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nyxthejinx · 6 months
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Tummy ache survivor winds up writing angst!! Wrio and Clorinde clearly besties, I need them to hug me tight and tell me I'll be okay :'(
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Clorinde holding her gun to your head, and absolutely shattering from the inside out at the idea of pulling the trigger. She's so mad at you for choosing to go down this path, for forcing her to suffer twice as much and carry this burden, your blood on her hands. Every fiber of her being is screaming at her to stop, but she's known for her unwavering resolve. She'll regret it for the rest of her life.
Wriothesley staring at you, arms crossed and seemingly unbothered, professional- as if he didn't have the love of his life handcuffed before him. As the seconds tick by his mask of indifference begins to fail him, the crease on his brows betraying the silent ache tearing away his chest. He won't be able to help you the way he wants, because everyone is equal in the Fortress, and you're no exception.
Neuvillette, oh so distracted during your trial, his mind doing a back and forth between what must be done and what he'd like to do. For once the Iudex isn't struggling with gathering and figuring out his thoughts: it's clear this time, but it mustn't be voiced. His distraction won't stop him from handling your case with utmost care, though. So he can make sure, at the very least, that your sentence is the fairest of all.
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thelov3lybookworm · 5 months
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Remember me? (Part 10)
Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.
But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.
Except for a very adorable reminder of him.
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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.
A/n: hello babies! Please ignore any mistakes if you see one because I duchy have time to edit!
Anyways, I might write a readers pov of what was going on towards the end 😏
Enjoy!
(I'll edit the links in later 😉❣️)
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Feyre's pov.
She chased after the two giggling boys, a smile on her face as she ignored the constant hammering on the mental shields she had around her mind. Laughed as she ignored the constant tugging on the bond that connected her to a male far away from her, the distance of courts separating two weeping hearts.
It had been a month since Feyre had winnowed into the Autumn Court Palace's doorstep, the sentries guarding the huge wood entrance startling at the sudden and impossible appearance of the high lady of the night court, tears streaming down her face, clutching the hand of a grinning three year old boy.
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The night court heir looked around in wonder, his eyes going wide at the trees surrounding the magnificent Palace, his grin fading into a little o at the sheer size of it, a place that was gigantic to the little boy's eyes compared to the house he was used to.
Feyre sniffled, trying to stop the tears and be strong for her little boy who had yet to realise his mother was crying.
The sentries stood at attention after their initial shock faded, an armoured male stalking forward at the commotion, his lips parting as he realised that Feyre had winnowed directly inside the wards.
"Did you break the wards, cursebreaker?" The male, who Feyre assumed was the captain of the Guard, spat the title out like it was a curse, something to be ashamed of.
And Feyre was beginning to think that maybe it was.
Feyre had just opened her mouth to respond, to clear any misunderstandings, but another voice beat her to it.
"The high lord gave her permission to enter."
The male froze, his head lowering in deference as he turned to look at the owner of the voice.
She stood in a simple silk robe, her shoulders thrown back, the chilled night breeze gently whispering through her unbound hair, her cheecks red.
Y/n.
It seemed like a month in the autumn court had done her good.She looked more beautiful, making it unable to look away from her. Or maybe she had just become more confident, the worries weighing down her shoulder gone as she stood straight backed, her clear and bright eyes unblinking and unflinching as she stared down at the guard whose head was still lowered.
"The cursebreaker you are talking to is a friend, and you would do well to remember that."
Finally, Feyre looked away from Y/n long enough to glance at the new arrival, and had to resist the urge to cock an eyebrow.
Eris stood next to Y/n, his eyes blazing, hair sticking up in places as if he had been tugging at it and then hastily smoothed it back. He was shirtless, leaving all the mouth watering expanse of smooth, pale skin covering the rippling muscle underneath on display.
Though that was not what made Feyre curious.
The hand he had wrapped around Y/n's shoulders was.
Feyre met the eyes of her friend, who glanced at Eris for a long moment before shrugging out of his grip. He reluctantly lowered his arm, hurt flashing over his russet eyes before he covered it up.
Now Feyre was intrigued. Though the drilling of all the details Feyre wanted to know from Y/n would have to wait.
"Uncle Eris!" Nyx giggled, sprinting towards the red headed male, who tore his eyes from Y/n, grinning and opening his arms for the boy.
"Hello Nyx. How are you?"
"I'm good! Where is Fin?"
"He is sleeping. Come, I will take you to his room. I have already placed a bed next to his, so you can sleep in his room."
Nyx squealed happily as Eris carried him away with a last look at Y/n.
Feyre turned to Y/n, who approached her with a sad smile.
"I had hoped this day would never come." Y/n whispered, reaching out to grasp Feyre's hand.
"Me too."
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Fin turned a corner, screeching in happiness, and Nyx followed.In the whole month Feyre and Nyx had been away from the night court, Nyx had never once asked about his father, so busy was he in spending his time with Fin.
His brother.
Feyre also followed the little boys, skidding to a stop when her eyes landed on a sight that she would describe as... funny.
Eris had his head practically shoved down a vase, inspecting the flowers potted in it, while Y/n stood a few feet away, caressing her fingers along the wall next to her in the alcove she was standing in, as if the wall felt lonely and she was soothing it with a gentle touch.
And both their cheeks were red, and the only way to describe the color was the red of an angry fire.
Y/n turned to her son and his brother giving them a dazzling smile as they ran up to her.
"Auntie Y/n! Do you want to play with us?"
Fin jumped eagerly at Nyx's question, and Y/n nodded, sparing a glance at Eris, who still couldn't find the brain he had dropped into the vase.
"Come, we have a few hours before dinner time, so we can play."
The children cheered, then grabbed each of Y/n's hands and began dragging her away.
With a last glance at Eris, who now stared at the retreating form of Y/n with a look Feyre couldn't decipher, she followed the kids and her friend.
She would have to pester Y/n for details of what was going on between her and Eris soon.
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khaire-traveler · 9 days
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🌫️ Subtle Erebos Worship 🌑
Sit in stillness for a while, especially darkness; meditate or become comfortable in the quiet
Take time each day to decompress from the events of the day; relax and rest
Drink herbal tea or a warm drink you enjoy before bed; preferably something soothing
Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)
Wear jewelry that reminds you of him
Keep a picture of him in your wallet
Start a bedtime/nighttime routine
Try to avoid screens an hour before bed; try reading a book, drawing, or another relaxing and screenless activity
Fall asleep/meditate/study to music reminiscent of emptiness, stillness, or liminality (links included to videos I sleep/listen to c:)
Have a stuffed animal that reminds you of darkness, stillness, or The Void™; nocturnal animals work well (Stygian owl, trust me)
Have imagery of fog, darkness, the night sky, what you believe the creation of the universe looked like, or The Underworld (his name is sometimes conflated with The Underworld itself) around
Dedicate a collection of coins to the souls passing into The Underworld who don't have coins to cross the Stygian
Watch the sunrise; watch the sunset
Learn about the night sky; learn the different constellations and myths they have
Learn about space; learn about cave systems; learn about anything you consider mysterious, expansive, and a bit frightening
Visit/tour a cave (SAFELY!!!!)
Leave water outside for nocturnal animals that stop by; leave out water for a bird bath
Listen to the morning bird songs; listen to the sounds of the night
Press/dry a flower still wet with evening dew
Practice mindfulness; practice meditation
Go camping, and sleep under the stars; take time to be present in nature, in the night
Watch a scary movie in the dark; you're also welcome to watch a comfort movie instead
Collect animal bones (thank the animal's spirit after doing so)
If fog rolls in, go outside in it; take a walk in it (SAFELY!!!)
Plant seeds in the ground; start a garden; tend to plants
Grow your own herbs or produce
Honor your ancestors or passed loved ones; engage in spirit work if comfortable
Visit a cemetery; leave flowers on graves if given permission to do so
Reflect on your deeper beliefs; what do you believe about the different mysteries/uncertainties of life (the afterlife, universe creation, purpose, etc.)
Dance/sing to music that makes you feel ancient, mystical, mysterious, or generally cool
Take a walk during a new moon (if it is safe to do so your area)
Learn about self-defense; be sure to take a weapon with you when going out at night (if you feel it's necessary mostly)
Wear black or darker colors
Take a relaxing bath/shower at night, especially with herbs or in dim light (SAFELY!!!)
Write/read ghost or mystery stories
Light a bonfire; gather around it with loved ones; share scary or mysterious stories
Support space, deep ocean, or deep cave exploration organizations; support nocturnal animal preservation organizations
Learn about the different phases of the moon; learn about what each one means
Practice patience and restraint
Find healthy outlets for extreme emotions; drawing, writing, boxing, dancing, crafting, etc.
Learn to become comfortable within your own presence (this takes practice, it'll be ok)
Sleep with a small bag of soothing herbs under your pillow (lavender, jasmine, etc.) or charms
Keep a dream journal; try to interpret your dreams
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This is my list of discreet ways to worship Erebos! He is rarely talked about, from what I've seen, but he is the God of Darkness, born from the primordial Khaos at the creation of everything. He is paired with Nyx often, and the two have had several children, including Hypnos and Thanatos. His name was used interchangeably with The Underworld sometimes. I'll likely add more later, but for now, I hope you enjoy what I've made. Take care. ❤️
Link to Subtle Worship Master list
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ravenandmoon · 3 months
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Introduction
My tumblr name : Raven
Age : 24 ; pisces ☀️ / cancer 🌑 / virgo ⬆️
Gender & Sexuality : Transmasc Genderfluid (she/they/he) & Asexual
Hobbies : cooking, writing, gaming (The Witcher III and Baldur's Gate 3 are my current favorites), reading (current read : The Name Of All Things by Jenn Lyons).
Witchy journey : I'm close to witchcraft since i'm a kid but i really start this journey around 2020. It's was really influenced by Wicca tho, now i'm not into that. I focus more on kitchen witchcraft.
Practice : A bit of spirit work with plants and crystals. Deity worship and devotion. Tarot and oracle readings (but not for others).
The deities i'm close/devoted to : Apollon Mousêgetês, Hekate Trioditis, Aphrodite Areia, Dionysus Sôtêrios, Artemis Hêmerasia/Sôteira, Hermes Diaktoros, Hestia, Nyx, Hypnos.
Other deities I worship : Zeus, Hephaetus, Asteria, Selene, Helios, Asclepius, Thanatos, Melinoë, Persephone, Athena, Ares.
(Hades, Poseidon, Hera and Demeter are acknowledge too but i cannot really say I worship them for now.) It is a lot but some of those deities were in my life before i knew polytheism was a thing and i just started being more mindful about Them since last year.
Terms i use for myself and my beliefs : Polytheist and Animist (rarely a witch, never a pagan).
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~⭑The Galaxy⭑~
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REQUESTS ARE: Closed
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Rules
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The Sun
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Planets
Planet: Dream Smp
Planet: Hermitcraft
Planet: Haikyuu
Planet: My Hero Academia
Planet: Ouran High school Host Club
Comets
Symphony of Boatem
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Shining Stars
@logan368
@pen-tafoo
@boop-ity
@moriiartist
@nyx-the-enderman
Shy Stars
✨ Anon
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Luna's Star Chart
🔪- Angst
🌹 - Fluff
🌕 - Headcanons / Drabbles (Under 1k Words)
🌑 - one-shots (Over 1k words)
🌓 - One-shots and headcanons
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szalipcombo · 6 years
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Artemis, Apollo, Hestia, Iris, and Nyx
Artemis: What are you waiting for in life?☀️🦌: I’m waiting for my purpose. My calling. I know what I wanna do, but will I really do it?Apollo: Do you have any talents?⭐️💫: I'd like to say I’m good at singing,( I may post a video this month) and maybe writing. Idk cause no one really reads my stuff. Hestia: Where’s your home away from home?🌎🔥: My cousins house in Virginia. It’s better than Alabama.Iris:what’s your favorite color palette? 🌊🌈: Golden or Yellow and baby blue. Nyx: what’s your favorite nighttime activities?🌑🥀: SKINCARE!!! IMMA TRYNA GLOW BABES!!!Keep askin me questions!
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nyxthejinx · 7 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧
Guess who's back- yeahh Wrio altered my brain chemistry and i gotta cope with everything that just happened in the archon quest (iykyk). I haven't written in ages, I'm a bit rusty :')
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Slow mornings are the sweetest.
𝐓𝐖: Fluff (incredible, I know) nudity and intimacy in general (nothing too explicit, more on the romantic side), allusions to the night before, reader loves wrio's butt and is shameless about it (don't we all), mention of scars (wrio's), I tried to proof read it multiple times but my brain is fighting against me, lemme know if I missed anything
𝐅𝐭.: Wriothesley - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1056
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Eclipse - Pink Floyd
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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 that his body is covered with scars, nor does he try to hide them. But the bedside lamp and the afterglow shed a new light on him, one that only you have the privilege of enjoying.
He sits at the edge of the bed, hands by his sides, sinking comfortably in the mattress. The slightest twitch of his muscles can't go unnoticed, not when everything is so slow and still as if time had stopped.
But that's what happens in the Fortress, no? Unless you keep an eye on the watch, minutes and hours blend into a placid flow, until you end up thinking you have all the time in the word.
That's why you lay down the clocks in the room, when darkness begins its descent up in the overworld.
Because you get to see him like this. Sleep ridden, quiet, a bit grumpier than usual. Shamelessly naked from head to toe, with the sheets thrown over his lap for the sake of decorum, as if you didn’t see and feel each other all night along.
This morning too, he stills for minutes on end, staring ahead and gifting you the precious sight of his toned back, now painted with marks and scratches fresh from the night. He runs a hand on his nape, down his shoulder and you know he loves the stinging carvings you left behind with your nails.
But your favourite part rests further down.
“You have a nice butt.” You mumble with a lazy smile, as you let your eyes wander to his lower back. “I ought to tell you more."
Wriothesley looks over his shoulder just enough to glare at you, but you know that fiery glimmer stems from amusement; the way his eyes wrinkle at the sides nullifies the frown creasing his brows.
He's lovely, incredibly entertaining whenever he tries and fails to hide his eagerness for compliments.
The man huffs through his nose, shaking his head before standing up. He holds the fabric around his waist, now covering his rear out of spite, as he rummages through the small puddles of discarded clothes on the room's floor.
You, on the other hand, aren't as diligent as he is. There's no hurry, no impending chores more important than this moment as you make yourself comfortable on your side, in the softness of your pillow —that inevitably smells like him too.
Only a fool wouldn't enjoy how incredibly clumsy he appears right now, fighting with the sheets and getting more and more impatient with every passing second that he can't find his underwear.
It's like admiring the dark side of the moon, knowing that no one else gets the same privilege, the same trust.
Which... Might be revoked after this little stunt you pulled.
"Looking for these?"
Wrio's head snaps towards you and his frown deepens at the sight of his boxers hanging from your hooked fingers. You smirk, backing away as far as you can, until he's forced to stretch across the bed and over your body.
You can't help but giggle and snicker, too amused and definitely too confident in the power you hold over him. You both know his pinky finger would be enough to turn the tables, but he wordlessly enjoys this silly game between you two, just like he adores seeing your petty smirk.
Oh, and how he loves wiping it off your face. If he only had more time, in this dreaded Monday morning.
Without much effort, he eventually grabs the garment. "Pervert." He mutters, pinching the skin below your ribs.
You flinch, chuckling breathlessly. "Mean."
But not wrong. You can't stop your eyes from drifting down, where the sheets have slipped dangerously low after all the fighting.
Everything, from his scarred pecks and abs, to his V line looks so... imperfect, gruff, hostile. He's a man who's rough around the edges, like the claw marks that decorate his throat; hardened by life, on guard all the time.
Untrusting.
And yet, he shows his back to you without much thought.
Even now, with his pants back on, he plops into his previous position idly, placid in his every move.
There's no need to check for threats, because there's none.
And you realise once again —like you do every day— that you're not ready for the sun to come up and for the moon to switch sides.
For him to glance back.
There's things that need to be done, affairs that only the Duke can handle, no matter how greedy and jealous of his presence you are. Your hands itch to wrap around his wrist, to pull him back by your side for another hour or two.
Wriothesley, on the other hand, spins along without thinking twice, as he adjusts his boots back on. Hadn't you known him long enough, you'd dare to say he doesn't yearn for you as much as you yearn for him, but it's the little things that speak in his stead.
It's the lazily unbuckled belt, the messy hair, wobbling around with his every little movement. "I'll do it later, for it means that we'll spend more time together" they say.
It's the blemished, vulnerable back, offered so humbly.
And suddenly you can't resist the urge anymore.
You navigate your way through the sea of sheets to wrap your arms around his waist, and your bare front against his back stops his motions altogether. Blurred memories from the early night flare up one more time, as your lips burn invisible seals on the skin of his shoulder. Every mellow kiss is so fond, intimate. Just for the two of you to feel.
Never have you felt a stronger sense of belonging. Not when he relaxes so easily in your presence and the world ceases to spin.
When turning his back to you feels so natural.
"Be careful, mh?" You kiss the crook of his neck again, while your hands trace the rough skin around his navel. "I want your pretty butt to be safe and sound."
Wrio's deep chuckle shakes his shoulders and chest, and you feel it deep deep deep in your own heart.
"Your wish, my command." He hums, his coarse fingers guiding one of your wrists to his lips.
The moon, you decide, is prettier when it's dark.
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nyxthejinx · 1 year
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Hiii! I saw your open requests and decided to send one! Feel free to ignore it!
This has been going through my head for some time now but what about scaramouche having a nightmare about reader leaving or betraying him somehow, then he would wake up and don't see reader besides him so he thought everything was real and then he sees reader just coming into the bedroom like "I just went to the bathroom- wth happened" or something like that.
A reverse comfort with a fluffy final! You can do drabble or headcanon, choose what you feel more comfortable and please do GN reader!
I'm sorry if there's any grammar or misspelling mistake. Thank you!
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞.
So... Hi? I HAVE NO EXCUSES FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK OMFG I'M SORRY. It's been difficult these past months but now I'm finally getting back up so... Here you go 🥺
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𝐓𝐖: Angst with comfort, scaracoochie having a bit of a panic attack and intrusive thoughts (wants to burn the house down💀), spoilers for his backstory, lemme know if I missed anything.
𝐅𝐭.: Wanderer - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 538
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: rises the moon - Liana Flores
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 as Wanderer releases yet another distressed breath.
It echoes in the silent, dark, but most of all, empty restroom of your shared house, the terrible truth he's rejected so adamantly now solidifies, heavy like concrete in his head.
It dawns on him fast and hard. Fills his lungs with water, makes his breaths shorter, ragged. He's unbelieving that you, out of all the people he's met in his long lasting life, would be capable of stabbing him like this.
He's checked every room, every corner and crevice. You had to be somewhere. It had to be a nightmare, confined to his wicked mind. And nothing else.
You couldn't be gone.
Not after everything you've said and done for him, after becoming the reason he stayed instead of wandering aimlessly, waiting for the end of time.
But his eyes are wide open, the hurt real in his artificial body.
You're gone and Wanderer feels like he's just been robbed of his heart once again.
Wanderer feels like he's going insane.
Wanderer feels. Mad. At you. At himself.
He grits his teeth, a poor attempt to stop his sped up breathing. The darkness, the silence around him clogs his throat like black smoke, the candle in his hand -one you gifted him- stops feeling like a beacon of hope and safety.
It's another knife in his chest, flickering along with the trembling of his hand, as if to mock his lack of self control.
It's feeble and pathetic, just like him.
Wanderer looks down at the yellow flame.
Burn it. Erase it. Forget it.
Burn it all. It wasn't worth your trust.
They're gone, just like last time, what else is left for you here?
He stares ahead but doesn't really look at what's in front of him. His eyes unfocused, vision blurred by something wet.
His grip slackens.
Burn. It. All-
"Love, here you are! You won't believe it, some drunkards were having a fight right on the walkway, I had to threaten them with my- are you alright?"
Just like a slap in the face your voice wakes him up from the second nightmare of the night.
He flinches, securing his fingers at the base of the candle. Wanderer turns around only to see your face twisted in worry, these features of yours he knows by heart downturned in a way he never liked.
One that never lessens your beauty though.
"Love?" You reach for his cheek, slow and delicate, cradle his jaw like freshly molded glass. "What happened?"
He leans in your hold by instinct, his free hand closing on top of yours, his chest deflating. It's amazing how your presence alone shatters the shackles that weighed on him mere moments before. Amazing how you ground him to reality with just one touch, dissipating all his deepest fears and worries and filling his soul with indescribable warmth.
He feels guilty for doubting you, he wants to say. He's had another nightmare, he's still taunted by unfounded doubts and thoughts, he wants to tell you.
But his lips are sealed and he can only melt as your arms enclose him in a gentle hug.
"Breathe love, I'm here, okay?" Amazing how you read right through him. "Always, for you."
You say and do things to him.
You're the reason why he stays.
You are home.
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nyxthejinx · 1 year
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Heya!
I just saw your open for request post and want to commission an Cyno x gn!reader, please? :) a fluffy and spicy drabble would be lovely. Maybe smth like.. the reader is good friends with Cyno and Tighnari but the reader went on a journey thru teyvat and met the Aether (traveler) on their way and since then they traveled together and been thru much so they have a connection ofc and then when the reader and Aether visit sumeru and they meet Cyno - he will get all jealous? Cause he sees how close they are and he fears that he missed his chance with the reader? But obvsly its not like that and yeah. A lil bit of making out at the end, please? cause Cyno needs to let out some steam after his jealously :^)
Thank you for doing requests btw!
FIRST. It took ages but I was able to sell my soul in exchange for inspiration only recently, I'm so sorry. SECOND thank YOU for asking, I wasn't sure about this until the 3am among us potion made it work. THIRD beautiful pfp, akaza bb fr i love him a normal amount I promise. FOURTH it's 5 am, literally I'm not kidding, I tried to proofread and all that but I don't even know what's my name anymore so I'm sorry for typos and shit. FIFTH I hope It makes sense, enjoy 💀
𝐓𝐖: Fluff and obviously spice (making out, vague allusions to the dirty deeds ;) ), use of petnames (dear, love), lemme know if I missed something.
𝐅𝐭.: Cyno, Aether (but he's your homie) - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Rendezvous - Little Mix (god this song is such a banger)
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Cyno fears nothing.
"Cyno, this is Aether."
Cyno fears one thing.
He'd felt so happy after reading your last letter. You said you'd be back in a few days with a special surprise, but honest to Archons the fact you'd be coming back to him - for him, he’d wanted to say, but not dared to- was enough of a present.
He surely wasn't expecting that this "surprise" would be none other than the Traveler who's saved Sumeru, though. A charming blondie who drifts a bit too close to you, in Cyno's opinion.
"We met in Liyue, he's amazing." You smile, squeezing the blond's shoulder. "He's a well known traveler across Teyvat, even in regions he has yet to visit!"
"I just help those who need it, not that much of a big deal."
Aether blushes and rubs his neck. Aether blushes. And you're touching him in a way that only close friends do.
It's fine, Cyno wants to think. You're allowed to do whatever you want in your life, he sure as hell won't stand in your way. He already stepped aside back in the days, as you excitedly told him how one of his worst fears came true you were leaving for adventure.
Everything to make you happy.
But his mixed feelings would always get in the way and unleash endless internal conflicts. It wasn't simply about not having you around, it was some kind of longing sitting inside his chest and screaming at you not to go.
It was the distance that made him realise: he was, and still is, far too in love for his own good.
And Aether could get in the way of that.
"We meet again, Traveller." The General nods, pushing down such shameful thoughts. "I'm glad to see you are both fairing well."
"It's all thanks to [Name], actually." Aether nudges you in the ribs. "They're really helpful, no matter the task."
You smirk. "Oh, what an honour. The traveller complementing me, a common, mortal nobody."
"Hey, I'm not that annoying!"
"Maybe. But you sure snore at night. That is annoying."
"Wh-! I don't. I know for a fact-"
No, you don't sound like close friends. You sound like a married couple. What just happened in this handful of months? Did Cyno hesitate too long and lost his chance? Now that he had decided to expose his deepest feelings?
"You guys! Paimon is starving here."
Paimon's shrill voice cuts short the bicker, as the Matra's jaw clenches. Good time, credits to Paimon, but seeing the two of you stroll towards the tavern didn't ease the knot in his chest the slightest.
Your laughter wasn't addressed to him nor to his uncanny jokes. He wasn't the one making you smile.
He was the moon and he'd just been eclipsed by the Traveller's brightest light.
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Dinner was... Gut wrenching, to say the least.
You'd known Cyno long enough to tell apart his feelings even as he wears that stoic facade of his. While Paimon and the Traveller didn't have a single clue about the situation, you could feel his dry gaze burning holes on both of your figures, as if the sun had ascended back to the skies and everything around had turned desert.
He was feeling something you'd never quite seen within him.
It took you a bit too long to realise that the fair, lawful General Mahamatra was jealous, of all things.
He was so subtle with it, carefully hid his resentment in his voice and choice of words, in his gestures and mannerisms. But worst of all he didn't propose a single joke during the meal, not even when you laid the chance on a silver platter for him.
That had your mind reeling for the rest of your time together, and even afterwards, as you waved goodnight to Aether and Paimon. As you walked these streets you still know by heart with your dearest friend by your side.
As you choked on the thick air surrounding the two of you.
Maybe you should've left Aether out of it, for the first day, at least. Cyno hadn't seen you in so long, perhaps he didn't like the way Aether inadvertently hogged your attention the entire time when all he wanted was to hear about your adventures.
Yeah, you'd been an idiot for that one.
But, you still had an ace up your sleeve. Quite literally. One that would grant you his forgiveness and hopefully help you say the words to him.
Because of course, it took you less than a week far from him to realise you were smitten for this dad-jokes-spitting being.
You patted your side as you approached Razan Garden in all its glory, and sighed at the feeling of the rectangular box still inside. You could do it, you had to! It took you months of preparation, you wouldn't let it go to waste.
"[Name]." Cyno's voice was soft, as if to match the atmosphere lingering in the marble gazebo. He'd stopped a couple steps ahead of you, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "My congratulations and best wishes."
You alt abruptly at that. Where the hell is it coming from?
"Uh, thank you?" You quirk a brow. "Did I do something special without knowing?"
He chuckles under his breath. Yes, you are special and he's grateful a being so perfect can exist in this world and is part of his life. But he would never tell you that.
He turns instead. His eyes rich with emotion, gentler. "I'm beyond glad that you found the right person out there, [Name]."
Oh. Oh.
"I only ever hoped for your happiness and well-being, during this period of time."
"Cyno, wait a sec-"
He takes a step forward. "If I had to voice my honest thoughts... I must admit I couldn't find peace of mind knowing you would've been out there alone."
"Cyno-"
"But I see you're perfectly capable of handling your own," the man sighs, shakes his head. A small smile curves his lips. "Just like you've always done."
"Oi-"
And then he's placing loose hands on your shoulders, as if he's in some kind of automatic mode and has to finish the speech at all costs.
For a moment you think he's gone absolutely senile. "Still, I'm relieved you have someone who can watch your back, now. He's a kind-hearted person, level headed, the best you could wish for-"
"Archons' fucking sake, Cyno! Will you hear me out a damn second?"
Cyno almost jumps back, taken out of his weird reverie, but you're quick to trap his face between your hands. You're close, closer than you'd wanted to, unfocused in your frustrated fervor. So much his breath warms the apple of your cheek, as it wasn't burning already.
You take a breath and force more words out before you can cower away from it. "I get where you're coming from, I neglected you today and acted like a shitty friend. And I'm sorry for that."
You lower your gaze to the ground. Now or never. "But it's you, okay? It's always been you! I could travel across all Teyvat and even Celestia, but it's you and just you. So drop that thing you're on about please."
That was disgustingly corny. But hopefully did the trick, you guess.
A beat passes. Then two. You don't see his face, you don't have the courage to take a look at the mess you've made. Him being jealous didn't mean he liked you, not necessarily. Maybe you should've given him the TCG deck and call it a night.
Another beat goes by.
"So... You and Aether are not...?"
He's gonna be the death of you.
You groan, a guttural sound that shouts exasperation from the deepest parts of your chest. All rationality goes to hell as you drag him closer and slam your lips together.
You're kissing him. Archons you're kissing him-
There's no time for Cyno to react. You're pulling away in a frenzy, hoping the ground will open for the Abyss to swallow you right now. You kissed one of your friends only to prove that you're single, and in fact attracted to them. Could it be worse than that? More humiliating and disrespectful to him?
"I'm so sorry!" You wave your hands around. "I shouldn't have without your permission! Are you okay?"
You search his expression for any sign of discomfort; he looks absolutely flabbergasted, but somehow weirdly composed like a bronze statue. His lips -god you'd just kissed them- are parted in the slightest, his eyes wide and yet still. The calm before the storm.
He's showing yet another sentiment you've never really seen him wear.
"Again." Cyno says.
You blink. "Uh?"
You feel his hand slither behind you and circle your waist, as he pushes your body closer. His skin is running hot like the desert's sands and you curse at his choice, or better lack of clothes.
His silver hair falls like a curtain, his eyes sharp. Dangerous, even, if you're not careful enough.
"Please, do it again. I think I've just seen the gates of Celestia." He mutters close to your lips.
That sounds more like him. You can't help but snort at his choice of words, shuddering all the same. The implications of said words dig a flaming hole in your chest.
"How can you be so smart, but dum dum at the same time?" You whisper, one hand traveling to the back of his neck, the other busying itself with stray locks of hair.
And you dip in for another kiss. One you sigh into, one that can be called kiss, actually. It's slower, but full all the same, scorching hot, pushed by feelings that were repressed for too long.
Cyno locks his free hand at your nape, never possessive, although firm. Small sounds bubble in the back of his throat when you bite at his lower lip, then backs just enough to mutter a couple words.
"Can you really blame me? It feels like a dream coming true." He pecks your lips, then presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. "I was scared you'd chosen him."
"So, all those pretty words from before?" You exhale a breathy laugh, cradling his jaw.
"I'd give away everything I have and am if it meant you'd be happy. I could only wish you the best and support you." Cyno smiles, pouting after the next words leave his mouth. "But it doesn't mean I would be fully content with the outcome."
Your brain has turned to mush. This man is too dangerous for this world, a hazard for you and your poor little heart that feels like exploding. It's a threat to your common sense and rationality. But most of all, it's damaging your brakes.
What he's telling you should not be legal.
"Archons, come here." And you kiss, and kiss, kiss again and again. You map each other's bodies with your hands as if it was the last time you'd be seeing each other. You press your mouths, clatter your teeth, intertwine your tongues.
You're straight up devouring in the dead silence of the night, in a public space. But as indecent the sounds you're both making are, it feels as if the world around blurred and blended into nothingness.
You've found yourself with your back to a wall, somehow, a couple buttons loose, skin hit by the cold air of the night. You -surely more clothed than Cyno- are an absolute mess, whereas his appearance doesn't falter much even at your hands' mercy.
It's unfair, he's unfair. He has no right to be this damn perfect even in the face of chaos.
"Not here, Cy." You manage to utter. "Let's go home."
His hand stops halfway up your shirt and he detaches from your neck with a small grunt, red splotches forming already thanks to his work. He doesn't sound pleased with your choice, but wordlessly complies, knocking you off your feet and picking you up so easily it's unfair.
And embarrassing.
You deadpan. "Seriously?"
He finds your eyes, suddenly composed as if nothing happened. "You seemed quite unstable on your legs, dear."
You're audibly gasping at that, whacking his chest and glaring daggers. "You!"
"Let's continue it home, now."
Cyno is really going to be the death of you, in many ways you'd never even considered.
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It's almost dawn when you finally let yourselves snuggle up to each other in the peace of your home. More like his home, since yours needs more than a bit of cleaning after months of disuse, but he's made it clear already: everything that's his is also yours.
Cyno traces patterns on the bare skin of your arm, as you card through the knots on the back of his head, formed after... Recent activity. He seems too lost in your touch to even be awake, when his fingers stop.
"What was the surprise, in the end? Was it the confession?"
Your hands still, your face tightening at the question. When did you even... Oh, right.
"Would you be satisfied if I said yes?"
He pinches you.
"Owie!"
"You should know that what has been of this night matters more than anything, to me. Of course I would be satisfied." Cyno raises a thin brow, as his hand starts to descend agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Was I not clear enough about my feelings? Perhaps you need a reminder-"
"Whoa, hold your horses, General." You chuckle, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaning over to your bedside table, where your bag had been thrown previously. "There was no way I'd come back empty handed after all these months, yanno?"
You pull out the wrapped box, place it in his hands. Cyno stares at it quizzically, but opens the packaging with care after you nudge him in the side.
Oh, his expression is so, so priceless. Cute, too cute, so cute you could die right now on the spot for excess of sugar in your blood. He looks like a kid who's just received the toy he oh so wanted and ranted about.
"It's not just any deck," You explain. "It's a deck made of cards I've gathered around from different regions. Some were more challenging to get, but I've been playing with you for a long time, haven't I? Of course I'd win."
Meanwhile Cyno takes the liberty to browse its contents, and just like you said, they're not from Sumeru. He's barely ever seen them, some are literally unknown, and he's ecstatic at the sight. How long did it take? How much effort?
"This is…" there's no right term to describe it. "Wonderful. You are wonderful, [Name]."
He goes for a hug and you feel like your bodies fit perfectly in each other's arms, as if it was meant to be. Right now, all that matters is this. And it will always be for all you care.
You smile into his shoulder, smooch the base of his neck. "Is it too early to say 'I love you?'."
"I would actually say we're late, Love."
"I love you, then, you Dum-Dum."
"I love you."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away."
You make sure Cyno slams his head as you throw him off the bed.
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Hello! How’s your day/night going?
May I request a drabble of Diluc with an g/n s/o that haves fox’s ears? Like Miko but it’s pointing upwards not down. And their ear’s go with their emotions ;
Happy = go straight up
Sad = slowly go downwards
shy/embarrassed = go downwards really fast
If not that’s completely fine! Have the good rest of your day/night!
Archons-know-how-many-months-later, my night's going pretty well, sleep deprivation aside. I'm sorry it took so long, but it was an interesting prompt to go with. I'm not fully satisfied with how it came out, but I hope you'll like it anyways <3
𝐓𝐖: Nothing but fluff, one kiss. It's a misunderstanding but comical.
𝐅𝐭.: Diluc - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Hanging With the Boys - OMORI
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Diluc has always been secretly fascinated by your ears.
He never really brought up the topic or pointed out anything, fearing it would make him sound rude and you feel uncomfortable. And yet still to this day he founds endearing the way you show emotions through them.
On most days they'd be staying up proudly, paired with one of your unresistable smiles, while on some occations he'd seen them bend like a withered flowers, pulled downwards just like your lips in a sign of sadness.
But his favourite has to be without a doubt the sight of them flattening in a heartbeat, as you poorly hide that clumsy shyness he's grown so fond of.
What Diluc doesn't like, though, are those days when they're leaned backwards, forming a sharp 90 degrees angle with the back of your head. Days when you're upset, annoyed at something and/or someone.
Days when he automatically returns on his footsteps and tries to figure out whether it was his fault or not.
Today is one of those days.
It had started in the morning, with you marching down the corridor and completely ignoring the open door of his office. Being with his nose buried in paperwork, Diluc didn't exactly notice the lack of usual "have a good day" kiss. It was Adelinde who pointed out your strange behaviour and rang the bells in the back of his mind.
But why? He'd come home earlier yesterday, cuddled on the bed while you read your book, had a nice dinner together and slept with you in his arms. You'd kept your ears pointed all the way up the entire time!
Was someone bothering you? Did he subconsciously annoy you? Were you feeling unwell? Should he call a doctor?
"Please, calm down, master Diluc," Adelinde sighs, as she dusts the libraries in his office. "If they were in any pain they'd voice their discomfort. Master [Name] knows how concerned you get over their wellbeing."
Diluc, on the other hand, is having none of it. "I wouldn't know, Adelinde." He sinks in his chair, a frown etched on his forehead. "We're both well aware of their stubborness."
"You ought talk to them, then." She says. "Communication is the key."
Communication is the key.
Well, it is either the key for peace or chaos, Diluc thinks, an idea that's surely bound to fail popping up in his mind.
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Candles? Lit. Table? Set. Dinner made by the man himself? Ready to help you ease the mood, it's your favourite after all.
It took him the rest of the evening to lay everything out for when you'd be back. It's a bit old fashioned, nothing too special, just like he is, but he knows you like it exactly this way.
Adelinde actually shook her head at the length he was going for this whole ordeal. But anyways-
Diluc stands by the window, waiting for any sign of your arrival. He focuses on his dull reflection, checks the outfit he'd chosen -casual, but still flattering in a way- and perks up upon seeing your figure approaching the manor.
He squints and- yes, your ears are still bent backwards, but not completely: more like a perturbed neutrality.
Well, make or break.
The door clicks open and he hears you shuffling around.
"Welcome back, Love." He makes his way to the entrance, hoping to look natural in his movements. When in reality he's a nervous wreck. "Let me help you with that."
Diluc gives you a small smile, makes quick work of your jacket, hanging it to the rack and subtly pushing you towards the decorated table. He doesn't give you time to ask any question, nor elaborate your confusion and stupor, as he accompanies you by the small of your back.
"How was your day?" He questions. Meanwhile he's already moved the chair, waiting for you to sit.
"Uh, fine, I guess?" You don't hide your hesitancy, as you lower yourself on the cushioned seat with a quirked brow. "What about you- this," You gesture around yourself, then towards Diluc. "What's the occasion?"
Diluc pushes you into position. He clears his throat, hands stilling on the seat back. "You seemed... Off, earlier this morning, Love. I was hoping a nice dinner would ease your mind."
"I prepared your favourite." And with that he slinks away. Or at least tries to.
You're quick to latch your fingers onto the sleeve of his shirt. "'Luc, I appreciate the thought, but I'm pretty sure there's something more going on."
You yank him gently, force him to face you fully and look at you in the eyes, when you notice that his gaze is aimed a little above yours.
"...Well?"
He stares up, back down, up again. And then he sighs. He sounds absolutely mortified. "It was my intention to have a chat about your sour mood. You appeared distressed when you left the Winery, your..." His cheeks start to gain colour. "Your ears. I've only ever seen them that way after an argument, or whenever you're upset. I was worried I enraged you unknowingly."
His free hand flies to cover the lower half of his face, as if he knows he's blushing like mad, while his eyes wander to the floor. Diluc looks like a kicked puppy, poor thing.
And suddenly you chuckle, your ears perking all the way up like usual. As if nothing at all had happened.
"'Luc, Love, I'm sorry." You smile. "I wasn't mad at you!"
"U-Uh?"
"Remember the book I was reading before bed?" You place both your hands on his biceps and get on your feet. "Well, I read the few pages I had left right this morning. And I didn't like the ending at all."
Oh. Oh.
So it was about the book.
Diluc stares at you dumbfounded. He's overheating, and he doesn't know if it's from shame, stress discharging or the incredible proximity of your bodies.
He feels your hands slide all the way up, locking behind his neck as your face inches closer and closer. A soft, yet amused smile pulling at your lips. "You're too sweet for this world."
And you peck him, quick but loving nevertheless. Take a step back and pat his chest. "You said you cooked my favourite, right? Can't wait to dig in."
And you sit once again, starting to ramble about your real day with a cozy enthusiasm he loves so much.
It takes him another ten seconds. But then he smiles, gazes at you with eyes brimming with adoration.
How he loves seeing you with your ears up.
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nyxthejinx · 1 year
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How about first kisses with the genshin boys
Be me: fed up with everything. Still awake at 3am. Answering the first ask EVER on this blog.
I might be repeating the same concept again and again down there, but I find it fascinating how many different shades it can assume depending on the point of view. Thank you for asking, sorry for being late and enjoy🥲
𝐓𝐖: Nothing but fluff
𝗙𝘁.: GN!Reader
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𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜
Your first kiss with Diluc feels like a ray of sun in a chill, windy day. It's tender, hesitant, as he's not experienced in such delicate matters, and yet conveys perfectly the love he holds for you. His lips are scorching, a bit rough, but never hurt yours as they stumble in the process of learning.
His body, at your hand's mercy, feels like an untouched candle, now lit up for the first time. It takes a bit for the fire to melt the wax, for the scent to fill the room, for the candle to bare itself.
It took a bit, but Diluc is now baring himself to you, stripping off his armor and showing you what lies behind his bitter and serious façade.
This first kiss tastes of vulnerability.
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𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚
Your first kiss with Kaeya takes him by surprise.
He was being flirty as usual, mischievously cornering you in hopes of seeing your flustered face once again. But you weren't having any of that, and just when he looked so confident in his achievement you crumbled his resolve with a simple kiss.
You felt his soft, tepid lips shiver against yours, his breath captured in his lungs. You'd found a weak spot he himself had yet to discover, touched those depths of his heart he'd concealed with great care over the years.
He didn't try to rise his walls again, that time. He let your light flow in, just like the dawn of a new unpredictable day.
He gives you a first kiss that tastes of sincerity.
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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫
Your first kiss with Wanderer is a silent promise, a wordless request advanced by none other than the puppet himself.
Even with his thorns down he shows rough edges, brash mannerisms. He's clearly never done this before, but it doesn't stop his confidence from seeping through. His lips feel almost too perfect to the touch; smooth, warm, god-crafted.
And yet there's something different in the hold he has on your cheek. A stark contrast to the nature of this kiss, and the man himself. It's slow in its movements, faint in his touch. It's everything you'd never expect from him, it's almost pleading.
"This is who I am." It says. "This is what I look like." It affirms. "And you're the one I'm sharing this secret with." It whispers.
He's bestowing you his trust, with this kiss.
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We need more Ragnvindr sibling AU!!! I can't stop thinking about it! Maybe something with the fatuis?
Reader sitting at the Tsaritsa's throne armrest as the Tsaritsa's just treats reader as her own baby (SO cute).
I'm sorry it's been sooo fucking long 😭 but I've spent these months subconsciously thinking about an actual ff with chapters based on this concept, so the brainrot's still real af and will be (I hope)
Referring to this and/or this post about Ragnvindr! sibling!reader
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"She is a god with no love left for her people, nor do they have any left for her."
It's basically canon that the tsaritsa threw her heart away in the process of fulfilling her cause, but she still is Goddess of love and what's best than a baby's innocence to remind her the beauty of loving something or someone?
At first she's hesitant, stiff, even. She looks at this miniature human, realises that these creatures' lives are feeble even as they fully develop. How fragile must a kid be in comparison to an adult, though? What if she handles them in the wrong way?
Her interactions evolve in a gradual process, with some of the harbingers' work behind them (someone like pulcinella, maybe?). She learns what can and cannot be done, but most of all feels the ice in her chest melt as seconds go by.
She ends up seeking some time with this creature. She's never felt more alive, willing to dedicate her whole self to them. But she's careful with these feelings, hides them behind the marble walls of her throne room, where she knows no one will barge unannounced.
It's cold though, a frigid, aseptic space, its edges sharp and merciless. And so she sits them on her lap, wraps expensive furs around them, keeps them close in her arms as she entertains that curiousity of theirs with books, wooden toys, and everything else they wish for.
It's so uncharacteristic, to see the Ice Queen smile so warmly, with a tenderness her people would envy if they found out about it.
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ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ 0 | ᴅʀᴏᴡꜱʏ
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[ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ] Bringing a criminal in your bed might've been a poor choice... But it was worth the risk, you decide.
[ ᴛᴡ ] making out and getting handsy, but nothing too explicit ig, mention of smoking and drinking, really short but it'll make sense in a few chaps.
[ ꜰᴛ. ] Kafka x GN!Reader
[ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ] 421
ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ!
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ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ under the dim, reddish light of the cheap room you found yourselves in.
She straddles your hips, forces your back to the headboard with every kiss; mellow yet fiery, just like the taste of her lip gloss. It doesn't take long for you to fall apart under her touch.
Her fingers leave a path of tingling destruction, as they weave through your hair, while her lips work on yours deeper and deeper with each stroke of your tongues. You blindly reach to the buttons of her shirt, but she pins your wrists together with ease.
It's a prohibited dream that's somehow coming true.
You're a mess, flushed from head to toe, shivering nonstop. And she's the exact opposite, firm and unfazed by the lewdness of it all, picture perfect of the wanted posters you've seen across the galaxy.
You can't say no to Kafka in person, not when she's about to wreck you.
She's like a breeze in the desert, water for the thirsty, God for the miserable, and you just so happen to be a lowlife who's had one too many glasses and regrets today.
You want to forget at your God's mercy.
In your haze you can feel something clicking around your wrists, right above your head. You're disappointed that you can't touch her body aymore, but Kafka is already drowning your complaints before any of them leaves your mouth.
"Eyes on me, darling." She whispers on your lips, trailing down your jaw. "Your patience will be rewarded."
No, you try to whine, you're still too lucid. You want her to break you like the criminal that she is, for her to be the only memory of tonight. You need to leave this place with the image of her pretty pink eyes etched into your mind, so that you'll have something to reminisce about when it becomes too much.
You buck your hips into hers and plead pitifully, drunk, high, needy; groaning at the waves of molten pleasure that play your nerves like a violin.
"More. Now."
She stops halfway into carving another hickey on your neck, straightening her back until your eyes are locked and her direct stare melts your bones.
And Kafka smiles subtly.
"Everything in due time, Drifter." She presses a delicate kiss to your forehead. "Remember these words once you wake up."
And just like that your body doesn't belong to you anymore.
The name she called you doesn't sink, nor can you fight the weight of your eyelids as they fall shut.
Leaving you in complete darkness.
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Wowowow another short and cryptic chapter!! If it doesn't make sense it means it's working :) it will- in due time. For now I just wanna smooch my loves 😔
[ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ] You're not part of the script, they must get rid of you. But will the Hunters become the hunted once your true nature is revealed?
[ ᴛᴡ ] talking about dying in the beginning with some graphic description (lots of nihilism on reader's part), generic description of blood, smoking, Kafka lil kissie mwah, lemme know if I'm forgetting anything (it's 5 am 🙃) finally baby Blade enters the scene!!!
[ ꜰᴛ. ] Kafka x GN!Reader x Blade
[ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ] 718
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ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ.
If it wore a sword’s, a knife’s or a gun’s clothes. If it appeared as a bottomless pit, staring at the depths of existence, or if it looks like the ground inching closer the more you lose altitude.
You think of sidereal space and the cold it harbours, of those fifteen to thirty seconds necessary to run out of oxygen, of those twelve to twenty-six hours it takes for the body heat to disperse, in the lack of atmosphere.
You imagine how it would be to be torn apart, choked, burned, have your flesh chewed to its bones. You imagine a pain that finally ceases, once the body has been slaughtered.
Going to sleep without the risk of waking up again: you project the image in your mind.
Before Kafka bursts your little bubble, dragging you back into the elevator.
“Your death will not be vain, Drifter. It serves for a greater cause."
She smiles in the corner of your eye, pristine and serene as if she wasn’t asking —ordering— you to die for her cause. Kafka is an amazing dancer when it comes to sticking to the choreography, lest the outcome steer away from what her master foresees.
No matter what it takes. Who it takes: the script has been set in stone already.
Too bad death is the last of your concerns, and so are her empty, poorly crafted words.
“I don’t really care.” You shrug.
Kafka’s brows shoot up in mild surprise, but she’s chuckling the next second already. Her eyes wrinkle at the sides, her shoulders shake gently— the radiant darkness of her soul glows brighter than ever and she’s just something else, straight out of this world.
“Are you mad at me?” She inquires, unfolding her arms to run a knuckle over your cheek.
Trying to process her words feels so impossible under her touch. Your feelings have long faded like cheap colours, brush strokes watered down by time, flowing into a grey puddle at your feet. There’s something stirring inside your chest, you know it- but how can you name it when your skin tingles and your knees go weak?
It’s not fair. But you lean in anyway, letting your eyes fall shut briefly. “Does it matter?”
“Not really, no.” She sighs. “Frilly words won’t change a thing, especially yours.”
“A kiss would, though.” You place a hand over hers, flutter your lashes gingerly. “I’d die with a silly grin on my face.”
“That can be arranged.”
Her smiling lips lock on yours, gentler than last time. There’s no love, no passion, no longing nor lust— it feels like a sorry kiss, a consolation prize, a sop to prevent rebellion. But it’s also one to be broken reluctantly, as both her hands drag you deeper by the jaw and trace your cheekbones with unexpected tenderness.
Maybe there was personal pleasure hiding behind her sense of duty, that night. But it ends all too soon and you will never tell.
Kafka leans back, cleaning the smeared gloss from the corner of your mouth. You glance at the panel in the elevator, see that you’ve almost reached the final destination.
If the Hunter is saddened, she doesn’t show it.
She's busier rummaging through the pocket of her coat now, as she pulls out a cigarette tin you know very well; it’s yours, just like the smoke she extends to your lips. You hold it gladly, waiting for her to light it.
“It wasn’t my choice.” Kafka whispers, voice delicate like the flame of your lighter.
Once the cigarette burns to life, you don't waste time— you inhale until your lungs are full of cloves with a hint of cinnamon, until it invades your senses and makes your mind dizzy in a way that never gets old. It tastes of memories you can’t remember, dreams yet to be dreamed, but most of all nostalgia you have no reason to experience.
"I know." You exhale eventually, as your shoulders sag. “Just remember me, even if it’s meaningless.”
Kafka smiles yet again, brushes your cheek as her other hand returns the two items to you. Inside the pocket above your heart.
And your lips quirk in the slightest, before the elevator stops at the floor where your blood will spill.
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"Another one like you, Bladie." Kafka ponders, staring at the merging skin of your freshly wounded neck.
The puddle growing at your knees and the crimson path staining your clothes would convince anyone that a life was taken, today.
But the iridescent purples and blues lining your blood tell another story.
The story of someone who's walked across this universe for many years. Centuries, millenniums even.
Someone just like him.
Who Blade sees smiling at him, as if his sword wasn't dripping with their blood.
"Not yet, so it seems."
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nyxthejinx · 1 year
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Wanna smooch scaramouche so bad. Pepper his face with annoying wet kisses, squish his cheeks and coo at his adorable Tsundere pout, as he pushes against my shoulders to break free.
He's so mad, spitting venomous threats, flailing his arms around. "I'm not cute, nor lovely!" You'd dare to say he's red from head to toe because of his shouting, but we all know he's just a flustered mess, all this physical contact and affection is melting his system.
Reboot him after you're done, and be ready to run from his Tsundere wrath.
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nyxthejinx · 1 year
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Cyno brainrot is real 🤯 All I can think of rn is how competitive he would be in card and board games. Win or lose doesn't matter, it's his only way to relax from duties and work as General Mahamatra. Cheating isn't allowed.
And if he does find out which he will eventually,
Dinner is still wonderful as always, but dessert is revenge best served cold after all.
New follower here and congrats on the 100 followers! Have a wonderful day/night!
Thank you for your kind words anon, I'm so so soo sorry it took months to answer 😭 I'm pretty sure this isn't what you were thinking with the revenge thing, but my brain forced me to type this... AGAIN I'M SORRY FOR I HAVE SINNED😭😭
TW: slight allusion to NSFW business but nothing explicit. Written by a late 17 y/o, read at your own discretion!
Tagging it as a smut cus... If any of you wants to elaborate... (In that case credit me PLS)
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Cyno is one of those ppl who tryhard so bad in games and say "I find it relaxing". Bro? How? Aren't you popping a blood vessel?
Apparently he's completely fine, focused and dedicated but still having his fun. Untill he catches their opponent cheating. That's when he subconsciously switches to his work personality, when you can see the veins in his neck stick out under his skin.
And if you're the one who's cheating, caught red-handed with a smug-ish smile on your face?
It was hard to figure out his feelings the first time it happened. He'd never hurt you, probably not even start an argument over it. You would've expected some kind of bitter disappointment maybe, a quiet sigh and something along the lines of "you could've told me you don't enjoy my competitiveness."
But... He looks... Stoic and eerily quiet? His eyes are a couple shades darker, his jaw tense. Perhaps he IS going to give you a taste of his Mahamatra authority somehow. Perhaps you kind of fucked up-
That's when he stands abruptly, cards forgotten on the table, game ruined. He looms over your figure as if he was double your height, looks down at you with this indecifrabile twinkle in his eyes. And right when you're about to apologise honestly,,,
He picks you up as though you were made of feathers and throws you on the nearest couch/bed. Gives you zero time to fully realise what's going on, he's already breathing down your neck and muttering how "a punishment is in order for the cheater."
Well I, uh, good- good luck Hun, you'll need it...
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