of nature's delicate touch.

Looking up, you see the sky adorned with a tapestry of white, as countless snowflakes continue their descent from above. The world feels transformed, as if transported to a realm where time slows down, and worries and stresses melt away in the purity of the moment.

You hold your palms out to catch the falling snow, closing your eyes in the process as the cool snowdrops meet your skin. You let another sigh out as snowflakes gently make contact with your cheeks, nose, and eyelashes. At that moment, time seems to slow down. You become fully present, completely immersed in the serene beauty of the winter moment. The world around you takes on a dreamlike quality, as if you've entered a quiet sanctuary, a realm where worries and cares momentarily fade away.

Shortly after settling down with the cold, you felt something heavy on your hand, startling you as your eyes jolted wide open. Looking down you see your husband and his chin placed on your palm. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, thinking that you might be hallucinating from missing him too much. But when you opened your eyes the second time and still saw his goofy grin, your eyebrows furrowed.

When your significant other saw the perplexed look your face held, he pursed his lips tightly thinking that he must be doing something wrong.

“Is this not how I’m supposed to be doing?” He asked, looking at you through his eyelash.

You blinked a few times, your face contorting into an even more confused expression as your eyes showed mixed emotions at the thought of the man who told you that he won’t be home is the same man right in front of you right now.

“S-Seb? You’re-”

“Home... Surprise, liebling.” He interrupted, finishing your sentence as he suppressed a smile.

Still resting his chin on the palm of your hand, he tilts his head slightly, his famous gummy grin once more appearing on his face.

You stayed silently still, pursing your lips as your mind continued to process everything before letting out a soft sigh escape your lips as you come to the conclusion that you must be daydreaming.

“Pinch me, I must be dreaming. You’re not really here, right? Because you told me that you won’t make it in time for this.” You went on, speaking about how he was not supposed to be here yet and other excuses.

As you were in the midst of your rambling, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and words, you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of his laughter. It cut through the air like a burst of sunlight, breaking through the cluttered maze of your thoughts and drawing you into the present moment.

The sound was like a gentle symphony, harmonising with the cadence of your own voice. It carried a warmth that permeated the room, infusing the space with a sense of joy and lightheartedness. In that instant, it felt as if the universe had conspired to align your words with his laughter, creating a perfect harmony.

The laughter flowed freely, like a bubbling brook that cascades over rocks, each note infused with genuine amusement. It was a melodic dance, rising and falling, as his mirth embraced your rambling thoughts. The sound of his laughter was pleasing that it distracted you from what you were saying.

And as the delicate snowflakes descend from the sky, gently blanketing the world around you, you find yourself standing in a moment that feels like pure magic. After months of longing and separation, your eyes finally meet those of your husband, and a rush of emotions swells within you.

The air is crisp and alive with anticipation, as the snowflakes create a soft, ethereal backdrop. The sound of muffled footsteps and hushed whispers seems to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you standing together in this wintry embrace.

As you draw closer, a nervous excitement tingles in the pit of your stomach, a mix of anticipation and relief that the long wait is finally over. The world around you seems to fade away, and all that matters is the connection between you.

Your gazes lock, communicating a depth of love and longing that words could never capture. Time seems to slow as he reaches out; his right hand cupping your cheeks while his left hand makes its way to your waist, snaking his arm around you as if he was afraid to let you go. The warmth of your touch contrasts with the coolness of the falling snow, creating a tender juxtaposition.

“How about I do this instead?” He whispers softly, his voice filled with happiness and love as his face advances to yours, his lips mere inches away from touching you.

And in that magical moment, your lips meet. The softness of the kiss feels like a gentle dance, a blending of warmth and tenderness that melts away any remaining distance or time apart. The taste of familiarity and love lingers, as if reuniting with a part of yourself that was temporarily missing.

As the snowflakes continue to descend around you, he tilts his head as he deepens the kiss, a fusion of emotions and longing that has built up over the months of separation. It's a moment of reconnection, a reaffirmation of your bond and the strength of your love.

The world around you seems to hold its breath, as if honouring this intimate and sacred exchange. The soft sound of snowflakes touching the ground becomes a gentle symphony, underscoring the significance of this long-awaited reunion.

As the kiss ends, a sense of contentment washes over you. The weight of the months apart is lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of togetherness and a shared journey moving forward. The snowflakes continue their graceful descent, serving as witnesses to this beautiful moment.

“Y-you’re really here?” You asked once more as the realisation finally settles down, your voice still filled with disbelief.

“I’m really here, my love”, Sebastian assures you, letting a soft chuckle out as he nuzzles his nose against yours, his arms still not letting you go.

You let out a giggle when his nose touched yours, tickling you in the process. You then wrap your arms around his neck, watching him. As you stare at him, your eyes become magnets, drawn to every curve of his face, every twinkle in his eyes, and every subtle expression that dances across his features. Your gaze is filled with wonder, as if you are discovering a masterpiece that was created just for you.

“I missed you so much, Sebby!” You murmured excitedly against his lips before connecting your lips to his once more.

And under the first snowfall, after months of not seeing your husband, the kiss becomes a testament to the enduring power of love and the joy of being reunited. It's a cherished memory that will forever be etched in your hearts, a reminder of the strength and resilience of your relationship in the face of time and distance.

Parting his lips away from yours, he gazes at you, his crystal blue eyes swirling with love and passion then enveloping you in a tight embrace, placing his chin on your head. He soon realised that you must have been cold to the bones as you shivered against his hug and when he pulled away, he laughed a little, noticing that you only had your sleepwear.

“You must have been quite excited that you did not have time to change clothes, huh?” He jokingly asked, teasing you.

You scoffed and gently shoved him, making him chuckle once more before drawing you near him, his arms wrapped around your shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you inside and I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate to warm you up.”

“Cuddles too?”, you meekly ask him and he nods, guiding you towards the porch.

“Mhm. And I missed you most ardently too, schatz.” Sebastian uttered softly, gently planting a tender kiss on your temple as you both made your way inside your sweet little home.

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kazenomegaminowanpisu · 7 months

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Hi! How are you? I just stumbled on your blog. Your art and stories are amazing. I was wondering if I could put in a request for a SFW story please? I’m a huge one piece fan. I really love Ace and Law. I was wondering if you could do a female reader who is their mentor’s daughter (Whitebeard’s daughter for Ace and Corazon’s daughter for Law). They start a relationship with them. They just have a cute little moment watching the sea together (or something like that), talking about how much how they fell in love, what they want for their future together (a happy one of course) and how they’ll have to tell their parent eventually but their parent is behind, watching from a far happy. It’s a lot I know you can ignore it, do one of the characters. It’s all okay no matter what. But thank you and have a good day! 🧡

This is a brilliant idea.. but I'm gonna write down what I have understand base on your request (I'm sorry for the very very lateness)

Op boys having a relationship with their mentors daughters

Warning:SFW, Fluff

Feat:Law, Ace

You and Ace sat side by side at the edge of the Moby Dick, your legs dangling over the open sea. As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the horizon, Ace couldn't help but be captivated by the enchanting sight.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Ace whispered, his eyes flickering with a mix of awe and adoration. "The sea... it's like a reflection of our love.

You smiled warmly and leaned against Ace, feeling the strength of his presence comforting you. "Yes, it is. Our love, like the sea, is vast and ever-changing, but always filled with wonder and discovery."

Ace intertwined his fingers with you, their touch embracing a shared future. "I want to create a future as bright as the sunsets we see, filled with laughter, adventures, and endless support."

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. "I want that too, Ace. A future where we cherish each other, grow together, and face whatever comes our way with resilience and love."

As the two of you savored the serenity of the moment, glancing over your shoulders and caught a glimpse of Whitebeard watching from afar. His weathered face softened, a proud smile etched across his lips. He saw the happiness that radiated from his daughter and her newfound love, grateful that Ace had found someone who truly understood and cherished her.

Law

You and law found solace on the deck of the submarine, the gentle waves lapping against its sides. Both of you sat together, shoulders brushing lightly as you gazed out into the vastness of the ocean. The evening sun painted the sky with hues of orange and purple, casting a serene ambiance over their moment.

"This view reminds me of the tranquility I feel when I'm with you," Law murmured softly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of tenderness.

You turned to him and smile soft and affectionate. "I feel the same way, Law. Your presence brings a calmness to my soul, like the gentle lullaby of the ocean."

Law's fingers delicately traced patterns on your hand. "I envision a future where we can learn from each other, trust each other, and build a foundation of unwavering love and support."

The reader's heartbeat quickened, Your love for Law swelling in your chest. "I dream of that future as well, Law. A future where we create a sanctuary together, where our hearts find solace and our dreams intertwine."

In that poignant moment, both of you glanced towards Corazons Grave, quietly looking at your father's grave. Both of you know that Corazon were very happy for the two of you.

#One piece canons #one piece x reader #one piece x s/o #one piece x y/n #Portgas D. Ace x reader #Law x reader #kazenomegaminowanpisu #one piece #hannaemeraldwhitedragon #one piece canons #writing #anime

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rizzyu · 10 months

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▵▿— A Field of Sunflowers

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x gn! Reader

Category: SO MUCH FLUFF *SCREAMS*

Warning: N O .

Summary: With the help of Nezuko and Tanjiro's crow (Matsuemon), you made a huge surprise for Tanjiro on his special day :)

A/N: I have a bit of work to complete, but when I saw that it's Tanjiro's bday, I JUST SPEEDWROTE LOL

Also somebody tell me if the crow's name is actually Matsuemon (i just searched it up on google)

The sun lingered far beneath the horizon as dawn has yet to break. A crow soared through the dark sky and landed at Y/N's window. Just as Matsuemon glanced into the Y/N's room, the door slided open, revealing Nezuko in her child form on the other side of the door. Nezuko went over to the futon, in which Y/N was sleeping in, and shook Y/N to wake them up. As you fluttered your eyelids open, you saw a blurry figure of her. Still drowned in drowsiness, you sat up on your futon. That was when you remembered that you were preparing your surprise for you beloved Tanjiro's birthday, but you were so exhausted from trying to make this day perfect for a while, that you fell unconscious mid-way. You believed Nezuko must have carried you back here. Nezuko gripped you sleeve and gently shook you again, urging you to snap out of your drowsiness and finish up the final part of the surprise. Matsuemon squawked, as quiet as possible "All preparations are ready, Y/N." You are so lucky to have these two help you. "Thanks Matsuemon, thanks Nezuko, the surprise wouldn't have been completed if it weren't for you two." You thanked your two friends as you lifted both hands to give both of them headpats. Nezuko's smiled before her face morphed into an impatient one as she tugged on your sleep while pointing at the door. "Oh right! Let's go" You scurried out of your futon and went over to Tanjiro's room with Nezuko and Matsuemon.

As you slowly opened the sliding door to his room, you saw him sleeping peacefully inside his futon. You felt slightly guilty for waking him from his slumber, but you can't let him miss this. Tanjiro slowly opened his eyes as you woke him up the way Nezuko woke you. "Y/N...? What're you doing here this early?" His voice was groggy. "No time for questions, c'mon!" You urged him up as you tossed him his clothes. It seemed that you have completely forgotten how tired you are due to how excited you are. Tanjiro was confused by your enthusiasm so early in the morning, but he followed along anyway.

Matsuemon was guiding you to your destination as you carried Nezuko's box with her inside. You were practically dragging Tanjiro along since he was a bit too sleepy to walk. On the way, you kept having the urge to just stop and let Tanjiro sleep, he just looks too adorable when he's on the verge of falling into deep slumber. But what you were going to show him can only occur during dawn, which was approaching. Matsuemon lead you all to the edge of a cliff, below the cliff was what seems to be an endless field of sad-and-droopy-looking sunflowers. You tugged at Tanjiro's arm to get him to look. And just as his vision cleared, the sun rose from the horizon, enlightening everything. And when met with the sun, the sunflowers held their heads up high to greet the bright warm orb in the sky, colouring the whole field in bright yellow. Tanjiro's eyes lit up as he saw the view in front of him, his mouth agape. He turned his head around to look at you and Matsuemon on your shoulder, while still having a shocked expression on his face. You greeted him with a gentle smile. "Happy birthday Tanjiro" You reached into your haori and took out a banquet of sunflowers adorned by little dolls of you, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Matsuemon, Zenitsu and Inosuke, as well as a little sign with the words "Happy Birthday Tanjiro! <3" written on it. Matsuemon, Nezuko and I made this for you. Just like the sun, you are always shining with warmth and brightness. And just like sunflowers, we're always attracted to you." You heard Nezuko hum in agreement from inside of her box. Tanjiro reached out to grab hold of the banquet before looking back up at you with adoration in his eyes. "Thank you all so much..." Tanjiro said with a shaky voice, as if he was at the verge of tears. He then embraced you in a tight embrace, one hand on top of Nezuko's box as if patting her, and his face buried in your shoulder. "Thank you so much..." he said once again but his words were muffled in your shoulder. You chuckled before reaching to cradle his soft cheeks in your hands. You leaned in and gently pulled him into a sweet, tender kiss. The kiss felt absolutely divine, if it wasn't because your lungs begged for air, you would've kissed him forever. You pulled away, breathlessly panting, while brushing your thumb along his cheekbone. "C'mon Tanjiro, let's go see Zenitsu and Inosuke." "Maybe in just a few minutes... I wanna stay here with you for just a little longer..." Tanjiro said before pulling you into another kiss.

happy birthday Tanjiro waaaaaaaaaaaa <3333 7.14.2023

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peterbarnes · 2 years

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Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

A/N: School’s over. Summer’s here. Im back bitchess...and obsessed with ST4

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Sticker Etsy

You met at a drug deal of course

The drugs weren’t even for you, your friend just didn’t want to interact with the resident “freak of Hawkins”

Cue a vicious eye roll from you

So there you sat on the janky wooden bench in the middle of the woods

“This is straight out of a horror movie”

“Don’t worry I won’t murder you”

Your head whipped around to where Eddie Munson leaned against a tree

He tried to seem cool by crossing his tattooed arms over his chest

And you had to admit his ink-kissed skin did make your heart flutter

but then his foot slipped on a leaf and he almost fell

His cheeks flushed as he regained his balance

“I genuinely cannot believe that people are intimidated by you”

He shrugged before making his way over to you and sitting on the table instead of the adjacent bench

“What? You don’t find me mean and scary”

His smile lit up the dark woods and you committed the quirk of his lips, his bright eyes, and squished cheeks to memory

He was goddamn adorable

“Why thank you, princess”

Please god tell me I did not say that out loud

“But I must say I didn’t take you for the crackhead type” he added

“I’m not,” you sputtered, still flustered. “It’s for my friend”

“Ah so she thought I was mean and scary”

“Who knows what goes on in her head”

The silence weighed you down as he slipped a wooden box out of his backpack and gently placed it on the table

Your eyes stuck on the cool metal wrapped around his finger

“You like them?” He asked

His tone wasn’t laced with desire or an eagerness to conquer you, which is all you’d gotten from other guys

He was genuine, soft

And suddenly being in the middle of the woods with a guy you barely knew didn’t seem so scary anymore

This is batshit

“You know, I’ve always thought you were kind of cool” he said hesitantly

You scoffed

“Oh please, I’m no Nancy Wheeler”

“Even better”

You both let out horrendous laughs that sounded more like honks

Eddie slapped the table lightly as he tried to calm his ragged breaths

“Come on, she’s not that bad”

He shot you a look that clearly read really?

“So she’s not a priss?” He edged

Your voice caught in your throat as you chose your words carefully

“No?”

Eddie snorted, “you don’t sound too sure about that”

“I’m not”

Hours passed before you two even realized the sun had slowly descended below the horizon, casting a familiar darkness over Hawkins

“Come on, we should get going”

As Eddie got up from the creaking bench, he stretched his hand out toward you, nodding his head toward the parking lot where his car sat parked

“Are you offering me a ride?”

“Why, of course, my lady. A true gentleman would never let you walk home alone at this hour”

“How kind of you, good sir”

After that you were inseparable

Eddie would memorize your schedule and surprise you by waiting outside your classes

And you’d come to all his Hellfire Club meetings

He loves to see you bonding with all the kids, especially Dustin

They call you guys Mom and Dad

Eddie’s very into spontaneous dates

A nice candlelit dinner isn’t his speed (he’s very much an “eat the rich” guy)

He’ll take you to the lake and you’ll just swim in it for hours

He loves water fights

He also loves seeing you in a bathing suit

Despite being 19, he acts like a pre-pubescent boy

He’s always touching you in some way

Hand on your hip, around your shoulders, on your thigh

And he loves to snuggle his head into your neck

He’s scared of coming off too clingy so he needs constant reassurance

But he’s just touch starved

Before you, it was just him and his uncle who was barely around

He never felt love or comfort from anyone

That’s part of the reason why he turned to drugs and acting out

It was so much more than him wanting to be “edgy”

He had an endless pit of darkness inside him from years of abandonment and isolation

But that day in the woods the cracks slowly started to seal, warming his forgotten heart

Which is why he never does anything to risk your trust or your love towards him

It’s like his lifeline

Sometimes he worries that he loves you more than you love him

But then he’ll be lying on your chest, with your fingers gently tangled in his hair, soothing his scalp

And he can tell simply by how you touch him, that you’re just as in love as he is

But that love isn’t all sunshine and rainbows

When you two get pulled into the lore of the upside-down, your feelings for each other make you reckless

Eddie literally jumped in front of a demo-bat for you

Which would’ve been romantic if it hadn’t nearly killed him

“Fucking hell, Eddie! Why would you do that?!”

“I’m sorry was I supposed to let you get killed by that chunk of grey shit?”

“And I’d rather you not get killed, dipshit!”

Any of your little lovers' quarrels end with an exasperated Steve interrupting you

You’ll distance yourselves for a few minutes before your feet naturally inch toward each other until your hand's brush

It’s muscle memory at this point, the way you two are drawn to each other

You hear him let out a relieved breath as his fingers intertwine with yours

This man would die for you

And you would die for him

But you knew you would fight like hell to make sure that both of you made it home safe

So that you could melt into each other’s embraces and finally fall into a peaceful sleep

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freesia-writes · 1 year

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What do you think Gregor would be like on a first date, especially with someone who hasn't dated in years and maybe feels a little unsure of themselves?

Awwww yeah, let's go on this one! :D Buckle up, reader -- you're going on a date with our favorite amnesiac! I'm putting them on Pabu (or Santorini, take your pick) just because Gregor deserves a beach vacation after his years on that empty sand planet.

No content warnings. It's frickin adorable. ;) And it totally got away from me so it's 2.5k words...

*insert Gregor giggle*

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You take your hair down again, for the eighth time it seems, letting out a frustrated huff that it seems to be defying your every wish. Glancing at the clock, you feel the anxiety begin to rise, and you make one last attempt at twisting your hair into a half-decent updo. Standing in front of the mirror, you smooth the front of your clothes, studying yourself top to bottom with a critical eye. Why did you agree to this, again? Well, you didn't, you suppose, but you did make the bet, which you lost, and here you are. You cringe as you remember your friend's laughter as he reassured you, "Don't worry -- he's not like the other clones."

Whatever that meant. Either way, it had been ages since you'd been out with anyone, choosing instead to enjoy your quiet life of career, nature, and home. Yet, to spice things up one week, in an impulsive moment of bad judgment, you had taken your friend up on his bet and had wagered a blind date. Deciding this was as good as it's gonna get, you grab your bag and head for the door.

It's a warm, breezy evening, and the enticing smells of a wide variety of dinners being prepared makes your mouth water as you walk through the winding paths of the village. Built on a mountainous island, everything is condensed and vertical, with a seemingly endless maze of walkways and alleys. Your friend made the reservations for the two of you and told you to look for a "guy with eyebrows". You can't possibly fathom this going well, and you realize as you make your way to the restaurant that you're working yourself into a fuss. You reach the doorway and, taking a deep breath, decide to try to let it all go and just see what the night holds. "Try" being the key word.

You enter the restaurant, a rectangular building set on the side the mountain with a bar in the middle, tables scattered throughout, and a balcony along the edge that provided a handful of tables with spectacular views of the houses below, all the way to the water that stretched out into the horizon. You pause in the entryway, scanning the tables for anyone seated alone, and start to feel concerned as you see none. A sudden burst of laughter erupts from the bar, catching your attention.

A man with dark hair, cropped short on the sides but longer and swept back on the top, claps two Pantorans on the back, enjoying a few last chuckles with them, before turning to look around the room. Well son of a Hutt... there's the eyebrows, arched in curiosity. He's a clone, alright, but has an odd way about him. His movements are slightly erratic, and he seemed to be the life of the party a second ago but is now shifting awkwardly on his feet. It's got to be him. You take a deep breath again, and make your way toward him.

"Are you... Gregor?" you ask, once within hearing range, and he whirls to face you so quickly that you're almost startled.

"Depends who's asking!" he says, and a little giggle escapes that seems wildly out of character... well, for any other clone you've met thus far. "But I sure hope you're the one I'm supposed to meet here!" You can't detect any hint of sarcasm or flattery in his voice; it just sounds like a genuine statement. You've been rehearsing a million different scenarios leading up to tonight, anticipating all types of characters, but this one's got you baffled so far.

"Well, if you're Gregor, you're stuck with me!" you say, trying to sound playful but immediately wanting to cringe.

"Lovely!" he claps his hands together, inviting you to the table on the corner of the balcony; it's still relatively early for dinner, so the place isn't too busy, and the tables nearby are empty. But as you get closer to the table, you notice a small bouquet of flowers on one of the place settings, tied neatly with... a napkin?

"Ah, yeah..." Gregor says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I have no idea how all of this is supposed to go, but I saw those on the way here and picked them for you... off people's porches!" He giggles again, and you find yourself relaxing a bit, put at ease by his unapologetic glee. "But I didn't have anything to tie them with, so... I'll cover for you if you want to steal the napkin," he winks.

"That's really sweet," you say with a smile, and he beams back at you, plopping into his seat and scrambling back to his feet just as quickly with a little muttered "oops", instead coming to stand behind your chair, beckoning you to sit and carefully pushing the seat in behind you as you do. Now you're uncomfortable again, feeling suddenly as though you have no idea how to act in these situations after all.

The waiter comes, dressed to the nines, holding a bottle in his hand with a white towel draped over his arm. He holds it out to the two of you, eyes moving slowly from you to Gregor, lips pursed in the snootiest expression you've seen in a while.

"Oh! Yes please!" Gregor says enthusiastically, pushing the two crystal glasses on the table toward the waiter, whose brow drops at such a plebeian reaction. He removes the cork with a flourish (and a little "ooh!" from Gregor), then pours a tiny bit into your glass, straightening up expectantly.

"Aww, no need to be shy!" Gregor chimes in, taking the bottle from him and filling both of your glasses to the absolute brim. "We're good for it!" He grins and gives the waiter a thumbs-up, but the only response he receives is a stifled look of horror as the server slowly hands him a menu. Gregor plunks the bottle down onto the table, taking the menu and opening it excitedly.

You do the same, stifling a chuckle of your own, and try to focus on the food options, but you're distracted by the steady stream of muttering coming from behind your date's menu. Peering over the edge, you see Gregor not only reading the options aloud, but providing quiet commentary on each of them... to himself. You almost want to be critical of it, but it's so endearing that you instead discover a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest.

Snapping his menu shut, Gregor returns his attention to you, catching you by surprise. He smiles, tilting his head and regarding you warmly, "So... eh... tell me about yourself?" he invites sheepishly, saying it more as if he's asking if it's the right thing to say rather than actually asking you.

You find a smile on your own face as you launch into what you hope is a very exciting and thrilling account of your career, interests, and story so far, realizing perhaps a bit too late that you've been going on for a while. You drop off rather quickly, stammering an apology, and his face changes from attentive listening to puzzled confusion.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, with genuine curiosity.

"I... eh... I was kinda going on and on," you admit.

"Well I loved it all!" Gregor replies, and you are surprised to see that he means it. He opens his mouth to continue when the waiter returns, a distasteful look on his face as though he's just swallowed a Bantha hair when he sees that Gregor has repurposed the bottle into a vase for the small bouquet he brought for you.

"And what will you be having this evening?" the server inquires, turning to you first, and you panic, realizing you hadn't actually finished reading the menu. Surprisingly perceptive, Gregor chimes in, "We'll take two of this, please!" He points to the menu and gives the waiter a cheerful nod, followed by a little wave as the stern little man strolls off toward the kitchen. "I hope I wasn't out of line there," he says to you, eyebrows curving up in an impossibly concerned expression.

It all happened so fast, you're not quite sure what to say, but his authentic consternation is so charming that you can't find anything but reassurance, "No! I'm not normally one for surprises, but I guess we'll see if you have good taste!" You've impressed yourself with your witty response, and you smile with a bit more confidence now.

"Excellent, excellent..." Gregor muses, raising his eyebrows and lowering his chin a tiny bit, "I hope you like womp rat stew!"

"What?" you say in shock, unable to fathom that they'd serve something like that here... or, well, anywhere... but your dismay is short-lived as Gregor bursts out into another giggle. You're unable to suppress a grin, and you give him a look of mock sternness.

"Oh, excuse me," he says in response, putting his hands up in surrender, "I'm forgetting my manners." He returns his hands to the table, looking up at you from those expressive eyebrows, and invites you to continue your story from where you left off.

The food comes, empty plates go, and the two of you find yourself lost in conversation. He listens eagerly to your stories, asking questions and seeming to delight in every last detail. You finish your glasses, feeling warm and rummy with bellies full of food and brains sparkling with the slight influence of drink. The conversation turns to him, finally, and you are highly curious to hear what has brought him to this point.

"Ahh, that's quite a story," he says, shaking his head, "but I believe our time here is up!" He stands, beckoning you to join him, and you feel anxious immediately. Did you talk too much about yourself? Was he calling it, just like that? You thought you'd been having a great time, laughing and chatting, so this was an abrupt surprise.

Speechless, you follow him to the doorway of the restaurant, and he offers you an arm, which you take, feeling slightly reassured at the gentlemanly gesture. Without asking, he begins walking, guiding the two of you along a myriad of paths toward the water, talking about a few local birds that he apparently found hilarious. It takes you far too long to realize that he's not walking you home, and you kick yourself for getting all paranoid for nothing.

"So," Gregor says, strolling with ease next to you, "I was a Clone Commando for the Republic..." and he proceeds to tell a nearly-unbelievable account of war, defeat, death-defying survival, amnesia, remembrance, and explosions. You feel shocked that he let you talk for so long when he's got a story like this, and you share as much, earning another one of those little chuckles that you're coming to enjoy quite a lot.

"Well, that's what got me here, but it's definitely not who I am now," he says, still smiling but voice taking on a somber tone. "I mean, my voice wasn't the only thing changed in the explosion; I took a pretty hard hit to the head, you know. So sometimes I get a bit... forgetful." His bouncy composure has softened a bit, revealing perhaps a bit of shame?

You turn your head to look at him more fully, temporarily stopping the leisurely stroll, and discover an expression on his face that moves you to the core. His animated eyebrows have settled low across his brown eyes, which are downcast to the ground in front of you, and his lips are together in a firm line. You feel compelled to speak, though wildly unprepared.

"Well... Who are you now?" you ask, almost cringing again as it comes out. It sounded better in your head, and you begin to try to come up with something better, but he looks at you with a gaze that takes the words right out of your mouth.

"I... I don't really know," he says, with a chuckle that seems more reflexive than intentional. "I guess I'm kind of starting over, in a way." He is suddenly pensive, eyebrows working overtime with all the thoughts rushing through his mind, and you feel another warm rush in your chest at his unguarded truthfulness.

"For what it's worth," you say, feeling emboldened, "I think you're delightful." You hope it's encouraging, because you struggle to wrap your mind around what his existence must be like, but it's also honest, you realize -- you've completely let your guard down and have been thoroughly enjoying your time together.

He smiles, dropping his eyes with a bashfulness that makes you want to squeeze him, and squeezes your hand against his side with the arm you've been holding onto. "I might say the same about you!" he answers, a bit of his playful spark returning, and the two of you continue down the last cobblestoned staircase to the water.

The sun has set and the sky is glowing with a tranquil twilight. Pink and blue hues cast everything in a dreamy glow, and Gregor leads you to a large piece of driftwood, sitting in the middle of it and patting you a seat next to him. You join him, leaving a good few inches between you, and enjoy the warm sea breeze in silence for a moment.

He shifts awkwardly, moving his hands from his lap to the log behind him, then back to his knees, then folding them together. He finally sits up, turning to you, and holds your gaze as he slowly folds one arm in toward himself like some kind of weird praying mantis before extending it out behind you. "Eh?" he says, hovering his arm over your back, one eyebrow arched and a closed-mouth grin on his face.

You smile, scooting closer to him and nestling up against his side, and he takes that as a yes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with the most endearing little "ha!" you've yet heard. He runs his other hand through his hair, gazing off into the distance as though he's conquered the world. He continues to surprise you with his quiet contemplation, content to simply enjoy the beauty without any need for words and also without it feeling awkward in the slightest.

The cold fog starts to roll in, so he walks you home with your hand snugly tucked into the crook of his arm. The chatter is lighthearted, playful, calm... You feel more relaxed and delighted than you have in as long as you can remember. As you approach your door, a bright blue that contrasts the white arched stucco all around, he gently unfolds his arm and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips to place the most tender kiss on the back of it.

"I... ah... I hope we can do this again," he admits, eyes large and eager. "And again, and again..." he laughs.

"I would love that."

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Author's Note: Did I just fall in love with Gregor?!

Just might have.

Thanks a lot, @drafthorsemath ;) <3 <3 <3

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letmehavemyfictionalmen · 1 year

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Star Crossed; Star-Collide: chapter I

Summary: As a bounty hunter, Din has completed his mission, however, he is unbeknownst to the storm that will knock the wind out of him, literally.

pairing: Din Djarin x afab!Skywalker!reader

warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Unprotected sex, Violence, Blood, Age-Gap, Kidnapping, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst, Idiots in love, Flirting, possessive!Din, powerful!reader, Jedi!reader, Grogu being adorable, Grogu loves his Ma more than his buir.

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The Nevarro desert sprawls out before you, a vast canvas of parched earth that seems to stretch beyond the horizon. Endless dunes of golden sand undulate like a sea frozen in time, while jagged rocks jut out like the teeth of some great beast, scattered haphazardly across the landscape.

The winds whisper a mournful song, carrying with them the sense of utter isolation and a haunting desolation. There is no life in this forsaken place, only the vast emptiness of the shifting sands and a never-ending solitude that engulfs everything in its path.

The star above glows with fervor, its radiance spilling over the land, igniting a heat that suffuses every grain of sand. The air trembles with the sun's intensity, the weight of its brilliance pressing down upon the desert like a hammer.

As if locked in a dance with the arid earth, the sun paints the world in shades of gold and ochre, conjuring an austere beauty in the midst of its scorching assault.

You traverse the vastness of the desert, silence reigning supreme, broken only by the sound of sand crunching beneath your feet. The untamed essence of this barren land engulfs you, but you remain unrelenting, unwavering in your quest

The ivory of your Jedi robes glows against the ashen sand, stark and luminous against the muted desert backdrop. The black of your belt and boots adds depth to your monochrome attire, and your cloak, rippling behind you like a shadow, lends an air of mystery to your austere appearance.

Looking every bit of Obi-Wan’s apprentice, A hushed voice travels with the wind, caressing your ears. You recognize it instantly, the familiar timbre of your mentor Obi-Wan.

Gliding alongside you is Beeb, your trusty astromech droid, a blur of orange and white against the beige sand. Its head, round and dome-shaped, swivels with a keen and curious eye, scanning the endless surroundings.

The stillness of the desert is interrupted only by the gentle hum of Beeb's servos, harmonizing with the soft whisper of the wind.

You watch over him with a protective gaze, your heart filling with a maternal sense of duty. "Take care, little one," you whisper, your voice carried away by the hot winds.

Beeb zips back to your side, emitting a joyful chirp that resonates with the purity of a bird's song happily. Your lips curl into a crescent moon of joy, a twinkle in your eye as you witness Beeb's playful antics.

Beeb swivels his dome-shaped head, emitting a series of chirps and whistles that resemble a curious inquiry. ‘Mama, where are we going?’

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, as if carried on a breeze of mirth at Beeb’s innocent query.

Patting his metallic head and rubbing it as in a way to ruffle his hair gently. "There is a child, Beeb. We must rescue him from the Imperial Remnant." Your voice imbued with unshakable resolve.

‘A child! I get a sibling. That means R2D2 won’t tease me for being the youngest.’ Beeb lets out a series of excited chirps, almost child-like in nature. His head spins around in every direction, as if searching for the little one himself.

A beam of happiness spreads across your face at Beeb's enthusiasm, feeling a sense of warmth in your heart. It's been a long time since you've seen anyone so purely happy and carefree.

It reminds you of your own childhood, before the weight of the galaxy was thrust upon your shoulders.

"I know, Beeb. He's quite the special little guy. I can't wait for you to meet him." Your words are punctuated by a gentle laugh.

The little droid chirps with excitement, his movements quick and sprightly. You follow closely, trying to keep up with his energy as he rolls ahead, leading the way.

The endless expanse of desert still stretches out before you, but Beeb's child-like enthusiasm brings a sense of joy to the journey.

Together, you press on through the harsh terrain, Beeb's infectious happiness making each step a little lighter, each gust of sand a little more bearable.

Through the cacophonous streets of Nevarro, Din strides with a solemn gait, the metallic plates of his armor echoing a rhythmic beat that echoes through the throng of people.

The bustling market envelops the city streets, stalls brimming with wares to behold. Each vendor calls out to passersby, their voices echoing through the narrow alleys as hurried feet beat a steady rhythm on the worn stones beneath.

Din threads his way through the thriving market, the polished metal of his armor gleaming in the scorching sun, capturing the attention of every passerby.

Undeterred by the chaos of the busy market and the looks he receives, Din strides forward with a sense of purpose.

His attention remains steadfast on the task at hand, his thoughts consumed by the mission that has brought him back to this bustling city.

Din treads deeper into the maze of Nevarro's streets, slipping between shadows and darting through sunlight, his every step deliberate and steady as he navigates the twisting alleys.

As Din rounds the corner, his gaze falls upon the entrance to the clandestine Imperial facility, nestled amid the bustling Nevarro market. But in his periphery, a lone rubbish bin catches his eye, discarded and forgotten in the dusty shadows of the narrow alleyway.

Gazing into the dusty bin, Din beholds a heartbreaking sight - the remnants of the child's floating pram now shattered and broken beyond repair.

Din's heart sears with fiery pain, his gaze fixated upon the shattered remnants of the child's once safe haven. The pram, once a symbol of hope and protection, now lies destroyed, its pieces scattered amongst the filth and debris.

Regret grips Din like a vice, squeezing his heart with a brutal force as he recalls the moment he surrendered the Child to the Imperial Remnants.

His fists coil and release, a surge of guilt overwhelming him. A sense of failure seizes his heart, a heavy burden he bears as he paces the alley.

His mind whirls, seeking a solution to the wrongs he's allowed to befall the innocent. A plan he must devise, a way to redeem himself and rescue the Child from the hands of the Imperials.

A burden of guilt crushes his heart as he comprehends the peril that the Child faces. He senses the urgency to act, to save the innocent one from harm's way.

Filled with righteous fury and a burning desire for retribution, Din sets off on a path of vengeance.

For the Empire's cruelty to the Child, they will pay a fee. A debt that only he, the Mandalorian, can claim.

Prostrate atop a terrace, far removed from the grasp of the Imperial agents, Din steadies his gaze through the Amban sniper's lens, locked on the looming Imperial stronghold.

A soft touch to his helmet's earpiece and the mechanism within it hums with life, carrying distant conversations to Din's ear.

Static echoes in Din's ears, as he moves the sniper lens, trying the locate the Child, however, as he scans the base, his attention is drawn to a new scene unfolding before him: the thermal image of the Imperial client and Dr. Pershing.

Their voices, distant and distorted, crackle through his comms. He adjusts the frequency, tuning out the static until the conversation between the Imperial client and Dr. Pershing fills his ears like poison.

"I don't care." The Imperial clients travel through Din's comms. "I order you to extract the necessary material and be done with it."

The Imperial agent's orders blare through Din's comms, their cold and callous tones cutting through his heart like a blade. "I don't care. I order you to extract the necessary material and be done with it." they command as if the life of a child is nothing but a mere trifle to be disposed of at will.

For a while, the voices fade into the hiss of static, the words drowned in a sea of white noise.

With a gentle twist of the knob, Din awaits the return of the conversation, the static hum slowly dissipating, and the sound of voices filling the air once more.

The doctor's voice breaks the silence, his words dripping with obedience, "He has explicitly ordered us to bring it back alive."

"Finish your business quickly, as I no longer can guarantee your safety." The Imperial Client's words travel through the air, a warning of imminent danger.

The beskar helmet conceals the furrow on Din's brow, perplexed by the Imperial Client's cryptic words.

No longer guarantee the safety of the doctor? What is the Imperial agent talking about? Who was this threat that shook the resolve of this hidden Imperial base?

It fills Din with an unknown sense of relief as he realizes that the Imperial agents fear something to the point where they longer feel safe hiding here. For if they fear something enough to flee, then perhaps the Child may yet have a chance at survival.

Thoughts race through Din's mind as he surveys the scene, his voice muffled by the helmet that conceals his emotions. "What are they afraid of? Who is this threat?"

"It is I, they fear, Mandalorian."

A tense stillness grips Din's form, as a distinct hum, like a shrill electrical buzz, reverberates through the air behind him.

Amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a moment of reckoning grips Din like a vice, and he curses himself for his lack of vigilance. His eyes, once sharp and alert, now narrow with anger and frustration, as he realizes the gravity of his mistake.

With steady hands, Din relinquishes his grip on the rifle, previously trained upon the Imperial stronghold. Silently, with calculated precision, his hand glides downward, towards the leather holster secured to his left thigh, where the blaster rests within its sheath.

With quickness unmatched, Din draws his weapon from its sheath, rolling onto his back in one fluid motion. From this vulnerable position, he trains the weapon on the looming figure standing behind him, ready to defend himself against any threat.

Confronting him is a presence, tall and imposing. The figure is draped in flowing white robes, the starkness of which is accented by a contrasting black belt.

Behind them, a cloak of the deepest black dances in the wind, as if daring anyone to challenge the power of the one who wears it.

The figure holds a weapon that Din has only heard in a hushed tone, spoken in reverential tones and remembered with reverence, for those who wielded it were lost to the purge, gone without a trace.

The once-forgotten weapon, now in the possession of an enigmatic form, is wielded with practiced ease and lethal finesse, each hand brandishing one of the glowing blades.

Din offers gratitude to the stars above, for the knowledge imparted by the Armourer, which he now recalls as a child, the different variations of the lightsabers.

The Mandalorian's gaze fixates on the left hand of the figure, beholding the double-bladed lightsaber glowing in hues of royal purple, while the right-hand holds a dual-phased lightsaber emanating a vivid green radiance.

"A Jetii." Din's lips part, his breath caught in his chest as he beholds the figure before him, a being of power and ancient wisdom.

"A Mandalorian." The words uttered by the figure are infused with a sense of serenity, a voice of balance and control.

The voice of the figure reaches Din's ears, and a sudden realization dawns upon him. This is no mere figure, but a woman of immense power, her words carrying a weight that stirs something deep within him.

A shiver runs down his spine, as he realizes the magnitude of his opponent - a Jetii, armed with weapons of deadly prowess. He knows he stands no chance against such might.

Din's senses flare with a sudden urgency, and his body responds with a lightning-quick roll, narrowly evading the Jetii's sudden lunge. His muscles tense, his reflexes honed from a life of constant danger.

The graceful and deadly strike of her dual lightsabers slices through the air where Din had been just a moment before. The sound of the humming blades echoes off the surrounding structures, a symphony of danger and death.

Din's heart races with adrenaline as he quickly springs to his feet, his own weapons at the ready. He knows he's outmatched, but he refuses to go down without a fight.

Din regains his footing with a graceful sway, his blaster at the ready, aimed at the Jetii. Yet her movements are too swift, her form too lithe, as she sidesteps each shot with poise and ease, the double-bladed lightsaber a blur of purple, effortlessly blocking his every attempt.

Din grunts as he swiftly steps back, creating distance between himself and the woman. With fluid motions, he draws his amban rifle/spear from his back, ready for the woman's next move. As she lunges towards him with her green lightsaber, Din expertly parries her attack.

Din charges forward, his rifle at the ready, but the woman is too quick. She leaps over him, somersaulting in mid-air, and lands behind him. Before he can turn around, she delivers a swift kick to his back, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Stepping forward, the woman's words are sharp and unforgiving. "You are a Mandalorian, revered warrior. Family is paramount to you, younglings are precious to your kind. I have respect for your way of life, but I must ask, why did you surrender the Child to the Imperials?"

Din tries to stand up but he is still disoriented from the kick. He glares at the woman, anger simmering within him. "That's none of your business," he growls, his hand hovering over his holster.

He doesn't know who she is or how she knows about the Child, but her words hit him hard.

The woman narrows her eyes, her lightsabers still ignited. "It is my business when it concerns the safety of a child. The Jedi are the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, even though there are only two left, it is our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves."

Din grits his teeth and slowly pushes himself back up, his eyes never leaving the Jetii. "It's complicated," he answers, his voice tense.

The woman tilts her head, her eyes probing. "Complicated," she repeats, a note of skepticism in her voice.

"I am a Mandalorian. Our code of honour includes fulfilling one's obligations and completing jobs. I was obliged by my creed to finish the job." Din tries to reason but knows that even the Mandalorians don't leave children behind.

The woman's stance stiffens, her body a seething cauldron of rage, emanating a fiery aura. "Your creed should also include protecting the innocent, especially the young. You know as well as I do that the Imperials won't treat that child kindly. You had a chance to make a difference, to save a life, and you chose to ignore it."

Din's head droops in shame, the weight of the woman's words crushing him. He has fallen short of his Mandalorian code, failing to protect the youngling. "I... I know. I was wrong," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have to make it right. I have to get him back."

The woman's lightsabers fall silent, their deadly hum fading as she deactivates them. Din's gaze follows as she gracefully returns the weapons to her belt, then lowers the hood that had obscured her face.

And wow.

Din's heart quickens its pace as the woman lowers her hood, revealing her face at last. But it is not just her physical beauty that holds him captive. In her eyes, there burns a fierce intensity, a wisdom that he has never before encountered. 4

Her gaze pierces through him like a blaster bolt, and he feels a strange stirring within him, a stirring of awe and admiration.

It feels like she is seeing straight into the depths of his soul. A captivating aura emanates from her, enveloping Din in a trance-like state.

At this moment, all of his thoughts, concerns, and fears seem to vanish, leaving him lost in the hypnotic gaze of this enigmatic woman.

Din's mind goes blank as he gazes upon her, forgetting the conflict that had brought them face to face. The way the light dances around her, the gentle slope of her features, the spark in her gaze - all of it blends together to create a breathtaking portrait that he cannot help but be captivated by.

Her voice echoes in Din's mind, her words piercing through his thoughts like a sharp blade. He feels the weight of her gaze upon him, and he struggles to maintain his composure. Her presence is like a force of nature, commanding his attention with ease.

As she speaks, he finds himself lost in the rhythm of her words, the cadence of her voice like a soothing melody. He tries to focus on what she is saying, but his mind is distracted by the beauty of her being. The way she speaks, the way she stands it's as if he's in a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

'You're not a boy anymore,' he reminds himself, 'you're a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian.' The words echo in his mind, a mantra to steel himself.

He musters all his inner strength, fighting against the temptation to be entranced by her allure. He forces his mind back to the present, determined to cast aside the alluring distractions and attend to the matter at hand.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make it right," Din declares, his voice filled with a deep-seated conviction.

The woman nods a sense of understanding in her eyes. "I believe you," she says softly. "But words are meaningless without action. If you truly want to make it right, then you must find the Child and bring him back to his own kind, where he will be safe and learn more about himself."

He nods, determination setting in. "I won't let him be hurt."

The woman regards Din for a moment, before extending her hand out to help him up. "Good," she says, motioning to the Imperial Base with her head. "Because we have work to do."

Din feels a wave of gratitude washes over him at the woman's words. He had been so sure he was doing the right thing by handing the child over to the Imperials, but now he realizes the gravity of his mistake.

Accepting the woman's outstretched hand, Din rises to his feet, his heart still racing from the intensity of the fight. He looks at her with deep appreciation and nods in gratitude. The woman takes a step back, giving him space to retrieve his weapons from the ground.

As Din's hands reach for his rifle on the ground, a flicker of movement catches his attention from the corner of his eye, and his muscles tense as he recognizes the source.

Din's gaze follows as an astromech droid BB-8 unit rolls out from its spot, and over to the woman. Her smile shines like a sunbeam, casting a warm glow over everything around her. She kneels in front of the droid and tenderly pats its spherical head, a gesture that seems to radiate with pure kindness.

Din's eyes narrow, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features as he observes the woman's interaction with the astromech droid. His gut churns with a deep-seated distrust of the machines, borne from past traumas and scars.

The weight shifts on his feet, his body poised like a coiled spring, ready to strike if the droid were to make any sudden moves.

The woman senses Din's unease and rises to her feet, turning her gaze toward him. "Don't worry, Beeb has been with me since I was a child. He is on our side." she says reassuringly, a faint smile gracing her lips.

Din remains skeptical, but the woman's words give him pause. He relaxes slightly but keeps a watchful eye on the droid. "I've had my fair share of run-ins with droids. Can't say I trust them much," he admits gruffly.

The woman nods in understanding. "I understand, but please know that I built him myself and imbued him with the same spirit of loyalty and honor that I strive to embody. He has been with my brother and me through the toughest of battles. You have nothing to fear from him, Mandalorian."

Din considers her words for a moment, then gives a curt nod. "I'll take your word for it, but if that thing tries anything funny, he's getting a blaster bolt to the head."

The woman chuckles. "I wouldn't expect any less from a Mandalorian. But I assure you, Beeb is on our side."

As if sensing his hesitation, Beeb lets out a series of friendly beeps and chirps, rolling closer to Din and nuzzling against his leg. Din glances down at the droid, surprised by the show of affection.

The woman smiles knowingly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "See? He's harmless."

Din grudgingly nods, still unsure of the droid's intentions. But he knows that he can trust the woman and by extension, Beeb. For now, at least.

Approaching him with confidence, the woman strides towards Din, her height just slightly shorter than his own. As she draws nearer, she speaks her name with a voice as soothing as a gentle stream and extends her hand for him to take, a gesture of respect and greeting.

Din takes a moment to compose himself before taking her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot up his arm as they shake hands. He quickly withdraws his hand and takes a step back, surprised at his own reaction.

The woman raises an eyebrow, noticing his sudden shift in demeanor. "Is something wrong?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

Din shakes his head, trying to push aside the strange sensation that lingers in his hand. "No, nothing's wrong. It's just that...I don't usually shake hands with strangers."

The woman chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I understand. But I hope we can become more than strangers, Mandalorian."

"Mando. Call me Mando." Din says finally, the word rolling off his tongue with a certain weight.

He can sense the woman's surprise at his response, but he remains firm. He has learned to keep his true name hidden, even from those he trusts.

The woman's gaze locks onto Din's, and as she speaks his name, it rolls off her tongue like a sweet melody, a word to be savored and cherished. "Mando," she murmurs, her voice carrying the weight of reverence and admiration.

A stirring sensation dances in Din's chest as the woman utters his name once more. He's never heard it spoken with such curiosity and esteem, and the sound of it from her lips sends shivers down his spine.

"Shall we go, Mando?" With a graceful motion of her hand, the woman gestures toward the direction they should take.

Din nods in understanding, feeling drawn to her enigmatic presence. "Lead the way," he says, a subtle hint of admiration in his voice.

With steadfast purpose, the pair sets out on their journey, each step resolute and unyielding. Their goal is clear, a daunting challenge ahead, as Beeb follows along faithfully. Their mission: to rescue the Child, to keep the Imperial Agents at bay, and to ensure the youngling's safety at all costs.

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