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Stardust || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Friends to Lovers au

Summary: If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags/ warnings: himbo-ish jk, so much fluff idk where it came from, smut in the forms of: unintentional masturbation turned coregasm, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex (because that’s really cool), mirror sex, doggy style, technically multiple orgasms, they’re both giggly and in love it’s kinda gross, jk is a tits man, he’s obsessed with boobs, it’s all very tame and kinda soft ig

Notes: yay first fic of 2023. this was way harder to write than i’d anticipated, hopefully i pulled through. and if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t!

<3 thank you to my prettiest baby @4amj3zz for reading this atrocity before i posted it

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If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star.

A friendship that’s near impossible to come by, crafted by the hands of a higher being— delicate fingertips moulding fickle personalities and emotions that seem incomplete when not together. Two angels sent to earth to be each others’ number one in another life they’ll spend together.

Precious, like naturally formed diamonds.

And maybe that’s what your friendship was, one of the world’s little treasures. One everyone yearns for, though only a select few have.

Sure, diamonds can be replicated, graphite turned jewelry, simply there for show. A statement piece if you must.

Fake diamonds and fake friendships that seem to be more common than the real deal. Hard to crack, though not impossible— splitting the two of you up into pitiful shards and lost pieces; where even the most skilled hands have trouble putting it back together.

Jungkook doesn’t remember life before you. Though he thinks it must have been dull, flimsy smiles, and friends that hadn’t bothered to call once they moved away.

His existence so easily forgotten, that the gnawing sadness didn’t seem to last as long as he’d anticipated. Simply walking the path of life alone, though he often thought solitude wasn’t all that bad.

Until your worlds had collided. The big bang of your friendship, a new world, a new start, everything so fresh and untampered with.

He’d thought about what life would be like if one day the two of you were to ever part ways, the very thought of you not being by his side like a harsh punch the gut.

And maybe he had gotten a little teary eyed on those evenings he felt a little softer, a little sadder at the thought of you ever leaving. His hands fumbling around his sheets for his phone, your voice his only remedy for his growing anxiety, where promises were whispered and sleepy smiles remained on your faces as you rested.

Jungkook doubts that day will ever come. And maybe that’s all just wishful thinking, a juvenile dream that the promise you’d made to one another would hold strong for the rest of time, until the two of you lay six feet under. Resting side by side until your bodies rot, flesh becoming one with the earth, what is left of your existence blossoming into something beautiful; perhaps a tree, a flower, truly anything, as long as you were together.

“Together?” you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes, eyebrows creasing in distaste.

Jungkook thinks you look pretty in that moment, even if you are pulling a face at him. The two of you sat at a bench in the park, your head haloed by the setting sun, last of the days warmth kissing both your skin in a gentle goodbye before the moon watches over the two of you.

Littles galaxies reflected in both your eyes, where Jungkook thinks each star in his represents one thing he loves about you; hidden behind the moonlight because he doubt yours represent the same.

“Yes” he nods, hair flopping a little over his forehead, and you push the stray strands out of his eyes. Fingers delicate as they brush over his skin, always so gentle with him that his heart flutters like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

“Kook, I love you— you know I do” and he nods, lips quirking up a little, “But working out just, isn’t for me” you conclude, tone firm and his shoulders deflate. Because he knows it’ll take more than glossy puppy eyes and a pout for you to give in.

“First off, I love you too—“

“Thank you” you nod. But Jungkook doesn’t think you understand the weight behind those words.

“And look, how do you know it’s not for you, if you’ve never tried?”

“You put me off” and Jungkook would have thought you were joking if you didn’t have that deadpan look on your face. One he was all too familiar with.

“Huh” he gawks, “How?”

“You always complain about sore muscles, and the thought of being sweaty grosses me out” your head tips forward dramatically, cushioned by your arms from the table.

“It’s a good ache” he watches you turn your head, lips moulded into an unconvinced pout as you stare up at him through your lashes.

“There is no such thing as a good ache, Jungkook”

“Is too”

“When?” you flail, unbothered as Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists.

“Sex ache”

You pause, “Excuse me?”

“You know?” he cocks his head to the side.

“No” you shake your head in utter disbelief.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open, “You’re a little pillow princess aren’t you, I bet you don’t do any of the work”

“Do too, besides—“ you swallow, “It’s none of your business” you pull your hands free of his grasp.

“Come on, I feel like we’re at a point in this relationship we can share these things” his cheek rests atop of your head, each syllable pulled out into a whine.

“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Jungkook” you huff.

You watch him sit up ramrod straight, brain whirring behind his eyes. You think that if he thought any harder you’d be able to hear the echo of his voice.

“Actually, I don’t really wanna hear about yours either” his nose scrunches up, melting your resolve.

A secret charm of his that he didn’t know he had; and you’d never tell him either, no way in hell would you let him weaponize your weakness against you when your heart could barely stand being sat so close to him.

“Best friends don’t always share everything” you quip, only it leaves a tangy taste on your tongue.

“I suppose” Jungkook nods, evidently less enthusiasm radiating off him.

Best friends. It always wet your mood. Like sour candy that’s too sour, or a cute dog that’s breath smells like a rotting carcass.

But that’s what you were, introductions to new classmates or new lovers; it was always best friends. Two simple words that felt like utter shit to say, tumbling past your lips like vomit and then you had to rawdog the aftertaste because you don’t have any toothpaste or mints nearby.

Never anything less, even though there was definitely a lot more going on between the two of you. (Not that either of you had any idea about that.)

It’s a wonder as to how neither of you had grasped the fact that every previous relationship the two of you had, had ended because of the other. Nothing ever seeming to fit in place, the click never being there when it came to someone else.

Communication is key in upholding a relationship of any kind, issues easily resolved with hours of conversation turned mutual understanding, and progression made with a mix of both actions and words. As two people whose love languages were physical touch, the former is just as important as the latter.

One of the only reasons your friendship has lasted this long, is that you both value each other enough to communicate when necessary.

Apart from when you could probably really use it, unidentifiable emotions weaving into your hearts, mixed with a dose of denial can really set you back when you’re near infatuated with your closest friend.

It’s not that either of you had never considered a relationship with one another, others outside your little bubble had brought it up enough times that the meager possibility of it actually happening had been cemented into your thick skulls.

Something nice tickling both your brains at the fact so many people thought you were together together; like, in love together.

Long gone were the days where you’d blurt out your denial to dating accusations with rose dusted cheeks, simply believing the world had a thing against opposite sex friendships. Now, the two of you just laughed off whoever liked to comment on how good you looked as a couple. (Which had brought more than a few of Jungkook’s relationships to turmoil)

It’s just that neither of you believed the other wanted anything more than friendship. A rookie mistake on both your parts, especially when you’d both establish that every and all emotions were to be discussed with one another, no matter what you felt.

“One time” you break the silence, any way to ease the growing tension between the two of you “I’ll work out with you one time. And never again”

You watch the smile as it pulls at the corner of his lips, the prettiest smile, your favorite smile, enough of a reward for whatever pain you’re about to put yourself through. Because as long as Jungkook was happy, then you’d crawl to the ends of the earth if it meant you got to see this smile one more time.

“I love you” he bends down, sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek and you can’t help your own smile, heated cheeks covered as you swat him away from your face. Wiping his saliva from your skin with the back of your hand.

“Whatever” you tut, though Jungkook sees through your faux annoyance.

“We can use my at-home gym as well, so we won’t even be in public”

“Wonderful. Let’s go back now, I’m gonna freeze my tits off if we stay any later”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s gaze flickering down to your chest, lingering a little longer than proper before he’s slinging his zip-up hoodie around your shoulders. Eyes flickering down to his hands briefly before he’s knocking shoulders with you.

“Chivalry isn’t dead” you utter, falling into Jungkook’s side when his arm falls over your shoulder.

✯ ✯ ✯

Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs when he worked out.

You were no stranger to him training, countless vacations together, where the morning was spent with him doing press-up on the balcony or the occasional few times he’d bench-press you for a laugh.

You’d never found it funny though, pussy throbbing between your thighs as he’d grab onto you, arms flexing deliciously. And he never seemed to question why you’d lock yourself up in your room after, purely a coincidence that you’d disappear for an hour after his little stunt.

You were no stranger to a half naked Jungkook either.

Nor were you a juvenile teenager whose panties got in a twist when she saw a toned stomach.

However, this wasn’t just any toned stomach.

Jeon Jungkook was built like Adonis. Carved where every crevice had meaning and every flaw only enhanced his beauty. And it’s hard to think the bushy haired, acne prone teen boy you’d first befriended had turned into this.

If puberty had benefited anyone, it was Jungkook.

“We’ll do something easy today, okay?” he claps and you nod, watching as he saunters over to a basket.

“Pink or blue” he holds up two yoga mats.

“I didn’t think you were into rhinestones” you snort, sun catching on the bedazzled rim of the pink mat— streaks of pink painting the wall.

Jungkook drops said mat, chucking you the blue one before he’s dropping to his knees on the floor.

“It’s one of my exes” he tells you, motioning for you to sit.

If people were flowers, then this is the moment you would have wilted. Deflating in on yourself; it’s not that you were jealous per-say. It’s not like him and his ex were dating at all but still. The very mention of her was enough for you to roll your eyes.

“And you didn’t throw it out?” the words hurdle out your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying.

“No?” his eyes meet your own, “I’m not throwing away good gym equipment”

You sigh, somehow expecting no less from him. Jungkook was a man of many skills, and he’d hounded you to try hobby after hobby with him— but nothing got him going like a good work out. If all other passion in life disappeared then he would still have working out as his escape.

You sigh, “I have somewhere to be later, so let’s hurry this up” a little white lie, but that never hurt anyone.

“You’re not going on another one of those shitty blind dates, are you?” he groans and you whine.

“I told you, I’m never going on any of those ever again”

“You better not” he unrolls his mat, and you follow.

“Or what?” you turn your nose up at him and Jungkook’s foot collides with your thigh.

“On your back, you brat.”

✯ ✯ ✯

“How much more” you flop against the mat, eyes closing.

“That was only the warm up” Jungkook hums, pushing himself up off the floor.

You hear him walk to the other side of the room, cupboard door creaking open as he rummages around for something.

You peek up at him through your lashes when he throws a towel over your back.

“Roll that up” he motions towards it, coming to sit beside you, “And up onto your back again”

Your eyes widen by a fraction when he gently takes the towel out of your hands, pushing your knees apart before he’s closing them; towel stuffed between your thighs.

Your gaze travels down the length of your body, thighs twitching as Jungkook’s fingers wrap around your ankles.

“All you have to do is raise your legs like this okay?” and he demonstrates, making sure to keep your legs straight as he lifts them to a ninety degree angle from your torso. “Leg raises should be easy, even for you” he hums.

“What’s that supposed to mean” you snap, ready to push yourself up, except Jungkook’s hands press down over your chest.

“Hey! No complaining”

You swallow thickly, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you as you raise your legs on your own this time.

“Pretty good, remember to tense your core when you do it, okay?”

You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you do as you’re told.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body hyper aware of each small movement the towel has right over your clit. Pussy throbbing inside your panties and you worry your slick had started to soak through your shorts.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to take notice of your growing predicament, hands hovering over your calf to make sure you’re raising your legs all the way. Though that’s the least of your worries as you feel each new wave of unadulterated pleasure pulse through your core.

“Not so bad huh?” he grins.

It’s a strange sensation, pure arousal ebbing up your body, every brush of your panties over your clit, weight of the towel over your slit slowly bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm.

“I don’t think—“ you start, cutting yourself off with an arm covering your face at a particularly intense wave of arousal. Your stomach tightening at the feeling.

“Just a few more, you’re doing great”

“Kook, I really don’t think—“ your hand clamps over your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers take hold of your legs, helping you raise them; and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. And you can’t help the surprised moan that drips off your lips.

Your knees bend, nudging against your tits as your hand falls over your sodden pussy, dull wave of your orgasm throbbing throughout your body.

Jungkook looks down at you, eyes wide as you simply lay there with your hands between your legs.

“Did you just piss yourself?” he asks, mouth falling open in awe.

“What the fuck?” you cry, “I just came you idiot”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, “Oh” he nods, “Oh. You had a— holy shit”

“Don’t look at me like that” your eyes glaze over with tears, heat prickling up your body in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened”

Your feet fall to the floor, towel falling from between your thighs as you let out a stuttered breath, body still buzzing with the after affects or your surprise orgasm.

“Jungkook?” you peek up at him through hooded eyes, heart pattering so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes meet your own, “That was so fucking hot” he groans, “Looked so pretty”

You watch as his hand rubs over his shorts, his own arousal hard to hide as his head tips back in a way that extenuates his neck.

“Huh?” your eyes widen, willing yourself to not look at what his hands were doing.

“Should have known something like this would have turned you on”

“I wasn’t even turned on” you exasperate, “I clenched my core like you said and it just happened”

“Mhmm” and you can tell he’s unconvinced.

“Stop rubbing your dick, you horny piece of shit” you clamp a hand over your eyes, thighs clenching when he lets out a deep groan.

“Can’t help it” he lets out a sigh, “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d look like when you came, shame it wasn’t on my cock”

Your hand falls from your eyes, “Dreaming?”

“God, haven’t I made it obvious?” he asks, his own hands falling to his sides, though now you have a full view of his straining erection.

“Made what obvious?” you whisper.

“That I like you” he asks and you gawk at him.

“You, like me? I’ve been trying to hint that I like you” you point at him, mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Huh?” it’s Jungkook’s turn for furrowed brows, “I swear you didn’t like me”

“I could have sworn you didn’t like me”

Jungkook snorts, “When did I ever say that?”

“You’re unbelievable”

“Me? What about you?”

Your body lays flaccid, muscles loose; heart hammering in your ears as Jungkook leans back on his hands.

“How long?” you ask, not daring to look up at him.

“High school”

You push a palm into the socket of your eye, low groan rumbling up your throat, “I’ve liked you since, I don’t know, probably high school as well”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice soft and you can feel yourself tearing up— so many emotions plaguing your mind at once you don’t know how to feel.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, “I could say the same thing about you” you huff.

“Why’re you crying” he frowns, thumb gentle as it brushes against your damp cheek.

“We wasted so many years. I seriously thought— you’ve had so many girlfriends”

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same, I guess I thought my feelings would go away if I gave my heart to someone else. And then you started dating around too and I really thought I’d never have a chance”

“Me too” you sigh, nose scrunching up in distaste for all your failed relationships.

“Guess it didn’t work out for either of us huh?” he hums and you nod.

“I think we’re both stupid” you murmur.

And Jungkook nods, “I agree”

“What do we do now?” you push yourself up onto your elbows, frown on your face.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook’s head hovers over your own, the sun meeting the moon at the same point in the sky— your eclipse. The rest of your world suddenly shrouded in darkness, all you can see, think, smell, everything just Jungkook.

You nod, eyes flitting across his face as his arms cage your head. You can see his biceps flexing in your peripherals, thick muscle straining under the weight of his torso.

Jungkook’s lips hover over your own, a breaths width away from touching. You tilt your head up, pillowy lips cushioning your own and that’s when everything falls into place.

There’s nothing desperate about the kiss, ever so gentle and slow, the two of you aware that lost time can be made up in the future as you simply bask in this moment; your worlds aligning, tilting on the same axis, everything just perfect and right, and your hearts beating in sync, and breathing stuttered as you both pull away with hesitance.

Your hands cup Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes searching his own for anything, just something to tell you this wasn’t all a dream— that he really did like you back.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” he whispers, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips.

“No” you smile, giggle bubbling up your throat and Jungkook can’t help but grin down at you.

“I’ll tell you every day, all the time. You’ll get sick of me”

“I could never get sick of you, Jungkook” you push yourself up onto your elbows, noses bumping.

He tilts his head, kiss firm, and you moan as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent plea for access.

You oblige, arms slung over his shoulders as you bring his body closer to your own, heat radiating off the two of you in thick waves.

“You taste so good” he groans, hands wandering down your body, teasing as they pull up the hem of your hoodie, “Want this off”

Your fingers tug at the offending material, dragging it up your body, “Hang on” you pull away from the kiss, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the sight of you. Red swollen lips, a sheen of his saliva coating them.

You pull your hoodie over your head, throwing it somewhere, a problem for later. Thighs clenching as Jungkook stares down at you— eyes wandering.

“And this” his fingers skim over the edge of your sports bra, dancing over your skin, mapping you out of every little spot he wants to kiss.

You hesitate.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable” Jungkook’s smile is gentle, retracting his hands and you want to whine at the loss of contact.

“I want to” you tell him, hoping the shake in your voice didn’t sound too unconvincing. The incessant throbbing between your legs wouldn’t go away unless Jungkook helped you out and your patience was slowly wearing thin.

“But?” he urges.

“I’m nervous” you admit and he smiles; reassuring.

“How can I help?”

You squirm under his gaze, fizzling embarrassment painting your cheeks red, “Can we both—“ you cut yourself off with a whine.

“Come on, gotta use your words, my love”

“Can we both get naked” you splutter, “At the same time?”

Jungkook’s head falls back, fully belly laugh wracking through his body, “Of course”

You tug your shorts off, Jungkook following you; a pile of both your clothes laying forgotten by your head. You’re too distracted tugging your sports bra off to see Jungkook’s length slap against his stomach. Tip of his cock an angry red, his fingers barely touching his shaft as he closes them around the length.

“Oh” he croons, “How pretty. Can I touch you?”

You nod, falling onto your back.

Jungkook’s careful as he touches you, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, testing the waters as he tugs at them, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Feels good?” his voice low, and you nod; hips involuntarily bucking upwards when you finally cast a glance at his length. Eyes widening a little in awe.

His fingers dig into your flesh, and he bends down, lips closing around one of your nipples. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin; tugging in a way that sends warm pleasure straight to your core.

He kisses over your chest, lips worshipping your skin, fingers skimming over the underside of your boob.

Each gentle press of his lips are searing as he works down your body. And your breath hitches as his hovers over your pussy, folds glistening with your arousal.

“Oh baby” he groans, and your thighs twitch as his warm breath fans over your core.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, impatient as they tug him closer to where you need him; an embarrassed whine falling past your lips when he kisses over you clit, once, then twice.

“Jungkook” you squeak, legs tensing when he finally wraps his lips around it, tongue flicking at your clit meanly.

He simply hums, vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure straight through your body, another gush of wetness dribbling from your hole. Jungkook wastes no time, fingers scooping up your leaking arousal before he’s pushing them into you.

“Oh” your chest stutters a breath as he pulls his fingers out of you, tongue licking a broad stripe over your cunt before his thumb brushes over your clit.

“You like that?” he asks, though the question was rhetorical as he repeats the motion. Tongue teasing over your hole before he’s lapping up your slick; sucking at your folds, squelching lewd accompanied by each hearty moan.

Your thighs start to shake, clamping around Jungkook’s head though that barely deters him, as he pushes your legs open by your knees.

“Stop. Kook— please” you whimper, “wanna cum around your cock”

That catches his attention, and with one final kiss to your clit he’s pushing himself onto his elbows.

Jungkook looks like the epitome of sin, slick stained chin and swollen red lips, unashamed as he licks your arousal off his face, humming in satisfaction as your chest stutters out a breath.

“Lemme get a condom” he murmurs, lips pressing another kiss over your knee before he’s pushing himself to stand. Your eyes follow his body, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach with every step he takes.

“Hopefully they’re not expired” he calls from the other room, and you giggle at that, “We’re good” he flashes you a grin as he drops back between your legs; foil wrapper held between two fingers.

You watch his fingers run down his length, thumb brushing over his slit and you feel slick dribble out of your hole as a bead of pre-cum coats the head of his cock shiny.

“Please” your head tips back, hands impatient as they tug at your nipples; Jungkook completely entranced by the sight. “Hurry, hurry” you nudge his thigh with your foot, and albeit reluctant, he tears his eyes away from your tits.

He rips the condom open with his teeth, a cheesy attempt at seducing you, and you weren’t about to tell him all he had to do was breathe and you panties would dampen.

He rolls the rubber down his length, fingers wrapping around his cock as he tugs a few times. You choose that moment to flip yourself over, hips raised as your chest lays flat against the floor and Jungkook moans.

“My pretty baby” he croons, hands roaming your ass before he’s pulling your cheeks apart; eyes fixed on your clenching cunt. Ever so enticing, silently begging to be filled and fucked until you can’t think or walk; a perfect excuse for Jungkook to pamper you a little.

You wiggle your hips, giggle muffled in the crook of your elbow has he parts your lips with his thumb, gently dipping into you hole before he’s pulling out.

“Please, Jungkook”

And that’s all it takes for him to line the head of his cock up with you entrance, tip nudging against your clit before he’s pushing into you; every inch stretching you apart deliciously.

“So good” you sigh, walls clenching around him and Jungkook can’t help the stutter of his hips, punching the air out of your lungs at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry—“ his fingers dig into your hips, “Just feels so good, sucking me in”

You rock back onto his cock, breathy moan tumbling past your lips as your ass meets his pelvis; cock fully tucked into your pussy.

“Give me a moment” you shudder, body thrumming in anticipation.

Jungkook hums, hands wandering your body, fingers dancing over your skin. A surprised moan echoes throughout the room as his hands grab both your tits, squeezing them, fingers rubbing over both your nipples sending hot pleasure straight to your cunt.

He can feel you rhythmically clenching around him, walls sucking him in as you rock forward an inch before you’re sinking back down on his length.

“Okay” you nod, fingers holding onto the edge of the yoga mat.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling out to the tip, hips slow as he plunges back into you.

“Mhmm”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You can’t help each near pornographic moan that’s pushed out of you with each harsh slap of Jungkook’s hips meeting your ass, skin smacking wet as your slick coats your thighs.

“So good for me” his head tips back, arms hooking around your bent elbows.

You let out a squeak as he sits you up, and your walls constrict around his length as he pushes deeper inside of you, gush of wetness clinging to his thighs.

“So good” your head tips back onto his shoulder, knees helping you bounce up his length.

Your back arches when the head of cock hits your g-spot, ring of creamy slick gathering at the base of his cock each time you pull up to the tip.

“Look at that” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, one hand tangling into your hair as the other settles over your throat.

He tugs your head up, and you catch your reflection in the full length mirror; insides of your thighs coated in a sheen of your slick, Jungkook’s hips thrusting his cock up into you, both your bodies glistening with sweat.

The red hue of your cheeks flushes down your neck and chest, shade darkening with each wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook helps you bounce in his lap.

He watches your tits bounce, both his hands wandering to grab them, pulling your back closer to chest as he pounds into you.

“I’m gonna cum” you hiccup, hands scrambling to hold onto his bicep as your other hand travels down your body, fingers gathering up your slick before you’re circling your clit.

You thighs start to shake, crescent moons indented into your skin as Jungkook’s grip on your chest tightens, your walls throbbing around his cock, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

“Yeah?” his hips stutter, “Come for me then, pretty. Let’s come together”

You moan, fingers unrelenting as you thrum at your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm wracks throughout your entire body when it hits, stomach tensing as your cum coats Jungkook cock, which twitches as he thrusts up into you.

He holds you down on his length, deep groan rumbling through his chest as he shoots his seed into the condom, your walls continuing to milk him of everything he’s got.

“Good girl” he soothes, hands falling to your hips as you fall forwards, cheek pressed against the mat as Jungkook pulls out, thrusting back into you gently.

“Thank you” you whimper, thighs tensing as he pulls himself out of your sodden pussy, folds glistening creamy white.

✯ ✯ ✯

Everything feels right. The two of you tucked into Jungkook’s bed after a shower, both your hands roaming one another’s bodies.

You’d clung to Jungkook’s back as he’d cooked you both dinner, work-out long forgotten as you’d both worked up an appetite. Muscles too sore, too achey, to even think of carrying on anything that isn’t wrapping up warm in each others’ arms.

It’s strange how so much, but nothing had changed. You still danced around each other with practiced ease, hands still feathery light, skimming over hips and backs, where legs are tangled under blankets, cold feet on warm skin.

There was something mellow in the air, a film of freedom, hearts on your sleeves for one another to see, where kisses felt softer, deeper in promise and love.

All the ‘I love yous’ holding the right weight, both understanding that the love you feel is the right kind of love.

He’d thought about it a lot, from the day you’d both confessed; messy, but a confession nonetheless. (And he had made sure to ask you to be his girlfriend in a more romantic setting than his spare room turned gym). That maybe the time growing up as just friends wasn’t wasted.

Failed relationships and sticky breakups simply teaching the two of you the right way to love.

Learning the give and take of relationships, what it truly meant to be in love with another person. Where you want nothing more than their happiness, a pure sort of adoration that consumes your entire being until they’re always on your mind. Small, seemingly insignificant parts of life reminding you of them. Trinkets in corner shops or the changes in season, certain smells, textures of clothing.

Learning about what you want for yourselves and how to take care of one another.

So he doesn’t regret all those years spent as just friends. Because maybe the two of you were too young, too eager, too scared about something as precious as true love. Growing up together, as just friends, might have brought the two of you closer than rushed first loves and petty arguments that you’d look back on and regret.

Red string. Stars. Fate. Destiny. Any of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what brought the two of you together, two souls intertwined until you both part ways when your lights flicker out. Though he thinks you’d reignite them wherever the two of you end up later on, new lives, new worlds. New everything, where he gets to learn about you all over again, explore your being, as you explore his, and you’re moulding into one another once more.

He wonders how long you’ve both been laying there, lips pulled up into lazy smiles, kiss swollen; little galaxies reflected in both your eyes.

Where every glistening star is a reason as to why you love each other. Your galaxies shining with a million different reasons, moonlight no longer veiling what lay beneath.

Because Jungkook thinks, if people were made of stardust before they were born. There’s no doubt in his mind, the two of you were made from the same star.

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honey-milk-depresso · 4 months

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dating HCs for Clotted Cream and Stardust Cookie?

CRK Dating HCS with Clotted Cream and Stardust!

Clotted Cream Cookie

He’s a sucker for classy, candlelit dinner dates, so he would definitely do that with you.

He’d probably sneak the two of you out of the convocation building to the garden outside, to the place he usually goes to have time for himself.

Clotted Cream hopes you like it, he consulted with Financier to set up a nice spot with crisp white tablecloth with gold linen and fancy blue cushioned chairs to keep you comfy there. The waterfalls that forms streams of burbles as it travels along its bed, bubbling over rocks and branches behind you, the cream white pillars standing in peaceful silence and blue birds that fly around and watch the two of you on your date as the warm candles around you create the romantic atmosphere that he wants to create.

Of course being the gentleman he is, he pulls your chair for you and lets you sit down first with that charming and charismatic smile of his. His heart however is thumping so fast out of anxiety. He knows he’s got nothing to fear, but he just doesn’t want to screw up anything.

The date is quiet and peaceful, with playful banter between you two, Clotted Cream sliding a little flirty and respectful compliment here and there as the two of you laugh gently and quietly into the night, his hand on top of yours.

Top quality food is what you deserve! Clotted Cream prepared a wide variety of food for you both: with a high tea set, served on fancy plates and made by the top chefs of the Creme Republic. It’s only natural, after all.

Clotted Cream can’t help but smile warmly (or like a lovestruck idiot-) as you laughed at his joke quietly and sweetly with that beautiful smile of yours, the candles illuminating your presence in a warm glow like the angelic being you are to him. <3

Stardust Cookie

He planned a date with you across the cosmos, no surprise, but with a twist.

Stardust wanted to impress you (or at least show that he’s trying his best here) and took time to learn about Earthbread-bound concepts into the date, to make it more ✨romantic✨.

Obviously, it’s his first time even having any sort of outing with one cookie, and you’re just so important to him he’s nervous maybe he’ll flunk it. He’s foreign to this concepts and he’s scared but he wants to show he loves you dearly.

With the help of Milky Way, Space Doughnut, Gingerbrave and Friends, Stardust managed to put together a picnic for you outer space on a planet he used to find solitude in, but now he has someone to be with him and that somebody is you. He’s pretty much only got Earthbread snacks (and stuff Space Doughnut likes) and was pretty nervous whether you’ll judge him for his choices, or that they are even good in the first place. Of course, you reassure him that you’re having a wonderful time, it’s true! As the two of you enjoy the cosmos from your view, leaning your head on his shoulder and in a warm embrace.

Alternatively, it’s another candlelit dinner date but in Milky Way’s Express Train! She decided to go off duty for the day, just for you two! Stardust is immensely grateful for her help, and she and Space Doughnut acts as his two wingmen for the whole date as caterer and also the driver, Milky Way we still need you to operate this train-

Space Doughnut serves you every Earthbread food Gingerbrave and friends recommend, and just for you two they resist eating any of them although you two definitely gave them some food to share which they were happy about.

You and Spacedust look out to the window, the moving train showing breathtaking landscapes of the cosmos, galaxies swirling with such sparkle and glamour as he holds your hand in his. He briefly turns back to you, seeing you face the window with a peaceful smile before you turned to face him when you felt him staring and smiled back at him sweetly. His heart melts as he smiled back. <3

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naomeii · 6 months

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Celestial Threads.

—Pairings: Morax x Goddess! Reader

Content : Angst to comfort, platonic! Xiao x reader, mentions of death, tiny bit of spoilers? about the archon war.

Synopsis: Threads of destiny lead to a revelation. As stars align, ancient lovers stand on the cusp of rediscovery, unraveling a tale of enduring love and divine destiny.

In the age when gods walked among mortals, when the winds carried whispers of celestial tales, there existed a love that transcended the eons – a love between the Geo Archon, known as Morax, now Zhongli, and the Goddess of Stars, Y/n. Bound by fate and forged in the crucible of countless years, their connection withstood the tests of time and the turmoil of the Archon War.

In those ancient days, Y/n, with her luminous presence, stood as the Goddess of Stars, a divine being revered by both adepti and mortals alike. Morax, the stoic and wise Geo Archon, ruled over Liyue with a firm yet just hand. Guizhong, the God of Dust, completed their celestial trio, and together, they shaped the destiny of Teyvat.

The love between Morax and Y/n was no secret. Their hearts beat in unison, their souls intertwined like constellations in the night sky. As the Archon War raged on, their bond became a beacon of hope, a reminder that even amidst chaos, love could endure.

The turning point came when Guizhong, their dear companion, perished in the crucible of battle. The weight of grief hung heavy on their hearts. Yet, the war persisted, refusing to release its grip on the realm. In a desperate attempt to protect their people, Morax and Y/n, mourning the loss of Guizhong, sought to move their citizens to what would become Liyue Harbor.

However, tragedy struck again. In a heart-wrenching moment, Y/n, trying to save a human child, faced her demise right before Morax's eyes. As she was turning into dust, she spoke, "Hold my hand for the last time, my love," as her ethereal form dissipated, turning into stardust that scattered in the wind. Morax couldn't do anything as his lover vanished, and could only choke up sobs that could be heard everywhere, the ever so stoic God, on his knees, crying for the loss of his lover. Zhongli, now, could only hold her hand one last time as the battle continued, leaving him to mourn the love he thought he had lost.

Years passed, and the war eventually came to an end. Morax, still grieving and burdened by the weight of solitude, took on the mortal guise of Zhongli. By his side stood Xiao, the vigilant Yaksha, a witness to the eons of grief etched on Morax's face.

Meanwhile, Y/n experienced a different fate. Instead of succumbing to death, her celestial essence invoked a deep slumber, creating a domain where her powers could protect her. Even in her sleep, she remained connected to the events unfolding in Teyvat.

In the quiet emptiness of her celestial sleep, Y/n heard a voice that shattered the ethereal silence. The revelation that she hadn't perished but rather entered a deep slumber resonated within her being. Awakening after eons, she found herself surrounded by a peaceful landscape that hinted at the war's conclusion.

Fearful of facing Zhongli in his new guise, Y/n made her way to Wangshu Inn, knowing that Alatus, now called Xiao, often sought solace there. The Inn, perched in Dihua Marsh, became a refuge for the Yaksha adeptus. "Y/n!?" he was bewildered.

In the quietude of Wangshu Inn, Y/n found an unexpected companion in Xiao. The Yaksha adeptus, usually reserved and distant, was bewildered by the revelation that the goddess presumed dead for eons stood before him, alive and well. Although he would never admit it, Xiao had found a source of comfort and understanding in Y/n, akin to a motherly figure, though the words remained unspoken.

Y/n's sheepish smile greeted Xiao's perplexed gaze. The conversation unfolded as Xiao explained the passage of time, recounting how Rex Lapis had taken the guise of Zhongli and now worked at Wangshu Inn. He detailed Zhongli's unwavering grief over Y/n's presumed demise, a grief that had lingered for centuries. Y/n admitted she knew of Zhongli's mourning but wasn't ready to confront him.

With a hesitant agreement, Xiao swore among the stars to keep Y/n's incarnation a secret from Zhongli. The pact was sealed, and Y/n, with Xiao's discreet assistance, integrated herself into the daily workings of Wangshu Inn. She took up a job, becoming a subtle presence in the background, observing the world she had missed for eons.

Wangshu Inn became a haven of sorts, a place where Y/n could quietly navigate the realm of mortals. She didn't forge many connections, preferring the solitude of her thoughts. Occasionally, she would encounter the Traveler, Aether, with his long braided hair and striking outfit, and his companion Paimon, a petite figure resembling a fairy with white hair and a star-flecked cape.

The exchanges with the Traveler and Paimon were fleeting, yet they brought a sense of warmth to Y/n's celestial heart. Aether's unknown years of existence mirrored Y/n's timeless essence, creating an unspoken connection between them. Paimon's playful demeanor added a touch of whimsy to the encounters, and together, they shared moments of camaraderie against the backdrop of Liyue's ever-changing landscapes.

As Y/n observed the interplay of mortal lives, she couldn't deny the growing curiosity within her. The world had evolved, and she found herself entwined in its unfolding tapestry, a silent observer with a heart that had endured through the ages. Meanwhile, Zhongli, burdened with the memories of love and loss, wandered Liyue Harbor, finding solace in the memories of his beloved. His mourning was a poignant symphony, echoing through the city he had helped shape, and the stars above, a silent witness to the enduring tale of a love that surpassed the boundaries of time and existence.

"Say traveler, do you ever feel the weight of a presence that lingers, just beyond your grasp?" Zhongli pondered, his eyes reflecting the depth of ancient sorrows.

Before the traveler could reply, Paimon, oblivious to the true nature of Zhongli's musings, quipped, "Well, there's a new worker at Wangshu Inn. She's got this ethereal vibe, you know, and her knowledge rivals even yours, Zhongli! I, ummm, I think her name was Y/n!"

"Y/n?" he uttered, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his voice. Zhongli turned to Xiao, who bore a guilty look, a fleeting expression that didn't go unnoticed by the perceptive archon. Before Zhongli could delve into the mystery, Paimon indecisively changed the topic, diverting Zhongli's attention elsewhere.

Xiao, meanwhile, breathed a sigh of relief, the weight of secrecy momentarily lifted. The adeptus yearned for the reunion of two souls separated by time and fate. Deep down, he wanted Zhongli and Y/n to rediscover the bond that had endured the tumultuous currents of history. Yet, bound by a promise made among the stars, Xiao found himself torn between the desire for reunion and the commitment to keep Y/n's incarnation a clandestine affair.

As fate continued its intricate dance, Xiao couldn't escape the persistent longing for a resolution that would bring solace to the hearts of the old lovers and bridge the celestial gap that had kept them apart for so long.

As days turned into nights at Wangshu Inn, Xiao found himself caught between the shadows of secrecy and the spark of longing that flickered within Zhongli's gaze. The Yaksha adeptus, ever reserved and distant, couldn't ignore the unspoken desire for the two ancient lovers to reunite. Xiao had sworn among the stars to keep Y/n's continued existence hidden from Zhongli, a promise he held with a heavy heart.

One evening, as Xiao and Zhongli were quietly conversing in a serene ambiance, a slip of the tongue threatened to unravel the carefully woven tapestry of secrecy. Xiao, usually composed and vigilant, found himself momentarily lost in the nostalgia that lingered in the air.

"Zhongli," Xiao began, his gaze fixated on the distant horizon beyond Liyue. "Have you ever felt the echoes of a long-lost presence, as if the stars themselves whispered tales of forgotten bonds?"

Zhongli, intrigued by Xiao's cryptic words, turned his attention to the Yaksha. "What do you mean, Xiao?"

Caught in the currents of emotions, Xiao hesitated. The weight of his unspoken words hung in the air like the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms. "There are threads that bind souls across time, Archon. Threads that withstand the ages, refusing to be severed."

Zhongli, his curiosity piqued, furrowed his brows. "Whose threads are you referring to, Xiao?"

In that moment, a gust of wind carried the celestial scent of osmanthus, weaving through the conversation like a delicate melody. Xiao, realizing the precarious ground he stood on, cast a brief, apologetic glance at Zhongli.

"I spoke in riddles, Archon. Pay it no mind," Xiao replied, attempting to steer the conversation away from the precipice of revelation.

However, the spark of realization flickered in Zhongli's eyes, a subtle recognition that Xiao's words were more than mere riddles. The Yaksha adeptus had unintentionally unveiled the presence of a celestial being, and the consequences of that slip lingered in the air like an unanswered question.

As fate continued its intricate dance, the celestial secret hovered between Zhongli and Y/n, an ethereal thread that waited to be acknowledged and woven into the tapestry of their shared history. Zhongli, with the wisdom accumulated over millennia, sensed the undercurrents of unspoken truths in Xiao's cryptic words. As the Yaksha adeptus faltered, Zhongli's keen intellect pieced together the fragments of information like an intricate puzzle.

He took a thoughtful sip of his osmanthus wine, the amber liquid reflecting the ages he had witnessed. Zhongli's gaze, sharp as the stone spears he once wielded, met Xiao's eyes. "Xiao, my friend, your words may be veiled, but the echoes of ancient bonds are not easily concealed. Threads that withstand time and space."

The Yaksha adeptus remained silent, acknowledging Zhongli's astuteness. The Geo Archon continued, "You may not have spoken outright, but the hints you've woven are not lost on me. Sometimes, the unspoken carries more weight than the spoken."

Zhongli, ever the perceptive strategist, understood that Xiao's oath among the stars was bound by the constraints of explicit revelation. With a thoughtful expression, he spoke again, "While you may not disclose her exact whereabouts, could you, perhaps, lead me to the threads you sensed? A subtle guide through the constellation of destinies."

Xiao, even if the name wasn't mentioned, knew whom Zhongli referred to. Torn between his promise and the desire for the two ancient lovers to reunite, he hesitated. The weight of secrecy pressed upon him, and he pondered the consequences of revealing even a fraction of the truth. Zhongli, patient as the mountains that stood tall in Liyue, awaited Xiao's response, knowing that unraveling the mysteries of the past required delicate steps.

In the inn's quietude, the celestial dance of stars continued overhead, casting a gentle glow on the Yaksha and the Archon, as the intertwined fate of Zhongli and Y/n hung in the balance. Xiao, torn between the weight of his promise and the desire to mend the long-separated lovers, wrestled with the nuances of his oath. He found a sliver of potential leeway in the wording of his vow. He hadn't explicitly sworn against guiding Zhongli to Y/n, only against directly revealing her presence.

As Xiao contemplated the moral intricacies, Zhongli observed the internal struggle in his companion. The Yaksha adeptus finally spoke, his voice carrying the burden of conflicting loyalties, "Zhongli, I vowed not to disclose Y/n's presence directly, but leading you to the threads of fate might be within the boundaries of that oath."

The Geo Archon, with a subtle nod, acknowledged Xiao's delicate distinction. "Lead me, then, Xiao."

With a somber determination, Xiao agreed, "I'll lead you to the threads, but it's up to you to follow them, Morax." The Yaksha adeptus, with a flicker of resolve in his gaze, prepared to navigate the celestial paths that intertwined the destinies of gods and stars, hoping that the reunion would bring solace to the ancient heart that mourned in silence.

The moon bathed Wangshu Inn in a gentle glow as Zhongli, with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, approached the figure sitting by the edge. Y/n's silhouette, adorned in the celestial radiance, stirred something ancient within him. As he called out her name, "Y/n..?",

the goddess turned, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still.

Her denial hung in the air, "I do not know whom you are talking about, perhaps you are mistaken." The Goddess spoke attempting to mask the truth. However, Zhongli, now fully immersed in the recognition of his beloved, wouldn't be swayed. With words wrapped in the echoes of shared memories, he questioned her absence and the long years of yearning that had persisted.

Y/n, unable to maintain the facade any longer, confessed. The tale of her deep slumber, the celestial domain, and the fear that had kept her away unfolded. Zhongli listened with a mix of emotions – relief, understanding, and a love that time hadn't dulled.

Their reconciliation unfolded beneath the luminous embrace of the moon. Zhongli, overwhelmed by the return of his cherished companion, felt the weight of millennia lifting. As their lips met in a tender kiss, the stars themselves seemed to shimmer in approval.

Curious, Y/n asked Zhongli how he had discovered her secret. His gaze shifted to Xiao, who stood at a respectful distance, an awkward expression etched across his face. Y/n, in a surprising twist, approached Xiao not with anger but gratitude. She thanked him for leading Zhongli to her, acknowledging the complexity of the promise he had upheld.

In the quiet of the night, beneath the watchful eyes of stars and moon, the reunited lovers finally embraced the beauty of their shared past.

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ineffabildaddy · 6 months

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ineffabildaddy fic masterlist

all my fics are aziraphale/crowley💙

you can read @bowtiepastabitch's analysis on some of the ways i explore queerness in my fics, with an excellent addition by @lalalunamoth, here!

i'm humbled to say that a few of my works have been recced by @fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic - you can read those posts here!

CURRENT WIP

long time listener, first time caller (E, 3/7 chapters posted) - crowley is in love with the voice of aziraphale fell, late-night radio host, and the face of the handsome stranger he passes in the park every day. what will happen when he introduces himself, and when he has to choose between them?

COMPLETED FICS

you're a mirror i cannot avoid (E, 1k) - south downs domestic, erotic softness as aziraphale reassesses what it means to be himself🪞 Tumblr | AO3

take me as your wife (E, 1.9k) - a chance romantic meeting between crowley and aziraphale in a country inn in the 1750s🍷

in your own time (E, 33k) - human priest au set in tadfield, in which crowley and aziraphale are childhood best friends finally reunited. catholic school, apple trees, hogback wood, holy sex, and more⛪️

Just Up The Stairs (E, 39k) - cowrite with @foolishlovers, art my @omens-for-ophelia! quiet, gentle and romantic neighbours human au featuring lots of music and harry the rabbit🐇

close (well, you couldn't get much closer) (E, 1.4k) - post-ineffable divorce shenanigans featuring crowley using a replica model of aziraphale's penis, through which aziraphale can feel... well, everything❗️

I'm Beginning to See the Light (E, 22k) - gentle enemies to ardent lovers office christmas party human au which quickly devolves into body worship and gender-affirming sex - transmasc az, service top crowley🎄⚧

Despite Knowing Better... (E, 10.9k) - aziraphale and fem!crowley deal with the ineffable divorce by meeting in the bookshop once a week to fuck, while attempting to hold each other at arm's length. things get messy in the process...💔

Strawberry Scripture (E, 6.5k) - pwp oneshot. aziraphale and fem!crowley celebrate averting the apocalypse by playing with food, and with crowley's scales...🍰🐍

ONGOING FICS

crosseyed and painless (E, 2.9k) - dom!az and fem!crowley pwp in which crowley has asked aziraphale to help her relax after a long day, and the results are not at all what she expects💦

Many Different Ways to Eat an Oyster (E, 6.5k) - aziraphale and crowley meet in ancient rome, where crowley admits that he's a virgin. aziraphale sets about putting this to rights immediately🦪

FICLETS, POEMS ETC.

i have waited (M, 0.4k) - poem in which crowley ponders how he has waited for aziraphale over the millennia🕰 Tumblr | AO3

core of a clementine (E, 0,5k) - touch-starved crowley explores the sweet torture of aziraphale's seemingly innocent, mundane actions🍊 Tumblr | AO3

you're so golden (E, 0.9k) - while coupling under cover of night in the garden of eden, crowley discovers that aziraphale has golden stretch-marks. and they aren't the only part of him that's golden...✨ Tumblr | AO3

Only in Dreams (E, 0.5k) - post-season 2 aziraphale pov musings, as he hopes to visit his lover in dreams, if not in the waking world🌫 Tumblr | AO3

Blasphemy (E, 0,4k) - crowley muses about holiness, blasphemy, and how they interact with sex with aziraphale✝️ Tumblr | AO3

Do You Remember? (E, 0.8k) - aziraphale reflects on his first time with crowley - a time in which "they aren't talking" post-season 2💘

Flecks of Stardust (G, 0,2k) - a love poem from aziraphale to crowley🖋 Tumblr | AO3

I Know (E, 0.7k) - crowley reckons he knows exactly how aziraphale wants him... 🌅 Tumblr | AO3

Solitude (G, 0,4k) - supreme archangel aziraphale reminisces on his encounters with crowley through the ages ⌛️ Tumblr | AO3

Please Touch Me (E, 0,5k) - touch-starved crowley reflects on the kind of connection he wants with aziraphale 💭 Tumblr | AO3

#good omens #fanfic #ineffabildaddy #pinned

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The Haunting of the Fortress of Solitude (dp x dc fanfic prompt)

So it finally happened he's been kidded out, well it was bound to happen eventually, from missing class to coming home way past curfew; Danny knows he's been freaking his parents out a lot recently. But he never thought it would come to this point, and it's not like there's a lot he could do about it; if he tells his parents about his ghostly after-school activities, then he runs the risk of being dissected, and it's not like he can go to Jazz or Vlad. One, jazz is finally away at college, and it's not like she has the money or space to house him, and it's not like he'd want to put that responsibility onto her, and two, Vlad is crazy, so he's out the right way. The only remaining option is Aunt Alicia. But he hadn't spoken to her in years, so it was a roll of the dice as to whether or not she'd help him.

So he's on his own in the middle of a heat wave with a core that's mostly made up of pure ice, well sometimes the most straightforward option is the best one, and he, like the dumb ass he is, flies down to the Antarctic, looking for a place to hang out for like a mouth. Or, at the very least, as long as it took to figure something better out.

On his way down how, ever, he found something weird and marvelous. A large, jagged crystal building that sang to his core. Stardust was embedded in the walls of the building, and ice trailed across the floors; it's almost like this building was put here for him specifically. And everything would be perfect if it wasn't for Superman showing up and killing the vibe.

So Danny does what he does best and becomes the best darn ghost that he can be to get his so hideout back. Later, he learns that this is actually Superman's (sorta) house, but well, gosh darn it, he's got squatters' rights, so if Superman wants him gone, he's going to haft to evict him himself.

Superman, however, has been having a bad time lately. Things at the daily planet have been tuff with his boss getting on him for missing meetings, Louis going on a two-week trip to Gotham to do a profile of the hottest man of the year three years running Bruce "Brucie" Wayne and to top it all off there something in the fortress of solitude. At first, he was worried that some animal had somehow gotten into the building, but he knew he would have seen it already. He's already looked over the whole building with X-ray vision, and other than a few bears roaming around the building; he hasn't been able to find anything.

But regardless, so far, not only have four of his super and regular suits been accosted in fine-grade glitter, but his minimal furniture is also moved just slightly to the left (including the central console THAT IS BOLTED TO THE FLOOR). Black voids have even started to engulf his vision when he enters certain building parts, with his vision only clearing when he emerges in different parts of the building than where he was before.

What Clark doesn't know is that the fortress itself is somewhat sentient, and with the arrival of what it perceives as another lost son of Krypton, it is more than happy to play with what it sees as a young child. Plus, the fortes thinks Ka-EL needs to let loose more often and playing with this child will help both destress him and help train the baby that showed up on its literal doorstep.

As for Superman, Ok, maybe it's gone beyond the scope of what he can deal with, but he's having a bad day, and he refuses to lose to whatever the heck is in his house. And he would have continued to do this if not for the fact strange portals opened periodically with otherworldly eyes and limbs reaching out and brushing against him as he walked through the halls. Ok, maybe it's time to call Batman.

So he does. He calls him, and you know damn well that he is polite about it, so there is no reason for Batman to hang up before continuing the call. (he knows B is laughing at him, even if B never laughs, he KNOWS). When he gets a hold of Batman again, it takes less than three minutes for the two of them to decide they need to get Constantine.

Once they finally get him into the building itself, it takes Batman virtually breathing down John's neck to keep him from running out the door, which is odd because as soon as the other two show up, everything seems to return to normal. That is until John starts to draw some seals along the floor then a voice rings out, crying, demanding that they stop. And it's here that, for the first time, Clark comes face to face with what he thinks is the ghost of a Kryptioian child. And things get confused further when Danny, not understanding the conversation entirely, plays into the ghost angle, thinking it will make them leave. But instead, Clark is both horrified and delighted that there is a child's ghost in his home, someone with a direct connection to his home world. As for Batman and John, they both realize they need to do something quickly; otherwise, Superman may have a heart attack. They do not need another ghost on their hands.

As time passes, the two end up sorting things out, even with Batman's paranoia and John's skepticism and end up living together both in Antarctica and Metropolis, with Danny flying between the two at his leisure. But eventually, Danny knows he needs to transform back into his human form, and with Superman constantly hanging around him, finding time to do that becomes complicated. So when he eventually does transform back in the midst of a battle with a powerful magical enemy, Superman, in shock, thinks that Dan-El has somehow come back to life but in a hybrid Kryptonian/human form. And so he, as the resident alien on Earth, takes it upon himself to try to teach him how to be human on Earth. Now Danny, on top of everything, has to pretend to be both an alien from a species he knows little to nothing about and also now act like a human who isn't supposed to know anything about being human. Well, that's just great, but at least he doesn't need to worry about paying rent anymore.

#superman #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #dp dc crossover #dc x dp #John Constantine #batman #dc prompt #dc crossover #danny phantom fanfic #fanfiction prompts #dcu prompts #this totally isn't me just putting john in all of my prompts because I'm obsessed with the snarky British man #fanfic prompt #Danny causing problems #Danny is the rat hiding in Clarks walls

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salmonight · 5 months

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Fentonic 2024 - A February Danny Phantom, Art/Writing Monthly Prompt

Heya fellas! As I seen February did not have a monthly prompt yet for DP so I created one just for the kick of it! I made on for MLB with a very specific theme last October and I enjoyed it a lot so i thought i'd create another one, this time for DP as am mainly drawing for this fandom these days.

This challenge/prompt can be taken as a pure DP or a DC x DP (Batpham) one. If u wanna spice it up? You can even mix in other fandoms too! Go wild!

This challenge/prompt can be taken as both an art or a writing one, whichever you'd prefer. I tried to make it so all days can be both drawn and written with the given prompts (at least one of the two). Hope i managed it well enough.

As February is mainly know for Valentine's it will contain a few romatic prompts but most can be taken as platonic. For those not comfortable with writing or drawing romance: feel free to leave out that half of the prompt or even skip that day, no pressure.

Also let's not forget about the other half of it: winter. So stuff associated with it like cold, hot drinks, winter sports and more-

Prompts:

Day 1: Hibernation / Curse

Day 2: Locked out / Childhood friends AU

Day 3: A deadly accident / Snowboard

Day 4: Morning routine / Claws

Day 5: Soulmates AU / Torn paper

Day 6: Smug / Cupid's bow

Day 7: Cooking together / Roses

Day 8: Flirting / Viral

Day 9: Cuddling / Cape

Day 10: Holding hands / Love letter

Day 11: Chaos / Plushy

Day 12: Enemies to lovers / Love song

Day 13: Magical girl transformation / Hair dryer

Day 14: Snow storm / Dry

Day 15: Fur & fluff / Fireplace

Day 16: Failed confession / Ink blots

Day 17: Melting / Shackles

Day 18: Injury / Hot chocolate

Day 19: Mourning / Hug

Day 20: Stardust / Candies

Day 21: Timeloop / Scalpel

Day 22: Symbiosis / Cabin in the woods

Day 23: Love at first sight / Scarves

Day 24: Sleepy / Pink ribbon

Day 25: Skiing / Snowflakes

Day 26: Solitude / Mask

Day 27: Clothing swap / Clone

Day 28: Unexpected / Snack

Day 29: Sunset / Ice sculpture

Ao3 page: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/fentonic_2024

Hope you guys will enjoy this little challenge I made! Cheers!

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ace-song · 6 months

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Introduction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Interactive Fiction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Demo (TBD)

Description

When the city life takes everything from you, you leave for a house you inherited from your late grandparents, in a town far away from the troubles of life: Caersolvita.

While strolling through the little town of Caersolvita after job hunting during the odd hours of nights, the old clock in the quaint settlement strikes 12 midnight, and a building down the dirt road illuminates the twilight.

Beads of light fall like stardust through the coffee-scented building. No one knows about it, and even if they did, they cannot find it. When midnight strikes, it all changes. Down the bricked pathway of the town, life clicks into light, and the twinkles of windchimes carry a bitter fragrance.

A “Looking to Hire!” board stands neatly by the doormat of the slightly tarnished place. With little hope of finding a job anytime soon, you enter the cafe. When offered a trainee position of a barista, you leave for home, unknowing of the wonders that await you when the dead hours of night come about.

Features

Choose your gender: female, male, non-binary

Work at a quaint café in a rural town, shrouded in mystery and solitude.

Unravel the secrets of the midnight café.

Romance one of the four ROs and explore a fresh adventure with one of the three personalities chosen.

Deal with some snappy customers or different oddities.

Find out the history of Caersolvita through each route.

Enjoy the life of quietude and comfort, away from the worries of life.

Personalities: Loveable airhead, Taciturn fool, Sarcastic charmer

Romances

Thana (f/m)

Beautiful and dignified, Thana is the peculiar owner of the Drowsy Owl. Behind the mysterious red eyes and snowy pale skin, discipline of the body and grace follows each tilt of the wrist, where the whiffs of coffee beans stream along the cafe.

Admired by everyone in Caersolivita for sublime service, coupled by sweet words, Thana is the go to barista if someone is in need for comfort or dark humor. Although the sorry state of the cafe, it is the first choice for everyone.

With every smile given to Thana, two more are returned, and each heart that is offered, the more Thana guards the heart. Somehow, though, the trainee barista has a way with their words.

Ylfa (f)

Unhinged. There is no other word that fits the young wolf-like Ylfa. A sherpherdess along the hillside of Caersolvita, she meets each situation with the flash of her canines and a huff. With a beige bonnet, laced around the edges, she fancies the lolita fashion, enjoying lavish dresses, contrary to her rambunctious voice.

In the dead of night, a voice like a siren vying for love sings from northern cliff at the very edge of the town. From the ruffled hair and perky ears of the gilded in moonlight, the sound willows past till dawnbreak.

Despite the tough and rowdy personality, Ylfa holds her hands close to her chest, sometimes shooting glances towards the trainee barista from the day they met eyes.

Idris (m)

Personal trainer by day, guardsman by night. Idris is often described as "too blunt for his own good." Towering over everyone in town, he is regarded as a dark warrior, a signature black hood hanging over his defined face. Polite and well-spoken, his sharp tongue still manages to overshadow such traits.

By the bridge that connects the mainland to the hook-shaped cliffside town, Idris guards the safety of the people. Always seen next to the old watchtower, most hear grunts from the place, running away in fear.

When he bumped his head against the door of Drowsy Owl, he meets gaze with the trainee barista, and color rose-pink erupts from the steely brown eyes.

Shaylah (nb)

Always smelling like honey and floral concoctions, Shaylah is a local apocthecary who resides near the very edge of the cliff. Catching eyes everywhere they go, their sterling red hair shines like the sun under light. Always seen walking around town with a sunhat the size of an umbrella, Shaylah's ethereal voice wrecks the minds of people when their brash and uncouth words begin to lash out.

Spending the afternoon and night cooped up in their house, they take the blue flowers on the cliff, grinding them and creating concoctions. No one outside of the town know what it truly is, and only Shaylah's family know of it.

After spending a full day in their shop, taking rest at midnight by Drowsy Owl is usually what happens, accompanied by a cup of hibiscus tea. But now, where the bright eyes of the trainee barista caught them off guard, they never forgot.

#motdo #midnightsofthedrowsyowl #motdo introduction #if wip #twine #interactive novel #interactive fiction #interactive story #romance #sweet romance #romantic #shaylah #idris #ylfa #thana #midnights of the drowsy owl

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writerinloves-blog · 8 months

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First chapter of my Kit Tanthalos x OFC. Enjoy!

For 150 moons, the passage of time within the castle walls marked the silent journey of Lyra Calloway. The magic that once shimmered in her veins had retreated, dissolving into the recesses of her memory, becoming as elusive as the tendrils of a half-remembered dream. In the daylight hours, Lyra was a composed lady's maid, her laughter ringing softly within the castle's halls. Yet, beneath her composed exterior, the echo of forgotten spells and lost incantations whispered in the corridors of her mind.

The soldier, Ballentine, was a consistent presence in her life, a stalwart guardian who not only saved her but also brought with him a sense of warmth and belonging. His visits, sprinkled across the years like stardust, were cherished moments of respite for Lyra. In the depths of his eyes, she saw reflections of the love her parents once showered upon her, a connection to a past that felt both distant and vivid, like the pages of a cherished storybook.

However, as time flowed like a river, Ballentine noticed the solitude that sometimes wrapped around Lyra like a shroud. A child surrounded by adults, her laughter occasionally rang out in the corridors, echoing with a longing for companionship. Sensing her need for a friend, he orchestrated a meeting that would alter the course of Lyra's life.

On that pivotal day, Ballentine led Lyra to another girl, a young soul who had also found sanctuary within the castle's embrace. A blonde-haired girl named Brunhilde, whose laughter bubbled like a spring, brought an effervescent energy into Lyra's world. She was a whirlwind of curiosity and enthusiasm, her eyes reflecting the same sense of wonder that Lyra had once possessed.

In the tapestry of fate, their friendship was woven with threads of shared secrets and endless giggles. Lyra, on the day they met, tried valiantly not to burst into laughter at the peculiar sound of Brunhilde's name. Yet, in that moment, something magical happened. The laughter that Lyra had held back for so long bubbled up, spilling into the air like musical notes, echoing the beginning of a friendship that would last a lifetime.

The sun cast a gentle morning glow through the castle windows, illuminating the cozy kitchen where the two friends sat, breaking their fast in the midst of their duties. The aroma of freshly baked muffins hung in the air, a testament to Brunhilde's culinary skills, which had become the heart and soul of the castle's kitchen.

Brunhilde, affectionately nicknamed Bruni by Lyra, was a lively whirlwind, her eyes alight with excitement as she chatted animatedly about the prince. "He is so dreamy, Lyra, you know," Bruni gushed, her words laced with starry-eyed admiration. "Yesterday, he told me thank you while I put some muffins on the table, and then later that night, he came down here, and we kissed, he is so perfect Ly." Her voice was filled with the kind of reverence usually reserved for celestial beings.

Lyra, ever the pragmatic soul, rolled her eyes playfully, a smile dancing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I would hope so," she replied, her tone teasing. "He is a prince, after all, and those are basic manners, and you let him kiss you, so..." Her fingers delicately plucked a muffin from the plate in front of her, savoring the warmth that still lingered within the freshly baked treat. "Your muffins are just so good," she added genuinely, her words punctuated by a contented sigh.

This compliment elicited a hearty laugh from Bruni, a sound that echoed with the joy of companionship. "Lyra, you're too kind," she said, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of pride and happiness. "But really, you should see the way he looked at me. It was like... I don't know, like he saw me." Her eyes glittered with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Lyra, ever perceptive, observed her friend's expression, a fondness blooming within her heart. "Maybe he did see you, Bruni," she said gently, her tone soft. "You have a way of capturing people's attention, not just with your muffins, but with your spirit. It's... enchanting. He is lucky to have you, I hope he knows that." The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, and she inwardly chided herself for the slip, hoping Bruni wouldn't notice the odd choice of words.

But Bruni, in her own spirited way, simply grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, if I'm enchanting, then you, Lyra Calloway, are positively magical," she declared, raising her muffin in a mock toast.

The head of the kitchen's sharp voice cut through the warm camaraderie like a dagger, reminding the girls of their responsibilities. With practiced efficiency, Bruni and Lyra hurriedly untangled themselves from the moment they shared, exchanging a quick but affectionate hug before parting ways. Bruni darted off to prepare the morning meal, her footsteps echoing with purpose in the bustling kitchen.

Lyra, ready to begin her temporary duties, had one foot out of the kitchen door when the head cook's voice reached her ears once more. "Oh! Lyra, I almost forgot, Ballentine is looking for you," the cook said, her tone softened by the warmth of their shared workspace. Gratitude painted Lyra's lips as she uttered a sweet "thank you" before setting off to find the soldier.

It didn't take long to locate Ballentine; he was often found in the castle's training ground, honing his skills with the determination of a seasoned warrior. Today was no exception. As Lyra approached, she observed the intense training session taking place between Ballentine and a fierce-looking girl named Jade. Lyra knew better than to interrupt; she had narrowly escaped a sword's edge the last time she inadvertently intervened in their training.

She settled a respectful distance away, content to watch until their spar came to a close. The clash of swords, the sound of metal meeting metal, reverberated through the training ground until finally, there was a pause, and the blades ceased their dance.

"You still favored one of your sides, but you are going to do great. You've worked so hard for this," Ballentine said, his voice a mixture of pride and encouragement, his eyes fixed on Jade. Gratitude glimmered in Jade's eyes as she replied, "Thank you, Ballentine," her tone laced with determination.

Seizing the moment, Lyra stepped forward with a warm smile, her presence heralded by the soft rustle of her skirts. "Hello, Jade," she greeted, her voice gentle, acknowledging the other girl's efforts. Jade's fierce expression softened into a smile, a rare sight that warmed Lyra's heart. "Morning, Ballentine," she added, acknowledging the soldier whose guidance had become a beacon of strength for them both. After this, they said their goodbyes.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the castle grounds as Lyra and Ballentine walked together. Lyra, her eyes alight with curiosity, finally couldn't contain her question any longer. "You wanted to speak to me?" she inquired, her voice a delicate melody beneath the vast expanse of the open sky.

"Yes, I do," Ballentine began, his tone soft but firm, radiating a sense of pride. "Everyone is very pleased with your work as a lady's maid. Every guest you've served has spoken highly of you, and that makes me very proud, of the young lady you are becoming." His words, like gentle waves, washed over Lyra, leaving her heart warmed by their sincerity. It was a stark contrast to the past, where praise had been scarce and often barbed.

A genuine smile curved Lyra's lips, a rare sight that spoke volumes. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft-spoken, gratitude filling the gaps between her words. The affirmation, so earnestly given, felt like a soothing balm to her soul, healing wounds she hadn't realized were there.

Ballentine, sensing her vulnerability, continued, his voice unwavering. "And we... I think you are ready for a more important role. You've been chosen to be the lady's maid of the princess. This is..." He paused, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of the honor.

"What?" Lyra interrupted, her voice escalating with disbelief. Her eyes widened, mirroring the astonishment in her voice. The prospect was beyond her wildest dreams, a surreal twist of fate she hadn't dared to imagine.

Ballentine, the epitome of calm in the storm of her emotions, raised his hand in a gesture meant to quell her sudden outburst. "This is an honor, Lyra," he assured her, his eyes warm with reassurance. "You were hand-picked for this."

"But... I thought that her royal highness already had a lady's maid," Lyra stammered, her nervousness palpable. Doubt crept into her voice, uncertainty clouding her eyes.

"Yes, but she is advanced in age," Ballentine explained patiently, his words measured and calm. "The queen thought that perhaps someone closer to her age would be better suited for the job." His explanation, though logical, did little to ease Lyra's apprehension.

"You know I am not good with new people..." Lyra confessed, her voice a quiet murmur, her vulnerability laid bare before him.

Ballentine's eyes softened with understanding. "Jade knows her," he said, offering a lifeline of familiarity in the sea of uncertainties.

"Really?" Lyra's eyes widened with a mix of hope and trepidation. Before Ballentine could say anything more, Lyra dashed off towards Jade, her heart pounding in her chest. The courtyard seemed to stretch endlessly before her as she ran, her breaths coming in short gasps.

With each hurried step, Lyra closed the distance between herself, Jade, and the answers she desperately sought. "Jade! Wait!" Lyra's voice, laced with urgency and hope, cut through the crisp castle air. At the sound, Jade, her footsteps momentarily stilled, turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she waited for Lyra to catch up. Ballentine, ever the steadfast guardian, trailed close behind, his expression a mix of curiosity and quiet support.

"What happened?" Jade questioned once Lyra was in front of her, her tone a blend of concern and confusion, her eyes flickering between Lyra and the soldier behind her.

"We are friends, right?" Lyra began, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. The question hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of anticipation.

"Of course, we are," Jade replied, her voice soothing, sensing the gravity of the moment. She shot a quick glance toward Ballentine, silently seeking confirmation of the seriousness of the situation.

"So, you'll tell me the truth," Lyra stated, her eyes unwavering as she locked onto Jade's. A pause hung between them, pregnant with the intensity of the unspoken question that followed. "What is the princess like?" she finished, her voice barely louder than a whisper, yet laden with a profound earnestness.

"Kit?" Jade asked in a confused voice, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. Lyra's confusion mirrored Jade's, unable to comprehend the casualness with which the princess was referred to.

"You call the princess by her given name?" Lyra questioned, her brows furrowing in bewilderment, her voice a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Jade, her posture shifting slightly, held her head high, a subtle but unmistakable pride in her voice. "We are friends. We trained together almost every day."

Recognition flickered in Lyra's eyes, and a calm settled within her as the implications of Jade's words washed over her. "Oh... so she IS nice," Lyra breathed, her voice laced with relief. In that moment, the princess transformed from a distant, intimidating figure into a tangible, approachable person.

"Yes, indeed, she is... why?" Jade asked, curiosity knitting her brows together.

Lyra turned around, her gaze meeting Ballentine's, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of pride and assurance. A gentle smile curved her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken support he offered. With newfound confidence, she turned back to Jade. "Well," Lyra began, her voice filled with quiet certainty. "You are looking at Her Royal Highness's new lady's maid." The words hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of possibility and change.

"Oh! Lyra, that's great!" Jade exclaimed, her eyes alight with genuine happiness. She enveloped Lyra in a warm, spontaneous hug, the shared excitement between them binding their friendship even tighter. In that embrace, amidst the castle courtyard bathed in the golden hues of the fading sun, Lyra felt a surge of confidence and purpose.

"Just one more thing," Jade said, her tone suddenly serious as she gently released Lyra from the hug. Lyra, her eyes filled with both anticipation and confusion, nodded in response. "Yes?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a sweet smile.

"Be patient with her," Jade advised, her words hanging in the air like a quiet plea. With those cryptic words, Jade abruptly turned and began walking away, her steps quick and purposeful, leaving Lyra standing there, her mind swirling with questions and a sense of foreboding.

"What? What does that mean? Jade!" Lyra called after her, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration. But Jade, now a distant figure, merely glanced back, her laughter carried on the wind as she disappeared from view. Left alone, Lyra turned to seek answers from Ballentine, her trusted confidant.

"What does she mean by that?" Lyra inquired, her eyes searching Ballentine's for any hint, any clue to unravel the mystery that now clouded her path. But Ballentine, ever enigmatic, merely smiled at her, his expression a blend of reassurance and quiet understanding. He remained silent, leaving Lyra with nothing but his cryptic smile.

Just as Lyra was about to press further, a sudden, resonant bell echoed through the castle halls, its chime reverberating like a command. The sound cut through the tension in the air, signaling the start of their duties as castle staff members. Lyra took a deep breath, the weight of Jade's words lingering in her mind, and with a newfound resolve, she turned away from Ballentine and began making her way toward the princess's chambers.

The corridor stretched ahead of her, its walls adorned with tapestries depicting the castle's storied history. Each step echoed with a sense of purpose and trepidation. Lyra's heart beat steadily in her chest, a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the anticipation and uncertainty of the path she was about to tread. With every footfall, she steeled herself for what lay ahead, knowing that the cryptic advice from her friend would soon reveal its meaning in the enigmatic world of the princess's chambers. As the grand doors loomed before her, Lyra took one final deep breath, the air heavy with the scent of anticipation, and pushed open the door, stepping into the unknown with courage in her heart and determination in her eyes.

The soft morning light filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the figure of the princess, still lost in the embrace of sleep. Lyra, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation, approached the ornate bed, her footsteps echoing softly against the chamber's grandeur. With a steadying breath, she reached for the curtains, her fingers gentle yet firm, and pulled them open in a swift, purposeful motion.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Lyra greeted her voice a perfect blend of firmness and sweetness, carrying the weight of her newfound responsibility. Time hung in the air, each second feeling like an eternity as she waited for the princess to stir from her slumber. Seconds turned into minutes, and when the stillness became too much to bear, Lyra's eyes fell upon a book resting on a nearby table.

An internal battle raged within her—a war between caution and necessity. Her mind warned her of the consequences, and the potential trouble of her actions, yet the urgency of her task spurred her forward. If she did not rouse the princess in time for breakfast, the repercussions could be just as dire. With a decisive breath, she approached the table, her fingers wrapping around the book. It felt weighty in her hands, the knowledge that her actions held consequences both daunting and invigorating.

In a split-second decision, Lyra allowed her instincts to guide her. The book met the floor with a loud thud, the sound shattering the quiet of the chamber. The princess jolted from her sleep, and sat up in bed with sudden haste, her expression a canvas of confusion.

"Good morning, Your Highness. I am so sorry for the noise, how clumsy of me," Lyra apologized, her voice genuine and laced with remorse for her abrupt disturbance. The princess, still disoriented, turned her head, her eyes narrowing in puzzlement.

"You are not Mrs. Crain," she observed, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"Indeed, I am not," Lyra affirmed, her voice unwavering as she retrieved the fallen book, her movements graceful and composed. "I am your new lady's maid, my name is Lyra, Your Highness." As she stood before the bed, she executed a perfect curtsy, her demeanor poised and respectful, embodying the grace that her position demanded.

In the quiet expanse of the princess's chamber, the atmosphere hung heavy with both anticipation and tension. Lyra, her movements purposeful and deliberate, approached the closet where the princess's attire was kept. Her eyes, keen and observant, scanned the array of clothing, a thoughtful frown marring her brow. Thanks to the insight Jade had provided, she anticipated finding an assortment of trousers and blouses instead of the expected dresses. Undeterred, she set about selecting an ensemble that balanced both comfort and practicality.

Meanwhile, Kit observed the young maid with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Lyra's hands moved deftly among the fabrics, her choices made with a quiet confidence that intrigued Kit. As Lyra deliberated over the outfit, Kit's thoughts flitted between the impending discussion about her clothing and the growing thirst that had settled in her throat. An idea formed in her mind, a momentary escape from the oncoming battle about dresses and courtly attire.

With purposeful grace, Kit swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, her movements fluid despite the haze of sleep. She padded toward a nearby table adorned with a jug of water, her steps silent on the chamber's rich carpet. Pouring water into a delicate cup, the cool liquid soothed her parched throat, momentarily distracting her from the impending conversation.

"So, Your Highness, I was thinking about this for the day," Lyra's voice, polite and respectful, cut through the room. Kit, her thirst momentarily sated, turned her attention back to the maid, her expression one of guarded anticipation. She braced herself for the upcoming debate about her attire, a challenge she was prepared to meet head-on.

But as she turned, her eyes met Lyra's and she was met not with the expected resistance, but with something else entirely. The young maid stood before her, holding out a selection of clothing.

Trousers, a soft green blouse, and a vest were displayed with a kind of quiet confidence that took Kit aback. It was as though Lyra had read Kit's mind, understanding not just the princess's daily routines but also her desire for comfort and practicality.

"I thought that perhaps this would be comfortable for the day, in case Your Highness decides to do some training today," Lyra explained, her tone gentle yet firm. Kit, for the first time, found herself at a loss for words. The battle she had mentally prepared for had not materialized. Instead, there stood a maid who not only anticipated her needs but respected her choices. With a tentative smile, she nodded, a silent acceptance of the outfit offered to her.

As she began to change into comfortable attire, Kit stole a glance at Lyra, a newfound curiosity blossoming within her.

The air in the chamber hung with a subtle tension as Kit, made casual conversation, attempting to bridge the gap between their roles. "So... how old are you? You seem around my age," Kit inquired, her voice soft, her gaze lingering curiously on Lyra as she handed her the vest, the fabric cool and smooth in her hands.

"We are the same age, Your Highness," Lyra responded, her voice calm yet guarded, a faint hint of hesitation underlying her words. As Kit began to put on the vest, she noticed Lyra's meticulous efforts to smooth out any creases, her fingers moving with a practiced ease. The unspoken tension between them seemed to dissolve in the quiet rhythm of dressing.

"You're all set, Princess. Would you like me to do your hair?" Lyra offered her eyes briefly meeting Kit's before she took a step back, granting Kit space and autonomy in her decision.

Kit, feeling a sudden impulse to assert her independence, declined the offer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed herself in the mirror. "I do not think that would be necessary; I can do it myself," she stated, her voice tinged with a hint of determination as she started to walk toward the vanity where her brushes lay.

"I could braid it," Lyra persisted, her voice gentle, a subtle insistence underlying her offer. The maid's gaze held a quiet intensity as if she saw something more in the princess's request—a chance to connect beyond the boundaries of their roles.

Kit hesitated, her fingers absently combing through her hair as she considered Lyra's offer. For a moment, she pondered the idea of allowing this stranger, who seemed to understand her desires before she voiced them, into this intimate part of her daily routine. Yet, the pull of familiarity and self-sufficiency won her over.

"No, it's okay. I would wear it down today," Kit decided, her voice firm, her eyes meeting Lyra's in the mirror. In that brief, reflective moment, Kit noticed the color of Lyra's eyes—vivid blue, reminiscent of the sky just before dawn.

Kit, lost in her thoughts, was abruptly pulled back to reality by the sound of Lyra's voice. "So, I was not notified of any duties Your Highness would have to attend today, but for now, Her Majesty..." Lyra's words trailed off as Kit raised her hand, a silent plea for a momentary respite from the formalities that encased her life.

"Please, could we be, at least a little bit less formal, please?" Kit pleaded, her voice carrying the weight of both exhaustion and longing. In a fraction of a second, Kit swore she detected a glimmer of relief in Lyra's eyes, a shared desire for an escape from the rigid protocols and the gilded cage of royalty.

"Well, your mother and your brother are waiting for you to break their fast," Lyra continued, her voice softening, a genuine smile touching her lips. Kit found solace in the simple warmth of that smile, a respite from the usual stiffness she encountered in the castle's halls.

"Alright, that is great because I am really hungry right now," Kit replied, the sincerity in her voice betraying her weariness. With newfound determination, she started walking toward the door, the prospect of a meal a small yet significant comfort in her day.

As she stepped out, she realized Lyra hadn't followed. Confusion clouded her features, and she turned back to find the young maid standing in the opulent corridor. "Oh, I have to finish your chambers first, then I'll come with," Lyra explained, her voice soft and apologetic. Kit's eyes softened with understanding.

A pang of resentment surged within her. She hated the formality, the endless rituals, the suffocating expectations. The casual grace with which Lyra moved through the world, unburdened by titles and false smiles...

"Princess!" Kit's steps faltered, and she turned around at the sound of Lyra's voice. Lyra was hurrying toward her with an air of urgency.

"I forgot to let you know something," Lyra began, her words hinting at an important revelation. Kit's brows furrowed inquisitively. "Jade is going to start..."

"Jade? You know her?" Kit interjected a curious note in her voice. The fact that Lyra seemed to be acquainted with Jade intrigued her. Jade had never mentioned a connection to this girl before.

"Yes, we are acquaintances... friends, actually," Lyra replied with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a genuine fondness for the subject of their conversation. Kit, on the other hand, wore a slight frown, her mind racing to process this newfound piece of information.

"As I was saying, Jade is going to be training in half an hour," Lyra continued, her words coming in a steady stream of consideration. "However, considering that you are only about to have food, I would consider waiting at least half an hour before starting your training."

Kit was about to interject with her own thoughts, but Lyra pressed on, her voice a mixture of sincerity and a trace of personal experience. "Because from personal experience, I once ate and then had to run, and I ended up throwing up..." Lyra trailed off, her expression contorting briefly with the memory of the unpleasant incident. "I think I just overshared, but that's my honest advice, Princess," she concluded with a graceful curtsy before stepping back.

Before Kit could formulate a response, Lyra turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. Kit stood there, a whirlwind of confusion and intrigue swirling within her.

Who was this girl, and where had she come from?

#kit tanthalos fanfiction #kit tanthalos #Kit Tanthalos x OFC #Kit Tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x jade claymore #Ruby Cruz #Ruby Cruz fanfic #hazel callahan

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nanamin-nah-nanamine · 3 months

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Satoru and his moon

hey guys I hope you all enjoy this little kidfic I whipped together. for clarification Satoru and Suguru are around ten here. If you enjoy leave a rb,like or comment and lmk if you want this to become a series

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Once upon a time, there was a boy who fell in love with the moon. A lonely boy, just shy of five years old and cursed with the greatest gift of all; power. The little god who shifted the plates of jujutsu society and paid for it in solitude. Satoru Gojo. The bearer of six eyes and limitless, the cure to the world’s poison, the start of a new era. Satoru was many things, but mainly; he was lonely. He had no siblings, being a male and the bearer of such precious techniques, his mother’s job was considered done. In the world of the clans she had hit the jackpot by giving birth to him and was given the freedom to do what she pleased. What seemed to please her most was leaving and forgetting her son had ever existed. Satoru doesn’t even know what she looked like.

The jealous women of the estate liked to talk and it turned out his mother was nothing but a common whore. Satoru didn’t know what a whore was, but the way they laughed and teased him when no one was looking, it couldn’t be anything nice. He didn’t try to ask his father, the man was too busy to answer unimportant questions. Satoru didn’t see his father often, but he didn’t mind. His cursed energy felt weird and made Satoru nauseous. He didn’t need a mother or father anyways when he had Hina-chan. She was technically his nursemaid, but was more of a mother to him than anyone. She’s the first face he sees in the morning and the last before he goes to bed. She was also the one to get him out of trouble before his father could find out.

“Gojo-sama”she would chide gently, plucking him out of the muddy puddle he had taken residence in. “You’re all dirty now”

But one flash of that dimpled smile and he was usually off the hook. He used that to his advantage. Yes, Satoru was lonely. Hina-chan had other duties besides running after him and he wasn’t allowed to play with the other children on the estate lest they corrupt him. The only interactions he really got were from teachers,trainers and Hina-chan, but for someone so lonely he was constantly surrounded by glaring eyes and envious glances. People wanted him dead. He knew the taste of poison and it was much too dangerous for him to go beyond the estates grounds. Coddled and neglected. Like fine china, sat up on a shelf but not used even once. Around the age of six he learned the fine art of sneaking from his bedroom to sit in the garden and by the age of ten he had mastered it. It was quiet then. The pond rippled,the sun’s blinding gaze was put to rest and the cloying cursed energy had dulled to a hum. Peaceful it was to just sit and not be watched. He found comfort sitting and watching the moon, sometimes talking, sometimes not. It was all well and good, he finally had peace. Until one day something peculiar happened. The moon was dim. The stars still shone bright, but the moon had lost its shine. The night was dark, and Satoru didn’t fear the dark. He didn’t fear anything, but he was a bit disappointed. Climbing from his window proved to be a bit difficult without any light, but it wasn’t impossible. His bare feet hit the soft grass and a melodic voice spoke to him.

“So you came”it said, full of mirth.

“I always come here,”he frowned, crossing his arms. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

The boy let out a soft laugh that sounded like bells. “And here I thought we had become good friends, Satoru-kun”

“It’s gojo-sama to you”the young boy huffed, puffing out his chest. “Now, who are you?”

The cursed energy glowed around him bright enough to shine light on the strange boy. He had long black hair and amber eyes, a kimono made of silk that glittered under the light and sparkled like stardust. He also appeared to be around Satoru’s age but had a strange aura about him.

“I am the moon,”the boy said evenly.

“You’re the…moon?”Satoru said slowly.

“Yes”the boy laughed, “your people call me Tsukuyomi no mikoto, but I think you may be too young to know that yet”

Satoru huffed. “I’m not a child”

“But you are”the boy smiled and…it didn’t sound malicious. It didn’t sound angry. It was confusing, it made him angry. The cursed energy within him boiled and his eyes glowed. To be shown impudence was to be disrespected. He was the bearer of six eyes and limitless, the heir to the gojo clan. He would not sit here and be disrespected.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”he spat. “Coming to my estate to sit here and tell me lies! I could have you killed for this, do you know that? Are you aware of who I am? You should be bowing before me--”

“You are an angry one,”the boy interrupted with a slight chuckle. “But I have not deceived you, Satoru-kun. I am who I said I was”

“The moon?”Satoru scoffed.

“Yes I am,”the boy said, “the moon and a god, one in the same. I reign over the moon of this planet”

“I-”

“And I do know who you are, Satoru-kun”the boy continued, “the night you were born caused quite the fuss”

Satoru’s headspun. “W-well if you’re a god, then why are you a child!”

The boy threw his head back and let out a full belly laugh. “Even gods are children once, Satoru”

Satoru stared at him.

“And my mother is human,”the boy amended.

“Aha!”he cried, pointing his finger accusingly. “So you’re only half a god!”

The boy tilted his head. “Why half? I’m fully god and fully human”

“I..I don’t know”Satoru said. He’d never thought of it like that before. “Well, before I just believe you’re a god you have to prove it!”

The boy nodded, “alright, if you wish”

The boy clenched his fist and slowly opened it to reveal a bright orb in its place. It glowed silver and rotated slowly in his palm.

“Is that…”

“A star?”the boy smiled, “it is.”

The boy really was a god.

“I still don’t understand why you’re so small,”Satoru frowned, “if you’re half god, shouldn’t you be bigger?”

“I am bigger when i’m at home”the boy said, “but when i come to earth i take on my human form and walk as a mortal”

Satoru’s heart stopped beating for a second. “So…you could die as a human?” The boy nodded. “I’m assuming so”

Satoru didn’t like the sound of that. The thought of losing his only friend made his stomach hurt.

“Well, whenever you’re here i’ll watch you!”he declared, “I am the strongest after all”

“The strongest with no manners”the boy laughed. “You haven’t even asked my name”

Satoru’s cheeks turned pink and he frowned, punching the boy's shoulder. “I was getting to that!”

“Sure you were,”the boy teased, but he was still smiling.

“Well what is it”he grumbled.

“Geto Suguru”the boy said. Satoru’s eyes widened.

“You have a japanese name!?”

“That’s what surprises you?”Suguru said, rolling his eyes“I told you, my mom is human…and we’re speaking Japanese right now”

“It could have been a coincidence!” “Mhm”Suguru said, giving him a look, “it’s okay to be wrong sometimes”

“Nope”Satoru said, shaking his head, “Not me, i’m never wrong”

“Right”Suguru smiled, “Oh great Gojo-sama is never wrong”

Satoru frowned and punched his shoulder again.

“Ow”

“Don’t call me that”Satoru grumbled.

“What? gojo-sama?”Suguru teased and successfully dodged the next punch thrown his way.

“Quit it!”Satoru groaned, “We..we’re friends, you don’t have to call me that okay? It’s weird”

“I was just teasing,”Suguru amended, patting the white haired boy’s shoulder. “I won’t call you that anymore”

“Good,”Satoru said, quickly returning to his cheeky smile. “As long as I can call you Suguru-kun”

Suguru-kun. The dark-haired boy smiled and nodded. “Yes, yes you can”

Satoru’s grin broadened. “Well Suguru-kun, have you ever played digimon?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #satosugu fanfic #satosugu #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen getou #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #satoru gojo #geto suguru #jjk kid fic #jjk fluff #satosugu fluff #guys they have my heart #little Satoru #I'll throw up #jjk #satoru x suguru

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starheirxero · 2 months

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I've been holding it off, but I finally watched Solar's goodbye…

YEAH, IT FUCKING BROKE ME, GODDAMN- I DON'T THINK, I'VE CRIED THIS MUCH IN A WHILE- I aint surviving this one, chief-

The absolute fucking pain in their voices, Moon literally falling to his knees- We've never seen him this broken down, not even in his worst moments! The horror and sorrow in Sun's voice…

FUCK, THE "I'm proud of you, both of you" GOT THE WATERWORKS RUNNING- He sounds like a big brother saying goodbye, it's so painful… MY BOY-

Not the forget, when he called them his family, and how proud he was to call them that…he loved them so damn much, adored them! After everything he's been through, after everything he lost, he finally found a home, and now he's dying… He didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to his two youngest! Barely holding himself together as he tried to reassure and comfort Sun and Moon, before fear took hold and he told them, that he didn't want to go!

And of course there are Earth and Lunar…oh god, I'm so afraid of their reactions! Solar's been their emotional support throughout all of it! His bond to them was truly special! He has always been there to calm Lunar down and reassure them, and he's always been so incredibly sweet and protective towards Earth! Just a few days ago, they were spending time together…hell, they probably saw him a few hours prior to his death!

They are going to break… Earth has never lost someone close to her before, she has never experienced grieve before, it's going to hit her like a train wreck!

And Lunar, god, Lunar! Solar was the one who gave them solitude, first put them on a path of healing by simply being there and loving them! This will break them! How will their powers act through grieve??

My heart is shattered…

-Stardust, trying his best to hang on

I KNOWWWWWW AUAUAUAUAUAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Solar sounded so frantic as he spoke too it made me SO EMOTIONAL 😭😭😭 AND YEAH THE FACT HE WAS FINALLY HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE AND ADJUSTED TO HIS PLACE IN THEIR FAMILY AND HE COULDN'T EVEN STAY LONG ENOUGH FOR IT. AUGH. AND HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE TO THE YOUNGEST!!!!! HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO EVEN THINK OF A MESSAGE TO PASS ON. EXPLODES ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!

AND I KNOW I'M SO NERVOUS TOOOOO!!!!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENTS FOR THEM TO EXPERIENCE THE LOSS OF A FAMILY MEMBER. I already know their reactions are going to have me crying ALL over the place I'm not READYYYYY UGH 😭 AND GHOD. YEA LUNAR'S POWERS W/ A LOSS LIKE THIS,,,,, I ALREADY KNOW THATS NOT GUNNA HELP W/ THE ASTRAL BODY SITUATION ☹️☹️☹️ SADNESS EVERYWHERE

#asks #anon #stardust anon #I FEEL LIKE WE NEVER EVEN TRULY GOT TO KNOW SOLAR EITHER ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️#Theres still so many questions I have about his past (PRIMARILY with his Sun) and now we just have to /live/ with that #It's messing w/ me SO BAAADDDD #WORLD IS A FUCK 💔💔💔💔#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #tsams spoilers #sams spoilers #sams solar #angst

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3llex0xo · 3 days

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Daily reminder that these:

A collection of junk,

Covered with a piece of rag,

A replica in a hideous shape

Words spun by someone else,

Tones played by someone else,

A fake made by a distorted collage of them

It all started with something veiled,

An innovative emotion like a boy

We lost sight of it when we noticed,

A child who had lost a toy is crying

I wonder why?

In that spotlight,

Your back is moving away from my hand again

I'll never be like you

Like chasing after that moon

My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied

Being alone and alone

I keep having dull dreams

Just tracing someone else

Even being junks, even a piece of rag

In the blood pumped from its heart

There was only my own anger

"What was I missing?"

After I asked God that,

The fallen angel's bow and arrow stopped me from talking

I knew the answer from the beginning

But I'm playing oblivious

Hugging a sword of a free gift

How many times have I been disappointed?

"I just want to leave everything behind,"

In the end, there must be nothing left

Love, spun songs, and my name will one day fade away

I wonder why?

It's stuck in the back of my chest,

A loneliness similar to the silence of a winter night

Certainly not knowing my solitude,

You were alone, looking at the stars

Without paying any attention to my bloodshot eyes

You, stood next to me, were so far away

I hadn't be able to see even those dull dreams anymore

But I still kept on chasing your back

Whether or not I'm a fake,

Looking back now, there was only

Those blurred memories

The irony of being a waste,

I'm trying to get out of the cliché, but

"Another rehash of someone else’s work?"

Numerous stardust

Sinking and fading by eustasy

A ruthless moonlight

"Is even your identity a trick?"

"Do you want love, even if you have to steal it?"

Past noon, when clouds like sheep float

A nostalgic song is swaying in the wind

To remember all of the words

That your voice had taught me,

I still write them down, over and over again

I'll never be like you

Like chasing after that moon

My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied

After so much time will have passed

I hope that when I'll look back, I won't look away

Just tracing someone else

Even being junks, even a piece of rag

After following the never ending dream

I'll find my own light, all the way

Are the lyrics to Akito's focused song gekkou from The Power of Unity

#idk i just noticed this #gekkou's instrumental: 😎✨😈🔥💥 the lyrics: 💔💔🥺☹️☹️☹️💔💔#ofc he has to be an emo little #FUCK #/j #i love him more than myself #akito shinonome #project sekai #pjsk #vivid bad squad #the power of unity #aim for legend

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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Star girl || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader ~ ‘Stardust’ couple

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Angst || Established Relationship || Non-idol au

Summary: Sometimes life just feels like too much, where the solace of the night no longer feels as healing as it once was. Luckily Jungkook is there when everything feels like too much.

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags/ warnings: fluff, mild angst, boyfriend kook is there to make everything feel better, smut in the forms of: fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, this is fiction), holding hands during sex :(, it’s all just very soft and healing, creampie, cum play, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), he eats his own cum, overstimulation

Notes: this is part of the ‘Stardust’ universe, however it can be read as a stand alone. idk how i feel about this one :’) if there are mistakes, look away <3

(request is posted at the bottom under the taglist~ the request wasn’t specifically for this universe, however it fit the au)

my masterlist

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You’d always believed the night to be cathartic, something almost healing about simply living while people slept. Expectations washed away of an evening with a shower, dampened mood sated with soft sheets and far fetched dreams in far away lands much more perfect than your own.

Where the moon was your only friend, no words needed between the two of you, as you simply lived among the stars. The galaxy’s gentle caress lulling you into a blissful state of peace.

The street lamps bleed muted orange light into your room, curtains pushed open so you could watch the world, and wonder what it be like to explore the milky way.

It’s daunting how catharsis can mutate into something a little more wretched. How loneliness can creep up on you, how it lurks in the shadows during the day— following you with silent footsteps. How it slowly consumes a little more of you with each passing night.

How you don’t seem to notice the clouds that take over the sky, how the stars in your universe don’t seem to shine as bright as they once were.

It’s strange how when the lights turn off, and you’re curled up in bed, a sticky sadness consumes your entire being until you’re falling. Drowning in an endless darkness, scaly hands of solitude tugging you further into the abyss until bile rises up your throat and your eyes sting with unwanted tears; where you start to feel sorry for yourself and that icky feeling only seems to amplify.

It’s an awful feeling, that no matter how much you toss and turn, an overwhelming sadness plagues your mind until sleep seems to scuttle out your grasp, leaving you to rot in your own self-deprecating thoughts. A phantom hand locked around your throat, weeding its way into your heart, squeezing in a way that has you breathless.

A prisoner to your own mind. Until days bleed into one another— how that rotten sadness gnawing away at your mind— the sadness that had only ever caressed your cheek in the dark, had slipped between the cracks of your resolve. Bleeding into the crevices of every thought that consumed you.

If you weren’t absorbed with the mountain of assignments, your thoughts always seemed to wander in the direction of the unexplainable loneliness that hugged you, leeching of your emotions until you were left drained, utterly exhausted.

You think you’d lost count of how many days you’d kept yourself tucked in bed, a false sense of security easing a small portion of your mind as you simply exist under layers upon layers of blankets. Pretending anything that lives and works beyond your four walls doesn’t exist. Because if you didn’t acknowledge the wider world and your problems then they simply weren’t there.

Your laptop lays propped up at the end of your bed, and you think the battery died three days ago. You hadn’t bothered to plug it back in. Knowing that if you did, a long list of untouched assignments would greet you, and if you didn’t have to look at them then the deadline meant nothing. Prickly guilt eating away at your mind each time you remember an assignment that had passed, and a lecture you had missed.

You didn’t particularly enjoy skipping classes, knowing the workload would crush you when you finally got back into the groove of student life, but the very thought of getting up is enough for tears to slip down your cheeks.

With eyes shielded by the velvet blanket Jungkook had bought for your one year anniversary months ago, your gaze is veiled from your room that looked like it had seen better days.

You’d gotten to the point where cleaning seemed near impossible, with clothes strewn across the floor, with any other pieces of your room that had fallen victim to your slight rampage a couple of nights ago, finding a permanent home on your bedroom floor.

You had the decency to at least eat in the living room, and from what you can remember there’s probably a few too many boxes of food laying around, dishes probably piled high in the sink.

You don’t miss the jingle of keys outside your door, nor do you make any move to sit up when you hear your boyfriend milling through your apartment in search for you. You’d have felt an ounce of shame if Jungkook hadn’t seen what can happen when you get into a bit of a tizz, locking yourself away so you didn’t have to be a functioning member of society.

“Oh, pretty thing” Jungkook coos, bed dipping under his weight as he sits by your feet. Gentle not to startle you.

You pull the duvet down under your chin, “Kook?” you murmur, watching his lips tug up into a soft smile; a look of understanding washing over his features.

“Hey, baby. You doing okay?” a silly question on his part, but at least he knew you were alive.

You nod, albeit hesitant.

“Why are you here?” you murmur, eyebrows creasing.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls, I was worried” his hands finds their way to your thigh, touch ever so soft you feel the telltale signs of tears coating your eyes.

Your gaze flickers over to your phone, pulling your arm from under the cocoon of your blanket you tap on the screen, “It must have died, I didn’t notice. Sorry” you turn your attention back to your boyfriend.

“How about we get you washed, and then I’ll cook us something yummy?” he offers and you sink further into the pillows surrounding your head.

“I don’t really—” you sigh, “I’m okay”

“None of that, my darling” he soothes, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before he’s pushing himself to stand.

You watch as he wanders into your bathroom, your eyes squinting at the blaring light that spills over your bedroom floor. The first sign of light in your room in almost a week.

You throw the blanket back over your head at the sound of running water. Jungkook’s voice echoing throughout your bathroom as he hums a song he’d probably been listening to on his way over to your place.

He’d always been a good singer, though he refused to ever show anyone other than you— a little secret the two of you had. And maybe it was selfish, how you’d get giddy each time he would sing for you, because you’d always been the only one to see him like this, hear him like this. A special something only the two of you had cupped in your hands, delicate like a butterfly’s wings but ever so beautiful.

“Come on” Jungkook tugs the blanket from your body, and goosebumps raise up the skin of your arms.

“Why are you shirtless?” you frown, fingers skimming the edge of your blanket, grasping at the material, ready to pull it back over your body. If it had been any other day then maybe you’d ogle at his toned chest a little longer.

“We’re taking a bath together. I put extra bubbles, just for you” he juts his head in the direction of your en suite.

You watch as he bends down, arms hooking around your body.

He throws you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, and you watch the muscles of his back flex in that delicious way that has your thighs clenching; heat simmering in your stomach that only he’d ever be able to sate.

The mirror had steamed up, a little relief washing over your body; aware you probably looked like absolute dog shit. You can’t remember the last time you even bothered to shower, let alone wash your face. Your nose scrunches up in distaste before Jungkook’s easing you back onto your feet.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head with practiced ease.

“Hands on my shoulders” he tells you as he bends down, fingers hooking around the waistband of the pyjama pants you were wearing.

You press your weight against your boyfriend as he helps you out of your panties, flinging them back through the door into your room before he’s discarding his own clothes.

He holds your hand as you step into the tub, toes tinging from the scalding water— heat smoldering up your body.

“You sure this isn’t too hot for you?” you smile over your shoulder, “You complain about how hot I have my showers”

Jungkook scoffs, a failed attempt at coving the smile that threatened to pull at his cheeks.

You sink into the water, feeling the bubbles tickle your bare skin. Muscles melting as you bask in the warmth, uncaring as Jungkook slips into the tub behind you.

Your boyfriend’s knees knock against your hips, a little bit of a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to care as you lean back into his chest.

“Feeling better?” he whispers, lips pressed against your shoulder, warm breath tickling bare skin.

You nod, eyes slowly falling shut. Sleepless nights finally catching up to you as you finally find the comfort you’d been craving for so long. The unsettling feeling of pure loneliness fading into a warm love that spreads over your chest.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with classes” Jungkook’s hands run down your arms, tips of his fingers exploring places he knew better than he knew his own body. Knowing where to touch you, where to avoid.

“It’s okay” you whisper.

He sighs, “It’s not. I shouldn’t put shitty assignments over you. I should have known something was wrong when you stopped reading my texts”

“I’m sorry about that” you peek over your shoulder, though Jungkook simply smiles. Nothing indicating any agitation towards your bad habit.

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s my job to always be by your side. I’m sorry i’m like, four days late. I’ve been swamped with classes I didn’t even realize you’ve been having a hard time”

“You don’t have to apologize.” you mirror his response, “Even before we were dating, you always did so much. I’m grateful, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do all this”

“I do it because I love you, baby” he tilts your head up from your chin, gentle kiss pressed to your lips. And you sink further into his chest. Somehow wishing the two of you would simply melt into one being, forever intertwined.

“I love you more”

“Impossible” he snickers, “I love you more”

“For every star there is, in every galaxy, even the ones we don’t know about, each one is a piece of my love for you” you declare, unaware of Jungkook’s morphing expression.

An unfathomable, bubbly feeling of pure love consuming his entire being, bursting at his seams. A feeling so unfamiliar yet welcoming, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“That’s a lot of love, my little star girl” he muses, hands running over your hips as his lips skim over your jaw. “I love you as much as you love the stars”

“That’s a lot of love, too” you hum, pushing yourself to turn around and face your boyfriend.

You smile at the flush of his cheeks, dusted rosy from the hot water. Ends of his air damp from the steam. Bubbles touching him in places you’ve kissed, worshipping his skin like you have as they trail over his stomach— inching down to more intimate places. Another part of him only you’ll ever see.

“You’re pretty” you tell him, watching his ears flush, red hue bleeding down to his chest.

“You’re prettier” he counters and you laugh.

“You’re impossible”

He tugs you closer between his legs, water sloshing around the two of you, “But you love me for it”

“I do” you admit, “And I wouldn’t change you for the world”

“Is that so?” he hums, your favourite smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “Now why don’t you tell me what you’ve been feeling while I wash your hair?”

“That sounds nice” you agree, hands cupping his cheeks, “Thank you, Jungkook. I really mean it”

“I know you do” he leans into your touch, hair falling over his eyes a little from where he’d been growing it out, “Thank you for being here” he takes ahold of your hand, gentle as he presses a kiss to the tips of your fingers.

✯ ✯ ✯

You sit on the edge of your bed, old sheets torn off, slung on the floor for the wash that Jungkook promised he’d do after helping de-tangle your hair.

He’s ever so gentle, and never once complains when your head tips forward too far, or you fidget, feet numb from the way you’d sat on them.

He’d helped you wash your face, having you sat on the counter as he brushed your teeth before chucking you in one of his old sweaters he’d left at your place. Folded neatly where he’d left it the last time he’d spent the night, other items of his clothing slung over your desk and the frame of your bed.

“I’ll wash up while you sort this room out, okay?” he smiles, tugging your curtains open.

You watch orange light flood into your room, eyes transfixed on the full moon as Jungkook plugs your lamp in beside your bed before he makes his way into the kitchen. You wonder how long it had been since you’d star gazed.

You wonder why the stars seem to shine that little bit brighter than they had the last time you’d looked at them. Something acutely similar to Jungkook’s eyes when they light up, passion evident in his gaze, maybe even love. You’d hope it was love, the stars in his eyes always that little bit brighter when he look at you.

Jungkook had always been your little laundry fairy, easily navigating your washing machine with ease, even before the two of you were dating. His new domestic passion being washing up. Something about his hands soaking in bubbly water and clean dishes bringing an extra sparkle to his eyes. Almost as sparkly as when the two of you locked gazes.

You didn’t particularly like washing the dishes, always finding your hands felt grossly dry afterwards where no amount of sweet smelling hand cream could redeem the damage done.

Your boyfriend has had a few too many conversations with you about what chores he’d take on if the two of you were to ever move in together. And you had been more than happy when he’d stepped forward for washing up and laundry duty.

Your gaze snaps towards the door when you hear the grating sound of a pot colliding with your tile flooring.

“You okay?” you call out, bending down to pick up the clothes blanketing your floor.

“I’m fine!” Jungkook shouts, “The handle was slippy”

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“Thank you” you whisper, tucking Jungkook’s hair behind his ear.

He smiles, “Stop thanking me.”

“I just feel really shitty that you have to do all of this stuff for me”

Jungkook’s arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his body until your nose nudges his chest. Your eyes slip closed, body hyper aware of your boyfriend’s fingers as they brush up across your back.

“I don’t have to do anything. I do it because I want t— hey, what’s wrong” he frowns, peeking down at you when he hears a sniffle.

Your hands come to cover your face, body shaking, chest jittery as a sob wracks throughout you.

“Nothing” you hiccup, “You’re just too good to me”

Jungkook laughs, nudging you onto your back before he’s pushing himself up— body caging your own. “You forget all the things you do for me too” his arms flex as he eases a kiss over your eyelids.

Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him down for a kiss. It’s salty, tightness in your chest chocking you as you tilt your head.

Jungkook’s tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent request for access. Your lips part, another tear slipping down your cheek.

“No more crying, my star” Jungkook whispers, lips moving against your own. He pulls back briefly, watching your eyes search his own. Watching as they glisten with unshed tears, his thumb gentle as he brushes it over your wet cheeks.

“I’m sorry” you swallow, hand coming to wipe your eyes, only Jungkook stops you, back of his fingers brushing the delicate skin under your eyes, always worried you pull at them too much when you get upset.

“No more apologies either, okay?”

You nod, lips parting in awe. Smile pulling onto Jungkook’s face, and you’re kissing him again.

Your fingers thread into his the back of his hair, tugging gently, an attempt to mould yourselves further into one another.

One of your hands trail down the front of his body, hand firmly pressing against his cock.

Jungkook pulls his face away from you, “We don’t have to do that, pretty. I didn’t come here to have sex” he pants, tongue laving over his bottom lip.

“I know” your voice breathy, “Still want you”

Your hand squeezes his cock over his sweatpants, twitch of interest dampening your panties as you feel him slowly harden.

“You sure?” he presses a kiss to your jaw.

“Mhmm” you hum, impatient fingers pulling the sweater over your head, panties easily shucked off and thrown onto the floor, your boyfriend following you as he sits up, pulling his clothes off.

Jungkook’s thumb parts your slit, coated in a thick sheen of your arousal— and you moan as he brushes over your clit. Thumbing meanly over your little bud as he leans down for another kiss.

He drinks in your moans, lips swollen, glistening in a mixture of both your saliva as his tongue prods into your mouth— always having liked it a little wet and messy.

Your hips buck up, fingers clasping the sheets as a fingers teases over your entrance.

Your mouth falls open as Jungkook presses a finger into you, lips sucking the skin of your neck.

“Feels good” you whine, walls clamping around his finger as his thumb continues to brush over your clit.

“Yeah?” he croons, pulling his finger out before adding another. Curling them deliciously.

Your hands blindly trail down his body, nails accidentally dragging across Jungkook’s cock-head. He lurches forward, thumb pressed firmer against your clit and you cry out from the shock of pleasure that fizzles up your spine.

“Sorry” you pant.

“Fucking hell, tell me next time” he laughs, head falling between your tits as your hand wraps around his shaft.

“M’ close” you warn, thighs clamping around Jungkook’s hand, though that barely deters him, relentless as he scissors you open; wet squelch meeting your ears with every thrust into you.

You tip over the edge as he eases a third finger into you, “I’m cumming” your thighs shaking around his hand as he brings your slick up over your clit— messily elongating your orgasm with quick flicks of his wrist.

Your hand falls away from his cock, Jungkook’s nose scrunching up as it slaps wetly against your thigh. Bead of pearly pre-cum staining your skin.

Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him into another kiss as his fingers ease on your clit, dipping between your slit before he’s slicking his cock up with your cum.

“Think you’ll be okay?” he murmurs against your lips, running the tip of his cock over your cunt, your eyes squeezing shut as the tip nudges your clit.

Your hips jolt upwards, and Jungkook laughs. A hearty one that has you smiling up at him.

“I love you”

Jungkook presses another peck to your lips, “I love you”

Your fingers part your pussy lips, and Jungkook’s holds the base of his cock, lining himself up with your entrance.

“So pretty” he murmurs, entranced.

You squirm under his gaze, cheeks flushing red as Jungkook’s eyes meet your own.

His smile had always started with his eyes, worming its way towards his lips as he gently pushes into you— head of his cock splitting you open.

Jungkook’s fingers thread with your own, hips languid as he thrusts into you. Your eyes flit between his, watching as his eyebrows furrow in the building pleasure he’s feeling.

There’s nothing rushed in Jungkook’s movements, the mere act of the two of you connecting in such an intimate way fulfilling enough. The raw emotions swimming behind his eyes with each wet squelch of your sodden cunt that overshadows both of your shaky breathing, is enough to slowly bring you hurdling towards another high.

You squeeze his fingers, thighs wrapping around Jungkook’s waits as he leans down, wet, open mouth kisses pressed to your tits— gentle thrum of pleasure sparking down your body as his tongue laves over your nipple.

“I’m close, pretty. Cum with me” Jungkook grunts, eyes closing in utter bliss.

One of your hands slip out of his grasp, worming between your bodies until you brush over your clit.

“Good girl, play with yourself for me”

Jungkook rocks into you, hips stuttering as he nears his release, thighs clapping obscenely against your ass. Your fingers pick up their pace on your clit, staccato of moans tumbling past your lips— Jungkook’s deep groan harmonizing with you.

“Gonna cum” you hiccup, thighs tightening their hold they have on your boyfriend.

You feel his cock twitch, cry of pure pleasure muffled by his lips as Jungkook’s release paints your walls white. And that’s what pushes you over the edge, the world around you seems to muffle, crackling in your ears as you feel unadulterated pleasure course throughout your body in thick waves.

“Well done” Jungkook’s hips pull back a fraction before he’s pushing back into you, “Did so well for me” he croons.

Your chest stutters out a breath, hands mindlessly grasping onto any part of Jungkook you can hold on to. Warmth of his sweat slicked skin helping the buzz of your high melt. Bodies still one, the closest the two of you will ever physically be.

“You okay?” he whispers, lips pressed against your forehead and you nod; legs falling from around his waist.

“Thank you, Kook”

He snickers, “You don’t have to thank me for this, darling” he pushes the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead.

“Not for this” your nose scrunches up at him, “Just—“ you start, lip tucked under your teeth, “Just for everything”

“I love you”

Your muscles relax, giggle bubbling up your throat, “I love you more”

“We should have put a towel down, we just cleaned the sheets” he groans, falling on top of you.

You wheeze out a breath as his full weight settles over you; groaning as your walls clench around his cock that’s still nestled inside of you.

“I have a surprise for you” Jungkook’s lifts his head, and you crane your neck.

“Surprise?”

“Yeah, go pee and then I’ll show you” he tucks your hair behind your ear.

You thighs twitch at the slow drag of his softened cock as he slips out of you.

Jungkook’s fingers drag through your slit as his cum leaks out your hole, a whine pulled from the back of your throat as he fingers his cum back into you.

“How messy” he teases, and your cunt clenches around nothing as he smears his cum over your pussy, “Let me help clean you up”

Your boyfriend scoots down the bed, trail of kisses setting your skin alight as he makes himself comfortable between your legs.

He kisses over your clit, tongue flicking out, toying with the swollen little bud before he’s wrapping his lips around it. He continues to push his cum back into your sodden cunt, walls pulling him in until he’s knuckle deep inside of you.

You whine as he crooks his fingers upwards, stomach tensing as he slowly drags them out of you, mouth leaving sloppy kisses over your entrance, tongue teasing as he circles your hole.

You moan at the lewd noises your cunt makes, burning hot pleasure shooting straight to your throbbing clit as Jungkook’s fingers draw tight circles over the bundle of nerves.

“Cum on my tongue” Jungkook pulls away briefly, only to shove his face further into your cunt, scooping out his own cum and letting it coat his tongue.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, shuddering as his nose nudges against your clit, “I’m cumming” you whine, hips bucking into Jungkook’s face. Using him to get yourself off.

Jungkook hums, vibrations thrusting you head first into another orgasm, body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your previous high.

Jungkook doesn’t stop, tongue licking a bold stripe up your pussy, lips wrapping themselves your clit again— teeth gently scraping over the sensitive skin.

You sob, thighs clamping around his head. Another gush of slick leaks out your cunt and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to finally pull away.

You moan into the kiss as he holds himself up over you, mixture of your releases coating your lips. Jungkook’s chin shiny with your thick arousal. “Always so good for me”

✯ ✯ ✯

“Careful there’s another step” Jungkook warns, arms wrapping around you waist, helping you up the final step.

Your hands remain over your eyes, blindly trusting that Jungkook wouldn’t let you hurt yourself. A sentiment that doesn’t fly over his head, something he definitely thinks about way more than most boyfriends would— but he simply can’t help himself when it comes to you. Everything you’ve ever done is effortlessly perfect to him, and the fact you trusted him like this is enough to have him pressing kisses in all your favorite places.

“What are we doing?” you dare ask, knowing he wouldn’t give you a hint. He’d be adamant on keeping it a secret as the two of you showered and he helped you change.

Goosebumps prickle the skin of your arms when a door swings open. Breeze pushing your hair out of your face as Jungkook pulls you outside. First gust of fresh air causing the hair on the back of your neck to raise.

You’d always believed the night to be cathartic, something almost healing about simply living while people slept. The air always a little fresher, freedom easier to grasp. The world at ease when night fell, where the sky felt closer to the ground; endless possibilities sat at your feet like you finally had control over your life.

“Open your eyes” Jungkook gently pulls your hands away from your eyes.

You look around, “We’re on the roof?” you turn back to Jungkook, eyes furrowing in confusion.

“Look up” he points to the sky.

Your head tips back, mouth opening in awe at how clear the skies were— a million little stars winking at the two of you. Flickering like little fireflies, and you can’t help but smile as you spot a shooting star. Silent wish on the tip of your tongue, and Jungkook seems to have the same idea as his eyes flutter closed.

Jungkook pulls the blanket off his shoulder after making his wish, spreading it out on the floor. One the two of you had used countless times for picnic dates in the park.

“I thought we could stargaze. There aren’t any clouds tonight” he pats the blanket. Silent invitation for you to join him.

You wonder if it were possible to fall in love with someone all over again. Whatever love you felt for them amplifying until all you can feel in an inexplainable love for someone else.

Love is never linear. Never constant. It influxes, where maybe the lines of yours and Jungkook’s love cross paths every now and again when the two of you spend time alone like this. Everything seeming ever so easy when all that existed in your worlds were one another— orbiting until every other planet in the solar system is out of reach, where you’ll always stay together even as the universe crumbles around you.

Loving Jungkook has always been so easy. And truly you believe that for as long as there are stars in the sky, your love will forever be with him. Trusting that he’ll delicately hold your heart as you hold his, because there’s no one else in the entire universe you’d rather have by your side than your best friend.

“I really love you” you blurt, as the both of you lay side by side, “I love you doesn’t feel like enough to explain it”

“I feel like that a lot. It’s a weird feeling” he hums thoughtfully, and you nod your agreement.

“I like it” you murmur, fingers finding Jungkook’s, pinkies intertwined, “It’s a good feeling”

“I like it too” Jungkook turns his head to look at you, endeared smile on his face when you meet his eyes, “My star girl”

You smile at that, tilting your head, featherlight kiss pressed against Jungkook’s lips. Where he chases after you for another, and then another.

“There’s a meteor shower in a few weeks, we should go camping and watch it” Jungkook tells you mindlessly, a thought he’d been meaning to bring up days ago but had been lost somewhere in the dark corners of his mind.

“I’d like that” you nod, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’d like that too” his nose scrunches up, and you kiss it; laughter bubbling up Jungkook’s chest, contagious as you start to giggle too.

Meeting Jeon Jungkook had been the luckiest part of your life, and maybe he was your special star. The one you always find whenever you turn towards the sky, no matter where you are, always watching over you.

To Jungkook, he’s more than certain you’re his. You’d always be the prettiest star in his universe, and he’ll continue to follow you until you fizzle out into stardust.

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― ACORN AND DAISIES.

raiden ei , ningguang , shenhe x reader.

“your love is reciprocated.” + “loyalty / i will stay by your side.” + fluff

WARNING(S) : mentions of blood ( ei ), dead animals ( shenhe ) and a few slight sugar mama ( ??????????? ) implications and slight suggestive themes ( ningguang ). however this is mostly fluff and three women low key simping for you.

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&& . ei | raiden shongun · ( the battle is over ; rest with me )

THERE WAS BLOOD on the floors of the Tenshukaku.

Ei has seen plenty of it in her time alive, from the details of war and her countless campaigns. She has seen blood on you in those moments on the battlefield, but your loyalty always stayed unwavering and your resolve, unyielding. The stalking tiger, the Raiju who tears apart those who oppose her with claws made of cloudburst and a roar that invokes your thunderous wrath.

( Your name was one Ei cherished amongst her closest friends and a name those she reviles, grow to fear. )

It was an honor, you’d say, to serve under her, to fight for her, to lay down your final words in her name. It was an honor, you’d say but even with the centuries Ei holds in her hands and the never ending cycle of loss that she lay witness to, the traitorous thought of you turning into stardust ( just like everyone else, again and again and again ) still invades her mind during her moments of solitude, when the noise from Inazuma and Yae’s voice no longer berates her.

Perhaps in the end, Ei was a weakling to fear something so unlikely. To fear the news of you never returning from a crusade, the news that she’d never see you again, that you’d turn into one of the many faces she now mourns for. Another friend lost to time, another absence that leaves a cold spot behind her.

There was blood on the floors of the Tenshukaku.

And Ei was afraid.

“Milady, you worry too much.” You assure with a laugh while the healers throng about your bleeding body. Your clothes were stained red and Ei see the handle of a spear gutting into your abdomen but you still smile ( and she thinks it’s radiant, even in the macabre state you were in ). She does not move though, quietly watching your wounds treated, the glow of hydro reflecting off of your face with a pale blue sheen.

Ei did not know how to heal. It was Makoto who sealed your wounds and sang for you and Ei between a cup of tea and a platter of mochi. Ei only knew how to fight and wield her spear. In a situation that called for gentleness like her sister’s, she finds herself useless.

( She wants to help you, to ease your pain. The poison in your wound was hardly lethal for a spiritual being like you, but you still wince whenever you shift and your hand still twitches and your jaw still clenches. It shouldn’t hurt you but it does, just as watching you suffer so stings her heart. Ei know, she knows you hide more than you let on. And she knows she can only watch you suffer in uncomfortable silence. )

Once you were tended to and your torso was wrapped with linen, Ei sat herself beside you with a frown on her face. You raise your head a little, indecisiveness settling in your gaze. Ei tucks brushes some of your hair away with a sigh.

“You worry me, sometimes.” she admits, her voice soft, like she was opening up her box of secrets and her thoughts, letting you catch a glimpse of the terrified woman beneath the stoic warrior. “Please, do not turn to such recklessness again.”

You hum, your eyes snapping shut for a brief moment. “I will try, Almighty Shogun…”.

She does not believe you.

A hand rests upon hers. Ei’s glances at you. Your eyes crinkle at the corners. “I won’t be leaving anytime soon, Ei.” Her name escapes your lips easily ( and she finds her cheeks heating up jut a tad bit, for you, a friend, a companion, perhaps more, perhaps… ).

She sighs, lacing her fingers with yours and she presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You pass her an embarrassed look but she cares little of it. The promise had been made and she mulls over the thought till she nods with contentment.

“I trust your loyalty, then.”

&& . ningguang · ( the loveliest of treasures ; she holds close )

“EYES ON ME now.” Ningguang smiles, her metal tipped fingers raising your chin up to meet hers. The brush tickles as it paints a line of red over your eyelid but it was the act that seizes hold of everything that was logical and rational in your mind. Ningguang’s closeness, the softness of her hold, her own scarlet rimmed eyes, her smile —

She was golden; when you look at her long enough. Like the sunsets beheld from the Jade Chamber or the minted mora she so keenly seeks and adores. She was always golden, even as the young girl who you’d accompany to Yaoguang Shoal and share a hot snack with at the stairways of shops and bookstores. Ningguang, who was the face of beauty in Liyue’s streets, who captured hearts around her.

( You were one of them, from the start, from that moment she had taken your hand and whispered your name one chilly night beside a small campfire, with nothing but the stars and the sky above you two. )

It was her hum that brought you out of your wandering thoughts and back to reality. “It’s smudged.” she muses, completely unbothered by the mess of red at the corner of your eye. Wiping away the ink, she dips her brush back into the pot again and leans in closer. “Now, stay still…you keep fluttering your lashes and it hinders my work…”

“Alright…” you could help but giggle, staying still and willing your eyelids to cease it’s nervous movement. You felt that coldness on your skin again and she began her work once more with meticulous detail. Her touch grazes against your chin then down, down, down to your neck, her lips turning up cheekily. “Ningguang…” you whisper with a breathless lilt and her scarlet gaze pins you down.

“Yes?” she teases, brushing up against one particular spot and your head jolts — you were laughing. She was smiling too, her head tilted to the side and her hair stroking your cheek softly when she shifts to place something on the marble table beside you two. You couldn’t see what it was, too focused on her cleaning the smudged ink off of you once more.

“Oh dear…” her concern and annoyance was painfully false and it only served to make you laugh even harder, the humor in your chest rising and rising till you were reduced to nothing but a giggling pile in her hands. “You’ve gone and smudged your makeup again.”

“You know I'm ticklish!” you cry out helplessly. “You may as well have one of your servants do it for me if it bothers you so, no?”

Something flashes in her stare and you wonder if your mischievous words struck a little deeper than expected. Ninnguang always shrugged vitriol off easier than she made her money. She could hardly be bothered by it and she knows you were flippant in your intentions and delivery; a forgettable statement at best.

Your laughter ceases when you see her brow pinch and her painted lips purse.

“Hm, yes…” she hums, lifting your chin up. “I could do that…but I’m a terribly greedy woman and I hardly think I would pass up an opportunity to have you like this…” a pause. “...for myself…” she adds.

You hardly expected that from her, how her voice seems to grow heavier as she whispers her ‘I love you.’ They were frequently shared words between friends, between you and her as an innocent gesture and an affectionate one. The ‘I love you’ uttered by the two of you hardly holds the weight of romance.

( You keep telling yourself that, that lie, even when Ningguang kisses your cheek, or buys you everything and anything under the sun, who lets you into her chambers and rests beside you, speaking of the days when you were both reckless children racing barefoot across the beach. )

“I love you too, mi-guang.” you reply. She stares at you, long and hard, face betraying no emotion whatsoever.

That was when you noticed the dragon and phoenix chopsticks on the table and the look on her face says everything.

&& . shenhe · ( the warmth of a meal ; she missed it so )

YOUR FIRST SIGHTING of Shenhe, the crane girl was at the valleys of Juehyun Karst, a bouquet of Qingxins in your hand. She was a silver shape in the distant peak, with hair like star glitter and her spear at the ready ( strange, solitary, and so far away and alien ). The muffled scream of an abyss mage follows, then a palpable silence.

You wasted no time in packing your things and leaving. Death was not something welcomed yet.

The second time you saw Shenhe, it was in Liyue harbor. She was staring at a noodle stall with the intensity of a warrior who anticipates glorious battle. She also wasn't blinking either and the poor stall keeper, for all his modesty, was beginning to nervously sweat under the heat of her gaze.

“Is something wrong?” you step in, anxiously glancing between him and the silver girl ( and you think you’ve heard of her, of the adeptus of Aocang who exorcized the demons that dared sink their claws into hallowed ground ). The silver girl only huffs.

“That is none of your concern.” and then, she leaves the two of you behind with shared bewildered stares.

The third time you saw Shenhe, it was at Juehyun Karst again. She stands close now, close enough for you to see her impassive stance and feel her scrutinizing glare. As beautiful as the silver woman was, she was a terrifying creature, like a gilded dagger ( beautiful and sharp ). But you nod politely and quietly leave behind some of your spare lunch; a bowl of noodles.

The bowl was empty when you returned.

The fourth time you saw Shenhe, she was at your gate. You try not to scream when you catch sight of her tall frame, terrified that you may have sought out her wrath in some way. To be cursed or killed by an adeptus…the most you could do now was pray to any listening god for your safety.

She does not come any closer though and any monster foolish enough to wander too close was killed.

( She did catch your gaze once, when you placed a bowl of hot Banmian on your windowsill and retreated back, much like an inexperienced bumpkin handling a dangerous tiger. She wordlessly collected her food when your back was turned and returns the dish without so much as a thank you. )

The fifth time you saw Shenhe, she was at your doorway, with two dead fowls in her hands. You figured she must have liked your cooking because she holds the birds up with solemn expectancy ( and you were struck by how child-like she seemed at that moment, like she was waiting for a promise to be fulfilled, for a faraway dream that she deemed perfectly attainable ). You take them, anxiously glancing between her and her supposed gift.

“Will you cook some for me?” she asks, her tone still curt and apathetic, but you sense — just sense — a hint of hope and perhaps some longing as well beneath it all. Her frame glows white ( she looked like a lost spirit…perhaps she was a lost spirit ), her light blue eyes stay trained upon you. You nod.

“What would you like?” you ask.

“Noodle soup.” her answer was immediate, almost practiced and you wonder why she seems so fixated on that dish. “For you too.” she adds, pointing to the second fowl. You blink. That was...sweet...?

An hour later, you set the table and she helps herself, content with her meal. You do not question it; simplicity was a life you liked living and you doubt she was ready to answer any questions that were brimming up to the surface like scalding magma.

Shenhe keeps returning with food and with her visits, comes a comfortable familiarity. She’ll tell you about her studies under the adepti and you’d tell her about the harbor. You weave Qingxins in her hair when you think she isn't looking; when she knows you’re there, but she sees no reason to talk, you utter her name with a smile now rather than a nervous tug at your lips ( and it comes out easily, and it feels like silk on your lips ) and she tentatively grasps your finger with hers during evening walks.

( The two of you witnessed a couple do so once during the Lantern Rite. It was the first time you saw her shy hesitance when it came to touching you, but she was gentle for a being who knew violence ).

“If anyone dares to bother you,” she declares one day. “Tell me of them and I'll break their legs.”

You raise a brow, mildly distressed. “Surely that's not how you confess your affections for me…?” you utter under your breath, drawing your free hand away from a paper kite. Shenhe frowns.

“Is that not romantic? From what I have read in books, the willingness to protect a loved one is viewed to be quite appealing…”

You stare at her this time, at Shenhe who stares back with a confused tilt of her head, at the girl who lived tucked away within the realm of the gods high in the mountains, at the warrior who bore too much emotion in a single body and knew so little about humanity, who comes home everyday with a dead animal as a symbol of her courtship.

“Just kiss me already.” you sigh, exasperated. Shenhe’s cheeks flush pink but she dips her head and presses her lips against yours.

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raiju, in shintoism is actually the animal totem or comanion of raiden / narukami, the god of thunder. it's name literally means thunder beast and since it's species was never specified, there are a lot of iterations on what animal it was. a few popular ones are the wolf, the dragon and the tiger ( which is what i went for the reader here ). and yes, raiku, that tiger pokemon is actually inspire by raiju's tiger iterations. pretty cool, huh?

the dragon and phoenix chopsticks are usually given to married couples as a symbol of marital bliss and good luck. it's one of the reasons why zhongchi as a ship blew up so much, since zhongli gave childe a pair of the same chopsticks XD. while it is left ambiguous by hoyo, i'd like to think that this is either ningguang pulling all the stops and telling the reader to just flat out marry her, or is subtly asking them out.

the nickname the reader uses for ningguang is a play on words of sorts. some chinese nicknames shared between friends usually features a pun of sorts or a play on their names ( since chinese names can have similar pronunciations but completely different characters and meanings ). the name used means 'peaceful stroll'.

food in chinese culture is pretty important when it comes to forming bonds as well as to bring people closer. it plays a pretty significant role in festivals for this precise reason as well ( and i find it pretty fascinating since food in itself seems to share that universal value...at least in my culture as well. eating anywhere but at the table was considered pretty disrespectful ).

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