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s1mpactafterhours · 2 years

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Past the moon and all the stars, straight into your loving arms

☆ Kaedehara Kazuha × Reader drabble

A/N: Look I'm definitely going to have to revisit this later cause I didn't have the energy to type out a fully fleshed out fic at 4am but uuhh... here's a poetic confession kinda thing, then a drabble with your first time with Kazuha. Tried to keep it as vague as possible so hopefully it's consistently gender neutral (but if I do make it into a fic later on I doubt it will stay that way). But yeah let's just ignore whatever tf Teyvat's astronomy is for rn and just enjoy the pretty themes and romantic funky times in this ok? ok. Love y'all, hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! xo, Aerin ♡

🔞 n/sfw bit is under the cut. mdni pls n ty. 🔞

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"You're like the sun, no.. like the stars. Silently guiding those you meet towards happiness the way stars guide their people home. Form friendships like they form constellations. Not overwhelming like the sun, nor requiring others to shine like the moon.. you provide your own warm glow that everyone can feel safe in, shining all the while not wishing to stand out amongst the sea of stars, smiling upon every wish made in your presence. But darling if you are a star then I am but the moon, who hides like a coward and cannot shine without taking the light from others. Are you too, not afraid that I will take the light from you, far before you were ever set to burn out? Or is that simply a risk that a fool in love is willing to make, to let himself collapse at the feet of his lover, promising to share his light to pull them out of the darkness.. even without the strength of the blazing sun he needs to do so."

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• After a long day of exploration and catching up upon the wanderer's return, you and Kazuha head back to your lodgings for dinner

• After being very close friends for a long time, a drunken night induced by none other than your mutual friend Venti (in which the sneaky bard silently disappeared) led to a mutual confession and first kiss shared between you both

• Ever since, you'd crossed the threshold into the territory of being lovers, albeit shakingly so at first, given the samurai's traveling tendencies. He now prefers to travel in your company, opting for scenic dates or faraway vacations with his lover

• After dinner, Kazuha asks to stay over, getting much flirtier and much bolder with this next step he's taken, inching towards initiative

• He pins you up against the wall, trailing a hand up your thigh, placing chaste kisses on your lips between his words as he speaks, painfully enticing (his eyes the picture of heaven and sin, simultaneously, archons he's so unfair)

• "So I noticed you've been styling your hair similarly to mine a lot lately.. didn't know you were just that into me" he says smugly, teasing just to get a rise out of you

• "Kazuha, I know you didn't ask to stay over just to talk about hair" you bemoan, really hoping his hand would inch just a little closer to your-

• "You're right," and with a drag of his teeth against it lower lip as he pulls back he says, "I wasn't hoping to do much talking at all." Kazuha slides his hands up your arms until he can pin them above your head against the wall

• "What were you planning to do then?" playing coy, your swollen lower lip caught between your teeth as you batted your eyelashes up at him

• "A little more of this," a kiss on the lips, "and this," a kiss on the neck, "and maybe even.. this." Still pinning your arms with one hand, he brings the other to wrap a thigh around his hip as he rolls his hardening length into your crotch

• A pleased sound escapes, from who you're no longer certain, but it only serves to spur Kazuha further; kisses get rougher, messier, needier

• Like he just can't wait another second to have you like putty in his arms or he will die without ever really having the chance to say he lived (he's a poet at heart, but a bit of dramatic everywhere else. but with kisses so divine, you'd never dare to bring the archons into it)

• Both parties only break for air when they're gasping and panting, the look in one another's eyes fervent with want, no, need

• It takes them no time at all to start feeling each other up, a mess of tongues and teeth, slowly sliding down the wall in a flurry of undressing, ridding themselves of all their unnecessary layers of clothing

• True to his word, there's not much time to speak that night, much less let out anything vaguely that coherent anyway

• Kazuha is a very (very) attentive lover, easily pulling multiple releases from his partner before they're finally joined as one

• Whereas the kisses were wild and unbridled passion, this moment of long awaited unity is gentle, an exploration of two souls bearing their love and desire for the other in turn.. marking their surpassing relationship and transcending their bond now as lovers

• Kazuha takes his time cherishing the one he's given his wandering soul and steady heart to, looking into their eyes to check in with them, smothering them with kisses, littering them with kiss marks and bites in the heat of the moment just to have something, anything to ground himself in the moment (as he quite literally grinds and ruts into them as well)

• May not seem it but this softie is quite the romantic, tries for the cliché of both lovers reaching their peak simultaneously (if not, really wants to make them feel good first)

• Basically a service top in this case, especially with emotions/tensions running so high here. But there's more to your local samurai than meets the eye.. but not for tonight-

• Pours his heart out as he gets closer (very poetic 10/10), until he's holding on so tight, all but letting out whines about how good it feels, about how good you feel, how he's losing his mind, how lucky he is to have you and to be loved by you, and at this point you're absolutely shaking around him (not just because your legs are exhausted and his stamina's got even you all tuckered out-)

• Embarrassingly loud moans of your name until he nearly chokes on one of the very moans coming out of his mouth, eyes rolling to the heavens above and beyond behind his eyelids, mouthing hollow kisses into your chest all the while

• After you two come down from your highs, he collapses on top of you, head buried in your neck as he murmurs sweet nothings about Typical Kazuha Things like your scent lingering in the air and how he hopes you'll both smell like each other cause he'd love to feel like he's got you with him in spirit even if he's away

• Lots of lazy kisses and wonderful aftercare until you both give up and just pass out in each other's arms from the sheer exhaustion of it all, after a long day to boot

• His last thoughts before the tides of sleep pull him in are him thanking every star, god, and moment that have ever led to your meeting, enamored by all that you are and all that you two could someday hope to be.

• Kazuha's always been free like the wind, but the one shackle he willing welcomed was the love that bound him by your side. Unlike the wind that can be bottled, his feelings for you never could.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #kazuha smut #kazuha scenarios #kazuha fanfic #genshin scenarios #kazuha imagines #kazuha lemon #(don't think i've ever officially written for this fandom so uuhh idk what tags are lol bye-)#s1mpactafterhours #aerinposting #aerin.txt #aerin.writings #genshin drabbles #genshin lemon #aerin's writing #...oh gosh if i do more im gonna need a masterlist huh fkfkfj #my post #alt title: past the moon and stars right into your heart #(or some variations of it ok i didnt know wtf to title this. i usually go for very basic and short names 😭)#the very last line is prob my fav in case you couldn't tell... as is teasing kazuha hehe 🥴🤲🏻#this felt longer to scroll thru than only 1.2k words..but uuhh ima just take word counter up on that one lmao #then again i did bullet pts for once instead of my usual long drawn out stuff.. and not much backstory bc i was tired so hhhhh #open img for higher res #this is what i get for uploading on mobile </3 but anyway

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writingawaymylife · 1 year

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So, if I decided to finally sit down and write the sequel to Dance Around - Jump Forward, is this Fandom still alive enough to be interested in it? Just wondering.

#death stranding #death stranding x reader #higgs monaghan #higgs x reader #aerins thoughts

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novemberocean · 9 months

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What am I doing wrong to be offered hockey player simp posts, and random reader x whoever in my "based on your likes" when have I liked hockey posts. I don't care about hockey. Or walking dead reader insert. This has gotta be proof that tumblr has no algorithm

#no tea no shade no pink lemonade #you keep doing you hockey stans #tho some of u sound like kpop fans #aerin babbles #its the x reader thats confusing me most tho

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xxshadowbabexx · 2 months

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Hi! I've been thinking ab Soap x Irish reader, like, upon joining TF141, he immediately noticed her accent; the distinctive blend of curly hair and freckles made it challenging to conceal her ethnicity. If you don't want to write anything about it that's fine!!

A Chance to Take

Warnings: language, i think that’s it

Price had gathered the men in his office to go over the details of their upcoming mission. The mission was pretty simple, really. Find out where the enemy keeps the bombs, and take them before they get the chance to use them. If things went well then there should really be little to know combat. The problem? None of them had a dog that could sniff out bombs.

And that’s where you came in. You and your bulky four-year old german shepherd were quite the mix. Devastating on the battlefield, with a reputation that precedes you.

So you were assigned to assist them on the mission. You and your dog, Aerin, would be tagging along to help locate the explosives, and the 141 would be there to help diffuse the bombs (Soap has excellent expertise there), and as a safeguard in case you met with trouble along the way.

The squad all had different opinions on doing a joint mission. Gaz was pretty excited to meet someone new, ever the social butterfly. Soap was rather indifferent, and Ghost was rather against the idea. It was no secret that he wasn’t a people person, and he preferred to stay with his squad since he had years of built up trust with them. Soap understood that, and in turn was a bit defensive of someone new coming in, not wanting to rock the boat with Ghost.

Or at least, that’s how he had felt. Until he saw you.

You walked in the room, a pep in your step that caused your curls to bounce around your face. Retelling the story later, he would swear he heard angles sing- but maybe it was just the sound of your voice as you introduced yourself.

He was too tuned out to bother listening to Price as he spoke, only catching something about “two months” before he dismissed them.

When they exited the office, Soap noticed you and Aerin heading in the opposite direction of the boys, and he bounded up to you.

“Ey there, lass, there ain’t a chance ye’d go to the pup tonight, is ‘ere?” you giggled, and he thought he was in heaven.

“Is this supposed to be yew askin’ me out, MacTavish,” God, the use of his last name sent chills down his spine. Made him itch with the urge to know you.

“Depends on if yer acceptin er not, bonnie,” he smirks, and that’s how you found yourself here now.

Three drinks in and having a better time than you thought possible. Soap initially struck you as arrogant, maybe even an asshole. But now you questioned whether he was more than that. He was funny and laughed at your good jokes, lighthearted and passionate. Not to mention real fucking good looking.

“So bird, ‘ve been wonderin sumthin,” Soap starts, turning to face you clearer.

“Oh?”

He smiled and leaned in, “Any chance a lil bonnie lass like yerself is single? I know we’ve jus met but I’m wonderin if this is a option I should keep open,”

You grinned, toothily, “Is my MacTavish falling on me?” you teased, not noticing how his heart skipped a beat.

My MacTavish. The words echoed around endlessly in his head. He was always someone who knew what he wanted, and now all it was for you to say it again.

“If we keep on goin like this ye jus might be able to keep callin me that, lassie,”

You smiled as you took another sip of your drink. “‘M counting on it, my MacTavish,”

Two drinks later, and Soap is insisting on walking you to your room. Aerin walked a pace ahead of the two of you, as you both talked, tipsily leaning on each other for support.

“Well, here’s me,” you slurred, standing in the doorway.

Johnny smiled, cupping your chin and leaning in. You thought he was going to kiss you, but no. He’s a decent man and knows that the both of you aren’t in the state for this.

“Let me take you out somewhere nice sometime? Outside of th’ base?”

And well, what do you say?

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#cod soap #soap cod #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty

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lilyoffandoms · 3 months

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Time & Again (Blades)

A gift for @saibug1022 from @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (art exchange) featuring Salem’s MC, Asterin. Implied or referenced relationships: Asterin x Tyril; Asterin x Mal; Asterin x Aerin; Tyril x Mal. (So yes, that ask was from Thia but on my behalf hehe).

Warnings & A/N: This fic deals with canon compliant kindnapping, torture, and trauma. It also features medical torture and experimentation, compliant with this fic by Salem. ~3200 words

[Huge thanks to my proof-readers. Any mistakes are mine not their’s. There is only so much you can get me to edit haha.]

A bright, unnatural light overhead.

Thick, suffocating shadows blotting out the room.

Gleaming scalpels and saws reflecting that light into the shadows where it is consumed. Along with what little hope he may have clung to.

There is only that familiar all-consuming dread.

They are only snatches of memories, glimpses really, he can’t call them anything else. Nightmares maybe? For those bits of memory, visions, reality - he doesn’t know - what he does know is they are the only things to fill his waking dreams and haunt his sleepless nights.

He wants to close his eyes to escape but she waits for him on the other side. There is no escape and yet he succumbs to sleep where he is met with exactly what he feared he would find. What he always finds.

He’s not sure what is real and what blanks his mind is simply filling in to try and cope with the trauma. But he knows one thing-

She stands over him.

That’s how it always starts. Her over his prone, scared and beaten body.

At first she simply looks him over, taking notes here and there in the eerie quiet of the laboratory. Weeks, days, hours later - he doesn’t know - her examinations turn to poking and prodding. Measurements taken and written down in the margins of a parchment she keeps referring back to.

The feeling of emptiness is all that fills him.

He is alone.

So very alone.

The feeling that comes next - weeks, days, hours later - drowns out that emptiness. That dread is replaced by a deeper, more excruciating one.

The pain is all that fills him.

He is reminded he is not alone.

So very much not alone.

He jerks awake in the warm night of the Deadwood. It’s as dark as his memories. He watches Mal stoke the fire before Tyril throws another branch on.

“Do you think he remembers more than he’s telling us?” Mal whispers as Tyril takes a seat beside him on the cooling ground and wraps his arms around the rogue.

Asterin closes his eyes again and listens.

“You believe he would keep vital information from us?”

“No. No. Not like that sort. He said he was experimented on but doesn’t remember much,” Mal trails off as Tyril nods his head in understanding.

“It is possible.”

“Why won’t he talk to us about it?”

“He will when he is ready. Until then, we wait and offer what support we can.”

“Maybe I should go talk to him?”

She stands over him.

He’s back on that cold, metal table. He watches as she picks up a blunt ended scissors. He feels the cold metal on his skin as she slips it around the hem of his shirt and works her way up.

It is an out of place sound in so quiet a room. The tear of threads and the rhythmic click of the blades meeting as they get closer and closer to his neck.

He holds desperately still, not a single breath taken until she slips his tunic open and sets the scissors aside.

Weeks, days, hours later, who can say, his eyes fall closed and he reminds himself to breathe.

Breathe.

And he does, until that very breath is stolen from his lungs as he opens his eyes and finds her watching him. Her gaze is steady, cold, empty. Her face is the same mask until the smallest of grins tugs at her lips and her gaze turns bright and a unearthly fire lights her eyes in wicked mockery of his fear.

He jolts to the surface and sucks in a deep, cleansing breath of air as he swims through the murky water to the shoreline, crowded thick with all manner of lush, verdant life.

“Asterin!”

The cry greets him before he sees two sets of boots wade into the water to help pull him to shore. He waits, bent over, for his heart to calm down as Imtura stands beside him, on guard and at the ready. Tyril kneels down beside him in the mud and tilts his face up.

“Are you okay, Asterin?”

It’s a soft question.

He shakes his head, and the bad memories from him, and stands up as Mal calls out.

“Where’s Nia?”

She stands over him.

She picks up a needle and plunges it unceremoniously into his arm. He grits his teeth as she digs around until she finds a vein. She works methodically to attach a tube to it and he can only watch in horror as his blood drains from his body.

“It will help,” she says cooly.

“With what? Dying?” he quips.

“With what is to come next for you Realm-Walker.”

Her all-too-pleased grin is the last thing he sees before his body protects him and he passes out.

Weeks, days, hours later, he is awake and wishes he was not. The light is far too bright for his eyes and his mind swims as he struggles to move his head and regain his bearings.

Everything hurts and he is alone.

So very alone.

And yet he knows she’s there.

Not so very alone.

He can hear the quill scrap across the parchment, her gentle breathing, the lower murmur of many voices somewhere in the distance. Even the obsessive silence is loud.

She looks up as he groans at the pain his movements cost him and scowls at him before turning her attention back to her notes.

He starts as his hand falls on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Asterin. Breathe.“

He turns slowly to face the person speaking to him, a part of him fearing the face won’t match the voice. But he finds he can breathe when that unsure smirk greets him.

“Aerin?”

“I’m right here.”

He shakes the already fleeting feelings of dread that cling to him but he can’t shake that all-consuming, bone-numbing fear he seems to carry with him now wherever he goes. He can’t shake the memory of her cold, calculating eyes, or the chill that runs down his spine upon remembering her smile.

mmm

The people of Riverbend draw his attention back and he smiles the same smile he has practiced since returning to this realm. What was it? Weeks, days, hours ago?

He doesn’t remember that much, only happiness. Bliss found them tucked between sheets as smooth, unscathed hands ran up his back. Stars, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him in a few words, hastily scrawled on a piece of paper abandoned. Like him.

She stands over him.

It was as if he was no longer in his body but floating above it as he watches her hesitate but a moment before making the first incision starting near the left shoulder and working down to the end of the breastbone. He watches as she methodically repeats that same incision from his right shoulder before continuing down from the sternum, around his navel, until she pulls the scalpel from him and sets it aside.

He watches in horrified fascination as she moves aside tubes and casts another spell over him lulling him deeper into the strange inbetween world he’s found himself in.

The inbetween?

No, that can’t be right. The Watcher would be here then. No, this is some other-worldly space that is meant just for him. A trap just for his mind. Another trick she has played on him to confuse his already rapidly fraying sense of reality.

He turns back to the scene before him. It is a deeper cut than it feels, he thinks to himself.

She peels his skin back, as nonchalantly as if she were peeling an orange, and takes notes before reaching for a bone saw.

He reaches for her, desperate to stop what he knows will happen, but his hands reach blindly and fall through her as if she were not there.

She smiles knowingly and looks up to meet his eyes, seemingly knowing his consciousness is still there even as his body lays trapped, asleep.

Asleep. I’m only asleep, he reasons. But he knows that’s not true. That was a conversation from another time. Not now.

“It won’t hurt,” she says, bringing him back to the now, or then, or will be. Hells, he’s not even sure anymore.

He looks at her through tear-stained eyes.

“Why?” she asks as if reading his mind. “Because I’m curious.”

The widening grin is maddening and chills him to his core as he closes his eyes and listens to the sound of metal sawing through bone in the vast emptiness of the Shadow realm.

He is thrust back into another world as a dull humming sounds from copper pipes above them.

“We need to find a way out of here.”

He looks around wildly. Desperately trying to gain a hint as to where they are. He feels like he’s reeling, falling into some endless abyss until warm brown eyes meet his.

“Asterin?” Mal asks.

The dwarvish dungeons well beneath the subterranean city of Zaradun. He breathes. He’s here, not there. That is something at least.

“I got an idea. You with me, kit?”

He doesn’t remember that much, a tight swallow and a slight nod is all he is capable of until chapped lips meet his and he melts into the kiss. Bliss found them wrapped in each others arms. Nimble fingers teasing the fabric of his shirt. Warmth, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him.

She stands over him.

Beating heart cupped in one hand as she moves the left lobe of his lung further to the side with the heart, to look deeper into the gapping cavity that is - was - his chest.

Huh, there is not as much blood as he would have expected.

“I stemmed the flow,” she says not looking up from her examination and probing deeper.

“What?”

“There is not much blood because I stemmed the flow. Makes it easier for me.”

He looks at her, she is almost giddy with excitement. It’s such a stark contrast to his own emotion. He looks back to his prone body, strapped to the table. Deathly still.

This isn’t real.

“If you say so,” she chuckles and tucks his heart back in place before turning to a scribe sitting in the corner.

“Chest contains the usual. The heart is within normal size for his species and in typical condition for an elf of his age. Lungs are supple and a healthy pink. Nothing of note in the upper cavity.”

She pauses and glances back at him.

“Moving on to the lower abdominal cavity.”

His wide eyes watch her every move.

“What are you looking f-“

“Whatever I please,” she says and looks down on his body as she brushes a stray hair back from his face with a bloody hand. He feels his blood on his scars as she traces one and then another near his eye. It’s warm still, slick. He can smell iron in the air.

He shouldn’t feel it but he does. He knows it’s real and he flinches as she caresses his cheek.

“No!”

His scream draws all their attention to him as they sit at a tiny, scared table. They all look up from their meager dinner plates to him.

“Asterin?”

He’s pale and shaking. He can feel it.

“I’m fine. There is nothing wrong with me,” he mumbles as he brushes Tyril’s hand from his arm and stares daggers into the violet eyes across the table from him.

“Dinvalir,” Tyril leans in and whispers, “that is not true.”

The creature of his nightmares stares back at him with a playful smile on her face.

“I can assure you there is nothing wrong with him. I checked. Thoroughly,,” she says in Tyril’s direction but her gaze remains fixed on Asterin.

“And just what does that mean?” Mal’s hard voice asks.

He narrows his eyes at Valax as he jumps up. Chair legs scrapping harshly against the floor and making Asterin flinch.

“Let’s just eat,” Asterin cuts off any further conversation.

He doesn’t remember that much, only Tyril’s firm, yet gentle, voice in his ear. Bliss found them in their own world of whispered comforts for a moment. Calmness, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him.

She stands over him.

He’s sputtering on the bank of a river, coughing up water. The rain a deluge around them, watering long dead trees and parched ground. The sky, darker than is natural, adds to the oppressive nature of the realm.

“You saved me?”

It’s half statement, half question, and he is utterly and entirely confused.

“Your light-realm witch made sure I could do no other,” Valax crosses her arms.

“Of course.”

He would thank her but the pain that radiates from his chest stops him from such foolish behavior. After all, the water he is coughing up is from lungs she held, while the bones she cut from his body shield the heart she could have crushed in her hands.

She deserves no such kindness from him for she has shown him none.

“If you are quite through, we should find shelter,” she states and is walking away from him before he can respond.

He stands reluctantly and thinks over his nonexistent options. He does not want to follow her but neither of them have a choice right now. His body screams at him to run but she will find him. She is bound to him.

His worst nightmare, ever present, made hauntingly real. If he thought he could escape it - escape her - before, well he sure as hells can’t escape it now. Nia saw to that.

Does Nia even realize what she has done? Does she understand the re-lived pain she is inflicting on him by binding him to his kidnapper, his torturer. Logically he knows Nia was only trying to protect him, protect them all, but he can barely breathe with the thought of Valax, much less the reality of what he is subjected to now.

The cave is cold but dry and higher than any flash flooding could reach. He follows her in and stands warily off to the side, near enough the entrance to escape if she should turn on him.

“We should build a fire.”

“I suppose you should,” he states, aiming for her nonchalant coolness.

She glares at him and time stretches into eternity. He won’t give her the pleasure of looking away from her no matter what nightmares he sees fresh in the depths of her dangerous eyes. She relents before his resolve crumples and soon enough a fire is lit before them. Small but enough to keep them warm.

She sits down beside it and watches him over the flames.

“You should rest. I’ll keep first watch.”

His laugh is a bitter thing echoing off the high walls.

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t be a fool. I require little sleep. You do.”

“Did my vivisection tell you that?”

He could almost fool himself into believing there is a flash of regret in her eyes but then again, fire plays dangerous tricks with those that believe it’s warmth will not burn.

“Your mortality does,” she murmurs into the flames.

He watches her a moment longer before settling down on the opposite side of the fire. Leary but exhausted enough to not care.

They watch each other for weeks, days, hours, he’s not sure. But they simply sit there for what could be eternity or mere seconds.

“Don’t look at me like that!” he finally snaps.

He doesn’t like what he sees with her eyes lit by and within from fire. There is something primordial, predatory, primal in the dark emptiness there.

“Like what?” she demands in turn.

“Like there is more you haven’t cut from me, more you haven’t discovered.”

“You think I’ve not exhausted all my options with you, day-walker?” she spits.

He feeezes a moment at her words, her tone, the shifting of her shoulders as if she is only barely holding herself back from ripping into him anew.

“I don’t care. Just don’t look at me like that.”

“What would you have me look at? There is not much here beside you and me.”

“Look at the fire then.”

“Fine,” she says and does as she was told.

Weeks, days, hours later he finds his eyes drooping with the weight of too many sleepless nights. Running from a demon that he can’t fight. A demon that now lies in wait, biding its precious time, before him.

“Talk to me,” he says.

“What.”

“You heard me.”

“What would you have me talk about?”

“I don’t care.”

He listens to her voice, asking occasional questions to keep her talking. She asks questions of her own which he answers cautiously.

He just needs to stay awake or at the very least know where she is by the sound of her voice. He cannot risk sleep with her here.

Keep her talking but don’t give anything away. Keep her talking but don’t give anything away. Keep her talking but don’t….

She stands over him.

“Seems there was more to discover about you after all,” she smirks.

He’s on his feet before she can move and he’s backed away from her, realizing too late that he is trapped between her standing in the mouth of the cave and the wall behind his back.

She watches him look around wildly for a moment before he has his sword in hand. She rolls her eyes at him and turns away.

“I hear your friends.”

“You do?”

The tip of his sword drops slightly until she takes a step towards him and he levels it at her in warning as he strains to listen.

Sure enough, he hears the telltale sounds of Mal and Tyril bickering and Imtura egging them on while Nia yells at them to shut up.

He smiles and gestures for Valax to continue on out of their shelter.

The earth is just as parched as it was the day before. Smooth dried mud cakes the ground and is already splitting, cracking, peeling away from the ground. There is no smell of fresh rain, only decay. It is nearly enough to break him until hope springs in his heart at the sight of them.

Soon he is wrapped in Mal and Tyril’s arms and he can’t help the choked sob that escapes him as he sinks into their embrace. He takes a deep breath. He is warm and safe.

“You came,” he whispers.

Joy leaps in his heart as they cling to him tighter in answer.

“You came for me.”

She stands over him.

“There is nothing here!” she fumes.

It’s a shout of disappointment. Anger. Frustration.

“Princess?” the scribe asks.

“Lower cavity shows nothing unusual. All organs are accounted for, healthy and normal. Nothing to explain,” she glances down, “him.”

He blinks a few times until she is in focus. He’s on his back on the same hard metal table. A bright, unnatural light hangs overhead.

The same thick, suffocating shadows blotting out the surrounding room.

She continues to look down at him, into his glazed over eyes, as she closes him back up.

The needle she uses to sew him up reflects the light into the shadows where it is consumed. Along with what little hope he may have been clinging to.

There is only that familiar all-consuming dread.

“I will learn your secrets. You will beg to tell me them before the end.”

How long has it been? Weeks, days, hours - he doesn’t know any more. Doesn’t know if he ever did.

But he’s alone.

So very alone.

And no one came for him.

#playchoices #choices blades #choices bolas #blades of light and shadow #content warnings #blood cw #medical experimentation cw #kidnapping cw #torture cw #trauma cw #art exchange #my drabble

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elithilanor · 10 months

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Sapphic Tolkien Creator List

A collection of creators and their Sapphic works for the Tolkien fandom. This list was born out of the frustration of a lack of sapphic and wlw content (trans and non-binary inclusive) preferably created by sapphics and how, when created, it doesn't get any traction.

If you know of any creators that aren't on this list, please tag me at either @elithilanor or @creativity-of-death on their work so I can add them to the list below! If you’re on the list but I missed some of your creations that are sapphic, please tag me on them so I can add them!

Support your queer and fandom communities, so let's start here!

Artworks:

@thelien-art

@runawaymun

SFW Arwen x Eowyn Lesbian Pride

SFW Galadriel/Artanis x Lúthien

@welcomingdisaster

SFW Nerdanel x Indis

@simkaye

SFW Arwen x Fem! Aragorn

Fanfiction:

@elithilanor

NSFW Delayed Gratification: Arwen x Fem! Reader

NSFW Sapphic Arwen Alphabet

SFW Fem!Elrond x GN! Reader

@outofangband

SFW Morwen x Aerin Ficlet

Morwen x Aerin Ficlets

Sad Morwen x Aerin Fic

Morwen x Aerin: With Slander for a Blade

@starlady66

NSFW Dove: RoP! Galadriel x Fem! Numenorean HCs

NSFW Dress: RoP! Galadriel x GN! Reader

SFW Arwen x Fem! Aragorn

@wareagleofthemountain

SFW Opposites Attract: Tauriel x Fem! Reader

@sanisse

NSFW Silm/LotR Galadriel x Fem! Reader

NSFW Sapphic Tauriel HCs

@melestasflight

SFW Mothers: Nerdanel x Indis

@imakemywings

What the Water Gave Me: Finduilas x Nienor mentions of suicidal ideation

@clothonono

SFW Quicksilver: Indis x Míriel

Will edit as I’m tagged or discover new stuff!

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amoc94 · 1 year

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INFATUATION

Pairing : Seokjin x female OC (from reader's POV).

Genre : Yandere

Warning : Depiction of murder, dead body, anal sex switching to vaginal, unprotected sex (don't do this guys).

Wordcount : 2.7K

Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

List of Chapters here.

Part 9 - Labyrinth

He used to have bad dreams before. Fragments of flashbacks haunting him like monster under the bed in those children movies.

Always there watching him, he couldn't see it, but could feel their presence.

Maybe it was true what they said.

One shouldn't have feeling nor compassion when live in a world like his. It was what made him weak.

However, it wasn't a nightmare when those vision appeared when he was awake.

Ghost from the past kept coming back the more he wanted to forget.

One scene after another replayed like a black and white movie disturbed him at the time when he should have relaxed and rested at night.

The dream stopped once he succesfully mastered meditation technique, doing caligraphy, and learned to focus at things in his life that he could control.

Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't.

Tonight, it came back.

It was as if he was thrown back to that day, one cold night when he found her body, lifeless and naked on the ugly worn carpeted floor in front of the bathroom.

Blood smeared all over tile on the tub, the fresh scars, and her face. It formed blurry shards in his memory that became vivid once it manifested again in his vision.

There was an electric shock in his brain, a result of his unconscious defense mechanism that disrupt the dream and jerked him awake with heavy breathing and profuse sweat.

Sitting up, he threw a glance around the dark room, the glowing digital clock next to the bed showed fifteen past 01.00 a.m.

He turned to look at Aerin sleeping soundly wearing a thin lace camisole with matching panties. The room was freezing cold from the air conditioner blasting to full fan speed.

Leaning to her side, he tugged the quilt to cover her to the chest, then got down from the bed, fixing the sash of his kimono.

Yellow halogen light from the balcony seeped through the thick curtain eased his steps as he walked outside, pushing the glass door to the open air.

He was welcomed with cool breeze from summernight, and the view overlooking the courtyard along with tranquil sound of running water at the pond.

As he looked over the round fullmoon on the sky he couldn't help but recalled that fateful day.

He never resented his past too much, even he always tried to run from it. In some way he believed that everything happened for a reason, what moulded him to the man he was now.

Meeting with Aerin had always been a dilemma for him, giving him choices too difficult to decide, it kept him restless. Being with a man like him would never been easy, he knew that, -yet he still took her in. Despite what happened with the last woman that connected to him, he still couldn't let her go.

The image of her dead body in the small hotel he owned, a building he almost forgot it was on his proprietary list. It was small and shabby, barely sustained its ongoing business. Seokjin was having the thought to sell it once he saw the condition.

The more so after he witnessed of how men could become monster worst than animal.

He almost couldn't recognize her. Her hair was matted with blood, face swollen and several broken ribs, scattered scar on her skin also marred with caked dried blood. Autopsy determined that she was tortured and raped before they killed her.

Those people didn't know who exactly they were messed with, thinking he was just a rich man easy to blackmail. Somehow they found out about Kyoko and thought that she was his girlfriend.

While in reality, she was just a fling to Seokjin.

A little too long to be associated in a non-commital relationship. Three months was way overdue, he had never been in a permanent relationship before. Girls came and went from his life, sometimes he couldn't even remember their names after a week or so.

But Kyoko was an annoying persistent gold digger, Seokjin had a hard time to put firm idea in her mind, that the so called relationship was only temporary, never meant to be.

He loved the way she could satisfy him in bed, wasn't bothered with her demand for gift and money here and there, but that was just about it. He broke up from her two weeks before the incident.

When the call came, with her voice on the phone pleading him to transfer a hundred million won to the kidnapper, he dismissed it as one of the stunt she pulled to gain his attention.

It wasn't the first time.

The last wile she did was when she pretended to get pregnant and demanded him to marry her or she would expose him out.

Until he called Hoseok to send a high qualified gynecologist to check on her and she admitted her ruse. He got her away in the end, on the expense of twenty million won.

They found her body two days after the call.

For Seokjin, the murder wasn't personal. His heart had long froze along with his conscience and moral sense.

It was more about a blow to his ego and reputation. Also a hit to his financials.

Her death tainted the hotel reputation even more, no one wanted to buy it when it was released on the market.

The gang that abducted her didn't know who he actually was, so he had to educate them.

And to make a bold statement that imprinted to his name and interspersed through the underworld, it meant someone needed to be sacrificed.

So he asked Red Dragon to execute the work. Many kkangpaes were in desperate need of money, it wasn't difficult to pay them to kill.

Red Dragon was an organized crime with tight alliance with the yakuza. Usually he would avoid to be involved with them, but this time, he needed someone to do the deed without tainting his own hand.

They decided to mark the target on the youngest son of the gang leader, who was sixteen years old at the time.

His corpse was hanged over utility pole in the middle of busy street in Jongno, slashed on the neck, carved with Seokjin's name in hanja on his back.

It was all over the news and the NPA was in chaos trying to find the connection between a petty gang member with one of the most affluent businessman in South Korea.

Before they decided that Seokjin was likely their next target and needed to be protected instead. Same message interpreted differently, but either way it was all on his favor.

It was too big of a risk he was initially very hesitant to take especially to bump shoulder with the authority, but Jimin convinced him it was what needed to send the message across the crime world.

Don't mess with Kim Seokjin.

They might think they were powerful in their own world, but ultimately money speaks louder than any weapon.

He closed his eyes and breathed the night air, trying to get rid of the memory once again. The quiet night was usually the time he dreaded the most, when his conscious mind was at the loudest.

Always blamed himself with so many 'if only'.

Walking back to his room, he watched the woman that had occupied his room and his thought everyday since the first time he met her.

She was his salvation.

Whenever he was losing his mind, somehow her presence could bring back the sobriety he needed from time to time.

He climbed the bed and reaching to her sleeping form, gently removed the blanket.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer. Then he dipped in the crook of his neck, kissing on the skin softly, inhaling her scent.

There was a soft sigh escaped from her lips when she finally stirred awake, eyes slowly fluttered open and blinked at him in confusion.

"Jin ...oppa?"

"Sshh, ... you can continue to sleep. I just need something to hug."

He liked that she never changed her shampoo even when now she could afford more expensive brand.

He could tell her presence only by her scent alone.

"Something? I'm not a doll ...Oppa."

She chuckled, her lips was succulent pink and Seokjin could never be satisfied in tasting her.

"You are one very beautiful doll."

He slipped the camisole off of her, started to rain kisses on her naked chest.

Her nipple were perked up, he took it in his mouth and rolled it in his lips.

"Jin Oppa ..."

He was near her collarbone before the bruise on her left forearm caught his attention.

"What is this?"

She looked at him in bewilderment, then gazed at her arm.

"Ah, that ... I was late in tackling the attack, and Jimin managed to strike on my arm."

He hummed in response, carresing the purple bluish mark.

"It's your second training right? Should I ask him to wait until you recover?"

"No ... it's okay. I mean, you said it yourself, I need it for self defense, right?"

"That's my good girl."

He put her other nipple between his lips and started to suck.

She moaned loud when he licked the engorged buds alternately, biting and sucking in ryhthm.

He moved his fingers to her panties, ripping the fabric and threw it to the floor.

"Oppa, that's not cheap."

"Then buy another dozen."

He dipped two fingers inside her folds, while his lips sucked on her clit.

He liked to hear her moaned his name, running her fingers on his hair, demanded him to continue.

It was probably her scent that got him addicted to her, or maybe the way she tasted on his tongue, like some kind of pheromones.

He unknotted the sash of his kimono, and take of his boxer.

Stroking his cock several times until he saw the clear precum on the tip, he guided the head on her entrance and push it in one thrust.

She screamed again, this time there was pain in her voice. It usually took longer for him with the ministrations, but he needed the euphoric effect of the sex.

Fucking her was like narcotic for him, killed the pain and helped him creating another illusion. The stained glass of how he wanted his life to be.

"Show me how a good girl you are Aerin, and I will reward you accordingly."

His thrust turned rapid in no time, blood rushing all the way down to his core, numbing the pain he felt everytime he lost in the memory of his past.

He felt her muscle clenching around his cock, his lips moaning dirty curses when the head of his cock hit the right spot in her walls sending blinding effect in his vision.

His orgasm was nearing, but then he couldn't leave her without giving her release.

"Have you ... ever tried anal sex before?"

The words caught her in shock when she looked at him.

"Anal ... you mean from behind? Does it hurt?"

Seokjin kissed her forehead before spoke in low voice near her ear.

"It hurt only in the beginning, but then you will feel a different kind of pleasure. Besides ..." he carresed her cheek. The blush on her cheekbones made her looked younger than she actually was.

" ... you need to learn to handle the pain."

'Especially because you are my woman'

Kyoko's bloody face flashed in his mind and he abruptly turned her over, trying to rid the vision.

He helped her to be on her four, holding her hips to keep her in position.

He could feel his urgent need to cum but he decided he couldn't be selfish.

He spat on his two fingers, and rubbed it on her puckered hole. The mucles contracted in reflex upon the stimulation and his cock twitched over the view.

"Do you think you can handle it, baby? Or ... do you want me to stop?"

He couldn't see her face under the veil of her hair, and almost thought she would give up.

But she shook her head instead.

"No ... I ... I want to try. You said ... you will reward me?"

Seokjin smirked in satisfaction, his little fawn was getting smarter with each passing day of her living with him.

He plunged his fingers inside her ass, expanding the tight hole to prepare for the penetration.

It would hurt indeed, but she needed to get used to it.

He spat another glob of saliva to lubricate, and added another finger inside her.

"I'm going in, baby. Just tell me if you want me to stop now."

She shook her head again. Along the time living with her, he had learned that 'stubborn' was her middle name.

He positioned his cock on her, using his fingers to expand the tight hole.

Then in one powerful thrust, he went in completely.

Her scream was high pitched, echoing through the room, and Seokjin felt another delicious shock of arousal spread through his whole body.

He always had pain kink, he had restrained himself for so long not to hurt her more than she could handle.

When he started to move his hip, her cries turned to moan and they finally found the synchronized movement together.

"Yes ... oh god ..."

"You like it, doll? You want me to go faster?"

She nodded frantically while trying to keep her balance.

Seokjin tried his best to hold his release, keeping a stable pace while pounding into her, her juices became the much needed lubrication.

Until at some point he couldn't hold it anymore.

He pulled out abruptly, then slammed his cock inside her pussy, continuing to thrust in urgent speed.

They came together in the end, her body convulsed beneath him while his cock stiffened shooting a string of cum inside her walls.

He inhaled deep to catch his breathing, waiting until the haze dissipated.

He moved his hip once again, trying to prolong the sensation and milk himself dry.

When he finally pulled out from her, he hugged her from behind, laying down on the bed.

He carresed the skin on her shoulder blade where his name was permanently carved.

"This is very beautiful, like you."

He kissed the mark, there was a sensation of peace everytime he saw the scar.

"Your stamp of ownership, right ... Oppa?"

There was a hint of mocking tone in her voice, but he couldn't see her face to know for sure.

"I was going to say -stamp of protection, but ... I like the idea of ownership."

He heard her scoffed, and it sounded so cute coming from her.

"Protect me? From what? And how a scar can protect me?"

"I want to say, you will know someday. But, I definitely don't want something happened to you just to prove me right."

He could feel her relaxed form, a sign that she was about to fall asleep.

Seokjin kissed her temple, he felt overwhelmingly calm and at peace. It was the effect she brought on him every after he made love to her.

"Hmm, but how do I get rid of it when we break up later? Can I do the laser removal?"

Her words got him stilled in surprise, he lightly turned her over to face him.

"Why do you think about breaking up?"

"I don't think I can live like this in the long run. I want to work, Oppa. Like I used to before. It's getting bored doing nothing while you are at work. I need to busy myself."

He cuckled while patted softly on her hair.

"Oh Aerin... I never knew that you don't like to live like a princess. I'll think of something, ok? We better sleep now."

She nodded and looked away, letting him to embrace her from the back.

She was just too adorable sometimes. So cute and oblivious.

It was one of the reason why he fell in love with her.

"Btw, ... Aerin?"

"Mmh?"

She mumbled in a soft voice, almost drifting to sleep.

"Don't talk about breaking up, okay?"

She probably didn't hear it, when he got no response from her.

But he wasn't worried.

She wasn't going to leave him, because he would never let her.

Part 10

#yandere bts #bts fanfic #yandere jin #yandere kim seokjin #bts seokjin #bts smut #yandere!seokjin

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ruiniel · 2 years

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※FANDOMS and CHARACTERS

Castlevania series (2017-2021): Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Greta of Danesti, Carmilla of Styria, Lisa Tepes

Castlevania: Nocturne (2023): Richter Belmont, Tera Renard, Maria Renard, Annette, Drolta Tzuentes, Alucard, Abbot Emmanuel

The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-earth: Glorfindel, Sauron, Maeglin, Haleth, Aegnor, Andreth, Caranthir, Maedhros, Curufin, Celegorm, Finrod, Fingon, Morwen, Aerin, Aredhel, Nerdanel, Maglor, Eöl, Túrin, Gwindor, Finduilas, Niënor, Thuringwethil, Lúthien, Tar-Míriel, Amarië, Melkor, Beleg, Nellas, Orc characters, Olórin, Eönwë, Elwing, Eärendil, Mandos, Mîm, might add others

The Lord of The Rings: Arwen, Éowyn, Gimli

Mononoke (2007) & Ayakashi Japanese Classic Horror (2006): Kusuriuri (the 'Medicine Seller'), Kayo, Ochō

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, Tsugikuni Michikatsu (Kokushibō), Akaza

※RULES

I will change the blog description to say REQUESTS OPEN when asks for writing are open, which means I'll be open to requests that follow these rules

Please note I will only write for characters mentioned in the above section

I welcome Gen requests

For character/character pairings, I also write polyamory, welcoming your OT3/OT4 requests

I will not take requests involving major character death or pregnancy

I write both SFW and NSFW

For NSFW requests, I welcome kink related requests. If I don't write for a particular kink, I'll tell you

I will refuse requests I personally find uncomfortable or feel I cannot accommodate

For xReader requests, please specify if F/M/Gender Neutral reader in your request. If none is specified or the request is unclear in this respect, the default will be Gender Neutral reader. Note: I consider xReader requests as canon x original character (this is my house). If you like, you're free to mention specific traits for the 'Reader' in your ask.

I ask for patience, sometimes requests may take longer due to other responsibilities or unforeseen life events. You know how it is.

※REQUEST TYPES I WILL WRITE

drabble to pentadrabble (100-500 words)

oneshot (usually 500-1.5k words; longer if I get more ideas)

headcanons (HCs)

I don't take multichapter story requests, but it may happen that a oneshot can turn into a multichapter

※PAIRING TYPES I WILL WRITE

For any combination of characters on this list: character & character, character & reader.

For any combination of adult characters on this list: character/character, character/reader, character + character, character + reader, character & character, character & reader.

What this means:

/ = romantic/sexual relationship

& = friendship, platonic relationship

+ = queer platonic, other relationships

◘ MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES (2017-2021)

◘ MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES x READER

◘ MASTERLIST: TOLKIEN FANFICTION

◘ MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES HEADCANONS

I do not take drawing requests.

#ruiniel:fanfiction #ruiniel:request rules

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watatsumi-island · 4 years

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(In honour of the Blades Finale today...)

BOLAS CHARACTERS AS SONGS

Mal:

MC:

Tyril:

(His overall mood lol)

Nia:

Imutra:

Threep:

Aerin:

#tyril x mc #nia x mc #tyril x mal #blades of light and shadow #choices blades of light and shadow #imutra tal kaalen #dark imutra #imutra × mc #mal × tyril #mal x mc #mal volari #aerin x mc #bolas aerin #dark aerin #aerin valleros #aerin x reader #prince aerin #elmira nightbloom

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fan-goddess · 1 year

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House of the Dragon incorrect quotes #8

Modern version

Aenid: *Is applying chapstick*

Aegon: Hey what flavour is that?

Aenid: Um, I think it’s strawberry?

Aegon: Can I try it?

Aenid: *hands over the chapstick* sure!

Aegon: *pushes her hand away and instead kisses her*

Aegon: Oh yeah it’s definitely strawberry… my favourite flavour too!

Aenid: *Has stopped functioning*

#aegon ii targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #aegon x oc #hotd aegon #aegon ii #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x y/n #aerintargaryen #oc #incorrect house of the dragon quotes #modern house of the dragon #modern aegon #modern!aegon targaryen #modern!hotd #modern!Aerin targaryen #Incorrect quotes

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 years

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"I'm All Yours"

Marius x mc drabble (sfw)

✎ a/n: Had a bit of a drabble idea come to mind bc of this pic* and I haven't written in awhile since I've been busy so please bear with me as I let the brainrot outta my system :,)

Marius calls your name, successfully stealing your attention from whatever files you had just been reviewing. As he walks over to your desk he speaks up once more. "Whatever you want, I will do everything in my power to give it to you."

Turning to now sit atop your desk in the NXX headquarters instead, you lean in closer to Marius and ask him the most prominent question on your mind. "Are you sure you can give me anything I desire? Even if it's extremely expensive, the one and only of its kind?"

Marius scoffs, so sure of himself and his ability to get what he wants that he doesn't even bat an eye as to what you could be implying. "Never took you for the type to be so interested in collectibles, Miss Attorney. What's caught your eye? I can assure you it'll be in your hands by next week."

"How about right now?" You tilt your head as you speak, enjoying watching the confusion on the young CEO's face as the cogs in his head work on overdrive. What could you possibly want so desperately that you needed it right this instant? Before he can ask any more questions, you begin to prattle off a series of... oddly familiar descriptions. "The only thing I want is the absolute only one in existence of its kind. With the prettiest shades of blues and purples, sometimes dusted with the cutest shades of blushed pink, so incredibly expensive I could never afford it ten times over and yet... it's right within reach, at this very moment."

It seems that something suddenly clicks in Marius' head, but it's too late, as you've already pulled him in by his shirt, lips hovering a hair's breath away from his own. "It's you, Marius, you're the only one I've ever wanted... if you'll have me." The way his eyes light up could only be described as comical, like a kid who won the grand prize at the fair, or who's been told they can get as much as they want from the candy store.

Just before your lips meet, there's a slight rumble in the bluenette's chest, eyes softening as he leans in to close the gap himself. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your neck, loving, reassuring, and so gentle it takes everything in you to allow you both to part for air. And it is only after he pulls back that he finally mumbles a reply against your lips. "As if you ever needed to ask.. you've always had me, and I'm not going anywhere."

* The photo/quote in question that inspired this drabble, one of Marius' interaction lines in Visit.

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genshins1mpact · 2 years

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corruption

tw: death mention / character death

albedo was always aware of the likelihood of his arrival in mondstadt spelling impending doom. he, however, had never expected that doom would come in the form of you instead. one too many research trips with his beloved to dragonspine led to you becoming corrupted by durin, but albedo swore he was always able to calm down your brief outbursts and would be able to cure you soon. every waking moment spent in his lab or by your side, keeping your condition a secret lest the others try to take you from him. but one day he realizes it's too late, as he sees you with the festering desire in hand, purple veins covering your body with sinister, glowing eyes to match. albedo feels his heart up in his throat as he comes to the realization that it is not him who must be killed for the safety of the land of the winds... but the one and only he'd sworn to protect with his very life. how ironic, he thinks now, in hindsight. how cruel are the gods to give him the capability of mass destruction, only to have destroyed himself instead. how he wishes he'd never let you tag along to dragonspine, maybe then the cold nights would be warmer in your presence.

#just another ficlet/story idea bc apparently whenever im in the mood for angst albedo comes to mind idk #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin angst #aerin.txt #no idea wtf i tagged my other albedo post bc i hardly if ever write on here 🥴#this was written rly quickly and not proofread or anything so i apologize in advance if it's trash but yk;;; life #genshin impact x reader #aerinposting #genshins1mpact #s1mpact writing 📖 ✍🏻#aerin's writing 📖✍🏻#not rly proud enough of this to tag it out there like that but at the same time ...... ;;#albedo #edit; just re read my other albedo post and like... yeowch bro bonus angst points of this one comes after the last one.. my heart </3

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forgive-the-sea · 3 years

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Ok, I’ve finally decided on a request for your holiday celebration! 11 and/or 17 from the first list for Oikawa 😙 You love him, I love him; it’s a win-win. Thank you!! 💕

Aerin!!! 💖 Thank you for requesting this!! This was so fun to write and maybe I got a little carried away with it 😅 I hope you enjoy! Happy holidays!! ❄️💞

Oikawa + “Shut up and look at the mistletoe” and “I don’t need presents if I’ve got you”

“All done!” You exclaim as you put the finishing touches on your Christmas tree. “Well, what do you think?”

Oikawa looks at you then back at the tree with one hand on his chin and the other on his hip. He then takes a look around at the festive garland and other decorations you’ve put up around the house.

“Hmm...it looks nice but I feel like something’s missing,” he responds while looking deep in thought. “But what?” he says to himself while you wait for his response.

“We’ve got this gorgeous looking tree with lights, tinsel, ornaments, a nice big star on top.” He gestures above and around you. “And this pretty garland...and these cute nutcrackers. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

This was all part of Oikawa’s plan. He’d been wanting to put up some mistletoe and share a romantic kiss with you like he’d seen in those cheesy Christmas rom coms. After all, Oikawa is a cheesy romantic and decorating your first shared apartment together for Christmas was the perfect opportunity to sneak in some mistletoe.

“But, Tooru, we’ve put everything up that we’ve bought. Do you think we should buy more stuff?”

“Actually, I got some stuff myself the other day,” he says a little too nonchalantly.

Something’s up. You don’t know what, but you knew that the little inflection in his voice meant that he was up to something.

“Okay, well, what’d you get?”

Oikawa’s eyes widen and now you’re sure something's up.

“Oh, just a little something,” he says in that suspicious sing songy voice.

“You know, it’s actually getting a bit late and I’m getting kinda hungry. Would you mind getting started on dinner? And I can finish up here with the decorations!”

You narrow your eyes at him as he shuffles you into the kitchen. You point a finger at him. “The living room better be in one piece when you’re done!”

He grabs you by your outstretched hand and pulls you to him, resting his hands around your waist. “Please, darling, do you have no faith in me?”

“Only very little, Oikawa.”

He scrunches his nose at your use of his last name, but then smiles as you give him a small kiss on the nose.

You're in the middle of making dinner when you hear Oikawa call for you to inspect his work. You walk out into the living room and are met with a pair of personalized stockings up on the wall, more garland, and even more Christmas lights.

As you give the room a once over, you notice that the entryway connecting your living room and kitchen is decorated with something green. A small green bunch with its tell-tale white berries and decorative red bow hangs in the middle of the doorway. So this was what Oikawa was up to.

"Wow, babe! This is all beautiful!"

"Isn't it?" he asks with gleaming eyes. "I got these with our names on them!" he says excitedly pointing to the stockings.

"Tooru, I love them!" you add on with a smile. "And these lights! They're so pretty!"

Oikawa nods in agreement as he walks over to the mistletoe. Yes, everything's going according to plan. Surprise you with his amazing decorating skills. Now all he had to do was call your attention to the mistletoe and be his usual charming self.

"Anything you’d like to say about this little arrangement?" he asks while motioning to the mistletoe.

Of course you noticed the mistletoe and you realized that it was why Oikawa was acting weird. But you like riling him up so you played dumb.

You look up with a pensive expression and your hands on your hips. "Ah, yes! This holly is just adorable!"

Oikawa's eye twitches, "Holly?"

There it was. The face you were hoping to see. A confused and slightly irritated Oikawa. With his brows knitted and his mouth slightly open while he chose his next words. You take a step closer to him and try to hold in your laughter.

"You do know that holly has red berries and not white ones?" This is fine. Oikawa thought you'd recognize it as mistletoe right away. Who hangs up holly by entryways? Whatever. He just had to point out that it was clearly mistletoe so you could share your kiss.

"Is that so?" you ask as you inch closer to him and wrap your hands around his neck.

"Well, yes. It's a common mistake, but holly has red berries and these are white berries," he explains as he places his hands on your hips.

"Huh," you continue your charade as you begin to move the two of you closer to standing underneath the mistletoe while Oikawa explains the difference between the two plants.

"Holly is leafier and has red berries. It's a very common Christmas decoration so I can see why you'd confuse this plant for holly." Oikawa's too caught up in his explanation to realize when the mistletoe is finally above you.

"Would you shut up and look at the mistletoe?" you say with a laugh as Oikawa's eyes go wide and he looks between you and the mistletoe overhead.

"Wait...you were messing with me?!"

"Duh, who hangs holly up where people can get caught underneath it? You'd only do that with mistletoe."

Oikawa looks at you incredulously. "You know, this whole time I had this elaborate plan so we could kiss under the mistletoe! I was trying to be romantic!"

"Babe, you're so cheesy," you giggle. "I'm sorry, but you're so fun to mess with!" He pouts and turns his face away from you.

"But hey, we're here now. Can I have a kiss?"

Oikawa turns back to you. "You're lucky you're cute."

"You love me," you say nudging his nose with your own.

"I do," he responds with a smile before taking your lips in his. The kiss is soft and sweet. Even though you've been together for a while, his kisses never fail to leave you breathless. And in a moment of pure adoration, you whisper, "You know, I don't need presents if I've got you."

Oikawa knows you mean it. As cheesy as the line is he knows you'd only say it if you really meant it. His warm brown eyes light up and reflect the glow of the Christmas lights that surround you. You decide that they are easily the prettiest pair of eyes you've ever seen. "Who's being cheesy now?"

#aerin✨#holiday celebration 2020 #oikawa x reader #I thought this was funny lol but also I’ve reread this so many times while editing so I hope it actually makes sense #bc once you read stuff that many times it all starts to jumble up in your brain #also I wanted to keep these drabbles to like 500 words but this is like over 1k lol #anyway enjoy!!!!!

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