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Tell Me,What's on Your Mind? (Kenpachi x F.Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Ahh yes, I finally finished it!!!! This is a -very- late birthday present for ZADDY Kenny. He makes me soft. He derseves the whole world and me🥲 I feel like he needs to be reminded that he’s not a monster and that he’s just a good guy who cares for everyone around him. happy birthday Kenny 11.19! 💕 thank you so much for waiting for so long for this too. Enjoy! 😊

Shoutout to: @ur-favorite-pincushion @sister-cna-reader @electronicwitchcollection for helping me with the emotional parts of the story! Thank you 🙏🏾❤️

Synopsis: Kenny has some things in his mind and it’s been repeating over and over in his head, recently. How can he overcome that? You.

WARNING: cuddles, kenny being kenny, looove and confessionsss, humping, fingering, squirting, mirror kink(?), GRAMMAR.

I wanted to make this special so please take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! ✨☺️

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The sun rays tried to shine through the curtains but to no avail. The sounds of the birds chirping outside so early in the morning filled the air between you and the man beneath you. The random sounds of wood creaking in the house from time to time. Everything, all at once, felt eerily comfortable — in his ears.

Including you.

Your soft exhales filled his ears while you were sleeping. Your body was felt by the rise and fall of your gentle unconsciousness on his chest. He felt a sense of belonging. The type when a bead didn’t fall off the other end of the knotted string. Peace. The feeling when a bloodthirsty beast was in the state of submission. And truth — Lying beneath him is a fragile woman sleeping on top of that monster.

Me.

Kenpachi stared up at the wooden ceiling. In fact, he has been staring at it for a very long time. His light brown orbs looked in between the cracks in the ceiling — finding a way out of those dark holes that takes up space in his mind. He’s not sure why, but he’s aware that it’s been happening recently. After the war, he lost a very close friend of his. Yachiru. Who isn’t physically here anymore. He blinked slowly and eagerly searched for another crack in the ceiling.

Another reason why you haven’t left him…

Yet.

The white noise filled with your soft exhales sounds oddly pulled him out of those thoughts, randomly. There’s something special about you.

Was it your looks?

Your calm voice?

Your fortunate background? of not having to live in the rough slums?

He took in a deep breath and exhaled as he stared into space, and blinked again. “Mn.” You groaned. His eyes ripped away from the ceiling and looked down at you. your body was shifting a bit from the sudden movement below you. but you immediately fell back asleep, peacefully. He pulled the white blanket up to your back and rested his left hand on your head. His other hand was on your back under the covers. You shifted a bit more to relish his warm embrace.

Protection.

He then looked at the tall mirror in front of the futon and saw his reflection. He noticed how safe you looked in his arms.

You’re not scared?

Of me?

He continued staring at himself before he looked down at you. You looked so calm. His soft orbs observed your messy hair slightly covering your face in your unconscious state. He watched the way your form gently rose up and down on his broad chest. Especially, the feeling of your dry drool on it too he mentally noted.

His peace.

Kenpachi felt comfortable in this state. With you. Weakened by your presence and your relentless love for him. He didn’t want to loose any time with you. So he remained unmoved. Relishing your warmth and his love for you. And only you.

I…never felt love.

I was never loved by anybody in this life.

In this world.

But…she showed me that with open arms.

With an open heart.

To a bloody man like me.

I didn’t even have a name.

And yet…

He took another deep breath to stop being so dramatic. No. Emotional. “Mm.” You hummed again, slowly raising your head up while trying to open your eyes. Your neck strained a bit while you stretched it a little bit.

He observed you. Watching every move you made.

And yet…

“Babe?” You called sleepily, still trying to open your eyes. He didn’t answer. He continued watching the beautiful scene in front of him. You finally shifted your head to face him — chest to chest and your hazy yet dowey eyes finally met his.

“Mornin’.” He said in a low gruff, feeling warm inside and welcomed by your endearment. He stroked your back underneath the white covers — his rough fingers tracing circles on your soft skin. You gave a soft smile and giggled while you rubbed your eyes.

“Mmm.” You hummed. “Happy Birthday, Kenny.” You said softly, smiling at the man in front of you.

Kenny.

He felt another wave of warmth in his chest. A familiar one. Belonging.

Ah. Right. She always call me that. But why?

“You finally ‘wake?” He asked, still drawn in by your beauty — your round dewey eyes and your puffy face from your sleep.

You nodded. “You’re welcome.”

“For what?” He raised an eyebrow, his lips moving downward. He’s confused. You laughed softly at his question. That it echoed in the room. “It’s your birthday today, Kenny. Did you forget?” You kept giggling at the bewildered man below you.

“Hah?”

You sighed and sat up. The white covers fell off your back. Your bare body in full view in front of the man who forgot that today was his birthday. “It is?” He wanted to make sure you weren’t being silly even though, he had unintentionally forgotten about it; he won’t admit it.

“Mhmm.” You nodded.

You…even remember my birthday.

You always did.

Your eyes still felt heavy from sleep but you still looked at him in the eyes — you meant it. You leaned forward and gave him a morning kiss. Your soft lips smacked against his a few times, playfully. His chapped lips slowly began to not feel chapped anymore. You broke the kiss and smiled. “I would give you all the kisses to count for your age but that would take foreeever.” You giggled, raising yourself to stretch as you straddled him. Your back arched to break the tension in your muscles while you stretched your arms above your head. He looked at all the love bites while he admired your beautiful body — caressing your lower back as a silent apology.

You had the most passionate and rough sex with him as an early birthday gift. Which explains why your body felt sore in some places. Nothing hurt though. You felt completely satisfied from the amazing sex you had last night. It was worth it.

Afterwards, you laid back down on his chest. His hand naturally slid down the sheet and grabbed your ass cheek. You raised your leg up by his side to feel his hand fully grasp your ass. A satisfied groan escaped from your nose — his hand felt so warm. To reward him, you peppered kisses on his chest where your face laid on.

After a while, you stopped and traced his arm with your fingers. You watched as it traced his veins like a stream and then gliding up his muscles as if they were mountains.

There it is. There’s that comfortable silence again. But now, it’s felt between you and him.

There’s something special about you.

But. What is it?

The room started to get bright due to the sun’s persistence on piercing its rays through the curtains. Creating a warm atmosphere in the room. And now, the bedroom glowed with enough sunlight. You listened to the random wood creaks in his household and each other’s gentle breathes. However, his mind was still clouded. Unbeknownst to you.

Your eyes felt heavy again — you were going to go back to sleep. But that got intercepted when a sudden rough smack was felt on your ass cheek. You whined. You raised your head to look at him and pouted. You turned away but he did it again. Gently. You let out a playful whine while your head remained on his chest. He chuckled while he grabbed it — He can’t get enough of you.

Another way to get out of his mind.

“You feelin’ alright?” He asked, his left hand gently ruffling your messy hair. You nodded. “Nothing hurts. Just a little sore.” You mumbled, staring at the wooden walls across the room, relishing his fingers massaging your head.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

Your eyes slowly widened. You waited for him to continue but he didn’t. You rose up a bit and gave him a confused look. He looked at you with guilt. “Why?” You said lowly, looking into his eyes for an answer but you saw a sad expression in them. “I hurt you.” He whispered, feeling bad for being rough on you last night. “Ken.” You called him softly. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“But -“ his eyes lowered to your form covered with his love bites. Some are red and some are blue.

“We made love.” You spoke softly, cutting him off. “This is what happens when you’re so in love with someone that you’re willing to show them just that.” You pointed out. “You didn’t hurt me at all, babe.” You gently lifted his head that was atop your head and and kissed the back of it.

“Y/n…”

“Plus, I had so much fun!” You giggled, caressing your puffy cheeks with it.

Just ask her already.

“Why do you love me?” He suddenly blurted out. You stopped in your tracks — trying to register what he said. You stared down blankly at him. Confused. His heart sank. Ready to be crushed. But, Without hesitation, you placed your hands on his broad chest and said, “because I love you just the way you are.”

“Y/n.” He said, looking into your eyes, searching for lies. But all he sees are you round dewey eyes blinking down at him, softly. There’s no fear behind them. He mentally noted. But he wants a better…answer. More, in fact.

“Yes?” Your head tilted.

“What do you see in me?” His eyes lowered. Afraid to know the truth.

I’m a monster. Just say it -

Without delay, your first response was a soft smile forming on your lips. His eyes stared into yours anxiously.

“Everything.” You admitted, your calm voice came out low. smooth like warm honey. Gently pouring onto his face. He took in every word and remained silent.

The birds still kept on chirping and the random wood creaking sounds in his house echoed through the walls.

Again.

His eyes softened.

Again.

There’s that familiar yet comfortable silence. Your voice always ends with a homey feeling. His rough hands brushed your thighs under the covers, gently.

You’re safe with me.

You always have.

As if you read his mind, your soft voice melted into his ears as you spoke:

“I love your honesty.” You lowered yourself to his gaze. “You’re always chasing after what you love. Even when it doesn't necessarily paint you in a good light.” You moved your hand up to cup his left cheek. Your voice poured out on his chest like warm honey again as he watched your lips. “you don’t let your authority get to you because You’re caring — you take care of those working underneath you and actively push for their growth as warriors.” You softly spoke, your soft fingers traced the scar on his face.

He blinked softly. Absorbing your true feelings while he was silently asking for more. You leaned down on his chest. Feeling your nipples on his chest. Your body quickly felt the familiar comfort and warmth as you laid on him. He felt the same way too. So much that he wrapped his arm around your back to keep you close. “You wear your scars with pride.” You added, watching your fingers lazily trace the scar up and down, softly. “And I really like that. A lot. “You admitted, focusing on your task.

“it’s physical evidence of everything you lived through.” You leaned over to kiss it. He closed his eyes briefly. Your warm and soft lips made him feel warm inside while you peppered it with kisses. “and a reminder that as long as you’re living, you will feel the thrill of fighting again.” You giggled, continuing your task. “Kind of like a trophy in a way.” You mumbled, your lips softly traced the scar and moved down to kiss the side of his neck. The gentle lip smacking sounds echoed in his ears.

“Mmm.” He hummed.

His eyes flickered up at the ceiling. Mindlessly, looking for more cracks as you so. But got interrupted when you licked his nipple playfully. Making him twitch. “Oi.” he said, almost sounding like a growl. You giggled. He knows you can be playful in certain situations. Like this. But not now. Not when you’re in a position of vulnerability. You raised your head and giggled at him. “Sorry, I so sound cheesy, babe.” You mumbled, snuggling up in his chest.

“You don’t.” He looked up at you, softly. He noticed your eyes widen slightly from his words. “Hmm.” You blushed, slowly laying your head down on his chest, watching your finger circle his nipple as a distraction.

“Well…” you puckered your lips, trying not to feel shy. “ I love how much you love yachiru.” Your eyes flickered to his almond colored eyes, “the girl is like a daughter to you and she’s very attached to you.” Your eyes glanced at his sheathed sword laying beside his dresser and looked back down to your finger doing its task. “In any shape or form. You taught her to appreciate the simple things in life.” You eyes searched around the room for an example. “like creating your own sun set…on Ikkaku.” You giggled softly. “Even a moonlight.” You added, the motions from your body shifted above him as you laughed at the memories. He snorted and rubbed your lower back.

“Mhmm.” you hummed, switching to caress his chest with the palm of your hand, removing the memory from your mind. “But more importantly,” you took your time to think of the right words to say to him. You looked up at him. “I love you because you love me back, Kenny.” You whispered.

Suddenly the sun was covered in the clouds and room became murky.

“I love you.” His voice filled the void, gently. You leaned closer and your soft lips wrapped around his. A soft and gentle one that lasted for a short moment. but he wanted more. His free hand reached out and held the back of your head and he deepened the kiss. His lips danced with yours — keeping you close to his. The slow yet deep lip smacking sounds filled the air in the shadowy room.

As the slow deep kisses echoed in the shadowy room, You hand reached for his own that laid atop your lower back under the covers. You moved it under and in between your legs and wrapped your dainty hand around his wrist. Kenpachi was lost in the sensual kiss. His lips slowly moved with yours while his eyes were closed. Letting you do your thing. You then rubbed your pussy against his rough callous fingertips. Sliding up and down your slit — aiding you to spread your folds. “Mmm.” You moaned, holding his wrist up as you humped on his digits. The rough calloused pads stroked your folds and up to your clit — sparking fires inside your tummy. You slowly circled your hips — allowing the digits to explore your pussy. The sheer friction making your pussy bloom by making you wet. your slickness starting to cover his fingertips— making it slippery whenever you grind on it.

“Ahh.” You hissed, your pussy throbbing in delight from the friction. You rolled your hips steadily — Feeling the fingertips rub your clit so well. You broke the kiss to focus on the feathery sensation. Your steady breaths fell onto his face. “Ooh. Yeah.” You whispered, circling your hips on the digits for good measure due to your arousal covering them up. He watched how flushed you looked while you glided on them. Soon after, his left hand held the back of your head and pulled you closer to him. His long tongue easily slipped into your mouth — in search for yours. You whimpered when he founded it. The strong appendage circled yours over and over. making you get hotter and dizzy.

You pulled back a little to watch the way your tongues danced with each other. Flicking each other’s tips and twisting them around; earning an open mouth moan from you. The sounds of your tongues gliding around rang your ears, erotically. His fingers stroked your hair as You sucked his long and thick tongue — bobbing your head slowly as if you were sucking his veiny cock, and closing it with a few thick kisses.

The sun still remained hidden behind the clouds. “Mmmm.” The heavy kisses lasted for a while until you broke it. You sat up and licked your lips; making his free hand slide down your back. Your soft hands caressed his broad chest. “Haaa…yeah baby.” You breathed, steadily rolling your hips up as he rubbed your pussy. He watched you as he slowly glided through your folds — back and forth. Your slickness feeling so warm on his fingertips.

Soon after, he bent two digits and began rubbing your clit. Your clit throbbed as he rubbed it in a “beckoning” way. You bucked your hips back and forth with enough force. “Oooh.” You moaned, sounding erotic while the fluttering sensations danced in your veins.. “Unh.” Your mouth ajar as it spread through your body.

“Mmm, I feel so good.” You leaned over on his chest to give him a few kisses, rewarding him for how good he’s rubbing your throbbing pussy. He hummed in agreement, feeling your erect nipples rub his chest, and grabbing your ass cheek, all while you peppered his lips with kisses. Your hand rested on the side of his face while you kissed him — as you’re rocking your body to meet his beckoning fingers rubbing on your clit. “You like that, baby.” He said gruffly in between the soft kisses, grabbing your ass cheek roughly and smacking it. “Mhmm.” You giggled softly in the kisses, making him chuckle and grab it roughly again.

“Rubbing your pretty pussy on my fingers.” He added, focusing on his task as his lips smacked gently against yours, with his eyes closed. You hummed. He did the same while he caressed your ass cheek. “Riding it like it’s my cock.” He said thickly, resting it there.

His big hand felt so warm on your ass cheek. Making you feel more needy for his touch from his last statement. You circled your hips — Trying to get his finger to enter your core. He gave a throaty chuckle in between the kisses and smacked your ass, roughly. You whined while you were trying to get it in.

Soon after, you broke the kiss and breathed onto his face. He slowly slid his thick and long middle finger into your cunt. He watched how hot your were getting while he did so. Your plush walls gladly pulling him in. Your breathes kept hitching pleasurably as you looked at him — taking him all in, in one go.

He hummed in approval when he felt you squeeze around him. “U-unh.” You breathed out, relishing the rough digit now fully inside your cunt. He chuckled at your response. Smirking at how soaked his finger has gotten. “Oh baby.” You whispered, feeling the rough finger thrust into your needy cunt, slowly. You quivered from the slow yet sensual burns from his skin — squeezing it lovingly.

To make this the best morning orgasm ever, the sheets quickly shifted under your feet as you spread your legs further apart and arched your back. Spreading your cunt open more than you think you can. To get it in deeper — to feel everything. Even though, you already are. As if he read your mind, he grabbed your ass cheek with his other hand to “help”you get it inside deeply. He began thrusting his finger slowly into your needy cunt. “Ungh.” You groaned, clenching his finger relentlessly, when he’s only giving you short thrusts.

You could literally cum in any minute.

No. You didn’t want that. Not that you’d minded, though.

He noticed how blissed out you looked. “Y’okay there, baby?” He chuckled, kneading your ass, encouraging you to do as you please. feeling hot, you sighed and smiled softly. You can take it. Just like you took his thick girth with no problem last night. “For the record,m, I’m always okay, with you. Kenny.” You admitted, leaning back up, skimming his chest with your soft hands.

“Hmph.” He hummed and smacked your ass again — making you whine playfully. “I like that a lot, baby.” Relishing the sensation of your fingertips brushing his nipples in circles.

You looked down at him deeply in the eyes and slowly began rolling your hips on the girthy digit. Pushing it back and forth. Steadily with enough force. “Ahh.” You hissed, taking your time to relish the pleasurable sensation, squeezing his finger each time you rolled it up. The light wet sounds was heard between you two — his finger completely covered by your arousal, each time it entered your warm cunt. “Mmm.” You hummed, feeling the sole finger massage your walls and poke your sweet spongy spot.

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“Ahh, fuck.” Slowly bouncing off of his finger while he gave short strokes, the squealching grew more relentless, ringing in his ears erotically. “That’s it, baby.” He mumbled, feeling your slickness drip down his digit and on the back of his hand. His free hand gripped your ass gently while you bounced on the digit steadily. “Good girl. Ride it.” He watched your tits bounce, eyeing your suckable nipples bounce around his sight; distracting him from his strokes. “Mmm.” He groaned, lifting his head up to suck your right nipple with so much need. “Unh. Baby.” You whispered, holding the back of his head, Brushing his hair with your fingers lovingly as you felt his tongue licking your pebbled nipple in circles.

He sucked it with so much desire. “Mmm. Yeah baby. Like that.” You praised breathlessly, clenching his digit. The lewd sucking sounds rang in your ears. He rewarded you by increasing his pace. Pushing his finger up into your sobbing cunt, rapidly. “U-ungh!” you gasped, your hips started jerking and your legs squeezed his sides. “Oh fuck!” you started riding it roughly — His fingertip kept poking your g-spot — making your mind spin.

His tongue flicked your nipple frantically. “Ooooh.” You dragged out. “Hehe.” He pulled back, looking at how hard your nipple had gotten. He looked past you and saw your reflection on the mirror. Your ass bouncing under the blanket; the squelching sounds adding more to the thick atmosphere. He bucked his finger roughly. The wet slapping sounds sounded rough while he slammed into your soaked cunt. “Uuungghh.” You whined, the pleasure felt so good, your long gratified breathes echoed in his ears. He smacked your ass with his free hand and moved it up to stroke your glistening back.

He laid his head down on the pillow. His almond colored eyes watched as you so. Absorbing your beauty as you pleasured yourself. His orbs followed every move you made. Your beautiful assets responding to his and your ministrations. “Oh baby.” You called out breathlessly, snapping him out of his daze. “Feels so good.” You praised him, looking at him with pure lust behind your eyes.

He grinned and slid his hand down to smack your ass again. “Good. Cum on my finger baby.” He said thickly in a low voice. You leaned over to kiss him. Your soft lips met his own with so much want. “M-mmm.” You whimpered in the kiss, feeling his finger bend to get more out of you. You took a deep breath , “haaaa.” You sighed, pushing your legs up, stretching them so that your legs squeezed his sides. “Ungh. Fuck yeah.” You breathed out in his mouth, the new position making you get better friction as you bounced the girthy finger.

He held the back of your head to keep your from moving away. He gently pushed it down to meet your lips again. His finger wriggled in your tight cunt and brushed your spongy spot. “Mm!” You twitched in the kisses, trying to keep control of your body. However, he kept rubbing it relentlessly that you were getting closer to your climax. You legs started trembling — pushing your knees up and down against the sheet uncontrollably as your body kept jerking. You whined in the kiss. You were getting closer. you knees digger into the bed and ass gyrated quickly as you rode on it, feverishly.

The sounds of the bed sheets getting pushed and pulled under your feet and the wet stokes bounced off the walls. You exhaled heavily in his face through your nose in between the kisses. Your lower stomach started swelling as Your walls started trembling uncontrollably. He grabbed your ass cheek roughly and thrusted roughly in your cunt while he felt your walls crumbling.

“Ha…ha…” you broke the kiss, breathing heavily, feeling the tingles of your orgasm coming in seconds. Soon after, you slowly started spurting out your fluids. “Unh-ah!” You cried, the feather-light release overtook your body as your squirted on his hand, dripping down on the bed. “Ah! Kenny!” You grabbed on the sheet, slamming your hips down on him, roughly. He kept slamming his finger into your clenching cunt while you spurted your fluids out each time, forcefully. “Mmm. Let it all out, baby.” He mumbled, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you from moving away. You whimpered. Feeling your ass getting bumped roughly by his soaked palm while he did so. “Good….don’t…stop.” His mouth opened slowly, letting the words come out of his mouth one by one, as if he was caught in a daze — feeling your walls squeeze around his finger, lovingly. Reminding him of the same feeling of his cock getting embraced by your tight trembling walls when you were cumming last night.

He slammed in your cunt once more and froze.

“Good girl.”

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“Mmm.” You whined erotically, feeling fully satiated after the orgasm. You lifted yourself a bit and pushed your hips back on his digit slowly. “Mmmmm.” You dragged out, circling your hips side to side, hearing the filthy thick wet sounds coming from your cunt.

He listened to the slow thick sounds too as he watched you ride your the remaining sparks of your orgasm. A few moments passed, the clouds moved away from the sun. Slowly illuminating the bedroom. “Phew!” You sat up, fanning yourself with your hands. “Now that was a good orgasm.” You said out loud. “Wow.” You giggled breathlessly, looking down at the mess you made on him. “Yeah. You did that.” He pointed, chuckling at your surprised face. He loves it though. Your genuineness. He mentally noted. Even from the mess you made proving that you’re not afraid to go all out. Even if he told you to.

“W-well!” You stuttered, pouting at him. “It’s your fault that I was in the moment!” You smacked his chest, gently. “Sure.” He smirked, chuckling as he thrusts his finger in your warm cunt. You gasped,— feeling your pussy pulsate from the familiar muscle. “Kenny!” You pouted, your body relishing the sensation.

“I’m still sore!”

“Didn’t seem like it at the time.” He replied quickly, sitting up, grinning like a smartass.

“Oh yeah?” You smirked, resting your hands on his shoulders, giggling at his game now. “Yeah.” He bit his bottom lip, caressing your ass cheek. You leaned to forward and gave him a kiss. For being right. “You know, you always make me feel so good.” You broke the kiss. “I do?” He said, a soft smile creeping up as he pulled out his middle finger from your cunt and began rubbing your clit. “Mhmm.” You nodded, meeting his lips again, bucking your hips slowly against the calloused pad.

“Mmm.” You began peppering his neck with kisses while your small hand rested on its sides. You moaned while he rubbed your throbbing clit. “Good to know, then.” He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, watching himself in your embrace.

I’m safe.

In your arms.

He smiled before You pulled back and looked at him. “Mhmm. Wanna know what else you can do to make me feel good?” You whispered, smiling softly at him. “What?” He answered, kneading your ass softly with both hands.

I feel at home when I’m with you —

I love you.

“Tell me, Kenny.” You smiled knowingly. “Why do you love me?” you stroked his face with your thumbs.

“With pleasure.” He grinned and smacked your ass roughly.

“Happy birthday, Kenny~.” You said quickly, giggling as your body was shifting under his grasp to be underneath him, his warm cock landing on your tummy.

I love you.

End.

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Y'all thank you for your responses! So here is: Large and in charge reader, who's only nice to their on true love: OSAMU DAZAI!

(And yes, as you can see, I voted on my own poll. And yes, I voted for Tanizaki. I'm a simp for him broooooo)

Also, bruv, I dunno why but I got so carried away and this got really angsty. Like... I never do angst. NEVER. Yet here we are. I wonder if I'm okay. Well whatever.

Contents: Dazai getting drunk with reader.

Warnings: No smut, kinda angst, I totally digressed from the original plot line I had planned, and now I want nothing more than to give Osamu Dazai a big fat hug.

Dazai had found himself a new hobby: watching people's reactions as you talked to him.

I mean, most would think, really, how interesting can THAT be? But being the sort of person you were, all mean and menacing at one look but really soft and gentle on the inside, it was rare for you to really hold a conversation without coming off as intimidating. So when people saw you smiling softly at Dazai's jokes, and watching him fondly as he chatted away, they were generally more than surprised.

Dazai remembered distinctly the day you'd met. Fukuzawa had found you fighting solo against three of the Port Mafia's best ability-users, and known with one glance that you were stronger than even you knew. It hadn't taken him long to convince you to join the Armed Detective Agency; with painfully dead parents and a burned down house, you didn't really have anywhere else to go.

You passed their little entrance test, even though after they revealed that it was just an entrance test you couldn't help but be slightly annoyed. All that hard work to try and save that girl only for the whole scenario to be fake. Should've just ignored it.

It had been two years since then. And even though you wouldn't really say it out loud, you were happy that Fukuzawa had taken you under his wing.

How else would you have met Dazai? Or any of the others, who you did secretly like, even though you were unsure about expressing it.

One day, Fukuzawa sent you and Dazai to investigate a letter that the detective agency had received. The sender threatened to blow up the Gundam Factory in Yokohama, which was a popular entertainment place for tourists. Fukuzawa did contact the owner, but since the area covered by the Factory was quite large, and the number of people who were already there was also ginormous, the owner asked for them to investigate the culprit before the bombs could go off.

It was an easy job, and you two had it finished before 3 in the afternoon. All that was left now was some measly paperwork, which you would have to take care of alone because Dazai despised that part of work with a burning passion.

And so Dazai decided to fool around a little.

He took you to a bar, somewhere in a deserted alley in the middle of nowhere, walking with his hands on the back of his head and making nasty comments about everything he could lay his eyes on. You followed silently.

"Say," He yanked open the door of Lupin. "What about you, though? Where do you generally spend after-mission free time?"

Dazai led you into the bar, plopping down on a barstool in front of the counter.

"I sleep," You said, sitting down next to him.

"Huh?" He made a weird face. "That's it?"

A bartender appeared behind the counter.

"Mn," You nodded, looking at the bartender.

Dazai ordered 'his usual', and you decided to have the same as him. It wasn't bad, frankly, sitting there next to him on adjacent barstools and hearing him ramble on about everything and somehow nothing at the same time. He drank and drank and drank and drank, till he was telling you about Ango, about Odasaku and the days they spent together. He drank till his pale cheeks were flushed red, till his neck didn't have the strength to hold his head anymore, till his head was pressed into your chest and his shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.

You stroked the back of Dazai's head. Sober, he was a goof, running around pretending that everything was jokes and comedy. Drunk, he was much more grim, face set firm even as more tears splashed sown it, eyes miserable in a way that made your heart ache.

"What's making you sad?" You asked him, desperate to take away at least some part of his sorrow.

But he didn't answer, shaking his head and clenching the fabric of your shirt so desperately it felt like he was hanging on for dear life.

You let him, wrapping your arms around him slowly, pulling him closer. You couldn't do anything but that, and the mere thought of it made you feel like the most useless being on the planet.

You paid for the drinks and heaved Dazai up on your shoulder, letting him stain a different part of your coat with tears as you walked away from the bar.

You took him to the agency dormitory, but once you were in front of his door you couldn't go any further.

"Dazai," You said, your voice gentle as you slowly put him down, and he wobbled on his feet. "Do you have your keys?"

The man couldn't even stand, and had to lean against the door for balance to look up at you. "Hmm..."

He began fumbling through his coat, hands slowly and thick with the weight of the alcohol in his veins. Finally, he produced a key, holding it up and pressing it into your chest. His tears had finally stopped.

You wiped the remnants off his cheek with your thumb. "Let me open the door, hmm?"

Dazai moved to lean against you instead of the door, and you placed an arm around his waist to support him as your free hand opened the door. You led him into the room, sitting him down on the floor near the doorway so you could take off his shoes. When you looked up, however, he had laid back on the floor, glossy eyes staring up at the ceiling.

"Say, [Name]," His voice was thick, his words were slurred. "Some people believe that right and wrong are relative... That there's no black and white... D'you think that's true?"

You looked at him. He was regretful, you could tell. But the fact that you couldn't help him, that you couldn't snatch all that pain away from him and swallow it was enough to make you bodily ache.

"I don't think I have a definite answer for that," You said, wishing you had, wishing you knew how to comfort him. "Why do you ask?"

Dazai's hands rose, clutching at the lapel of your jacket and pulling you closer to his face, making you hover over him on the floor. "D'you think... In a world like ours... We can ever do 'the right thing'?"

You shifted your weight to one hand, raising the other to caress his cheeks softly. "If you try hard enough, yeah. Even if no one's a hundred percent good, ever, if you try hard enough... I think that's all that matters."

"And..." Dazai's brow furrowed, and he looked adorably confused. "How hard is hard enough?"

You couldn't help but think of how, in any other situation, Dazai would've made a sexual pun out of those words.

"Hmm..." You thought of it, wanting to give him an answer that would satiate him. "Your best."

It was a simple answer, and yet Dazai's eyes widened, as if you'd solved the biggest mystery of the universe. "Just that?"

You nodded. "Just that. That's more than enough, Dazai."

And he nodded back, wrapping his heavy arms around your shoulders and pulling you closer, burying his head in your chest again. He fell asleep like that, holding you like a child.

You took him into the room later, taking off his coat and sweater and untucking his shirt before placing him on the futon and covering him with the quilt.

The next day when you saw him at the agency, he was back to his clownery, but something about the way he looked at you had changed.

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub dazai #sub dazai x you #sub osamu dazai #sub osamu dazai x you

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okkotsuslut · 1 year

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De-Stress

mdni, 18+

summary: being the number one pro hero is a lot of work, sometimes izuku needs to use you to de-stress

warnings: smut, praising, unprotected sex, public sex

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the number one pro hero is constantly being watched. by media, fans, civilians, and even villains. as soon as he leaves his house, he must take care to make his image as perfect as possible. since, after all, pretty much everyone looks up to him. this means no scandals, dating or otherwise. He needs to uphold a strong image for the children and people that look up to him. so he has to resort to drastic measures when he wants to see you, his girlfriend.

most nights, he calls you over at 2 or 3 in the morning, but today was different. he texted you multiple times in a row, spamming you to meet him at a conference he was at.

"i don't care if we get caught. i just need you here now." was one of the many messages he sent.

so you rushed over to the conference he was currently at for the top pro heroes. it was swarming with reporters and fans trying to get a glimpse of the number one hero, izuku midoriya. so you didn't know why he wanted you to come so bad. after all, he was the one who wanted to keep your relationship under wraps.

he instructed you to meet him at a door at the back of the building so you did exactly that. you lightly knocked on the door and it quickly swung open. you smiled when you saw your boyfriend standing there. he was wearing his hero uniform and looked sexy as fuck.

he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, letting the door slam behind you. just as you were about to say hello and start questioning him, his lips landed on yours and he embraced you in a heated kiss. izuku was usually never demanding or very dominant. he typically let you take the lead and went along with it but today was different. his tongue slipped in your mouth and his hand gripped the back of your hair. his other hand was placed on your waist and he used it to push you against the wall.

"mn, wait izuku." you lightly pushed at his chest. "what if someone sees?"

"i asked a friend to make sure no one comes over here."

his hand came down from the back of your head and lightly gripped your jaw.

you could tell by his demeanor and the way he was acting, that something must've happened. you knew he would tell you later and that he just needed to de-stress right now.

"okay."

the corners of his mouth raised and he leaned down to catch your mouth in another kiss. his hands lowered from your waist and slid underneath your skirt, grabbing your ass and lifting you up.

your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands landed on his shoulders.

he didn't stop kissing you as one of his hands moved to slide your thin panties to the side. he circled your clit with his thumb as he slid two fingers inside of you.

you let out a shaky sigh and reached one of your hands down to his buckle. you broke away from the kiss.

"it's okay. just fuck me already."

he kept one arm under you, hoisting you up, and used the other to unbuckle his pants and unzip them enough to free his cock.

he guided himself to your entrance and rubbed his member up and down your clit before thrusting into you. his pace was slow at first, easing his large throbbing cock into your tight cunt.

his hands gripped your ass hard, as he held you up against the wall and began quickening his pace.

your hand flew to your mouth to stop the moans that were threatening to escape.

"ngh you take me so well y/n"

izuku leaned his forehead against yours.

the faster he went, the louder the sound of him thrusting into you got. skin slapping skin echoed through the dark hallway.

you felt a tightness building in your core.

"i'm close." you whispered.

"me too baby."

one of his hands found your clit and began quickly circling it. his pace seemed to falter as he was now only using one arm to hold you up so you began bouncing your hips up and down, fucking him back.

"hah fuck. i'm gonna cum soon." he whimpered.

as you began reaching your high, you found it harder to contain your moans. letting out small moans and pleas for him to let you come.

izuku leaned back again, his dick hitting the perfect spot, causing you to climax.

he came inside of you and the both of your come mixed together, leaking out of you.

"ah, sorry y/n it was so good, that i forgot to pull out!" he eased himself out of you and frantically grabbed some wadded up tissues from his pocket to wipe you clean.

you laughed.

"it's okay izuku. i'm on birth control."

you suddenly heard muffled voices and saw shadows at the end of the hallway.

your eyes widened as izuku set you down. you quickly fixed your skirt that had been bunched up.

"i gotta get back now. thanks for coming on such short notice y/n" he smiled at you.

"anytime." you leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips.

"i'll see you back at the house! love you." he smiled

"love you too." you smiled back.

#izuku x you #izuku midoryia smut #mha smut #izuku x reader #izuku smut #smut

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Hanguang-Jun, Wei Ying and the juniors are on their way back home from a night hunt when they decide to stop in a nearby town at a festival. They're quite easy to spot, it's impossible not to notice them, they stand out in the best of ways - unfortunately not everybody agrees.

"That shameless man! I'd never leave my house if I did the kind of horrible things he did!" A man proclaimed, quite loudly, side-eyeing Wei Ying. "What a joke! In my prime, if anyone saw the Yiling Laozu up and about, they'd be required by law to kill him! Now the Lan sect is backing him up! How preposterous!"

Lan Jingyi sends the man a nasty glare and is on the point of opening his mouth, but Hanguang-Jun interrupts him before he is able. His voice is cold, threatening almost, loud enough to be within the man's earshot.

"Lan Jingyi. Do not waste your time correcting small-minded people. Their intellect is limited and their judgement is... flawed, at best, absent at worst."

The man immediately turns his head, eyes wide. Wei Ying busies himself with browsing through the merchandise on a stall so he doesn't burst out laughing.

"Hanguang-Jun is right." Sizhui adds, his voice as icy as his senior's. "We are cultivators of a prestigious clan, listening in to such shameless, baseless talk is beneath us, let alone enganging in any such lowly conversation."

The man scurries away, red in the face, and it's only then that Wei Ying allows himself a laugh. "My, my, I have quite the protection squad! Though I am surprised to see you have such a sharp tongue, Sizhui."

"Swearing is not allowed, so I had to learn to express my disdain otherwise, Wei-qianbei." Sizhui smiles, cute and serene as if he hadn't just torn into a man three seconds ago.

"Yeah, we learned from Hanguang-Jun!" Jingyi intervenes, 'When we went to our first Discussion Conference, the way he told sect leader Jiang off was so-"

"Lan Jingyi."

"...apologies, Hanguang-Jun."

"Wait, you told Jiang Cheng off?! In a discussion conference?!"

"Mn."

"In front of God and everyone?!"

"Mn."

Wei Ying sighs, theatrical. "Man, why did I have to die? I wish I was there to see it!"

"I could do it again."

Both Lan Jingyi and Wei Ying gasped, excited. "Really?!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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podcastkevin · 3 months

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Zombies request: Allison’s adopted brother being a werewolf, and when the wolves come to town, and Willa becomes a never sister to Y/N, but some people in the town one night hurt Y/N and both sisters (Willa and Addison) help nurse Y/N back to health as Willa plans her revenge?

(The wolves call you Wade, I hope that's okay)

"There's no way she's the great alpha." "Mn." "I'm sorry, but there- That can't be." "Mn, i finally have an opportunity to find my true self. I can't just let this opportunity slip through my fingers."

Mn sighs, not believing that Addison thought she was a werewolf, that she wanted to stay with the wolves. He ends up turning around and leaving the cave. "Mn, wait!" Bree called out but he didn't turn back.

When the quakes from testing charges for Seabrook Power demolition reached the cave and Addison connected the dots that the Moonstone might be at Seabrook power, Wyatt was honestly impressed.

"She found the Moonstone. She's amazing. Maybe she could even help us find Wade." "Wyatt, Wade has been missing for years, who knows if he's still alive." "Come on, we have his necklace still." "It's more for memory." "Willa..." She walks away and Wyatt pulls out a diamond shaped moonstone, rubbing his thumb over the string that's wrapped around it before bringing up in his clenched fist and pressing a kiss to it. He's not giving up on their brother, he knows Wade is still alive, he can feel it.

The next morning, Mn sat next to Addison in front of their parents. She still had her look from the previous night and Mn still wouldn't talk to her.

He did think about the previous night, the wolves all had one white streak and Mn was always told he was born with his white streak but there's no way he would be a werewolf too. He was found in the middle of seabrook forest by some hikers at a young age, no sign or note from potential parents. The hikers took him to Seabrook adoption center and that's where he was found by The Wells, soon gaining a mom, dad, and sister, gaining a family.

He shakes his head, putting down his spoon before getting up and walking out of the house, ignoring his parents calls.

Halfway to school, he noticed some of the nearby wolves staring at him along with some other humans. He started showing his hair a year after his sister, he wasn't as bold as Addison but eventually he realized that he shouldn't have to worry about others. Okay, maybe Addison talked to him and he didn't realize it in his own but he did eventually get rid of the scratchy brunette wig.

Without paying attention, he bumped into someone. Looking up, he saw it was Wyatt. "Oh, hi." He said shortly, going to walk off when Wyatt stopped him. "Wait, I was wondering if we could chat." "About what?" "Wow, you're sassy. You sound like Wade." "Who?" "Um, Wade. Me and Willa's brother, he was separated from the pack when we were younger." "That why you have two of those?" Mn said, pointing to the moonstone necklace around Wyatt's wrist. "Yeah. This was his." "Well...it does look pretty." "Thanks. Willa has lost hope that Wade is still alive but I believe you are- I believe that he is still alive." Him cutting himself off kinda had you judging him but you shook it off.

C'mon, Wyatt, do something "Um, I-I'm pretty sure it's dead after so long, basically a plain necklace. Do you want it?" "Oh, I couldn't take your brothers necklace. Like you said, he could still be out there." I know you're Wade, just take the necklace "It's okay. It's been like fourteen years since we last saw him or heard him. Starting to think Willa is right." He unwraps it from his wrist and puts it in Mn's hand. "It's okay, really." Mn sighs, Surprised at how well Wyatt can pull off sad puppy eyes. "Okay, okay, I'll take it. I'll put it on later though, okay?" "Yeah, okay." "Okay, well, I'm gonna head off to the school now." "Right, see you later, Wade." Wyatt calls out and Mn goes to correct him but the wolf was already gone.

Mn hadn't put the necklace on yet. He didn't put it on later as told. He didn't put it on a day later, he didn't put it on at all. Something about Wyatt's tone just didn't sit right with him.

Eventually, he did get over his anxiety about it and put it on. It was instant, he felt his canines grow longer along with his nails. He fell to the floor, to his hands and knees as he adjusts to the new feeling in his veins. When he stood back up, leaning on his vanity in his bathroom, his eyes were glowing yellow and the necklace was blue. Suddenly he was taken to the floor again as he coughed and his stone turned green, Wyatt was right about it being dead, it was almost completely out of charge. Mn coughed for about five minutes before it stopped and he moved to lay on his back.

This can't be happening.

At the demolition site, after saving the building from demolition, Mn watched carefully as Addison put on her necklace and waited but when she turned, he only saw his sister, nothing new.

When one of the workers said there was a malfunction and suddenly the building was blown up, Mn felt the effects a moment later along with the other wolves, he was brought to his hands and knees again as he felt week. "Mn?" Addison was crouched down in front of him a moment later, gasping when his moonstone swung out from under his shirt. "Mn, what-" "Wade?" He looked up, seeing Willa and Wyatt looking at him in shock and happiness despite their moonstone just being crushed.

He looked back to Addison, panting as a sudden pain grew in his chest. "Addy...I'm sorry..." With a final sigh, Mn fell onto his side, passing out. "Mn!"

When Mn woke up, Wyatt never left his side, always finding opportunities to hug him. Willa came around too, and Wyatt never let Willa forget that he was right and he knew that their brother was still alive.

When they unburied the moonstone, Mn felt a lot better with a charged moonstone, more awake and less weak. He lived between his home and the den and Willa and Addison have been the best sisters ever, plus Wyatt being a clingy brother, he had fun giving Mn his markings back.

One weekend, early evening, Mn went of to find coach and get some fro-yo for him, Addison, and Willa. He was having a 'sister day' as Addison told him and so far they were having fun, deciding to have a sweet treat with them before he heads off with Willa to the den.

When he found the cart but no coach, he sighed, the closed sign staring back at him and he sighs. A little bummed that their dessert plan is canceled, he turns around to go back and ask if they wanted to get ice cream instead when he was greeted by a couple of his human classmates. "Oh, hey guys." He greets them, they're his friends so he was happy to see them.

Without warning, one of them hooks their foot behind his knee and pulls, knocking Mn to the ground. "Hey, what was that for? Thought we were friends." "Why would we want to be friends with a mutt." "You were cooler before you turned into one of them." "Come on, guys, they're no different than Zombies, they're cool." "You're right, they are no different than Zombies, their monsters." "Wait, that not what I meant-" A fist collides with his face and a foot to his stomach. He could take them if he wolfed out but the comments flying at him as they beat him up clouded his mind.

"Hey!" The boys who once surrounded him were no longer there and he felt a calm hand on his face. "Hey, Mn, can you hear me?" He's rolled over onto his back and Addison cradles his face. "Can you hear me?" "Addy?" "Yeah, it's okay. We'll take care of you." Willa manages to pick Mn up and they go to Addison's house.

In Mn's room, Addison and Willa patched him up and Addison currently sat on the edge of his bed, cleaning up some blood from his eyebrow and cut lip. Willa was switching between pacing and sitting at Mn's desk, thinking before she stands from her place at Mn's desk and walks out. "Wait, Willa, where are you going?" "You'll know." She answered, leaving Addison to tend to their brother.

The next day, Willa found the classmates from the night before in the hallway, just her and the three boys. When they got closer to her, she stepped in their way. "Hey, Mutt, move out of the way." Her eyes glowed gold and her moonstone blue as she bared her teeth and claws at the boys. "Oh, the puppy is so scary." She lunged at that boy and he jumped back in fear. She laughs to herself.

"What? Scared? Just last night you were beating up my brother. You were all bark then but when you come face to face with the pack alpha you can't retaliate? Come on, fight me, too. No one can get away with beating up my brother and not deal with me." "That freak is your brother too? I see where the lameness comes from." Willa lunges again, scratching his arm and drawing blood. "I can do a lot more damage. You gonna fight back or are you all bark and no bite?" "No, we can take you." "Then do it!" She snarled.

"Um, actually, nevermind. We're just gonna go." The one on the right said as he stuttered and tried to pull the other two with him. "What? We can take her, she's just a mutt." "Dude, look what she did to him. That's just her warning, I don't want to know what else she can do." He pulls the injured guy on the left away to get him somewhere to get his arm patched up while the other stays put in front of Willa. "What a bunch of wimps." He mutters before turning around to come face to face with Willa. "You're a wimp too. You haven't moved to beat me up, guess I was right. You don't have a once of bite in you." "Whatever. Gonna go to class, not because you're actually scary." He quickly walks away as Willa calls after him. "Stay away from my brother or you'll get more than just a threat."

Turning around, she sees a patched Mn and Addison standing next to the lockers. "That might've been a bit extra, don't you think 'illa?" "Not at all. No one messes with my pack and gets away with it."

Willa pulls Mn into a side hug on his other side Addison wasn't occupying and gave a small tight squeeze with a smile. "How about we try getting Fro-yo again, yeah?" "Yeah, but this time, we'll all go." "Hey, I would've taken them if I wasn't take back by how they were suddenly attacking me." "Sure you would've." Willa said while laughing as Mn proceeds to defend himself making the girls laugh even more.

Mn likes having another sister, but sometimes it's hard when they both know you too well. But hey, You love them, nothing is stopping that.

#Kevin's Query #x male reader #disney zombies x male reader #disney zombies #Willa x male reader #Addison Wells x male reader #brother reader #disney #Disney Zombies 2

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nightcall99 · 28 days

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Dreams from 1.4.24

Dream 1 (which I woke up from) MN told me to go on my break. I think I politely refused or didn't show any signs that I was making moves to go, since it was a little too early in my book for lunch. But then he mentioned it again, gently, Go on break Kath, so you can come back early.

Dream 2 I had a dream where I was your HS. There energy was not me anymore, but you. The energy was always what I've sensed as being you, but I had never known it consciously. There was no denying that I was seeing things from your energetic viewpoint but behind that, the awareness that looks on over everything (and what lies behind my own HS) was the same. I remember how it felt to be your HS and less about what actually happened. I think you had cracked. You were in the chat and you were angry, but it wasn't exactly anger, it was a type of cracking. Of letting go. I think Mort had said something. Or somebody had said something, and there were no more masks. You challenged him/them but also it was not a challenge, it was being real. The realest that anyone can ever be, but saturated with mania and madness and letting go of confines and giving birth to something, that cannot ever be reigned back in. Your HS was power, terror and an unleashing. It was very strong energy and this is the best I can do to describe it. All I know is that you cracked and it neither good nor bad, it just was. (I think this is probably the frustration going on behind the scenes with ppl being slow af)

Dream 3 I was at school and the next class was swimming class, which meant we had to travel by bus to the swimming pool. I didn't really want to go, it was too much effort. At the same time, I didn't mind going as long as AL would be there. So I asked her, Are you going to go? She said, No. But then after few moments she said, Yes but it won't do anything for me, I don't want to go but I will, only because it will pass the time and then I will be able to go home and be tired and I'll go to sleep and I'll be able to meet Bobby (her cat) 'there'. (I get the feeling that my HS meant one of her cats that have passed away that also has a B name, because the sense is that she will be able to meet them in heaven/the astral).

Now I'm in the change room of the swimming pool and putting my bathers on. I wasn't sure what to wear. And instead of putting on the appropriate swim wear for what it is I'm about to partake in, I am trying to decide on what regular outdoor outfit to wear. I keep taking my clothes on and off, looking in the mirror and trying to make the outfit 'feel' right. Eventually I had on a midriff top and cut-off shorts. I was thinking about changing the top from a plainer one, to one that was magenta pink because AL said it looked better. Also, it would match the aesthetic of what other people seemed to be wearing.

Then that scene disappears and I am standing in a full piece swimsuit that looks more like wet suit than anything. It was not fashionable at all. The area beyond my knees and elbows was where skin showed. It was in the same colour as the top from the previous scene, hot pink. There were buckles to keep the wet suit in place at my thighs, but I didn't do them up yet. Then I met some chick who was being weird and a little rude to me. I can't remember what she said, only that she had on the same bathing suit as I. When I walked out of the change room and saw AL, she said that I lost weight. I could see it too, the ribs of my chest more pronounced than before.

Then we went swimming. But it turns into being my sister and I having a bath inside of our house. I think we are children again. We seem to be wearing swimsuits, while having this bath. My mum kept calling us to finish already and come out. The first time, I ignored her and same goes for the second time. I was just in that world and did not want to be disrupted. And then the third time, I heard her voice more clearly somehow and that was the time I decided to listen and leave the bathroom. When I got into the living room, it looked like there had been a party in our house, unbeknownst to my sister and I. But I think we did know, just did not want to. People were sitting on the couch opening presents and my mum said, Why did you ignore me, you said you would get changed and come out immediately, you were suppose to attend the party and now it's almost over. Her friends, or maybe it's her siblings, they all look at me and don't say anything. I barely feel any disdain in the air, it's just whatever, at least we're here now. I get the impression that SM and his gf were invited to this party but since he knew I would be there, he didn't come. They made an excuse to avoid it.

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projectbluearcadia · 1 year

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Yeah (*4) Where Is My Lover, Baby?

Partial Spoilers for Season 1 of Obey Me! Readers Be Warned.

[ Just a few minutes after Annelie was abducted... ]

Lucifer: Mn...

Lucifer opens his eyes and blinks at the pillow shoved against his face. He slowly sits up and looks around his darkened room, rubbing the cheek that Annelie kissed before she left.

Lucifer: Where did she disappear to...?

Lucifer gets up and starts wandering his room before settling into an agitated pace as the minutes tick by.

Lucifer: It’s not like her to wake up in the middle of the night.

He leaves his room and starts wandering the house instead, quietly searching room by room.

Lucifer: She couldn’t have...

Lucifer pauses in front of the stairway to the attic before he makes his way up, still searching for her.

???: What are you doing up here?

Lucifer turns, surprised, towards the owner of the voice.

Lucifer: Belphie... you’re awake?

Belphie: How could I not be? You’ve been tramping around the house for the past 20 minutes.

Lucifer keeps glancing around.

Belphie: What’s wrong with you? Finally going senile?

Lucifer: I’m looking for Annelie. I told you about her, remember? Short chestnut hair, hazel eyes, little acne scars on her right temple? The most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen?

Belphie: She probably got sick of you. I can’t believe she stayed this long.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer falters before he shakes his head.

Lucifer: No. She wouldn’t just leave me without saying anything. If she was angry with me, she’d tell me go fuck myself and then leave.

Belphie raises an eyebrow.

Lucifer: Something happened.

Lucifer starts pacing again.

Lucifer: I know something happened, but what? Where could she be right now?

Belphie: ...why are you so rattled about a succubus?

Lucifer: Rattled?

Lucifer stops.

Lucifer: Don’t be ridiculous. I do not get "rattled."

Belphie: Well, whatever. If you would quiet down already, I want to get some sleep.

Lucifer pauses again.

Lucifer: Belphegor, have you seen her?

Belphie: Even if I had, why would I tell you?

Lucifer stares at his brother for a very long moment as if processing the words.

Lucifer: You have. Tell me what you saw. Before I lose my patience.

Belphie: You flip gears quick.

Lucifer: Tell me.

Belphie: What are you going to do if I don’t? Kill me?

Lucifer’s anger wanes, his expression softening.

Lucifer: ...I would never even consider that, Belphie.

Belphegor seems a little startled.

Lucifer: I don’t need your help, though I would have liked something more to go on. I hope you calm down by the time I come back with breakfast.

Belphie: You’re becoming a slave to her, you know that?

Lucifer: Maybe you’re right.

Belphie: That succubus will end up killing you.

Lucifer: ...

Belphie: You’re... are you fucking insane?!

Lucifer: ...that’s a possibility. But my sanity shouldn’t matter to you.

Lucifer starts to leave.

Belphie: You’re an idiot.

Lucifer waves, and Belphegor seems to think to himself for a second.

Belphie: ...some guy in white picked her up. Probably her boyfriend.

Lucifer: Thank you, Belphie.

Belphie: ...

Lucifer leaves the attic and makes his way outside, searching for traces of either Annelie or the man in white.

???: Looking for me?

Lucifer whips around to see the man who kidnapped Annelie, and he flinches at the sight of him, as if he’s just been stung. Sharp, metallic wings droop against his back, a set of gears rotating and clicking in midair around his head. He bows and raises a hand to his chest, revealing the fact that his metallic fingertips are closer to claws.

???: My name is Barachiel. Pleased to meet you.

Lucifer: You’ve stolen and sullied that name.

Barachiel: Have I?

Lucifer: Where is Annelie?

Barachiel: Ah, you really are straight to the point, aren’t you? Rest assured; I haven’t harmed her.

Lucifer: Return her to me.

Lucifer’s demon form slips, and Barachiel laughs.

Barachiel: Don’t be so hasty. In the first place, if you kill me, then you’ll never know what I did, will you?

Lucifer: Then why don't you tell me what you did, return her, and I'll consider showing you mercy.

Barachiel: Well, there is a fairy tale I absolutely adore, you see. It goes by a few names... Aschenputtel... Cenerentola... Cendrillon...

Barachiel smiles.

Barachiel: Cinderella. I loved that story, and as I spent time lingering between the realms, I found myself wondering... What if I made my own Cinderella?

Lucifer: What nonsense are you spewing? I asked you what—

Barachiel: Ah, are you not familiar with the classic? Then, allow me to retell an abridged version, as much as it pains me. In a kingdom far away, we find Cinderella, an average woman, really, serving cruel masters for whom she holds no love. She suffers, laments, and one day, when all hope seems lost, her fairy godmother waves her wand, and she is able to meet the man of her dreams. Love at first sight, instant chemistry, an overall spectacular night...except for one thing.

Lucifer shifts uneasily.

Lucifer: Which was?

Barachiel: Well, the fairy godmother’s magic could only last so long, you understand? So, as the clock struck midnight, Cinderella’s stupendous gown was reduced to rags, her diamond jewelry nothing more than strings ripped from a carpet. Her prince, poor, naive boy, could no longer recognize her, and she fled from his side in the throes of immeasurable despair.

Lucifer takes a fleeting moment to comprehend what Barachiel just said.

Lucifer: You sick son of a—

Barachiel: Ah, but our Prince Charming always has a way to find a happy ending with his princess, doesn’t he?

Lucifer lets out a low growl.

Barachiel: Ahaha! I really love that passion in your expression. I was right to choose a succubus as the catalyst to your "true love" story. But if you don't remember to control yourself, you might forget all~ll about your sweetheart. And you don't want that, now do you?

Lucifer: ...

Barachiel: In the original tale, of course, Cinderella leaves behind a glass slipper, which the Prince promptly finds and uses to track her down.

Lucifer: Annelie doesn't have such possessions.

Barachiel: Aha~ I'm aware. But...

Barachiel twirls his fingers through the air as he grins. A moment later, a ruby-red, crystal heart delivers itself to his hand.

Barachiel: There is one thing. One very important thing.

Lucifer stares at the heart, and he flinches as it lets out a pulse, the light inside it shifting and changing.

Lucifer: What is that?

Barachiel: Come on; don't pretend to be stupid on me. It's Annelie's heart. Or rather, the thing she has in place of one.

Barachiel gives the heart to Lucifer.

Lucifer: It's...warm.

Barachiel: What? Really?

Barachiel touches it.

Barachiel: Nope. Still cold to me. I wonder if it's because she loves you? Nah, doesn't matter. In any case, you'll find her using that little clue. Woah there!

Barachiel avoids Lucifer's blast of magic.

Barachiel: Almost forgot to mention that while it's out of her body, I'm the only one keeping it beating, so...

Barachiel traces one of his claws against his neck while Lucifer seethes with barely concealed rage. Unbeknownst to him, his brothers have stirred from sleep and currently watch the scene with their own measures of anger.

Lucifer: Why?

Barachiel: Why did I do it? Hm... Probably because I was bored? It’s nothing so grand as I have a grudge against you, although that could be interesting to experience. Maybe I should fall in love with Annelie myself and make myself sick with jealousy as a little extra spice?

Lucifer: Your madness is an insult to ASPD.

Barachiel: To what? Nevermind.

Barachiel claps his hands, sending a harsh, metal clang throughout the area.

Barachiel: I’ll give you...42 hours to find her. I’d actually give you longer, but I can only keep the lifeblood connection open for that amount of time. After that, she’s dead, no backsies.

Barachiel smiles and waves as he unfurls his metal wings and starts to flicker out of existence.

Barachiel: Best of luck, Luci.

#obey me!#fanfiction #angst #self indulgence #shameless #cinderella #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #bad fairy godmother #slightly grim fairy tale #LuciAnne

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so-litudinal · 10 months

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about to rewatch orphan (esther) aka one of the classics of my adolescence, bc nostalgia but also bc somehow my tolerance for horror has lowered so much over the years that I don't trust myself to handle anything more intense esp before bed. gotta hate what the years have done to me :(

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6 mn in and my tokophobia AND fear of cars already triggered like crazy like what, your girl has no more tolerance whatsoever lol (side note: forgot how cute max was)

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man forgot how annoying vera farmiga's character was like not even my wlw eyes can let me pretend otherwise..... huh, I've really changed haven't I (for the worse) + they have a steinway in their house so yeah they deserve all the bad that's about to hit them in the face (except for max)

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vera farmiga's character be like: has trouble tolerating kids being kids behaviours, struggles to connect with her son, easily loses her calm around her kids, still obviously very affected from the trauma of a miscarriage, still struggling with subsequently developed addiction

also vera farmiga's character: hey, maybe we should adopt a third kid after all :)

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oh... oh man, this movie's making me uncomfy, maybe I should've watched barbarian or something after all (that sister at the orphanage looking at those buffoons like 'besties, you do not want to meddle with crazy esther over there' is killing me lol)

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NOT THE PIGEON!!! I'M SO CLOSE TO DROPPING IT RN!!!!

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jfc straight rich white people :/ yikes

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hmm turns out I'd blocked out parts of the movie and that's why I've been thinking I liked it back then... but hm yeah

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that's a wild fucking role for a child to play like, yeah I knew that, but sweet mary mother of god, maybe it's bc I was so young myself when I first saw it that it didn't make me feel so icky cuz rn it's the insects crawling all over skin level of icky that I'm feeling

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imagine making a big deal out of a kid saying the word fuck (ik esther's not a kid, not the point) instead of addressing the real issue and taking a good look at yourself in the mirror after you subjected said kid to the sight of you and your dear husband going at it in the fucking kitchen?? I know it's a movie but it's digging up some real uncomfy feelings lol

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correction: "I'm not your fucking mommy" will never not be hilarious to me (tho I'd shatter if vera farmiga ever said that to me ):)

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next day—overall not so good experience, not so much bc of the movie (well...) but bc I downed an entire pint of cookie dough ice cream and went to sleep at like 3:30 am so yeah feeling like crap now hihi

#23.7 #t

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soliloquyepistolary · 10 months

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What’s going on behind the scenes?

In the dream, I was having a full on TG convo with Clea. It was a back and forth messaging as if it was happening in real life, it was going on for awhile. She sent me a lollipop which appeared in my hand and I was sucking on it, really happy. We were just chatting about how we felt about things, I think I was the one that reached out first. I said I don’t think the recall is happening anymore and as I said if felt quite resolute about it like well this is the information I’m getting but I was soft launching it on her. I don’t think she was on board with it just yet, in fact I don't know that she read what I said or acknowledged it at all. She was talking about something she was struggling with, it felt like I was the one consoling her and being patient. Like I was the one 'waiting' on her this time round. She was the one that was unsure, and I am sure about things. She was showing me pictures she taken on earth of nature and one of them was of a green spindly looking bush that I seemed to recognise. It was a weird image though almost like a reverse image, the foliage was blending into the atmosphere. I could feel her energy during our conversation.

I had to get go work in the morning and MN had forgotten on his key or lost it somehow. We were both starting at 9 but usually he opens and so at the last minute, I had to. I wasn’t freaking out though, like I was getting ready at a rapid pace but it was fine I knew I’d get there in time. In fact as I was walking to walk, I saw Antoinette in her truck driving to work so I just hoped in. We were only a few minutes away and I messaged MN saying as much. Then when I showed up, he was already there standing out the front and maybe had gotten there just as I had. I think he’d managed to get it open himself like he ended up getting his key somehow and I could see someone was with him like probably another coworker who had helped him out much like how Antoinette had helped me. I never needed to rush so hard I knew it was going to work out and there was nothing to freak out over either way. I thought it was up to me but actually we’re all working together to open the door lol

This feeling like I'm the teacher, I'm the one teaching the course now, there was a sense of anticipation but I have it under control

My mum was making me mi goreng but then she must have forgotten that the water was boiling because I didn’t end up getting it until ages later like an hour later. She was in my room trying to feed it to me too but I stopped her since I can eat it without help

I was with AJ and some other guy with blonde hair and I was cuddling up to AJ like holding his arm and getting his hand and saying omg your hand is so cute but he’s an NPC now, he felt floppy like a doll, and submissive and there wasn’t really any energy coming from him. I made him and the other guy kiss and here was a lot of chemistry, it was very passionate and convincing little kisses I knew I was creating it. Then we were hanging out in a house and then some people came to shoot at us I think they were zombies or something. We were in high school uniforms and then the two of them protected me they ran out to the front of the house, had guns and were shooting. I was creeping around the house trying to find my way out without making a sound but I needed my shoes before I wanted to make my escape. I could walk out right now but I needed to be comfortable with my shoes on I didn’t want to run away and damaging my feet, getting cuts. I saw AJ had successfully killed them or chased them off and he walked past me giving me this bemused look like what are you doing just leave. I went to the back to get my shoes and leave again but I had this feeling there might be one more zombie lurking about.

I was at work and I didn’t know how to counsel on a new medicine that looked like a black crayon in a box. It was a young female customer so I stalled and went to go print out the cmi and learn about t the medicine like I usually do when I don't know what it is. But I just couldn’t really comprehend it at all, I kept flipping through the pages trying to find the important part which is how to actually use it but I can't find it. I think it’s for cancer or something and you draw it out on your arm to take the dose. I got AL to help me, she managed to get the proper cmi out I had some other info that wasn’t a cmi it was official product info but different somehow, like a knock off and she ended up handling the situation for me. I asked her to help me since I didn’t know what to say. She had that standoffish energy about her but I was glad she helped, I knew I created this.

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everfreerene · 2 years

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Contract

A/n: I’ve argued this with my friend because they said Zhongli was hotter than Obey me Lucifer when they are literally the same person in different fonts, so I made this out of spite

P.S; I’ve won, and now they are simping for my boy Luci

P.P.S; this is inspired by this work/comic ☆

Pairings: Female!Obey me Lucifer!Reader x Mortal!Zhongli

Warnings: short like my height

"𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁."

“A contract you say?” Y/n, who sat at her office desk in the House of Lamentations, repeats the words of the male mortal

“Yes, miss Y/n a contract. One that lasts forever.” Zhongli confirmed,

“I do not know why you wish to have a contract when you already have a pact with me but very well, I shall grant your request.” Y/n sighs and grabs the pen on her desk, Zhongli however stops her by placing his hand over hers.

“Mr. Zhongli?” Y/n stares quizzically at the male that smiled at her.

“Pardon me, Miss y/n.” Placing a hand on her shoulder Zhongli leans downwards and places his lips on hers.

“Mn..!”

Zhongli places his unoccupied hand on Y/n’s jaw and tilts her head a bit for her comfort,

The male mortal separates with the female once he felt his breathe shorten, swiping his thumb over Y/n’s lips, “marriage contract, complete.”

A soft chuckle erupts from her, as a familiar heat came crawling over her face, “you sure are bold Mr. Zhongli, having me — the avatar of pride — as your wife?”

“I am sure about my decisions Miss Y/n,” Zhongli merely smiles at her, “it’s settled then, from this day forth, you are bound to me, and me alone,” Y/n’s smile was the last thing he saw before his vision faded into black.

“I see you’ve finally awoken,” a feminine voice intrudes Zhongli’s ears as he wakes up from his dream,

“Miss Y/n?” He questions, sitting up from the bed — that was clearly not his — rubbing away the sleepiness from his eyes.

“Miss Y/n? Are you still sick?” Zhongli felt a shift from his side and a warm hand placed on his forehead.

“You’re not making sense Miss Y/n, I’ve been calling you that since the start of the program” He asked back, in which Y/n just chuckles at “Zhongli, dear, it’s been years since the exchange program, we’ve been married for 6 years and counting now” she explained with a soft look.

“Y/n! Human-in-law! Your child is-Oh” Mammon—with a child in his arms—stood by the door frame after kicking the door open before Zhongli could reply, and earning the white haired male the elder demoness’s annoyance.

“Mammon.” She called his name with an irked smile and a dark glare on her face.

“Let’s run Xiao!” The said male laughed nervously before running out of the room.

The dark haired child’s laugh could be heard along the hallways of the House of Lamentations.

Y/n sighs, standing up from the bed, leaving a kiss on Zhongli’s forehead and left the room to scold her younger brother.

Zhongli could only chuckle at the never changing antics of the two siblings

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact zhongli #genshin zhongli x reader #genshin impact zhongli x reader #genshin impact rex lapis #genshin impact reader #character!reader #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #zhongli x reader

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fanartfunart · 3 years

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Time and Time Again

A little fic about if Ocarina of Time was a big time loop instead of splitting the timeline. (& if Link met himself)

The sky was a hazy orange in Hyrule. The sun was a glowing pale orb behind the clouds of smoke. It choked his lungs... It was nothing like Termina. Unfortunately, it was exactly like his memories. Link stared up at the sky, fiddling with the edge of his backpack.

He glanced in the direction of the Korkiri forest. He hadn’t been back for 7 years... Guilt pricked at his chest and his throat. But he couldn’t go back now. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he did anything to change things from what he remembered. It hadn’t worked out well when he was still a child, why would it now? He sighed. Shaking his head, he walked towards Kakariko village.

He didn’t know why he was here, really. To confirm he didn’t leave Hyrule on it’s own? That it wasn’t some elaborate dream?

He reached into his bag. His old childhood tunic was tucked deep down into his backpack, full of sewn up holes and threadbare patches. Instead, he’d been dressed in a tunic from Termina. (Actually a blue vest that he'd stiched together, unused to the shorter shirts that Hylians so often wore) He imagined that’s maybe why no one in Kakariko recognized him.

He layed out some of his bottles of spring water from Termina in a row. He frowned as he looked through his bag, the Ocarina of Time missing. He glanced at the Fairy Ocarina, taking it out with the rest of his supplies. A few curious people wandered over, watching as he pulled out food. He smiled and waved.

An old man wandered over to him, "What a cute little display."

Link rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle. The old man picked up an apple with a smile.

"Oh, I haven't seen one of these in a while, how many rupees?-"

Link shook his head and pushed it towards him, "All free. I'd just prefer to keep the bottles."

"Very kind of you, young man." The old man smiled and gave him a hearty pat on the back. Link coughed from the strength of it. He gave him a small smile in return as the old man walked off to do his advertising for him.

He sat back, playing the Fairy Ocarina, watching as people hesitantly took what they needed. ...He resolved to collect more things later.

The sky had slowly shifted to a more peaceful blue as the night edged closer. It was quiet. He sat on the roof of Impa’s house, dangling his feet over the edge.

He saw them walk into town. He felt time in the town slow with their entrance into town. He didn't really notice it when he was young; the gentle aid of the Goddess of Time. He assumed a lot of those magical things were normal (they were certainly explained to him like they were). He saw it now, though. Like a overly familiar, comforting blanket. His past self's presence, however, was like a itch at the back of his neck.

He didn't plan on talking to him. Or drawing attention to himself. He imagined it wouldn't help. Not worth the potential dangers.

He should have guessed Navi would notice a strange person on a roof. The fairy flew over to him, curious. His younger self turned to watch, straining to see what she did. She picked up speed. Getting closer than he expected she would. (Did she always use to hover this close to strangers when helping him talk to people further away?)

Navi stared at him, and...smiled. Soft.

She recognized him.

A falling sensation flipped his gut. He nearly genuinely fell, gripping the edge of the roof to ground himself. She actually recognized him. Any voice he had before was gone. Replaced by the fact that she recognized him.... By how much he missed her. A carved out hole in his chest.

She turned back as his younger self walked up to the building, tilting his head.

"What are you doing up there? Are you stuck like him?" His younger self called. He pointed at the roof the strange man had always been on.

Link swallowed and shook his head.

Navi spoke for him, just like she used to when the world was too big and too much. "No... I'm just watching the world go by."

"Oh! Okay! Have fun!"

"W-Wait!" Link called, voice cracking. He was getting the strangest version of deja-vu. Except everything was reversed.

He used to think this age... this ambiguous age he wasn't quite sure the actual number for was anymore- meant he was an adult. He didn't feel like an adult now. He couldn't imagine how young he actually was back then.

The green clad boy looked up at him, waiting, just as he was asked.

Link took a moment to gather his thoughts. "You... You're a child of the Forest, right?"

"...How did-"

"Never mind that, you'll... find out."

He could hear his voice echoed, memory and present blending in strange harmony. (Did he really sound like that to other people? He could've sworn his voice was deeper).

Link took a breath, "Um, make sure to tell your friends, hi. Give them a big hug. For me. I used to know some of them."

"Oh, really?! What's your name?"

Link picked at the shingles of the roof, frowning, "You can call me Grasshopper... One of my friends used to call me that."

The young boy tilted his head, then shrugged. "Okay Grasshopper!"

"And kid? ...Don't forget to be young again every once in a while... It'll be over before you know it..."

"...Ookay?" His younger self muttered, clearly confused. Link guessed it was a reasonable response....

His younger self looked exactly like he did now. They looked the same age. And yet... He was so young. It was just an illusion of maturity. He wondered if there was any older version of himself looking back at him now and realizing he was just...so young.

He sighed, "Stay safe out there, okay kid? ....If you need any tips about anything, come find me."

"Uh...I'll try. Er. Bye!" His younger self waved and Navi hovered next to Link for a quiet moment longer, keeping an eye on the retreating boy.

"Navi," Link said, in a hushed voice. She looked at him. His voice slipped from him once again.

"I know." She whispered back. She bumped his shoulder and he smiled a little.

"Mn..." He cleared his throat, hoping to clear the block on his voice with it, "You better make him rest more often... my sleep schedule is still wonky."

"You and I both know how hard that is. Once you have a goal in mind, it's hard to stop you."

Link laughed, shrugging, "Can't help it, I guess."

She shook her head, part exasperated, part fond. She tapped his head, "It seemed you turned out fine... I guess I better help that happen."

Link snorted and glanced towards the retreating boy. "Yeah... goodbye, Navi." He muttered, feeling a weight lift from his chest as he uttered those words.

She nodded, "Goodbye, Link." She zipped away, bopping his younger self on the head when she got to him. Link guessed probably in response to whatever bad plan he'd already begun concocting.

Link felt something wet leak down his cheek as he watched them leave. He really had said goodbye to his childhood now, hadn't he? He flopped onto his back, looking at the stars.

He frowned, blinks of memory drifting up into his the forefront of his mind. "Oh by the Golden Goddesses, now I got to stay in town for a year so he can come ask me things don't I?"

#loz link #loz navi #navi #oot #orcania of time #loz #legend of zelda #fanarts fanfic #time travel

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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The life we had (won't be ours again)

Based off one lyric from a Three Days Grace song

Warnings: explicit and detailed suicidial ideation and an almost suicide attempt! (But it has a happy ending!)

He had thought about it, once. It was a dark time in his life - the darkest, the loneliest, the most painful, when everything inside and out hurt nearly to the point of insanity.

It was two weeks after the death of the Yiling Patriarch was announced. Celebrations were still taking place. People were still rejoicing the death of a man they villified for no reason other than cheap propaganda and political machinations. A man that did not deserve to die. A man that Lan Wangji loved.

Near his seclusion house, there was a cliff, so steep you could not see the bottom of it, always shrouded in thick mist. It looked like a soft pillow, white and dense. Wangji liked staring at it, imagining what it would be like to fall. Whether he would die by the time he made it down or if he'd hit the ground first and then die a slow and agonizing death after.

But one day, after the doctor came to tend to the wounds on his marred back yet again, Wangji decided he had enough. He had enough of pain, bloody bandages, insomnia, tears, regrets, questions, loneliness. He had enough of everything.

He stumbled out of his house, right towards the cliff, intent to jump off. After all, people who are suffering and cannot be cured must be put out of their misery.

He was two steps away from falling before he heard somebody emerge from nearby bushes. There shouldn't have been anybody around. Wangji had never seen the old man that showed up ever before in his life.

"You shouldn't do what you came here to do." The man speaks, his voice warm, fatherly. "You may feel lost right now, but it won't be death where you find your purpose again."

Wangji felt.. angry? Frustrated? Who was this man? Why did he just have to show up?!

"I was like you, once. I lost the love of my life and everything we built together in a blink of an eye. It was sudden and unexpected and too much. And I didn't think there was any point to living anymore... so I came here to end it."

The old man closed his eyes for a second, breathing in the fresh air. "But then I realized that, if I died, the life in which I met my beloved would end too. That I'd never get to meet her for the first time again. That I'd never get to experience our first date or our wedding or the way she laughed anymore. That all the memories of her that I carried would be gone too."

A sad smile. "Don't you have anyone you want to live on in your memories?"

Wangji never saw that man again. He vanished before Wangji could even thank him or ask him his name.

But his words hung in the air like the very mist Wangji had been so ready to join minutes before.

He did have somebody whose memory he had to keep alive. He did want to remember everything about that person, even the things that now hurt.

He went to the Burial Mounds that very day. Had he been any later, A-Yuan would have been gone.

Now there was more than only a memory of Wei Ying for Lan Wangji to love.

And he did.

"Lan Zhan? Are you alright? You've been staring at that cliff for a while. Is there something wrong? I for one don't see anything there, it's just mist."

"Mn. It is nothing. Let's go home."

He almost thinks he sees the old man emerge from the bushes, smiling.

I never got to say it. Thank you.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #this is uh a bit personal but what is kinning a character if not a means to put them through the same bs i felt #a bit tailored to fit the narrative but alas

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shelby-love · 3 years

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GEORGE WEASLEY

I'm Holy. Get it?

Requested: no

Prompts: none (all lines are from the movie save for the reader’s + some other)

Warning(s): I'd say if you haven't watched HP movie 7 don't read this but I mean...

[Y/FN or Y/MN] is your father’s name or your mother’s name, whichever you prefer :)

Word count: 2.6K

Author's note: This is set directly in the first part of the ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt. 1′ movie (Polyjuice scenes and arriving at the Burrow after the Sky battle). Reader reacts to George's injury kinda thing. I highly recommend rewatching those specific scenes so you get the feels:

Arrival at Privet Drive (watch first 50 seconds)

Full Polyjuice scenes

The Sky Battle (watch all if you want)

The Order at the Burrow after the Sky Battle

This is by far my favourite one-shot out of all of my work and it took me a while to write it so please like, reblog and let me know what you think! P.S. if you’re up for me to write a part 2, that one shot will be set before, during and after the wedding <3

MASTERLIST

Darkness set around Privet Drive seemed to be rippling, the air wafting all around. The Dursley's house, home of the famous chosen boy Harry came into view only as the brooms lowered to the ground. Not only brooms, in three cases skeletal, black winged horses too. Hagrid dominated the scene, sitting in an enormous motorbike you had begged him to give you a ride on, with goggles and a helmet set on his bearded face.

Despite not arriving in the motorbike, you had flown on the next best thing - a broom, with arms wrapped around your boyfriend, face nested against his shoulder and a million sweet nothings whispered into your ears on the way over.

You were pleased to say the least.

One by one, you lifted the Disillusionment Charms, coming into view for Harry Potter to see through the window of his room.

George Weasley dismounted the broom with ease, helping you off by letting you put your hand on his strong shoulders.

Harry pulled the front door open, eyes wide upon hearing Hermione screech and fling her arms around him. Ron: the next best thing how George and Fred always say, clapped his best friend's back and waltzed into the house after Hermione.

You stood outside, holding George's hand, body molded against his and watched the scenes unfold with the rest of the Order - Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Lupin, Arthur, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley, Fred and George. You were accompanied by Mundungus Fletcher: a small, dirty man with droopy eyes and hair that was non-existent. Behind Mad-Eye stood a slender man in a dark suit, having just dismounted the third winged horse. He was handsome, so to speak, with black hair brushed behind and dark glasses shielding his eyes.

"Who wears sunglasses at midnight?" Fred had mumbled when he saw the man for the first time at the headquarters. You laughed immediately, agreeing by throwing a joke of your own.

George was protective; he made sure you weren't close to either of them as you followed the rest of the Order inside. As was Bill, his older brother, who had a hand on his fiancée's back, ushering her inside while placing himself as a human shield against Mundungus and the stranger. You were thankful for George, just like Fleur for Bill - you saw it in her eyes when you made it inside the small, family home that was once filled with furniture.

"Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley," said the oldest brother, hand extended for Harry to take.

"Ah, pleasure to meet you," this was the first time Harry had met the oldest Weasley and he shook his hand immediately and gave Fleur a hug right after.

"Wasn't always this handsome." Fred teased, pushing through the small crowd of people.

"Dead ugly," Your boyfriend added, holding your hand, and pushing you in front of him as the auror walked in right after you three did.

You released George's hand and came in to give Harry a hug, who you considered to be your close friend. "Are you going back to Hogwarts?" The boy asked you, knowing you were as old as him and his closest friends.

You shook your head, "My parents are in the Order as much as I am. I'll go when we defeat him. At least that's what I have planned."

"Of course, she'll go," Hermione interjected, not wanting to take the N.E.W.T. alone.

"No, she'll work with me," George butted in the conversation, grinning. "She'll be our salesman."

"Or saleswoman!" Fred voiced somewhere around the house.

Your lips spread into a grin instinctively as you placed a hand into George's already extended one and joined him somewhere else, letting Harry get to know a little bit more about Bill and his scar.

"-the joker," the last of Tonks' words made their way into your ears. The bubbly woman came to stand next to you. "By the way, wait until you hear the news! Remus and I are -"

"All right, all right!" Mad-Eye interrupted Tonks mid-sentence. You gave her a smile and a glance at her belly. She smiled in return. "You’ll all have time for a cozy catch-up later! We’ve got to get the hell out of here and soon!"

"What news?" George leaned in and whispered into your ear, Fred leaning in too.

"Doesn't matter," You told him. It was Tonks' announcement, not yours.

"Babe, pleasee," he whined, but you stood your ground and elbowed him in his abs.

George yelped behind you, drawing in attention. The adults turned around to look but he composed himself immediately, placing on a carefree smile and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, brushing them all off with the actions.

You missed half the conversation about the Trace the Ministry had on every underage witch and wizard. You thankfully didn't have the Trace for several months now but you did pity Harry in that aspect. The Trace was not an easy pill to swallow for an underage wizard like himself.

"The real one...?"

Moody drew a flask from one of his pockets.

"I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Hermione sighed, "I told you he'd take it well."

Harry, the always humble boy shook his head. You didn't see his face because you stood in the back, but you could imagine it very well. "If you think I'm going to let people risk their lives for me-"

"Never done that before, have we?" Ron mumbled, rather audibly so that everyone heard him.

"This is different. Taking that. Becoming me - no."

"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate." Fred said earnestly.

"Yeah imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as scrawny, specky gits forever." Your boyfriend added after him.

Harry didn't smile at that.

But you did - and that was enough for the Weasley twins.

You focused on the conversation that went on, cringing with George when Mundungus started to speak.

Suddenly, Hermione mercilessly grabbed a tuft of Harry's jet-black hair, yanking several pieces out and placing the strands into the flask.

"Blimey Hermione!"

Moody held out the flask in which the potion was connecting itself to the strands of hair. The mud like liquid gave an awfully displeasing imitation of brewing, but it turned to gold liquid soon and you let out a breath of relief.

But relief was soon replaced with dread as you realized what awaited you. Instinctively, you stepped back only to crash into George who had stepped behind you, knowing what you would do. Your boyfriend placed his hands on your shoulders and walked you to stand in line with the rest of soon-to-be-fake-Harry-Potters. "You aren't going anywhere luv."

George slapped your shoulders for effect.

"For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning. It tastes like goblin piss."

You visibly shuddered as you stood between the twins, Moody's fake eye catching you in a locked gaze.

"Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?"

Moody's eye switches from you onto Fred. "Just trying to defuse the tension."

Fred gingerly took a sip, cringing in distaste immediately after.

He tried to hand the flask over to you, but you shook your head and dashed over to stand after George, not before him.

Why didn't he start from the other end of the line?

You were fine with standing next to Mungundus - the petty criminal, just not with taking a sip of that potion.

"My girlfriend's just scared," George smiled apologetically, still trying to defuse the tension just like his brother.

Both twins shrinked immediately after drinking it, and you swallowed the remains of your saliva and took the flask from your now very short boyfriend. "Cheers." You muttered, taking a small sip from the flask.

"That's not nearly enough! Blimey drink some more!" Mad-Eye barked at you and you did as he said, taking a much bigger sip this time round.

He finally nodded and stepped aside.

You felt your features bubble up uncomfortably, until the transformation ended, and 8 Harry Potters stood in the kitchen that had once belonged to Harry's evil muggle caretakers.

"Wow - we're identical!" Fred and George said at the same.

"Not yet you aren't," Moody mumbled, pulling out the sacks with eight identical sets of clothes.

You, Fleur and Hermione grabbed for the clothes immediately, your bras suddenly feeling everything but comfortable against your now flat chest.

"Don't have something a bit more sporty, do you?'" George asked, looking at the red shirt puzzled.

"Yes, don't fancy this color at all." Fred agreed.

"Fancy this: You're not you, so shut it and strip." Mad-eye exclaimed, turning to Harry. "You'll need to change too, Potter."

Harry looks around and self-consciously begins to strip. The other in takers of the potion had no concern when they stripped off their clothes. As for you, when you glanced underneath the shirt and indeed saw that your breasts were no longer there, you had no problem when taking off your shirt and bra. Any ounce of self-consciousness that was there disappeared once coming to terms that the body wasn't yours.

"Harry," you started, your voice the only thing left that was your own save for the clothes you were currently taking off. "Sorry for exposing you like this. But if it makes you feel any better...you have a nice body?"

You didn't really know to which Harry you were talking to, but one look at the Harry who didn't smile, the one that looked rather angry was enough to know he wasn't the real Harry. It was George. "I mean...that's kind of a compliment to you too... Right Fred?"

"It's a compliment," A different Harry but with Fred's voice said. "Take it or leave it George."

"Help me with this?" You decided to say instead, your cheeks flushing red as you turned around to give George space to unclip your bra.

"Never thought, I'd see the day Harry helps himself take off a bra," Ron mumbled with a laugh, having just finished commenting about his best friend's non existing tattoo.

"Shut it, Ron." Harry's voice came from somewhere amongst the crowd. Real Harry's voice.

George then helped you put on your red shirt in a haste, just now starting to smile. "I'm helping Harry Potter with his clothes the same way I would help my girlfriend."

"But it is me you dimwit!"

"Right then," Moody started to talk again, just after George helped you with your jacket. "We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. As for you, Harry..."

"Yes?" Every Potter, real and fake, said in unison.

"The real Harry! Where the devil are you, anyway?"

"Here." The real Harry raised his hand and Moody's eyes rotated onto him.

"You'll ride with Hagrid." He said, "As for [Y/FN or Y/MN]'s kid... Where in the bloody hell are you even?"

Hearing those words, you raised a shaky hand. "I'm here sir."

"Good," Mad-Eye took note. "You'll be going with Ren on one of the thestrals."

"R-ren?"

The dark figure you and George so desperately tried to avoid stepped into the room right at that moment. "Yes, Ren. He's one of our best Aurors. Good and loyal - exactly the ones that are the hardest to find."

"O-kay," You said uneasily and turned around to face George. As weird as it sounded, fake Harrys holding comforting hands weren't a weird sight if you imagined hard enough to see George and Y/N.

That's what you did at that moment at least.

Held Harry's hand and tried to imagine George.

"Let's go."

***

"I'll see you at the Burrow, okay?" You told George, voice laced with worry.

"I would kiss you right now if you didn't look like Harry," He said.

You nodded in understanding, "Me too George. Me too."

The two of you went to your respective protectors - George with Remus and you with Ren.

You ignored the man when you came up to him and only gave him a look when he was supposed to help you up on the calm horse like creature.

"Hang on tight," was the last thing he said before the thestral flew the moment Moody finished counting.

You did hold him, only not as closely like on the broom with George.

***

"Confringo!" You yelled, holding out your wand in the direction of the Death Eaters. A bright blast flew out of your wand, hitting one of Voldemort's followers and sending him off his broom to be eaten away by the wind.

They were catching up to you, not bothered by the aggressive sways of the wind. Whether the thestral was acting out in fear or in rage - you wouldn't know.

"We're almost there!"

True to his words, the two of you broke through the protective spells of the headquarters, landing somewhere on the land, away from the Burrow.

You heaped off the thestral immediately. "Do you really plan on walking all the way back?"

You didn't know what to tell Ren as you continued to walk on unsteady legs. Your brain was mushed, fried even due to the number of curses you evaded and had been struck with.

"I-I..." You started, but words weren't coming out. "We're the last ones to arrive. I'm sure of it!"

"What difference does that make?"

"What difference..." You repeated, not believing what he was saying. "They maybe think we're dead! George might-"

George might think I'm dead.

It crushed your whole being. The lingering thought that they might not be okay...

"Come back," Ren interjected, slashing through your mind with his words. "We'll be faster on the thestral."

As much as you didn't want him to be right...he was. And so you turned back around and grabbed his hand, sitting back on the thestral - cold and scared for everyone's lives.

Especially George's.

***

"Oi! Let her go! Let her go!"

Remus Lupin ignored everyone as he pointed the tip of his wand to you, sending your still very Harry looking body hurling to the ground.

In the end it was Fred, George's older twin, who had marched out of the house and pushed Remus away. Fred looked like himself again, making it all ten times scarier. You had tears in your eyes as he pointed his wand at you and never felt so threatened in your life. "What was the place where you first met George and me?!"

His screaming had you struggling for words. "Answer me!"

"Filch's office you bloody dung brain!" You screamed back, feeling your face return back to normal.

Fred's face softened instantly as he came down to help you up. He hugged you the moment you were back standing. "Fred, what's going on?"

"It's George."

***

"Where is he?" You barged into the cramped house, looking around the whole place frantically. You followed Fred into the sitting room, where Molly had tended to her injured son when he was first brought in.

George lied on the couch, his bleeding had stopped thanks to his mother, but under the light you saw a clean hole where George's ear had been.

You dropped to your knees by his side immediately.

You could practically see the struggle he had with opening his eyes which he never had trouble with before, especially not when he was trying to look at you.

"How is he?"

Fred answered glancing at the bandages, "It could have been much worse. We can't make the ear grow back since it was removed by dark magic."

You shook your head, wiping your tears with the sides of your index fingers before brushing George's hair out of the way. "He wouldn't want you to."

"Yeah," Fred agreed. "He's a tough nut."

You voiced your agreement with your laugh, "Yeah, he is."

The two of you admired George in silence for a few moments. The room has been cleared, leaving only the three of you there. "I'm sorry for jumping on you like that."

It wasn't common for Fred to be so serious, and because you didn't even want to think about your arrival, you gave him a small smile, "It's okay Fred. I would have done the same."

"I know."

"What did he say?" You asked quietly, "Before he passed out."

"That he was holy."

"Holy?"

"Yep," Fred said, the teasing tone to his voice returning as he pointed to his ear for demonstration. "Holy. You get it?"

"Thank God! He's alright!"

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║Diluc║Found You 2

A continuation requested by someone on Wattpad.

Be warned: This could absolutely be a sh**y post.

Word count: 2.7k

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All felt like a dream when he had taken you away from your home. It was a slip through the day like wind passing through a blocked off cave of old. So now, you were going back home-- your true home, Mondstadt, and in Dawn Winery.

"Do you need anything? Snacks, clothes, collection items-- anything?" Diluc asks, sitting beside you on the sofa as wood in the fireplace crackle under the fire that lit up part of the room. "I'm okay," you answered, smiling.

Diluc, ever since you've returned, has stayed at a good distance from you so that you would never disappear from him again. He knew that when he took you from Fontaine, it was kind of abrupt and that your father would be out to get you, most likely knowing where you are hiding. So, for the time being, you two were staying at a luxurious inn within Liyue.

It was close to Mondstadt which does sound like a horrible place to stay, being that since it is the neighbouring nation, your father would send people to Liyue. However, that is why you two stayed there. If your father does send people to Mondstadt and did not find you there, he most likely will not assume that you are in Liyue since he would think that it is a foolish idea.

"Let's just stay like this for a while," you said, leaning on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

Your thoughts wandered. If your father does find you, there was no way in Teyvat will you let him drag you back to that gloom of a home, wanting to try and fight for yours and Diluc's happiness. You know that you can't hide forever and that this was simply a mean to by time-- to take a rest until you decide to face your father.

And so, why did you leave home? The word 'gloom' has most likely stood out.

You left home after your father became that of a tyrant in the house, when your mother had fallen out of love with him, and you couldn't stand his new persona-- always shouting and even starting to slap you at the littlest of mistakes that he used to brush off. He would even have someone monitor you and report everything to that man, giving you that feel of lost freedom.

That progressed to worse treatment when he started to see you not as his child but an object. Everytime he saw you, he remembers your mother and that would get him riled up.

When he knew that you ran away, he was furious. You are to bend to his wishes as his child, no? That is what plagues his mind.

Originally, both parents were to have a split custody, but she lost even that half the authority, given how much money your father bribed to keep you as a way to make your mother regret.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Diluc calls your name, gently putting a hand over yours. You dismissed your thoughts and hummed to his call. "What is it, Diluc?" you ask softly, eyes still closed, feeling have tired.

"I am sure you're thinking about your father, so this may sound that I am prying into your life.." At that, you understood as to what he was leading on, and you were kind of expecting it, seeing as you didn't tell him anything. "I don't want to pressure you into telling me so I'll wait until you want to.." he adds, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

"Mn.. Thank you," you said. It was a long journey to Mondstadt and with the many stops to avoid encountering any of your father's servants, it tired you out honestly.

It takes a couple months to travel from Fontaine to Mondstadt, but added a couple weeks hiding in Liyue. You didn't feel as if you were truly hiding though-- you and Diluc stroll around Liyue, completely out in the open, but there were many people so that you two won't stand out.

During that time, Diluc took you out to dinner and bought you anything that you wanted, even tossing in things that he thinks you might like and the stuff that you eyed for a little longer to not be considered as a glimpse.

"Diluc, there really is no need to buy me these," you hastily said, trying to reach the item in his hands which he switch to the other to make it further away from you. "It's fine. The money I earned from Dawn Winery and the tavern won't stop," he said, quickly paying it so it left you no room to dissuade him.

Life was like that for a while until a letter from the head butler of Dawn Winery sent an emergency letter through Diluc's bird, saying that there were two people loitering around Dawn Winery who look like they were from Fontaine, seeing their unique clothing.

The letter wrote that they have been watching the winery and not leaving when forced to.

"I don't think it's time to go back just yet. We'll just tire them out," Diluc said, referring to the Fontainians, as he scans through the letter.

The next day, was that of any other day, but what you didn't expect was to see your father in Liyue.

Seeing as his head was turned to somewhere else- most likely searching for you as he passes by Liyue- you took it as a chance to drag Diluc into one of the stores, hiding behind one of the shelves inside.

"(Y/N)?" He calls, but then looks at where you were staring at and knew what was happening. "You saw your father, didn't you?" he asks and you nod.

You guessed that he couldn't wait for a couple more months to hunt down for you and that is why he is personally finding you, finally standing up from his stupid chair in his office.

"He's most likely going to Dawn Winery.." Diluc states, narrowing his eyes at the people outside.

You were off in your thoughts, dwelling on decisions to be made hastily. Have you been prolonging the search that long now? As much as you didn't want to face that man, you had to someday because there really aren't much places to hide in Teyvat-- aside from the land of sinners, Khaenri'ah.

You look out the window, now seeing your father gone from the spot he once stood. Sighing, you and Diluc walked out of the store, but didn't dare put your guards down as you made your way back to the inn. Just because he wasn't in your sights doesn't mean he has fully left Liyue.

His eyes were that of a hawk and there is no way he wouldn't see you even amongst the wave of people, and he has other eyes just in case he does miss you.

You two only relaxed once back in the safe zone, deciding to not stroll around for a couple of days and only letting Diluc run errands since he most likely wasn't one to be recognized to be with you.

During those days, there have been a brief exchange of letters through Diluc's bird. The letters also included one from the Knights of Favonius' Cavalry Captain, Kaeya, saying that a nobleman from some place off was being a hassle in the city. And with the level of intellect that the knight holds, he deducted that it had something to do with Diluc's absences at the tavern.

Then, one night, when you and Diluc were sitting comfortably on a sofa, you spoke, "Diluc, I think we should go back." You intertwined your hands with his, feeling warm throughout your body.

You gulped back fear of your father and decided to face him. There was no way will you ever let yourself be dragged back to that house of his.

And so, the travel to Mondstadt took no less than a day and was soon facing Dawn Winery-- the only place you called home.

"Master Diluc, welcome back," the head maid, Adelinde, greet. Diluc's eyes darted to the maid and immediately asked for a report about what happened in Mondstadt while he was gone.

"The Knights of Favonius has been trying to please a group of foreigners for the past days," Adelinde answers. "A particular man was searching for a person named (Y/N) and has been causing trouble for the knights."

Diluc's eyes befell on you, getting your attention on him. Then, "Where is this man right now, Miss Adelinde?" you ask straightly, facing the maid.

"Ah, they are still within Mondstadt's walls," she answers.

With that, you look towards Diluc and gave a firm nod to reassure the male of your decision. You knew of Diluc's worries and fears from the past days spent together. He was afraid that you would leave again, but just didn't quite express it.

Seeing your determined look, he nods and the two of you walked to Mondstadt, soon being greeted by the Cavalry Captain. "Master Diluc, why the frown? Here I thought you had a wondrous time being away from your work for so long," Kaeya states, still able to pull a sly smile. "You know.. The knights were having quite the time as well, trying to--"

"Sir Kaeya, could you speed this up and tell me where that nobleman is right now?" Diluc cuts off, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the captain.

"Oh, so you're well-informed even when you are gone," Kaeya says. "I'm sure one of your servants filled you in about that nobleman already, so if you are looking for him, he's at the headquarters talking to the Acting Grandmaster, saying that if we ever found their child, we should send him a letter." With that, Kaeya's eyes narrowed on you, knowing full well of who you were. After all, you, too, were a foreigner to Mondstadt well before-- he just had to connect a simple series of dots.

You, however, remained silent and paid no mind to the male. "Alright, we'll be off," Diluc says, holding your hand and walking off towards the headquarters.

Just as you two set foot on the final set of stairs, you see an all too familiar man stepping out from the headquarters. However, you weren't jolted with fear anymore, gripping onto Diluc's hands tightly.

It didn't take long for your father's eyes to meet yours, a hint of anger on his face. But since you were with another person, he had to calm down as to not have a bad impression. He was still a businessman after all and seeing how well-dressed Diluc was, he knew he was someone of the same level as he was.

"(Y/N), is that you?" he played off, asking with a forced smile on his face that would make one want to punch him.

"Drop the act, I know why you're here," Diluc steps in, eyes cold for a man who wields pyro. Hearing this, your father frowns and cursed you in his head.

"Alright, since you know why I'm here, why don't you hand me my child back?" the man said.

"I'm afraid I won't let you, sir," Diluc said, which just upset the old man further. "I don't think you have the right to say this. I am their father and as their father, I have the right to take them home," your father said.

"They may be your child, but they are at the matured age to decide what they want to do with themselves. I believe that you have no power to control them anymore," Diluc asserted firmly.

"Who do you think you are!?" your father suddenly booms, anger masking his face read. "Don't you know who I am!?"

"No, I do not. But let me ask you this, do you know who I am?" Diluc asks. Your father huffs. "Why do you matter?" he shots a question back.

"I am well aware of your status in Fontaine, but none of that matters to me," Diluc said. "I'm sure you suspected as much, but I hold the most power in Mondstadt just as you hold in Fontaine."

"But you are in Mondstadt and have no backing whatsoever, making you at the bottom," he continues. "Under me, you can't take them away from here."

Your father clench his teeth at the words thrown at him. He was suppose to have control over you, right? Again, this is what's plaguing his mind, but what can he do? It was true that he was nothing but a foreigner. However, he was still planning on getting you back home so with that said, he lunges at you, ordering the people who serves him to catch you.

Diluc put an arm in front of you. He was ready to use his pyro vision, but was still wavering to use it against another human being.

Luckily for him, instead of having your father be burnt to death, ice blocked you two from your father. "Oh~ who knew that you were this man's child," Kaeya steps in, pretending to not know anything even though you were already aware. "And, Master Diluc, you must know you can't harm others with our visions. It will make a bad impression of our nation."

"Kaeya.. What are you doing here?" Diluc grumbles. "Oh, you know, just thought that the Acting Grandmaster might need me soon~" he openly tells a lie, then turning towards your father. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sure your hands are numbing due to being locked in ice, hm?"

"Remove my hands from these!" your father shouts. "Ah, but only when I'm sure you won't harm another person. I'm a knight and as a knight, I have to protect others." Kaeya shrugs, looking quite smug with himself, earning your father to growl.

But still knowing he was furious, Kaeya released him from the ice. "I'm sorry to intrude in your family business, but I might have overheard the conversation," Kaeya said, looking from you to the vieux riche.

"What do you want? I don't think you were ever part of this business," you father spat at Kaeya. However, he remained calm-- clearly unfazed by such small talk. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think you have the right to take our citizens forcefully," Kaeya said.

"Citizens? They're not even from here!" he shouts angrily, showing a clenched fist at the captain. "Oh? They're not? Huh, now, I may be wrong- which I highly doubt- but I am sure they are Master Diluc's lover, yes? So to say, lovers should be in one place," Kaeya said, closing his visible eye and holds a pointing finger as he speaks.

You notice your father about to lunge at Kaeya, but before he could do that, Kaeya's eyelids open and revealed a cold gaze. "Sir, you have been quite the handful lately. I think you best be off to the safety of your nation. We Mondstadtians won't just idle by and watch, you know?" Kaeya said, his gaze making your father seem small.

With one more mean look, your father fled from Mondstadt altogether in fear of being locked in prison in Mondstadt, never to return in search of you.

"I could have handled that, you know?" Diluc states, eyes boring through Kaeya like a knife. "I know, but I wanted to step in, in fear of you burning that man alive~" Kaeya shrugs. "Well then, I'll be off now~" Kaeya turns around and walks away, hand up in the air as a mean of a wave.

Silence soon fell-- a comfortable silence, of course. You felt relieved and your heart felt lighter at the fact that your father was never going to show up in front of you again. You would have picked a fight, but Kaeya stepped in. Nevertheless, you were grateful since you might've been the one to kill your own father.

"Then, shall we be off?" Diluc spoke, hands intertwining with yours. You look away from the direction Kaeya walked off to and smiled at Diluc, nodding. "I want some rest," you said, earning Diluc to smile.

"Sure. Let's go home."

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antebunny · 3 years

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Parent Trap AU 5

It’s a Parent Trap AU, plus on-the-run hacker!wwx and celebrity!lwj. Full series here.

At first, Lan Wangji finds writing songs to be extremely challenging.

He’s all but quit his job, and his son is gone. He’s alone in the house he once shared with his family, while his brother tries to keep quiet about pitying him and supporting him, and his uncle demands to know why he has no interest in searching for his son. He’s the one that files the kidnapping report, in the end. Not that it does much; they’re already searching for Wei Ying, since he escaped from prison.

All Lan Wangji really does, during this time, is cry by his piano, and sing.

The melodies come naturally to him. He’s been writing melodies for years, and these songs are no different. He has a thousand things to say, so some are angry, so fast he thinks he might tear his fingers on the guitar strings, some are soft with only piano accompaniment. All too soon he has dozens of recordings of phrases that can be put together into full-length songs. The only one he doesn’t record is the one he wrote for guqin, years ago.

But the lyrics, the lyrics he struggles with for ages. Not Lan Wangji finds himself at a loss for what to say. He doesn’t speak much, it’s true, but when he does he always finds precisely what he wants to say. Rather, Lan Wangji finds he has too much to say.

One Friday afternoon, he sits down on his couch and plays the same ten-minute ballad on his guitar, trying again and again to find a way to shorten it without feeling like he’s ripping a part of his already shattered heart out of his chest. While suppressing the urge to write more verses. He knows he can’t leave them all in; it’s too repetitive. He wants these songs to be good, though he doesn’t really plan on marketing them. A large part of him thinks it’ll always be like this. Just him and his instruments, alone in the living room, mourning over a love long lost, making himself cry over his own lyrics.

Still, Lan Wangji is a perfectionist at heart. He has to do something about the ten-minute ballad. It’s longer than two songs put together.

What if I made them two separate songs?

The thought comes to Lan Wangji suddenly, and he sets down his guitar to pick up the notebook containing the lyrics. This could work. He becomes convinced of this the longer he looks at the lyrics. He’ll never run out of things to say about Wei Ying, but if he separated each of those things into one song–that could work.

He chooses a different melody, edits the lyrics to fit it, picks out a theme, an aspect of Wei Ying to sing about, and suddenly he has a whole discography, and not a single published song.

Lan Wangji goes to his brother.

“Are you sure about this?” Lan Xichen asks, his brows pulled together in a small, worried dip.

“Mn.”

They stare at each other without speaking, because Lan Xichen knows that every concern he might think of, Lan Wangji has already over thought.

“Even if he hears them?”

Lan Wangji will never be famous enough that Wei Ying, wherever in the world he might be, will hear his songs. But if he does, then all the better. “Mn.”

Lan Xichen sighs. “I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore.”

Lan Wangji doesn’t think that’s possible. “Hm.”

Lan Xichen sighs again. “Okay,” he says. “If that’s what you want. I’m sure A-Yao knows someone. I’ll ask.”

It’s a while before he finds someone who’ll actually produce his music, but he’s happy with the person he ends up with. Luo Qingyang emails him back almost immediately after she listens to his demo.

I need you down here yesterday, she says. This is getting produced right now.

His first song, When We Were Young, is released as a single less than a year after the scandal that took Wei Ying from his life, under the stage name “Hanguang-jun.” He’s not sure it fits, but he wants to.

And suddenly, it looks like Lan Wangji might actually be that famous.

Of course, it’s still years in the future, so Lan Wangji carries on like he’s not. His second single, At First Glance, does even better than When We Were Young, and his manager starts bothering him about a music video. Apparently it’s expected of him, but Lan Wangji rejects all of the ideas that the directors Luo Qingyang finds for him come up with. They end up renting a house for a week and filming there, then going to a studio with lights and a piano. Lan Wangji dresses up for that and plays his heart out, and that’s it, that’s the music video.

His third single, Under Moonlight, is somehow more popular than his previous two combined. He has fans now, or maybe it’s just that he’s only now realizing it. He’s not quite sure what to do with that. The video this time takes place on the very bridge the song talks about. He doesn’t do much, since he rejected the idea of hiring actors to play the “counterpart,” so he’s confused as to why it continues gaining views on YouTube. Apparently he looks young. He’s not sure if this is insulting or not, but the internet would probably be shocked to learn he has a five-year-old son.

Lan Sizhui is too young to listen to music by himself, so Lan Wangji hopes that somewhere, there’s a radio playing one of the new hit songs by Hanguang-jun, and a father-son duo walking past.

Luo Qingyang bullies him into exactly one interview before his first album is released. On it, he accidentally confirms that all the songs on the album are about one person, and panics after that, not wishing to reveal anything about Wei Ying or even Lan Wangji’s own name on camera.

Apparently the mystery helps? Lan Wangji understands fame less and less the closer he comes to it. He thought if he just wrote good songs, enough people would listen to him that Wei Ying would hear it. Wei Ying is spotted in Thailand, and Lan Wangji ends up naming his first album Oceans Apart.

It sells, and it sells, and still, Wei Ying and their son are nowhere to be found.

Wei Wuxian is lying on a roof the night of his wedding anniversary.

Purple, white, and red fireworks explode in the black sky above him. There’s some celebration going on in the city, and Wei Wuxian takes advantage of it to pretend it’s in celebration of his anniversary.

Not that there’s much to celebrate. He doesn’t think it’s typical to celebrate the anniversary of a marriage which no longer exists, but their marriage didn’t end in the typical way either.

And he still loves Lan Zhan. Loves him so much that the sight of rabbits brings him to tears. So much that he feels like a traitor whenever someone so much as smiles in his direction, so much that he can’t imagine himself flirting with someone. So much that he cries on the roof when the fireworks light up the sky.

“Papa?”

Wei Wuxian looks to the right, and there’s Wei Sizhui, who is sometimes the only thing keeping Wei Wuxian going on his darkest nights. He’s nestled up with Wei Wuxian’s arm around him, small face peering earnestly at him from the dark. “What?”

“Why are you crying?”

Wei Wuxian raises one hand instinctively to rub the tears away. He’d forgotten about that. He’s thrown himself fully into caring for his son, making sure that he has clothes and good food to eat, which is hard when they never stay in a place for long and Wei Wuxian is paranoid of anyone who stares at them too long. Sometimes he wonders if he’s really doing any good, keeping Wei Sizhui away from his other father and uncles and aunts, from a happy childhood with friends and a school. And every time, he blinks back to the moment he woke up in the prison having narrowly avoided being murdered, and knows that Wei Sizhui is still safer with him than he’d be if he was still there, within the Jins reach.

“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian says. “It’s nothing.”

Wei Sizhui frowns. “But Papa is sad,” he declares.

Wei Wuxian presses the back of his hand over his eyes. Fireworks crack so loudly it muffles his shaky inhale. Tears stream down his cheeks and around his ears. Red lights flash across his eyelids.

White lights flash through the stage, focusing on the solitary grand piano, and Lan Wangji, in his white suit, seated on the piano bench. A hush falls across the massive crowd. He adjusts his microphone slightly, and places his fingers gently atop the keys. The cameras zoom in on him.

And Lan Wangji sings.

“I’m just remembering,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Someone I used to know.”

“Is it Dad?” Wei Sizhui asks timidly.

Wei Wuxian inhales shakily again, then wraps his arm back around his son. “Yeah,” he admits. “It’s your other father.”

He hasn’t looked back since he ran away. Countless times, he’s thought about Googling the Jiangs in an internet cafe, just to check on how they’re doing. They have social media profiles, so he could. He could. But even the slightest hint of connection could ruin what Wei Wuxian has managed to salvage. The Jiangs would fight for him. Would drag their names in the mud for him, and he can’t let them do that to themselves, so he cuts all ties and doesn’t look back.

Wei Wuxian hasn’t dared to search Lan Wangji since he ran away.

“Hello,” Lan Wangji sings, and the crowd cheers.“It’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet, to go over everything. They say that time’s supposed to heal you, but I ain’t done much healing.”

Before he knows it, there’s tears streaming down his face. They drip onto his nice white suit, but the music doesn’t pause.

Hello from the other side

“Will we ever see him again?” Wei Sizhui asks plaintively.

I must have called a thousand times

Wei Wuxian tries to shake his head, his shoulders pressed against the dusty brick roof. “I don’t know, baby,” he says.

To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done

“But why not?” Wei Sizhui pushes. It’s far from the first time he’s asked, but each day it gets harder and harder to answer.

Hello from the outside

“Because he’s very, very far away,” Wei Wuxian replies this time, and tries not to think of Lan Zhan as he last saw him, sleeping peacefully in their bed the night Wei Wuxian broke in and took Wei Sizhui with him. “Oceans away.”

At least I can say that I tried

Eventually, the fireworks stop, and Wei Sizhui falls asleep, head resting in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s arm. Wei Wuxian raises one hand to the midnight sky, pretends he can reach through the vast expanse to wherever his family is. “Happy anniversary, Lan Zhan,” he whispers. “I miss you.”

To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart

Eventually, the song ends, and the cheers deafen the stadium. The lights go out long after Lan Wangji has gotten up from his seat and stepped away from the microphone. The tears on his face are invisible until the cameras focus in on him walking.

“Happy anniversary, Wei Ying,” he whispers, before he picks up the microphone to thank the crowd. “I love you.”

#antebunny's ficlets #parent trap au #i will not pretend to write a song that's Famous™#i'll just steal Adele's which has 2.8B views on youtube #:)#mdzs #the untamed

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