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candylix · 8 days

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a functioning member of society | han jisung

Pairing • Jisung x GN!Reader

A/N • This takes place during the events of another series called one little lie. This can be read as a stand-alone fic, but some parts will make more sense with the context of one little lie. (The reader is not the same person as in oll!)

Summary • Jisung is sick at home... or at least, that's what he tells his boss. Really, he just wants to sleep in and hang out with his cute neighbor across the hall. However, less time working means more time fighting the thoughts in his brain.

Genre • smut (with feelings!)

WC • 3k

Content • no pronouns used but the reader does have a vagina, making out, fingering, oral (reader receiving), jisung has issues

Jisung shot up from his bed. He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table; it was 12:54.

He was late.

He had everything planned for today. He woke up early and called in sick to work, just so he could stay home. He was going to sleep in until 11, eat breakfast, make himself look good, and then pay his neighbor a visit across the hall. You invited him over to 'hang out' at noon, and he didn't want to miss it. Unfortunately, he forgot to set his alarm, and he hoped you wouldn't think he's the worst fling ever.

He scrambled to change out of his pajamas.

He might kill himself if he ruined this, like he'd done so many times with so many people in the past. There's only so much a dumb joke and a cute smile can resolve.

You moved in a few months ago, and ever since then, he'd been looking for excuses to see you more. You were gorgeous, fun, smart, and to be honest, way out of his league. He didn't know how he did it, but his boyish charm captivated you enough to have a one night stand. Which turned into a two night stand, and then you just started having casual sex every once in a while.

Maybe one day he'd want something more, and he could certainly see himself falling for you in the future. You were, quite honestly, a perfect match for him. You actually liked his personality instead of just tolerating it, and you were respectful of his boundaries when he avoided more personal questions. The sex was good, but your friendship was better, and for now, this was enough. Whether or not his feelings would grow, he liked to live in the moment- and in this particular moment, he was very late.

He knocked on your door, and when you didn't answer fast enough, he knocked again. Were you ignoring him? Did you get tired of waiting and leave?

He finally heard the door unlocking, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood leaning one hand against the door frame, trying his best to look cool, calm, and collected. Unbeknownst to him, his messy hair stood up on end and his shirt was half-buttoned and half-collared, and when you finally opened the door, he gave the impression that he just woke up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you said, and your fingers combed through his hair, smoothing it down to look more presentable.

"I wasn't sleeping... I was just sick." He faked a cough, a purposefully unconvincing performance.

"Ew, go home then," you laughed. You lightly shoved him, and he dramatically staggered back.

"How dare you! Do you know how hard it was for me to get here?" he asked, knowing full well his door was three feet behind him. "I had to climb uphill, both ways, in the snow, barefoot, just to see you."

You looked down. He was wearing pink fuzzy slippers.

"Just get in here," you said, and opened the door wider to let him in.

You barely had time to close the door before he pulled your face towards his own. His lips met yours, and he pressed himself into your body. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, and you felt the ghost of his fingertips all over your back, until they finally found purchase in your hair. His tongue slipped over your soft lips, asking for entrance, and you gladly parted them for him.

Your back met the door as he pinned you against it. You cupped his cheeks, melting deeper into the kiss, and soft moans passed between his lips. He rolled his hips into yours, hungry for as much contact as possible.

Suddenly, you heard something. It sounded like... creepy carnival music.

He pulled away from the kiss.

"Sorry, that's my phone. My friend is calling me," he said, no attempt to turn it off or indication of how ridiculous this situation was. Knowing him, this was probably in his top 10 most normal things to happen while making out.

"What... why is that that ringtone?"

"One day he pissed me off and I changed his ringtone, and then I just never put it back," he explained. "He hates it, but I kind of find it endearing now, like my nightmare clown friend is calling."

The music continued to play, creepy music box melody haunting the room while sinister laughter faded in and out. You couldn't believe this is the man you invited over.

"Aren't you gonna pick up?"

He took his phone out of his pocket, and threw it across the room, landing on your couch and bouncing across the cushions.

"But it's so far..." he said, weakly raising his arm out towards the couch, as if the phone was barely out of reach.

He cupped your face, and went in for another kiss, but you struggled to kiss back. The music completely killed the vibe. You tried to get back into the mood, your hand finding its way into his hair, but his phone was too distracting.

It's only when his hand reached between your thighs that you're finally able to forget about it. You don't know when it stopped, because your mind was consumed with his tongue in your mouth and his hand on your cunt. It clouded over with thoughts of Jisung and his body, and it wasn't until he picked you up and carried you half way to your room that you came back to reality.

His mouth was still pressed against yours when he laid you down on your bed. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, not wanting him to go. You were too addicted to the taste of his tongue, and when he broke away for air, you chased his lips back onto your own. You could tell he felt it too, with the way the hard bulge in his pants pressed against you when he leaned further in.

He was finally able to part from you, and he peppered kisses over your nose, cheeks, chin, where ever he could reach. He lowered himself down your body, kissing you over your clothing, until his head reached your crotch. He wasted no time pulling down your pants. He licked your core over the wet spot in your underwear, savoring the taste of your arousal for him.

Maybe you would've been like this for just anybody, wet and excited for a touch, but he wanted to think this was especially for him. He didn't care if you fucked other people- that would be hypocritical, considering he'd fuck anyone that asked- but he did look forward to seeing you the most, and he hoped you at least felt that way too.

He nestled deeper into your clothed cunt, nose pressed into you, just to stall until you couldn't take it anymore. You whimpered his name, asking for him to do anything, to please touch you, and the sound of you begging for him was like a sweet melody that he never wanted to stop listening to. You liked him, you wanted him, you needed him.

"You're that desperate for me, huh?"

He finally gave in, and pulled your underwear down your legs, stuffing it into his pocket.

If there was one thing Jisung liked, it was the way you reacted when he licked up your folds, lapping up your juices and seeing you squirm. Both his heart and his dick throbbed seeing you get this worked up because of him.

Words could be deceitful. He was painfully aware of this. His thoughts haunted him when he was alone.

But when your fingers combed through his hair, pushing his face closer to your core, those thoughts vanished. He knew, at least right now, you wanted him here. Words could deceive, but actions under the influence of pure pleasure didn't lie.

He inserted one finger, slowly pumping in and out while his tongue flicked over your clit. He licked and sucked, tongue poking down into your hole, savoring the way his name spilled out of your lips. You rocked into his face, needing every inch of him on your pussy, and he happily obliged. He licked a long stripe up your cunt, making you gasp, and he pulled out his finger to tease your entrance. You were soaking wet, and by the way you clenched around the empty space where he once was, he could tell you were desperate for more.

He pushed his finger back into you, a second finger joining this time. His thrusts were faster, and he loved the way you moaned in pleasure when he curled his fingers. Your bucking became more frantic, and he met your desire by sucking on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building up as his fingers rubbed into you harder. He forced them into you, completely filling you up until he reached his knuckles, before pulling them out and pushing them back in again. You twitched wildly in pleasure, and he had to hold you down with his free arm just to keep licking your folds and circling your clit.

You were trapped under him, unable to grind into his face at the extreme pleasure you were feeling, and he gave you no respite either. He inserted a third finger into you, stretching your walls while he kept pumping into you, and when he pressed a sensitive bundle of nerves, you could feel your climax coming quicker. You barely had time to think before it came gushing out of you, a loud moan of Jisung's name being the only warning he got before his fingers were drenched in your cum.

He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, lapping up your juices from inside and out. Not a single drop went to waste.

All he wanted was to pleasure you. Maybe if he made you feel good every time he came over, you'd keep calling him. Maybe you wouldn't get tired of him, like so many others did when they stopped finding his jokes charming for seemingly no reason at all. At least with you, he knew how you liked to be touched.

He didn't want to feel like his friendship was transactional, but how could he not. Everyone found him annoying eventually. It was inevitable.

He didn't want this to end. He was scared. When you caught your breath, would you expect him to go?

"Jisung," you called, snapping him out of a spiral you didn't know he was having. You patted the bed next to you, and he hesitantly climbed in.

Why was it that the more time he spent with you, the worse his thoughts became? It was like his brain couldn't accept a reality where you enjoyed his company, even though you were the one that invited him over in the first place. It made up excuses to explain how this could be happening; you probably just liked sex and he was the only one available, or you just felt sorry for him and somehow this was all you could think of.

You cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes to bring him back to earth. He pushed those thoughts aside as best as he could, and snuggled into your arms.

"Are you alright?" you asked. "You looked a bit distracted right now."

"Oh, uh, just thinking about how sexy you are.

He wanted you to smile, forget about your concern, but a look he can't quite place flashed across your face. It went away just as quickly, but he can't help but read into it.

Was that pity? Disappointment? Worry?

Was there a difference?

He wished he could open up to you, especially after something as vulnerable as sex, but he didn't know how to break down that barrier that kept his anxieties to himself.

"How was I?" he asked softly, and as if he was afraid of being genuine, he added "Was that the best sex you've ever had or what?"

"You were amazing," you said, and a bit of tension eased up in Jisung's body.

"Avoiding the second question, I see."

"Maybe if you used this," you said, and your fingers move to trace the bulge in his pants.

A sudden rush of nerves washed over his body, and he realized just how hard he was. He was so distracted by his own turmoil that he didn't even notice the way his cock throbbed in his boxers.

"I will if you promise to invite me over again," he said, winking at you.

"Of course I will, you don't even have ask," you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn't obvious to him.

His heart beat in his chest. Maybe, just this once, he'd believe it.

His body reacts on its own, leaning in to kiss you. It was soft and sweet, an unspoken 'thank you' that he wasn't prepared for.

It's over just as quickly as it began, breaking away to snuggle into your chest.

And then his stomach growled. He didn't eat breakfast because he slept in, and he didn't eat lunch because he was late. He hoped you didn't hear it, but he knew you had to have. Maybe you had some granola bars he could snack on. He could check in the fridge, maybe you could eat together in the living room, make a fun moment out of it...

The living room. Where his phone was. Because he threw it there when he got a call.

He should probably see what Minho needed... but he was so warm and cozy. He didn't want to leave the bed, and he definitely didn't want to leave you. But he really should.

"Hey, remember when my clown friend called?"

You winced, remembering the creepy music that almost completely ruined the mood.

"No, I don't remember. I'm choosing not to."

"You don't remember this?" he asked, before singing the ringtone, followed by menacing laughter, cut off when you covered his mouth to get him to stop.

His creepy laughter turned into giggles as he tried to pry your hands off his face.

He finally did, holding both your wrists in his hands.

"Should I go call him back? The circus might be in trouble..." he said, and then sunk his head deeper into the mattress, "but it's so nice here..."

"You probably should," you replied, and Jisung groaned.

"Ugh, fine."

He pushed himself up, leaving the comfort of your bed and the warmth of your body. He walked out of your room, turning his head repeatedly to give you his sad puppy dog eyes. You shooed him away, and he finally left for the living room. His phone was still on the couch, face down and waiting for him to rescue it.

One new voicemail. Press 1 to play.

"Jisung, call me back ASAP. It's an emergency."

"Oh, shit."

He called Minho back, and he immediately picked up.

"Oh thank god," Minho sighed.

"What happened!?"

"Ok... don't laugh."

Of course, as soon as he heard what Minho had done, Jisung erupted into a full body laugh.

He hadn't noticed you enter the living room, but you couldn't help but be curious after what you heard.

"Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can," Jisung said, and he heard Minho sigh in relief. "But I wouldn't worry about her. Trust me, I've known her waaaaay longer than you. She'll be fine."

The conversation didn't last much longer, Jisung promising to be there 'as soon as he finished some important documents', and hanging up.

"Are you leaving?" you ask. "I was going to get you some food."

The way you looked at him, sad to see him possibly go... maybe he should've felt his heart break seeing you like that, but instead his heart swelled. You didn't want him to leave, you didn't just want him for sex and nothing else.

"Well... if you're offering food..." he said, and your face lit up. You body language was expressive, and he noticed it every time.

He knew words could be deceiving, but your actions always told the truth. He would always have thoughts about how people perceive him, if they really liked him or not, if they would leave if he became 'too much'... but with you, he wanted to trust you. He chose to trust you, even if his brain screamed the opposite.

"Nah, I'd stay regardless," he said, "he thinks I'm at work anyway, so I can spend more time here, if you want."

"That's why I invited you over, isn't it?"

If only he could express the warm tingly sensation that ran through his body when he heard those words. He felt butterflies in his stomach, something he hadn't experienced since high school.

He was going to ignore what that could possibly mean for him.

Time passed, you enjoyed your time together, but he thought it was finally time to go rescue his friends. You walked him to the door, and hugged him goodbye.

You pulled away, and that's when you see it.

"Is that my underwear in your pocket?"

"Huh?" he looked to his pocket, and sure enough, white fabric was spilling out. "Oh... whoops! How did that get there? Must've crawled in when I wasn't looking." He pulled it out and shoved it into your hand.

"You know what? Keep it. You obviously want it more than me," you said, stuffing it right back into his pocket.

He was definitely going to use that later.

"If you say so," he said. He turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm to say one more thing.

"Just... when you're done, please wash it and give it back."

He gasped, and his hand clasped his chest in mock offense.

"I would never do something so uncouth-"

"Jisung. Wash it. It was expensive and I want it back."

"Ok, ok, I will," he said, and smirked. "You want me back here that bad, huh?"

You roll your eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute."

He finally left your apartment, and when the door closed behind him, he felt twice as light as when he came in.

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allfearstofallto · 3 months

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Where I think their darling is from + How they met them - headcanon drabbles

Yandere! Scaramouche, Diluc, Ayato (separate) x reader.

AN: I couldn't think of one for Childe, but spoilers, I think his darling is from Liyue. I'm also writing a full fic based on Ayato's section, just putting on the finishing touches!

Scaramouche -

A Drunk from Mondstadt

The city of freedom. A cute name. A lying name. He knew better than to think there was such a thing as actual freedom, but if it helped the drunken residents sleep at night to believe that, then so be it.

Missions to Mondstadt were short work for him. Partially because he was one of the few Fatui who didn't want to stop and take a drink or enjoy the scenery and “freeing wind” as they called it. He’d rather get things over with and just go home.

“Free samples! Free samples!” That was another thing he hated about Mondstadt. It was constantly noisy. Whether it be advertisements or the people themselves, the city was never quiet.

“Would you care for a sample?” He wanted to ignore you and just walk past, but of course you had to call him out personally. He scoffed and shot you a glare, something that would make most people tremble, but you didn't even flinch. Were you dumb? Or just plain ignorant, either way he didn't see your future as being very bright.

“Wow, you're very angry. Maybe you need two samples,” you reached over to the table next to you and handed him two cups. A sickly sweet smell hit his nostrils and he resisted the urge to gag, “It's a new mead recipe, including this season's fresh fruit. A very popular flavor, I designed the recipe myself.”

He raised an eyebrow at what you said? The hopeful look in your eye made him actually want to drink this sugar concoction. Pure anticipation on your face, a look that was normally annoying to him, but he found your hopefulness rather charming. Cute even.

Scaramouche eyed the cup for a second longer. Then brought it up to his lips. Disgusting. It was absolutely disgusting. That syrupy sweetness coating his tongue damn near induced vomiting, but he held back any emotions. The only pleasant part of the entire drink was the bitter liquor aftertaste.

“So?” You asked. There was a sparkle in your eyes like a gem, he felt himself falter, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. He wanted to be soft to you.

“It's good,” he muttered, a bold face lie of he'd ever told one before, but you seemed to believe it.

“Thank you, sir!” You exclaimed and he could help, but to partially match your smile.

As you continued to talk and recommend wines and beers to try, he barely listened, but he couldn't walk away. The eccentric way you spoke and moved had a hold on him. He wanted that at home with him. Maybe Mondstadt wouldn't be so bad to visit again after all.

Diluc -

A Scholar from Sumeru

Diluc’s mornings consisted of walking around the vineyard, checking on the grapes, and pulling away any that weren't purely perfect. It was a job that started long before the sun even rose and only ended right before the winery opened.

The day looked average. Nothing too out of place. Nothing except for you. With the way you were crouched so still, he almost didn't notice you, your unmoving form practically making you blend in with a bush of grapes. But there you were. Dressed from head to toe in the green Akademiya garbs, he hadn't seen a scholar outside of Sumeru in some time.

“You're quite a long way from home,” he finally spoke to you, crossing his arms to make himself look more intimidating, “And you're trespassing. The winery doesn't open for another four hours,”

You finally turned your head to look up at him with a look of confusion on your face, “But I'm not here for wine?” You said, tilting your head to the side. Finally you stood, picking something up that was next to you. A small notebook, an obvious accessory for a scholar, “I'm here for the grapes.”

One of Diluc’s red eyebrows raised in confusion, “We don't just sell the grapes,”

“I know that!” You laughed like he said something truly funny, even lightly hitting him on the shoulder. Your strike felt no heavier than a feather's touch against his built shoulder, “I'm studying them. Wine from Mondstadt is known to have the best taste, and I'm researching that.”

“By trespassing?”

“By studying your grapes. Good wine starts with its grapes,” you affirmed. You opened your notebook in front of him to show him doodles and notes that you’d written, all actually pertaining to grapes. So you actually weren't lying.

A small smile formed on his lips. It was like it was forced out of him. You were truly passionate about what you were doing, even if it was something as mundane as the grapes that went into wine.

“How about you study the grapes when the sun is up? I have a spare room in the manor that you could use,” Diluc wasn't one to shy away from kindness, but normally staying a night in the manor costs more than a few fun drawings and a charismatic character, but he felt himself falling into an ease around you.

“Could I? Really? Thank you,” You followed him as he led you up the steps to the manor. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he still let one of his hands fall and hold your waist as you walked up the stairs.

He was attracted to you, yes, his red eyes couldn't seem to leave your face as you talked on and on, but the hand wasn't placed there because of that. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wouldn't stumble, like he didn't trust you not to trip and fall over your own feet.

If you noticed the hand, you didn't say anything and as the two of you walked into the manor together, the idea tickled his mind of never allowing you to leave.

Ayato -

a sneak thief from Inazuma

What you were doing was bases to have you killed. He wondered if you knew that. If you did then you were even more bold for doing it.

The maids in the Kamisato estate all had the same face to him. Obviously, they looked different, but remembering their faces and names wasn't too important to him. All that mattered was that they worked.

And worked you did, diligently at that, until all eyes were off of you. The first time he saw you do it, he thought he'd misunderstood. Obviously, you didn't notice that he was there, so when you took a silver teaspoon off of the tray, and dropped it into the sleeve of your obi, his eyes went wide.

He thought that it was a one time occurrence, that maybe he caught you when you were truly desperate. But then you did it again. And again. And again. You were outright stealing from the Kamisato estate, whilst being one of his loyal employees. And yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be angry about it.

Your brazen display of disrespect towards the Kamisato name was honestly a little refreshing. Yes, you still bowed when he approached you and referred to him by proper honorifics, but to know that right under his nose, you were still taking from him, that thought was rather thrilling.

While you thought you were being stealthy, and in truth you were. Your sleight of hands was one to be reckoned with. You were good, but not good enough for him to not notice. What you were doing was something you could be killed for. Treason. Blasphemy even. And he fawned over how he could use that against you.

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christall77 · 1 year

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~❦Caught Feelings❦~

Merman x F!Reader

This is actually my first time writing about falling in love and stuff, so I hope I did good!

The art used doesn't belong to me, but to it's rightful owner @weyowang!

TW: ENTANGLEMENT OF MARINE LIFE, other than that it's pure fluff!

Another fish is wrapped up by a loose fishing line, it was the fifth one today Tullius has come across on his way close to the shore. The lone merman wastes no time and swims over to help the poor puffer fish in need. His long, strong, pale tail pushing him through the water with no effort.

Reaching for the puffed up creature he carefully untangles the thin line from its spikes and removes the hook puncturing it's pectoral fin. Luckily the brown and white spotted fish isn't badly hurt and manages to swim off just fine, deflating in the process. That has become an almost daily routine for the male. Everyday Tullius would swim to the beach located not far away from his shipwreck he calls home and collect various trinkets he found. Helping other sea life on the way if he sees them in trouble.

Tullius himself hasn't been safe from the trash and other gadgets humans have lost, or thrown out to sea. Having the scars and even part of a worn out net wrapped around his tail to prove it. The material dirty and grown with algea and tiny barnacles. It's also one of his reminders why he was shunned and eventually exiled from his previous home. Trying to get it off with the help from others when he couldn't do it alone, only for them to end up chasing him away.

Anything and everything human related is frowned upon in his folk. As more people came to visit the beaches, mermaids and mermen were forbidden to come anywhere close to the surface, by order of their king.

But despite knowing how bad it is for his home which he calls the ocean, he can't help but still be curious and fascinated by humans and their strange knick knacks. There's a whole wooden shelf in the downed ship full of things he's collected. One new strange, or in his eyes, beautiful object found throughout his trips is added daily. The merman doesn't even know where to stock the rest of them he'll find in the future!

Tullius has come to like it out here by himself. It's not like he was well liked before either. Tullius was seen as an outsider already by not having a vibrant color of a tale, or beautiful fins like the others.

Of course he has kept safe distances from the shore to make sure he wouldn't be spotted, but lately he can't stop himself from peeking out of the water every so often. Swimming closer day by day, just to get another glimpse of something. Or more like, someone.

Tullius has seen humans before, but when he first saw you he couldn't take his midnight blue eyes away from your figure walking along the beach. Cradling and comforting a seagull you've rescued from drowning. From this day on he couldn't stop himself from visiting, just to hope to get another glimpse of you from behind a few rocks. His organ in his chest beating faster and a warm giddy feeling spreading throughout Tullius' body. At first he confused the feeling with sickness, or the tiny fish he had for breakfast, swimming around in his belly. But then he remembered, food that's been chewed and eaten can't swim anymore.

The male came to realize, this strange feeling returns whenever he's watching you from the distance, but it's not uncomfortable. No. He likes it. A lot. And it grew as time passed, the longer he watched the more enamored he became.

Tullius desperately wants to get closer to you but, what would you think of him? Would you like him back? Or would you look at him with disgust like his own kind? He sure hopes it's not the latter.

Another dreamy sigh leaves his lips as Tullius rests his head in both of his palms, half of his body leaning on top of the rocky surface on his usual watch spot. White tail lazily swinging back and forth in the blue ocean waters. Admiring your (body type) figure doing small dances while you keep singing to your favorite song that's playing through your earphones. Hardly anyone comes to this part of the beach since it's so secluded and luckily for the merman, you've decided to live in a small hut close by! It just happened recently but he couldn't have been more excited, especially since he gets to see you everyday now.

With a soft smile Tullius listens to your lovely voice, his wine colored ear fins twitching occasionally. No matter how good or terrible your singing is to you, he thinks it's the most beautiful sound in the world. The white haired male would love to sing with you, if he could.

Tullius snaps out from his thoughts when he heard a loud "oof" and thud in the sand. It seems you've stumbled over yourself and landed almost face first into the warm sand, for a second he was worried you might've hurt yourself only to make a quiet noise of relief when you get up unharmed. Immediately ducking behind the rock for cover when you take a look around to make sure no one has seen that clumsy act.

His heart beats against his ripcage hoping you didn't notice him watching, taking a quick peek over again Tullius lets out a small sad grumble when you make your way back into your hut and out of his sight. Yes, he does want to get to know you, but he always just gets too nervous for his own good.

But he told himself to finally approach you, the merman just has no idea how. So he ends up swimming around in circles in deep thought. The sound of panicked splashing suddenly makes him look over to the beach where a poor sea turtle is trying to get into the water. Half of its shell wrapped up tightly in a net which is holding the animal just barely away from the incoming waves. Tullius swims over quickly, looking left and right for any sign of another human around.

The male crawls onto shore and drags himself over, his arms lifting his upper body up from the heated sand, the small ocean waves now just barely reaching his white finned tail. Tullius, like others of his kind can breathe in air just fine, but he still has to hurry before his gills and other fishy half dries out in the hot sun. The animal notices the merman closing in and continues to struggle, sand flying in the air and some landing in his messy locks in the process from its flippers.

As Tullius tries to comfort the turtle his scaled hands grasp onto the net and he tries to pull it away, with no luck. It looks to be wrapped around to tightly, almost suffocatingly for one to just pull it off. And slowly but surely he feels himself get dryer. The tides also seem to go against him as well when he notices the water drawing back and further away from them. His eyes start loosing focus and Tullius can feel himself growing weaker and dizzy, until he collapses onto the sand beside the other sea creature.

In his barely awake state, he notices something approaching in the distance, but he's to weak to react or make a noise that would alert the stranger. They come to a short halt and seem to call out to him, whatever it is they're saying rings through his head in a blur. His lack of response makes them hurry over until they finally reached him. Tullius barely feels his hands being lifted and freed from the net, before being held up and brought to who knows where.

Until he feels himself being submerged into the familiar salty water, he splashes for a short moment before calming down and letting himself float to the surface with relief. Dry skin regaining its needed moisture.

Then his deep blue eyes meet your wide surprised (e/c) ones and he yelps, submerging himself in the shallow water to hide.

“Wait!”, That sweet voice of yours calls out to him and he slowly rises his head to the surface until just the top of his head and eyes are poking out from the water. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible. Throwing the small knife away which you've used to cut through the seams of the net to free both the sea turtle and merman. With a quick glance down Tullius also discovers the lack of a familiar old net wrapped tightly around him now gone.

Keeping a safe distance and speaking in a calm voice as you show you're empty handed now. “It's OK... I'm not going to harm you. See? I also freed your friend if you're wondering.”

Tullius meanwhile almost can't believe his own eyes, the human girl he's been fawning over for who knows how long has saved him. And she's not afraid of him! He keeps staring at you with big sparkling eyes, ear fins twitching happily. “Can you talk?”, the merman tilts his head once he snaps out of his small daze and shakes his head lightly, small waves rippling around his head. While the male has learned and understands human language, he can't answer. Only communicating with clicks and other noises merfolk would use.

“Ah that would've been cool. I can't believe I'm actually meeting a real mermaid! Uhh merman..?” you let out a small chuckle at the end and look at him with big amazed eyes, not believing that a supposed mythical creature is right in front of you. “My name is (y/n) it's very nice to meet you!”

Tullius let's out a few clicks in return, introducing himself despite knowing you won't understand him either way.

The two of you spend a little more time together, the merman still mostly submerged while you've sat down onto the sand with your feet dipped into the shallow waves. Having what feels like more of a one sided conversation since he can't really talk back. But nonetheless, you still understood the small gestures he would make.

Only when the sun slowly starts to set did both of you notice how late it actually is. Standing up you give the merman a small wave, “It was really nice meeting you, Mr. Merman. I hope we can see each other again some time.”

Tullius perks up at the suggestion that you want to meet him again. Tilting his head slightly to the side he makes a small squeaky sound, wanting to know when that time will be and where you're going. Of course you didn't understand him and assumed he was saying his own goodbye, you give him a sweet smile before returning back to your hut.

The male watching your form getting smaller with his ear fins cast down and a pout forming on his lips. How he wished he could follow after you just to spend more time with you. Oh wait. He can.

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It's around ten at night when all of a sudden you hear something entering your small wooden hut. As if something heavy got knocked over. You left your window open to let the small ocean breeze in, and you never expected someone to actually break in. After all, you're basically alone on this part of the island. You made sure when you rented this hut for your summer holiday. Wanting nothing more but to relax and enjoy the beach without having other people there.

But when you sneaked out of your small kitchen with a frying pan in both hands, just in case, you find that merman you've met earlier today, laying face first on the wooden floor. Lowering your weapon you let out a surprised gasp “You? What are you doing here?”, at the sound of your voice he quickly looks up from the floor with big eyes, a happy purr rumbling through his chest as he sits up to the best of his ability. Seemingly proud that he has found you and entered on his own. Because it was definitely not that easy.

Now that he's out of the water you can finally admire the merman more closely. He seems to be your age, soft looking fair skin with small various shaped scars littering over his entire lean and slender body. Clawed hands littered with wine red fish scales spreading from the back of his hands leading up to his forearms and fading in color until they reach up his elbows, where on each a triangular fin with the same color is situated. Three slits on each side of his neck now visible which you guess are his gills are closed shut to instead breath in the air instead of filtering the oxygen through water.

One long dorsal fin, also colored wine red, travels from the back of his neck down and along his spine to the middle of his white tail where another triangular shaped one connects wandering down right to the end. Two extra pairs on the sides of his hips and the other one further down his tail. They all look like they've either got cut or teared on the edges and you wonder if it's as painful as it looks.

Your (e/c) eyes travel back up to his head where a mop of messy wet white hair just barely covers those beautiful dark blue eyes that seem to glow in the darker corner of your room. The merman crawls closer, making your form stiffen up slightly but you do not dare to make a sudden move.

Once he's just a few feet away from you, Tullius opens his fist he's been kept closed the entire time and reveals a (favorite color) star snail sea shell, holding it towards you. “For me?” The male nods with a chirp avoiding his gaze but glancing back at you to watch your reaction. You carefully take it from him, putting the pan away and look at it with awe exclaiming that you love his gift.

Tullius' tail slaps against the floor in delight, a sharp toothed grin and small blush spreading across his cheeks, seeing that you like his courting gift.

And this is how it would go on for a few weeks. The merman slipping into your home in the middle of the night and bringing you gifts, all the while hanging around with you so long until he has to go into the ocean again. While at day time you'll see him peaking out from the waves waiting for you to come visit him.

You came to know his name after you showed him how to write, being amazed what a quick learner your new merfriend is. The both of you bonded quickly and you would end up spending most of the time with Tullius and getting to learn more about him, as he does about you. Even sharing his collection with you and receiving some as well he's never seen before.

Eventually you come to feel a certain way for the merman, and you were hoping that he would feel the same.

Little did you know, you've already captured his heart way before you even knew him.

But the day where you have to fly back to your home from your vacation came quicker than you could count, and it made you sad about leaving Tullius for who knows how long. You have to tell him how you feel before you're gone from this island. So as per usual the first thing you do this morning, is walking out to the beach looking for the merman. And there he was, waiting for you at his usual spot by the small wooden pier leading to your hut.

Smiling he waves at you and does a few happy flips before climbing up the structure and leaping on top of you for a tight hug making you fall onto the wooden surface. Your clothes getting wet in the process but you don't mind and giggle as he purrs and nuzzles up against you.

Tullius has become more affectionate and clingy the closer you two became, but not in an overbearing or annoying way which you admit you find pretty cute.

As the two of you spend the time together, Tullius still having his arms wrapped around you chin resting on your shoulder while playing with your hair, you reveal to him about your vacation time and you ending up leaving this island. His reaction of course as you imagined makes your chest feel heavy. The merman is now pulling you tightly against him, his ear fins pulled down and whimpering softly, pleading for you to stay with him.

While Tullius understood that you had to go, it was very hard for him to accept it. After all, he just got closer to you and now you have to leave! He's worried you'll leave him forever.

“I know... I'll miss you too... ” Tullius rests his forehead against yours at your words clicking in response. And as a final goodbye he gently cups your cheeks slowly leaning in until his soft wet lips meet yours in a sweet kiss, surprising you but returning it with as much love as he's pouring into the gesture. A promise to him that you will definitely come back and visit him.

He pulls away with reddened cheeks and loving smile, loosening his hold and preparing to go back into the ocean waters. Neither of you wanted to leave but it would make it harder to say goodbye. And before he finally leaves, Tullius gives you one last look back and finally manages to form his usual noises into five simple words that fills your heart with warmth and will stay with you until the time comes that the both of you will meet again.

“I... love... you... forever...(y/n).”

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Hi. You can react the characters to the fact that the MC kissed the little Cheka?

A/N: I did it with the dorm leaders because I thought they would have a wide range of reactions. If you want more let me know.

C/W: discussions of Riddle's trauma and what it means for the future of your relationship, germaphobe Vil, and I think that's it

Little Cheka has come to visit his beloved uncle! But his beloved Uncle is tired. Luckily, he knows a certain herbivore is always willing to babysit. While you're playing with Cheka, your s/o looks over at you just in time to see you laugh and kiss his cheek.

Riddle is conflicted. Cheka is cute, like the hedgehogs he loves so much. So he understands the urge to give him kissies. In fact he'd probably give him kissies too if he felt closer to the kid.

But also, it makes him think about the lack of love he had in his own childhood, and it kind of sends him to a dark place.

Now he's wondering, if you two ever raise kids together, if he'll be able to break the chain. He's spiraling quickly, which means his temper is shorter, and, oh look, Grim just got collared again.

Probably tries to avoid you and Cheka until he goes home. He doesn't want to think about it more than he already is, and doesn't want to take his temper out on two innocent sweet hearts.

When you come to see him after Cheka goes home, he'll ask you to sit down like you're about to have some business meeting, and you'll discuss his fears for the future. You do your best to assuage his fears. After all, you haven't even graduated yet, and neither of you is even sure you want kids. This isn't something he should worry about right now.

But you assure him, as you press a kiss to his cheek, that should you both decide to take that route, you know Riddle will be better than his mother.

Oy! That's his herbivore!

He's lucky he woke up from his nap just in time to see that. He's immediately up and walking over to you, wrapping his arms around you so that yours are pinned to your sides, and pressing kisses all over your face.

Cheka, being a child and not understanding this is a show of dominance, thinks this is a fun game! So he climbs up on the nearest object so that he can reach your face and start giving you kisses too!

He's played this game with his dad before! What usually comes next is his dad starts to tickle him, so now he's tickling you and laughing hysterically.

Leona sees his nephew is onto something here, and starts to tickle you as well. It's a trap you didn't even realize you fell in. And now you're wriggling as much as you can to escape the barrage of tickling.

Good luck, herbivore. You're gonna need it.

Azul is not into PDA. It interferes with his sauve business like persona. So when you kiss Cheka's tiny, little, squishy cheek, he feels a surge of envy.

He immediately berates himself. It's not the same. That's a child. Children are allowed to be given love in public. It wouldn't be the same if you kissed his cheek.

But he's thinking about it all day. He's unknowingly tapping his pen loudly on the desk as he pretends to listen to what clients are asking him for. Luckily, Jade is always on top of things, so it still looks like everything is normal to outsiders.

Would it be so bad if he were to express his love for you in public? It wouldn't be unprofessional, right? Heck, it might strike more fear into people considering he has won the love of the Ramshackle prefect. (In thinking these thoughts, he's forgetting that he's ready to melt into a puddle when you kiss him in private)

When you slide into his lap to get his attention at the end of the day, he asks if you can try giving him a kiss on the cheek in public every once in a while.

He does, in fact, die the one time you're able to try it.

Let's be real. He's giving Cheka kissies with you. When he found out you were babysitting, he was so pumped! He loves to play with littles!

Probably brought snacks and all sorts of toys that he thought looked fun at the Mystery Shop.

Little Cheka loves Kalim and Y/N! He wants to play with them forever! But, alas, he has to go home eventually. And when he's giving a tearful goodbye, both you and Kalim start pressing kisses all over his face, and promise you can play again soon.

Once Cheka leaves, Kalim is just as sad, and missing his siblings a little. You know how to fix this, right?

That's right! Press kisses all over his face until he's laughing and smiling again!

He has Rook keep an eye on you from time to time, since he's very busy and wants to feel like he's part of your life. (Yes, he knows it's a little creepy, that's why he doesn't tell you. 🙄)

He's at a club meeting when he gets sent a photo from Rook, of you kissing Cheka on the cheek. And his first thought is…gross.

Potato! You have no idea where that child has been! Imagine all the germs and diseases he is putting onto the skin that he has worked so hard to help you get perfect!

His second thought is about whether or not he should have you quarantine before you can touch him again. He's too busy to get sick, and whatever dirt you now have on your skin will for sure upset the delicate balance of his own skin.

Well, his club members see him furiously typing what is looking to be a long paragraph to someone. I wish you the best.

Ortho and the tablet float over to find out where you are, and after you kiss Cheka, you see the tablet go on mute.

What you don't see is Idia having a meltdown about how absolutely adorable it was to watch his S/O kiss a human cat thing! He's giggling and squealing before getting it together and unmuting the tablet and asking in a super chill voice, "what's up?"

He later finds the footage in Ortho's database and screenshots the moment. He makes it his wallpaper on his phone.

Starts searching the web for cats you can raise together (real cats, not human cats) he wants to see his favorite human kiss all the cats!!!! He knows he'll OD on cuteness, but he doesn't care!

Melts a little every time he thinks about the cutscene he's working so hard to unlock. But it's worth the wait when the three kitties he bought are approved to stay in his dorm, and he gets to take all the pictures he could ever want.

*Fights fae urge to kidnap the child*

You have clearly chosen this child as one to be celebrated! He materializes on the scene and immediately begins bestowing blessings on the child. Cheka will now live a long life, beloved by all his subjects, and will only know happiness to the end of his days.

Malleus is about to start bestowing extra blessings, like the ability to know every language, when Leona comes on the scene and starts yelling about how his nephew stinks of lizard. Honestly, what did he expect, the "lizard" is your boyfriend.

He scoops Cheka up and leaves, and Malleus is fighting the urge to kidnap for the second time. By now Lilia has shown up, and is not helping.

Just kiss his cheek though, and he'll forget all about it. His child of man just kissed him! Huh? What child?

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pinkthrone445 · 2 months

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-Abbott's house- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, funny, soft

Warnings:none(?) future smut

Summary:The district gives the school the idea of spending a month living together to strengthen bonds, you never thought that would change your relationship with some so much.

Hi! This is an interactive story, if some thinks about something funny that one of the people of Abbott would be like to do, and you would like me to introduce it in the second part of the fic, you can leave it on the comments. I hope you like this part! Thanks for your coments!

It had been a couple of days since you had slept with Melissa, and instead of you stopping thinking about it as time went on, your desire to sleep with her again and feel her warmth near you only grew, it had been years since you had had such a perfect and peaceful night's sleep.

When the weekend came, some planned to go home on their days off to visit relatives, Barbara would see her husband again, and Mr. Johnson would see a son he had, which you were very surprised to learn that he was a father. Mel decided to stay since she had nothing else to do, just like you, Jacob, Janine, and Gregory. Ava said she was going to see her boyfriend and that it was forbidden to enter her room.

Jacob, Janine, and Gregory planned to go to a bar, but you didn't feel like it, so you decided to make other plans. Mel didn't want to leave you alone, so she decided to stay with you without knowing what she was getting into.

As night came, you started to pack your bag to go out, Mel sat on her bed watching what you were doing

-"Are you going to tell me where we're going to go?" - she asked, and you shook your head, laughing at her annoyed face

-"To a mall that I saw online..."-You muttered, hiding the true purpose, Mel decided to go along with you even though she knew you were lying.

When everything was ready, the two of you got into Melissa's car, you gave her the address, and you let her drive.

When you arrived at the location you gave her, the two of you got out of the car and she didn't hesitate to take your hand, which made you smile as you felt how well your hand fit hers and how her warmth always balanced your cold hands.

-"This doesn't look like a mall, I'm afraid you'll abandon me here..."-She muttered and you laughed, it wasn't a mall, but if you told her where you were going, maybe she wouldn't want to, yso you wanted to save yourself that trouble. As she entered the building, Mel understood why you had been so vague with what you were telling her. It was a skating rink, which she didn't know how to do and probably would have refused to come if you had told her, but seeing your excited face to be there, she decided to stay.

-"Let's go rent some skates!" - You screamed and tugged at her hand. Once ready, you entered the skate rink but the redhead wouldn't let go of your hand-"Do you want me to get you a walker to help you keep your balance?" - You asked truthfully and she shook her head laughing out of nervousness and embarrassment

-"I'm not a child, I can do it alone" -she muttered stubborn

-"If you say so" - You let go of her hand and started skating around her , twirling and doing little pirouettes

-"How are you so good at ice skating?" - She murmured in surprise and annoyed without moving from the spot, she looked like a cat near the water with how tense she was

-"A friend taught me... It's nice, give it a try!" - You screamed excitedly and skated a little farther away from her

-"Don't abandon me, please" - She whispered, embarrassed that she couldn't take a single step alone

-"I thought you could do it alone... Do you want me to push you?" - You asked with wickedness in your laughing voice, if your face was an emoji at that moment, it would be the devil smiling

-"No! Don't even think about it! I'll take off my skates and kick your ass... Come here and hold my hand" -She demanded and you came over laughing and let her put her hands around your arm, starting to skate gently with her

-"Thank you for coming with me Mel... I know this is not your first choice of activity... But I love to skate and I wanted to share it with you... Form a good memory together" - You whispered and felt her grip on your arm grow tighter

-"It's okay, it's more fun than I thought... Besides I like knowing what you like and what you don't... Like scary movies, maybe I'll use that to my advantage while we're here so we have to sleep together again" - She joked and you laughed a little, blushing.

For a while the two skated talking about a couple of things, sharing anecdotes and jokes until it was time to close so you had to leave. You carefully guided Mel, who hadn't let go of your arm in all this time, to the edge of the rink and made her sit down so she could remove her skates. Carefully you knelt in front of her and untied the shoelaces

-"I can do it hon" - She murmured, looking at you and you nodded

-"I know you can do it, but I want to help you anyway"-You responded by carefully removing her skates and putting her shoes on, when you looked up, the redhead was looking at you with something hidden behind her eyes, a look you couldn't quiet decipher, it was as if her gaze let out words that her lips couldn't say yet.

-"Thanks hon" - She whispered with a different tone in her voice, one you hadn't heard before

-"You are welcome Mel..."-You whispered as well, mesmerized by her eyes. After a few more seconds, you cleared your throat looking away from her and changed your own shoes.

The return home was peaceful, the comfortable silence was filled by soft music as you looked at the street lights with a smile that you couldn't wipe off your face.

-"Are you okay hon?" - Mel's voice brought you back to the present, and you nodded

-"Yes... It was a beautiful night, I enjoyed it a lot... It's been a while since I've had such a good time, I wish nights like this lasted a little longer..."-You muttered without thinking and looked out the window again after smiling at her

-"We're in no hurry to go home" - She replied and you looked at her confused

-"What do you mean?" -You frowned more

-"I mean the night isn't over yet, are you hungry? - She consulted smiling at you and you nodded

-"I could eat"-You answered, and at that very moment, the redhead changed the course she was driving in and headed to a drive-thru to order food. Without consulting you, she ordered your favorite food as if she had known it for years, which surprised you, then she ordered for herself and paid-"How do you know what my favorite food is?" - You asked, still surprised, and she laughed

-"Because I pay attention to you, whenever you bring this food to work, you do a little dance of happiness"-she muttered and you blushed. Instead of giving you your food on the spot, she kept driving to a secluded spot where there were almost no lights.

-"Mel? What are we doing? Are you going to give me my last meal and then you're going to kill me?" - You joked and she laughed, shaking her head

-"No...I just want you to keep enjoying the night" - The redhead opened the glass of the car ceiling and told you to look through it, as there were no lights nearby, the stars were seen in their maximum splendor and the moon looked bigger than ever. Mel took the food and gave you your share smiling-"Enjoy" - She whispered, caressing your hand and you stopped seeing the sky to see her in her eyes

-"Perfection..."-You whispered, not quite sure if you meant it because of the beauty of the stars or because of her beauty, everything was perfect, specially her.

As you ate, music played softly in the background, your chest brimming with calm and happiness.

When you finished, a soft and fresh air began to run, as the roof was open, a shiver ran through your body. Mel carefully leaned back your seat and hers and then covered you with her coat, the position you were in, was perfect for continuing to gaze at the stars. The redhead grabbed her cell phone, put it in the car and started playing your favorite series and then leaned back in her seat again. Silently and delicately you reached for her hand and intertwined your fingers with hers without saying anything else, the caresses she began to give in your hand, relaxed you even more.

From the moment you arrived at that house you didn't know what was going on, but you liked to enjoy the attention that Mel gave you. At school you were friends, but not to this point of trust that you were having right now.

When the second episode started, the redhead noticed that you had fallen asleep holding her hand, smiled at how cute you looked, stopped the series that was playing. She carefully buckled you up and then drove slowly home.

When you got home, Melissa saw that Jacob's car was already at the driveway, meaning they already had comeback from the club.

You were deep asleep in the passenger seat, lying and facing the same side that Mel was driving, the redhead turned off the car and stared at you for a few seconds, your breathing was calm and you looked happy even in your sleep, your lips were slightly parted and your hand was touching slightly her leg. You looked so peaceful and beautiful, your lips soft, soft, plump and ready to kiss. The redhead began to lean gently towards you, almost brushing her lips against yours. Your breath tickled her face as she checked to see if you were really asleep. When she was about to connect her lips with yours, Jacob ran out of the house smiling in relief at the sight of Melissa's car, the young man glued himself to the window of the car screaming, not knowing that you were asleep because of the tinted windows

-"Melissa! Help us! Jeannine it's trying to cook!!"-His screams caused you to wake up scared and startled, almost hitting Melissa because of how close she was to you

-"Hey! Hey hon, it's okay, you're safe, it's just Jacob being Jacob" - The redhead took your hands gently and caressed them, making you soothe a little, then she kissed your forehead and the tip of your nose making you laugh a little lost and sleepy-"That's it... That's better sweetheart... Jacob we will be there in a minute" - she told your housemate and helped you put on her jacket before getting out of the car with you.

Upon entering, Mel thought you were going straight to the room to continue sleeping, but instead you stayed by her side

-"Don't you want to sleep anymore? When I'm done cooking something for them, I'll go to the room... I don't want to risk Janine burning down the house for trying to cook..." - She murmured and you laughed as you sat at the counter watching her cook

-"I'll wait for you, I don't like to be in the room alone" - You murmured and hugged yourself with the redhead's jacket you were wearing, taking advantage and breathing in her perfume.

While Mel cooked, she would treat you to small bites on your lips to get your opinion on whether there was anything more to the plate. When the food was ready, you and Mel went to the dorm room. Mel was about to lie down on her bed when she heard your soft voice inviting her to sleep with you, which she couldn't say no to and crossed over to your bed hugging you and giving you warmth, helping you sleep better.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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the routine (4)

heeeey guys. this is a short one but i wanted to share something with you, since it's been a while! it's getting harder to write, but i found some peace of mind today so i wanted to give you this. hope u like this! love u all and hopefully see u next time. i promise it's gonna get better, just give me some time :(.

summary: trying to settle into life after what happened has proven to be just as difficult for both you and Azriel… pairing: azriel x fem!reader words: 1.5k warnings: still just angst.

part 1: the cliff

part 2: the house

part 3: the court

There was something bittersweet hanging around your house since that argument with your parents. It had been a week since you had returned and, sadly, things didn't feel as good as they used to. You didn't expect you all to be exactly the same either, you and your parents had been through specific times that wouldn't allow them to ever be the same again, especially when they were so reluctant for you to return to the Night Court. Even you didn't know if you would be completely ready to do so in the near future.

One good thing was that, during those days, you had learned to manage your emotions to keep them from running strongly through the bond you shared with Azriel so as not to overwhelm him. Perhaps it was the only thing that had distracted you during that time from rethinking what had happened, even more than your parents' attempts at conversation.

There was also the matter of the shadows. You knew they were Azriel's, you thought they belonged to him, but some of them were constantly accompanying you, and they got scares out of your father from time to time.

Going back to your parents was supposed to bring you peace, but you felt calmer every time you looked at the tattoo running down your arm and the promise Azriel had made to you with crystallized eyes.

“I hear your thoughts all the way over here, you know?”

You lifted your head, blinking faster. The wind caressed your cheeks and moved your loose hair, for a moment forgetting where you were. Shadows gathered around your feet.

“I'm sorry, did you say something?”

Alya had a posture with her arms up, sending you a curious look. Your childhood friend barely needed to hear the tones in your voice to know when you were lying, but she seemed to want to let it go that time. The people around you didn't seem to know how to deal with the conversations when word got out that you were back, but Alya had a talent for knowing when to touch on topics and when not to.

“Several things,” her body moved toward the fruit baskets, taking the last basket in her arms and starting to walk in the opposite direction. “My brother got married.”

“Really?”

“And he has children.”

“Really?”

“Twins.”

You let out a laugh, remembering Alya's rebellious older brother. Your visits to her house were always accompanied by the constant whining and fighting between Trav and his parents because he didn't want to start a family in the near or distant future. He was so insistent about it, even though it was the only thing his parents wanted. According to Alya's accounts, it was impossible for him not to start imagining that future when he met his mate.

“What about you?”

“Ah, no, please, no. There is nothing interesting to tell about my life. I assure you that Mrs. Taylors had a more exciting life for the past few years than I have,” Alya and you arrived at her mother's fruit stand, where she dropped the last basket of goods you had helped her move all morning. You marched beside her, detailing the look of nonchalance she was trying so hard to maintain.

“It couldn't have just not happened. It was… too many years,” despite the boastfulness with which you wanted to carry the conversation, your voice reached to cut off finishing the sentence. Alya turned to look at you, her worried eyes analyzing your face before grabbing your wrist and walking away from the fruit stand.

“You know you don't have to pretend around me, right?”

Alya closed the door to her house behind her. Her family had gotten a very homey house right in the heart of the city's commerce and they kept their very well kept stall right in front of it. Every corner of the place felt like a home because of the great dedication and love her whole family put into it. Even when her brother was missing, it seemed that the house had not lost any strength or presence.

Maybe that's why you felt a wave of longing and nostalgia hit your body, leaving you more vulnerable than you had been the last few days.

“Living with my parents hasn't been so great,” you began, lowering your gaze with a frown. Alya had moved into the kitchen and you had happily settled down on the counter right in front of the stove. Your hands in front of you on the white ceramic were moving nervously, interlocking and clattering your nails on the hard material. “After so long I thought that… I thought that nothing would change when I came back. I thought we'd be even closer together than before, I even thought we'd sleep together. I spent so many nights… alone and so cold. I couldn't bear the thought of going back and having to go through that kind of torturous loneliness again.”

Alya moved in front of you, setting aside the tea brewing to clasp her hands in yours, still twitching in nervousness and anxiety. Her expression was no longer one of dread as she noticed shadows moving around you.

“Is it because of him?”

You nodded, and acknowledging it once again was no less painful.

“It's illogical, I think,” Alya rested her arms on the ceramic, frowning slightly. The warmth of her hands, even though it wasn't a bit chilly in her house, brought you just enough coziness to try to soothe your heart. It reminded you of that moment at the border of Court Day next to Azriel. “After so long without seeing you, why not take advantage of the indefinite time you'll be with them? They stress too much about something that could happen in two decades, even.”

“I've tried to tell them, but I don't think they'll be happy until I tell them I'm not coming back.”

“What about him?” Alya cocked her head to one side, and at your confused look added, “He wouldn't be willing to come?”

“What? No. I couldn't even suggest it to him,” you shook your head as soon as the words left her mouth.

“Why not?”

“His whole life is in that court, Alya. Asking him to give it all up for me just because I wouldn't be willing to do it for him, wouldn't that be too selfish?”

“You must keep in mind that you've been through special circumstances. If he really feels a quarter of the bond love, then he won't mind giving up everything for you.”

“I don't want to talk about this anymore. The tea is going to dry up.”

Alya shifted letting out a gasp of surprise.

“Fine. But you have to keep in mind that it's not just about you now. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to make decisions for him or stop making them because it's not just your feelings you have to be careful with.”

Azriel still didn't understand how Mor had convinced Tarquin and Rhysand to meet for that reunion on the day you finally returned home, but he was immensely grateful that she had been able to negotiate the terms down to the last instance. The same thing he would've done.

“Are you ever going to see him again?”

“Not as long as I live.”

The aforesaid appeared at the training camp when Azriel was taking some time away from the crowd of people living in the Town House. He would never have believed that he would rather strain his body until he passed out just so he wouldn't have to meet Rhysand's or Cassian's face at every corner. The blood in his veins burned as if it had poison in it, one step away from starting to spit in their directions as if they were the only ones to blame for everything that had happened.

As if he needed to find a culprit for your departure.

But there was no one to blame. It had been your decision. And every day since then Azriel's sentence became significantly larger and more tedious to carry. The worst part was not even knowing when that ordeal would end. Living with that bitterness in his heart and that emptiness in his soul, he didn't believe there could ever be peace in his relationship with his brothers. No one in the house overlooked that.

"She's fine," Mor changed the subject abruptly, knowing exactly how to appease the flame of his anger.

Azriel nearly melted with his forehead against the punching bag. His shoulders slumped in momentary relaxation, the only relaxation he'd allowed himself to have since you'd left.

“You saw her?”

“Yes, she was spending time with her friends. She was smiling. Laughing. She looked happy.”

Azriel had to fight the whine that wanted to escape his lips. He shook his head in assent, trying to keep the emotions at bay, sending a silent thank you through the masses of air. He felt his heart squeezed inside his chest. Every day was a constant uncertainty because he couldn't even feel her anymore…

Mor had to travel weekly to Summer because one of the terms of their agreement with Tarquin required it and for the last three weeks all Azriel had been waiting for was news about you, to know that you were well, that you looked well, that you were really happy there, at home… away from him.

“You know that doesn't imply that she wants to forget you, right?”

The mere implication made his head fall back on the sack. Azriel tried to nod, feeling the words and his own emotions choking him. His body would become an inert object at some point, that much he knew, because he couldn't spend too long living like this. He couldn't even imagine it, if he was just beginning the period that could last for years, even centuries for all he knew.

“I know…” his voice came out choked, almost mistaken for a sigh. “I know.”

He repeated again to himself.

Azriel dreaded knowing how things were going to be from now on.

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Promise

a/n yes im using the princess! reader who's about to be forced into a political marriage with anakin again,, and what about it the vibe is so fun to me, also i love jealous anakin

warnings: 18+!!! smut (he broke me down) written by someone whose only experience comes from fanfics, so pls be nice,, also written in 1st person bc that was the vibe when i started and i didn't realize this was going to get smutty (i'm sorry yall😭 it's still my best tense)

Summary: As a princess, your future is set in stone. You'll marry someone your father picks for you to aid your country. All of this you've accepted...until you befriend Anakin Skywalker, who was originally assigned to guard you during a time of political unrest on your home planet.

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He's still near the door, arms crossed and expression as stoic as it was when he first interrupted my meeting to escort me to an urgent consultation with my father.

I understand that publicly we need to remain as indifferent as physically possible and that any sort of friendliness we display needs to seem completely surface level. But we're not in public anymore and usually the transition from appropriate indifference to something much warmer is instant.

"...How urgent is urgent?"

The question is more for our sake than anything else. I want to hear his voice outside of the stiff way he interrupted the meeting with that last suitor. He had barely looked at me as he mumbled something about my father. I want it to feel light the way it usually does between us. I want him to make one of those jokes that always has me rolling my eyes or to smile or--or to do anything that makes him feel like Anakin.

The urge to study him begins to make it hard to just stand there so I turn towards my vanity. What I'm wearing isn't exactly inappropriate for a closed door meeting, but it's more formal than I'd like and a little itchy. If I have time to change into something more standard, I'll take it. "If I call Raina in here I can be in something a lot more comfortable in five minutes."

No response. I smooth my hair back with my palms, eyes subtly shifting towards his reflection in the mirror. Anakin's taken the slightest step forward. "Anakin?"

His head tilts downwards, eyes briefly meeting mine in the mirror before darting away. There's something about the way he's holding himself that would feel bashful it was less stiff. "There is no meeting."

"What?" My head instinctually snaps in his direction. Anakin's already watching me. "You--you made up an emergency?"

This is--Anakin interrupted a meeting with the first suitor that didn't make my skin crawl. I wouldn't have been thrilled to walk down the aisle with him, but I could have likely learned to be content with him. At least he believes that women can do more than just be brides and raise children. He'd allow me to participate in some community work to bond with his people and I'd be able to visit home.

But that's besides the point. He could have been the most repulsive candidate my father had found for me and it still wouldn't have justified what Anakin did. I don't walk out of meetings. Ever. If my father finds out about this...

"Do you have any idea what my father will do if he finds out?" I sit the edge of my vanity's seat with a tired sigh. There has to be some excuse. I could blame it on sickness or a misunderstand or--

"Then I'll take the blame." Anakin's words pull me out of my thoughts. His voice is still stiff and lacking its usual warmth in a way that only adds to my unease. Why is he acting like this? "I'll tell him that it was my fault and that I misunderstood your schedule debriefing."

My fingers dig into the soft fabric of my dress that's pooling over the seat. "Don't." My voice sounds so small, so vulnerable I have to hate myself for it. "He might take that the wrong way and--" I exhale slowly, forcing myself to cling to rationality. "And he might arrange your removal."

Anakin scoffs. What is his issue? "Like that'd bother you."

My throat tightens. After everything we've been through, after telling him things that I've never been able to tell anyone...How can he just dismiss all of it? And why is he being so mean? "What?"

"You've found your ideal suitor and now you can get married and be sent away and never--" Anakin cuts himself off, eyes tearing away so quickly like there's painful about looking at me. "You don't need me anymore."

Oh. That's what this is about. "Anakin." He's staring at some distant point on my wall. "That's not true. You know it isn't."

Everything about him remains stiff. "You were smiling." He briefly glances at me, eyebrows drawn together so sharply it tugs at something in my chest. "A real smile, not your practiced one." Anakin lets out a sigh that feels as pointed as a sarcastic laugh. "And you laughed."

"What?" I'm not miserable in one meeting and now he's acting like I hate him. "I--I might have been making the best of it because he's the first suitor who didn't spend the entire time listing off the requirements for his bride, but that isn't the same as liking him." And even if I liked him, would that be such a terrible thing? Would it really undermine our entire friendship if I found a way to be married and not miserable? "I'm going to have to marry one of them at some point, and I d--"

"Don't marry him." Anakin blurts the sentence out in one wavering breath. The letters run together so closely it feels more like a single word.

For a moment, all the shaky request does is sit between us. I've been on several outings and meetings with potential suitors and Anakin's never reacted like this. What was so wrong about this last one? "Don't marry him? What do--"

Anakin's eyes finally meet mine. The way he's looking at me stings, all glossy eyes and a pouty frown that's trying its best to be harsh. He seems more pained than angry and that's somehow worse.

Don't marry him. The words too strained and small to be about just the man from earlier. Don't marry him means don't marry any of them.

Oh.

I scratch the back of my wrist as Anakin's eyes drop to the ground. He knows that I have no interest in marrying for my father, but even if I did, why would that bother him?

With a sigh, I push myself to stand. Why it upsets him doesn't matter. So much is already weighing on him.

Anakin doesn't look up as I start walking towards him. "I--I can't promise that." My nails dig into the skin of my palm. "I wish I could." The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. "But it doesn't matter." Anakin's rigid as I carefully extend my hand and bend my fingers against his forearm. "You're always going to be important to me."

He pulls his arm forward instinctually. My hold on him loosens, but before I can take my hand back, Anakin adjusts his to squeeze mine. He's holding on just tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable, but I don't mind it. It's grounding.

"Until you're married." He's staring at where our hands sit between us. There's something I should say, something comforting and easing. Nothing's coming to mind. The reality of the situation is set in stone. I'll have to marry eventually and that--that will change things. But it'll never change the way I feel about Anakin.

Anakin, who always listens when I need to purge all of the resentment about the rules that control my life. Anakin, who sits with me when I can't sleep. Anakin, who has the worst sense of humor that can always pull a smile from me even when it feels impossible.

He moves our hands, releasing my hand at my side. The brief loss of contact makes my ribs feel cracked. "No." It's instinctual. "It's--" I reach forward, hand reaching for his arm. "You're the only person I can tell anything to, the only one that never expects anything from me and just--just likes me for who I am."

The realization that Anakin might be the only true friend I've ever had hits me hard and fast. All of that and a part of me has always been selfish enough to imagine what it'd be like to live in a different world that could allow for more. Though, that's barely been a thought that I've allowed myself to have. Neither of us are in a position to get attached to anyone in that way, and even if we were, Anakin wouldn't see me that way. Besides, his friendship is no small thing, so it definitely takes the sting out of the impossible.

"Who wouldn't?" The comment comes out so soft, so absentminded I nearly melt on the spot.

A lifetime of being a daughter instead of a son has a reflexive a lot of people attempting to crawl up my throat. I swallow the bitterness like bile before I can make this about me and settle on a much lighter, "You'd be surprised."

Any lift in his expression falls again. "You don't see it."

I do try to think about it, but nothing that makes sense comes to mind. "See what?" Anakin pauses, lips pressing together. I'm expecting some kind of response. Instead, Anakin shakes his head once dismissively. "Tell me." His lack of response has me gently shoving his shoulder. "I thought we didn't keep secrets."

He lets out a small breath, we're so close I can feel the warmth of it against my skin. "It's nothing." When my only reaction is to glare, he reaches for my hand. "I don't want to talk about them anymore."

Strange. What does whatever he's talking about have to do with what we were talking about? Yes, the suitors want to court me but they want me the same way they want an ornament or my father's leniency in a business deal. Before I can remind him of this, his hand finds my shoulder.

If Anakin notices the way I freeze, he gives no indication of it, he just trails his thumb up and down the start of my collarbone. It's not the first time he's done this, but until now the gesture has been reserved for late nights when I can't sleep. I'm so used to it being soothing that it immediately gets rid of any fight in my system.

"You've had more meetings recently."

I nod, still too focused on the feeling of his hand on my shoulder. "It's a busy time...celebration season is always elaborate, and things are...tense."

He nods. If there's one thing he knows about, it's the precariousness that seems to be reaching everyone these days. But my time with Anakin is limited. He's been assigned to be my personal guard during the celebration season since the year a political protestor took my mother's life. The season always feels like it will be long, but time always slips away quicker than it should when it comes to Anakin.

I know I shouldn't do this. He doesn't need any type of encouragement after what happened at today's meeting, but something's clearly been weighing on him and I do miss him. The additional events, the public outings, the suitors...all to save face as the threat of war continues to become a more pressing issue. "My father had most of my afternoon blocked off in case that last suitor wanted extra time."

Anakin frowns, his thumb stopping its outlined path across my shoulder. He is so dramatic. "I shouldn't be telling you this because it might sound like I approve of you making up an emergency, but if you don't have anything to do, we can catch up."

He tilts his head, a hint of a smile turning up the corner of his lips. "Catch up? We're together all day."

I extend an arm, gently pushing him. First, he basically throws a fit because he convinced himself it was possible for me to like a suitor more than him, and now that I want to do something with him, he's trying to make fun of me. "I mean about before you came here. We've barely had time to talk since you've gotten back."

"Okay," his thumb brushes back down where my collarbone meets my shoulder, "We can talk." He squeezes my shoulder before retracting his hand. "The garden or the library?"

Our two most frequented spots. I grin. "The garden, the weather's nice today." He smiles, taking a step back. "Give me a minute to change. I turn away from him, walking towards my closet. "I've been ready to take off this dress since Raina put me in it this morning."

Raina spent longer than a minute trapping me in between scratchy fabric and a stiffly structured top. All of those ties and buttons that I still can't reach. Ugh. I wonder if calling Raina in will lead to more attention being drawn to the fact that I left early. Technically, the official meeting would likely be over by now but my father wanted it to go well. He kept things open in hopes of it lasting a little longer.

It's probably better not to ask. Drawing any attention to me and Anakin isn't the best idea in general. We're good friends, which is okay in front of some people but wrong in front of others. Raina is a little skeptical. It's nothing personal against Anakin, she just knows me too well, which means she reads into things.

I stretch my arm back as far as it'll go and manage to undo the bottom of the lacing and a few buttons. Anything that's more than halfway up my back is impossible to get to. I twist and turn and push and I can't reach.

"Everything alright?"

Anakin's voice carries through the short hall. I sigh, giving the fabric one last desperate tug. "Everything's fine I just..." I squeeze my eyes shut before pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can you come here?"

A brief wave of silence that leaves my face burning lingers until the sound of footsteps ends it. Anakin appears in my closet's doorway. "You're okay?"

"Yeah," I mumble, "Yes, I just--I can't get the buttons." As if to make my point, I try again in vain, trying again to reach the tiny clasps.

"You need help?" Anakin's voice comes out lower than usual.

Maybe he feels just as awkward about this. "If it'd be easier, you could just call in Raina."

"No," I can hear his weight shifting off the doorframe, "I can do it."

He takes a few steps forward. Before I know it, he's directly behind me. Anakin smooths a hand over my hair before gently moving it over my shoulder. The way heat begins to crawl up my neck makes me glad that my back is to him. His hand settles against my back.

I pull my arms forward, crossing them in front of my chest. He takes over, fingertips grazing against my back. The longer he works, the looser the dress begins to feel. I should be feeling cooler now that I'm getting closer to just being in my thin layering dress, but all of my earlier warmth and discomfort is now rising up my face.

"Raina put you in this this morning?"

I nod, "Raina woke me up earlier than usual today to make me up." The final button is pulled apart. I have to keep an arm at my chest to keep the dress from pooling at my feet. "I think this might have taken longer than my hair."

The comment is meant to be lighthearted. Instead of taking it that way, Anakin lets out a breath as his hand settles against my hip. "Won't things be easier when you don't have to worry about finding a husband?"

Now it's my turn to sigh. I make a point of pulling his hand off my side. I wander further into my closet. "You know I want nothing to do with this." My grip on the dress tightens, my sudden movement making it harder to keep the heavy dress on. "And if you honestly think I find any joy in being packaged in suffocating fabric and bodices so structured that they stab into my ribs every time I breathe, then you don't know me."

I turn around and let go of the dress, allowing the gown to pool at my feet. I step out of the puddle of fabric before reaching for one of my hangers, a casual day dress that I've barely looked at.

"I didn't mean it that way." His voice comes out low, almost reluctant. It's not enough to ease me, so I make a point of scoffing. Something warm pulls on my forearm. Before I know it, I'm facing with him. Oh. Anakin's closer than I thought he'd be. "I'm sorry." He exhales, voice tight, "Don't be mad, princess."

I keep my expression neutral. Though I'm in no mood to be reminded of my title, Anakin has a way of making it feel like a term of endearment. "If you're bothered by my situation, I understand that." He's staring me with such intensity I have to make the conscious choice to not look away. "I really understand that, but do not treat me like this is my choice. Not all of us are meant for more and can do whatever we want."

"Not whatever I want," he whispers, voice strained.

Now it's my turn to wish I had bitten my tongue. Anakin's told me enough of the stories for me to know that while sometimes the fact that he gets to leave and be an active source of good makes me wish my life was different, his isn't exactly easy.

His eyes hold mine for a beat before drifting downwards. For whatever reason, that makes me aware of the fact that this is likely the least dressed I've ever been in front of anyone. Sure, Anakin's seen me in pajamas and casual wear, but the silk dress under my gown is thin and low cut.

"And don't say that this is what you're meant for." He pulls my arm down with his hand, letting his fingers interlock with mine. "I've seen you in meetings and the way that you care about your people. You don't need to do this."

Again, it's like he's trying to convince me to change my mind. Like this is something that I want. I don't understand what he's trying to convince me to do. "Try telling that to my father."

I'm not sure what it is, but something about Anakin's expression looks a little flatter. Maybe even disappointed. I get it, this isn't exactly a fun topic, and we have no reason to dwell on it now. It's not like I'm getting engaged tonight. And I rarely get time to just be around Anakin, my future marriage has already taken enough from me, it doesn't need to take this too.

"Why are we still talking about this?" I pull my hand back, ready to grab my dress. "It's not like anything's happening now, let's just go to the garden like we--"

Anakin reaches forward before I can turn around, his hand finding my shoulder.

"I--" He cuts himself off, "There's been a rise in meetings with potential suitors, it's not as easy to ignore as it used to be."

I know exactly what he's talking about. All of my energy has been focused on not thinking about that. But that's because it's my inevitable future. How could this possibly matter this much to Anakin? "Ignore what?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to know what they're feeling? What they're thinking about you?" Anakin's breath catches itself in his throat, his thumb slipping beneath the strap of my dress. "What they're thinking about doing to you?"

Heat rushes to my face. I try to swallow to clear the lump in my throat but my mouth has gone dry. "Anakin?"

"I've spent so long trying to let you go."

What? Is he--is he saying that he-- "What?"

He tilts his head downwards, "You don't need to do this. I--"

"Don't say it." My hand is quick to grab the one he has on my shoulder. Push him away, I should push him away. My hand won't move. The one person I've always known I won't ever be able to have.

"Why not?" He asks the question so innocently, like he couldn't ever fathom a reason for me to shut this down. After a moment, his eyebrows pull together, a small frown playing at his lips. "You don't want me?"

If this was any less serious, that would have made me laugh. That is, most definitely, not the issue. "That's not true."

He relaxes slightly, his thumb trailing down my shoulder. Before I can explain issues that we both are definitely aware of, he leans impossibly closer. His weight on mine is nearly enough to make me forget the concept of logic entirely.

"Anakin," it's meant to be a warning. The breathiness of my voice takes away all of its severity. "We can't." I'm arguing for more my sake than his. He already knows all of the reasons that we need to agree to remain just friends before things get any more complicated. "What I want doesn't matter. Nothing I've wanted has ever mattered." He hasn't moved away, but at least he isn't trying to get any closer. "And even if it did, it's not like we'd suddenly be able to be together."

Anakin's hand adjusts on my shoulder, his grip tightening. He has the audacity to look like he's not sure what I'm talking about. "The Jedi code?" He blinks, still giving no indication of understanding why everything about us is impossible. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you why that matters, chosen one."

He scoffs. "I don't care."

I place my free hand on his chest, willing myself to create some distance between us before my judgement finally lapses. "You can't--you can't say that." My eyes squeeze shut, "I know that it's unfair, but time will pass and you'll feel rational again, and it'll be easier."

"Don't do that." The harsh quality of his voice nearly makes me step back. "Don't treat this like it's a political compromise."

Something about me trying to keep things together the only way I know how is hurting him. I don't know how to get through this without taking the emotion out of it. Still, I don't want to make this harder on him. My hand moves up his chest and rests on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."

He nods slowly, visibly relaxing at my touch, "You're only pushing me away because you're afraid."

"What?"

Anakin's thumb drags across my skin. "You're afraid that if you let yourself even admit that you might want something that your father hasn't decided for you, and that if you're selfish for even a second, your entire world will fall apart."

If it came from anyone else, I'd be offended, but coming from Anakin, it just makes the real reason why I can't just say it and give in hurt more. "That's not it." Anakin doesn't respond. He wants me to say more and I'm not sure that I can. "It's--" What I'm afraid of is that I let myself admit that I want Anakin out loud, I'll have to decide whether or not I want him more than everything I've been working towards my entire life and that I won't like my own answer.

"It's that," I start over, staring at my hand on his shoulder in case looking at him directly will make the confidence I've gathered to wither away. "That if I let myself think about it, about you--like that--for longer than a moment, I might want you more than any of this."

He pauses, likely thinking through his words. Maybe he'll try to promise me that he wouldn't make me choose while not understanding that being with him at all makes that decision for me. Or maybe the amount of care I'm implying will scare him into second guessing this.

His hand slowly moves off of my shoulder. If my deep, dark secret has finally gotten him to understand why we're better off as we are, then maybe it's worth how hard it was to get out.

His fingers settle against my jaw. Slowly, he gets my head to turn. I look at him, expecting some kind of rejection to be written across his face. Instead, all I see in his eyes is a pool of emotion ready for me to drown in. "Would that have to be a bad thing?"

This time, the softness of his question doesn't feel like an attempt to dismiss our reality. It's so genuine it turns into a physical ache between us.

I'm reminded that despite all of his talent, confidence, and sense of humor that I've tried so hard to enjoy less, he's still a boy who's experienced so much heartbreak. The council constantly dismissing him and refusing to grant him the title he deserves, the loss of his mother, all of the expectations on his shoulders...

Would it be such a bad thing to want him more than anything else? To love him more that much?

I tilt my head back, just enough to press my lips against his. Anakin's quick to reciprocate, turning the barely there press of lips into something else with no warning. He shifts his weight so that he's fully against me. My back hits the wall of my closet before I realize what's happening.

It's heavy, my bottom lip being pulled between his teeth. The hand that's not still cupping my jaw settles on my hip, the silk of my slip dress crumpling between his fingers. I pull my head back, Anakin attempts to follow, teeth tugging on my lip one last time before letting us separate.

He doesn't let me get far, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggle to catch our breaths. "I'm sorry, I should have--"

"Don't be sorry," I manage between slow pants, "Not for that."

Anakin smiles, and for once, I don't mind feeding his ego. "I can feel how much you need me." The urge to squirm away and hide any potential embarrassment is strong, but I have no way to act on the impulse. I'm pinned between Anakin and the wall of my closet. He slowly pulls my dress, exposing another inch of skin. "Do you think any of your suitors could make you feel like this?"

I shake my head, "No." That's an easy thing to get out, "Only you."

Another tug that has more fabric pooling around my waist. "Promise you won't marry him." His head dips forward, his lips brushing against the end of my jaw. "Any of them."

My eyes instinctually shut. I need to hold it together. "You--you know I can't just--" He places an open mouthed kiss against my neck. "Anakin."

"Promise." An order.

I exhale, struggling to focus. "It's not--" Another kiss. "It's not f--air." My voice cracks on the last syllable as Anakin moves further down my neck. "You know I'd never break a promise I made to you."

"What's not fair is having to watch you meet with men who look at you and to know that this..." He pulls the strap of my dress off of my shoulder, exposing more skin that he immediately presses his lips against. "Is what they want to do to you."

What? I had never thought that my suitors fantasized about anything, everything about those meetings always feel so cold and political. I'd question it if I could bring myself to care about the revelation with Anakin's teeth pressing into the pulse point of my neck. "To have to watch them look at what's mine."

"Anakin..."

One last shift of fabric and the hem of my dress is now over my hips. His hand leaves my jaw and skims the waist of my underwear. "Promise."

His fingers finally reach where I need him most. My eyes instinctually shut at the sensation, a wave of pleasure I've never felt before nearly making me jump. Noticing my tension, he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek.

I have to give him something, and maybe that'll be enough to at least put this conversation off until I'm in a position to negotiate. "I'm yours." My ability to form sentences is quickly fading as his finger presses into me. "Can't that be enough?" A small part of myself hates how easily I'm cracking. "For now?"

Anakin does the meanest thing imaginable, he stops. "Promise me."

A pathetically desperate whine escapes me. He can't be serious. He won't walk away now just because I can't immediately promise to never marry anyone.

He straightens enough to pull away from the crook of my neck. "Anakin." I meet his gaze, and behind the harshness of his eyes, I see that he means it. "You know I--I can't--"

"We can work it out." That genuine side of him returns, softness bleeding back into his expression. "All that matters is that you want to."

"Of course I want to."

He leans forward again, forehead pressing against mine, "Then promise me..." Anakin's eyes briefly shut, "Promise me you won't marry anyone else."

I let myself take him in, how it feels to let him consume me entirely. It's too late for me, anyway. I wouldn't be able to will myself to walk down the aisle the same way I couldn't force myself to push him away. "I promise."

His lips are on mine in an instant. When I don't part my lips fast enough, he hooks two fingers between the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down my legs in one, swift motion. I gasp, giving him all the access he needs to drag his tongue against mine.

He moves back, beginning to press his lips against my jaw. "Anakin."

"Say it again." His fingers find the spot that makes me see stars. "Promise me that you're mine."

A whiny breath slips past my lips, "I promise." His teeth drag against my throat and my nails instinctually dig into his shoulder, "Only you."

A rough sound escapes from the back of Anakin's throat. He removes a hand from my hip to adjust his own robes. I'm too distracted to realize what he's doing until it's obvious. "Again."

I reach my hand forward until my fingers are wrapping around his length. "Only you, Anakin." He groans. "I--I won't marry anyone else." Anakin places his hand over mine, guiding my hand up and down his length. "I'm yours."

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Maker, you're--" The rest of the sentence is murmured into my skin at a pitch that I can't make out.

His fingers press into me even harder. "Anakin," my whininess would be embarrassing if I wasn't so distracted by the coiling feeling in my stomach, "I--I--"

"Tell me," he lifts his head enough to speak the words into my ears, "Tell me that you want me."

My eyes screw shut, "I--It's more than want." It feels like a confession. "I need you."

Another strangled breath escapes him. Anakin pulls away enough to line himself against my entrance. He presses in slowly, the feeling in my stomach reaches a height I didn't think possible. "Anakin."

"You're so," he's getting the words out through gritted teeth, "Tight." Anakin pushes in even more. A gasp escapes me. "Say it again." I'm too lost in what I'm feeling to form the words. He pulls back before pushing his entire length in with no warning. Anakin shows no reaction to the pitchy whine he forced out of me. "Again."

"It's--it's only--you," I pant. "I won't marry any-one else--just--just please, Anakin."

His thumb presses against where my nerves are at their most on edge. I can't breathe or focus on anything. "Please what?"

"I need you."

He rubs tight circles against me and picks up the pace. My head falls against his shoulder, eyes squeezing tight. "Look at me." I--I can't keep my head up. Anakin's hand tugs at my hair, forcing me off of his shoulder. "Look at me."

I force my eyes open. "Anakin."

"Feel good, hm?" All I can do is nod. "Can't even talk anymore?" His lips find their way against my jaw. "What would all your suitors say if they could see how easy it was for me to get you like this?" His lips find a spot on my neck that leaves me dizzy. "First breaking all the rules and now you can't even talk." It's hard to focus on anything that isn't how he feels. "Who has you like this?"

I take a shaky breath, "You, Anakin." My voice is shaky, "Only you."

His lips press against mine. Hard. I give in entirely and it's all teeth and wanting a closer that doesn't exist. He pulls away just as quickly, "I've got you, princess," he exhales, "come for me."

My body knows what to do more than I do. I cling onto him. Anakin's thrusts become less even without losing speed. He continues until an all consuming pleasure has my body practically shaking. My orgasm hits so fast and hard I can barely hold myself upright.

"Oh, you're squee--" Anakin cuts himself off, pulling out before he can finish inside me. "Maker, you're perfect."

After it ends, I expect to be filled with some kind of regret or remorse. Instead, all I feel is a sense of peace as I recover with my forehead pressed into Anakin's chest. He keeps his arm around me loosely. "It's just you and me, princess."

I nod against him weakly, desperate to accept what he's saying. "Just you and me."

He smooths circles against my back. "We'll figure it out together."

It's not an easy thing to believe, but trusting Anakin is natural. I finally lift my head to look at him, "We have time." I don't know how much time, but it's definitely not happening today, and if I can push this until our political crisis becomes the ultimate concern, my father won't bring it up until this is resolved. Maybe if I prove myself as a leader, he'll see that I can be more. "I'm tired."

He smiles lazily, "You're saying I tired you out?" I roll my eyes. "Come on, we have some time before you have to meet with your advisors." Anakin squeezes my shoulder, thumb soothingly tracing a pattern against my collarbone. "Stay with me?"

I have to bite my tongue to keep a much too emotional always from coming out, so I just nod. He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. Anakin helps me into bed before laying next to me.

Drowsiness pulls at my eyelids. I fight against the exhaustion as best as I can, but Anakin's gentle touches and whispered terms of endearment aren't making it easier.

"You can sleep," he finally whispers, "I'll make sure you're awake with enough time to get ready for your next meeting."

It's tempting, but after all of this, all I want is to be near him and to--to talk to him and absorb his presence before I can't. "But--"

"I'm not going anywhere," he says, reading my hesitance easily, "We have time."

My eyes are already closed, "Promise?"

Anakin's head dips forward as he presses a chaste kiss against my temple. "I promise."

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #sw anakin #anakin skywalker smut #darth vader x reader #darth vader x you #anakin x reader #starwars #starwars x reader #smut #anakin skywalker fanfic

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beomgyw · 2 months

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BLUE CRUSH

PAIRINGS: guitarist!beomgyu x afab!reader, surfer!yeonjun x afab!reader

GENRE: love triangle, multichoice, fluff / smut (all depending on the paths you choose) plot heavy.

WARNINGS: your choices matter for the outcome!! you can choose not to engage in nsfw. IMPORTANT!! FOLLOW THE LINKED POSTS CAREFULLY and if you get lost, click back to the beginning to retrace your choices. (praying you won’t get lost.)

FEAT: le sserafim yunjin, le sserafim chaewon

SUMMARY: after a college-induced mental breakdown, you convince your parents to let you go back to your hometown and stay at your grandma's beach house for the summer. you used to be the ugly girl growing up, but not anymore. it´s your choice to opt for flirty and charismatic surf coach yeonjun (your childhood crush who had never noticed you until now) or gentle and romantic beomgyu (the boy who's always had a secret crush on you)

poor naive you had always wanted to be a writer, and poor naive you thought that a literature degree would help you become one.

you worked your whole life to get into a good university, thinking that it would be different from high school. that you would learn critical thinking instead of soulless arbitrary facts and trivia, that classes would be passionate and that exams wouldn't consist of just throwing up memorised material to be forgotten the next day.

poor you. after a year of linguistics and syntax courses you realised you hadn't been able to read a single book or write a single paragraph. was that really it? was college also gonna be a competitive hell of always studying but never really learning?

sick and tired of uni, you tell your parents that you need to get out of the city. you need time to think and make decisions about your future. however, and rather strategically, you don't specify which decisions. you don't mention that you´re thinking about quitting school, or that you'd like to become a full-time writer. you don't want to worry your parents as much as you don't want them to kill you.

after some hard negotiations, you succeed in getting them to let you spend the summer at your grandmother's beach house, back in the town where you grew up.

after a few phone calls and arrangements, your grandmother is not only delighted with your visit but has even offered to find you a part-time job. she says she knows of a small book shop in town where they could use some help. that's perfect! a bookshop sounds like a dream job! now all you have to do is pack your bags!

after you're done packing your essentials, you still have space to pack one more thing. choose one! (note, some are more important than others. also, remember your choice!):

books. are they really that necessary though? i mean, you got a job at a book shop. what could go wrong?

an extra swimsuit. trust me, you don’t wanna borrow a bikini from chaewon.

camera. remember, a picture is worth a thousand words.

besides your bag, you're allowed to carry one more piece of luggage on the train ride. which are you choosing?

yoga mat. after all, the concept of this retreat is to ponder, decide on your future and better your mental health. yoga and meditation are definitely the way to go. many people think that the beach is the perfect place to meditate.

guitar. that poor guitar that has been sitting in a corner of your room untouched for the past three years. now that you’re gonna have free time for the first time in your life, why not give it a try? you're probably gonna need someone to teach you tho.

please !! as you go on, don't be shy to comment the choices you make so i get to know your tastes better!! pretty please :)

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fabricated-misslieness · 11 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: pavitr prabhakar x gn spider reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: pavitr was a touchy guy, you know this firsthand.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 852 ~ established relationship

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: a lot of kissing and hugging

All Pavitr has wanted for months was to be with you. Maybe it was because you'd only just started dating, but it felt like could never have enough of you. He yearned for your kisses, sought out your hugs, and melted at your praise. There was nothing more he wanted.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

There should probably not be two spider-men in your universe, regularly that is. It was your universe, after all, but that didn't stop him from popping over for a visit.

The people of New York would ask who he was and why he only seemed to work part-time forever, but he didn't care for it. Also why you would work so much slower, even when there were two of you; and to that, there was only one answer.

"Pavitr..."

"What?" He groans.

"Police sirens." Ah, a rude awakening announced aloud by your angelic voice.

"Just a couple more minutes." Pavitr pleads, stuffing his head into the crook of your neck.

When you move your hands away from him, Pavitr yanks them back and holds on tight. He was being stubborn, even when New York was potentially in danger. "If I yanked us over the edge of this rooftop right now..."

"You wouldn't dare hurt your beloved."

"That may be true, but–" Pavitr's laugh interrupting you meant that argument was definitely over, so you began anew, "If I kissed you, would you let me go save New York?"

"Hmm.." Pavitr pulled away only to weigh his decisions, although he only knew there was really only one choice. At least he got a kiss out of it. "Okay."

It seemed your city was at the mercy of Pavitr's whim.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

PDA feared Pavitr. It was true. Nothing could stop him.

As the Spider-person before you exchanges stories with you, Pavitr waltzes over to wrap his entire being around you. Whilst you continue to speak casually–it was a normal, frequent occurrence–the other Spider-person halts in her conversation.

"Hey, I think you've got a spider on you."

You chuckle at her joke, "Don't worry about him. He's non-venomous."

Pavitr grumbles about how it feels offensive, something about feeling weak, but he's not helping it by staying curled around you. If the Spider-person before you weren't there, he'd have probably tried to climb into your arms.

Another time you're just eating in the cafeteria. A lot of spiders had different timezones, so at any given time, no one table was empty.

You were sharing one with spiders whose names you couldn't quite place when Pavitr plops himself down next to you and plants a kiss on your cheek.

His tray holds a single apple, but you didn't really think about it. Lunch was one or two hours ago in Mumbattan.

Throughout the meal, however, he keeps kissing you, and kissing you, and kissing you; on the cheek, of course, he wasn't evil.

"I think that's enough, Pavitr."

"You really think so? You say so? I wouldn't say so." His words come out fast, like a rollercoaster, just so he can kiss you again just as quick.

"I really do think so."

"I beg to differ."

You wrap an arm around him to feed his insatiable need to touch you all the time, even if it costs you your dominant hand, and spare the spider-people around you.

Thankfully, he seems pleased with just that.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Was he too annoying? Nah, he couldn't be. You loved him at least as much as he did you. Probably.

Pavitr was usually sure about everything. He was sure that he could protect his city, that he was good at being Spider-Man, that he had good friends. He was even sure about things of the future. He could do anything he set his mind to.

He just wasn't too sure about you. He wasn't being annoying to his friends, but he could be annoying to you.

The blissful ignorance was no longer a novelty.

He stopped being so clingy, although he got as much physical touch as he needed to get going. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.

What he didn't account for, however, was that it was really easy to notice his withdrawal from physical touch.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Pavitr, right now, seemed to be glowing more than usual. He was so much happier being in your arms than he would've, say, a week ago. He was giving you much less physical affection, and it certainly wasn't a welcome change.

"Pavitr?"

"Hmm?"

"I miss your kisses," Pavitr perks up in your hold. "and your hugs. You've been kissing me less and less. Is everything okay?"

He turns around to look you in the eye, an unintended pout on his lips. "I thought I was annoying you."

"Aw no, Pavitr, you've been perfectly fine. The other spiders don't really seem to care and I–well," You chuckle, "I really like your touch."

Pavitr lights up. He snuggles closer to you, letting out laughs in relief. "I like yours too," He pauses, realizing, "obviously."

"Obviously..."

"Okay, when you say it–"

"Hahaha."

"What??"

Clingy wasn't so bad. Not when it made your ray of sunshine so happy.

#pavitr x reader #pavitr x gn reader #spider-man x reader #spider-man x gn reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x gn reader #🌸 // success!#💞 // darlings #🎟 // atsv #🎫 // pavitr #🎫 // pavitr prabhakar #🎟 // spider-verse

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Your Highness

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader/Royal!Reader

Summary: Imagine your retainer (Heizou) waking you up from your slumber, telling you to get up and get ready for the day before high-profiled visitors arrive to the kingdom. Who are these high-profiled visitors, you may ask? Oh, they're the people your parents have chosen for you to get married to! Speaking of getting married, you're unaware of the arranged marriage situation until Heizou woke you up from your slumber. So, Your Highness, who are you going to pick to be your future husband?

Note: Finally! The last AU that has been stuck on my mind for ages is finally here! Next fic, we will be back in the usual Isekai'd!reader world! Kind of. Each man in this Royal AU does have titles. Some of these titles aren't princes, emperors, or crown princes. There are retainers, military leaders, bodyguards, etc. I tried to make it accurate, but Wikipedia and Google did not help me much with my attempt at research. The title gave me the most complications out of the entire thing. I also typed the list out in my Discord server so I wouldn't have to list it all out on here. To those who are new readers or not, please remember that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔 uh, mentions of an arranged marriage? Idk if that would count as a warning

Word Count: 8.7k

“Your Highness, you need to wake up.”

You hear someone say as they try to wake you up from your slumber. You groan and snuggle further into your pillows and blankets, feeling too comfortable to wake up. The person lets out a sigh of frustration and flicks you on your forehead, causing you to jolt and groan in pain. You open your eyes and see Heizou peering down at you.

You glare at him and bury your face into your pillow. “Go away, Heizou. Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?” You mumble.

Heizou chuckles and pokes you in the ribs, making you jump and smack his hand away from you. “Come on, sleepy head! You need to get up! Your parents want you to be up and ready before the Princes, Crown Prince, and Emperor arrive,” Heizou sighs.

Your eyes snap open, and you sit up on your bed and look at Heizou with wide eyes. You rub the sleep from your eyes and look at Heizou with disbelief. “Why are they visiting the kingdom?” You whisper.

Heizou purses his lips for a moment. “Did your parents not inform you that you will be choosing who you will be betrothed to?” Heizou asks, propping his hands on his hips.

You shake your head, mouth agape. Heizou sighs and hunches over, unsure of what to say. You look over at the clock on the wall before scrambling to get off your bed. As you’re running to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day (and unexpected meeting with other royals from other nations), you hear Heizou bark orders to the maids.

The sudden news of royals from different regions stopping by to visit is news to you. Your parents did not inform you of the event, nor did they mention it to you! You are not only angry, but you’re also upset that your parents give you little to no time to prepare for the visitation.

After your shower, you’re pulled out of the bathroom, and the maids dress you in your daily attire. While you wear the most exquisite clothing with expensive materials, you’re forced to wear the most uncomfortable clothing of all: corsets.

“Your Highness, did you not sleep well last night?” Tsu asks, yanking on the corset strings, making you gasp out in pain.

You shake your head. “Unfortunately, I did not get an adequate amount of sleep, Tsu.”

“Your Highness! You know how strict your parents are when it comes to your bedtime!” Mingxi scolds you, tutting and pulling the corset strings with Tsu.

You groan and take a deep breath. Tsu and Mingxi tie the corset strings before assisting you with putting other clothing on you. You have no idea why they make you wear so many layers of clothing. Quite frankly, you wish that corsets were outdated so you wouldn’t be forced to wear something that could potentially snap your ribcage.

“How does one get an adequate amount of sleep when the King and Queen are pestering you to do well in your tasks?” You mutter, adjusting the clothes on your person.

You, Tsu, and Mingxi hear a knock at the door. Tsu walks to the door while you gaze into the mirror and brush your hair with a cor lapis-encrusted comb. You look like you’re sleep deprived and are in desperate need of sleep.

“Hans! What are you doing here?” Tsu asks, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at the blond man in front of her.

Hans clears his throat. “Heizou has informed me to make sure that Their Highness is preparing for the meeting. The visitors are almost here,” Hans says.

“Oh? I thought Heizou would be the one that’s taking me to where the visitors will be,” you mutter, letting Mingxi apply light makeup on your face to cover the bags underneath your eyes.

Dear archons, you look like death. You don’t think there’s enough makeup in Teyvat to hide the dark circles underneath your eyes. You’re tempted to rub your eyes, but Mingxi lightly slaps your hands away from your face and gives you a scolding look through the mirror.

“Sorry,” you mouthed to Mingxi, letting your hands fall to your sides.

Hans nods his head. “Heizou will be taking you there, but he is currently tending to other duties as of now. Heizou wants me to make sure you’re getting ready and not sleeping in,” said Hans.

“The guests aren’t here yet, are they?” You ask anxiously.

Hans shakes his head. “They have yet to arrive, Your Highness. Since it is still early in the morning, you will be having breakfast with your guests,” Hans informs you.

You press your lips into a thin line and slowly nod your head. “Understood. Thank you for informing me,” you said, a small smile appearing on your face.

Hans gives you a brief smile and bows to you before turning to leave. Tsu closes the door after Hans leaves and sighs, walking over to you and Mingxi. After Mingxi finishes applying makeup on your face, Tsu reaches for the perfume on the vanity and sprays the fragrance on your pulse points.

“So, do you have in mind who you want to choose from the bachelors?” Tsu asks casually.

You blink at Tsu and shake your head slowly. “Tsu, this is the first time I hear about an arranged marriage my parents put together. I don’t know who they have chosen or invited to come and visit,” you sigh in defeat.

Mingxi dusts her hands off and props her hand on her hips while leaning on the vanity with her right arm. “My word of advice to you is to reject all of them and choose Heizou.”

“Heizou?” You ask; Mingxi nods her head. “My retainer?” You raise your eyebrows at her.

“Oh, come on! He’s cute! And it’s clear that he has feelings for you, Your Highness!” Mingxi exclaims, shaking you lightly by your biceps.

Tsu swats at Mingxi. “Quit it, you! You’re going to make [Y/N]’s clothes crease!” Tsu hisses.

Mingxi releases your biceps and quickly apologizes to you, rubbing her arm with a sheepish look on her face. You snort and shake your head. Tsu and Mingxi have been by your side since you were pre-teens; while they work for you as your maids, they’re also your friends. People aren’t allowed to casually call you by your name, only by your title. But with Tsu and Mingxi, they’re an exception; only they can’t call you by your name in front of your parents, other royals, and servants at the castle.

“Let’s put your shoes on, and I think we should be finished!” Mingxi claps her hands.

After a few minutes of struggling to put your shoes on (the corset was making it hard for you to bend down to put your shoes on), you hear a knock coming from the door. Instead of Tsu and Mingxi being the ones to open the door, you walk to the door, grab the door handle and crack the door open.

“Are you done getting dressed, Your Highness?” Heizou asks, peeking through the crack.

You smile and nod. “Yes, yes I am, Heizou!” You reply.

“Great! Now that you’re ready let me assist you to the foyer. The…. men… have arrived,” Heizou hesitates, giving you a stiff smile.

You look at Heizou worriedly. “You don’t look too excited,” you pointed out.

“That’s because he’s not! And quite frankly, I’m not excited either, Your Highness,” Itto says, strutting up to you and Heizou with his hands crossed over his chest.

You raise your eyebrows with surprise. “Oh? And why is that? Pray tell,” you said.

Itto clears his throat. “You see, Your Highness, your parents are setting you up with a bunch of men to get to know each other for who knows how long, and you have to marry one of them by the end of a certain time,” Itto explains.

You did a double-take. “Wait, are you implying that these men will be staying at the castle for a while?” You ask.

“That is correct! They’re going to be staying for a while, so you can bond with them and see which man is husband material,” said Itto.

“Hypothetically, what happens if I don’t pick anyone out of the men that my parents have chosen for me?” You ask.

Itto hisses softly. “Ooh, that, I do not have the answers to! You’re going to have to talk to your parents about that, Your Highness,” Itto says.

“Well, at least I was able to get a small explanation,” you mutter. “Heizou, you may now take me to the foyer to meet my future husbands,” you said.

Heizou stretches his arm out for you to take, you link your right arm around his left arm, and the two of you begin walking toward the foyer of the castle, with Itto walking behind you two. Not only were you unaware of your own arranged marriage, but you’re also unaware that the men that are visiting your home will be staying for who knows how long. Great!

“I’m hoping my parents didn’t pick out people close to their age,” you mutter.

Heizou and Itto don’t respond to your comment. You scan your surroundings nervously as you walk down the long staircase of the castle. The heel of your shoes makes a click-clacking noise on the white tile floors with each step you take, the sound echoing through the hallways of the castle. You can’t help but internally wince at the sound of your shoes click-clacking; it’s almost like you have a bell collar on that will notify people that you’re nearby.

The closer you, Itto, and Heizou got to the foyer, the more nervous you became. You don’t do well when it comes to meeting new people. It wasn’t because you’re asocial; it was because you fear that you’re going to mess up or make a fool out of yourself in front of people that you don’t know. Heck, other than new people, you’re afraid of messing up in front of your parents!

Upon entering the large foyer of the castle, you see a long line of men standing in front of your parents. Your father stands tall and regal, his head held high as he makes a speech to the large group of men in front of him and your mother. You can feel power oozing from your father from a distance. Then there’s your mother, standing beside your father. While she looks dainty compared to your father, she holds almost as much power as your father. Her arm is looped around your father’s arm, gazing at the men in front of her with sheer intensity.

One of the guards steps up to your parents, bowing to them.

“Your Majesties, your child has arrived,” said the guard.

Your parents and the guests all turn to look in your, Heizou, and Itto’s direction. You feel your face turn hot when all eyes are focused on you the more you walk into the foyer with your retainer and bodyguard at your side.

You unlink your arm around Heizou and clasp your hands before bowing to your parents. “Mother, father. I have arrived,” you give them a small smile, “I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting for too long,” you say, subconsciously tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You didn’t keep us waiting, sweetheart. The guest arrived not too long ago, and we were talking to them about what will be happening for the next few days, perhaps weeks,” your mother said.

You look at her, feigning surprise. “Oh? May I get an explanation as well? I did not know we would be having guests today until Heizou woke me up from my slumber,” you said.

You cross your arms over your chest as if you’re trying to hide from everyone in the room. The number of eyes focusing on you makes you feel out of place. Almost naked, in a way. Your father gives you a look. You uncross your arms and give them a fake smile. Your father puts a heavy hand on your shoulders and turns you so you can face the large group of men in front of you.

“Gentlemen, meet my child, [Y/N],” Your father introduces you to the men in front of you with a smile on his face.

Annoyed, you mutter, “I’m not a child, father.”

Your father ignores your comment and continues to sing his praise. You’re intelligent, graduated top at the private university you once attended, mastered many languages and instruments, you’re skilled in many arts, and you’re also a fantastic cook. Speaking of cooking, since you’re a royal, learning to bake and cook wasn’t necessary for you. But you pressed on and begged your parents to let you learn to cook and bake because it’s a basic (yet beneficial) skill. And because you also want to sneak into the kitchen to bake yourself a cookie at two in the morning while everyone is asleep.

“Now, [Y/N], my sweet child,” you shoot your father a look, “I would introduce these men to you, but there are too many for me to do so. If I were to introduce each man in this room, it would be lunch by the time I finish,” your father lets out a hearty laugh.

The men in the room chuckle after hearing your father’s explanation.

“I will let you and these handsome gentlemen converse over breakfast. After breakfast, you and these men can continue getting to know one another,” said your father.

“You’re not going to join us?” You ask, looking up at your father quizzically.

Your father and mother shake their heads.

“We will be joining you all for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But afterward, we will give you and these lovely men some space to get to know one another! Of course, Heizou and Itto will also be keeping you all company,” your mother says, looking over at Heizou and Itto with a smile.

You nod. “Understood.”

The head butler of the castle announces that breakfast is ready. The butler leads everyone to the dining room. Heizou and Itto walk in front of you, their eyes focusing ahead of them. You, Itto, and Heizou walk in front of the large group of men while your parents walk beside you. Your parents are seated beside each other, whereas you’re sitting at the farthest end of the dining table.

On the right side of the table, the men from the three nations (Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru) sit down in their seats while the men from the other three regions (Mondstadt, Snezhnaya, and Khaenri'ah) sit on the left side of the table. Heizou pulls the chair out for you to sit. You sit on the chair, and Heizou pushes the chair in. The servants bring the food out and place them in front of each person. Your stomach grumbles when you catch a whiff of the food in front of you.

Everyone began eating in silence; the sound of forks and knives scraping against the fine china filled the silence. You turn to look at Heizou and Itto.

“Have you two eaten today?” You ask.

Heizou and Itto nod, not saying a single word. You blink at the two before slowly turning back to your food, unsure why they didn’t reply to your question. Heizou looks up and notices a few lingering stares from the visitors. Some are curious stares, and others are looks of interest. Heizou locks his eyes with one of the princes and gives him a fake smile.

“Which one of you men wants to start introducing yourselves? If you all want, I can reintroduce myself?” You cock your head to the side.

“I’ll go first if you don’t mind, Your Highness,” the man with an eyepatch speaks up, giving you a gentle smile.

You smile back and nod. “Please, be my guest.”

And thus, the dark blue-haired man with an eyepatch starts to introduce himself to you. One by one, each man introduces himself to you during breakfast while your parents sit by and watch the interaction in front of them, observing how you all interact.

“You look lovely today, Your Highness,” the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya says, sending a wink in your direction.

You feel yourself blush at the sudden comment. “Thank you, Prince Ajax. You’re looking handsome yourself,” you reply shyly.

The Snezhnayan Crown Prince leans back in his seat with a victorious smile on his face, turning to look at the men with a smug look. The Crown Prince of Mondstadt gives Ajax a subtle glare before turning to look at you, looking at you curiously.

“Your Highness, what is your relationship with those two men behind you? If you don’t mind me asking?” Diluc says.

You look over to your left and right shoulders. “Heizou is my retainer,” you gestured to the maroon-haired man to your right, “And Itto is my bodyguard! His job is to be at my side at all times. You all will be seeing these two with me everywhere I go,” you said.

“Everywhere you go?” Prince Aether asks, looking at you curiously.

You clear your throat and reach for your cup of water. “Almost everywhere I go. Heizou is at my side more than Itto. Itto will accompany Heizou and me when guests are visiting, if there’s an event, whenever I leave the castle, you get the gist,” you explain.

You take a sip of your drink, resting your back against the chair. So far, the interaction with each of the men isn’t too awkward like how you would have imagined, thankfully. The thing that you’re nervous about the most would be the event that happens after breakfast. Each man has their charm; they are incredibly sweet and attentive. The light banter between them is not only entertaining, but it’s also heartwarming, in a way.

While you’re unfamiliar with the political affairs between your region and their region, seeing powerful men from different regions bonding is something you didn’t think you would ever witness in person. Seeing them laugh, converse with each other, share a toast with one another, and joke with each other makes the atmosphere at the castle lively.

“Your Highness?” Dainsleif calls your name (title?), pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink and turn to look at the blond man. “Yes, Dainsleif?” You ask, finishing your last bite of breakfast.

“We have been calling your name for a minute now. What’s on your mind? You seem distracted,” Lord Kazuha says, looking at you worriedly.

You give Lord Kazuha a brief smile and shake your head. “Apologies, gentlemen. I did not get enough sleep last night, and I guess I was staring off into space,” you reply, clasping your hands on your lap.

The Chief Alchemist strokes his chin. “You do need to get plenty of rest, Your Highness. It’s unhealthy for the human body not to get an adequate amount of sleep,” said Albedo.

“We do not know what you do in your day-to-day life, but we don’t want your duties to get in the way of you getting plenty of sleep at night,” Doctor Baizhu says, wiping his lips on the silk cloth napkin.

Venti props his head in the palm of his hands, giving you a sweet smile. “If you would like, I can play you a song or two before you go to bed~! What do you say, Your Highness?” Prince Venti asks, gazing at you with his aqua-green eyes.

You press your lips into a thin line, contemplating whether you should take up on Prince Venti’s offer or not. While you don’t mind having someone serenade you to sleep, you don’t want the other men to misinterpret Prince Venti’s offer.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to be going into someone else’s bedroom to serenade them before they go to bed,” Emperor Zhongli says, giving Prince Venti a blank stare.

Thoma chuckles and nudges Emperor Ayato beside him. “Do you think the Emperor of Liyue is jealous that Prince Venti offered to serenade Their Highness before they go to bed?” Thoma whispers to the Inazuman Emperor.

Emperor Ayato chuckles. “Can you blame him? He and I share the same sentiment about Prince Venti’s offering,” Emperor Ayato replies nonchalantly.

After contemplating, you decide not to take up on Prince Venti’s offer, much to his disappointment. Your declining Prince Venti’s offer of him singing you to sleep has nothing to do with a specific issue (for example, you not liking Prince Venti). You declined his offer because you’re not sure if your parents would approve of a stranger going into your room and singing you to sleep. Plus, you’ve had a fair share of random men trying to sneak into your bedroom while you slept and then trying to assassinate you.

“Is there a reason why you declined Prince Venti’s offer? I’m surprised a musically talented prince would get turned down,” Tighnari says, gazing at you curiously.

You purse your lips, unsure whether you should tell them of the incident or not. You look at your parents from across the table, waiting for them to answer for you. You didn’t get a response back. All your mother and father did was stare back at you while casually finishing their breakfast. You stare at them blankly before turning to the men, giving them a sheepish smile, subconsciously rubbing the back of your neck.

“How do I explain this without making it a huge deal?” You mutter, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Crown Prince Al Haitham cocks an eyebrow at your question. “Oh? Did you happen to sneak a boy into your bedroom while your parents were asleep?” Crown Prince Al Haitham asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head rapidly. “No, no, no! It’s not like that!” You squeak, your face turning hot. “Why would someone from the royal family get into that kind of situation? Do you know how much trouble I would get into with my parents and the public?” You huff, looking away from the guests, your face hot.

Heizou and Itto stare at the men blankly, not saying a word. How dare they (mainly Crown Prince Al Haitham) assume you were sneaking boys into your bedroom late at night while everyone in the castle was asleep? Not only are there top-notch security at the castle, but you would never get into a scandalous situation because you know better. And Heizou and Itto ensure that you don’t sneak boys into your room because those boys would have to get through Itto and Heizou first.

You sigh and grab the cup of water in front of you, taking slow sips of water. You only know Crown Prince Al Haitham for less than two hours. Yet, he has already left a sour taste in your mouth by assuming you are sneaking boys into your bedroom while everyone is asleep.

“I don’t allow anyone into my bedroom except for the maids, Itto, Heizou, and my parents. There are a few instances where people will try to sneak into my bedroom to,” you trail off, placing the cup down on the table, “try to assassinate me. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep alone in my room for months. Guards will stand outside of my bedroom door, outside of my bedroom window, to catch the culprits.” You said.

Prince Kaveh huffs, turning to look at Crown Prince Al Haitham, his eyes narrowing. “Way to be a total jackass to Their Highness, Crown Prince,” Prince Kaveh says sarcastically.

You laugh nervously and shake your head. “No, no, it’s fine, Prince Kaveh. Crown Prince Al Haitham didn’t know, so let’s not start anything at breakfast when we all barely know each other,” you said.

“So, you’re implying that we can start trouble with each other when we’re more familiar with one another?” Cyno teases, the corner of his lips curling up.

A loud huff of breath interrupts the conversation. You turn to see the Prime Minister sitting there, his arms over his chest, looking at the other gentlemen in the room with a disapproving look on his face.

“Almost all of you have juvenile behavior. Accusing Their Highness of having late-night affairs while everyone is asleep?” Prime Minister Pierro asks, scoffing.

Pantalone leans back in his seat and chuckles softly. “You only knew Their Highness for less than two hours, and you’re already making a fool out of yourself, Crown Prince Al Haitham,” Pantalone says, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

The Chief Physician snorts. “Way to ruin your chances of Their Highness picking you to be betrothed to,” Dottore chuckles.

“As if Their Highness will pick them in the first place,” The Captain snorts, flicking his jet-black hair over his shoulders.

The Shogun rolls his eyes and scoffs loudly, crossing his right leg over his left. “You four fools think you have the chance to be with Their Highness? Ha! Please, that’s comical,” Scaramouche laughs sarcastically.

You turn to look at Heizou and Itto. “I thought my parents invited royals. Did my parents invite high-profiled people in general?” You whisper.

Heizou and Itto shrug their shoulders simultaneously. You sit back in your seat and watch how the men interact with each other. There’s tension between them, and you’re hoping that Crown Prince Al Haitham’s comment won’t be the reason why there will be war among all nations. You clear your throat to grab their attention.

“If you’re all finished eating, then we can all go to the gardens outside the castle to get to know each other. More so, this is a way for me to get to know you all individually without having to speak over anyone. Perhaps this can be a way for all of you to strengthen the bonds between your nations,” You said, getting up from your seat.

General Gorou’s head perks up, and he smiles at you brightly. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, Your Highness! Plus, you can also give us a tour of the castle while we’re at it,” General Gorou says.

“A castle tour? Is this your first time visiting the kingdom?” You ask, looking at everyone owlishly.

General Xiao shakes his head. “We have visited the kingdom before, but we have never gone anywhere that isn’t the foyer, training grounds, ballroom, and throne room,” General Xiao explains.

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case, then I will be delighted to give you all a castle tour if it’s okay with my parents?” You look over at your parents, waiting for them to give you approval.

Your mother and father nod their heads, giving you a small smile. You got up from your seat and gestured for the men to follow you out of the dining room. Since you’ll be giving the visitors a tour of the enormous castle, Heizou and Itto stick by your side, giving the men stern looks.

“If you think we’re going to do something sketchy to Their Highness, both of you are wrong,” General Xiao says, glaring at Heizou and Itto.

Emperor Zhongli chuckles and places his hand on General Xiao’s shoulders. “General Xiao, please try to get along with Their Highness’ bodyguard and retainer. They’re doing their duty to protect Their Highness,” Emperor Zhongli says.

General Xiao grits his teeth, lets out a sharp sigh and complies while bowing to his Emperor. “Understood, Emperor Zhongli,” General Xiao mutters.

The Chief Physician smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Every ruler needs to keep their pets on leashes, or else they’ll bite those around them,” Dottore says.

Archons, you genuinely hope that this doesn’t result in some kind of war. You, Itto, and Heizou shake your heads and continue walking ahead of the men behind you three. The tour of the kingdom has barely started, and yet the men are already starting trouble with one another. You’re not sure how much longer these men can stay in the same room as each other without wanting to rip each other’s heads off or insult one another.

“I hope the head butler of the castle has shown you all your rooms,” you said, turning to look at the men behind you.

The Captain, Capitano, nods his head. “Yes, the head butler has shown us where we all will be staying for the time being prior to your arrival,”

You nudge Heizou lightly. “When you and Itto went to get me, I thought the guests had just arrived at the castle,” you mutter.

“Your retainer must have seen us after we have seen our rooms. The servants took our luggage to our rooms after the head butler showed us where the rooms are,” Prime Minster Pierro interjects.

“I see,” you murmur.

The tour around the castle took a bit of time because of the size of the castle. It wasn’t a boring tour, surprisingly. Some men would crack jokes here and there to lighten the mood. Some of them even asked you about your childhood to get to know you, their future significant other, if you pick them, better.

And now here you are, sitting on the concrete bench while the men are scattered around, conversing with each other and settling into the castle. Itto and Heizou insist on staying by your side at all times, but you chide them and order them to go and have fun and socialize with the visitors.

“Your Highness, why are you here all alone?”

You look up to see Prince Kaeya, Prime Minister Pierro, and Dainsleif, the Captain of the Royal Guard, walking over to you. You stand up, briefly bow to the three men in front of you, and make sure your clothes look presentable. You clear your throat and give them a smile.

“Oh, no need to worry about me. Some alone time is nice once in a while,” you said.

“Especially after having to give almost thirty people a tour around the castle and interact with so many people.” Captain Dainsleif says, nodding.

A bright smile appears on your face. “Yes, exactly! I do hope that you three are enjoying yourselves at the castle. If you need anything, do let me or any of the servants know,” you said.

Captain Dainsleif, Prime Minister Pierro, and Prince Kaeya nod, giving you a smile as they watch you walk to the next group of men who called you over.

“We notice that you were alone, and we want you to hang out with us for a little bit before someone else drags you away,” Prince Venti jokes, patting the seat beside him.

You see Heizou standing beside Prince Aether, a faint smile on Heizou’s face. “Heizou, it’s good to see that you made friends!” You said, approaching the two men.

“Huh? Did Heizou not want to hang out with the rest of us?” Prince Aether asks, looking at you curiously.

You chuckle. “Heizou and Itto were hesitant to leave my side, but I insisted they hang out and socialize with all of you,” you explain.

“As your retainer and bodyguard, I can see why they are hesitant to leave your side. Danger lurks in every corner, and as a royal, the chances of being in danger are higher than a normal civilian,” Lord Kazuha explains.

The Shogun points over at General Xiao with his thumb. “General Xiao is the same as Heizou. He was also reluctant to leave Emperor Zhongli’s side, and it took some convincing to get him to join our group,” said Scaramouche, smirking over at the flustered Liyuen General.

You look at General Xiao and give him a polite smile. “I hope you all get along. I don’t know how long you all will be here, so you might as well make yourself at home and make some friends!” You said.

General Xiao exhales through his nose, nods, and bows to you. “Yes, Your Highness,” said Xiao.

“Gentlemen, as much as I would love to stick around longer, I have to check up on the others to see how they’re adjusting to their stay,” you said.

As you turn to walk away, you’re tackled to the ground. You let out a loud shriek, and a wheeze accompanies it when your back meets the grass.

“Your Highness!” Heizou gasps, running over to your side.

“Crown Prince Ajax, why did you tackle them!?” Emperor Ayato hisses, storming over to where you and Crown Prince Ajax lay.

Crown Prince Ajax cages you between his body and the ground, propping himself up on his hands and looking down at you worriedly.

Crown Prince Ajax swallows the lump in his throat. “Are you okay, Your Highness?” the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya asks, his eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

Instead of lashing out at the Snezhnayan Crown Prince, you lightly tap him and attempt to push him off you. You turn on your side and slowly sit up. You’re still struggling to fill your lungs with air while taking deep gulps, your hand pressing against your chest.

“You knocked the wind out of me,” you wheeze, grabbing onto Heizou’s arms as he helps you get up from the ground.

The Crown Prince of Mondstadt stomps over to the Snezhnayan royal and yanks him up from the ground by the collar. “Why did you tackle them, you Snezhnayan scum?!” Diluc growls.

Pantalone, a notable Treasurer, grabs Diluc by the shoulders and pulls him off the Snezhnayan Crown Prince. “It’s best not to start problems, Crown Prince of Mondstadt. Do you want to cause tension between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya?” The Treasurer raises his eyebrows at the redheaded Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince of Mondstadt glares at Pantalone and smacks Pantalone’s hand off his shoulders. Albedo and Baizhu rush to your side; Baizhu makes sure you’re physically okay while Albedo asks you many questions to see if there’s any damage.

“We should take you to the infirmary,” The green-haired Physician says, dusting grass off your clothes.

You shake your head. “I’m fine. I’m just out of breath,” you said. You turn to look at the ginger-haired Snezhnayan man. “Is there a reason why you tackled me to the ground without warning?” You ask.

“Your pupils are dilated. We need to get you checked out to ensure you didn’t hit your head when you fell,” Albedo says gently.

General Gorou runs up to the crowd surrounding you and holds up an arrow. “This was flying toward your direction, and Crown Prince Ajax knew that you wouldn’t be able to dodge it, so he took it into his own hands and tackled you to the ground before the arrow could hit you,” General Gorou explains, tossing the arrow to the ground in front of you.

“Where did that arrow come from?” Crown Prince Al Haitham mutters, turning to survey his surroundings.

“Your Highness,” General Cyno calls out to you, walking up to where you stand. “Is there a training ground nearby?” General Gorou asks, stopping in front of you.

You nod and point to the large cement wall. “Behind that wall is a training ground,” you answer.

“Maybe the arrow that flew in Their Highness’ direction came from the training ground. I don’t think it’s an assassination attempt. If so, then the assassin would’ve been caught almost immediately,” Thoma says, standing beside the Inazuman Emperor.

You snort. “Thoma, I don’t know if I have informed you all of this already, but the person that has tried to assassinate me is still out there,” you rub your aching back. “Now that I think about it, I should get checked out. I’m starting to feel a bit sore,” you said.

“We’ll take you to the infirmary to get you checked out. I’m sure I brought some medicines and remedies just in case anything happens,” Tighnari says, holding his hand out for you to take.

Prince Kaveh sighs and rubs his temples. “Their Highness’ parents are going to kill us all if anything happens to them,” Prince Kaveh mutters.

Upon your arrival at the castle's infirmary, you’re swarmed by doctors and nurses. While you try to tell them that you weren’t horribly injured, seeing the grass stains on your clothes and little tears on the expensive fabric sends them into a frenzy.

“Please back up and give Their Highness some space. We don’t want to overwhelm them,” Tighnari instructs, shooing people away from you as you walk to the chair and sit down.

As the Physician to the royal family (your family), Baizhu walks up to you and begins to conduct basic examinations.

Other than a scratch, getting grass stains on your clothes, and a bruised pride, you’re in decent condition. There aren’t any life-threatening injuries or injuries in that case. To make it short: you’re fine. You’re humiliated that Crown Prince Ajax tackled you in front of people. Handsome people, him included. After Heizou has taken you to your room to change your clothes, you collapse on your bed and cover your face with your hands.

“This is so humiliating.” You groan, shutting your eyes and feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

You hear the door to your bedroom open. You open your eyes, remove your hands from your eyes and see Tsu and Mingxi enter your bedroom with new clothes in their hands. Mingxi gestures for you to go to the bathroom and wash up (you also have some grass in your hair) before they change you into your new clothes. Before going to the bathroom to quickly wash up, Mingxi and Tsu untied the corset for you and helped you out of the corset.

You shut the bathroom door behind you and begin stripping your clothes off. The bath has already been prepared for you by Tsu herself. You sit in the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest, replaying the most embarrassing moment in your life in your head. You close your eyes in misery and rest your chin on your knees. You’re not prepared for what’s to come for the next however many days the men will be staying.

The next day, you sit across the two Emperors of Inazuma and Liyue, having tea with the most powerful and influential men of their nation. Heizou pours the tea into the ceramic teacups, concentrating on pouring the right amount of tea for each person. You tuck your hair behind your ear and look out of the window, watching the other men chase each other around while conversing with each other.

“It’s nice to see everyone getting along after one day of knowing each other,” you murmur, reaching for the steaming cup of tea.

Emperor Ayato sips his tea elegantly after lightly blowing on it. “How are you feeling today, Your Highness?” Emperor Ayato asks, gazing at you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

You sip the tea and almost hiss at how hot it is despite blowing on the tea to cool it down. “I am doing well, Emperor Ayato! Thank you for asking,” you smile at the Inazuman man sitting across from you.

“You didn’t stay up late, did you?” Emperor Zhongli asks suddenly, gazing at you intently with his amber eyes.

You clear your throat, place the teacup on the saucer and shake your head. “I did not, Emperor Zhongli! In fact, I believe my parents are allowing me to take a week off of my studies,” you said.

Right when you answer Zhongli, Hans peeks his head into the room.

“Your Highness, your parents would like me to inform you that your piano lesson starts in an hour,” said Hans.

You sigh, slouching in your seat as you prop your head up in the palm of your right hand. “Understood, Hans,” you give him a small smile, watching him leave the room. You lean in your seat and close your eyes. “I stand corrected,” you said, snorting to yourself.

“We can keep you company if you’d like. We would love to see you play the piano,” Emperor Ayato offers, a soft smile appearing on his face.

You suddenly became shy. “I mean…. it’s up to you if you want to watch me play the piano. I don’t want to bore you all to sleep,” you murmur.

“I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind watching you play the piano. After all, as your future husband, we must indulge in your performances and activities,” Emperor Zhongli says nonchalantly, sipping his tea.

Your cheeks grow warm when you hear Emperor Zhongli mention the word “husband.” “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You all have a choice,” you said shyly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Your Highness. We’ll be there to watch your performance,” The Shogun says, entering the room with his head held high.

You blink at Scaramouche. “Were you listening to the conversation the entire time?” You ask, turning to look at the window only to see that no one is outside.

“We arrived not too long ago when Hans was informing you that your parents wanted you to go to your piano lesson today,” Crown Prince Diluc replies.

Prince Kaeya leans on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. “Your Highness, I didn’t know you play the piano,” Prince Kaeya says, lifting your left hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckle.

“Their Highness’ father went on a tangent about them being able to play multiple instruments, Prince Kaeya,” Captain Dainsleif deadpans.

“Ah, but Captain Dainsleif! Their Highness’ father never specified the instruments!” Crown Prince Ajax interjects.

You look over at the clock and nearly jump out of your seat. You stand abruptly from your chair, almost spilling the teacup over during your haste. “Oh, dear archons. It’s almost time for my piano lesson. My piano teacher, Juliette, is going to have my head on the silver platter if I’m late,” you panic.

“I’m sure your piano teacher will understand,” said the Chief Alchemist.

You drag out a sigh and frown. “I didn’t even get to finish my tea,” you tell them sadly before walking out of the room with Heizou and Itto by your side while the men follow close behind you, Itto, and Heizou.

“Is your piano teacher aware of us visiting?” Lord Kazuha asks, his red orbs scanning the portraits hanging on the castle’s wall.

You shrug your shoulders. “That, I do not know. I’m hoping my parents informed her of your visitation. Still, because I was also unaware of the visitation, I’m assuming my parents didn’t inform her of it,” you answer.

“Your parents didn’t inform you about our visitation and the arranged marriage situation?” General Gorou asks, looking at you in disbelief.

You shake your head. “They did not, unfortunately. I don’t know why they kept it hidden from me until the last minute when Heizou, my retainer, informed me about it yesterday morning,” you shrug your shoulders.

“Maybe they didn’t let you know about it until the last minute because they’re worried you would lash out at them or make a big deal about it?” Baizhu asks, looking at you curiously.

You purse your lips and stroke your chin. Could Baizhu be correct? The topic of marriage never emerged in any of your and your parents’ conversations, so you’re not entirely sure why they kept it a secret until the last minute.

Prince Venti skips up to you, squeezing between Itto and Heizou. “You know, Your Highness, since you’re musically talented in various instruments, what do you think about performing at a music festival with me in Mondstadt?”

Your eyes light up. “A music festival, you say?” You gasp, stopping in your tracks. “I would love to join you, Prince Venti! Do you know when this music festival will be held?” You ask, twirling from side to side with giddiness.

“Are you talking about the Windblume Festival, or are you referring to the Iridescence Tour?” Prince Aether asks, butting in between you and Venti.

“I think he’s referring to both!” Thoma says.

You and your esteemed visitors arrive at the entertainment room (which is the ballroom where your piano lessons are usually held). You all see Juliette standing beside the grand piano with her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping on the glossy floor impatiently. Juliette’s head snaps in your direction, her blonde eyebrows narrowing when she sees you enter the room.

“You’re late!” Juliette exclaims; Juliette has a heavy Fontaine accent.

You give Juliette a sympathetic smile as the blonde woman walks down the stairs and approaches you all. “Apologies, Juliette. I was informed at the last minute, again, by Hans about the lesson.”

“I do not accept tardiness, Your Highness. I do not care if you’re a child of poverty or a part of the royal family,” Juliette hisses.

Al Haitham stares at Juliette blankly. “Your parents made a grave mistake of hiring someone like that to be your piano teacher, Your Highness,” Al Haitham mutters, narrowing his eyes at the blonde woman standing in front of you.

“Let’s not waste any more time, Your Highness! Chop, chop!” Juliette claps her hands, ushering you to the stage where the grand piano stands.

“If anyone speaks to my spouse like that, I would fire them immediately,” Cyno states.

Kaveh scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t understand how someone like Their Highness’ piano teacher can disrespect their student like that,” Kaveh grumbles.

Prime Minster Pierro clears his throat. “After Their Highness’ performance, I’ll have a word with Their Majesties about hiring a new piano teacher,” Prime Minister Pierro says gruffly.

You sit in front of the piano and stare at the keys. The only people you have played the piano for are your parents, your piano teacher, Itto, and Heizou. Now that you have a reasonable-sized crowd watching you play the piano, you can’t help but feel nervous. Not wanting Juliette to chew you out in front of your guests (and future husband), you began playing the piano while gazing at the music sheets in front of you.

You were doing so well until your finger slipped, making you play a tune that wasn’t part of the music. Juliette’s eyes twitch, and she whips your hand with a riding crop, making you pull your hand to your chest with a loud yelp.

“Your Highness!” Prince Aether gasps in horror, running up the stairs to the stage where you sat.

You rub the area where Juliette has whipped your hand, trying to soothe the searing pain on the back of your hand. Juliette always has a way of punishing you for messing up your performance, and whipping your hand with a riding crop is one of them.

“Out. Your presence isn’t needed here anymore,” The Capitan glowers at your piano teacher. Juliette glares at The Captain. “I do not take orders from anyone,” Juliette scowls, pointing her nose up in the air.

You can see the steam coming out from his helmet as The Captain stomps over to Juliette, grabs her by the bicep, and drags her to the door of the ballroom.

“Your piano teacher doesn’t treat you like that all the time, does she?” Pantalone asks.

You chuckle weakly. “That’s how I learn how to play the piano fast. I didn’t want to upset Juliette or annoy her in any way by messing up,” You reply.

The Chief Physician frowns. “Your Highness, messing up is part of the learning process. You may be part of a royal family, but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to make a mistake or two,” Dottore says softly.

You wave Dottore’s comment off. “I understand that, but Juliette has been my piano teacher for years now. I’m used to her attitude and the way she teaches,” you said. “Although I shouldn’t be taking it lightly at all,” you grumble under your breath.

“Your Highness, your performance is beautiful. Sure, you made a small mistake, but that doesn’t take away from the performance,” Lord Kazuha says.

You press your lips into a thin line and stand up from your seat, walking down the steps with Prince Aether walking beside you. “I was hoping to give you all a good performance, but I messed up, and you all witnessed Juliette being Juliette,” you sigh.

Prince Venti walks up and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself, Your Highness. Your performance is beautiful! Everyone in the room enjoyed your performance, and the only person that didn’t was your cruel piano teacher,” Prince Venti reassures you.

“The only thing that hurts is my pride. First, I get tackled by the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya. That bruised my ego. Second, I mess up my performance in front of all of you. Third, my piano teacher whips my hand with a riding crop in front of all of you,” you sigh.

“Are you upset because you have been getting hurt in the last two days of us being here?” General Gorou asks.

You slowly nod while thinking it over. “Yes. And because I’ve been humiliated way too many times in front of all of you. If it was in private, where none of you witnessed my humiliation, I would’ve been okay with it. But….” you trail off, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This is so embarrassing!” You whisper.

“Your Highness, it’s okay to have some embarrassing moments. You’ll be seeing us humiliate ourselves during our visitation! Plus, when you marry one of us, we’ll witness many humiliating things. We might as well get used to it or try to,” Tighnari says, smiling at you.

You give the men a weak smile. “Thank you for trying to comfort me. I don’t really know what else to say,” you rub your neck.

“Let’s go put some ice pack on your hand,” Crown Prince Al Haitham says, reaching for your hand and rubbing the area where Juliette whipped your hand.

You wince and pull your hand out from Crown Prince Al Haitham’s grasp. “Yes, we should ice my hand. It’s stinging,” you murmur, hugging your hand to your chest.

You turn around and walk out of the ballroom with the men following behind. Heizou and Itto are fussing over your hand while you allow them to talk your ears off. You can’t help but notice that Juliette had whipped your hand harder than she did the previous times she had done it.

Prince Kaveh nudges Crown Prince Al Haitham. “Were you trying to make a move on Their Highness in front of us?” Prince Kaveh whispers to Crown Prince Al Haitham.

“It seems like it’s a subtle way of showing Their Highness affection in front of every one of us,” General Cyno mutters.

“I think he only did that to make up to Their Highness after getting off on the wrong foot with them the day before,” Prince Kaeya interjects, the corner of his lips quirking up.

The Shogun snorts. “As if that would let him be ahead of us,” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“Out of all of us, who do you think Their Highness is going to pick to be engaged and married to?” Crown Prince Diluc asks.

The question causes everyone to pause in their tracks, you included. The men turn to look at you, waiting for you to answer. You stare back at them, trying to process the question Crown Prince Diluc had asked.

You laugh nervously. “Gentlemen, I only know you all for two days. I still need time to get to know all of you before making a decision,” you say.

Captain Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest. “Fair enough,” Captain Dainsleif says.

“I don’t want to dampen the mood, but let’s be real. Their Highness is going to choose me,” Crown Prince Ajax says, smirking.

Baizhu rolls his eyes. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, shall we?”

You all continue on your walk to the castle’s infirmary. The men behind you, Itto and Heizou, continue to debate on who you’re going to choose to be married to. You’re not entirely sure who you’re going to pick out of everyone. Mainly because you don’t want to break their hearts and because you really do not know who you’re going to choose. So, Your Highness, who are you going to choose out of the twenty-five men around you?

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