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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— as close as strangers + yoichi isagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — while at a bar with your sister, a stranger comes to your rescue and he’s not afraid to come to your defence.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, strangers to lovers, meet cute, reader has a younger sister, weird men at bars (harassment kinda? but it’s minor), pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1.4K.

⭑ notes — thank you nonnie for sending this in!! I got a little itty bit carried away but i hope you like it !! - m.list ✩

unironically, a bar can be one of the most dangerous places on earth. with its overpriced and watered down drinks, loud and disruptive patrons, and not to mention the countless number of men that can’t seem to take a hint. you find the sticky table tops gross and the peanut shells on the floor uncouth but you’re here for your little sister — who wanted no more than drinks and to catch up, filling you in on the details of her latest fling (who she’s sure is the one, despite it being the fifth time) since you returned to Japan.

you work a lot, you travelled abroad for college too so it’s been ages since you’ve last breathed the same air and walked underneath the same sky. you’d feel bad for missing this opportunity to meet someone important in her life while you still had it.

and you love your sister, so while she powders her nose in the bathroom as you both wait for her boy toy, you’ll put up with the stench of beer and the sleazy stranger arms length away from you who just can’t seem to get it through his head that you’re not interested.

“c’mon sweetheart, just one drink. lemme buy you a beer.” the stranger slurs over the top of his own beverage that threatens to spill into you as he encroaches on your personal space.

shaking your head politely, you lean away. “no thank you. i’m not to keen on beer.”

“then whas’ your drink of choice, cutie. let me know what i can get’cha.”

nothing. you refrain from rolling your eyes. nothing that he could afford. grabbing a handful of peanuts to distract yourself, you de-shell them with ease and chew on them to avoid speaking any further.

“no thank you.” you say plainly, reiterating yourself.

he still doesn’t seem to understand, cosying up to your side — his alcohol tainted breath cascading over the shell of your ear. “then let’s get out of here, i’ll get you somethin’ you can really enjoy.”

“i’m waiting on someone.”

“who? a boyfriend?”

“yes,” you lie as easy as breathing — you’re almost certain he wouldn’t leave you alone if he found out you were with your sister. “he’ll be here any minute.”

the stranger lets out a chuff, “i don’t see him, gorgeous girl—“

he reaches for your hand and it causes a wave of uncomfortable goosebumps to rise along your skin. you shudder, hold back a gag, and if only the bartender was closer you could signal for some form of help but you can’t bring yourself to move.

that is until a warm arm slips around your shoulders— and instead of being slimy and unsettling, the presence of this stranger behind you is comforting and safe. “there you are precious, sorry for being so late, i got caught up with work.” this man’s is smoothe like molten chocolate or rather honey running through your ears, and you find yourself enticed — leaning into him as if he’s a safety net.

you turn, only just, catching a glimpse of the stranger’s handsome side profile — his skin is golden, glowing as if it had been blessed by the god’s of the son. his eyes are a blue im a shade that you cannot match, it’s almost unreal to you. his hair his soft, his face calm and again, he feels so safe.

“i missed you,” you breathe the words into existence as if they’re natural, allowing a smile to overtake your features. “it’s okay.”

the dark haired man gives you a firm nod before looking over your head at the drunkard who had been bothering you. he offers a hand to him. “hi isagi… the boyfriend. do we have a problem, here?”

you recognise the name from somewhere but say nothing, letting isagi handle the situation from here.

“n-no sir! i-i’m so sorry i didn’t realise that—“

“good,” isagi’s voice lowers an octave, far less welcoming and kind than when he had initially addressed you as your fake boyfriend. “then next time you’ll take a hint and learn to leave women alone when they tell you no the first time. fucking creep.” he spits, squeezing you into his side protectively.

the stranger’s eyes blow wide and he lowers his head apologetically but you’re too focused on how flustered isagi’s whole act is making you feel. “a-again! i’m really sorry! i’m a huge fan i would never—“

“are you just that dense or do i have to repeat myself? scram.” isagi growls once more and does so until the man that had been bothering you flees the scene. within an instant, the tall dark and handsome man jumps away from you with an apologetic smile — and you embarrassingly admit to yourself how much you miss his embrace. “i am so sorry for touching you without asking. i-it’s just that i could see he was making you uncomfortable and no one else was jumping in so i just—“

turning around to face isagi fully, you shake your head and offer him your brightest grin. “it’s okay, if it hadn’t been for you i don’t know what would have happened. thank you…”

you pause to give him time and isagi trips over his words to give you his full name. “yoichi. yoichi isagi!”

you respond with your own name, trying not to dwell on the familiarity of his.

the pair of you spend the next few minutes chatting about everything and anything. you find out that yoichi likes soccer and has since he was a child. that he was an only child as well, travels a lot and has seen the whole world, though he thinks it gets a little lonely. you shyly admit that you feel the same — especially when work drags you across the globe and away from your family here in Japan.

the flow of your conversation is only interrupted by your little sister emerging from the bathroom excitedly, her nose effectively powdered as she waves an arm at you. “i see you’ve met isagi already!” she beams, sliding into the bar stool on your left while isagi takes your right.

“wait, you two know each other?” you squeak — how mortifying would it be that your younger sibling’s new boyfriend is the man you’ve been crushing on for all of fifteen minutes. “is he…the one?”

the duo share an amused look over the drinks that your new friend had ordered, your sister shaking you as if to snap you out of your trance of crazy. “god no! isagi is way too polite to be my type. my bachira is a little more adventurous!” she rambles, all love sick like. “no offence yoichi!”

“none taken,” he laughs before focusing all of his attention on you , making you squirm under the surface of his ocean blue eyes. “i’m just here for moral support. bachira was nervous about meeting you so i told him to take a lap around the parking lot to calm down before he came in.”

“wait bachira— as in meguru bachira? that one player from the blue lock team? i just styled him for my magazine in the US last month? that’s who you’re dating?” you ramble, eyes wide — which only seems to amuse isagi even more.

“uhuh, and this,” your sister grabs you by the shoulders and rotates you to face isagi, who’s cheeks flush red with nervousness. or shyness. “is yoichi isagi. blue lock’s heart and soul and your date for this evening. you’re welcome!” she sings.

“oh my god! i thought i recognised you! s-she used to have posters of you in our room back when bluelock was streaming!”

“you’re the one that used to kiss them!”

“you’re the one that’s dating his best friend!” you counter her stubbornly, but her attention is quickly stolen away by the world famous dribbler that slips through the doors — bachira’s own face lighting up when he spots her from across the room. your sister melts, running over and jumping into his arms. you can’t help but swoon, realising that whatever she has going on with bachira is obviously more serious than whatever chance at love she’d had before.

they look happy. you’re happy for her. “they’re cute together, aren’t they?” isagi mumbles, elbowing you gently with the wisps of a smile on his lips.

“oh yeah, big time.” you agree, taking a sip of your drink as you scoot closer to japan’s beloved striker. “you’re not mad that he swiped her from right beneath your feet?”

“nah,” yoichi responds simply, scooting closer to you as well. you let your gaze drift over from the happy couple to meet isagi’s fond one, looking down at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “i’d rather have that kind of happy with the girl who was making out with my merch.”

you punch isagi in the shoulder out of embarrassment, and when his timbre laughter fills the room — you can’t help but think you’d want that happiness with him too.

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sugrhigh · 3 months

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NEW HIGHS - ( m.s )

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summary- you and matt are best friends, and though you tell him almost everything, you can’t bring yourself to talk about your love life (or lack thereof). but you get a little too high after a sesh at your place and admit that you’ve never been with anyone before, so matt takes matters into his own hands

warnings- smut ahead people!!, swearing, drug use, oral (fem receiving), fingering, u know the drill

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: SECOND REQ WOOOOO i tried to do it justice, thank you @l1ttlefreakk for the idea!! as always, my inbox is open 💆🏼‍♀️✨ and feedback is always appreciated ILY

you watch the vapor curl up toward the sky, reveling in the light of the almost full moon as you sit in one of the worn folding chairs. it’s cooler out tonight; you can smell the last hints of summer in the air as you sit on your balcony.

matt is beside you, of course. he takes one last drag before handing the freshly-lit joint back to you, trying to avoid getting any ash on his shirt. you take it from him and suck in a big hit, holding the smoke in your throat as he watches.

“jesus, someone’s eager tonight.” he teases, though he does look a little concerned.

you cough a bit as you exhale, trying to ignore the burning in your throat. you know you kept that in for way too long.

“just need a brain break, i think.” you keep your reply vague, even though you know he probably sees through this.

after all, you’ve been friends for over two years now, attached at the hip since you met him and his brothers through a mutual friend.

and he isn’t wrong to call you out. you’ve been frustrated and upset since being ghosted after a first date with a guy you had been talking to. it’s hard to fight the insecurity that’s been weighing you down when you don’t even know what you did.

so you take another hit, desperate to drown out the thoughts that have been plaguing you for days.

“something on your mind?” matt asks as you pass the j back to him, and you shake your head no a little bit too quickly.

“not really.” you lie.

he’s silent for a minute as he puts the filter between his lips to inhale.

“come on, i’m not stupid.” he accuses once he’s finished, and smoke pours out of his mouth as he speaks.

“i promise i’m fine. just leave it.” your voice comes out a bit harsher than intended, and you immediately feel bad for snapping.

he rolls his eyes. “spoken like somebody who’s definitely telling the truth.”

“whatever, give that back to me you dork.”

you pluck the joint from his hand before he can protest, taking a long drag as he frowns at you.

“fine. i’ll get it out of you eventually.” matt shrugs, leaning back in his seat so he can look out at the stars.

you do the same, puffing out clouds that swirl through the air every thirty seconds. you’re a sputtering mess by the time you rotate it back to him, and though it was stupid to pull that many hits in a row, you can already feel the high creeping over your body.

“how was work, though? is your co-worker still a bitch?” he asks before taking a drag.

you laugh softly and shake your head. “work was fine, and yeah, she still sucks.”

“not surprising.”

“tell me about it.”

it’s silent for a bit as you finish the joint, passing it back and forth hit for hit. a few minutes later, he finally reaches over to the little table sitting between you two and snubs it out on your ashtray. you’re already beyond faded, eyes drooping slightly as you stand up.

“midnight gospel time?” matt looks up at you through his lashes, still sitting down.

you extend your hand to him and nod. “midnight gospel time, indeed.”

“hell yeah.” he takes it and you help him up so that you can head back inside.

matt opens the sliding door for the both of you, making a grand gesture indicating that you should go first. he’s grinning all goofy, which makes your own lips part in a smile.

he looks just as high as you feel, blue eyes tinged red as he gazes at you, backlit by the lights of your living room. he’s like an angel, like he’s leading you to heaven. there’s something behind that look too, an emotion you don’t recognize.

“so gracious.” you joke, stepping inside carefully since you can feel yourself wobbling a bit as you move.

“only for you, nerd.”

he closes the door behind you, even flipping off the overhead lights so you guys can get the full effect. you’re already fumbling to type in the show in as he sits down next to you, immediately snuggling up against your shoulder.

“you’re so clingy.” you nudge him slightly with a grin.

“don’t pretend like you love it.” he replies, and he’s right as usual, so you stay silent.

you’ve just put the episode on when matt shifts a little against you and speaks again. “you still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”

your heart is beating out of control, though your body also somehow feels minutes behind your brain. you wish you could just shrink into the couch and disappear, sucking in a breath as you stare at the animation on the tv.

this isn’t what you want to talk about.

“it’s really okay, i’m alright. i’m being stupid.” you say, which immediately makes you feel like an even bigger idiot.

you gave him too much information, and now you can feel him looking at you. it’s impossible to look back.

“come on, since when are you scared to talk to me?” he asks, and you swallow the lump in your throat before finally turning to meet his eyes.

“that’s the whole thing, though. i’m scared.” you admit with a weak shrug.

he tilts his head a little bit, clearly confused. “of what?”

“i don’t know. i’m scared i’m not good enough i guess. that something is like…wrong with me.” you manage to get it all out, even though you hate admitting it.

it just makes you feel pathetic, that you care so much what other people think.

“what do you even mean by that? there’s nothing wrong with you.” matt says softly, and you look down at your hands.

“that’s easy for you to say. i’m old enough to live in my own apartment yet i can’t get a date without it going horribly wrong. i’ve never had a boyfriend, i mean, nobody’s even seen me naked before.”

you’re word vomiting because you’re high as a kite, and even though you trust matt so much, you really wish you could take it all back. it’s even more embarrassing because you know he’s hooked up with girls before, and that he at least has experience.

his fingers sweep up a stray strand of your hair gently before he tucks it behind your ear. the feeling nearly makes you shiver.

“look at me.”

its like a command, as if you can’t do anything but listen. so you turn to him, to those pretty eyes, praying to god he doesn’t make fun of you.

“there’s nothing wrong with you. i hate to say it, but most guys are assholes, and if they’re not obsessed with you it just means they’re not the right one. you are…you’re perfect, i promise.” he gets quiet at the end, letting out a little breath as his eyes dart to your mouth.

he can’t help it. sure, you’re one of his best friends. but you also look so beautiful in the colorful light coming from the tv, with those big red eyes and pouty lips, and he wonders how nobody has ever worshiped you like they should.

“it’s just hard. i don’t want to wait around anymore.” you mumble, low eyes studying his own mouth.

you wonder if he’s a good kisser, which is absolutely not something you should be thinking about right now.

“i can show you.” matt offers, and you swear he got closer without you noticing.

maybe you’re just too faded, but you blinked and now he’s right there, breath fanning over your face.

“would you…do you want to?” you stumble over your words, but it doesn’t phase him.

he leans in slowly, pressing his lips to your jaw, right by your ear. the feeling of his tongue traveling down to your throat makes you gasp softly.

“more than anything.” he answers against your neck before biting down softly on the skin and sucking.

“matt—” you barely choke it out, and his hand goes to your hip, slipping under your shirt.

his fingers slide under the waist of your tiny little biker shorts as his lips work their way back up your jaw, to your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

matt pulls away slightly, nose hovering by yours, waiting for confirmation. you’re the one who ends up leaning in to kiss him, trying to show him how much you want this as opposed to saying it.

you can feel him smiling against your mouth as you move in sync, and you can’t believe you're making out with him right now. his lips are so soft, and your tongues begin to mesh together perfectly as you realize he is indeed a very good kisser.

he draws back again, tracing small circles into your hip with his thumb. his touch is driving you crazy, and there’s a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“i wanna make you feel good.” matt whispers against your lips, placing one more fleeting kiss to your mouth.

“i want that too.”

he’s pulling you up off of the couch almost instantly after you speak, dragging you toward your room like he’s on a mission.

“somebody’s eager.” you callback the same joke from earlier, trying to quell your nerves, and he chuckles lightly.

“you have no idea.”

he leads you through the door over to your bed, spinning you slightly so the back of your legs hit the frame. they buckle, causing you to fall down so your spine presses against the mattress.

matt spreads your legs open with his own knee so he can stand between them as he stares down at you. “you trust me, right?”

“of course.”

“if anything i’m doing gets too uncomfortable, tell me to stop and we can be done. sound okay?” he double checks, and it’s sweet that he’s so concerned.

you hook one of your one of your calves around the back of his own so he’s forced to lean down, hands flat against the bed on either side of your skull, almost like he’s trapping you in.

“show me, matt.” you breathe, and the sound of your smooth voice pleading for more as you gaze up at him with that innocent look sends him into a spiral.

he presses his mouth to yours, peppering kisses across your face and down your neck, on the opposite side as before.

one of his cold hands finds its way underneath your shirt again, traveling to bunch the material up underneath your arms. you help him the rest of the way, and he tosses it to your floor without a second thought.

you’re left in your lacey white bra, and he can see your hardened nipples through the sheer fabric. he’s growing more aroused by the second just looking at you.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” matt asks, lifting you up slightly so he can undo the hooks in the back.

he tears it from your body, and the air that hits your exposed chest brings goosebumps to your skin. his pupils are blown out as he studies your body, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

you loop a finger under his chain and pull him back to you gently, kissing his redden lips because you can’t stand not feeling him in some way.

after a moment his mouth begins to wander again, along your throat to your collarbone, nipping at the skin a bit more roughly now. selfishly, matt is leaving little marks all over you, just so he can tell people they came from him.

he kisses down the valley between your breasts, an unfamiliar sensation that makes your core tingle. then he presses his tongue flat against one of your perky nipples, flicking it back and forth tantalizingly.

“shit—” you let out an involuntary moan, arching slightly against his mouth as he shifts to focus his attention on the other.

you’re already squirming, and he massages your tits as he moves lower, tongue gliding along your stomach until he reaches the band of your pants.

matt looks up at you, so pretty between your legs as his fingers move to tug at the spandex. “is this okay?”

you nod in response, lifting your hips so he can pull them off for you. this is the most vulnerable you’ve ever been, fully revealed now as he slides your matching white panties off with the shorts.

you can feel how desperate you are already, and as much as you want to close your legs you can’t, because matt has already knelt down in between them once more. he wraps both of his arms around your thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he guides them over his shoulders.

“so pretty, so wet for me.” he praises, mouth skimming the inside of your thigh as he moves towards where you need him most.

you can feel the hints of his beard scraping against you skin, admiring the way his tattoos look as his muscles clench around your leg. matt blows against your heat softly, and it makes you shiver in anticipation.

“can’t believe i’m the first one to get to see you all spread out like this.” he mutters, licking his lips before he presses a kiss right to your center.

his tongue works its way between your lips, licking a long stripe up the middle of your cunt at a slow pace. you buck your hips slightly as his mouth reaches a delicate area, hands moving to tangle in his feathery hair.

“y’taste just as good as you look.” his voice vibrates against your core as he buries his face again, and even though his words are so dirty he sounds so fucking sweet.

you’re not even sure exactly what it is that he’s doing, but then he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue flirting with the sensitive bud, and you’re suddenly a groaning mess.

“fuck, matt.” you pant, grinding against his face as he continues eating you out.

he lets go of one leg so he can bring his hand around to tease your entrance. the pressure feels good, too good, and he finally slips a finger inside of you fully. it makes you whimper as he pumps it in and out, mouth still working its magic simultaneously.

your back arches as you tug at his hair, earning a groan out of him. he’s always loved it when people pull on it, but knowing it’s you makes it way more enjoyable. matt can feel himself straining against his sweats now, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re the only thing on his mind.

“more, oh my god, please.” you’re begging now, completely at his disposal, and he loves it.

he listens, sliding another finger inside, curling them just right. you cry out as he finds the perfect spot, and your legs begin to shake against his shoulders.

the delightful combination of his mouth around your clit and his fingers driving in and out of your pussy is bringing you closer to the edge. you can feel your abs seizing up as you begin to shudder, really gripping at his roots now.

“right there, matt, i’m so close.” you whine, which just makes him pick up his pace.

the pleasure is overwhelming, so much so that your eyes screw shut as you arch your back against the mattress, hips moving in tune with his mouth. you feel his fingers collide with that magical spot again and you swear you’re in outer space.

“shit, i’m—”

“come on, pretty girl. come all over my face.” he grumbles into your cunt, pausing for just a second before his tongue flicks against you harder.

you’ve only ever felt this sensation from your own two hands, but holy shit is it way better coming from matt. you finally allow yourself to come undone, a string of moans falling from your lips as he holds your trembling leg steady.

you feel him press one last kiss to your overstimulated clit as you ride out this new kind of high, savoring the fact that he’s the one and only person that’s made you finish.

he stays kneeling between your legs even after you let go of his hair, sucking the taste of you off of his fingers before he wipes at his face with his shirt.

“how was it?” he asks with a smirk, hands trailing up and down your thighs lazily, admiring the small hickeys that have formed along your body.

“i think i just saw god.” you tease, still trying to catch your breath as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“that good, huh?”

the cockiness is clear in his voice, but you don’t mind it at all. after that display, he can be as arrogant as he wants.

“keep in mind i don’t have anything to compare it to.” you warn him playfully.

“we should keep it that way.”

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #female reader #first time #fanfic #oneshot #sturniolo triplets smut

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bendycxmet · 6 months

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Makeup, Makeout—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Relaxing one night with Vash leads you to wanting to do makeup on him, and leads to more than you could have hoped for.

Word Count: ~2.1k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: modern AU, tension, teasing, some heavy making out, makeup, overall fluff

“Yo Wolfwood, you going anywhere today?” Vash peeked into his friend’s doorway.

“Want me out for a specific reason?” inquired Wolfwood from his desk in the corner of his dimly lit room, the only light coming from his computer screen as his lithe fingers danced over the keyboard, furious clicks sounding as he shot away at the enemy team. “Playing hooky? Thought that was my job.” With a quick glance, Wolfwood glanced at his blonde roommate, fidgeting with his vermilion hoodie, shrinking into the cotton material under his gaze.

Wolfwood snickered.

“They’re coming over aren’t they?” Vash sheepishly hummed at his friend’s guess, hinting to him that his guess was right as ever. Wolfwood sighed, pausing his game and removing his headphones so that he can turn to face Vash.

“Vash, when are you two going to finally date each other? We all can only handle so much pining between you two,” he said, referencing the times he, Milly, and Meryl all shared exasperated looks at the only two in the room that didn’t realize they had feelings for each other.

“Give me a break? I don’t even know if they like me!” Vash groaned.

Wolfwood sighed. “Yeah yeah I’ll head out tonight to the girl’s apartment upstairs and give you two lovebirds your time alone.”

Living in the same apartment building as your friend group can really come in handy sometimes. You were more comfortable living with the girls, obviously, since they cleaned up after themselves and weren’t as noisy as the boys rooming a floor away.

“Thank you…I appreciate it. It’s been a long week for them. They just wanted to have a movie night with me. No offense to you guys.” Vash chuckled, not blaming you for wanting to avoid the others, seeing as they were more…energized in their interactions half the time.

“Don’t sweat it. Already knew. Milly and Meryl texted me earlier inviting me to theirs so we could eat out at the new noodle shop since they said they saw how restless you seemed. We all know that means they want some alone time to recharge with their favorite person…” Wolfwood insinuated, winking at Vash. “Don’t have too much fun tonight.”

~~~~~~~

“Can I give you a rocker look?”

“Huh?”

You and Vash were cuddled together on the couch, watching some seasonal movie on TV as the end of the year was finally upon you two. You felt extremely cozy, a large plush blanket covering your body, your arms wrapped around his middle, smushing your face into his shoulder as you peered up at him, his arm softly placed on your back. He could hardly take the way your eyes peered up at him.

It had been rainy that day, thick fluffy clouds slathered across the sky, a cold that licked at your skin all day until the warmth that radiated from Vash chased away the chills you had.

The boys’ apartment, although weirdly put together in their decorations, was welcoming. Vash’s plants lined the wall that welcomed in the sun’s rays the most, not a leaf out of place. Poorly strung lights were loosely strewn across the ceiling, illuminating the living room in a warm glow, reflecting off the group pictures hung on the walls. The sky peeking in through the blinds revealed that it was blue hour, a contrasting gloomy blue to the warm tones of Vash’s apartment. All of these components proved to be a perfect spell for you to fall asleep on his couch. You needed something to wake yourself up.

“Yanno. With makeup,” you deadpanned, as if it was the obvious answer to his bewilderment.

“But…why? We don’t have any makeup here.” Vash tilted his head to the side, looking more like a confused puppy than ever.

“I think you got the perfect face for a rocker look.”

You could never tell him that it’s because he was already gorgeous, you were just curious how much prettier he could be with makeup on.

“Besides, I have my makeup on me right now.”

“...were you planning on this?” Vash teased, squeezing your sides as a toothy grin fought to crack his face. You squealed at his movements, sadly having to wrench yourself from his warmth.

“No! Mmm… maybe… anyways! I thought it would be good practice!” With that, you got up and quickly gathered your supplies from your bag. Black eyeshadow and eyeliner, a simple look that no doubt will send you to your knees once you saw it on him.

“Hmm, ok how should I go about this…” you looked around, first glancing to his bedroom wondering if the dingy light in the bathroom would be enough. Yet, he was much taller than you, so peering up at him would hurt your neck…

“Uhh, we could just do it right here, no? I mean, it’s comfortable,” Vash offered from where he lounged on the couch.

“I guess you’re right!” With that, you plopped yourself down. Only, you don’t know what got into you. Or how shameless you were in that moment. Well, with how you were seated in Vash’s lap, knees on either side of his legs as you rummaged around in your makeup bag.

Vash froze. He was warm before, but now he felt hot. He peered at you as you grabbed a makeup palette, opening it and looking at your options, oblivious to the effect you had on him. You were rambling about how you came across this look, seeing a tutorial online earlier in the day and feeling inspired to try it on him as the guy in the video had similar features to the man between your thighs.

“Ok, ready. Close your eyes for me,” you said, opting to use your finger for the black eyeshadow. Doesn’t need to be perfect.

Vash rushed to close his eyes before you made eye contact, hoping you couldn’t see how wide his eyes became from your previous movements.

You hummed as you gently swiped the pigment onto his pale complexion, perfectly content and focused with the task at hand. Vash fought to keep his breathing under control so as to not reveal how fast paced his heart was, the action proving difficult as he felt your warm breath swoop over his cheeks, the scent that is so uniquely you filling his nostrils, indicating just how close you truly were.

Vash felt you lean back, thanking the heavens he was able to get a second to clear his mind of you. This was short lived as he felt you lean back in.

“Alright, now I need you to open your eyes for me. I gotta do the eyeliner on your bottom lid.” Vash breathed, slowly opening his blue eyes to stare down at a spot on your shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

“Heyy~ I need you to look up now.”

He looked up at the low hanging lights, choosing to focus on one bulb. You went to work again, slowly adding the eyeliner to his lower lids. You were nearly done with the second eye when a shuddering breath reached your ears. The haze in your mind from focusing on applying makeup cleared, a veil seemingly lifted from your senses. When had you gotten so close?!

Shit. Vash nearly made it through your routine, just up until you leaned impossibly closer to him. The moment the warmth radiating off your face connected with his, your chest flattening against his, he couldn’t help the staggering breath that left him. The position you two were in was becoming too intimate.

You took a deep breath before taking in the sight before you. Damn, you did a good job. The onyx pigmentation contrasted perfectly with everything that is Vash. His fair skin. His wonderfully blue eyes that were always regarding you with such kindness and reverence. He was a sight to behold. He was hot.

Your senses were completely engulfed by Vash, your surroundings blurring. His light floral scent, his warmth that came from where you two were touching, his wet, slightly parted lips…his heaving chest… wait. What the hell is going on?

It was finally then that you realized what you had been up to for the past five minutes. You were seated, too comfortably, in his lap. Your proximity to him could be labeled as promiscuous with how your thighs were hugging his.

“O-Ok, I think I’m done. You’re making me jealous! How dare you have better eyelashes than me. Anyway, you look really cool! Let’s go look in the mirror!” you rambled, reeling from your revelation.

Get out. Abort. Move away, goddammit! You’re cutting it close! Your mind all but screamed at you.

You went to push away from him, but you found yourself not budging an inch. Confused, you looked down, seeing Vash’s lean arm grasping your back, keeping you close to him.

~~~~~~~

“You’re a coward.”

“Excuse you?!” screamed Vash, his words slurred as Wolfwood kept him upright on their walk home from the club.

“All that liquid courage and you didn’t make a single damn move on them?? No matter how drunk everyone in that club was, people could tell how in love you two were!” Wolfwood pressed.

The group had gone out on a chilly Saturday night, searching for a fun time, choosing to head into a local club, where they all got positively hammered. Everyone had several rounds of tequila, you and Vash taking the lead and stumbling on the dancefloor. The entire night, the remaining crew rolled their eyes at your blatant affection for one another. Your hands were around Vash’s neck, his hands protectively encircling your back as you two danced song after song, bodies closely swaying to the beat, in your own worlds until Vash had to run to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach.

“We were just dancing, like everyone else!” Vash yelled.

“If only you saw it from our point of view…prove me wrong. Next time.”

“Whaa…?”

Wolfwood breathed a sigh of relief as they entered their apartment building.

“Next time you’re that close to them, make a move. Normal friends don’t usually get that close to each other. Time and time again.”

Although Vash was drunk out of his mind that night, he managed to catch every single one of Wolfwood’s critiques. Wolfwood’s recommendation managed to lodge itself in the recesses of his mind.

~~~~~~~

His pupils were dilated, probably matching the way yours looked at that moment. You shuddered as his hand slowly moved up to caress the back of your head. You didn’t dare move away this time.

Make a move. Wolfwood’s words echoed once again in his head.

Yeah, maybe I will. With that final thought, he closed the tiny distance you had created.

Warm. That’s all you felt in that moment. You had imagined countless times what it would feel like to finally kiss him, but none of your childish fantasies lived up to this moment. His plump lips were soft as they moved against your own, pulling gasps and full-body shivers from you. He angled both your heads, deepening the kiss. He groaned at your reciprocation, the arm around your waist squeezing you tighter against him, unknowingly brushing you against his hips. Your arms went to hug his shoulders at the same time his hand came up to carefully cradle your jaw, his thumb swiping across your cheekbones. You were panting into his mouth at this point, all oxygen leaving your body at the deep kisses he was giving you, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip as a heads up before delving in to explore and get to know a new part of you.

He’s gonna be the death of you.

He hoped you could understand him. In the kisses he gave you, he hoped you could hear his confessions of love and admiration he has harbored for you, his apologies for taking so long to give them to you. One day, he would say them out loud. Not today, though. What you both needed at this moment was each other’s physical presence finally molding and mixing together.

~~~~~~~

3am. That’s gotta be enough time for those lovebirds. Wolfwood sleepily pondered, key turning in the lock to his shared apartment.

"Let us know how they are! They haven’t responded to our texts for awhile now. That’s gotta mean something!" The girls’ voice rang in the back of his head. Crossing the threshold, Wolfwood’s eyes immediately fell on the pair on the couch.

He snickered. You were in a peculiar position, arms and legs wrapped around Vash’s hips and waist, your sleeping face tucked into his neck, soft, even breaths occasionally blowing against the blonde’s skin. It was as if your unconscious body was unwilling to let go of Vash now that you finally had him. Your head failed to cover the circular bruises littered on Vash’s neck, your own neck mirroring his.

Vash shyly met Wolfwood’s eyes. Although the room was dimly lit, Wolfwood could see Vash’s face had been beet red.

“You two really are idiots.”

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chuuyanakaharalegalwife · 7 months

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Your Umbrella (Dazai x Reader)

I love him. My baby, my love, my sunshine is safe and happy in my bed.

Wrote this before watching today's new episode! This feels rushed because I was too excited for the new episode to wait to write it out. Sorry babes, Dazai is my top priority.

Post episode Mars: I giggled and kicked my feet like a little girl! That was some gay shit, but HELLO DAZAI IS ALIVE! My babyboo ahh.

(Also did you guys see the chapter236 JJK leaks?! I shall write for Gojo...I'm coping)

Writing is how I cope.

In which we talk with Dazai while we both overlook the setting sun (see what I did there hehe)

Bye now - Mars ♡

Together on a bench, onlooking the sunset, you and Dazai sat in silent. The rays of the warm sunlight pleasant on your skin and face. The clouds, a pretty colour of orange and yellow. The blue contrast of the sky blended nicely.

“Why are you a detective?” you asked Dazai, you were in a sulky mood today, you felt… drifty, for lack of a better word. It was one of those days where you wake up and question your existence. Why were you you? Why did you want to do this job? Why did your life turn this way?

Dazai shifted his gaze to you, his eyes looking at yours. He let out a silent sigh before giving you a smug smile.

“Don’t I look like I belong here? Plus it’s quite interesting” He looked up at the pretty clouds and then muttered under his breath, “This job comes naturally to me”

“Brushing my teeth comes naturally to me but that’s because I’ve done it a million times” you stated, and you heard him chuckle.

“I suggest you don’t compare your little daily routine to my life darling” he snorted, eyes still on the sunset.

“Do you take pride in your job?”, you continued to probe. Your mind was curious, but your heart wasn’t. Your heart feared triggering him and making him angry, a product of your own troubled past. But you knew Dazai, you wanted to believe you did, and he wouldn’t snap like that. He was too much of an unserious person. But what if?

Dazai gave a small nod, confirming your assumption. He turns to look at you, “it’s because of my job that I’ve been able to accomplish many things” his smile smug, “Impressive, yes? Heh.”

“Many things like?” You seem to not take the hint to not go further but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Handling guns” he jokes and you chuckle, it wasn’t even funny. His voice just made everything sound giddy.

“Have you accomplished happiness?” you tilt your head and look back at him.

Dazai freezes up but quickly basks it with a little laugh and turns backed to face the sun. A desperate attempt to avoid your eyes. “Do I look unhappy?” he muses, his voice teasing.

“I’d rather not judge a book by its cover. You tell me.”

Dazai laughs, “What a curious thing you are, asking me such a thing” he smiles, it’s not pretty you think.

“Should I be irritated by your little question or find it funny how straightforward you are” He asks you with a little smirk. When you don’t answer and just stare at him, he adds “Happiness had abandoned me, I’ll say, a very long time ago.”

Abandonment? Was this the closest Dazai will ever allow you to be? Desperate and lovesick, you grabble at any piece of crumbs he gives. It’s pathetic. You attempt to keep your cool, but you’re sure he knows how you really feel. He seems to always know everything.

“Doesn’t that contradict the philosophy ‘Happiness is found inside of us’?”

Dazai glances at you for a moment, then back to the sun, he let out a small hum of interest. You really had a way of surprising him, not that he’d ever let you know that.

“I suppose so, however the happiness I’m searching for cannot be reached. I assure you that.”

You stole a glance at his face, he seems to be reminiscing on something. Or maybe that was just another façade to lead you astray from his true feelings.

“Why not?”

With a bit of hesitation, he smiles, eyes bright. A change that catches you off guard, Dazai shifts closer to you. The edge of his trench coat brushing up against your pants. He lowers his voice several octaves, almost in a forbidden whisper, “Because I am searching for one thing that cannot be obtained.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “And what’s that? Dinosaurs?”, a futile attempt to lighten up the conversation. You wanted so badly a shred of him, the real him, but now that you think you’re getting it, you’re not sure. You’re running away.

Dazai laughs amused by your response, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he closes them, letting the laughter overtake him. “Good observation, but no” he clicks his tongue playfully, “To put it simply. I am searching for one thing to fill…” he sighs out and shakes his head a little.

“Ah” he giggles, “I’m not sure what I’m searching for” he deflects. He doesn’t know if he should share, if he could bare to say it out loud. Because to say it out loud would mean to admit it. To acknowledge it.

Bullshit. You knew it was a lie. He was a liar. Damn your heart for falling for him.

Looks at him, “It’s okay” you said with a sigh, “I’m searching for myself in a way,” you decided to turn the conversation on you to avoid going to go down the road of awkwardness.

“The thing…I’m searching for doesn’t exist, love doesn’t exist.” He sounded like he was in pain. Like it pained him to say that. To tell you that. You find yourself feeling guilty, did you pressure him?

“Love isn’t limited, so again, why?” you continue.

Once again for the multiple time, Dazai laughs “Curious little thing indeed” he turns to look at you, “Think you have a chance, Bella?”

You find your face heating up and keeps your eye on the sun to avoid his gaze.

“Do you think you could meet my standards? They’re quite high” he teases and once again you think he’s deflecting. A big distraction to avert your eyes from peering at him.

He holds his head up high, his gaze on you unwavering. You aren’t looking at him, but the intensity of his eyes pins you to this old bench.

“Are they high to protect your heart?” you blurt you before you even knew what you were saying. “Sorry!” you instantly apologize.

Dazai was surprised by your statement, yes that was exactly what it was. He stayed silent for a moment, contemplating your words. “Perhaps,” he sighs, shall I take a chance? He questions himself, a battle between his brain. “I have set out expectations that I’m even unsure about myself.” He spoke and then stayed silent. He waited for your next words. His heart was pounding yet his face had a smug smile.

“Expectations are like umbrellas, they stop rain and sun from reaching us” you state, and then laughs.

“Indeed, but what’s your point?”

“Rain is like pain, yes your umbrella, your walls, protect you from it” you cross a leg over the next, eyes drinking in the sunlight. “But you miss out on the warm sun too.”

Dazai ponders to himself for a moment. It appears you’ve managed to grasp a greater sense of him. Did he underestimate you? No, he wouldn’t be so careless. “Quite the profound analogy you have there, it’s fascinating.” He smiles at you, “How did you come to this conclusion, might I ask?”

“You know, I like sun especially in the mornings and evenings, it’s like a warm hug” you fiddle with your shirt, “but I also like rain, though sometimes storms are too harsh for my umbrella.”

Dazai observed you for a while, the silence between you two comfortable. He noticed the light pink tinting your cheeks and the way you avoided his eyes. You had intrigued him, maybe he truly had a soft spot for you.

The silence was not comfortable for you, did you overstep? Did he find your analogy dumb? Your mouth acted on its own, “I always use my umbrella” you stated, “But one harsh storm broke it, and I was drenched with a skeleton of an umbrella” your eyes have this faraway look, he notes.

“And then the sun hit me and I wasn’t ready and I was scared” you breathe out, closing your eyes. Dazai thinks the sight is better than the setting sun, “But it dried up my wet clothes and wet skin and wet hair. It felt warm and…yellow” you laugh softly, “yellow is such a beautiful colour, yes?”

He hums, “Are you saying that you decided to get rid of your protection and walk and bask in the sunlight that you so adore” his voice is light and teasing. His eyes laser focused on you as if you’d burst open and come up with a new revelation.

“Yes, sun being metaphor for love. Rain for pain, umbrella for protective walls and wet for I guess, depression?” you break down your words, trying to make him understand. He already understands, he just loves your voice so much.

“To translate from my understanding, you’re saying you choose love regardless of the costs?” you nod.

“You fascinate me,” he admits boldly, “Do you have someone in mind?”

“Someone in mind?”

“For love, the person you choose will be a caliber of that, do you?” He shifts his eyes to the clouds. A blissful sight.

“When I say sun is love I don’t speak of lovers. I would say I’m my own sun. A lover would be a mirror, reflecting to me how bright my own sun shines.” Your lips presses together into a thin line.

“A mirror, I see” he chuckles. “Oh, you curious little thing” he smiles.

“Then can we test this?”

“Test what?”

“Let go of your umbrella and let me be your mirror,” he takes a hold of your hand, “Belladonna,”

“Osamu”

His heart stops when you whisper his given name. It sounded so beautiful falling from your lips. “Say it again” he leans in and connects your lips together.

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chvnnie · 1 year

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hwang hyunjin x reader

word count: 4.8k

genre: angsty smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non-modern au (1940 movie star!hyunjin), smoking (cigarettes), forbidden love, dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, infidelity, mentions of drugs and alcohol, hyunjin gets his feelings hurt, oral (f receiving), gentle dirty talk, breath play, unprotected sex (no don't even think about it), creampie, i thiiiink that's all! if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: it's lonely being famous

a/n: do not ask me how many times i listened to ceilings while writing this (hence the title), you don't want to know. post concert depression has hit her HARD. also not me coming up with this idea during muddy water i'm-

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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Though it’s only an hour or so past midnight, there’s a tinge of purple in the dark sky. Stars freckle the light color, illuminating the tiny balcony where the movie star stands. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he finally gets a match to strike. Cupping the flame to avoid losing it (again), he brings it to the end.

The taste of tobacco hits his tongue, threatening to overpower the lingering flavors of you. He’s careful to savor it, not wanting it to slip from him. Greedy would be a good word to describe him; even if it would only take roughly thirty steps to get his fill, missing it even a bit would be a tragic loss.

Head rolled back, he lets his eyes shut as he exhales the smoke into the November night. A rumble fills the space around him, thunder warning him that his time is limited. It won’t be long until the few raindrops that he’s felt become more powerful. Falling in heavy waves, filling the alley below his townhome with a mild flood.

He’s in no rush. Nothing compares to a cigarette with a hint of you.

The glass doors open with a creak, warmth spilling from the inside. “Are you not cold?”

Hyunjin smiles to himself before turning to face you. His white dress shirt is baggier on you than it is him, the scent of his cologne rolling off it. Your hair is a bit messy, disheveled from the silk sheets. Makeup is smeared under your tired eyes in a way that he thinks is charming.

“I thought you were sleeping.” He responds before taking another long drag.

“I was.” With your thumb and pointer finger, you take the cigarette from him and bring it to your own lips. “It’s hard when the bed is empty.”

There’s no way to stop the chuckle that leaves his lips. “I’m sorry, love. I just assumed you were used to it.”

The joke is in poor taste, and frankly he wouldn’t blame you if you put the cigarette out on his face. Instead you give a dry laugh, rolling your eyes as you inhale the sweetly poisonous smoke. “Doesn’t mean I like it.”

His motions are gentle. Cupping your face, using his thumbs to both brush your hair back and stroke the apples of your cheeks. Your pretty eyes blink up at him, stars reflecting in their depths. Out of all the wonders he experiences, you are his favorite.

“I just wanted a smoke.” Hyunjin says in a low whisper. “I promise to be back soon.” It’s locked in with a kiss to each cheek, and one between your eyebrows.

Something he’s learned from living in the public eye is that a lot of things are fleeting. Words are empty, nobody really trusts anybody for all the right reasons. Everybody wants something from him, all for their own benefit.

But not you. You’re the most honest thing in his life.

Taking a step out of his hold, you give a warm smile. “You better, or I’ll push you off this balcony.”

“As is your right, love.”

And then you’re gone, the ghost of your perfume left to surround him when the doors shut. The wind steals it from him too soon, the loneliness that remains all consuming. What’s the point of this life if without you, everything is worthless?

Hyunjin smokes the cigarette down to the end, stubbing it out on the metal railing. The bud falls over the edge, landing in the tiny puddle the rain has made.

His shirt is crumpled on the floor again. On the bed, you lay bare on your stomach, facing away from the balcony door. The sheets sit on your hips, entire back lit by the few remaining candles. Flames dance as Hyunjin walks past them, slowly stripping himself of the robe he only put on to step outside in. The last thing the papers need are pictures of his form decorating them.

The bed shifts under his weight, knees on the mattress as he moves to lay behind you. Resting on his left arm, Hyunjin carefully brushes your hair off your shoulders. Giving him space to pepper kisses across your warm skin.

“I know you’re awake.” He whispers near your ear, delighted when he’s rewarded with a sea of goosebumps. “Pay attention to me, darling.”

Carefully, you turn your head to face him. “I told you I can’t sleep in an empty bed.”

The city whispers rumors of his lover. A faceless woman some claim to have seen in passing — sneaking into his car late at night, glances of her stealing cigarettes from the star behind his trailer.

Hyunjin rests his head on your pillow, hooking his arm around your waist. “I’m here. Why don’t you sleep now?”

It’s almost like she’s a ghost. Even he denies her existence; laughing off the accusations even when it comes from his closest friends. How cliche of a thought; the movie star with a normal lover, one who seems to blend in with every crowd.

You shift in the bed, letting your legs tangle with his. Fingers softly stroke his cheek, pushing the dark strands out of his eyes. “Because you’re here.”

But you’re not normal. If those who speak of you knew of you, everything he’s worked so hard for would be ripped from his hands-

The taste of you greets him once again, tongues dancing to a rhythm only the two of you can hear. With great care, you cup his face. Letting your bodies become one as you inhale him like a warm cigarette on a cold autumn’s night.

-and you truly would become a ghost to him.

With great care, Hyunjin uses his hold on you to roll you onto your back. It would be a tragedy to break a kiss this heated, lips locked in as he climbs atop you. Your legs spread, welcoming him into your space once again.

Fingers tangle in his dark locks, tugging with every nip on your lip. His large hand splays across your left hip, firmly pressing with his palm to keep you pinned to the bed. When his thumb strokes just above your mound, he feels the goosebumps rise under his touch.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He whispers into the kiss, your whimpers making his lips vibrate.

“Always.”

His hand dips lower, fingertips stroking your inner thigh. So close to your heat, he’s practically aflame.

“Say it.”

In a life full of luxuries, anything he wants within reach, there’s only one thing he’ll ask for. Every single time, needing it more than the breath in his lungs.

You break the kiss, making sure to meet your eyes as you give him a smile the sun is jealous of. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Everywhere. All the time.”

With that, his hand creeps down your leg until it finds your knee. Hiking it up as Hyunjin slides down the bed, taking only a moment to breathe before kissing down your thighs. He adjusts the other leg, making sure both feet rest on his shoulders before completely losing himself.

The taste of you is sweet. Painstakingly careful, he draws a line from your clit to your entrance, making sure to savor every drop of you. Nothing quite compares to this; the soft noises you make when his tongue circles your hole, the twitching of your toes on his shoulder blades.

What a shame it would be to waste something as delectable as you.

As he groans, his hands wrap around your ankles. Keeping you from squirming out of his grasp. “Fuck, I love this cunt.” He pulls back just to spit directly on your clit, huffing a laugh when your hips roll in response. “You're dripping all over my bed, sweetheart.”

God, he’s in love with you. The way you roll your head, the hands cupping your breasts. Gently, your thumbs press down on your nipples, mimicking the motion in which Hyunjin always touches you. Firm, fast, light. Enough to make your hole flutter around nothing.

“Sorry.” You exhale a shaky breath that quickly turns into a moan when he starts drawing hearts with his tongue. “Can’t help m-myself.”

“Of course you can’t.” He mocks, applying a bit more pressure with his licks. From the way you start to twitch, knees touching above your head, it’s obvious how close you are. Overstimulated from the unwavering attention he gave you earlier this evening.

You cry out his name in the most beautifully desperate way, back arching as your nails start to dig into your soft skin. Unspoken pleas and warnings; he needs to let you cum. You need him.

“Again.” Hyunjin commands. “Louder.”

Over and over, his name is shouted. Even as your voice begins to crack, the intensity of your orgasm almost too much for your body to handle, you don’t stop screaming.

Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin.

Rolling off your tongue like it’s meant to be.

///

There’s a ray of sunlight where your body should be. It bleeds in from the velvet curtains, illuminating the emptiness of the star’s bed. Mindlessly, he traces the sheets, up and down and up and down. Wishing the warmth was coming from your skin and not the silk.

Hyunjin knew you would be gone in the morning. You always are; before the moon even fully disappears. Despite his begs, the dire need to wake up next to you, this is the way it has to be. To protect not only his reputation, but yourself.

Every time you leave, he can’t help but wonder if it was a dream. Were you ever really here? Or just a figment of his imagination — the results of a high that leaves him feeling numb.

But then he gets up. There’s the crumpled shirt, the smell of cigarettes and your rose perfume clinging to the fabric. In the bathroom, there are tissues. Stained with lipstick and eyeliner. The towel you used, your hair on his brush. Little reminders that you were here. Real. His, even if only for a brief moment.

And his heart crumbles all over again, crying as the shower starts to turn cold. When you sneak out his backdoor, you’re no longer his. Lost to a world that doesn’t deserve you, a home that doesn’t love you in all the ways he does.

Out of his grasp. A memory, nothing more.

He stands under the water until his skin is numb, eyes burning from the stream of tears that don’t seem to have an end. The morning is a blur; he isn’t sure when he washed his face, or brushed his teeth. He doesn’t remember picking up the shirt you wore just hours later, putting it on to be surrounded by you yet again. How long has he been sitting in traffic?

Does it matter?

Dark shades protect his eyes as he walks through the lot. The gazes of staff, costars, and the production team are heavy on him. Conspiracies whispered among them; is he high again? Maybe drunk? Both?

If only they knew how sober he actually was.

The trailer door slams loud enough to startle his friend, jumping a bit in his seat and making him drop the book in his hand. Sighing, the blonde runs his fingers through his hair. “Jin, you made me lose my spot.”

He pushes his sunglasses up, rubbing his eyes with the heels on his palms. After months in this trailer, he can navigate it with ease, finding his chair without even opening his eyes. “Sorry, Lix.”

With a sigh, the younger man flips through the book, so worn out it’s practically falling apart his hands. “You’re late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Felix hums as he finds his place, folding the corner so he doesn’t lose it again. “Is that why you reek of perfume?”

Hyunjin can’t even find it in himself to entertain his jab, nose twitching as he wills himself to keep composure. It’s not like he’s worried about crying in front of his friend, but what his team will think when they walk in. The inconsolable lead actor, hardly able to take a breath. The glass shards of his heart surrounding him, turning to dust over a woman who isn’t even his.

“It’s getting harder and harder to cover for you.” Felix says as he throws a robe at him, a silent gesture to start getting changed. “Nobody is happy about you running late so frequently.”

Shaky fingers work on his shirt buttons, praying that your scent lingers on his skin. It keeps him sane. “Yeah, well without me there’s no movie.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to show up well past your call time.” Felix waits for his friend to put on the robe, plopping back down in the chair as he reaches for the straightener. “There were so many people looking for you today. I fucking lost count of who came in and out. The director even sent his wife-“

Everything that comes after that is lost, Hyunjin’s body turning cold as he starts to get dizzy. His mind tumbles with questions. When? For how long? Why?

If he spent less time in the shower, would he have been here when you came looking for him?

“-and I’m running out of excuses. If you want to keep this job-“

“I’ll apologize.” Hyunjin says firmly, taking slow breaths to try and steady his heart rate. “And get my shit together.”

He can’t tell if the apology is genuine, or to get his friend to quiet down so he can think. Frankly, he doesn’t care. You were here, looking for him — and he knows it’s not because you were told to. Risking exposing the little secret you two have been so careful about keeping.

The first time he kissed you, it was raining. The clouds were so dark, day could easily be mistaken for night. Your lips were like clouds, so soft and easy to fall into. Hyunjin cupped your face, feeling your cheeks squish between his fingers. When your lips touched his, he knew it was over for him. Though he swore he wouldn’t fall in love with you, he was doomed from the beginning.

When those three words were whispered to him, Hyunjin knew for certain. You were meant to be his, he yours. Nothing was right until you.

The speed in which he readies himself is impressive, out the trailer before an assistant can even time check him. You’re sitting by your husband when he walks on set, looking over the man’s shoulders as your eyes follow his movement. He only counts to four before you excuse yourself, making a beeline to the catering table.

Acting like he doesn’t even notice you, Hyunjin stops beside you. Pretending to consider the pastry options.

“I came for you.” Your voice is but a whisper, almost lost in the chatter of the set. “Only Felix was in your trailer.”

“I missed you, too.” He’s smooth with his words, finally picking up a chocolate croissant. “If I knew you were planning on being here, I would’ve got here on time.”

The sigh you give is cute. Hyunjin can’t help the smile it brings him. “I wasn’t. I’m only here because he asked.”

No context is needed. The star can feel the director’s eyes burning holes into his back. “What a good wife you are.”

The two of you don’t exchange eye contact, dancing around the table as if you’re only there to grab a snack.

“He noticed I was gone.” You say as you fill a styrofoam cup with hot water.

“Hm, for once? How kind of him to not be distracted by a model this time.”

The laugh you give is dry. “At least I have the decency to hide my affair.” Oh. Ouch. There’s an ache in his chest that stings more than he could even imagine — that can’t be all you are to him, can it? “Meet me in your trailer after your scene?”

Hyunjin simply nods before bringing his cup of coffee to his lips. “You look cute in that dress.”

How many times does he have to watch you walk away? Giving your husband the most obnoxious fake smile as you hand him his tea, accepting a kiss to your cheek as a thank you.

Maybe Hyunjin doesn’t want this croissant.

Seconds feel like hours, the actor finding it hard to focus on the scene. His head keeps spinning, you in the center of it. Unwanted thoughts keep plaguing his mind; maybe you are just an illusion, the love he thought you shared nothing but a fantasy. He loves you so much that it physically hurts, the hole in his chest when you’re away like pure torture.

When he can steal glances at you, he does. Always focused on him, even if you’re tucked into your husband’s side. Almost as if you’re taunting him — look what you can never be.

Claws dig into his brain, gashing it open in slow swipes. With each gaping wound comes a blood curdling screams that only he can hear. It’s loud in his mind, reality out of his grasp as the painful emotions begin to swallow him whole. With all eyes on him.

The clapperboard barely cuts through the noise, announcing the end of his scene. Before the director can even dismiss him, Hyunjin is walking out the door. It doesn’t matter that people are staring, whispering about the little scene he’s caused by storming off.

He just needs out. He needs you.

Once he steps in the trailer, the costume is torn off him, the buttons ripping as he shreds it from his body. There’s little care for it — spending another second in those clothes means pretending he’s someone he’s not. And he can’t deny himself any longer.

His back is turned to the door when you open it quietly, clicking the lock the second it’s shut. “Hyunjin, that was—“

Slowly, he turns to face you. The emotion on his face is raw; eyes red with tears, face twisted in pain. When you meet his eyes, you stop cold. Frozen by the makeup table.

“Do you love me?”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “What are you talking about? Of course I do—“

“Do you love me?” He repeats the question in a broken voice, taking slow steps towards you. Fear starts to blossom in your wide eyes, backing up as he gets closer to you. It’s only when you hit the table that you stop, allowing him to close in on you. “Or are you using me?”

The shock in your expression is earnest, incapable of believing what’s coming from your lover’s mouth. “Why would you think that?”

“At least I have the decency to hide my affair.” He repeats your words from earlier, hands slamming on the table by your sides. There’s nowhere for you to run; you’re caged in.

“Hyunjin.” Your voice is dripping in hurt. “I love you—“

“Answer the fucking question!” He’s careful not to shout at you, but still raises his voice. Needing you to understand the severity of this.

He hates the way you’re looking at him. Lip wobbling, tears running down your cheeks. Never did he dream of making you feel like this, of being the cause of your pain. It’s like someone is ripping his heart out and stomping on it — but he has to know, so he can tear himself out of this existence.

“Yes.” You exhale shakily, hiccups building in your throat. “Fuck, Hyunjin, I love you more than anything.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Leave him, and stay with me.” It’s Hyunjin’s turn to cry, sniffling as the pain releases down his flushed cheeks. All the bottled up thoughts, the words he’s never said — it all begins to spill, falling like the rain that hit his window as he made love to you last night.

“B-but, your career. You’ve worked so hard—“

“And none of it matters it if you’re not here.” A shaky hand cups your face, gently brushing the tears away. “If I have to wake up without you one more time, I fear I won’t survive.”

It’s always been obvious that he’s in love with you, but never has he bared his soul quite like this. All of it, no longer buried inside him. No longer protected. Yours to cherish, yours to break. Every ounce of him has always been yours.

He can hear the wheels turn in your head. All of the options carefully weighed as you scan his face. The longer your silence continues, the more his fear grows. Crawling up his body like a poison ivy, every inch of his skin on fire as the chance of losing you increases.

You sigh before breaking eye contact, and it’s over. He can feel it — all a dream, never a reality. The ghost of you is haunting him already.

“Why do I keep leaving you to wake alone-“ You grab his free hand with both of yours, cupping it as if it was made of glass. “-when I dread it just as much myself?

His sight follows yours, catching one last look at the ring on your finger before it falls to the floor. The love and home you built with a man that wasn’t him gone with a light thud.

For once, in the entirety of the time he’s known him, you’re finally all his.

In unison, you both look up. Meeting each other’s gaze once more; only this time, there’s no pain. No anger, no confusion. In that space is a love nobody in this eternity ever has, or ever will experience.

You are better than anything he could dream. Than any writer could ever create. Even the stars are jealous of the wonder you hold.

And you’re all his.

When he kisses you, it’s better than any you’ve ever shared before. There’s no barrier, nothing that’s going to take you from him after you lay together. It’s like experiencing you for the first time all over again, and he’ll be damned to take it for granted.

Grabbing your hips, he lifts you up just a bit to put you on the makeup table. Once sat, your legs hook around his waist, pushing your bodies so close together that they threaten to become one. Your head tilts back, allowing Hyunjin to deepen the kiss. It’s sloppier than usual, the excitement too hard to contain. He smiles into the kiss, eagerly letting his tongue tangle with yours.

The trailer is scolding hot on this cool November afternoon, the windows steaming from your combined body heat. As the kiss moves to your jaw, your nails dig into his back, slowly raking down until your fingers brush the waistband of his boxers.

Hyunjin considers himself to be a respectful, honorable man. Even though he’s sleeping with another man’s wife, he’s always been careful not to leave marks. He has some respect; or at least, he used to. Now he’s nipping at your jaw, not caring about the bruises he leaves.

“Tell me, darling.” His voice has dropped an octave, low and almost chilling. “How often did you let him touch you after I did?”

You shake your head, gasping when you feel his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. “N-never. It's only ever been you.”

He can’t even fathom how any man could share a bed with you and not want to worship every inch of you. What an absolute joke of a husband — but at least he was kind enough to save you for Hyunjin.

His fingers hook onto your silk panties, tugging them off with a strength that pulls you to the edge of the table. “Good. I don’t like to share.”

It’s very likely that he is biased, but Hyunjin thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. The way your soft lips part in surprise every time his hand wraps around your throat, the insatiable desire burning deep in your eyes — oh, he’ll never tire of making you react like this.

Your panties fall to the ground, landing close by the abandoned wedding ring. The grip he has on you is intense; palm pressing hard enough to make your lips tingle, little whimpers leaving them as you push his boxers down. His cock catches on the waistband, springing up when fully released and hitting his lower abs.

Are you already drooling? How precious.

Hyunjin collects your spit with his thumb, shoving it back into your mouth. “Don’t be so messy, love.”

An apology vibrates against his thumb, only to be cut short by a low moan when the head of his cock starts to tease your folds. There’s something about his touch that drives you wild, a feral force driving you to start shaking as you buck your hips.

He takes the thumb out of your mouth, letting the pretty sounds fill the trailer. All it takes is a raise of his brows for you to start begging, damn near incoherent.

“Please, Jinnie.” You whine. “I n-need you.”

“And I, you.”

It only takes one fluid thrust to fill you to the brim; the width of his cock gives you a delightfully painful stretch. As you cry in pleasure, he playfully chuckles, bucking in even though there’s no more space. Just so you can feel all of him.

“Just like that.” Hyunjin says, capturing your lips for a quick kiss. “Make all those pretty noises for me, love.”

And with that, he pulls back until just the tip is inside you. Your cunt flutters around him, so eager for him even after a small taste. The strength in which he slams into you makes the table shake, the trailer creaking from the movement.

Hyunjin has fucked you in here a number of times, always making sure to be as inconspicuous as possible. Not wanting to give more fuel for the rumors.

Now, he’s pouring the gas over it, and will even light the flame himself.

The rhythm he picks is rough; squeezing your neck tighter with each brutal movement. He’s sure you leave bruises all over you. Neck, hips, legs. All reminders that he’s the only person for you.

A delightful scream, followed by a precious giggle, alerts Hyunjin of your soft spot. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, clinging to his sweaty body as he makes a point of hitting it again.

“H-hyunjin.” You pant, barely able to form words. “Good, good-“

“Oh?” He snakes a hand between your bodies, only barely touching your clit. Just the featherlight touch makes you twitch. “You’re so sensitive, baby. Were you that hungry for my cock?”

He doesn’t have to look at you to know the expression you’re wearing — eyes shut, drool rolling down your chin. Fucked dumb so easily, it’s almost comical. Deciding that words are too hard, you nod as your moans increase in volume.

God, Hyunjin loves you so fucking much.

It doesn’t take much more for you to start to cry, the orgasm building faster than he can fuck you. Grabbing the nape of your neck, he pulls your head up despite your protest.

“Where?” He asks through shaky breaths, his own stomach starting to twitch.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, staring at him with empty doe as you lock your legs shut. And clench.

It was your one rule. You can fuck, you can fall in love, but Hyunjin cannot cum in you. It was the one boundary you set, and he was nothing but respectful of your wishes.

So to know that this is now what you want, making it almost impossible for him to pull out—

“Fuck, kiss me.” He growls, slamming your lips against his own. The second you cum around his cock, he releases into you, finally making you his own.

Limply you cling to him, whining as he pulls out of you. When the kiss breaks, your head returns to his shoulder. Clinging to him as if your life depends on it.

Hyunjin loves you from the table, lying you down on the cool leather couch. When he tries to release you, you begin to cry in protest.

“Shh, darling.” He says with a fond chuckle. “I’m just going to get you some water. I’ll be back.”

You’re asleep before he even gets his robe on. Before leaving, he picks up a bit. Returns the makeup to the table, finds your ring. Stuffs the panties in his pocket.

It’s a quick, brisk walk back to the set. A red light warns him that the cameras are rolling, yet he walks in without a care.

After all, without him, there’s no movie.

The director yells for the scene to end with an annoyed tone, turning his head to glare at whoever just interrupted the otherwise smooth scene. Hyunjin only smiles as he approaches him, the smell of sweat and sex rolling off his body.

It’s a wordless exchange — digging in his pocket, the actor pulls out your ring, wrapping your soiled panties around it. Carelessly, Hyunjin drops it on the director's lap, waiting for the realization to cross his face before he speaks.

“I quit.”

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Aftertaste III.

Yan Diluc x F!Reader x Yan Kaeya.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, implied past drugging, gaslighting/emotional manipulation. Word count: 3.5k.

CHAPTER III OF III // The Captain.

Everyone who meets Kaeya Alberich forms a different opinion of him.

It’s almost as if he were an ancient tome receiving various translations — the general consensus remains the same, while everyone adds a unique twist of their own. Some said you should only trust him as far as you could throw him. Others whisper he’s joined the Knights with a secret agenda. Many seem to think that although he is something of an enigma, he carried out his duties with the freedom Mondstadt so enthusiastically promotes. Always following the rules would be the antithesis of the Anemo Archon’s ideology.

As for your opinion, well… you think he is someone that was forced to grow up too soon.

Beneath that nonchalant veneer is a man who has sampled the bitter taste of being deserted enough to span multiple lifetimes. His birth father, his adopted father, then his brother; these figures all left him behind in some way or another. He had every right to turn his back on the world that failed him too many times to count and become shackled in acrimony. How he managed to avoid wandering down this path, you never knew for certain. Falling into resentment is far more tempting than climbing out of it.

Following your cautious speaking of his name, your eyes meet his, an array of blues that challenges the beauty of the night sky. The peculiar shape of his pupil has always been a curious detail. He’d jokingly tell you that perhaps it was his way of capturing your attention, since you always preferred stars over what anything below the horizon could offer.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he greets. Is he going to act like this nothing out of the ordinary is going on as well? “While I admire your dedication to exercise, are you sure you should be pushing yourself this much? You took a nasty fall last night.”

Diluc hadn’t even mentioned the prior evening and Adelinde only spared it a few words. Kaeya’s willingness to mention the apparently taboo topic, while not enough to make you lower your guard, helps you feel your sanity isn’t evaporating altogether. It would explain the ruthless nature of your headaches if a fall was thrown into the mix, not just alcohol consumption. You knew your tolerance. It could also potentially explain the extremes Diluc was going to.

That shrill voice lingering in your subconscious rears its ugly head. Looking for excuses, are we?

“I can manage. It felt a lot worse when I first woke up.”

“I’m sure it did,” There’s a hint of sympathy in his tone you don’t often hear. “All the more reason why you should be taking it easy. Y’know, kicking back and getting waited on hand and foot. I’ll even carry you back, free of charge.”

“I…”

Do you tell him? Risk sounding like you’re being overly paranoid and further convince him you can’t be trusted to go off on your own? You barely know what to make of the past twenty-four hours, much less how to explain it in a way that doesn’t earn you a checkup with a psychiatrist. The temptation to flee dangles over your head, though you doubt that would look much better. Oddly enough, Kaeya isn’t trying to force an explanation out of you. There’s no poking and prodding. He’s simply standing there, patient as ever, his posture relaxed.

You want to trust him. You want someone else to confirm how surreal everything’s been. So you give him your faith. It is a wilting flower that could crumble at the slightest touch, or revive just as easily.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Kaeya,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. The dress you’re wearing does little to keep the chill away. “It’s— where do I even begin? Everyone at the Winery is acting so weird. Adelinde, Hillie… Diluc. They’re absolutely hellbent on keeping me from leaving. Which, I get it, apparently there are some safety concerns but— the way they’re going about it is infantilizing. If I’m being totally honest, it’s really freaking me out.”

Every sentiment you’ve managed to keep under lock and key so far comes spilling out. Normally, Kaeya was animated when talked to, he’d always be changing his body language in accordance with the conversation’s flow. His razor-sharp intuition must’ve picked up on how serious you’re being for him to put a pause on this practice. He places a hand to his chin, appearing deeply contemplative. You gnaw on your lower lip while he ruminates. The seconds seemingly drag on forever, for he was usually so quick-witted.

“I think I might know what this is about,” Kaeya reveals, a far cry from the responses you were bracing yourself for. Your shock must show itself, for he quickens to add, “I take it my brother didn’t give you the full explanation?”

“I guess… not?”

Kaeya shakes his head and sighs. “It’s no wonder you’re confused about everything then. He’s his own worst enemy, that one. In trying to be considerate of your feelings, he makes things worse by not telling you enough. I’d like to put an end to that bad habit of his, if you’ll allow me.”

In the wasteland of uncertainty you’re currently in, Kaeya’s self-assuredness is like a breath of fresh air. It lures you in. Promises that there is a path back to normalcy. A path that, by the sounds of it, he’s willing to walk alongside you on.

“What do you mean by ‘allowing’ you?”

“I was thinking that you and I could go have a candid chat with him,” he explains, an offer that sounds like a hard sell. If there was anyone capable of pulling it off though, you supposed it would be the suave Cavalry Captain. “It’s entirely up to you, of course. I could go and give him a scolding myself, but who knows what good that’d do without your input.”

“I never realized you cared so much about my relationship with your brother.”

“You wound me, dear [First],” he places a hand over his heart. And then he closes his eye, his visage hinting that his thoughts are someplace far away. “It never sat well with me how the three of us parted ways. Trust me, I’m not expecting things to go back to how they were, yet… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it to be a nice thought. A man can dream, you know?”

He’s trying — and failing — to make light of something far too heavy. Sincerity had never been Kaeya’s forte. For him to reveal so much of the sentimentality he’d usually bury six feet under left you in awe. Kaeya was discontent with the past, and Diluc, the prospect of the future. Why couldn’t they have opened these avenues of communication sooner? Did you not push hard enough? Is it possible you were hesitant to, in fear of what miasma might come spewing out?

“You really think you can clear this up?”

“I do.”

His reassurance draws you in like a moth to a flame.

He all but beams when you take a step forward. He doesn’t rush you or show any sign of impatience, instead, allowing you to do everything on your own time. When you get within arm’s reach, he holds his hand out for you to take. Right as you’re about to accept it, a sudden gust comes surging from behind him, the invisible force throwing you off balance. He closes the distance and takes your hand so that you don’t stumble over, his grip firm. Chuckling, he smooths out your hair, apparently delighted by a joke you weren’t privy to.

Kaeya runs the pad of his thumb over your hand, almost covetously. “Shall we?”

The trip back to Dawn Winery is mostly uneventful. Kaeya is happy to take the lead, maneuvering through the woodwork with expertise that rivaled your own. He embodies the spirit of a gentleman along the way. Warning you of abrupt inclines, hoisting you up over dead tree logs strewn about the path, and providing general support that you didn’t realize you so desperately needed.

“Do you remember that time a rock came hurling into your room?” Kaeya asks, striking a vague chord of familiarity.

“I think so, yes,” you reply. “The night of Diluc’s tenth birthday?”

“That’s the one. I was sworn to secrecy about this, though I suppose it’s been long enough that I can speak on it without having to sleep with one eye open at night. It was actually Diluc who threw it. We were hoping to wake you up so we could go camping in the middle of the night, but he ended up underestimating his strength… and, well, you know the rest. He was simply mortified that he put you in harm’s way.”

“Diluc did that?” You couldn’t fathom him ever doing something so rambunctious. That was more of Kaeya’s thing. “Now that you mention it, he did have trouble looking me in the eyes for the days that followed. I never would’ve guessed.”

“Personally, I think he should’ve just rolled with the punches and asked you to come out anyway. I’m sure you would’ve.”

Kaeya is successful at bringing a smile to your lips. “You’re probably right.”

When you both emerge from the forest, you find yourself hesitating to continue. Kaeya gives your hand a reassuring little squeeze upon sensing you’ve slowed down. Taking a deep breath, you continue onward, finding it a relief that very few workers are out. They pay you no mind aside from nods of acknowledgment that Kaeya returns with a friendly wave. He leads you to a side door, finally letting go of your hand so he can fish out the keys in his pocket. You notice the doorknob looks like the one in your room, just as brand new too.

Before your gaze can linger for long, Kaeya swings the door open, bowing theatrically deep for you to go in first.

“Let’s head to Master Diluc’s office,” Kaeya comes in immediately after you. “Lead the way. I’m sure you remember how to get there, hm?”

When the door shuts behind him, it automatically locks.

Master Crepus’ office was one of the few places inside the manor you couldn’t go.

As such, you’ve never been in here before, though it now belongs to someone else. Kaeya seems content to make himself at home on the loveseat beside the wall while you explore your surroundings. For the most part, the decor is consistent with what one would expect. Golden candelabras, ledgers for recording finances, stacks of papers to read and sign. What looks at odds with the rest of the room’s aesthetic is a crudely put-together astroglobe sitting atop the main desk. You fixate on the unexpected sight, recalling how you gifted it to Diluc many moons ago.

He kept such a silly thing all these years?

Your ears pick up on the sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the hallway.

Diluc all but bursts into the room, his usual dapper appearance askew. His face is flushed crimson, his hair ruffled, and he breathes heavily like he’d been running for ages. Smoldering eyes widen and then narrow upon setting their sights on you. He springs forward, ignoring Kaeya’s lackadaisical greeting in favor of giving you a thorough examination. You’re too stunned to speak when he takes your face into his hands, moving you around so he can inspect every angle.

When nothing looks amiss, his arms fall limp by his side. The way glowers down at you causes goosebumps to dot across your skin.

“What were you thinking?” Diluc demands in a low, seething voice, “Running off like that, when you’re still recovering from—”

He cuts himself short of finishing that sentence, then proceeds with the verbal onslaught. “Foolish. Completely and utterly foolish. You told me you weren’t going anywhere; you gave me your word. Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Hey, how about we cool our heads—”

You interrupt Kaeya before he has the chance to finish his words, your blood boiling hot as magma through your veins. “Really? You’re going to stand there and judge me for trying to regain a semblance of autonomy after you’ve done everything in your power to suppress it?”

“I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“From what?” You cry out, startling Diluc and Kaeya both. “What bogeyman are you going to claim is waiting outside to snatch me up? Durin, Decarabian? I wanted so badly to believe you and I hate myself for it. ‘Keep me safe’, you say. The only thing I need protection from is you.”

You’re panting, your face floods with heat, and your hands tremble by your side. Diluc stands before you motionless, his lips parting to speak only to immediately snap shut. After a few heavy seconds pass, he reaches out for you, causing you to flinch. His breath hitches and his eyebrows turn upward. Your paroxysm has seemingly robbed him of the ability to speak or act.

“I think this is sufficient proof, wouldn’t you say, Master Diluc?” Kaeya uncrosses his legs and leans forward. There’s a glint in his eye you cannot decipher. “That your plan is unsustainable.”

“Plan?” You repeat back the bizarre word choice. “What are you talking about, Kaeya? You told me… you told me that you know what this is about. Was that also a lie?”

“Who, me? A liar? Possibly, but not with you. Unlike my brother, I went to pains to ensure nothing I said in your presence was even the slightest bit dishonest, in case you ever decided to check my fortune. I really did advise him against going about things this way… but, well, as you can see, he didn’t listen.”

You look between the both of them frantically, trying and failing to sink away into the furniture behind you. “I-I don’t understand. What do you get out of messing with me like this? I thought—”

Your voice cracks, yet you manage to squeeze the rest of the words out. “I thought we were friends.”

“Therein lies the problem. I want more than your friendship, sweetheart,” Kaeya’s voice drops an octave deeper. “I want you. It’s always been this way, you’ve just been too distracted to ever notice.”

Always so focused on the stars, that you fail to pay your surroundings any mind.

Diluc’s words — no, his confession — come flooding back to you like a broken dam. That wine. The locked doors. The purposefully ambiguous words that sought to keep everything foggy and incoherent. Your ears start ringing at a miserably high pitch that almost renders you unable to think. Almost. You cannot recognize the two men present in this room. This can’t be the same Diluc Ragnvindr and Kaeya Alberich that you grew up with, who you knew you could always count on. Were you dreaming? Submerged in the abyssal depths of a nightmare that desired to shred the very fabric of your soul asunder?

“How long has this been going on?” Your eyes are wide and glossy with tears.

“Ever since you sent in your first application to the Akademiya,” Kaeya then nods to Diluc. “You have him to thank for them never getting back to you, by the way. I couldn’t have pulled something like that off by myself. But as thorough as my brother is, he isn’t omnipotent. He couldn’t have possibly accounted for you using a traveling merchant to send in your latest application.”

Diluc sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “That’s enough, Kaeya. You’re needlessly upsetting her.”

“Still trying to act like the good guy, are we?” Kaeya gives a mirthless chuckle. “I’m sad to say we’re way past that. Some bandages need to be ripped off so that they’re not left to fester. This entire song and dance could’ve been avoided if not for your refusal to accept you’re just as depraved as I am.”

He then quickly adds, “If not worse.”

“You’re both monsters,” you whisper, shaking your head. The tears won’t stop rolling down your cheeks. “I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“... I won’t ask for your forgiveness or understanding, [First]. I know I am cowardly and undeserving of it. What I will ask, though, is for you to know I would’ve gone about this any other way if I was able to. But you never looked at me in the way I wanted. You never would’ve returned an ounce of what I’ve felt toward you my entire life. And for that, I had no choice.”

“You had plenty of choices, apparently more than I ever did,” you retaliate with the most hateful glare you can muster. “You chose to be selfish, to be sick. Are you really deranged enough to think I could learn about this and find anything about it reasonable?”

Kaeya whistles. “There’s the woman that I fell in love with. No one knows how to lecture you better than [First], Master Diluc.”

The Cavalry Captain saunters his way over and coils an arm around your shoulder, his lips hovering above your ear. “You don’t have to find it reasonable. I sure don’t. It’s wrong, I know it, and he does too, as hard as he tries to find loopholes to deny it. Now, back to what you said about how you don’t have any choices. That isn’t entirely the case. The way I see it, you have two.”

“One. You act and lash out, forcing my dear brother and I to act more in line with the monstrous image you’ve formed of us. Two,” he places up the corresponding fingers, “We can go about this with some decorum and you can live as you please, barring a few things. Neither of us actively wants to make you miserable. If anything, your joy is our greatest joy, so long as it takes place in our sight.”

“I know it makes up for nothing, but… I’d be willing to get you anything your heart desires. You will want for nothing,” Diluc promises. You don’t think he gets it. Or maybe he does, and it’s as Kaeya said, he doesn’t want to acknowledge the hideous nature behind his selfish actions. You don’t know what is worse, what pains your grieving heart more. Kaeya’s ready acceptance or Diluc’s pitiful denial.

Is this really the cruel fate you’ll be subjected to? A torment handcrafted and delivered like a criminal’s life sentence? This entire time, you mistakenly thought their constellations were close to yours, you were a fool. Their stars devoured and eclipsed yours. You wish to cling to a vestige of hope — the kind that whispers perhaps you could slip through their vice-like grip one day — yet you know better. You may even know this better than they do. The night sky has written the remaining chapters of your life out, you were just illiterate to the language lying within until now.

Cygnus would always be bound to Notcua and Pavo Ocellus.

Up to this point, no venom you attempted injecting into their veins broke skin. So you raise your head. Wipe the tears bleeding from your eyes with the back of your hand. You stare right into the burning hot coals of Diluc’s eyes and then the wintry expanse in Kaeya’s — resolve building in your chest. If they clip your wings and drag you back down to the ground, you will never stop flailing, never cease making it so they could fly freely themselves while you were confined to a cage.

“I wonder what Master Crepus would think if he could see you both right now,” you readily aim and fire. By how both of their bodies go tense, Diluc more so than Kaeya, you think your shot may have landed. “He raised you both to be gentlemen and you’re no better than the common miscreant. Whatever olive branches you try extending, I’ll slap away each and every time. This pain that I feel now… I will make it my life’s mission for you both to feel even a fraction of it.”

Kaeya’s grip on you tightens in what you presume to be a silent warning, but you disregard it.

“You rejected the love I gave you readily, so now you’ll receive nothing.”

“It sounds like someone is overwhelmingly in favor of option number one,” Kaeya nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. “How considerate of our favorite little astrologer to help us choose the ideal path.”

“Are you sure this is what you want, [First]? You won’t win,” Diluc crosses his arms over his chest, almost like he’s scolding you. It occurs to you that he might as well be. So let them try. Let Diluc think you’re helpless, no better than a newborn fawn struggling to take her first steps; let Kaeya think you’re the most entertaining creature in the world, stumbling about for his amusement. There are some things you’re powerless to stop. What little influence you do have, however… you think it might just be enough.

The smile you give him leaves a bitter taste lingering in your mouth. You wonder if there’ll ever be a day when you rid yourself of it.

“Then I’ll make sure you can’t either.”

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Pursuit of Knowledge - Chapter 4

Summary:

[Y/N] continues Act II of Mondstadt, finds out the worst thing about not having the ability to control time at will, and, along with Kaeya, takes a well deserved rest. What's something else that happens in Act II?

That's right! The Diluc trial run. Still, even that should be "normal", right?

Completion of story recommended: Akasha Pulses, the Kalpa Flame Rises (Sumeru Act V), Shenanigans and Sweet Wine (Kaeya hangout)

Also on Ao3 under StemWriter!

Word count: ~8k

You were part of the story now, weren’t you? No matter if the world your avatar was in was made from earth and sky or 1’s and 0’s, you were influencing it regardless. At this point, it’d probably be best to just go with the flow, but you had been thinking about what major event you would want to change, and you really hoped everything would stick to the script long enough to enable you to do that. Even if it meant you would end up upsetting people by hiding things from them.

The four of you hung around in the tavern for a bit just thinking, until Venti finally said to you, “Ah, [Y/N], it should be getting close to time now. Shall we get going?”

You looked at your phone to see the time. It was about 15 minutes past 6pm. It was time. “Oh- right, yeah, we should!”

“You two have somewhere to be? Since Kaeya and I have nothing more to talk about up here, I suppose I can go do other things. If you need me, I’ll be working the bar for a while.” Diluc said, crossing his arms.

“Everyone’s leaving already? Well then, I’ll be taking my leave as well.” Kaeya said, heading towards the stairwell.

He hung around for a second, seemingly expecting someone to say something, then left.

“Come on [Y/N], let’s go! Our prize is waiting for us!” Venti tried to make it sound like you weren’t about to try to steal a divine artifact, and become wanted criminals.

Oh right, you were going to see Diluc again after this! You should probably give him a little hint on what’s going to happen.

“Alright, we’re going to go now.” You walked up to Diluc, and began whispering. “Hey Diluc,” He looked at you. “I promise it wasn’t us, it was the Fatui.”

He looked at you in confusion.

“You’ll get that later. Anyway, bye~” Your tone sounded a lot like Venti’s at the end there. You sighed internally when you thought about that.

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“Alright fortune-teller, what’s going to happen?” Venti asked, eager to get a response from you. For some reason, it almost seemed like he already knew, and was just asking you to see what you’d say.

“Well… We’re not going to get arrested, I can tell you that. At least, not if we do this right.” You didn’t want to tell him it wouldn’t work.

“Is that all you can tell me?” He whined. “Fine, let’s go in.” He pouted after saying that. “But you have to tell me more later! I want to see how much you know!”

You went back in the Cathedral with him, making sure to be quiet. He stayed behind while you snuck your way to the Holy Lyre. You made sure to be very careful there, assuming the guards were actual people, and not the dumbest A.I. you’ve ever seen in any modern game. You looked at their movements on your way in, and they… still seemed robotic. Were they still AI? They can’t be, right? You looked at the face of one of the guards, and while his face had a few more polygons than the NPC’s you saw in the regular game, he had a blank stare as he paced back and forth. That’s… something to think about later. You kept going through the basement, avoiding being seen.

During your attempt at burglary, you remembered your soundboard. You hadn’t used that in a bit, and you knew a good moment to use it again is coming up. You got that ready as you made your way through.

As you entered the room with the lyre, an Electro Cicin Mage steals it, and teleports out. Wow! What a surprise! Thankfully, you just got teleported out of the building too, because you weren’t sure you could go back through the basement without getting caught.

“We’re busted! Run!” You and Paimon said at the same time.

Venti looked a bit confused for a second before leaving with you to the tavern. You made sure your soundboard was ready.

*Benny Hill theme*

The goofy music was fitting, considering the wind tunnel things you assumed he made threw you into the huge statue in the middle of the plaza, as well as the roofs of several buildings. Your grand escape wasn’t very graceful, but you made it safely. As you busted into the tavern, Venti gave you a weird look.

Next thing you knew, you were talking with Diluc again. Right before you headed upstairs, you decided to remind him of what you’d said earlier about the Fatui. In the version you remembered, he trusted the Traveler enough to not turn them in, but you still wanted to make sure he didn’t turn you in here. You listened as two Knights rushed in.

“Ah, Master Diluc. Have you seen two thieves around?”

“...What happened?”

“Haven't you heard, Master Diluc? Two thieves were trying to steal the Holy Lyre!”

“Oh? How odd… any ideas on who the culprits could be? Fatui, perhaps?” He remembered. Yes!

“We don’t know, Master Diluc. One appeared young, was dark-haired, and dressed in a teal green, and the other was… blond. We’re putting up wanted posters now.”

You still didn’t know how they got so much from Venti and yet couldn’t describe Aether as anything else as “blond”.

“I believe they headed that way.” Diluc said, pointing out the door.

You went downstairs to talk to him, Venti running ahead of you. Diluc already seemed tired of Venti’s attitude, assuming he stole something. Not the Holy Lyre der Himmel, but a bottle of alcohol.

You forgot the Traveler and Paimon hadn’t met Diluc yet. Sure, you have, but they weren’t you. Thankfully, Diluc understood enough to where a quick “Ooohhh, right, they haven’t met you yet!” was enough to get the point across. He continued as you remembered, sneaking in an expected bash at the Knights at the end.

Diluc really didn’t like the Knights, huh? You understood that he felt that way because of trauma and stuff, but you wished he had a more… positive attitude about things like that. There weren’t any therapists in Teyvat, were there? Oh! New idea! Become the therapist. Were you qualified? Probably not. But at this point, anyone for these people to talk to would help. You sat back and listened to Venti’s stunning performance again, this time without the fancy cutscene to go with it. Diluc looked awe-struck, probably the same way you did when you first heard it.

You agreed to meet after midnight, when the tavern was closed. Great! Another six hours to wait! …That rhymed, didn’t it.

“Alright, I don’t really have anything to do, so I’ll probably just eat something and take a nap. Bye, see you later!” You said to them, leaving the tavern. You found a corner to log off, and left your bedroom to go “take care” of yourself.

Your eyes hurt a bit from looking at the screen for so long, and your stomach growled with hunger. You’d been online for a good 7 hours, and you only now realized just how much you needed a break. Well, time flies fast when you’re having fun! ‘Was all of that really fun though?’ You asked yourself, before immediately pushing that thought out of your mind to go eat a whole family-sized bag of potato chips. Self care!

You snacked before… gracefully falling asleep, yeah, that, on your couch for a nap that would end up lasting way longer than you anticipated.

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As it turns out, falling asleep on an uncomfortable couch after binging on junk food isn't the best for the human body. You woke up on the floor, nauseous, and somehow even more tired than when you fell asleep, and you decided to go in the bathroom just in case. You checked the time on your phone, and it was already close to midnight. Thankfully, the nauseousness went away and you didn’t have to get worried about getting sick at the worst time possible. You washed your face, and headed to your bedroom to meet the others in the tavern.

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Before [Y/N] had left with Venti, they said something that Diluc had no clue what it meant until those Knights came running in, looking for the thief who stole the Holy Lyre. He had chosen to believe [Y/N] when they said they could basically see the future, and this only proved it more.

The question was no longer if they were telling the truth or not. It was how to proceed. He had some time to spare while they waited until the tavern closed. He needed to investigate this on his own. “It was the Fatui”, [Y/N] said. If that was so, then he should start where all the Fatui in the city seem to stay. He headed to the Goth Grand Hotel, preparing for a search for answers.

He hadn’t seen Kaeya at all. He was normally still out and about at this time. Did he actually wrap things up at a decent hour? Or was he up to something?

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As soon as Kaeya left the third floor of the tavern, he was hit with a wave of exhaustion. He was planning to stay in the tavern for a bit, and possibly wait for [Y/N] and Venti to do whatever they needed to, but he desperately needed rest. He left the tavern, beginning to walk to his room in the Favonius Headquarters. Wait, couldn’t he use the waypoint there? [Y/N] had taught him how earlier that day.

It was at the highest point, wasn’t it? He just needed to visualize the area, imagine himself there. Just feel it, and…

And there he was. He almost fainted from the sensation paired with his exhaustion, but he made it. He glided down to the door on the roof, and entered the building. It had been a long day, hadn’t it? He entered his room, took off the bits of armor he was wearing, and promptly passed out on his bed.

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He woke up in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason. Everything told him that he wasn’t supposed to be up right now, but he didn’t feel like he could fall back asleep. He sat up, and realized how bad he felt. He was drenched in sweat, his hair was a mess, and his eyepatch had shifted, making his right eye visible. He quickly adjusted it. There wasn’t anyone else in the room, right? …Of course there wasn’t.

After a quick shower, he changed into a clean uniform, minus most of the accessories. It wasn’t worth the time to put all of that on for the little he was planning to do. He figured he wouldn’t need it, since he could easily hold his own in a fight, should he get in one, but he decided to bring his Vision with him.

He left the building, being careful not to make too much noise, and realized he had no destination in mind. Had the tavern closed yet? Ah, it probably had, it’s not worth it. Is it? Again, something told him to just forget stopping by, but it wouldn’t hurt to check, right? He planned to stop by the tavern to see if it was open, and if it was, to get a drink before leaving the city. After that? You know what they say in Mondstadt:

“Let the wind lead.”

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Venti couldn’t believe Master Diluc wouldn’t serve him any more alcohol, especially when he was going to be in the tavern, in a room filled with wine barrels for so long. He was alone now, so maybe he could sneak just one more sip without him noticing… But that wouldn’t prove he was trustworthy now, would it? And besides, he wasn’t that addicted to it to where he couldn’t go a few hours without it. For now, he just started to come up with his latest ballad to pass the time.

Or at least he was going to, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about [Y/N]. From the very beginning, they knew who he really was. At first he thought it was because they recognized his voice from when he helped them battle Dvalin, but they supposedly have knowledge of future events. He was wondering how much they knew, but they wouldn’t tell him much at all. It seemed like a weird way to phrase it, and they acted like they knew a lot more detail than he did, but if they really were telling the truth, were they too, aware of the s-

Venti heard Diluc open the door to the room on the third floor. He immediately looked around at the wine barrels, making sure they weren’t touched. Good thing he didn’t try anything!

“Ah, Master Diluc, you’re back! Any news on the Holy Lyre?” Venti perked up. He already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to get the conversation started.

“It’s not where I thought it may be, in the Goth Grand Hotel, but I… persuaded some Fatui members to tell me where it is.” He adjusted his left glove.

“Well then, are we only waiting for [Y/N] and the tavern to close now?” Venti asked.

“That, and I was thinking of contacting one more person to help us. I know it’s late, but hopefully she’ll understand…”

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Diluc stopped by the tavern to close up and check on Venti, and quickly set out again to find some others who could help. It was getting close to time, but he should be able to get someone. Hopefully Jean wouldn’t be too preoccupied with her work…

He opened the door to leave the tavern, and saw Kaeya walking away. Had he not gone to rest? Kaeya turned around after hearing the door open, and looked at Diluc with that same smug expression as always.

“Diluc, you’re still here? And here I’d thought everyone left already… I came for a drink, but I won’t bother you if you’ve already closed up.” He started to turn back around to leave.

“Hold on. I haven’t put everything away, you can come in for a bit if you’d like.” He could help right? Even though Diluc didn’t exactly get along with him very well anymore, he couldn’t deny that he got things done when he needed to.

“Oh, where’s this hospitality coming from? Do you need something from me, is that what this is?"

“I think you’d be useful to us here. I’ll discuss it with you more inside.”

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Diluc said he was going to contact people to help them, but Venti didn’t expect him to be back with help this soon.

He heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs, and then there were three in the room. The help he had found was Kaeya, who sounded almost… shy, like he didn’t feel like he should be there. When questioned about it, he got a little nervous and insisted it was just insomnia. From the looks of it, he thought he could cover up his emotions with clean clothes and perfume. Venti played along with him, changing the subject to what they were going to do next.

“So Diluc, where exactly did you say the Holy Lyre was?”

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You turned on your console, opened the program, and watched the celestial pathway for a while. It had been sitting there for quite a bit now, huh?

Verifying file integrity…

Why was that taking so long?

Almost as soon as you noticed it, it went back to its normal speed, and the doors appeared. It probably wasn’t anything to worry about, but it scared you at first. You thought your game finally realized something was wrong, and was just going to either fix itself, and sever your connection to this Teyvat, or ban your account.

If you remembered correctly, Venti, Diluc, and Jean should be waiting for you inside Angel’s Share. You knew Jean couldn’t hear you, but you wondered if she would notice your avatar’s robotic movements. Apparently, she didn’t back in the Knights headquarters, but who knows? Maybe she just wasn’t paying much attention.

You walked in to an empty tavern, but after a few seconds, Venti jumped down from the second floor, landing right in front of you. He looked around, and you made Aether jump a couple of times.

“The mysterious [Y/N] has finally returned! Ready to go? Master Diluc can tell you where we need to go. Or, perhaps you already know?” He said, smiling.

He wasn’t going to stop bringing that up until you told him every little detail, was he?

You sighed, and said “Yes, I know. It’s near Springvale, isn’t it?”

You had basically just woken up, so your voice didn’t sound the best, but you hoped he wouldn’t notice. Diluc came down the stairs, followed by… Kaeya? Did he come instead of Jean? That wouldn’t drastically change anything, right? Wait, was that why it took so long to load? Because the story had changed? This wouldn’t drastically change anything yet, right? No. It can’t. Not yet.

Diluc looked at your avatar, and answered, “You’re right about the location. If we’re all ready to head off, we should get going.”

Venti turned to you, you, not your avatar, and questioned, “Everything alright, [Y/N]? Is there something bothering you?” Did you sound nervous when you answered him?

“Yeah, I just took a nap, and… I didn’t exactly sleep well. But that shouldn’t matter too much, let’s go.”

You briefly explained to Venti and Diluc how you were able to teleport, and that they should be able to do it too, and then you all were at Springvale in the blink of an eye. Venti acted like it was nothing new to him, while Diluc was… fascinated, to say the least. Kaeya had to explain to him that yes, that feeling of having your soul torn from your body was normal for this.

Diluc had quite a bit to say about it.

“Those waypoints are all over Teyvat… If the wrong people learned how to use them…” He looked in the direction of the hideout. “That could spell catastrophe worldwide.”

At one point, you had noticed Kaeya had a different shirt on. Or was it the same one, just with less of the flamboyant stuff on top of it? It was nice seeing people in different outfits, instead of the exact same clothing 24/7.

As you all stood at the entrance, you thought about what was in this domain. This was the one where you had to ask a bunch of different Fatui agents where the key to a door was, right? …And it was the one with the Diluc trial, wasn’t it?

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Add another thing to the list of [Y/N]’s powers… Not only could they possess others at will, and suddenly make people stronger, and tell the future, but they could teleport anywhere in Teyvat they wanted to. And apparently, anyone could do that last thing. Diluc was surprised no one else had found out about this, and frankly, he was glad. There was also something else he didn’t know about yet. The other two kept looking at a spot a little above and behind [Y/N]’s avatar when they were talking to them. It felt like something was there, but he couldn’t see anything. He doubted it was a secret, since chances are, they wouldn’t be doing it in front of him if it was, but he hadn’t had a chance to ask anyone about it yet.

He was about to go in the hideout with everyone when [Y/N] gasped, and said they needed to tell him something.

“Hey,” they began. “I know I probably should have told you this earlier, but remember what my system did with Kaeya that one time? Or, I guess technically two times, but whatever- Just, that thing where it forces someone into my team?” They sounded very tired saying that. He knew they had just woken up, but he felt they were also just… annoyed by that happening.

“Yes. It happened less than a day ago. …Why are you bringing this up now?”

“So- I- Look, there’s nothing I can do about it, at least, not now. Maybe I can eventually figure out how to fix this, but-”

He sighed. "...I’m about to be forced into your control, aren’t I? You don’t have to tip-toe around it, I guessed that as soon as you brought it up. If you can’t do anything about it, do you at least know how long this is going to take?”

He trusted them, right? As far as he was aware, they hadn’t lied to him yet, and they were warning him beforehand. Still, it felt like he barely knew them. Should he trust them with his body? Did he even have a choice?

“Give me a bit, and I can check, but it shouldn’t be more than 10 minutes.”

“You make it sound like you can check any little detail with the snap of your fingers.”

This was a very specific event of the future they were talking about, but it would just take them a minute to check it? They’d done it before with that letter, but he had no clue how. Either that meant they were a very talented hydromancer, or they were getting their information from some other power or source.

“Oh, uh, I kind of can, except I have to do a little more than just snap my fingers. I type the thing I want into a device, I find the media I want, and then I have it. Sometimes it’s pretty hard to find said media, but I can pretty much find anything you could ever think of. Aaaand here’s the thing I was looking for! One more second…”

“You have a device that allows you to view information on anything you want? I guess that sounds about right if your world also has the technology to see the future of other worlds… I’m sure you already know of this, but we have something called astrology that allows people to see the future using the stars. Does your technology take advantage of that?”

“I’ll tell you more about the device later, but no, the technology my world has doesn’t use that. Astrology does exist here, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work the same as it does in Teyvat. People in my world use it to give people ideas of what may be yet to come in their lives, but here in Teyvat it’s like astrologers can see fate itself. …Anyway, I think we’re getting off track here. Going off of what I’ve seen, it’s going to take a little over 10 minutes, give or take. It might be a little longer because I’ll be focusing more on your safety than getting through it, or it might be a little shorter because I have others to help me now. Are you fine with that?”

So it’s not astrology… What is it, then? …Whatever. They’re right, they’re going off track. 10 minutes shouldn’t be too bad, especially with others watching over him to make sure [Y/N] doesn’t do anything harmful. It’s not like he had a choice, anyway.

“That’s… fine. Just try to get it over with quickly. It’s fine if I get a few scratches, just don’t kill me.”

“Alright, I guess we’re ready to head in. I’ll check to see if the guards in there can hear me. If not, great, but if so, I’m… gonna need to rethink things.”

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…How were you going to explain to them what a phone is, and what the internet does? That’s a question for another time, but it still made you think.

You’d let Diluc know what was about to happen to him, and you just needed to tell everyone your plan, at least for this first part.

“One more thing, as soon as we go in, there’s going to be a rotating bridge with those cylinder torches or whatever they’re called on one side, and a clear path on the other. Once the bridge flips to the clear side, there should be just enough time to get all the way to the other side if we run like hell.”

Venti thought for a second before responding with, “Wouldn’t it be better for me to just… make a wind current at the start? Then no one has to worry about spinning bridges and torches at all~”

Oh. Right. You had others to help you. He could make a wind current and you could just. Skip over it.

“...Yeah, that might be better. I guess I’m so used to having to rely on my own skillset here that I don’t realize others can help. Also, I’m probably just... tired. Anyway, after that first room, there’s a… door with a guard who acts like he’s about to piss his pants, but after that, there’s a big room with a bunch of smaller rooms inside and we’re going to have to find a key to move on. My question here is, should we split up or stay together while we search?”

Diluc was the first to chime in this time. “Normally I’d suggest we split up, but under these circumstances, it’d be better to stick together in case something goes wrong.”

“Alright.” You said. “We’ve been standing here for a while, I think it’s finally time to go in.”

Diluc adjusted his gloves, and you all went in.

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Once again, Kaeya gets to witness [Y/N]’s powers of possession; except now, he isn’t the one experiencing it.

After everyone entered the hideout, Aether had vanished, and Diluc, now wearing a Fatui mask, stood in his place. Something about this whole situation seemed… familiar, for some reason. Nothing like this had happened before, right? …It’s probably just déjà vu.

“Come on, let’s just get this over with.” [Y/N] said, nudging Diluc forward.

Now, Diluc had the same slightly-inhuman movement Aether had when [Y/N] was using him as their “avatar”. He was somewhat used to seeing it on Aether, but it was strange seeing Diluc move like that. When he was under their control, he could only move his eyes, and now, he couldn’t even see Diluc’s, as they were covered by the mask.

Venti did as he said he would, and made a fairly large wind current to carry everyone over. He made it look incredibly easy. If it wasn’t for him hearing other Anemo Vision bearers talking about their experiences, he would have thought that was something anyone could do.

At first he thought [Y/N] had been hiding something from him, but he had a feeling they weren’t. Something was certainly… different about Venti. He couldn’t merely be just a wandering bard. Until Kaeya found out who he truly was, he figured he would stay on guard around him.

Diluc- No, [Y/N] walked into a small opening, thinking there might be something in the room it led into. There was a chest inside, guarded by 3 small Electro Slimes. They made quick work of them, unsurprisingly, but they weren’t paying attention to the fight, instead focused on something else.

They left the room and headed to a large door guarded by a very nervous-looking Agent, just as [Y/N] said. They went up alone to talk to him, and switched avatars to the Traveler, who was also wearing a Fatui mask. The Agent did not seem to notice the change.

“No, NO! Don’t eat me! Ah? You’re… You’re human? The entire floor’s defenses… have been broken. I thought it was the Abyss Order attacking…”

[Y/N] said “Hey,” testing whether or not he could hear them. No response at all. They chuckled a bit, and he could swear Aether said something, though he couldn’t hear anything.

“AH- No, do- We hi- The place- I don’t kn-”

“This guy-”

“Y-you- One of the Ele- Signora-”

The Agent pointed his sword at them in both fear and anger, still shaking, still not noticing the person he was speaking to change forms in front of him. So to get the key, they have to venture further in, also just like [Y/N] sai- Wait a minute, did he actually hear that guy say any of that? He definitely heard him say the floor’s defenses were broken… and then [Y/N] checked if he could hear them… and then they laughed for some reason… and then about 5 seconds later, the conversation was over. Something must have happened; there’s no way he could have said that much in that little time. He looked at where the man was again, only to see that… he was gone.

Kaeya turned to [Y/N], who now seemed nervous, and simply asked, “... Did you notice anything unusual there, by chance?”

“...Shit, you did notice. Uhhh, so remember when you first met Aether and you didn’t know his name until I told you because you didn’t hear it even though you knew what was said? I might have done the thing that does that again.”

Which was what, exactly? They hadn’t explained it yet, but now wasn’t the time to get an explanation from them, so he reluctantly decided to move on from that.

They opened the door and though he couldn’t see her, Paimon decided now was the time to ask questions.

“Did he say Signora? What a strange name…”

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Kaeya had described to Diluc what it felt like, and although it did feel exactly as he described, he definitely wasn’t used to it. He felt something watching him that he didn’t feel before, but when he looked in its direction, there was nothing there. He didn’t think much of it, as Kaeya had mentioned something like this to him. It was likely where [Y/N] was looking at Teyvat from.

[Y/N] talked to a guard, and for that conversation, he was thrown out of his body, now watching the Traveler from a similar position [Y/N] was. Was this how they saw the world? Strange, but again, exactly what Kaeya described.

Other than that, Diluc didn’t notice anything off with the conversation, but Kaeya apparently did. Diluc wasn’t the type of person to miss things, so he knew something weird was happening when [Y/N] responded to him in a way that practically confirmed something was off. He made a note to himself to ask them about that after this was over with.

He didn’t understand how that fairy thing- Paimon, was talking. Where was she?

“Number 8 of The Eleven. Goes by the name Signora. The fact the Fatui can run amok across the seven nations like they do is entirely because of The Eleven.”

That was his voice talking. Was that what he sounded like? …Whatever, it was just another thing Kaeya had told him about. He had been surprisingly reliable so far, but he still wondered if there was something important he was leaving out.

They entered a large hall, with a large door at the opposite end and two rooms on each side. There was a mechanism in the center that needed a key, and it presumably opened the large door. …If [Y/N]’s system hadn’t taken control of him, everyone could search one room on their own. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, so it was better they stayed together.

They first searched what seemed to be a storage room. No one was there, so they searched every nook and cranny without interruption. At least, until a few Pyro Slimes came out of nowhere, which his abilities couldn’t provide much help with. Sure, if everything was normal, he could use just his sword instead of his Vision, but…

Kaeya and Venti made quick work of the slimes, since Venti could make a massive wind vortex to suck all the slimes in. No key to be found in there. They moved on to the next room, which stood a single guard. He seemed to stop paying attention to anyone other than the Traveler once he started talking to him. The Traveler tried to convince the guy he was part of some alliance and wanted to “borrow” the Holy Lyre, but he obviously didn’t believe it, especially not when he offered a single apple in exchange for it.

A Cicin Mage appeared, and they fought. His Pyro abilities would actually do something here, but [Y/N] still wouldn’t engage in fear they would hurt him too, with how Pyro and Electro interact. It ticked him off a bit. Fight. He told them before they all went in, it was fine if he got a few scratches, just fight, don’t just run around like a headless chicken. Did this have anything to do with them being a pacifist? She’s already attacking you, just defend yourself. Fight. It’s an easy opponent, he could easily take care of her if he could just- fight.

His body stopped for a second, then pulled out a sword he’d only seen in legend, sending off a fiery phoenix at her, setting the blade ablaze. Was he back in control?

[Y/N] screamed, before going completely silent. Diluc heard something fall to the ground with a clatter, and could feel someone watching him in fear. Was that the point Kaeya and Venti were looking at?

He still couldn’t do much. He was only able to mimic the same few repetitive motions, and even those were incredibly difficult. Every movement felt like breaking out of chains. But still, he pushed. How was he able to do this? Kaeya couldn’t escape it after hours, but he could do this after minutes? The mage was defeated, and [Y/N] finally spoke up again.

“I didn’t do any of that. …Diluc?”

He tried to move more freely, but he couldn’t do anything except that same moveset. How did he even do that? He looked around, trying to get the attention of someone, but he realized he was wearing a mask. He had no way to communicate with anyone.

“I… I don’t know, maybe my controller just glitched? Let’s just keep going.”

…There goes any hope of being able to break out of it. He shouldn’t have thought it was that easy. Still, how was he able to control himself at all, even if it was just for a few moments?

They checked the last room that was downstairs, which had a chest with a few Cicins around it. Just like the other enemies here, they weren’t an issue at all. Thankfully, the key was in the chest, and the group managed to open the door. [Y/N] said there was one more fight, and then they could get the Holy Lyre, and this whole thing would be over.

“Hey, you wanna know the guy's name?” [Y/N] asked. They sounded more and more tired by the minute.

“You know his name?” Kaeya scoffed. “If you know that much, you might as well tell us what he says to us.”

He was acting as if he didn’t believe they really could see such things, but he obviously believed it. He was just saying this to squeeze more information out of them, wasn’t he?

“Oh my god, fine, but I’m not going to be able to do stuff like this all the time. First of all, his name is, I hope I’m saying this right, Zamenhoff…? And as soon as we go in there, he says- wait should I do the voice? I’m doing the voice. ‘Where did you rats scurry out from… Signora is not going to tolerate this kind of interference in our affairs. So I'll be the one to take care of you - save her the trouble of having to deal with you herself.’ …I’m sorry. I think I need to go back to sleep.”

That was probably the least professional telling of the future he’s ever heard, but as they walked into the last room, it turned out to be accurate, just as everything else they’ve said has been. They were audibly exhausted, and he could only think of one time they’ve taken something completely seriously. Should he have let them take control of him? It hadn’t gone too horribly yet, and it was almost over, but he started to get a little nervous.

They entered the fight, and once again, he tried to perform those repetitive moves. [Y/N] was actually fighting this time, but he wanted to contribute something as well. They didn’t seem to notice anything was off this time. The Agent was defeated, and finally, he was fully in control of his own body again. He immediately let out a large sigh.

“Signora is going to end you. The songs bards sing of your demise will be so terrifying - the people of Mondstadt will never sleep again for the nightmares they give them.” Said the Agent, now escaping. [Y/N] mocked him while he was saying it, speaking at the same time as him, but in a far more dramatic tone.

They mocked Paimon too, even trying to match her high-pitched voice. He will admit he found it a bit funny, but he kept a straight face, unlike the other two, who couldn’t help but chuckle. She shot them a look before vanishing again.

“You alright?” [Y/N] asked him.

“Well, I’m not dead, so that’s something.” That… definitely could have gone better.

“So… Back to the tavern now, right? Wait, Venti, aren’t you still wanted?”

“Ahh… That may be a problem… But can’t we just teleport back?” Venti sheepishly said.

“We can only teleport to waypoints, at least as far as I know, and the nearest waypoint is right next to the plaza with all of the shops. I know it’s literally the middle of the night, but I don’t think we can be sure there won’t be anyone out. I don’t want someone seeing people appear out of nowhere.” [Y/N] had a point. Doing that when someone was near may have consequences.

“So I suppose we’re walking, then? I’ll walk ahead, and make sure any Knights patrolling at this time are… looking the other way.” Kaeya said, already going ahead of everyone else.

No one said a word for a bit. Venti had a slightly worried expression on his face, as if he was hoping whatever plan he had would work. [Y/N]’s avatar had that same expressionless face as always, which was… creepy, sometimes, but they seemed like they weren’t paying attention to anything now. Normally Diluc wasn’t one to break the silence, but he had something to say now.

“That wasn’t an issue with your controller earlier, [Y/N].”

“...Hmm?” They replied. They sounded… completely out of it. “So you did that? How?”

“I don’t know. I hope you don’t take any offense to this, but your… pacifism doesn’t exactly suit the way I do things, so, I broke out of it, in a way. I wasn’t able to fully break it, but I managed to do something.”

“So the solution to breaking out of it… is to just break out of it. Wow…!” They sarcastically said, before walking their avatar into a tree.

“I don’t mean for it to sound like that. I’m guessing I had enough willpower to resist your system a little. Again, not all the way, but I think I was able to at least do what you could.”

“That’s so weird… I think I’m gonna have to set aside some time to take a closer look at my system and figure out what’s up sometime.” They yawned. “But definitely not tonight…”

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…God, you were tired. What the hell had happened in that domain? Somehow Diluc had managed to fight against your system, and do a bit on his own. How? No clue, but it was a nice surprise.

You remembered that quest on that far-away island that you couldn’t finish the first day. After this, maybe you could beg Venti to take you there so you could finally finish it. There was still about… what? An hour and a half? before you were able to continue it. Yeah, never mind, screw that. There was no way you’d be able to stay awake that much longer. That nap just made you more tired. Guess that quest’ll stay unfinished…

The four of you finally got back to the tavern. Thankfully, Kaeya managed to keep any Knights from seeing you. You pulled up the Wiki again, and found your way to the page on the part of the quest you were at.

Sure, Kaeya was there instead of Jean, but everyone else’s lines were still the same. It looked like things would be on the right track. You repeated everyone’s lines as they said them, but only vocalizing Paimon’s, while just mouthing Diluc and Venti’s to not weird them out too much.

“From now on, you’ll be known as-” Oh, this part, where Paimon gives him a nickname and refuses to call him by his actual name ever again!

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“Tone-deaf bard!” said Paimon and [Y/N] simultaneously. The bard didn’t seem too bothered by his new nickname.

So not only could [Y/N] could just pull up a word-for-word script of the “story” they knew whenever they wanted, but said story was accurate, also down to the word? That’s… concerning.

It had been a very long day… Kaeya hoped he could finally get some sleep. Everyone bid their farewells after agreeing to continue in the morning, and he left. Venti was still wanted, right? That may cause some problems. He made a mental note to tell Jean that the Holy Lyre was in safe hands first thing in the morning.

Again, he teleported to the Knights Headquarters, but now, he remembered why they didn’t teleport back to the tavern. Was anyone watching? He looked around, and could see no one. As for the last time he did this… He didn’t check, did he? …Whatever, it should be fine. He made his way to his dorm, and, now feeling he had enough energy to do so, actually did his nighttime routine rather than just passing out. He stayed awake for quite a while, making notes and pacing around before he finally felt tired enough to be able to sleep through the night.

Those thoughts of [Y/N]’s “story” continued as he drifted to sleep.

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“But I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn in heaven's plan.”

…Here he was, acting in a play, as a character destined for tragedy. Seemed familiar. His character was supposed to simply accept it, yet “he” had decided to improv a section on defying fate.

Despite this being “improv”, it was obvious all of this, scripted parts included, was supposed to reflect his own story. He’d noticed the similarities when he first heard of the story, though he didn’t fully remember when that was, but it seemed even more accurate now, looking at it from a different view.

The truth was, the improv was no less scripted than the rest of the play, nor anything else he’d experienced for that matter. This “play” began much before this street performance.

Even though it felt as if it had been years, he still remembered the beginning as clear as day.

When the Traveler first appeared in Mondstadt, he was unable to clearly remember anything prior to when they arrived. Hell, other than the most major events in his life, he couldn’t remember anything at all, and even those major events were fuzzy. He knew his interests, and his relationships with people, but it was like he had some strange form of amnesia. He’d wanted to tell someone about what he was going through, but every time he got a chance, he would black out, and wake up somewhere completely different.

To him, it hadn’t even been that long since he’d first noticed, but already, days had gone by. He “woke up” again outside of Good Hunter, in the middle of a conversation with the Traveler about something he couldn’t recall thinking about. It had been days. The periods of time he was being knocked out for were getting longer. He had to say something as soon as possible, but he found he couldn’t control what he was saying.

He quickly realized that he was bound to some sort of script. Sure, “fate” served as a loose script, but this was word for word. He wondered whether this was happening to anyone else, but had no way to check, since he was either stuck to this script or unconscious.

It would sometimes be months at a time now he would be unconscious, almost like slipping into a coma. The Traveler was there with him wherever he was, so he assumed they must have something to do with it, but he hoped they didn’t know they did. Maybe then he could still tolerate them.

Over time, it seemed like the writer started to tease him more and more. It started with a few jokes from “him” hinting at it being some kind of story, and now it was a whole play.

He was an actor, playing a character, playing a character destined for tragedy. The only difference between this play and his experiences was that in reality, he was given no choice on whether to take the role.

This little improv session with Prince Qubad made the audience think he refused to accept the fate he was given, that he rejected it entirely, but the story still ended in the same way it was written.

As he looked at it now, he was no different from Prince Qubad in this story. Or at least, “Kaeya” wasn’t. He knew how Qubad’s story was similar to his, yes, but this improv session added something to it.

There were two layers to the scripting. One was fate itself. Destiny. Most people knew about this, and it could be seen fairly easily, only needing the help of some magic. This already seemed like enough restriction, as it was supposedly extremely difficult to change, but there was even more on top of that, at least for him.

It looked like in the future, “he” would have to make a very important decision, and end up choosing a secret third option. While this would be rejecting his fate in terms of what the people of Teyvat consider it to be, he would still be following the narrative this second, stricter script had for him.

…Oh, the irony. Just like the play, the character is written to refuse fate. Sure, the original script may not have included that, just as “his” original fate does not include what he’s likely to do.

He’d been wondering whether he should keep trying to break out of this. Obviously, doing so would grant him back autonomy, but it would also be following the whole “defying fate” path set for him by whatever scripted this. Either way, he was still playing right into its hands.

“Perhaps there's an inept god out there deciding everyone's fates... much like the Akademiya student drafting Darbil's scripts. Yep, "inept" is a good word for it. Honestly, it might even be a little too civil to describe a god who turns fathers against their sons and is bent on endless warmongering... don't you think?”

Either somehow, he had managed to change the script slightly with his thoughts, or the writers were mocking him.

…It was the latter, wasn’t it? “He” continued on about how someone doesn’t have to follow the script if they don’t like it, like it was just that easy. He’d made up his mind. He had to get out of this, no matter if that was what the writers wanted.

The conversation was coming to an end now, he could feel it. The Traveler was about to leave, and from what he knew about their journey, they likely wouldn’t be seeing him again any time soon. Any second now, the Traveler would disappear, and he would be knocked out for gods know how long. Couldn’t they just stay a little longer…?

#sagau #genshin sentience au #genshin fanfic #ao3 #pursuit of knowledge

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sterekdyke · 5 months

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Okay but I can’t stop thinking about girl!Jake (Jake Bradley and ice and mav all as women, everyone else can be canon gender I guees), fighting tooth and nail to get on the boys football team in high school and killing it on the field and then putting on a cute little sun dress and being all charming country cowgirl esque and all the boys love her and the girls don’t know what to do with her, but she bonds with girls over ‘girly’ things (which she genuinely does love) and with boys about sports and how her brothers taught her to fix cars, and the whole school would fuck her if she let them. But she won’t…

But Jake wants to fly planes, and she can’t do that if she’s out, so she makes out with her gal pals at sleep overs and complains to her best friend Javy. He and her joke that Jake should have been into men so they could be together, but they both are ride or die and understand that their friendship is just as important as any future partners they may have.

Jake falls in love with a woman who’s a little older than their cohort and always wears dumb Hawaiian shirts and has these stupid curls and long long legs. Bradley clearly has some big attachment issues and is incredibly avoidant one minute and then when they’re alone she’s all over Jake. Sure, they have to be careful of DADT, but women are allowed to physical in a way men aren’t, so what gives?? The only person Jake sees Bradley be affectionate with without reservation is Natasha Trace and it makes Jake want to set her own plane on fire. Why can’t Jake and Bradley cuddle in the rec room the way Bradley and Nat do? It would be fine…

So she flies like she’s on fucking fire, just like her hero (and ‘celebrity’ crush) Maverick (one of the first female fighter pilots, one of the best pilots ever) and unknowingly triggers the fuck out of Bradley who pushes her away further. Jake tells Bradley she loves her before graduation, Bradley tells her they have to choose flying or each other, and she doesn’t want to ask that of Jake, so she chose for them. She wants Jake to fly and forget they ever were more than friends.

Javy, being besties with Jake, has no reservations with hitting women in a fist fight, which he makes very clear to Bradley after she breaks Jake’s heart. Bradley ruins the satisfaction by basically saying please hit me and crying all over Javy, who is just too weirded out by measured and detached (when it comes to Jake) Bradley Bradshaw sobbing about how everything always ends and people always die or lie or get torn away and Javy better fucking punch her lights out and promise to make sure Jake is happy and in the sky and he better fucking promise not to mention this conversation to Jake. Javy calls Nat to come get Bradley. He doesn’t punch her in the face like she so desperately wants him to. It seems to earn Javy brownie points with Nat.

Jake doesn’t learn about that conversation for many years. She does learn other things though. DADT ends and her other lifelong hero Admiral Tomaszi ‘Iceman’ Kazansky comes out in the aftermath, as a lesbian (which, duh have you seen that woman’s frosted tipped flat top????). Iceman gets a lot of flack from all ranks, but her achievements speak for themselves and Jake is in total awe. In the release Kazansky spoke of the harm DADT had done her community and her family, and she hoped it was a step forward. She mentioned a partner, and there was a slew of speculation, but Jake was too busy getting laid to give it much thought. She sent Bradley a text, one of solidarity and excitement: “if THE ICEMAN can come out so can we 🎉” Bradley leaves her on read. Jake gets the hint. Etc etc…

I have more weird lesbian brain worms, but idk if I’ll keep going or write this, but HANGSTER AS LESBIANS WHY HAS NO ONE DONE IT????

#tgm #tgm fanfiction #hangster #lesbian hangster #there are icemav vibes duh and some javynat #top gun maverick #female!jake #female!bradley #jake seresin #bradley Bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #javy coyote machado #lesbian iceman #m writes #lesbians of top gun

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chickenparm · 2 years

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WIP uhhhhhhhhhhhthursday

also @adelaidedrubman and @henbased and @a-gal-with-taste i'm ringing the bell for you chuds to post some of your WIPs

here's a snippet of some scaramouche that i've been slaving over because i can fix him i swear i swear i can fix him he can be fixed he just needs some tlc-

syke i wish he was worse but yeah here's scara getting his shit kicked in so hard it knocks some sense into him. and by sense, i mean extremely unhealthy dependence and poor coping mechanisms.

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“I need to go for a little longer-”

“I said stay.”

“I need to eat, Scaramouche.”

The name makes him flinch, his hand falling to the bed and leaving you bereft of his grip. A yearning little part of you misses it fiercely. Fear isn’t the right word when you pinpoint how wrong it is for you to have become attached like this, yet after having learned so much of his life in the span of moments, you feel an involuntary kinship that colors all your thoughts of him.

His reaction to the name isn’t explained. While most of him is tucked beneath the blankets of your bed, the hand that had been touching you lays above them with his palm to the sky and his fingers clenched into a loose fist. They only clench tighter as he pointedly looks up at the rafters and says, “Don’t come back, then.”

That strikes at you. His petulance is completely unwarranted, and you’re helpless to your own urge to plant your hands on your hips and call him out on it. “Make up your mind. Do you want me to stay, or do you want me to leave you alone? I’m going to have Tubby make up a second bedroom. Then you can hide out in there if you want to be a child.”

“I’m not-” With one movement, Scaramouche pushes himself up on a hand to sit up. His elbow shakes with the effort, clearly not up to the task of moving so quickly just yet. A sick sense of pride shoots through you with how solidly you’ve beaten him. Through grit teeth, he continues, “You’re the one coming and going as you please.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

Scaramouche flinches at your hiss, avoiding you all over again, judging by the stubborn set of his brow. Just like him, you’re exhausted, and you don’t have the time nor energy to entertain his whims right now. With purpose, you turn your head and call for your teapot spirit. In a dusting of tiny fireworks and drifting petals, Tubby appears and opens their beak to begin bombarding you with everything they’ve been waiting to say.

And you’ll give them that when you have time, but for now you hold a finger to your lips and they get the hint. Folding the sleeves of their robes together, Tubby listens as you ask, “Can you bring me something to eat? It doesn’t matter what, don’t trouble yourself too much.”

“Of course! Give me a little time, and I’ll have something splendid for you!”

Your request to not go out of their way is entirely lost to the empty spaces in the room as they disappear. Blowing out a long sigh that feels too much like resignation, you carefully sit on the side of Scaramouche’s bed, your back turned to him and your hands on your knees to brace yourself. When Tubby comes back, you’ll get them working on that second room.

In the meantime, the hand along your spine returns, this time splayed out with a palm pressing firmly against you. It’s a simple touch, one that you close your eyes and relish now that he can’t quite see your face. The expectant moment lingers with a quiet anticipation before Scaramouche breaks it without remorse.

“Why did you do it?”

“Bring you here?” Shuffling behind you, and you assume it’s a nod. “Would you believe me if I said I empathize with you?”

“One little peek at my memories, and we’re suddenly friends now? You feel sorry for me?”

“Is that so bad?” Your head turns so you can look at him out of the corner of your eye. Though he’d been quiet and restrained, it’s clear that there’s fury bubbling beneath the surface that you now must quell. “I think we’re more alike than you realize. Yes, I felt sorry because you never deserved any of that, even after all the problems you’ve caused as a result.”

“I’m not some good guy under all this, you know. I’m not putting on some front to trick you - this is who I am.”

Behind your eyelids, you see him in white, curled in the cavernous wooden halls of his domain and clutching himself in the mockery of a hug. Tears run down his cheeks, one after another, in a constant stream of loneliness and despondency. Perhaps that isn’t him anymore, but neither is this tyrant that’s bent on the divinity he was meant to receive.

#wip #unedited #and subject to change #scaramouche #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche genshin impact #looooooooooooooooooooong one shot comin up #it's gonna have spice as per the usual parm fare #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #scaramouche x reader #reader is traveler #but not lumine #or i guess you could be lumine i just don't use descriptors beyond female bits

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dearsnow · 2 years

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hello! could you please make a fic dylan x gn reader full of fluff if you don’t mind?🥺 maybe one of the scenes could be the reader sitting on his lap and if you could add dylan being jealous at some point it would be perfect too! love your writing <3

KISS THEM, YOU FOOL

- dylan and jacob fight for love during a session of truth or dare (dylan lenivy x gn!reader, fluff with only the slightest hint of angst)

word count: 1,109

a/n - alexa play “kiss her you fool” by kids that fly 🤞 also this fic is kinda meh but it’s whatever 💀

If there’s one thing Dylan hates, it’s being jealous. Jealousy is stupid. Why should you get mad when someone who’s so so close to being your significant other but really isn’t is dared to sit on someone else’s lap? It makes no sense. He rubs the crease between his eyebrows with frustrated hands, trying his best to avoid looking at the scene in front of him.

You, perched on Jacob’s lap, talking and laughing like nothing’s wrong. You whisper something into his ear and Dylan thinks he might explode.

He’s not mad. Not really. He can’t be mad at you. It was a dumb dare from a game he created, and it’s not like he can snatch you off the other boy’s lap himself. That’s what he reasons, finally tuning into the conversation surrounding truth or dare.

“Anyways, it’s your turn now.” Jacob nudges you with his shoulder, grinning as you dip forward a small bit.

“Hmm…” you ponder, peering over the crackling fire at the rest of your companions. Abi shrinks away from your gaze, clearly still embarrassed from the truth she had to tell. Kaitlyn and Jacob look too cocky to answer or do something truly entertaining. Emma just went, so it can’t be her. Ryan is barely paying attention and Nick looks like he’s about to puke, for reasons you’re unsure of. Your eyes now land on Dylan.

He’s wearing an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. He seems guarded, clenching the hem of his shirt in his fists; he looks about ready to punch someone and then himself. You need to get him out of his head before he loses the last bit of fun he could have before camp ends for good.

“Kaitlyn.” Her head turns toward you, a satisfied smile on her face. There’s an instant connection as it seems your brains are working in tandem, running smoothly like oiled gears. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” She beams almost instantly. A chorus of oohs bounce around the campfire before she says, “Give me what you’ve got.”

“I dare you to give a dare to anyone of your choosing. One catch though- it has to involve Dylan.” You search their reactions. Emma has a sparkle in her eye, Jacob scoffs at the cop-out, and Dylan, for the first time in a while, smiles. He has an air of curiosity about him, thick enough to notice from your position.

Kaitlyn looks positively sinister. “Oh, the things I can do with this dare.” She muses. She pretends to think for a minute, counting the stars and looking quizzically into the sky. Suddenly, she snaps her fingers. “Dylan. Jacob. Up.” Jacob slides you off his lap with ease, drinking up the stares of the others.

Kaitlyn whispers something into his ear but he doesn’t look happy about it. They go back and forth for a minute before coming to what seems to be an agreement, leaving you to stare at Dylan standing awkwardly in the background.

You like him. What’s not to like? He’s funny, sweet, and perfectly him. You always feel your heart flutter a bit when he’s near. You can only hope he feels the same.

“You boys are going to arm wrestle- for love.” There’s a soft murmur as everyone tries to predict what “for love” means. “The winner gets to pick a person to sit in their lap, and the loser… well, the loser doesn’t get a choice. I’ll pick who they wine and dine.” Emma gasps audibly, and even Ryan is interested in Kaitlyn’s antics.

You narrow your eyes, suspicious of Kaitlyn’s intentions. It’s obvious Jacob is going to win. No offense to Dylan, but he looks like a wet french fry compared to the other boy’s overwhelming stature. Dylan looks like he’s ready to be embarrassed. He’s practically accepted it at this point, waving off Jacob’s teasing as he assures his audience that he’s a professional bodybuilder.

The boys lock hands on a stump as Kaitlyn counts down, the others picking their side and cheering on the counselor of their choice. The voices grow louder as Kaitlyn practically screams “one!”, slapping the stump and setting them loose.

The air is tense as they struggle back and forth. Dylan takes the lead first, but Jacob pushes back hard. The game of strength teeters from one person to the other, but eventually, Dylan is put in a good position.

As Dylan slams Jacob’s hand rather forcefully into the wood beneath him, the night explodes with cheers and groans.

You’re grinning like crazy. You can hardly believe Dylan had the strength to pull it off, but somehow that lanky little bastard did it.

Dylan is all smiles, accepting the slaps on the back and basking in the compliments like an attention-starved man.

Jacob hangs his head in defeat, shaking off Nick’s teasing and gesturing towards Kaitlyn. “So, who gets the pleasure of sitting in my lap?”

There’s something almost wicked in Kaitlyn’s gaze. “Ryan.”

“Oh, come on!” Jacob groans, sticking his pointer finger in her face. “You promised it would be Emma!”

Emma rolls her eyes. “You seriously lost just because ‘kaitwyn pwomised Emma would get to sit in my lap?’ That’s kinda pathetic.”

Their arguing fades into the background when you notice Dylan talking to Kaitlyn. Probably about how she rigged the contest in his favor. You don’t really understand why she would cheat to help him win, until, of course, she motions you over.

“There’s the lucky fucker!” She exclaims. “You’ve been chosen to sit on the one and only Dylan’s lap. Don’t get too comfortable though. Leave that in the cabins.” Your cheeks warm as she teasingly jabs you in the side.

You sit down carefully, all too aware of his lingering eyes. He wraps an arm around your waist and your stomach erupts with butterflies. You can feel them worming through your system, making your fingers tingle and brain mushy. It’s heavenly.

“Just so you know, I won that battle due to my superior tactics.”

“Oh? And what are those tactics?” You stare at him with your eyebrows raised. His face is a blushy pink, and he’s quite obviously a lot happier than he was earlier. You mentally remind yourself to thank Kaitlyn when this is all over.

“I moved his arm with the force. It’s the only foolproof m-“

“Shut up and just kiss them, you fool!” Kaitlyn interrupts, clearly tired of how he’s joking like usual instead of taking the rare opportunity she’s given him.

Dylan pauses. He looks at your lips, then your eyes with a silent question of “can I?”. You nod,

and he obliges.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

#solar eclipse.#the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy headcanons #dylan lenivy #the quarry dylan #dylan headcanons #dylan the quarry x reader #the quarry imagine #the quarry #the quarry headcanons #the quarry game #fanfiction #fanfic

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illegalkisstotheface · 2 years

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Lawrusso, orgasm control/delay/denial, some D/s elements, probably inconsiderate use of hot tubs (sorry not sorry)

He REALLY should have known better when Daniel had stopped giving him permission to come about a week before their trip. Johnny generally got off (metaphorically speaking anyway) on the fact that he’d relinquished control over his orgasms to Daniel, and Daniel seemed to really enjoy it too, although in hindsight Daniel might be enjoying it too much. Most of the time he’d let Johnny come after a little bit or begging, once or twice he’d made him wait until the next time they had sex, but a WEEK? Come on now!

Daniel’s been teasing him the whole time too. Getting him all worked up and then telling him “no, not yet.” And Daniel’s been coming- in Johnny’s mouth, on his tits, his face, inside him. By the time they leave Johnny is so worked up he can barely stand it. He gets hard at the drop of a hat and more often than not there’s a little damp patch in the front of his underwear.

They get where they’re going and Daniel doesn’t even have the decency to get to it already. He’s unpacking a little, checking out the cabin, making sure the hot tub out back seems clean enough to actually use. When he settles on the little couch instead of heading to the bedroom Johnny tries not to lose it. Instead he kneels down in front of Daniel and stares up at him.

“Hey honey,” Daniel smiles, smirks really, down at him as he says it, “is there something I can help you with?”

Johnny is all but past shame at this point. He lays his head on Daniel’s thigh, face inches away from his cock, eyes still on Daniel’s face, “please.”

“Please? Please what? What do you need baby?”

Maybe he still has a little shame left after all because he can feel his face go bright red, “come on, you know.”

“I know exactly what you need, and I promise I’m going to give it to you,” he runs his hand through Johnny’s hair and then cups his cheek, “when the time is right.”

“Is the time right now?”

“Could be.”

“Any chance of turning that into a ‘yes’?”

“I’ve already decided when, it could be now, but maybe it’s not.”

Johnny sighs a little exasperated, “fuck it, can I suck your dick anyway, whether it’s time or not or whatever?”

“Of course sweetheart.”

So Johnny gets Daniel’s pants down and underwear out of the way and goes for it. He tries to tease and drag it out, maybe a little hint of payback, but he doesn’t last long before he’s into it for himself because he fucking loves this. Daniel’s hands are in his hair, tugging just enough, and he’s running his mouth the way he does when he’s feeling too good to stop it.

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so fucking good at that baby. You’re really desperate, aren’t you? Someone’s been mean to you and left you waiting for so long. Don’t worry, it’s almost over, just a little longer.”

Johnny’s starting to feel hopeful that he means that Daniel will let him come this time, maybe after he finishes Daniel off. He gives the best blowjob he knows how to give, just in case that helps.

It doesn’t. Daniel comes down his throat, fingers tightening in his hair even more. Johnny is whining around Daniel’s cock, begging without words, he could definitely come just from being told to at this point.

“No. Not yet.” Johnny’s whines turn into sobs as he pulls back. Daniel takes just a moment to put himself back together and then he’s pulling Johnny up half on the couch and half on his lap. “Shhh, it’s ok, you’re doing so well honey. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

Later that evening Daniel pours them each a drink and leads Johnny out to the hot tub.

It’s a beautiful night and the lighting is perfect, just enough to avoid running into things but not so much as to distract from the night sky above them. They settle into the hot tub and Daniel turns on the jets.

It starts out as relaxing. The water is warm, the jets are soothing, the company is the best part. Daniel is in constant contact with him, mostly just arms and legs touching as they sit next to each other, but eventually he moves so that his arm is over Jonny’s shoulders. Daniel is still talking to him, and Johnny is mostly listening, adding something here or there or responding to a question, but his attention is starting to drift. The way Daniel is touching his arm and sitting so close to him is becoming distracting. Even the feel of the water has gone from relaxing to sensual. As Daniel moves to put his empty glass on the porch rail outside of the tub the fingers of his other hand move across Johnny’s tit and against his nipple and Johnny makes a high, needy little sound.

“Is that all it takes to get such pretty sounds from you right now? Maybe I should keep you like this.”

“Please,” he feels like he’s right on the edge again and he’s barely been touched.

“Please? Please keep saying ‘no, don’t come yet’?” Daniel’s pressed up against his back now, chin hooked over Johnny’s shoulder and both hands on his tits now.

Johnny shakes his head but can’t bring himself to actually say ‘no’. He makes another pathetically pleading sound. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“You need to keep waiting?” One of Daniel’s hands drifts down and around his cock. He’s really not going to last long at all and he’s not sure he can stop himself either.

“I need to come. Please!”

“Hmmm,” that hand is moving faster and his hips can’t decide whether to move into the touch or away from it, “I don’t know, you’re so polite like this too, all ‘please, please, please.’”

“Daniel, I can’t, I’m gonna… please!” Suddenly the hand on his chest covers his mouth.

“You know I get to decide when, and if, you get to come,” Daniel growls in his ear, “that belongs to me.”

Johnny nods as much as he’s able but he’s still worried he’s going to lose control. He whines behind Daniel’s hand.

“Poor baby. So needy. And now you can’t even beg for it. You just have to wait. Maybe I won’t even say yes.” Johnny can feel tears prickling in his eyes at that and the next sound he makes is more of a sob. “Still, you have been so, so good for me.”

He picks up the speed again and Johnny is wailing behind Daniel’s hand. He’s trying so hard to be good but he’s going to-

“Come for me, honey, do it now.”

Johnny’s pretty sure his soul leaves his body. He can’t remember ever coming so hard in his whole life. He feels like he can’t stop. And Daniel keeps stroking him through it, more gently now.

When it finally seems like he’s done Daniel is manhandling him to lean over the edge of the tub with his hips above the water. Before he can say anything Daniel pulls his cheeks apart and delves right in to licking his hole. Johnny is full on crying now. It’s so so much and he feels so overwhelmed but it’s what Daniel wants to give him and he loves taking what Daniel gives him. “Come for me again, baby,” and before he realizes he can again he’s coming.

Daniel pulls away but returns before Johnny’s even caught his breath with lubed up fingers (when did he bring that out and where did he keep it?!). He’s got two fingers in Johnny’s hole and they feel huge and not enough at the same time.

“Think you can still take my cock? Or are you too sensitive?”

“P-please,” he feels like he can barely speak but he tries anyway, “please. Fuck me.”

“You sure honey? You’ve already taken a lot,” he adds a third finger despite his words. Johnny cries out even louder and nods emphatically.

“Do it, please. Use me.”

Daniel moans a little at that. He takes his fingers back but soon replaces them with his cock.

Neither of them last very long this time.

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decadentpandawasteland · 4 months

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A continuation of my Damien and Rost series, which currently just has a working title of Revenge. It's been a fun thing to work out, as unlike most of my writing, I actually have a vague plan of where I want it to go.

As always, feel free to give me any feedback, and thank you for reading :)

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“Did you ever want to do something different, sir?” The boy barely old enough to be called a man asked, his wide brimmed hat flopped as he bent down to organize books on the shelf.

“Why in the world would I have wanted to do something different?” The ancient man asked. His robes billowed as he reached up and grabbed a book. He glanced through a few pages of text before placing it down on the desk in the middle of the room. “I have riches, influence, and power. All three of which will be yours when your training is done. Of course, it would only be as long as you listen and not ask ridiculous questions like that Nicolas.”

“I’m sorry, Master Quin, I just worry about-” Nicolas said, before Master Quin cut him off.

“Enough of this silliness. Have you found it yet?” He asked, his words carrying a finality to them.

“No sir, nothing yet.” Nicolas responded.

The two men searched for the text as Nicolas thought about his mentor. Quite frankly, Master Quin was a difficult and frustrating individual to be mentored by. The man always gave varying and vague answers to questions, or even avoided answering them at all. He was pompous and by every metric, a gigantic asshole. He was, however, one of the greatest and most powerful sorcerers in the entire kingdom. The only ones that ever seemed to come close to defeating him have been those of The Brood and they slowly seemed to be closing that gap. Master Quin however had heard of a lead, something that he hoped would allow him to fight The Brood and keep his slowly slipping lead in power against them.

The two men searched through the books. Texts of alchemy, biomancy, pyromancy, astral magic, even full bestiaries, but nothing on The Brood. Some of the texts were kept, put on the table, while others were put back.

“Sir, what exactly are we looking for? I see you kept some of the bestiaries and the books on astral magic. Does it have to do with something like that?” Nicolas asked, his hat covering his eyes in shadow.

With a frustrated breath out, Master Quin let out a sigh. “As I’ve told you before Nicolas, we’re looking for anything that could be used against The Brood. The books on astral magic are always welcome as even someone with my caliber of mana control still has difficulty with the more complex spells. If someone happens to be lucky enough to offer any tips I haven’t already thought of myself, well, I’m not a fool to think twice about using them.”

“What about the bestiaries?” Nicolas asked, ignoring the fact that his master had in fact, not, said anything about what they were looking for before.

Master Quin let out another sigh, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Why must you ask such simple questions? Am I truly that much of a failure as your teacher that you can’t infer any information? Fine. This one time I’ll give you a hint. What is The Brood most well known for?”

Nicolas thought about it for a minute. According to rumors, The Brood had originated out of a forest to the south. It was said the founder, someone just referred to as Bastard, had stumbled across a dragon’s egg while exploring an ancient cave system. All that anyone has seen from the group after that has been mass destruction. Entire villages burnt to the ground, caravans carried off into the sky by a creature with leathery wings, and the brutal killing of anyone that crossed them. They had taken control of the villages and small towns in every way but name, as they extorted from the local power players. The cruelest offense that he was aware of, though, was their use of the townspeople against themselves. He wasn’t sure what their method was, but either through threats, bribery, or some other way, The Brood had convinced the own population to spy on themselves. It was the kind of thing that scared Nicolas to his core. He couldn’t imagine the stress of having to watch any stray statements that could get himself killed.

Master Quin looked expectantly at the young man before he replied, “The dragon, sir. It’s their entire backing of force, at least at the beginning. Now, I assume it to act as more of a rallying point for their forces and morale as a whole. You take that out, and the group falls apart.”

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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Soulmate AU with June; part 3

It’s that time again!! I’m guessing that this will be 5 parts but that remains to be seen lol I’m also kind of struggling with deciding how much of this I want to follow the actual storyline and dialogue and how much I want to twist to my liking so we’ll see how that goes!

TW: mentions of anxiety and worry

June clears his throat and says belatedly, “I didn’t know you were awake yet, how are you feeling?”

You ache all over, but especially in your head. You also feel hungry, thirsty, and nauseated at the same time. You’re not even sure how that works.

“I feel like I was hit with a ton of bricks.”

“That...isn’t far from the truth.”

You stare at him incredulously, awaiting him to elaborate on whatever that means.

“You don’t remember what happened to you?”

“I don’t remember anything, really.”

June looks shocked by that, then frowns. You feel the tension leaking over to yourself, but don’t really understand what that means. Maybe you’re just really empathetic?

“Nothing? What about your name?”

You think about it, so hard that you squint your eyes shut, rummaging around in the blank space that your mind is currently. And then you find it.

“[Y/N],” you say, breathing a sigh of relief, but pushing yourself to try and remember more. If you can find a way to remember that, surely you can get the whole picture. Then a piercing pain races through your head and you gasp, opening your eyes.

June winces like he also experienced some pain, but quickly his face turns concerned.

“I think that’s enough for now. It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/N].”

You ponder on what he means by “finally” but your thoughts are cut off by June speaking again.

“You’re currently on board the Andromeda 6, I found you in the rubble after the invasion on Goldis. Does that sound familiar to you?”

While you mull the name in your name, nothing of particular familiarity comes up.

“Not really, no. Maybe I wasn’t from there.”

June pauses as if he hadn’t considered that either.

“Maybe you aren’t.”

A slightly uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you before June stands up quickly and motions towards the door.

“The doctor mentioned she wanted to see you as soon as you were awake, let me take you to her now before she gets mad that I delayed any longer.”

You nod, though that only hurts your head more. Tentatively you take a wobbly step out of your bed and slowly regain your orientation after laying unconscious for who knows how long.

At that moment, the ship lurches forward, breaking the weak footing you’d gained and you go crashing into June. He quickly reaches out his strong arms, enveloping you and pressing you into his chest. A warmth runs through you that is deeper than what June’s body heat could have transferred, your face heating up at the affection that floods your mind. Just as you think that, June lengthens his arms to set you back on your own two feet, avoiding eye contact.

“I-um- I’m sorry about that,” you manage to say, as you know you’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, even though there was nothing you could do about falling.

“No!” He starts, then softer he says, “no, it really is ok, just unexpected. I don’t adjust well to, um, surprises.”

“Then I’ll try to avoid them in the future,” you say with a kind smile on your lips.

June laughs lightly at that, eyes showing hints of care, before turning from you to activate the door. It swishes open and he sends you on your way to your check up with the crew’s medic.

Your first steps on Terranium are suffocatingly hot. It feels like the sky itself is trying to push you into the ground, and you squint into the hazy orange horizon as you desperately try to adjust yourself before you look weak in front of any of the crew. Yet, June steps in front of you, blocking most of the light and giving you at least a moment to steady yourself before you have to familiarize yourself with a new, and frankly scary, place. It’s as if he could just sense that you were overwhelmed, but after the past few days you’ve come to realize that he’s just a very perceptive person. Strangely so, but it’s not a bad thing.

You almost instinctually step closer to him as you and the crew approach an Arcnos that towers over you, and even has a few inches on June.

“Oppo is really friendly, don’t worry. They just say some strange things sometimes,” June leans over to tell you. You nod and smile at him, thankful that he’s with you while you encounter this strange environment. You have a feeling that you always wanted to travel, but you wish that you had a choice on where you got to go.

Soon enough, Bash is introducing you to the Arcnos, who looks you over with an indistinguishable look on their face, but you aren’t sure that you’d know what their faces are supposed to look like anyways.

When you enter the bar it’s almost another shock at how dark it is, just after your eyes had finally adjusted to the scorching light of a desert planet. There are smells both good and bad, and eyes that follow you as you walk deeper into a room full of people you never expected yourself to be entangled with. After sharing a decidedly unsatisfying drink with Calderon and Damon you wander where you think you remember June going, a curtain separating the room you’re in with the next.

As if you hadn’t had enough shocks for the day, the pulsing music and exorbitant dancers fill your senses before you can even react. Just has you had begun to expect, June spots you in the crowd and leads you to where he had been sitting. A sense of security washes over you as June’s presence is in your proximity again. Lingering in the back of your mind is also a sense of relief, yet you don’t know what you’d be relieved about considering you trust June to take care of himself just fine.

“Are you still overwhelmed?” He asks you, hands fidgeting on the table in front of him.

“Hm, just a little bit. I like new experiences, but I like them better when they’re spread out a little bit more. There’s only so much new that I can take,” you chuckle at the end to hide the tiredness from your voice. Your injuries were still healing to some extent, and it feels as though the last few days you’d been worrying for two people.

“We can go back to the ship if you like-” June begins to offer.

“Oh, no, that’s really not necessary, I wouldn’t want to end everyone’s nights early as no doubt they’d worry about why we left. If I could, I want to just sit here and listen to you if that’s ok.”

“Yeah...I can do that. What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, I want to know more about you. You know basically I can say about myself.”

June looks conflicted for a moment, furrowing his brows before setting his mouth in a line.

“What do you know about the planet Orion?”

You hear everything he’s willing to say about his past, which is admittedly still not much, but at least you have a place of origin to associate him with. When he becomes distracted by the chaos Aya is causing, you slip away to find others, not wanting to sour his mood with talk of things it seems he’d rather not relive.

The next time he sees you is outside the bar with Ryona. In the back of his mind he tells himself that he had been looking for her and that you being with her was just a lucky coincidence, but he knows that he rushed out to find you when he could feel the panic you were transmitting.

Seeing you face to face with a violent Kitalphan, scrap metal clutched in your fist, his instincts take over and he steps in front of you and Ryona.

“Is there a problem here?”

The Kitalphan just scoffs at him, “Not your problem, buddy.”

That sets June on edge, as you are his problem, for better and for worse, whether he’ll admit it to himself or not. He feels his jaw clench and the shoulders of his shirt become tighter as the Orionite in his veins picks up speed.

“Dude, don’t,” the Kit’s friend says, “he’s one of them.”

Horror flashes over the Kit’s face and they both turn to walk briskly away. Good, June thinks. Even if he’s cursed to be this way at least he can keep danger away from you.

“Are you both ok?” He asks, though he’s searching deep in his mind to find your feelings.

“Yes, are you? Is something wrong?” Ryona asks, noticing his tension. That allows June to get back on track for why he’d been looking at least for Ryona.

“It’s Ayame.”

At that Ryona makes a beeline for the door, you and June following close behind, ignoring the concerned silence emanating off the both of you.

You really shouldn’t have followed a stranger into an alley. Seriously, what were you thinking? Now that you can’t see him anymore and you’re out of sight of the crew, you feel worry creep up your spine.

Or maybe that was the knife being held to your back.

“Following a stranger into an alley is a really bad idea, you know.”

And you do know. But you also know that voice. You feel like you have to say something, anything.

“I’m [Y/N]-”

You’re spun around by your shoulders to face a man who looks so familiar to you, yet so distant.

“Your majesty, you’re alive?”

And the puzzle pieces of your clouded mind shift into place and you remember. God, do you remember. Your royal position, the man you loved standing in front of you, knowing that you’re not soulmates.

Soulmates.

You instantly know the feeling you had when you first met June. The secret to his perception. The feelings you can’t pinpoint.

Your eyes widen.

June.

#how do we feel about this #idk how i do!#but it's done at least #i am thinking at the least 2 more parts #getting into the good stuff now with that deep KNOWING pain #see you in a few days for more sadness!#june x reader #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #june x traveler #andromeda 6 #a6

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