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primofate · 2 years

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Interrupted make-out session [Genshin Impact]

Notes: This was also a request and I liked it but for some reason I can’t find the ask anymore, I might have accidentally deleted it. Has been sitting in my drafts for a while cause idk how else to make it better. It’s still a little cringy to me, tbh.

Warnings: VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Aether

The two of you never really meant for it to turn into a make out session. With Aether, there’s a lot of patience and no pushing to do things. It just happened spontaneously while cuddling in bed.

The first kiss was innocent. Just a quick peck on the lips. But something in him seemed to spur him on and suddenly he’s leaning in for another one...and another one...and another... He’s still slow about it, giving you the chance to say no but also hoping that you don’t pull away. When you don’t, he peers into your eyes and sees that they’re clouded over, just as his is and he puts his all into the next kiss.

His hand cradles your neck, his kiss is nearing hungry, wanting more of your soft lips on his. It’s an addiction now and you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the already passionate exchange. You open your mouth to let his tongue slide in, the kisses are getting sloppy, wetter. Your legs are tangled together and the heat between your lips blooms in your stomach and has you silently begging for more. The raw emotion makes you weak.

“Hey! Why is the door locked?! Did you two forget about Paimon?! Let me in!”

The two of you pull away abruptly. Panting and flushed, Aether more so than you. There’s a subtle disappointment in his eyes, but he’s a gentleman so he smiles and gathers himself, smooths down your hair and his, kisses your nose and utters a quick “I love you,” before pushing off the bed and letting the clueless Paimon in.

Albedo

Did he plan it? You’ll never know. He took you to Inazuma with him when he was commissioned to paint The Five Kasen. Of course, he took Klee with him too.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone,” Albedo sets down the tea on the kotatsu and sits next to you on the tatami floor. Klee is out with the traveller and Yoimiya, and though he feels a little bad for not being able to take Klee around, he was really rather busy with the preparation of the paintings.

What you didn’t get was why he wouldn’t let YOU go with Klee instead. It’d been midday when he emerged from his separate work room and sought you out. And now the two of you sat side by side each other, you feel him snake an arm around your waist. “You’re done with the painting?” You question him as he presses a kiss on the side of your head.

“No,” he simply replies. The next time he dips his head, it lands on your lips and you instantly recognize the need in it. He rarely initiated kisses like this, the type that fanned a fire in your belly. It’s not a hungry kiss, but its long and his lips constantly move against yours, just as your head tilts to the side to give him more access.

Your hand slides away from the teacup and rests on his shoulder, his arms are coming up to your back and pressing you further into him. When he breaks away he only does so to dip back into your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear. “‘Bedo--” You shudder a little at the light and quick pecks...until your ears pick up on familiar little, running footsteps and the door making a small rattle before the two of you break away and it slides open to reveal a very happy Klee, bursting with joy about her adventures.

You pretend to be drinking tea, though Albedo’s hand is still around your waist, he clears his throat before greeting his sister. “Welcome back, Klee,”

Ayato

Intentional but has an excuse for it and kind of blames you for it.

It’s rare that he gets to go to a festival with you, but he decided that he could take a break today and walk around. Inazuman festivals are always looked forward to, with lots of stalls, festivities and the closing fireworks, it’s an enjoyable time for everyone.

For Ayato, however, he can’t help but keep staring at your kimono-clad form. You rarely wore them, only on special occasions. Simply said, you looked even more charming than usual.

So then was it his fault that he pulled you into a small alleyway in between two Inazuman houses and started kissing you? No. Not at all.

“A-Ayato--There are people--” He’s gentle when he maneuvered you against the wall, but his kiss was not. He nips at your lips in a teasing manner, and recaptures your lips over and over again with only a second to breathe between each one, his hands sliding up your hip to keep you in place.

“If you’re not too noisy they won’t notice, darling,” Ayato hides a smirk as he whispers to you, going back in for a now open mouthed and hot kiss. He just can’t get enough of you. Every breath he took was like breathing in lust and fire, seducing him to keep his mouth sucking yours.

Then, he feels something bump against his foot, he pulls away abruptly, one of his arms still leaning onto the wall next to your head and he looks down to see a colourful ball there. The sounds of kids shouting about kicking the ball too far and running after it makes him pull all the way back, just in time for the kids to stop at the entrance of the alleyway and look at the two of you quizzically, then down to their ball.

Ayato merely kicks it back towards them, and they don’t ask any questions, just caring about the fact that they can continue their game. He does pull you over and out of the small space though, despite you still being flushed and easily says. “We’ll continue later, care to come over?”

Dainsleif

Not a particularly jealous person but there are times where he can’t really stand other people giving you too much attention.

Wolvendom was apparently a dangerous place. Not for Dainsleif. Dainsleif might have been more dangerous than Wolvendom itself. So despite the dangers of the forest you find yourself at ease when he’s around.

The plan was to just pick wolfhooks, but things escalated pretty easily when you found your back against a tree and Dainsleif hovering above you. He didn’t have his arms out, nor was he pushing you towards the tree, but his gaze stayed you there. “...There was a man at the tavern who was a little touchy with you,” he started and you realized he had somehow been watching that exchange.

“He was drunk, Dain. He was kicked out a little later,” You explain as he cups your chin and levels his gaze towards you.

“...I don’t like it,” he simply says and you nod saying that you knew. No one would. However, instead of him complaining he translates his frustrations into a rather forceful kiss. Him pressing against you and trapping you at the tree, you didn’t resist, you had no intention to and all you could do was melt against him.

It would seem as if he was taking out his anger on you, but his kisses gradually ease up, and all it starts to translate to is love and of him never wanting to let you go. His hands tether at your waist and he continues to drown you with his kiss, tongue pushing against your lips, asking for access to your mouth. It’s soft yet dominating at the same time, like an artist’s brush that confidently strokes at the canvas, he continues to stroke his lips on yours.

The first signs of rainfall drip on the tree the two of you are under, it escapes past the leaves until he starts to feel it drip on his scalp. He pulls away as the rain starts to hammer harder down on the two of you. He doesn’t mind kissing you in the rain, but it was the thunder that worried him. He instinctively pulls his coat away and over your form, then retreating under a nearby shelter that he knew of.

His face still has desire painted on it, but he looks down at you, slightly drenched and looking cold and smiles a little with apology. “Sorry,” he says curtly and you only grin back at him.

Diluc

He likes the thought of being intimate with you. Kissing is just the most basic form of love that he discovered he enjoys. He enjoys it so much it’s hard for him to tell himself that one kiss will be enough.

It starts with your visit to his study. He’s there, poring over papers and the moment you walk in it’s as if his exhaustion billows away. He waits for you to approach him at his chair behind the desk and greets you by taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “Done with work?” He asks you and you nod your head with a small “Mmhmm,”

He stands then and greets you more intimately with another kiss. Gloved hand placed on your collarbone and clutching at your shoulder as he pulls you in. Your lips fuses into his perfectly, like you were made for each other and he thinks the same. It’s the exact reason why he can never just kiss you once, specially in the privacy of a room.

He kisses you again, but this time with more fervor, like he hadn’t kissed you in forever, like it was his first time seeing you in ages. His weight starts to push on you, and there’s nowhere to go but on his desk. Without ever taking his lips away he hoists you up over his desk, letting you sit comfortably while you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He’s standing in between your legs and his hands are pressed tightly on your waist. He pulls away to see the expression on your face, clearly wanting more.

He doesn’t ever complain about giving you more and the kisses heat up to the point that your tongues are dancing together, panting against the passion, your hands are tangled in his long, red hair, and you instinctively tug at the hair band keeping it together. Your body almost trembles against his at the intensity of his lips conquering yours--

“Master Diluc? The accountant is here to see you,” The knock on the door pulls the two of you apart, but he doesn’t move from his forehead to forehead position with you. It feels hotter in the room, and he’s sure that it’s not just him who feels it. He stalls for a while to think about what to say, wanting to just turn the accountant away and tell him to come back another time, but you laugh under your breath, feeling the conflict in him.

“Master Diluc,” you breathe out, clearly teasing him. “Don’t keep your guest waiting, I’ll come back later,” It’s you who pushes him away and jumps off the desk, turning to open the door and reveal Adelinde behind it. “He’ll be there in a second. Thank you Adelinde!”

Gorou

Shy. So more often than not you’re the one initiating. You’re surprised that he’s actually a good kisser, or did he just get gradually better at it? Maybe he read some books about it...

Gorou already knows what’s on your mind when you ask him “Can I see the armory?” The first time you asked that, he merely raised his eyebrows and said sure. That had turned out to be a full-blown kissing session that left him flustered the whole day.

It had actually been a while since you visited, and so when you ask “Is there anything new in the armory?” with a small grin on your face. Gorou can’t control nor hide the swish of his tail. He doesn’t admit out loud that he’s missed you far more than he can comprehend.

You’re rather shocked as well that when the door to the armory closes he’s the one who captures your lips in a kiss. He pulls away to say “I--I haven’t seen you in so long. I just--” but you silence him with another, pulling at his clothes to get him leaning on top of you, mouths meshed together.

Your hands wander up to his ears, you always do that, rubbing at it while kissing makes him let out a low growl into your mouth and give a slight jump, but he doesn’t hate it. In fact it encourages him to do more. To open his mouth and receive yours. The kissing sounds are starting to sound lewd and his hands are starting to crawl up your sides.

“General?” Gorou jerks away from you, there’s a sound of a weapon clinking, as if it was getting hung up on the wall. There are footsteps coming around to the two of you and you flatten your clothing out hastily. One of his soldiers was in the armory and emerges from a row of weapons. “Ah general! I thought I heard you!” and proceeds to ask about which weapon would suit him more, because he was having a hard time picking.

Gorou glances at you, face still flushed but there’s nothing but amusement in your eyes. He sighs inwardly and makes a future mental note to check if there’s anyone in the premises first before deciding to kiss you.

Itto

He doesn’t constantly think about making out with you but when it starts to happen he can’t get his mind out of the gutter anymore. Doesn’t have a normal amount of shame as well. So getting caught making out is like nothing to him.

His favourite place to go beetle hunting is Chinjuu forest. Apparently that’s where all the big and strong ones are. He’s looking at every nook and cranny. In the river, atop trees, under boulders, on the stone stairs, inside logs. You name it.

When he finally finds one, it’s like he hit the jackpot. “Heyyy!! Y/N, check this out!” he waves over and runs towards you to show you his new found treasure...only for him to trip on a big rock and start falling backwards, the beetle is startled and flies away from his hand.

Itto is somewhat of an impulsive klutz, and so when he realizes that he’s falling he clumsily grabs on to the nearest thing, as if it would help him. Unfortunately, that was you and you end up on the ground with him.

“Ow...Gee...Stupid rock,” he pushes himself up by his elbows and glares at the rock by his foot, then realizes that you’re completely pressed up against him and resting right below his chin. “Y/N! You okay?!”

He wraps one arm around your waist, with how burly Itto was, having you resting on top of him was nothing. He realizes how close the two of you are and a bulb instantly lights in his head. “...Wanna kiss?” He grins shamelessly and you smack his shoulder hard. “Ow!”

“Come on! Just one!” he urges and and somehow flips you over to the ground. Now he’s the one hoisting himself up above you. You consent and he giddily kisses you on the lips. Despite his size Itto is always gentle at first, and he never goes past your boundaries. Always asking if he could kiss you. He pulls away with a satisfied smile, but just looking at you under him like that...it stirs a bit of something in his gut.

“...Another one?” He asks. Eyes tacked on to your suddenly delicious looking lips. He leans in again and this time the kiss he gives has a slight nip to it, his teeth gently nibbling on your lower lip, like he’s trying to get an actual taste of you. He pulls away again, face starting to become pink. “...A-Another--” This time it’s you who pulls him down by his coat, not letting him finish his request and it turns into a full blow make-out session.

It’s a clumsy medley of kisses at first, just trying to taste more of each other and lips grappling for control. There’s a sudden, fiery urgency between your kisses, like you’re losing time, and your hands are starting to slide down his exposed midriff.

“Boss! Bossss!!” You push him away when you hear his gang members calling after him, but he didn’t seem to care and chases after your lips again. “Itto!” you hiss and punch his shoulder. “What?” he looks at you innocently. “Get off! Your friends are coming!”

“So what?” he blinks, actually looking like he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t find anything wrong about giving you affection. “Get off or I’ll never kiss you again!” You threaten and he pouts but relents. By the time his gang members arrive. The two of you are stood up, with you dusting your clothes off and Itto looking like a defeated bear.

Kaeya

You bet he initiates and he does so whenever he feels like it. However, other times, he likes to lure you into his trap by using his charms, so it looks as if you’re the one who started it but in fact he’s been sending you signals the whole time.

“Ah, so here you are,” Kaeya chuckles, kicking the door to the rooftop close as he saunters over to you. Up at the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters, it was quiet and no one ever really went up there. You could see a small view of the town, as well as the windmills surrounding it.

You were leaning over the railings, and only turned around to give Kaeya a half-glare, crossing your arms over your chest. “Came up here to tease me more?” You said, earning another chuckle from Kaeya. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, love,”

He lifts your face up to meet his using his finger. His grin is handsome, and the moonlight illuminates his eye that much more. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he comes nearer and you mumble at him almost accusingly. “Liar. You couldn’t keep your hands off me during the meeting...”

Kaeya doesn’t say anything but does slither an arm around your middle. He was a menace. The Favonius meetings were long sometimes, and you guessed that he got bored. He kept nudging you with his knee, and at some point had even secretly placed his hand on your thigh, tracing patterns on it with his finger, pretending to listen to the meeting minutes.

Kaeya leans in to whisper into your ear, his breathy voice sends a shiver down your neck and spine. “Can’t help it, your squirming is fun to watch,” and that’s how he gets you to press your lips on his. Just with a little urging, a little teasing, a little subtle touch. It drives you crazy and it entertains him to no end.

“Someone’s impatient,” he whispers again when you pull back, “It’s your fault,” you whisper back. This time he’s the one who makes the move. His kisses are perfect. It touches more than just your lips, it reaches your soul, your heart and the very core of your being. You’re always left wanting more. He knows how to kiss in a way that has you chasing for more, clutching at him for more. He knows that when he sucks at your bottom lip you’ll mewl and bite his back. The heated exchange continues, up until the door to the rooftop slams open.

“Sir Kaeya--Oh...Uhm...I--” The knight who walks in realizes Keaya is in the middle of something. Kaeya doesn’t have plans to turn around, but he does so only to briefly address the knight. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” Kaeya doesn’t wait for the knight to leave, and proceeds to continue kissing you until your lips are sore.

Kazuha

Gentle but will catch you off guard. Always starts off with innocent kisses up until it escalates into a desire that he can’t ignore.

The bird’s nest of the ship. That small lookout on the highest point of the mast, where a crewmember would stay and warn the other crew members if there was an impending doom coming. Like a storm, or another big ship, or a small ship they should avoid. It’s an important part of the ship, but also a somewhat private little getaway.

The breeze is always nice up here, but when night falls it becomes a tad too chilly and you end up wrapped up in Kazuha’s arms and warmth. You stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the lull of the sea and the sound of the waves. After a while longer you tip your head up to look at him, finding that he’s gazing tenderly at you.

You smile, and he follows. A little piece of heaven was so easy for him to obtain with you in his life. You tip your head up to invite him for a kiss, and he effortlessly meets your lips romantically. It takes your breath away, the manner in which he silently claims your lips as his and only his. It’s not demanding nor forceful at all, yet something about it makes you surrender and your knees start feeling weak.

His arms tighten around you, he pulls away for a brief second, only for air and comes back in immediately. This time it feels like his lips scorches yours, the flame that ignites leaves you whimpering for more, clutching at his arms, senseless to everything else except his kiss.

The only reason it stops is because you’re suddenly jerked away from him. He startles as well, feeling his feet sway a little, but his hold on you is protective and reassuring. A strong wave had nearly tipped the two of you off balance, and Kazuha looks beyond the sea to see that a storm might be brewing.

He chuckles a little, aware that he got carried away for a moment there. “Let’s go back down, love. It’ll get dangerous up here in a few,”

Scaramouche

Rough and demands it when he wants it. For him it’s like an impulse, or maybe the result of holding back too much and suddenly exploding with want.

He was sour the whole day, and you had no idea why. Possibly one of his moods. He took it out on nearly all his subordinates, shouting about how everyone here was incompetent and useless.

When night fell and the men had fallen back to their makeshift tents or quarters, Scaramouche came back to his and your tent, done antagonizing everyone for the day. He doesn’t say much as he undresses and prepared for the night, slipping on a simple shirt and shorts. You were already on your shared cot, reading a book about something trivial.

He climbs in with a huff and you can’t help but smile at how childish his temperate was sometimes, but you’re startled when he climbs on top of you, your wrists are suddenly pinned above your head by his lone hand. “S-Scara--”

Wordlessly, his lips demandingly bears down on yours. You let out a slight sigh as you kiss, your eyes immediately closing at how possessive the kiss felt, but it’s exactly the way you like it. You part your mouth for him, and his tongue lashes in like strong waves pulling you under a sudden splash of desire.

The way he kisses you is beyond hungry, devouring your lips and all your senses to focus only on him. “Scara--!” was the only thing you could let out when he pulls back for a breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your face incredibly flushed. That prompts him to do more, moving to yet again taste your lips.

“Sir? There’s an emergency out at the waterfalls. It seems that the resistance is closing in,”

Scaramouche pulls away and curses under his breath. He’s about to kill that soldier who’s standing outside the tent. He climbs away from the bed and starts getting dressed again, leaving you breathless on the bed. Still, you would think he would just leave, but for you, he comes back to where you rest and places a kiss on your forehead. “Wait for me, puppy. Won’t be long,”

Tartaglia

Mischievous and almost calculated. Beckons you to initiate it and leads you into it.

His meeting with the other Fatui agents just ended, and he’s left exhausted and melting into the sofa he was sitting on. His body is totally limp, just wanting to do nothing for a moment in the living room of his hotel suite. Sure, he loved the adrenaline of battle and the excitement it brought. But meetings were something else, it took a lot out of him.

“Childe?” You peer into the living room, having taken refuge in the bedroom that whole time while he took care of his business. He immediately perks up at your voice, his energy levels spiking at the thought of you. “Here, Y/N, we’re done,” he confirms and beckons you over with his hand.

You step out of the bedroom door and walk over to him on the couch, yelping when he easily pulls you atop him, forcing you to straddle him, your knees on the couch and your hands on his shoulders. “Childe!”

He only chuckles and leans back, liking the view of things, one of his hand lazily placed on your waist. “It’s been a long day honey,” he sighs out and takes his other hand to cradle your cheek. “I think I deserve a kiss,”

Indeed he does and you agree with no complaints. You straddle his lap fully when you lean in and hotly connect your lips. Your scent is hypnotic to him, the only thing in the world that could ever catch him off guard was you. He encases your waist in his arms, pulling you closer to him until you’re pressed against each other.

“Mm,” a hint of a moan escapes his lips and into yours. He doesn’t stop kissing you, the intensity increasing with each one. He starts to kiss you in a way that makes your toes curl and your insides burn, your brain melting into nothingness, not even noticing that your hands start to slide up his shirt.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You pull away, only to be pulled back in. “Keep going,” he breathes out, ignoring the obvious knocking on the door.

“Sir--I’m sorry. We’ve forgotten to report an important part of the mission,”

Childe clicks his tongue, but he hoists you up in his arms and shouts back. “I’m off-duty, come back tomorrow,” before the two of you disappear into the bedroom.

Thoma

Natural. It just happens when it happens. There’s not much thinking involved and there’s no prior teasing.

He’d been busy for a while, setting up things and making sure everything was in place for the Irodori festival. You, being a worker at Yae Publishing house, was also busy during that time period. For the whole festival you didn’t see each other, nor did you have the time to pass by even for a short greeting.

On the final day of the festival, Thoma finds himself waiting for you to finish your shift at the Yae Publishing House stall. “Thoma!” You run up to him, delighted to see your lover after a long week, he meets you with a hug and laugh, spinning you around once before setting you down again and walking to the restaurant that the two of you agreed to eat at for dinner that day.

It was also the celebration of the end of all your hard work for the festival. For this special occasion, he had requested a private dining room for the two of you. The night started off as normal, the two of you talking about your respective events and duties.

“I missed you,” he suddenly interjects in the middle of your story. He just couldn’t help it, it’s been so long since he saw your smiling face. “Ah, sorry, you can continue your story,” he waves a hand, urging you to go on, but you’ve stopped and shifted a little closer to him. “...I missed you too, Thoma,”

And just like that your lips were inviting his. He drops his chopsticks and turns to face you, his hands on both sides of your face to bring you closer to him, to feel his lips melt and combine with yours. He feels your fingers clutch at his shirt. Thoma’s kisses makes you forget your own name. Makes your heart beat faster and faster until it feels like exploding. Every time your lips come apart and together again you’re spun into a dizzying world of fireworks and passion.

“Y/N...” he whispers before he dives in yet again, your hands now tugging at his hair, as if wanting to sink into him deeper.

“Your drinks are here!” The door slides open rather suddenly and the two of you jerk apart, faces an intense red. The server is oblivious and hums to herself while placing the glasses on your table. “Enjoy!” She says before retreating out and sliding the door shut again.

The two of you are tense, but when you meet eyes, you can’t help but let out a snicker, he follows and the two of you are just laughing it off seconds later.

Venti

It’s like a form of entertainment for him, like a hobby. He loves kissing you and he doesn’t hide that at all.

“Venti...are you drunk?” You ask as you sit next to him at the tavern. He’s rather rowdy today, but he raises an eyebrow at your query. “Me? I haven’t even had a drink yet Y/N! I’m just excited I have time to visit the tavern again!”

The two of you are off to a table on the side, it’s a little secluded, but in no ways was it private. The deeper the night got the more people came in, but you realized that Venti wasn’t drinking any booze at all. In fact his attention was all on you, just talking to each other and enjoying each other’s company.

You don’t quite understand Venti’s attraction towards you. It’s as if he appeared one day and decided to latch on to you. Was it really love? Or just fascination? Still, he was a handful, but he was able to take care of you and be considerate of your feelings, despite being energetic and carefree all the time.

“...and so we decided to leave Dragonspine,” you finished your story, drinking some of your mocktail and noting that Venti was nodding at you with sparkling eyes.

“It must’ve been cold up there, hm?” He simply says and it dawns on you only now that his arm is wrapped around your waist and the two of you are quite cozy in that position, your body tucked in his. “You’re so cute, Y/N. It’s almost unbearable, ehe~”

Then, his eyes light up almost instantly. “Ah, you haven’t given me a kiss today! You were so busy in the morning that you forgot!” He leans in, putting his face out for you but you feel your cheeks heat up and decline his offer. “Idiot, we’re in public!”

He’s silent for a moment, realizing that you’re shy, and for some reason that face of yours spurs him even more to try and kiss you. Assertively, he uses his hand to move your turned away face to meet his and he’s the one who leans in for a mind-bending kiss.

You gasp into it, eyes widening at his bravery. Although it was loud in the tavern all you could really hear was your heart beating in your chest. He doesn’t let up, you feel his tongue prodding your lips, asking to be let into your hot mouth and your eyes close automatically, losing yourself into the sudden tingling sensation running up your spine.

He kisses you like you’re the finest wine he’s ever tasted, he drinks you up like he hasn’t had water in days and you feel his mouth just pressing on yours over, and over, and over again--

BANG!

The two of you startle away from each other. One of the waiters has smacked a medium barrel of wine on your table. The type that was for sharing and had a spout connected to it. The waiter saw you kissing, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. That happened all the time in the tavern. Instead, he actually grinned and said. “Here’s that wine you ordered, this’ll warm you both up quick,” and left cackling.

Xiao

Always doesn’t expect how he likes kissing so much. He doesn’t usually initiate but when it happens he’s also surprised by the hunger he has for your lips. It’s almost like the demon inside him comes out and wants to devour you.

Xiao has his own room in Wangshu Inn, but he doesn’t use it as much as one would think. He rarely needed sleep and staying in human quarters just seemed odd to him. He never got used to it.

As an adepti, the outdoors was his calling. It’s where he spent most of his time, even with his brothers and sisters back when they were all together. In a way he was very in touch with nature and his surroundings.

Today he spent the usual night up on the Wangshu rooftop with you. Looking down at the lights and the people weaving in and out. You came to him that night with red lipstick on, and it’s not because you had intentionally put it on. It was because you just finished an opera performance at the inn, and though you weren’t the lead singer you worked as a background dancer, and sometimes that required makeup that stood out, specially in Chinese opera.

Xiao had seen your performances several times. He didn’t say much about it, but he did comment once that he thought the story was beautiful and that your moves matched the story. That was more than enough for you, coming from him.

That night, you were merely wanting to say a brief hello, just as you always did after a show. “I’ll be going now, Xiao,” you say after a moment but his hand reaches out for your wrist and holds you in place.

You turn back with a curious look on your face, wondering if he was alright. “Xiao?” He gently pulls you towards him, and stares at your face. Something in him aches to kiss you. To mess up your makeup.

He moves you over to the wooden railing of the rooftop, your back pressing against it and him trapping you in between. He continues to stare at your lips, and you finally get the message. “Xiao, do you want to...” you gulp, and he does as well. His eyes dart up towards yours, as if asking for permission.

The permission you give is your eyes closing, head tilting the slightest bit forward, letting yourself fall vulnerable in front of him. He lets out a slight sigh at the sight before pressing your mouths together. His hand finds its way to your scalp, moving you closer to him, tasting your moist lips.

He’s aware that he’s possibly smearing lipstick all over himself, but that just heightens his desire. He wants it all over him, only him and when he pulls back to see the mess that he made of you, eyes clouded over, red lipstick smudged to the side of your lips, mouth parted as if asking for more and panting, he lets out an almost guttural groan and plunges in for more.

It’s intense, like his lips had a mind of its own and he wants nothing more than for you to just hold on to him like this forever. And then, in a sudden split second, he disappears into black smoke.

“Here’s your dinner Xiao!” The chef of Wangshu inn, Smiley Yanxiao appears at the entrance of the rooftop, but when he looks around and doesn’t see Xiao there, he scratches his head and addresses you instead. You who was covering your lips to conceal how smeared your lipstick was. “Hey, Y/N, tell Xiao that I’m placing his dinner here, okay? Thanks!”

He proceeds to place the almond tofu dish on a table off to the side and turns around to go back to the kitchen. Your heart is still hammering in your ears and you’re not sure if what happened earlier had really transpired. But when you blink your eyes again and Xiao reappears in front of you, face covered in a rare blush and avoiding your gaze, you’re a hundred percent sure it had happened, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip another beat at that.

Zhongli

Patient. Knows how to bide his time. It’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s slow and sensual and he knows what he’s doing.

“Darling, I’ll be off soon,”

It’s how your mornings with him usually start. He wakes up to tend to his duties as a worker in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and you also have to attend to your duties as a simple hairdresser in Liyue Harbor. Appointments with you are usually done in your home, where you and Zhongli lived. Occasionally you do home visits and go to the client’s home instead of them coming to you.

“Mmhmm, I’ll see you later,” You rush over to him who is already at the door, tip toe for a quick kiss and attempt to unfurl away from his hold, only for him to hold on to you tight.

He doesn’t like rushed kisses, though the two of you are busier than usual this morning he’ll hold fast to his promise of giving loving kisses. Never rushed nor in a hurry. “Hold on a moment, dear,” he requests and holds your chin in his hand, slightly squeezing your cheeks and holding it up for him to dip down properly and sensually into a heart-melting kiss.

It gets you every time, and you don’t know how he does it. There’s always an air of confidence in his kiss, he knows what he’s doing and he knows that it gives you butterflies in your stomach. This morning, however, instead of you pulling away satisfied with just one, you ask for more by putting your hands lightly around his neck.

He gets the message and leans into your touch, pulling you by the waist, flattening your whole body against him and starting to deepen the kiss by the second. Glued to one another he claims your mouth sensually, still not in a rush. When your lips come together, it’s soft, but it’s searing hot, as if his lips is melting your skin and kissing every crevice of your being. “Zhongli...” you breathe out when you pull apart for a second, not knowing where your sudden desire comes from.

“Hm...” He merely lets out, amused at this development and continuing to brush his lips against yours. There’s a knock on the door, and that’s a clear sign that the two of you had kissed for too long. Zhongli chuckles, knowing that it must be your first appointment for the day. Just as quickly, he regains composure and kisses your forehead for a final goodbye, like nothing had happened at all.

You’re the one who’s still flustered, staring at his back and wondering how he could open the door and converse happily with the middle aged woman waiting outside your home. You almost pout, but you see him turn towards you and mouth the words “Let’s continue later,” before he bids you goodbye and leaves you with your first client.

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fallingdownhell · 8 months

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Hello hello hello there, good writer! I was wondering if you'd be open to writing platonic HCs for the currently playable Archons in the game. Basically, way back when during the Archon War (or in Nahida's case, some point early on when she was instated as Sumeru's new Archon) the Archon's save a baby dragon's (the reader) life.Now, centuries later, at some point following the events of the Archon quests, they encounter Dragon!reader reader- now a fully-matured dragon (Dragon is the same element as each Archon. Individually, I mean, they aren't multi-elemental). The Archon recognizes them through any number of factors (a scar in a very particular area of Dragon!Reader's body, a discolored patch of scales, etc.) And as for how they encounter each other, maybe the Archon is accompanying the Traveler on a commission, and dragon!reader saves the Traveler or Archon's ass when the situation gets dicey, maybe the Archon senses a familiar presence and investigates, perhaps paths cross and they find themselves saving (or assisting) dragon!reader yet again, or maybe it's just a chance case of the stars aligning in just the right way. Apologies for the massive word dump, just thought I'd give you some prompts in case you have trouble coming up with ideas for this, if you want to do it, or course!

That is such a cool idea! And I really appreciate the word dump, it really helped me out a great deal this time around, so thank you, kind anon<3

Characters Included: Zhongli; Venti; Nahida

Content: gender neutral! dragon! reader; platonic headcanons;

Word count: 2,2k words

I hope this comes somewhat close to what you had in mind. Hope you enjoy<3

Zhongli

Zhongli often looks back fondly at the times where he had adopted this strange baby dragon

the Archon War was a though time period, both for him and the people at his side, but having that baby to take care of by his side and teaching it all sorts of things made it somewhat bearable for him

he would often play around with it, sometimes even play fighting to show it a few moves and tricks and the dragon seemed to enjoy that a whole lot

though cuddling sessions always seemed to be the dragons favourite, especially when a certain spot under his chin was being scratched

it was a difficult spot for others to reach, seeing as it was surrounded by brown spikes, indicating your resonance with the Geo element, but seeing the happy expression on the baby's face made it worth it in the end

When the dragon later got older and grew up in Zhongli's care, it would often join him in various battles while the War still lasted

On one such battles, the dragon got hurt pretty badly in it's left eye, ultimately loosing it in the process. But it adjusted rather well to living with only half it's eyesight

Later, when the Archon war ended and peace had returned to Liyue, the dragon was all grown up now as well. And one day, without any prior indication, the dragon had just left, never to return again

Zhongli wasn't sad or anything. He understood that this is simply how nature works and he only wished the best unto his foster child

Sometimes, the Ex-Archon wonders if that dragon is still alive, but those thoughts always leave him rather quickly again. It's no use pondering about the unknown

And yet, imagine the surprise on Zhongli's face when he saw another dragon roam the sky just as he finished dealing with Azhdaha alongside the Traveller

Finding an opportunity to slip away from the group, he began traveling in the direction he saw the flying creature

it took some time, but he eventually found the dragon as it rested besides a small lake, soaking in the rays of sunshine onto it's scaled skin

fascinated by it, since dragons were a rare sight to see in this day and age, he decided to approach the creature, silently as to not startle it too much

as he got closer to the dragon, the creature soon picked up a new scent in the area and opened it's big eye, now spotting the approaching Zhongli

quickly, the creature got up and began roaring at him, and that's when Zhongli noticed a particular scar on the left eye of the dragon

Could it be... was it actually you?

Your name slipped past his lips and it made you hold in the middle of your actions. Zhongli could see the uncertainty in the dragons form, so he said your name again, staying still in his spot, only a few steps away

the dragon, still unsure, took another sniff of the surrounding air, taking in the scent of the new arrival, and suddenly, memories from its time as a baby came flooding into his mind, and you recognized the man in front of you

now seeming much calmer, you got closer to Zhongli, your long neck extending towards him so that your head was right in front of him

with a smile, the Ex-Archon extends his hand as well to scratch that certain spot under your chin, like he had always done many, many years ago

at this, the dragon closed its eye and a low grumbling sound could be heard deep within it's throat.

Zhongli almost couldn't believe it. His old friend was still alive and apparently doing pretty well for itself..

for some time, the two of them just sat down in the grass, enjoying the light of the still shining sun, while Zhongli just began talking, telling you of all the things that had happened while you were gone

And you were listening to every single one of his words, feeling happy to finally be reunited with him again..

Venti

Most people know about Dvalin - or Stormterror - and his connection to the anemo Archon. How he was one of the four winds that protected the nation of Mondstadt

but what the people did not know, is that there was a second dragon with the anemo Archon that had been taken in by him when it was only a small baby

as a result, the baby dragon has been raised both by Dvalin and the anemo Archon at the same time. While it learned typical dragon behaviour from Dvalin, Venti provided the baby other lessons important for its life ahead

the little dragon has always been a playful and adventurous one. It was getting into trouble quite frequently as a child, but such was the nature of freedom

Venti had always adored looking at this little dragon baby as he found the light green colour of your scales to be quite mesmerizing. He liked to think that the colour represented your connection with the Anemo element, and himself.

But what he found even more adorable was the little patch of white scales, right between the beginning of your legs and your hind legs. It was about the size of the palm of his hand, the colour never really coming through on that spot

While Venti and Dvalin engaged in the Archon war, you always decided to stay behind, rather enjoying the serenity that the nation of Mondstadt brought to you than to engage with bloody battles all the time

As time went on, you grew older and older, and Dvalin knew that the time would come where you would leave them behind. To find your own place within this world, without them by your side

and sure enough, one seemingly peaceful day, you went up to them one last time, seemingly telling your goodbyes with your eyes before you turned your back to them and flew off into the distant world ahead of you. Excited to see what was liying ahead, but also sad you had to leave them behind

many, many years have passed since that fateful day and a lot has happened since then. A mysterious traveller has appeared in the world of Teyvat, helping Venti to bring his old friend Dvalin back to his senses

Since that incident, Venti couldn't help but think back to the old times quite often, reminiscing of the memories all three of them shared. He would often wonder how you were doing these days, if you were well off..

on one such days, when he was laying beneath the tree at Windrise, thinking of old times, he did not notice a bunch of Abyss mages and their underlings approaching

when he did, it was already too late and he was surrounded by enemies. Though he tried fighting his way out, the number of enemies just seemed to increase, instead of decreasing

Venti began to worry and just as he was about to summon his old friend Dvalin for some help, a roar echoed from above the sky. All heads turned up as a huge creature descended downwards, instantly attacking the abyss mages and their hoards

for a second, the colourful scales made him think of a certain dragon, but he quickly shook off that feeling, concentrating on the battle at hand

it didn't take long until the enemies were dealt with, and as a moment of peace came to them, Venti turned and took in the familiar colour of light green scaling..

But.. that couldn't be, right? It surely was just a coincidence.. another dragon that just happened to have a similar colour to the one he once raised..

But, as the dragon remained on the ground, patiently looking at Venti, he couldn't shake off that feeling of familiarity

And then, the dragon turned to its side, showing Venti the undeniable truth of a missmatched patch of white scales among a sea of green..

It really was you...

Joy spread over Venti's face as he realized it really was his old friend that had come back to see him again

It didn't take long until he was on your back and you began ascending towards the sky again. Up there in the sky, with only the winds holding you back, Venti also summoned Dvalin to him to complete this reunion

Many roars sounded all throughout Mondstadt on this day as there were now two dragons roaming the skies of this nation...

Nahida

As the god of Dendro, Nahida had always liked the nature and all of its inhabitants

she would always try to sneek away to find a spot somewhere within the rainforest where she could just sit down and listen to the sounds of nature all around her

while the sages at that time did not approve of her behaviour, she continued to do so with the excuse of wanting to form a connection between her and her nation as well as it's people

one day while she was out again, she stumbled upon a tiny dragon baby. As she got closer, she noticed that the baby appeared to be hurt quite badly, yet it still backed up when she got closer, scared of her

it took some time and gentle reassuring from Nahida's side, but eventually, the small dragon let her get close, inspecting the wounds inflicted to it

deciding that she wanted to take care of it, she used her powers to build a sort of little hideout where she nurtured the dragon back to health over the course of a few weeks

while doing so, the baby dragon began trusting her more and more, until eventually, they formed a kind of bond between them

once the baby was all healed up, it didn't dissapear like Nahida thought it would. Instead, it decided to stay with her, playing around and growing up with her

every single time Nahida managed to slip out, the two of them were always together. Either laying in the grass, listening to the nature around them, or playing around and sometimes, she even helped the little dragon in learning how to fly

when they got tired, they lay together on the ground, the dragon having it's head on Nahida's lap as she carefully caressed the top of its head where the beatiful, deep green scales where less sharp than everywhere else on its body. The colour reminded her of the rainforest itself sometimes..

but what she found almost a bit more beautiful were those missmatched eyes of the dragon. One in a beautiful, piercing blue colour while the other was deep red, a stark contrast between the two

But then came the day where Nahida was whisked away by the Sages and sealed into the Sanctuary

it took hundreds of years until the traveller arrived in Sumeru and with the help of some others finally freeed Nahida of her everlasting prison

Thankful to have finally escaped, she did her best to handle everything by herself the best she could. She guided her nation into a new direction and took care of everything that the Sages had taken over

which led to her not once having left the city since she has been freeed. Though Nahida yearned to just go outside and sit in the nature again, she had obligations to take care of, that required her urgent attention

until the Traveller came around another time, insisting on her taking a break for once. In his words, all those problems would still be there once she returned from the break, but her well being was important as well, especially for her people she needed to be in good shape

so, taking him up on the offer, the Traveller, Nahida and Paimon went into the rainforest like she wanted to. While wandering around, they passed the old hideout Nahida had once built for that baby dragon

Memories flooded her mind upon seeing it and she smiled a bit, though it appeared to be a bit sad. The Traveller noticed, but before he could ask Nahida about it, they heard some rustling behind them

Weapon at the ready, the Traveller was prepared to attack should the need arise

And then, from behind some trees, a dragon emerged, eyes fixed onto them

and Nahida instantly recognized you. Not because of the deep green colour of your scales that only seemed to have become even more beautiful over the years. But because of those disscoloured eyes that she was never able to forget

you seemed to recognize her as well, showing no signs of aggression at all, which made the Traveller lower his weapon again

finally reunited again after so many years, both of you seemed happy to be within the presence of each other again

you gently pressed the tip of your nose into her face, gently blowing air into her face which made her giggle a bit. She then climbed onto your back, resting there while the now four of you continued this walk through the rainforest

And even after that, you continued to stay by Nahida's side, always there to protect her should anything ever happen to her again. You were ready to make them regret their decision if people decided to ever mess with her again...

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willowser · 7 months

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one thousand lonely stars, hiding in the cold—

android!shouto x reader

wc: 2k+

tags: angst, cyberpunk dystopian setting, financial vulnerability, explicit language, minor mention of sex work + sex workers, reader has strong/conflicting feelings about their situation, and — as always — the question of true humanity.

notes: what a great opportunity this was for me to continue exploring this idea !! tysm to @shoto-brainrot for not only giving me the chance, but also for being such a support and helping me to figure out all this commission jazz !! i so appreciate you, and i hope you enjoy it ! 🩷

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You’ve yet to find out what caused the damage to Shouto’s faceplate.

By the time you discovered him outside the credit exchange, he had been busted open and left for—whatever the equivalent of dead is for an android. A gaping hole in the left side of his disturbingly human face exposed his inner circuitry to the rain and you think that should have finished him off, truly, but—he's still kicking.

Technology in the lower district is distinct. The most careful hands could have crafted him down in the best underground salvage yard and he still wouldn't have lasted half an hour with his face submerged in a shallow mud puddle like that. Wiring would have been shot, fuses blown.

Even if the Todoroki Corporation symbol on his wrist wasn't glowing, a blinking light in time with his would-be heart, you'd know what he is. You'd know he didn't belong down here, beneath the smog, in the industrial bones of your dying city.

And yet—

The left side of Shouto's face took the brunt of whatever blow he'd been dealt, and the scarring—if it's even called that?—has extended down over his cheekbone and backward, so violently that his ear had only barely been hanging on. Without the bandage you've wrapped him up in, he's quite a sight: half a tangled mess of wires and pins, a dull cyan light glowing in his orbital socket. With the wrapping, however, he’s almost exactly as he was meant to be: seamless.

The fate of his detached ear had been unknown. Until this morning.

It still works, much to your surprise, learning so only after wondering aloud the whereabouts of your data docket and hearing Shouto answer from across the apartment. Whoever put him together, you realize, took great care to make him durable, adamantine; the carbon nanotubes and polymer arrays that make up his cochlea were hardly affected by the assault.

Someone—or something—meant to harm him, and you know that for certain, now. Such wreckage couldn’t have happened naturally, not to a Skin-Puppet like him.

(When you look at him, you can’t help but consider his creator. How far he is from them and why. If the hands that made him and the hands that ruined him are the same, if he meant to leave or if he was cast out. You haven’t asked, but it’s odd that a machine could keep such information to himself—itself.)

(Given the brutality behind his mutilation, perhaps it’s best you don’t know the answers.)

Working tech from the richer district—KōkyōLuxuria, above the smog, built high into the clouds—could not only earn you enough to eat this week, but also to pay off all your debts to the League. Maybe even finance a decent apartment a few stories up.

And that’s why you’re here: racing through the slums in the rain, doing your damndest to make this sale before time runs out and you’re forced to find another buyer. Coming across a Hack with 1,640,254 credits in their docket is rare; who knows when you’ll find someone from the Trade in Musutafu sector again? You’re likely to sooner perish—either from your empty stomach or that broker that demanded payment two days ago.

Shouto, however, doesn’t see the urgency.

“Hello, handsome! Awful cold out tonight…care to warm me up?”

“Oh, hello.”

At the even, all-too-friendly lilt in his voice, you halt your sprint again, and spin around with a hiss. “Shouto!” You snap—but it comes too late; the Entertainers have struck like lightning, already scrambling his code.

Out of habit, you’d pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head before leaving the apartment, and now the material separates his image from view—though you can easily imagine the pleasant expression showing on his face, illuminated in pink under the NanotechNymph advertisement.

At his easily captured interest, two women strut from the open doors of the low-lit den, all allure and swaying hips, mirage flickering beneath the heavy rain. They only meet him halfway—too far from the emanator deep within the club—and you dash forward to stop him from wordlessly accepting their offer. You can’t afford to owe anyone any more than you already do.

“Shouto,” you say again, mouth twisting when he looks at you simply. Despite the hood, his bandage grows dark from the rain and—despite his framework, worry fluxes in your stomach at the thought of him getting too wet. “We have to go.”

“Aww,” an Entertainer says to you, girlish pout pulling down her full lips. “You don’t want to come inside and play with us?”

“No,” you try not to look at them any longer, just in case that racks up a charge, too. Rock solid as he is, Shouto allows himself to be steered away, much to your relief. “Buzz off, holo-ham.”

“I’d like to play.” Shouto pipes up, peeking behind his shoulder when the girls squeal in excitement. “Can we come back once we’ve finished?”

“Not for that kind of play.” You put a hand on the back of his head and swivel it, all while shoving him down the sidewalk. You almost remark on how man-like he’s acting, before chasing the thought away.

“What other types of play are there?”

“Just—hush.”

And he does, finally, when you loop your arm through his: a presumably innocent gesture that draws his attention fully back to you, as physical touch seems to do, with him. Beneath the material of the jacket, he feels natural, all muscle and bone, even leaning into you as if the weather has made him cold. You can feel him tracing your face with his one-eyed gaze—scanning you—and you pretend not to notice.

“Your heart rate has gone up. Have I made you angry?”

“Yes,” you tell him, though he hasn’t, really. “You and your curiosity are gonna make me late, and then we’ll be in some serious shit.”

He looks away then, down to the soaked pavement, a mimicry of disappointment. From the corner of your eye, you can see his manufactured Adam’s apple bob, and the muscle beneath your hand shifts.

“They seemed nice, the holograms.” He says, and you can’t help the soft snort such a comment merits.

“Yeah, they’re nice, alright, until you can’t pay them.”

Shouto looks at you once again, stride threatening to falter until you tug him along. “Do you know them?”

You already know where he’s going with his question, and the corner of his lips quirk up when you cast him a filthy look. “Well, no, but—”

“Then how do you know—”

“I just do, alright?” You frown at him and he accepts it in full, studying once more. Whatever he finds in your expression amuses enough that he’s placated for the moment, though you know it won’t be long before he’s piping up again.

He does it often—studies you: body language, physiological changes, speech patterns, vocal cues. Human behavior he catalogs and streams to someone back at the Corporation headquarters, finding the miniscule details he can use against you, some day. Whatever the reason behind his damage, he is still a product of his evil overlords, made for reasons you can only imagine.

This is what you tell yourself.

As his fingers shift until their smooth pads are brushing the delicate veins in your wrists, as he tightens his arm around yours when another stranger on the streets knocks your shoulder, as he leans into the warmth of your humanness: this is what you tell yourself.

You’re overcome with a sense of loss and you don’t know why, and you clear the strange lump hardening in your throat. “Life lesson number six, Todoroki,” you murmur it closely to him, nearly into the fabric at his shoulder, though he doesn’t react to the name. “Everybody wants something from someone, holo-hams included.”

Shouto seems to process your words, for a moment, and his face is expressionless when you steal a peek up at him. Technicolor rains down on your both, swathing him in a wild array as advertisements dance on the buildings that tower above you, and again you think of his creator. The careful hands that crafted his smooth cheeks, the sharp line of his nose, the leanness of his body. You wonder if he’s ever been deemed precious.

Nearly all of the residents relegated to the lower districts owe the Todoroki Corporation in some way. Be it through credit loans or applied interest rates on subsidized housing or hidden costs and high premiums on mandatory, shit insurance—Enji Todoroki sits in the lap of KōkyōLuxuria, has probably never even stepped down from his pedestal.

There’s no good reason a product of his could have found its way to you: this is what you tell yourself.

“And you want my ear.” Shouto says, looking back down at you as your shoulders tense. There isn’t a byte of hostility in his voice, but he must understand the sharpness to what he’s saying.

“Yes,” you admit with a nod, and some underlying, rogue streak of guilt has you pressing into him, as if your proximity could make up for your selfishness. “The sensors in your ear are gonna pay for our dinner tonight, handsome.”

His stride falters once more, and despite the time clock ticking in the back of your mind—you let him stop you. Maybe you want him to. Nothing ever goes unnoticed by him and you know that and maybe it’s cruel of you to say such a thing, to offer a comfort you can’t admit to, but Shouto looks down at you in all his ruination and—

Before he can say anything, a fat drop of water hits the tip of his perfectly manufactured nose. It makes him flinch, delayed, and the surprise he wears and the scrunch of his brow seem so—human, there before you. Shouto tilts his face to the dark, smoggy sky, and again that worry bites you, about too much water trickling into his core.

“We’re going to be late,” you repeat, though it’s much weaker than it was earlier. This is one those moments in which he overrides all your defenses, uploads something warm and hopeful and frightening into your chest cavity; you can’t tell if you want to run because you have to, for the sale—or if it’s a result of watching him now, haloed in neon.

He’s not one to ignore you, but he doesn’t respond, instead retracting his arm from your grip in order to push the hood back off his head. Raindrops soak into his bandage and the excess pools, dripping down over the line of his jaw and the column of his throat. So close to him, you can see the goosebumps that break out across his skin.

(You wonder if he’s ever been deemed precious. You wonder if he meant to leave, or if he was cast out. You wonder if he was created for continued corruption—or if someone out there wanted him to experience life, no matter how rusty.)

(You wonder if he feels as human as he looks. If he can blush, or if the soft skin below his ear can bruise.)

A small sound bubbles out of him, like a light laugh of disbelief.

You found him face down in the rain; you’re not sure why it could cause such a reaction now, but he turns to eye the commercial playing behind him, before watching the path of a man walking by the two of you. Rain collects in his perfect cupid’s bow until he licks it away, and his hair slicks to the side when he pushes it out of his face.

Shouto turns his attention back to you rather plainly, though the edges of his smile pull up a little higher than they usually do, enough that the apples of his cheeks round. He asks you, “What’s going to be for our dinner?” and the question is oddly worded, but each one is intentional.

Maybe it’s not the rain that amuses him—and maybe it is. Maybe it really is that simple, that innocent. Maybe it’s the microtremors in your voice and your increased heart rate, all the little details that could never go unnoticed.

There isn’t a way that this could end well: this is what you tell yourself.

You nod once and turn to face back the way you came, resigned, before looping your arm through his again. You trace the delicate veins on the inside of his wrist, careful not to cover the slow-blinking symbol embedded there, and you decide it doesn’t matter what his creator did or didn’t want. Because he has wants of his own, just like anyone.

“Okay,” you sigh, and when you slosh through the puddles collecting on the sidewalk, Shouto seems happy to follow along, this time. “I can probably sweet talk Toyomitsu into buying us some takoyaki, but you’re gonna have to play it cool.”

“Is this the kind of play you were talking about?”

That lilt has returned to his voice, even and friendly and amused.

“No,” you swat at him to hear his little huff of laughter, “now stop asking about that.”

Of course he doesn’t.

#NOTE that this was written with fem reader in mind but i don't think it reads that way explicitly ?#i........actually had so much fun with this #i love any human x robot pairing like it's a true weakness for me #anything centering on a robot/android wanting to understand the human experience and wanting for emotion is like PEAK #i am so so thankful i got to work on this idea again i really truly enjoyed it #i wrote this while being so emotional about 'ex machina' i hope the emotion isn't too abstract LOL #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: shouto #✿ theme: android shouto

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cerezajane · 27 days

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kurona x fem!reader; love at first sight.

kurona falling inlove and being awkward around a pretty girl!! (you)

she was running late, again. how peachy, she groaned internally and huffed at the reminder of what awaited her at school, the image of her beloved teacher going crazy at her all because she interrupted their class was already etched on her mind and she could already predict what would happen.

the young woman ran down the streets but slowed down when she caught sight of a cafe that just opened up recently, she recognized this was one because it was all what her peers would talk about when it was time to go home.

the smell of the baked goods wafted through the air and into her nose almost as if it was luring her to come inside. she was weak to such gestures and when it comes to food, well... she's already late, right? it wouldn't hurt to spend a few minutes checking out the cafe and see what the hype is all about, she'll still end up getting scolded even if she ignore the cafe and continue running.

Oh well, it was one of the rare moments she'll have some free time anyway. she turned away from he direction and headed straight to the doors of the cafe and as she entered the establishment the sight and smell of the food was already making your empty stomach growl with hunger.

the young woman approached the cashier and she swears that her heart almost busted out of her chest from how fast it was beating because of the man with a bright pink hair that had a single braid hanging on the left side of his face and the most adorable pink eyes she had ever seen, and then and there she could only think that the word cute was solely created for him.

"erm, hello..." the male on the counter looked up from his phone and what greeted him was a sight to behold because there stood in front of him one of the cutest girls, if not, the most cutest girl he'd ever seen in his life. she stood there with a bashful smile and judging from her posture, she was feeling shy around him... could it be a pretty girl was getting all shy around him because of... well, him.

"-and that's all I'd like to order, oh! also I'll be dining in." huh? oh, he zoned out. this was embarrassing, he'll have to ask her again and it would make him seem like a fool in front of her. great job kurona, you've done it again and messed up any chances you have with the pretty girl.

"uhm.." you perked up at the sound of the male's voice, it looked like he said something but it was mumbled out so her ears didn't really picked up on what he said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" god, this was so embarrassing for him, he just wants to dig up a hole and hide in there forever.

"uhm, I asked if it's okay if you could repeat your order?" Kurona sheepishly asked as he tries to play it off by letting out a laugh, "I didn't manage to get what you said since your beauty is so mesmerizing that it got me distracted." her face suddenly seemed to heat up at his words and kurona couldn't help but be concerned if she was alright.

"are you okay? your face is kinda-"

"you think I'm beautiful?" her mouth moved without thinking and suddenly blurted out what was on her mind, she couldn't help but wish that she never existed right then and there.

"what? oh." realizing what he just said to her, his face erupted in shades of pink and red in embarrassment. he tends to blurt out random things on his mind when he's embarrassed or feeling awkward and right now, the situation suited all those qualities and he should've known.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

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underdark-dreams · 7 months

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*please* give me Dammon-Rolan-Tav Poly HCs, I am begging you

Turns out I have a LOT of thoughts about this omg. Thank you so much for sending this ask, I might need to write something longer for these three 💘

Rolan/Dammon/Tav: Poly Headcanons

(Tav is gender-neutral)

SFW:

Without fail Dammon would be the one to wake up early and make you two breakfast. Hums a happy tune as he balances plates of scrambled eggs into the bedroom

Gives you both a sweet kiss good morning, the same way he does every day

Meanwhile Rolan grumbles something into the soft flesh of your thigh. Very much not a morning wizard

They are both very proud of their respective skills and love getting to share them with you in different ways

Dammon is used to hammering away for hours alone in his forge, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get a bit lonely

Would be delighted to find you and Rolan lingering to spend time with him and watch his work

The clang of tools and the roaring fire aren't always conducive to conversation, but it just makes him happy to look up now and then and see you reading or relaxing nearby

If you asked for any kind of lesson, he would be excited almost to the point of giddy. Info dumping a little as he settles you comfortably against his front facing the anvil

Strong arms wrapping around you from behind, his hands gripping over yours to guide the strike of the hammer

When he's between commissions, Dammon likes to tinker and experiment with novel ideas. He's got an inventor's mind. Often shows new things to you and Rolan first to get your opinions

Makes those little metal puzzles where you have to figure out how to untangle the rings and distributes them among the Tieflings kids

Rolan is the same way with his arcane studies, loves if you ever want to be part of them. He genuinely enjoys answering any questions you might have about magic or the Weave

He can come across overly self-assured (read: arrogant), but something about nerding out over magic makes his face softer and more youthful as he gets lost in his own enthusiasm. It��s adorable

Rolan loves when you play helpless damsel with little things even when he knows you're exaggerating. Enjoys seeing you struggle and give him puppy eyes and ask for the big powerful wizard to help you out with his spells. Honestly it gives him a semi

Watches you with a loving smirk. "Let me take care of it, dearest"

When it comes to physical affection: Dammon gives you the open devotion and adoration of a golden retriever. Doesn't matter who is around, he will hold your waist and plant a kiss on your lips natural as anything. Husband behavior

Rolan is much more subdued with PDA (his siblings still tease him mercilessly and they always will) but also kinda gets off on the chance to be sneaky about it. Not above cornering you to make out when no one is around

Likes to play the game of riling you up when he knows you have somewhere to be. It goes both ways of course, he’s embarrassingly affected by your kisses and caresses

NSFW:

Dammon tends to be a very generous and giving top to both of you

Rolan much more of a switch, depends a lot on his mood any given day. Rolan topping Dammon is a rare but absolutely glorious experience to be part of

Rolan is always the one to get impatient and jealous during sex, especially when Dammon is taking up too much of you for too long

"Hurry up," he mumbles while sucking at the skin of your neck, but Dammon ignores him, his mouth steadfastly doing the Lord's work between your legs. He’s fond of the brat but not about to rush your pleasure over it. Besides, he can think of a few better ways to shut Rolan up

They don't always agree on much until the first time they sandwich you between them. It’s a revelation for both men to find they enjoy your body even more together

Dammon whispers into your ear what a good boy/girl you are as you lean back against his chest, while Rolan enjoys kissing down your body with zero urgency

Rolan hides his pointed ears behind his hair because he's embarrassed by how sensitive they are

Dammon catches on instantly (it's a Tief thing) and pays extra attention to them during foreplay, licking and sucking on the tips until Rolan is groaning and squirming under him

Dammon's build might look more slender at first glance, but he's got a wiry strength that Rolan lacks. Can easily throw either of you around in bed, though he's sometimes too much of a gentleman. Could be talked into it once you’ve got him worked up though. He’s strong enough to hold you both exactly where he wants to for as long as he needs

Dammon's arms are solid as the steel he forges. Cords of muscle under his shoulders and forearms, prominent veins that run down through his hands

And his hands are firm and wonderfully calloused, so anything he does with his fingers, you're going to feel super clearly

Rolan's hands are surprisingly strong as well, but it's like the strength of a pianist or artist. Soft to the touch but wielding a lot of dexterity and precision. It makes his teasing deadly effective, because he has perfect control over the pressure and the pace, and he knows it

Rolan is 1000% the dirtier talker

He’s definitely the type to take full advantage of the situation while you’re giving him head and you can’t respond. Teasing and running a commentary about how lovely your mouth looks taking his cock

It’s also partly to distract himself and prolong the experience because watching your mouth on him really, REALLY does it for Rolan

If Dammon gets chatty it’s going to be showering sweet compliments on either or both of you; he definitely has a kink for giving praise, it heightens the sensations in his own mind

You can watch it turn Rolan from cocky to moaning and submissive in under a minute

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misslovasstuff · 22 days

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''To Sanji...''

summary: Your point of view on how you feel about Sanji. author's note: this is a little series I am starting ''To (character)'', sort of like love letters to characters. No warnings. Also, please support me here and commissions are always open!

I hate the way people make me feel. I despise the prejudice and the motherless rage. But...

''What would you like for dinner, love?''

I hear your sweet little mutterings throughout the day.

''You are mesmerizing, have you ever been told how beautifully your eyes change under sunlight?''

I sense the genuineness of your smile, of your every word.

''Don't fear a thing, I'm here with you.''

I get enlightened with every gentle caress of your hand. I am in awe of the way your anger is never directed at me but is born out of every harm that comes my way. I catch myself surprised whenever you look at me with such a softened gaze. Where have you learned to be so gentle?

''You're not hurt, are you?!''

I admire your bravery and strength, but I completely crumble at how helpless you become when you see me unwell, how you lose your usual collected composure, and how, ever so rarely, I see pure fear in your eyes.

''Look, I made a flower crown! Yup, it's for you, come here...''

Scarce is the way you express your affections that run so deep within you. Like Braille, I am a victim of my blindness, so much so that I need to touch the alleys of your soul to understand the flow of your love.

''Feel this, - he places your hand on his chest, heartbeat evidently fastened. - this is what you do to me.''

My cheeks blush whenever you allow yourself to be romantic. It flusters me to be loved with such intensity. What do you see in me, Sanji?

''Has the heaven created a more beautiful soul than yours? Tell me.''

I hate the way people make me feel, that is true. But you ...

''Wait for me! You're not going to leave me alone, right?''

... I love how happy you are to see me every day. I love your view of the world and the way you talk so enthusiastically about your dream. When you prepare my favorite dessert, keeping me company when others do not even notice my presence, eyes wandering around a room, and brightening up when they meet mine. I love the way you have with words, your respectful demeanor, your need to protect and serve the ones you love...

''I'd set the world on fire if even a thorn cut deep in your skin, my dearest.''

And I hate the way I can't give it all back to you.

''Don't ever risk your life for me like that again, please.''

I hate how I can't give you all that I am. I hate how I feel like I am not-

''You are so much more than enough, love. You're so much more...''

I hate how I crumble in your arms with tears in my eyes that you wipe away. I hate how you have to deal with all my insecurities and the mess that I am.

''I love you the way you are, my precious, my precious winter flower...''

But despite all this, my heart calls your name, Sanji. It desperately needs you to pass another beat and another breath. No matter how much I hated everything, and myself, I could not hate you and the way you make me feel. I could not possibly hate the way you care for me so selflessly, the little lovey-dovey notes you leave for me throughout the day, and the gifts you get me with every chance you get in order to materialize that ethereal feeling of yours as if I did not understand it.

Instead, your love is so strong that I have found pieces of it within me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and smile like a fool when I remember you complimenting my eyes. I accept my shortcomings and the little details of mine that make me special.

Tell me, how are you willing to love someone so strongly, that they begin to love themselves too?

''Hold my hand forever, okay?''

I'd spend eternities with you, with each day being greeted by your warm smile and going to sleep with your soft pecks on my skin.

I hate the way people make me feel, and I love how your love makes that amount to nothing.

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nakedcows · 1 year

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Hello! I gotta request. I love Aemond as many of the girlies do. But I never find fics for the plus size girls. I’m a firm believer that Aemond would like a plus size woman. When you have a moment of time I’d love to see a plus size reader x Aemond type fic. Of course I’d be here for some spice too. I’d just really like to see more representation ☺️ thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day!

A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the delay. I had a draft ready that didn't save so my inspiration took a big hit. I haven't thought about it before, but now that you say it I do think Aemond would lean more toward plus sized women. I can't explain why i just feel like it falls inline with his character. Thank you for your request!!

summary: Aemond gifts Y/n new clothes that inspire her to take the lead tonight

warnings: smut p n v, slight degrading (not of the reader), body shaming (it's not very much don't worry), sub Aemond

Word count 1.4k

Y/n was entranced by the stranger staring back at her in the mirror. The woman standing in her mirror resembled the fair ladies from books she had read as a girl. Ones where brave knights fight to the death and love-struck monarchs conquer kingdoms for the chance to embrace their true love.

The emerald green dress she wore had no sleeves and hung off her shoulders. Y/n was not used to dressing in such a manner she had become accustomed to frumpy, loose fitted clothing that hid her figure. Y/n’s mother had insisted that despite the high ranking of their house, it was imperative to hide the plump figure she had inherited from her to guarantee proposals from the lords of the court. However, her dear Aemond had thought otherwise. He began to court Y/n and questioned why a lady of her rank wore such ill-fitting clothing. After Y/n had confided in Aemond about her mother's advice, he disposed of her dresses and commissioned a new wardrobe of custom-made dresses with matching jewelry for his love. Y/n admired her newfound figure and how her bodice hugged her thick waist instead of hanging loosely. Layers of skirt gracefully laid against her wide hips complimented with embroidery. The mousy-looking girl had disappeared under hair tied in intricate braids decorated with rare jewels and a beauteous dress accentuating her curved figure. Y/n always felt as though she was meant to be invisible, to blend into the background unnoticed and unmentioned unless she was needed. But now, with her full body glittering in the open free to be seen, she felt confident.

“You are enchanting, my love,” Aemond said. He had briefly left for Y/n to dress and retrieve the final piece to her ensemble. Aemond stood behind her, unable to break his gaze from her captivating, newfound appearance.

Aemond delicately clasped a sapphire necklace cut from the same gem in his eye.

“What do you think, dear heart?” he asked as his hands drifted from Y/n’s neck to her shoulders

“I think it’s... perfect,” she said, gliding her hands under her plump chest. “I look perfect.” Y/n smiled brightly at her reflection. The rush of finally recognizing the glowing beauty in her mirror was the same modestly dressed woman that she saw a few hours ago. Y/n felt invincible at this moment she could do anything, say anything and the surefooted woman in her mirror would protect her from fear and persecution with a glance. She turned to Aemond with a new vigor. It was an unfamiliar feeling that bubbled in her core and climbed up to her chest. Aemond had always taken the lead. He led when they held hands when they kissed, and he led when they were intimate. But tonight, she would take command. Y/n grabbed the back of Aemond’s head greedily, pulling him flush against her body for a languid kiss. Aemond grinned into the kiss, stroking her rounded hips, causing the sensation in her core to swell. Y/n slowly pulled from him. Her whole body felt as though someone had set aflame her from the inside.

“You promised me once that you would do anything for me. I need only ask. Is that still true? Y/n asked, meeting his eyes.

“Of course, my dear,” the fingers on his neck glided into his hair to stroke his scalp.

“Then get on your knees for me,” Y/n’s light stroking turned into a tight grip as she yanked Aemond’s head back by his hair. Aemond breath hitched from the sudden tension on his scalp. Y/n had never done this before yet as he prostrated himself before her the hand in his hair leading him to kneel, he felt the blood rushing to his cock.

“What do you wish of me Y/n?”

“Hmm I don’t think using my name suits you very well my dear,” she said smirking.

“Oh?”

“No, you are a proper gentleman are you not? Then you should refer to me like one. I think ‘My lady’ will do for now, don’t you?” Aemond felt his breeches tighten as she leaned in and paused just before their lips met.

“Answer me Aemond.”

“Yes, my lady,” Y/n closed the gap between them, devouring his lips. Aemond could hear his heart pounding as his member began to throb. He was used to being in control. There was safety in control letting that part of him slip for even a second led to disaster. Aemond craved rest for someone to ease that unmoving tension in his mind and giving his power to Y/n would do just that.

“Good boy, strip and lay on the bed for me,” she said releasing his hair. Aemond stood from his spot on the floor in favor of removing his doublet and breeches before laying on the bed desperate to obey. Aemond felt his length harden as Y/n waltzed up to the bed and slowly skipped out of her sleeves pulling her bodice down, exposing her full breast and removed her small clothes, leaving her the remainder of her dress on. His red tip now peaked out from the protection of its fleshy folds at the sight. His shy elegant lady turned dominating temptress. Aemond reached down to stroke himself but was met with a quick slap.

“Proper gentlemen don’t touch themselves, Aemond. It is quite unseemly,” she said, climbing onto the bed to straddle him.

“Y-Yes my lady.”

“You know improper gentlemen believe they are owed the pleasure they crave-” Y/n pulled her skirt up, revealing thick plush thighs coated in slick from her dripping mound, causing Aemond’s breath to quicken and his cock to throb. “But a proper gentleman asks for his desires, doesn’t he, Aemond? Why don’t you ask me for what it is you desire my dear?” Y/n lowered herself a bit allowing Aemond’s tip to just barely graze her entrance. Aemond gasped, trying to hold himself together. Whenever he had coupled with Y/n, Aemond would take her hips and impale her with his length whenever he felt the urge, yet at this moment doing such a thing without her explicit permission felt as though he would be committing an unforgivable sin of the highest caliber.

“Please my lady, use my cock.” Aemond said, bringing his hands up and sinking his fingers into her soft hips.

“Hmm I don’t know. You don’t seem to want me enough. Perhaps I should stop,” she said slowly lowering her skirt. The gentle throbbing of Aemonds cock developed into torturous ache.

“No, my lady, please I need you. Please let me fill your cunny. I need it. I’m throbbing for you. I need to fill you around me my lady,” Y/n grinned and lifted her skirt once more.

“There you go sweet boy begging for me like a proper gentleman,” Y/n dropped onto his cock taking him all at once. Normally Y/n would ask Aemond to be slow and gentle with her, but here and now, consumed by her newfound vigor, she didn’t want to be gentle. She didn’t want to be delicate. She wanted to take everything for herself. Y/n sank, allowing Aemond to bottom out. He could feel her cunt constrict around his cock as if she wanted to meld him into her insides. Her folds would only briefly release him from their tight grip before clenching around him once again. Y/n could feel Aemond’s cock pulsating inside her. The tip of his cock pressed against the spongy back of her cunt. Y/n rocked her hips, enthralled by how the sensation of absolute control enhanced her pleasure. Aemond felt as though he was unraveling every time Y/n’ hips dropped to meet his. Aemond was consumed with an unrelenting craving that devoured his entire being. He needed her. He needed more.

“Faster my lady! Please, I need more of you!”

“Good boy asking so nicely for his lady,” Y/n sped up, bouncing on Aemond’s cock quicker, the heat in her core building to a peak ready to snap at any moment. Y/n reached for Aemond’s hands. She pressed his left hand against her pearl and held onto his right one. Aemond rolled small circles on Y/n’s pearl already covered in her slick and tangled his fingers with hers. Adding pressure to the sensitive bud when their hips met each other.

“I’m going to cum. Are you ready, Aemond?” she said leaning down, losing herself in his violet eye.

“Yes please, I need to feel you cum around me my lady!” she couldn’t hold on any longer. Squeezing Aemonds hand Y/n fell apart as her orgasm flooded across her body, causing her legs to shake and her body to fall limp against Aemond. The pleasure of taking Aemond as she pleased pushed Y/n’s high to another plane of existence. One where she was everything and nothing all at once. Unburdened. Unshackled. Untouched. Aemond felt himself burst inside of Y/n his back arching. He had never reached a peak like this before. He could feel tingling all throughout his body that turned into blissful burning reaching to the tips of his toes. They laid together for a moment, their heavy breathing filling the heady air. Y/n sat up a bit and placed a gentle kiss on Aemond’s temple still damp from the excitement.

“Did I do well for you, my lady?”

“You were the perfect gentleman.”

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sparkles-and-trash · 8 months

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When Keigo was 16 he kept getting in trouble with his handler at the Commission and gets sent to «voulenteer» at an animal shelter.

It started when he pierced his own ears, then he dyed his hair bright red to match his wings, and when he finally got busted reading files he had no business reading his handler put their foot down.

However, Keigo was rarely allowed outside of the Commission on his own, and secretley he looked forwards to a few hours without handlers and in company of some cute animals.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet many, but he goes in with a positive attitude as always!

What he didn’t expect was just how freaking attached he would get to the little creatures.

Not just the cute puppies and kittens, but the wildlife ones who were there for treatment as well.

He cried for the first time in years when he and the vet running the shelter released a now healthy possum that he’d gotten especially attached to.

After a while Keigo was allowed to run the night shift himself, as there was nothing to do besides keeping watch, and Keigo were just two years away from being a full fledged pro hero anyways.

He’s a little nervous the first night, but he truly has no reason to, because it all goes well.

Until there is a president knock on the door, that is.

Keigo knows there could be people coming in with animals all times of the night, so he sharpens a feather and carefully opens the door to peek out.

It’s hard to see the person outside properly because of the rain and the dark, but it’s clear that whoever it is isn’t bigger than Keigo, and is holding something gently in his arms, so Keigo opens the door.

The person stumbles inside on shaky legs, and Keigo is shocked to see it’s a boy, probably around his own age, gently cradling what looks a lot like a baby racoon.

The boy himself is wearing a oversized, ragged, and most of all wet hoodie, and his skin is shockingly pale, his turquoise eyes standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin and white hair.

He was kinda really pretty.

Also really skinny, pale and shaky, but most of all, pretty.

After a little back and fourth between them, mostly consisting of Keigo trying to understand the pretty boy’s raspy, quiet voice, but after a while Keigo has the raccoon in a warm and safe cage and have called the owner of the shelter.

Just as he’s about to turn around and thank the stranger, he realizes with a sinking feeling that the boy has already left.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long until Keigo gets a second chance.

Two nights later, a familiar knock on the door makes Keigo’s wings fluff up and he excitedly runs for the door.

Once again the pretty boy is standing there, this time he’s carrying a small cardboard box filled with way too young kittens.

«Someone just left them,» the boy says in that quiet voice of his, and Keigo’s heart squeezes.

«I got it,» Keigo say with as much reassurance he could muster, and as he took the box from the boy he noticed just how thin and freezing his hands were.

Keigo had a feeling the boy wasn’t keen on accepting any charity, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off again, but luckily he thinks quick.

«Could you help me with them? Just for a few hours!»

The boy looks startled, but after a few beats he finally nods.

So together, the boys carefully warm up the tiny kittens, feed them some bottled milk, and make sure there’s no visible injuries on them.

When the sun starts rising, the boy gets antsy, and Keigo tells him it’s okay if he needs to leave.

«I could use your help again tonight you know?» Keigo adds shyly as they’re about to part in the doorway.

The boy looked up trough his fringe, meeting Keigo’s eyes straight on.

«Really?»

Keigo smiled.

«Yeah! They’re a lot of work, and it gets really lonley here at night anyways.»

The boy nodded slowly.

«I’ll try my best,» he said hoarsly, and Keigo nodded.

«One last thing?» Keigo added nervously.

«Yeah?» the boy asked, already halfway out the door.

«What’s your name?»

The boy looked paniced for a second, before he whispered the answer.

«It’s Touya.»

Keigo beamed.

«Cool! I’m Keigo!»

Touya actually smiled a little at that.

«Yeah, you told me that already Birdie.»

Keigo blushed and ran a hand trough his hair.

«Heh. Right.»

Touya smiled shyly before he dissapeared into the first signs of dusk.

Keigo was already looking forward to the next night shift.

For the next few weeks the boys kept this little routine up.

Keigo would sneaking buy some takeout and insist he got too much and didn’t want to throw out the leftovers, and Touya would pretend to believe him.

They would talk about very light and unpersonal topics, but they still get to know each other slowly, and get more comfortable around each other as they work with the kittens together.

When Keigo’s voulenteer period is close to ending, he’s real sad about it.

He tried to beg his handler for more time there, but the upper heads of the Commission flat out refuse.

Keigo hated himself for waiting until the last night to tell Touya. He was such a chickenshit.

He hates himself even more when he finds a letter on the doorstep when he arrives.

The tattered envelope only has one word on it.

«Birdie ~»

Keigo takes a deep breath, and opens the letter.

«Hey Birdie.

I’m so sorry for leaving this way.

I know you know my situation better than you want to admit, and you probably know that it’s a risky one.

I won’t tell you much, for your own sake, but I needed to say thank you.

For treating me like a person, and for pretending like you didn’t know I was starving, or that I needed a safe place to spend the nights.

I’ll never forget your kindness Birdie.

- T»

Keigo’s heart breaks for a million reasons that night, for the boy without a home, for the friend lost, and for the death of the warm feelings he’d been experiencing for the first time.

For the next two years Keigo kept that letter with him, the memories of the pale boy with the pretty eyes who was his first real friend one of the reasons he got trough the last gruelig years of Commission training and hero prepping.

A bit ironic, all things considering, but Keigo had no way of knowing that, yet.

Yet.

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moss-bride · 11 months

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The lie of human kindness

Ren Hana x fem artist reader

1/3 chapters

She's covered in paint and hates the crusted splashes it left on her skin.

The garage her neighbors so kindly allowed her to use is a bit tight but she can't complain. This is the first time she's had a space outside her bedroom.

No. Not when there are so many artists out there that empty the living room of their dingy apartments to make their works.

She needs to make a trip to the hardware store to buy paint thinner and rounded tip brushes. She writes down her supplies on a notepad when her phone rings, the screen flashes to that familiar name. It causes a burst of nervous enthusiasm

to her most constant buyer.

She answers. "Mr Fox! What did you think of the photos I emailed you? Would you like to change anything? I'm finished with the base so by this Thursday will be your last chance to make edits." she's babbling. Something that happens often in their conversations

"No, it's coming out perfectly! " the smooth voice replies. He continually has nothing but compliments for her work. It makes her a little worried he's too afraid to give her criticism.

Which is silly because a person wouldn't spend as much as he did on a work that isn't perfect. Right?

In her doubt, she almost doesn't hear his next words. "I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to a gala."

"Me?" she's speechless for a moment. Unsure of what to say. "I…" The schedule in her notepad is empty as it's been since first started. Between work and … Work, time for clubbing is rare and she finds she hates the loud noise of clubs unlike some women her age.

She doesn't have to flip the page to know her time slot is open. Yet she hesitates. Having one on one time with Mr. Fox as his partner at a party with people she doesn't know is a daunting thing to consider.

"I'd love to go, Mr Fox but I don't exactly have proper clothes for a fancy party."

"I'll send you some!" he chirps. Ever the supportive fan. There goes her one reason. He often reminded her of a favorite uncle

She's honored that he would consider her so promising at her craft that he would show her off to acquaintances. Reminds herself that these are rich friends that could potentially commission and buy.

This is an amazing opportunity to network. She shouldn't be so wary! nonetheless, her heart frets in her chest. She chews her lip. "I don't know if I'm comfortable being in your debt like that."

"Don't sweat it. Consider it an investment for how big a splash I envision you'll make for the scene."

The easy grin of his is palpable through the phone.

he's always talking about culture, movements, and postmodernism. "Just knowing I'll be part of fostering such an artist is enough." she knew he would say something like that.

She doesn't know how to respond. Another thing that happens frequently between the two of them. Her eyes stare out the garage window. "I-"

Mr. Fox refuses to take the beginning of her stuttered refusal. "Perfect! I'll send someone to pick you up. Bye-bye." The tone rings and she's staring at the ended phone call in shock.

She shouldn't be upset with Mr. Fox, oftentimes he was the lone benefactor to her works and he's a kind man. There's no malice to his intentions, in fact, he's looking out for her by doing this.

Yes, there are skeevy men, people in general, in the art world that take advantage of others. She has heard of their predatory moves from forums and community posts.

But Mr. Fox was not one of them. She is fortunate to have met him so early in her career. An enthusiastic client is hard to come by.

On the day of the gala, a black expensive model car is sent to wait for her on the street, while she is climbing down the stairs, embarrassed to sit on the spotless leather seats inside. Neighbors gawk as she climbs in with her plain day clothes. Some wave as she leaves.

The ride to Mr. Fox's home is long. Perfect to recite her manners.

She printed out business cards and brought her satchel, a big green bag full of 'sketches' (finished works made to seem effortless), and her necessities. Keys, wallet, wipes for her glasses, and chapstick. She rustles through the items to make sure she has everything before the car starts driving.

Slowly she watches the apartments become brighter, luxury apartments, then comes a bit of suburbia, then the gated ones, the big mansions with obnoxious features and long driveways.

These people love their privacy.

When they arrive she's almost asleep, forehead pressed against the window. The driver wakes her.

The front of his home is as beautiful as she imagined. Not the ugly McMansions that she saw on the way but an elegant building with manicured trees and a welcoming structure. Not too showy and with the right amount of architecture to give taste.

Clutching her bag protectively over herself she gathers her courage and follows the butler.

There are people in uniform doing chores around the place. Maids and servers that work for him. Gosh, even their professional uniforms make her feel underdressed. They scurry to put together any final preparations for the party. White tablecloths are set

No one's here yet. She might be a little earlier than expected.

When Mr Fox emerges from the upper doorway she breathes a sigh of relief and allows her shoulders to lax. He calls her name and warmly greets her. A smile displaying his sharp canine. "Ready for the big day?"

She gives a shaky confirmation in an attempt to appear confident but he sees through it and chuckles. Clasping a hand on her shoulder as they walk into one of the wings.

"You can get dressed here."

She looks around the well-furnished room. There's a bathroom connected to the far side. A spacious bed and draped on top, wrapped in plastic must be her dress.

"I'll be out in a minute."

He makes no motion to leave, she thinks that he is scanning her body from top to bottom. It makes her face heat.

She laughs. "I'm fine Mr Fox, you can go now."

He stands there for a moment then clears his throat and adjusts his tie. "Of course!"

He's about to shut the door when he pauses and motions her close. "Before I leave…." He snatched the lenses off her face. "You won't be needing these."

"My glasses?" she's unsure about him taking them. Everything is blurry, her eyesight is poor, barely above the legal limit to be considered blind.

He sighs. "There. Much better."

"I don't have contacts on…" but he already shut the door. A small click sounds. She should call him back and ask for them more firmly….

Instead, she lets the issue go. Later she'll explain how important they are and ask for them back.

The dress that Mr. Fox had handed her feels airy. Light as a feather and lacking the weight of material. She takes a bit of it in her hand and squints to her best ability trying to test if it's see-through. But that's just her right? It must be the draft. It is a bit cold.

Underwear

Oh gosh. He really considered everything for this night. Mr Fox is nothing if not thorough but She doesn't need it. Her own underwear will be fine. And this level of planning is a bit unsettling.

she notices how delicate the garments are. Expensive. Did he put a lot of thought into her underwear?! She shakes that thought away. Feeling ashamed for associating it as creepy.

Slipping the dress over her head she struggles for it to settle around her chest.

The dress doesn't fit with the padding of her bra. She should have worn a strapless adhesive for tonight instead of a pushup.

With much consideration she forgoes the bra since the gown is long and flowing, It should cover everything. There's a shawl to go along with the outfit and she's insanely grateful.

Next, she turns to the vanity. Huffing an exasperated breath at her smudged image.

Everything's so smeared. Edges bleed into each other.

On the desk, there are blobs of what must be a hairbrush and makeup. All new and unused. She does her best in thirty minutes and is blind as a bat. Utilizing muscle memory to do most of the work. She chooses to leave her hair down instead of clipped back from her face as it usually is when working.

With that the effect is nerve-wracking. She feels like an entirely different person. A real Cinderella moment.

A knock sounds and they announce that people have begun to arrive.

"I'll be out in a minute!" she can't see the result. She'll trust Mr. Fox to inform her if her makeup is uneven.

Deep breaths. The lightness of the material makes her anxious again. However, they are waiting for her outside. She can't disappoint.

She slides into the heels and opens the door. Peeking out the hall. "Mr. Fox?"

No sign of the slight redhead. Instead, his bodyguards stand outside. Two of them as a unit. One is a big bald man to the left and a shorter, blond to the right. Hard lines of straight shoulders with no-nonsense

She smiles at them. "Nice to meet you."

They offer polite greetings but little else. She learns their names are Rhino and Roo. They sound like fake names, silly nicknames likely, but she doesn't want to make them uncomfortable by asking for real names.

They have been so nice in guiding her.

The cool wind brushes her legs as she walks down the stairs, sliding her hand on the wood railing. It's like a scene from a movie!

She hears him before she can see him. At the bottom of the stairs waiting for her to descend.

His words make her feel naked. There's an underlying heat to them. "You look ravishing." her heart hammers at the thought of what his expression looks like now. Maybe it's a good thing she can't see because his face would leave her a stuttering mess.

"It's a beautiful dress." she bashfully gazes at a corner. The heels add height to her, making him four inches shorter but she never minded being taller. She stays at his side, enjoying the smell of his cologne. He's so warm. "You're very handsome yourself ." His suit is a deep burgundy with black accents. Lapels clean cut and hugging the waist.

Fox's voice resonates with a playfulness she hasn't had the pleasure of noticing before. "Are you flirting with me?"

She rears her head back and says, embarrassed. "Of course not. I don't mix business with pleasure." He chuckles at that.

He wants to be the exception.

A guest comes up to them with a steady tap of no doubt expensive shoes. "Fox, who is this gorgeous lady you are keeping to yourself?"

Mr. Fox introduces them. " She's the creator of paintings you see on my walls."

This man is blond with deeply tanned skin. If she had to guess he's a corporate type. "Fox here talks quite a bit about your talents."

The older man grins over the rim of a glass as she shoots him a look. He's all 'I told you so.'

Her art unnerved most people and to discuss it so openly

Human suffering plain to the eye. They only see that pain. Not the beauty in their panicked stares. White straining, turning pink with shocks of red worms until they become bloodshot.

She paints that freedom. A study of human anatomy to remind everyone what they are. What will come.

Death is her inspiration, there is beauty in the midst of suffering angelic or from hell.

"Deserved flattery. Your images are visceral. Gut-wrenching." god the flattened is too much, she could get used to being complimented. "I did not expect such a sweet lady would be behind this gruesome work."

She laughed. "Never judge a book by its cover."

Talks and talks about a variety of things that go on in her life, and acts amazed at the news of his vacation to Jamaica. Then other guests join their conversation. Mr Fox is marching her from one acquaintance to the next and she knows she should be writing down names and information. Telling when she's open to commissions. Yet, all she could register is Mr. Fox beside her and his chuckling puffs when she says something funny.

She tries her best to be funny to hear it again and again.

An endless stream of beautiful guests that are interested in her work and admire it is refreshing to be around. The shame and secrecy of having to skip around the subject of her art gets tiring

Hiding her muse is tiring, Death and the human form is the subject of her imagining and here they are celebrated.

When the evening is getting late he walks her to a patio, brushing past breezy curtains of red. The cool wind is a godsend on her hair.

He hands her a glass of wine and cups his own elegantly. He's so at home among the fortune and excess. She wishes at that moment for her phone, the way he looks is a divine masculine aura. He could be on the cover of a men's magazine.

"To our partnership."

She takes the offered cup and sips. Smiling softly at him as the burst of flavorful red wine spreads on her tongue.

He's gazing at her in the dark, illuminated by the orange glow of the light from one side and the soft pale of the moon on the other. "What is it?"

His eyes must be keener than hers to see in the shadowy night. Does he notice her flushed shoulders and nervous tick? She's woozy from the drink already.

"I'm lucky to have met you, Mr. Fox." She tucks a strand behind her ear and is about to do the same to her other ear when she feels the warm pad of his thumb tuck it for her.

A polished claw gently scrapes her scalp.

Even with her blurry vision, the flaming orange flicker to his eyes catches her own. She tilts her head into the touch.

"My family and friends think what I draw is terrible. Satanic and devil worshiping, even." she gives a sardonic laugh. "I couldn't ever show them my sketchbook. No one wants to order family portraits from a gore artist. I didn't have anyone. But you…and the people here …understand."

Her admission gets her a sharp glimpse of teeth. A pearly fang. "Horror and shock are things to be celebrated, people scare easily on such subjects."

She's breathless as his nail slides against her brow. 'Exactly."

She tries to take a step to him and she stumbles in the heels. Falling forward. His grip tightens on her arm. Without it, she would have face-planted. She laughs. "I don't feel very stable." without another thought she shucks them off, her bare feet flat on the floor.

"It's alright." he supports her with a surprising amount of strength. She wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face into his neck. Without her heels, she's back to being two inches taller than him. Chest to chest.

She doesn't know she is being drugged. He can feel her pebbled breasts

"What happened to not mixing business with pleasure?" it's a husky whisper

She leans into his palm and closes her eyes. "You're not business. You're my friend." her only friend in this city. Her arms pull him closer for a hug. She pours her gratitude into her grasping arms, squeezing hard. Her friend…Who supports her and makes her feel appreciated.

It's easy to kiss him. She's intoxicated and forgetful of how intimidating his aura can be. The pit of nervous butterflies that she gets at meeting his eyes is gone, replaced by her need to share how much she feels for him. Laying three pecks on his lips after. The tenderness of each peck overwhelms him.

He's unresponsive. Horrified, she attempts to step away, about to utter an apology. Yet his hands refuse to let her go.

"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," she says in a sudden moment of shame.

"Shh. Let's get you home." he tightens his jacket at her neck. It's laughable really, her shoulders are a bit ticker and it fits over almost like a shawl.

"I want to stay with you," she mumbles against his skin. She kisses him again and this time he opens his mouth. With the first touch of tongues, she made a sound filled with need.

His breath is ragged and hot on her bruised lips.

"That's not a good idea…"

He's struggling with a decision she's not privy to. Muttering silent words in displeasure, smoothing his hair down with a right hand. She tries to hear what he's saying but her wine-drunk brain can't zero in on his meaning. Is he alright?

"Please, Fox." She both does and doesn't know what she's asking for

He pushes her away and she tumbles into the arms of Roo. For a slight figure, he has surprising strength.

She wants to dive back into his arms but the blond holds her still. Mr. Fox turns away. A growl threatened his words. "Go home."

#ao3 fanfic #x reader #fanfic #the price of flesh #ren hana #dead dove fic

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sanscat0414 · 3 months

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Love Hurts 1

Hawks x Reader

Scenario: You have a crush on Hawks but he loves another or so it seems. One day you learned that you have the Hanakai disease. Will you be saved?

Warning: Mild Blood

Note:

H/n=Hero name

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You and Hawks were pretty much insuperable since childhood. You both grew up together and both was taken in by the commission. Hawks trust you and you trust him. Over the years you started to develop a crush on your bird friend. You didn’t want to ruin what you have so you never told him as such. You’ve convinced yourself that your love is unrequited and that’s okay. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

Recently you started to notice Hawks spending less time with you and more with another hero, Mirko. Now you were hurt by this but you get it Mirko is such a strong and beautiful woman. Any man would fall for her. When you do see Hawks he talked about the fun stuff him and Mirko was up to like pranking other heros. You where perfectly okay playing the supporting friend in there love story.

One day, after the rare times you get to see Hawks you started feeling sick. You went home and when directly to the bathroom. You started coughing and ended up throwing up. When you opened your eyes again you saw blood and yellow petals in the toilet bowl infront of you. You didn’t think much of it at first thinking it was possible an effect form a villain you fought that day.

You decided to the doctor next morning and took a day off. Once you where at the doctor they did a few test and ask a few questions.

“Ms.(H/n) form what you are saying and experiencing. I believe you have Hanakai disease.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a disease born from one-sided love. It’s still a bit of mystery why it happens. It can be fatal if you don’t treat as flowers take over your body form the inside.”

“Is there a cure?”

“Thankfully yes, a treatment through surgery or having the other person confess their love for you too. Going through the surgery means that your feelings and memories of the person.”

“I see…..” you said quietly as you thought about Hawks.

You hated the thought about losing all those precious memories of hawks. You love him and he was always there no matter what. You loved him will all your heart and he was the only person that matter to you. Loosing those memories would be like removing a part of yourself. You also know… having him love you is impossible, you’re just a friend after all.

“Any chances the person you like, would like you back?”

“Mostly likely not.”

“So shall we sche-“

“No. Thanks for everything.”

“BUT Ms.(H/n) if you don’t you’ll die. I know it’s not my place but you done a lot of good for Japan it be a shame to loose you over a person.”

“Call me selfish, I know. But this person had been in my life for a long long time now. Loosing those memories would be like losing my entirety. Beside… I love them to much to let that go.” You said with a sad smile before leaving.

It was sunset by the time you left the hospital. As you walked you heard ten familiar sounds of wings flapping behind you.

“Hey~ up for some hang out time? I just got off work.”

You turn around, low and behold, hawks in all his glory. You smile and nodded. He took hold of you and flew to a near by roof top together. Once your alone in the roof Hawks let go of you.

“Yoru agency said you’re out sick today. You okay?” He said worriedly.

“Mhm, thankfully it was just a bad stomach bug.” You lied.

You can’t tell him the truth. He can’t know. He doesn’t need to know. All it matter is spending the rest of the time you have with him.

“If you’re not feeling well, I can take you home.”

“No it’s fine. I want to hang out with you. How was your day?”

“Oh it was great. Mirko and I pulled a prank on Easerhead and ———-“

You sorted of zoned out a bit as he talked with so much enthusiasm about the fun time he had while patrolling with Mirko. Mirko, you know she a nice lady, you met her a few times but every time you hear her name it seem like another knife to your chest. You started to feel physically pain again and tried to hide it. You started coughing again and hawks immediately stopped talking and tried to help you. You pushed him a way while coughing into your hanker-chief. You hid the hanker- chief from him and thankfully he didn’t notice it.

“____! I guess that stomach bug was worst eh? Come on let me take you home. You should get more rest.”

You nodded and let him take you home. Once you were home and Hawks was gone, you took out the hankercheif. You look at it and as expected blood and Yelloow petals a few more than before. You know it well only get worse. You can’t help but wonder when your gone what would hawks think….

Part 2

#bnha hawks #keigo #keigo takami #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader mha #keigo x reader #hawks x reader angst #bnha hawks x reader #mha takami keigo #hawks mha #mha hawks #mha x reader

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qierxing · 2 years

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Any blog recommendations yandere x reader ?

POV you have activated my non stop talking NPC dialogue

Oh god I have so many people for you bestie —I rarely do get the chance to just gush sincerely.

Please check these wonderful people out and remember to read/heed any rules they have.

@galair - My bestie in the whole wide world, sexy painted fanarts and thotty excerpts galore (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Her artworks feel so buttery and smooth with her painted strokes and the colors is just off the charts. Composition for sexy tense scene? She gotchu — 10/10 would follow(And her commissions are open!!!).

@ddarker-dreams - A legend in the yandere Genshin community, her works are just phenomenal. I especially love how she does world building and context—I often easily lose attention with long subtext, but the way Lock does it is just artful in that it ends up being the beautiful ribbon that ties up the whole story. If you like a good balance of plot and yandere, she’s your author.

@yandere-daydreams - Love, love how they do prose. Don’t know how to explain it, but the way the sentences flow into each other…poetic cinema, if I dare say it(bestie please tell me how you manage to make your runon sentences super sexy). The way dialogue flows in their fics is just so natural and sometimes makes you laugh or gasp scandalously. You’d be hard pressed to find anyone else like them.

@saekogun - Known for their yandere Genshin college AU. I love how June sets up their world and how they explores their concepts—it’s almost you’re like a player in a game with how in-depth they go. Gave me so many brain worms about many fun different concepts of characters in different scenarios, it’s seriously impressive.

@stupid-sloot-headcanons - Amazing succinct and sweet excerpts/thoughts about many yandere stuff—perfect for a morning newspaper read. Will manage to get you horny within a couple sentences, mark my words.

@merakiui - Came for the yandere Genshin, stayed for the Azul thirst trap. No. 1 person to go to for Octavinelle brainrots (Need to get that Azul fix man). The way she writes visuals...beautiful. I swear I can see her words become actual pictures in my mind's eye.

@love-toxin - Has a good variety of fics on different media, from Eddie Munson(you’re almost getting me bestie)from Stranger Things to Leon Kennedy(every day I think about that fic. you know what I’m talking about) to SPIRIT HUNTER(i’m not normal about this media period. the second game is coming next year). Truly an eye opener for the things that I never knew i was into; thank you for your service.

@99-nct - Cha, my beloved <3 Their writing has grit and an edge that always makes you keep coming back for more. Want to feel your heart clench? No other author has got you covered like Cha.

@jackplushie - Recent follow for my TWST fixation, they have cool and unique AUs and prompts that I’ve enjoyed perusing.

@yandere-sins - So many good fics, truly keeping us all fed here. I can swear by their smuts, it's the hot shit of the century. Their Alien series is to DIE for, literally.

@yanmaresu - Thrilling yandere x reader art, need I say more? They also have great excerpts with their pieces.

@shiny-jr- Another one of my fav TWST blogs—they explore lots of prompts and what-ifs' in TWST world and it's always a treat to read due to how fleshed out it's written.

There’s probably plenty more that I can’t remember right now, but please do check my tags if you would like to see more people. I run a queue on various works that I’ve enjoyed reading immensely, and the authors of those works are sure to deserve a reblog and a follow!

Also small reminder that I see your replies and send much love, I just can’t reply cuz this is a side blog and I will die before revealing my main blog handle.

#xing's circle #asks #sarahyumiko2

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yakowo · 4 months

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I apologize for the sudden invasion but oH MY GOD.

Grabs you by the shoulders (if I am allowed)

YOUR ART.

MAKES MY BRAIN GO CRAZY.

The most recent post of Pirate Price is so incredible and I love it so much and I don't actually remember your preferred pronouns because I have a terrible memory buT THE TOP SURGERY SCARS!!?!?!?! /pos I never even considered trans price for some reason.. it means the world to me now as a trans dude. Me and him and transgender buddies fr

I love him he means the world to me thank you so so much for this food and your art is fucking incredible. I love it so much. Its so yummy. Your style makes me go absolutely bonkers. I love love your style so much. Thank you for having your asks open so I can yell about how much I love your art and how you draw all the call of duty characters I've wanted to send an ask before but sending them makes me nervous to people who arent moots/friends but youR ART IS SO COOL AND SCRUMPTIOUS!!!!

abyss, mate, never apologize for dropping into my asks i'm so happy to receive those!!!

from one trans man to another I can't stress enough how excited I get when I get a chance to draw cod boys with top surgery scars (this time all thanks to the amazing person that commissioned Pirate Price) and trans!Price is so rare to come by as well, maybe that's why you haven't considered it

EITHER WAY thank you SO much, for your kind words!!! there's nothing else that I want from my art than making people feel happy when they see it! and if it's something to relate to it makes it even better!

hearing that you love it gives me an enormous amount of inspiration and confidence to keep going 💪🏻✨so once again THANK YOU FOR COMING AND YELLING AT ME 💥💥💥💕

#my asks

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blackstarmylove · 1 year

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Kiss (Scenario)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Kei, Kokuyou, Sin, Ginsei x gn!Reader

Warning: Suggestive (Kokuyou’s HC).

Requested by: @alpha-polaris

Prompt: Hi Lancer! BSTS "quick question".How would Sin,Kei,Ginsei and Kokuyou react, if MC kisses them (you choose where).Greetings !! I love what you write. :)

A/N: Hi! This somehow turned from a quick ask to a scenario. 😆 Hehe thank you!

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Kei wasn't sure how to react when you cupped his cheeks. He thought maybe you wanted to compliment him, but when you got on your toes and pressed your warm lips to his forehead, Kei's muscles tensed.

How adorable.

"Would you mind if I ask what the kiss was for?"

"Are you complaining?" You cheekily asked, earning a chuckle in return.

"Not one bit."

You giggled and shrugged, "I just felt like kissing you. Maybe next time I will kiss you on the lips. Bye~"

If you hadn't hurried away, you would have seen a rare reaction - Kei blushing and speechless.

Ginsei sat on one of the sofas in the rest area with his shoulders slumped. His hands were trembling a bit, and his face looked pale. A prickling pain traveled across your chest as you watched him from the adjacent hallway. He always worked so hard, and that too without any complaint.

Hearing footsteps, Ginsei quickly fixed his position and flashed a bright smile, pretending to be alright. "Hi, (y/n)."

"Hi, Ginsei. Are you okay?"

For a brief second, his eyes widened, but he quickly smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I just needed a little break..."

"Hey, Ginsei..."

"Yeah?"

Leaning down, you tenderly kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you for always working hard. You are an incredible man."

Ginsei couldn't bring himself to talk, so he only gave a nod. Taking this chance, you quickly planted a kiss on his other cheek. "If you work any harder, I will kiss you on the lips."

"Then...I will have to work harder..."

You stole another glance at his bare chest. Why does he always have to wear clothes that expose his chest? If only he knew how badly that sight messed with your mind. On the other hand, if he learned that, Kokuyou would probably roam around shirtless. Not that you would complain if he did.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore!"

Your sudden outburst startled Kokuyou, and he stared at you with a raised eyebrow. Unexpectedly, you turned to face him with a red face and buried your face in his chest before pressing a long kiss on his chest.

"Oi, the hell do you think you're doing?" Kokuyou asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I couldn't help it, okay? It's your fault for always showing off your chest!"

The left corner of his lip curled up as he grabbed your chin and met your gaze, "If I show off other parts of my body, will you kiss them too?"

Sin quietly poured you a cup of tea before taking a seat across from you. How did he know? How does he always figure it out? Is it that easy for him to read your mind?

"If you wish to talk, I shall lend an ear."

"Sin, how do you always know when I'm not doing well?"

"Your smile does not reach your eyes."

You were taken aback by his statement but a small smile tugged on your lips. "Is it okay if I don't want to talk? Can...you still stay here with me?"

"I shall stay for as long as you need."

Nodding, you looked down at the cup in front of you and watched the strands of steam floating out until your gaze landed on his hand. You reached across the table and took hold of his hand with both of your hands.

"Thank you, my dear prince charming, for always being there for me." With those words, you planted a kiss on the back of his large hand. Sin chuckled softly and gently squeezed your hands.

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➣ BlackStar Theater Starless Masterlists [1][2][3] ➣ Main Masterlist

➣ Buy me a Ko-fi? ➣ Commission: Open || Requests: Closed

#bsts kei #bsts kokuyou #bsts ginsei #bsts sin #blackstar theater starless #bsts

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ivorydragoness44 · 1 year

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Darth Maul x Reader: From Our Scars

Darth Maul x Reader: From Our Scars Part 1:

Word Count: 6,894 Warnings: Maul self-harms himself to gain clarity on whether the Reader is truly his soulmate (a little cut on his already exposed chest), blood mention because of Maul being dramatic, angst, Reader’s utter bewilderment A/N: I honestly don’t know how many times I have re-read this. But I swear that I have character development planned for the Reader. They are very hesitant and have absolutely no clue as to what is going on at the moment, but we’ll get there! Summary: Over ten years later, the Reader finally meets Maul, their soulmate, and gets swept up into his task of assembling his Shadow Collective.

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Over a decade had passed and the Clone Wars were well underway. The years had granted you new clients and commissions. One in particular sent your life in a different direction than you had initially intended. The lava planet of Mustafar. Instead of making original pieces of art for your clients, you now worked with the Black Sun. Sometimes, you had once concluded, you have to make difficult choices in order to survive. With the Black Sun, they commissioned you to create replicas of expensive paintings and such found throughout the galaxy to sell in the criminal underworld. The wary you held at first was obviously present, but the pay was all too good to pass up during the war.

Presently, the day was progressing like any other. You were busy applying a coat of gloss over the surface of a painting. It both enhanced the colors and gave a kind of seal on top. Nothing too fancy or elaborate. The entry door slid open. The intrusion was irregular and disrupted the quiet sanctuary you had away from the inner workings of the Black Sun fortress. The front room was filled with art supplies, all strictly organized. There is where you worked, usually days in a row. “They work in here,” you heard Ziton Moj say. He was one of the large Falleen species that helped make up the number of members. It was rare, even scarcely so, that anyone was brought into your workplace. They typically let you work in peace. Any distraction could hinder the work and its process. At least, that is what you had warned them in the past. With only a few instances, it never happened. They wanted their credits, so they agreed to let you work on your own terms. When the varying footsteps entered the room, you ignored. Any being that was vaguely interested only wanted to see the products of your labor. “What is this?” One of them asked somewhere behind you. His voice was deep and would make anyone wary, but there was a light curiousness within it. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” “Yes…” a voice much smoother agreed. “Such artistry must generate a plethora of credits for the Black Sun.” A curiosity spared within yourself. From hearing some of their comments, you finally turned to acknowledge them. There, matching the hulking Falleen, was an orange Zabrak. The armor on his shoulders alone identified him as a warrior to you. The other, a Zabrak with red colorations, whose presence compensated from their height difference. That, and those strikingly intricate tattoos.

“New customers?” You asked of Ziton Moj. He opened his mouth to speak, but the red Zabrak responded first. “I am Maul,” he stated, and indicated to the Zabrak beside him. “This is Savage.” Likewise, you introduced yourself. Their names hung in your mind, different than that of the Falleen noblemen residing in the Black Sun fortress. “As one of Black Sun’s…associates, you should know that it is now under my command and a part of the Shadow Collective.” An army of crime lords, great, you internally sighed. “And what does that mean for me?” “Rest assured that your talents,” he eyed the artwork around the room, “will still be of use to the Collective.” Nodding, you absentmindedly bit the inside of your cheek. Within seconds, your future was unclear. If anything, there may have been a chance for you to return to Naboo. Not that the planet would be the same since you had seen it last.

His eyes peered down. From the angle, you assumed that he was eyeing your exposed mid-drift. However brief, your lips created a flat line in disapproval. Maul hardly turned to his companions. “Ready the ships. We need the supplies loaded aboard in good time,” a smooth assertiveness in his voice as he instructed them. Savage nodded in confirmation and Ziton’s expression was nothing shy of annoyed obligation. In fact, a thought had occurred to you. How did this Maul persuade the leaders of the Black Sun to give over their authority? Much less to a complete stranger.

As the door closed behind their retreating forms, you were left alone with this one called Maul. It was quiet. By the silent pause, you initially thought he was going to ask about your art career with Black Sun and elsewhere. Those putting their valuable credits in your hands usually wanted to see an example of your past work. It was only logical. Thankfully, you felt no ill intent from him. However, you could easily see by the way he carried himself that he was powerful, and he knew it. Then again, you still did not know him or what he was truly capable of. Maul refocused his attention on you. “When did you get your scar?” The question surprised you. Never had someone asked ‘when’. It was always: ‘how’ or ‘what happened’. that, and it was nowhere near where you thought a conversation with him would go. Blinking, you tried to formulate a coherent response. You looked down briefly and touched the scar gently with your fingertips. “It’s a soulmate mark,” you said quietly. Looking over his face, you could not read a single reaction. At least he was listening intently. Those golden eyes baring into you. “I used to live on Naboo…before the start of the Clone Wars. I was a different artist then. One day, the Trade Federation blockaded the planet. We couldn’t get any resources or the off-world supplies that we needed. In the coming days, I heard a commotion of ships fighting. It was around that time that I discovered the new scar. It never healed—faded since that day…not like the others.” You shrugged, having made peace with it years ago. “They died that day. I just hope it was quick and painless. Even for someone I’ve never met.” You did not want to dwell too much on the subject. If you did, past emotions tended to resurface. It remained quiet between the pair of you. There was no sense of awkwardness. Looking back up at him, you could tell that the metaphorical gears were turning thoughts in his mind. The way his eyes shifted around to different points on the floor, and a thoughtful crease appeared on his brow ridge. Molten, almost glowing eyes. His searching eyes landed on something of interest. Stepping away from you, hands clasped behind his back, he walked around to another table. There, he grabbed something off of the cloth that you had laid out to dry on well before you had visitors that day. Your brows furrowed in your confusion. It made you wonder if he always acted in such a manner. Then, your eyes went wide when he turned and you saw the item he had chose. Out of all the tools he could have picked, he had to choose the palette knife. “What are you doing?” You asked of him, voice pitching in alarm. It was not as if you knew what he was going to use it for, if at all. He paused before pressing the blade against his skin, making a shallow cut on his exposed abdomen. “Don’t do that!” You mildly panicked, rushing around the table. Snatching the knife away, you found yourself scolding him. “This is an art tool, not a weapon! At least that’ not it’s intended use.” A response, any, would be expected, normal even. However, his mouth remained shut. The flurry of emotions prickled out of your skin. You huffed, his eyes not even meeting your own. Looking down his chest, the cut was steadily bleeding. The red blood slowly trailed down his tattooed skin. You made a move to get a clean cloth for him, but he stopped you by a quick grab to your wrist; firm and restraining. The twisted look of confusion on your face when you looked at him would have even sent a Neimoidian into a fit of explanations. But not Maul. “You’re bleeding, for goodness sake.” It had been a long while since you last had your heart rate pick up to such a speed. The level of shock you were experiencing from someone casually harming themselves was beyond comprehension at the moment. You could not understand his actions. Not that you would, he had not said a word. Maul’s eyes bore right into yours. “Show me,” he said, his voice low and steady. “What?” You asked, exasperated and clearly not understanding. Maul gestured to the equivalent area on you where his cut was located. You paused, awareness slowly coming to you. Even so, you did not want to acknowledge it in words in your mind. Hesitantly, yet with a rising curiosity, you lifted your top almost a hand’s width distance upward. You froze when you saw a colored mark equal in its shape and angle to his on your skin. You breath hitched. How could this possibly be? Looking between your markings, you tried to grasp onto any sense. There was no possible explanation in the entire galaxy that came to mind. Maul simply stared at your marking, still holding onto your wrist. Words were trying to form in your mind as emotions swelled in your fight with disbelief of the situation. Your eyes followed one crimson droplet as it glided down his torso. “How-how are you alive?” You finally asked through your uncertainty. Beginning to brim with tears, your eyes met his. He removed his hand from your wrist. “I will always survive,” he said with an air of menace. From his response, you could not tell if his thoughts brought more anger or sorrow. With any hope, you would find out someday. If he was willing. He was alive, your soulmate. You gave a soft laugh, your chest heaved with an irregular and much needed breath, still trying to wrap your mind around the new information. Peering down to his blinking belt and further down, you saw it. From his knees down, there was some kind of durasteel. He wore no boots. Cybernetics. Realization struck you of how everything below his belt, your soulmate mark, had to be cybernetic. So much for a detail oriented artist. Somehow, someway, Maul’s body had been severed in half and he survived. At least, or so it appeared, he received cybernetics to help with his mobility. Placing your hand gently on his shoulder, you spoke. “I’m sorry for what you had to go through. It looks to me that you could probably handle almost anything. And…I wish no ill will toward you and…hope that maybe we can get to know one another—in time.” His head tilted in the slightest, his eyes studying yours as if accessing whether or not you were being truthful. “Are you willing to leave this place?” Again, his question was not what you expected. The prospect had crossed your mind before, but you never knew exactly how in a safe way. You were so deep into Black Sun that you were not sure if a way out was even possible. However, with Maul now leading, things were likely going to keep changing. Maul’s expression was gentle, hopeful even as he waited for your response. With certainty, you finally answered. “Yes.” Knowing that from that moment onward, your life would be taking another turn. “Is there any work that you need to finish here, or are you able to come with us for the time being?” “This was my last one,” you said, pointing at the art piece with the coat of gloss drying. “But,” you paused in thought, “wherever you are going…what would be my purpose? How could I possibly be of help?” For the first time that you had seen, he smiled softly. “You have managed to survive and make a living among criminals, I can only assume that you are resourceful. Are you not?” As if on professional instinct, you became defensive, and almost listed off your resumé. “I’ve worked by commission for years. I can negotiate with the most unsavory of people.” “Good,” he nodded in approval. “You will make an excellent advisor.” “Do you plan on making many negotiations?” “Yes,” he said simply. His expression was parsecs away from the hard look he had on his face when he first entered the room. “For now, I must inspect the progress that should be happening outside. We require supplies,” he added, following your curious expression. “When would we be leaving?” He paused, likely not wanting to blindly trust you so quickly, but soulmate instinct must have said otherwise. Taking a breath, he said, “We have a base on the planet Zanbar. I…wish for you to remain there with me for a time. What I’m planning…it may not be safe for you to follow in it’s entirety.” You nodded. “In a time of war…when is it not dangerous?” Letting the new information sink in, you gathered your courage for the next chapter of your life. “I suppose that I should pack a few things,” you said, setting the palette knife down. Remembering, you glanced down at his wound. “Firstly, at least let me get you something to clean the blood.” There was not so much of a pause this time before he nodded in acceptance. Turning away from him, you walked into the adjoining room. You could easily hear as Maul followed behind you. So close that the door did not slide shut before he entered. “The refresher is right there,” you pointed toward the sealed door. You doubted that he would tolerate you tending to his wound. “Help yourself. I’ll be getting some of my belongings together in here.” He gave a single nod and entered the refresher.

In one singular bag, you hoped to store items that you deemed necessities. going through what belongings you owned, you chose at least two spare outfits. There was doubt for excessive wardrobe changes. Not that you would. Living in what was your current living situation meant simplicity. Not that you ever had the time to roam through stalls of marketplaces on other planets. Diving your hand into a small compartment of your bag, you sighed in relief when you pulled out your galactic identification card. Just in case a situation arose and you were in need of it. Venturing around your living quarters, you continued gathering a few other items. If it were a permanent move, it would have been easier to pack everything and call it a day. By the time you were lining up the various items on your bed, Maul walked out of the refresher. “Did you find everything all right?” You asked, looking up at him as you folded a shirt tightly. “Yes.” You gave him a smile and he stepped over. There was enough personal space between, especially with you side stepping by your bed as you grabbed and packed belongings. Maul observed your progress for a minute or so before returning to his questions. “Tell me…how did an artist from Naboo get to be with the likes of the Black Sun?” A short breathy laugh escaped your lips. You had figured that it would only be a matter of time before he began to ask such questions. And so, you were forced to remember. “There was a time where I finally decided to…expand my horizons. I listed an art portfolio on the holonet. I suppose…I know that having a few artistic studies of other artists’ styles is why they contacted me. At least…I found out eventually.” You shrugged, “But once the Clone War began, they offered an opportunity that I could not turn down. I needed the credits.” He remained silent and attentive, so you continued. “I didn’t know who they were or anything at the time, so I’m surprised that they agreed to a trial period.” Maul’s brow ridge furrowed. “I completed a few commissions to see if I could—wanted to do it full-time. Needless to say, the pay was great, but…it still felt entirely wrong. It was a low point in my life that I won’t bore you with. I’m only a means of currency to them, that’s why I had asked you of my place in this—this change.” Old emotions threatened to flood to the surface, so you adjusted your focus. “If I may ask, what were you doing after Naboo?” Looking elsewhere, you thought he was not going to reply. His jaw clenched. “I was left forgotten on the trash pile that is Lotho Minor.” Your face twisted in disgust, appalled and sad for his past circumstance. From his expression, you wanted to read carefully. “H-how long were you—” “Over ten years.” “Years?” You gawked, eyes wide. “Unfortunately, the Clone War had started without me.” Initially, his word choice struck you as odd. After all, you had much to learn about this mysterious soulmate of yours. “You wanted to be a part of the war?” “I was meant to be…but it is too late for that. So, I have my own plans that I am setting into motion.” From the look on your face, he said, “All will reveal itself in due time. For now, I work with the Mandalorians to aide me in gathering together the criminals of the galaxy.” Maul gazed around your room for a moment, gesturing toward your bag. “If you are finished here, we can leave. I trust that you have all that you require?” Slipping on a less revealing tunic over your top, to hide your soulmate scar, there was only on last thing. Reaching over for the strap of your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “I’m ready,” you have a firm nod. It was finally time to put Mustafar and this life behind you.

Never had you seen such activity before. Maul and yourself had made your way outside, walking down the pathways to the ships. There were so many people involved with their individual and shared tasks at once. The pair of you stopped when he silently deemed a suitable vantage point. From there, together you could watch over the progress of the Mandalorians and the Black Sun as they gathered and loaded supplies into the ships. To top it off, it was the first time you had laid eyes on a Mandalorian. Much less an army of them, each wearing matching armor. There, the two of you remained. The groups appeared almost endless as both the Mandalorians of Maul’s Shadow Collective and the Black Sun paced back and forth between their ships and the citadel. However, your focus was not completely on them alone. This Zabrak beside you held your curiosity and it only seemed to grow the long you were beside him. For over ten years you thought your soulmate had been lost forever, and now, you were swaying between disbelief and the need to know him. Who was he before Lotho Minor, and what led him to such a foul fate? With all of the soulmate scars you had encountered in your life, you certainly had questions about his lifestyle.

Some minutes passed before Savage returned to Maul’s side. “All of the supply crates are getting loaded. They are almost finished,” said Savage, Maul remained standing with his hands behind his back. “Good. We are making good time. Do take our advisor to our ship. They need to be properly settled in before we depart Mustafar,” he instructed, gesturing toward you softly. “It will be done, brother,” Savage nodded, looking to you expectantly. It was a wonder if at some point you would stop creating more questions for yourself. Again, it was best to leave such a question for another time. Giving a short glance to Maul’s neutral expression, you walked alongside his brother toward the ship. Each ship on the platform was sleek with rotating wings that held an upright position in its stagnant form. Not that you knew much about such a topic, but the set of space crafts looked more like fast fighters than ones meant for carrying any significant amount of cargo.

“You and Maul are brothers?” You asked, despite yourself. “Yes, though we did not grow up together,” he replied, the pair of you stepping up the narrow ramp of the ship. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” After a pause, and walking through an entry door, he coughed suddenly, as if to clear his throat. “Your art…do you have assistants that help you?” When you peered over at him, his entire body was stiff. His head was held straight to avoid you full glance, his eyes shifting in your direction. You smiled. “No. I’m the only one who works on my art. I doubt Black Sun wanted to spend the extra credits if I had ever asked. I’ve gotten along just fine on my own.” Savage nodded in acknowledgement and led you to what you assumed would be where you would be waiting out during the travels. There was an array of glowing buttons on every panel, and one large viewport to the front. You were sure by the time Maul boarded, there would not be a seat for everyone, not that you minded at the moment. If it was a short travel to the base he had mentioned, you were willing to stand. Anything to get off of Mustafar, to be honest. Standing off to your right, Savage spoke up again. This time, at least, he looked less wary. “Your artwork…I’ve never seen any quite like it. It’s amazing.” Your knees would have buckled beneath you if you were not already standing so rigid. “Thank you. I-I don’t remember the last time anyone complimented my work without wanting something in return.” He hung his head, thoughts visibly running through his mind. “Did you receive training to master your craft? My brother has been teaching me.” You hummed, finally someone genuinely curious with no ulterior motive. “A little of both. Training and self-taught. What, if I may ask, are you being trained for?” Just as your question finished leaving your lips, the door slid open. Maul entered alone. “You arrived sooner than expected brother,” said Savage, looking at him curiously. “The loading of the supplies are near completion, and…Pre Vizsla’s own plan to take control of Mandalore is flawed. This is his opportunity to learn from a real master.” Standing in the middle of the room, he glanced between Savage and yourself. “Pre Vizsla?” You asked. “Yes,” he replied simply. “He is the leader of the Mandalorian Death Watch. You will see him shortly.” Nodding slowly as you reviewed the new information, you said, “There are plenty of new names for me to learn today.” “Yes, and you will learn each relevant name in time. As my negotiations advisor, you will know them all.” “You have given them this title?” Asked a very confused Savage. Maul looked directly at him then. “They have made negotiations with the Black Sun before. I trust that their expertise will be beneficial in our cause.” The much larger Zabrak nodded but made no further comment. There was a moment’s silence before Maul’s eyes flashed to the door in-front of him. Roughly two seconds later, three of those fully armored Mandalorians entered the ship. You stepped further back into the corner opposing Savage to make room for the new occupants. One, made their way into the piloting seat, working the panels right away. A slender but no less intimidating one gave you no more than a side-glance as they passed to stand between you and the pilot. “All supplies have been loaded onto the ships,” said the man you assumed had to be Pre Vizsla. “Then we are ready to depart,” Maul said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Set course back to Zanbar.” Remaining quiet, you peered beyond the helmeted individuals as the ship began to ascend. You let out an inaudible sigh as the dark molten planet fell out of view. It had been far too long since you had flown anywhere, especially through space. Had you prepared yourself mentally or emotionally for such a change in your day-to-day life of the past few years? No, but hopefully there would be time for that later. As long as there were no more weighty surprises for the rest of the day, you were sure to be fine. As the ship left the Mustafarian atmosphere, your focus shifted to the other passengers. The three Mandalorians, aside from their obvious armor, colored in hues of grey, blue, and white, were more than well suited. Harnessed to their backs were jetpacks. This definitely was an evening of firsts to you, considering you had never seen a jetpack in-person. Beyond that, you were surprised with yourself for missing one very important detail. Everyone had a weapon. Blasters rested on the hips of the armored three. Pre Vizsla appeared to have an extra accessory tucked in with his jetpack. It could have been a sword. That knowledge in-particular, you were uncertain of. Then again, how many weapons could be on their person that you could not see? The thought played on your nerves, if only a little. All of you were supposed to be on the same side. You hoped. Gradually, your eyes drifted over to Maul. Clipped to his belt was a silver cylindrical weapon of some sort. Savage’s was twice the length, and could easily be used as a cane for some. Though your eyes roamed each of them, it felt oddly quiet. Sure, you were among strangers, but even the Black Sun spoke to one another. You could not quite figure it out. There must have been an existing power dynamic that you were missing. This Pre Vizsla stood front and center, and yet Maul referred to a Collective. If you were going to be a negotiations advisor, what were the subjects of the negotiations? Criminals, mercenaries, rogues, warriors. If you were to choose one moment in your life where you felt utterly out of place, this would be it. Undoubtedly. Golden irises laded on you. Dropping your gaze instinctively, you internally grumbled at the reflex. It was one of the things you had picked up from your time on Mustafar. When you looked back up, Maul still held his side glance on you. As he looked at you, his eyes were not warm, nor were they cold. Dare you thought, inquisitive. His own thoughts, you could only guess, and probably not well either. You had no idea when would happen next, but you had an inkling that he did. Your locked gazes broke with Maul returning his attention to the viewport ahead. There, the ship approached its destination: Zanbar.

The landing was smooth. You did not want to be known as the one who stumbled or fell in the ship, among other things. Maul and the Mandalorians turned and left the ship first. Savage and yourself kept still at the back corners until the others exited the ship. You fully expected to wait for the zabrak, but he looked to you expectantly. With a single gesture of his hand, you understood. Smiling in thanks, you walked on ahead of him. Once you stepped off the ramp, you quickly surveyed your surroundings. Zanbar was suspended in its nightly darkness. Tents littered the nearby landscape, and the air was laced with the scent of the small fires. The Mandalorians and members of the Black Sun were again tasked with arranging the large crates. “Follow me,” Savage’s gravelly voice tore through your focus. Together, you walked toward Maul. There, he stood alone, eyes shining in the night. He turned to acknowledge you both as you approached. “Is there anything that you require us to do while we’re here?” “Yes. They need a tent. Gather others if you must. Our advisor needs the necessary comfort and privacy to sustain themselves while we’re here.” Savage nodded firmly, “It will be done, brother.” “Thank you,” you said, holding the strap of your bag tighter. “It’s not a lavish luxury, but it will suffice. When your accommodations have been met, meet with me again. I wish to speak with you.” “I’ll remember.” Giving a small smile, you caught a glimpse of his shoulders lowering. With that in-mind, you were ready to throw the tent together yourself. At least Maul wanted to converse with you. That was a good sign.

Savage gained the help from some of the Black Sun. The tent came together easily enough. With their hulking figures, you ended up taking a step back to keep out of their way. “And what is your role in all of this, artist?” One had asked as he secured one corner. “I am the negotiations advisor now to the one called Maul.” His brows raised, brown eyes darting off to the zabrak in question, but said nothing more. You could not wait to have a break from creating other’s art pieces. Especially if it meant infinitely. When the tent was complete, the small group moved on to their next task. This left only you and Savage, again. In all of the new uncertainty, you let yourself breathe. There in-front of you was something you could call your own. At least for the unforeseeable future. Entering the tent, you observed the plain and overall emptiness of the space. A palette cleanser or absolutely dull, you could not decide. On the bright-side, it blocked out a hefty amount of the noise outside. Once you set your bag down by the cot, you heard the flap of the tent’s entrance. You turned around to see Savage duck under the frame. “Is this suitable for you?” “Yes,” you gave the interior one last once-over before exiting the tent. There, you gathered some nearby rocks. As you arranged them by the entrance, you could feel Savage’s eyes on you. When you deemed it complete, you brushed off your hands and stood back up. “Is that a ward of some kind?” “No. I just want to make sure that I don’t forget which tent is mine. I’d hate to barge in where I am not wanted.” In his consideration, he paused. “My brother will be expecting you now.” “Then I won’t keep him waiting.”

On your walk back to Maul, you felt this overall rush, an excitement. In general, excitement is something you had not experienced in a while, among other things that you have been recollecting. This kind, however, felt new and risky in an almost fun way. A sort of adrenaline rush, like you were getting the opportunity to get closer to the fire. Something you should not do, but every fiber of your being said the fire was meant for only you to experience, whereas anyone else would be harmed, you would not be. When you caught sight of him, he turned toward you. “Are your accommodations all right?” Maul asked in a silky low voice. You assumed all others were out of ear-shot, but mirrored his hushed tone. “Yes, thank you.” “I do not like criminals,” he said, changing the subject, “but I know that they will work. Especially where credits are involved.” “And the Mandalorians?” “They are loyal and follow their own code. They will do what needs to be done. We have…a commonplace—for the time being.” It became quiet for a few brief moments as you relayed his words in your mind. When he spoke again, his tone was impossibly quieter. “We…are soulmates,” he said, and you were not sure if he was talking more to you or reconfirming it to himself. “I can sense it. It is strange, this feeling. I thought—was told that I didn’t have one. That someone like me could not have one. It was unnecessary, impossible. And yet…here you are. You pose no threat, and yet I find you a distraction in the faintest of a fraction. Why is that?“ Maul looked at you then with the utmost sincerity. “I was told that there is an inherent bond between soulmates. Like whenever a scar would appear, but I somehow knew that you were all right.” Nodding, he took a audible breath before saying more. “I believe I have failed to inform you earlier; if it was not already clear. You do not work for, nor take orders from Black Sun. You are free of your contract.” The flood of relief that coursed through you from his words made your fead feel light. As if you could finally breathe again. “Truly?” “Yes. The contract, the control they held over you has been permanently terminated. They need not bother you further.” “That is great news. But…will I be taking orders from you now?” It was something you had to ask for clarity on the situation. How much freedom did you have? “No, but I do request for you to be careful,” he said subtly eyeing anyone within sight. “I’ve made it this far.” “Yes, however I would rather you not become a target.” Your chest clenched, “A target? What—why?” However vivid your reaction, Maul remained calm. “If others were to find out about our…relation, they may try to use that knowledge or you as leverage. I’d like to avoid that.” Your thoughts were in a scattered heap, sporadically zipping around your mind. Gathering some words, you spoke slowly. “Would…would I be safer with you, then? To stay close to you, I mean.” “Yes,” he said with a nod of thought. “And if not me, then i will instruct Savage to guard you. We don’t want to be obvious however.” You nodded in agreement, avoiding eyeing the others in the area. “Thank you,” you said, looking down with a light sense of fear and paranoia nipping at you. Curiosity reined in his eyes as he studied you. You clarified. “For wanting to protect me. We have so much to learn about each other.” His golden eyes left you to admire the stars above. “Yes,” he affirmed with certainty, “I believe it was the will of the Force that we finally met. I will not overlook that.” Maul’s attention returned to you. There was this unyielding determination in his eyes, and it held you still. “In the meantime, there is much that I must attend to.” Then, it hit you. Suddenly, and yet a little late. “May I ask you something?” “You may.” “Did you say, the Force?” “I did.” “Is that a belief of yours?” The corner of his eyes crinkled in his amusement. “In simple terms, for the time being, yes. It was a part of my upbringing and my training.” “Training?” “I am a master of all forms—fighting styles, and use the Force at my will.” “The Force…it can be wielded?” “Yes, by though properly trained.” His brow ridge rose, and it was then you noticed your obvious look of fascination. Clearing your throat unnecessarily, you wiped your face clean of expression. It was a good thing too, all considering the approaching footsteps. You were a little dismayed, wanting to ask more. Leader Pre Vizsla walked over to the pair of you. He glanced your way once, and it made your skin crawl. Instinctually, you took a step back. However, you were sure that it merely appeared as if you were making space for him in your conversation with Maul. “The holotable is ready. If you would join Bo-Katan and I, we can discuss our next steps.” “Yes,” said Maul, now looking to you. “Excuse us.” “Of course.” Bowing your head, you retreated back to your tent.

Rather than staring at the inside of the temporary housing, you sat down just by the entrance. Coincidentally, Maul and Pre Vizsla joined Bo-Katan, a redheaded Mandalorian at the tent across your view. It would have been a clear and unobstructed view if not for Savage and Ziton standing by a crate. You did not entirely mind. If your very presence distracted Maul in the slightest, staring at him during a meeting would pose no help from you.

As some time passed, you tired of counting Mandalorians, stacking pebbles, and squinting at the holo-map in-front of Maul. Something in the night sky caught your eye. A twinkle of a star? A flying creature? No, something entered the atmosphere. The sound of the three ships reached your ears about the same time you identified them. They flew low, soaring over your tent and landed just outside the encampment. Rising to your feet, you took a few steps around the structure to get a look at the visitors. Maul and the two Mandalorians made their way over to the newcomers. They fell into step with each other. Pre Vizsla took center lead, holding his helmet to his side while Bo-Katan and Maul flanked him. Others simply watched with cautious curiosity. The night was quiet, allowing you to overhear their brief conversation. “More criminals,” Bo-Katan said with soft irritation and a roll of her eyes. “Spice dealers connected to all the crime families of Coruscant,” said Pre Vizsla as they neared the new group. Maul clasped his hands behind his back. A reoccurring formality or a default position? “The Pykes. They will be the next to join us.” His voice was so soft in contrast to his features. It would take you some time to become accustomed to it. And the more you replayed his words in your mind to hear his voice, the more intriguing it became. Six figures approached them. The Pykes, held a tight formation with their yellow-clad leader. Maskless and with bright glowing violet eyes, they made first contact. “We know you’ve been forming an army.” “Were you expecting us?” Asked of Maul. “Underworld’s a small community. I have no desire to oppose you,” they explained with a shake of their head. “We come to join you.” The others behind him nodded eagerly and Pre Vizsla stepped up to grab their leader’s wrist in a confirming shake. “Very good,” he said, one Pyke exuberantly waving their hands in the air at the pleasant outcome. “Then ready our troops,” Pre Vizsla commanded loudly. “We leave for Nal Hutta immediately.” A rush of movement took over the camp. It was a collective agreement. A no hesitation order that appeared to drive them. You could see now what Maul had said about the Mandalorians and their loyalty. “Nal Hutta,” Savage said, standing beside you. “Have you met a Hutt before?” “No,” you said, your nerves creeping up at the thought. “Have you?” You asked, craning your neck upward to see hi face. “Not yet.” As his gaze left yours, you followed suit. Maul made his way over in a few long strides. “Savage, you will learn much from our visit with the Hutts. Once we have them on our side, the rest of the criminal underworld will scramble to join us.” “They don’t sound like they’ll be much trouble,” Savage noted. You internally sighed at the thought. Criminals, any strangers really, should be advanced with an air of caution. “Are they willing to ally with a simple agreement, or do terms have to be made?” You asked. A ghost of a smile played at the corner of Maul’s mouth. “They are not to be trusted, as with any criminal. I have my terms prepared. They’ll have no choice but to join the Shadow Collective.” “You will not need my services on Nal Hutta, then?” His eyes widened and you felt Savage shift beside you. “The Hutts have bounty hunters at their disposal. You will remain here until we either return or I send for you.” A small ‘oh’ left your lips. Criminals, spice dealers, and now bounty hunters? Whatever Maul had planned, it was elaborate and extensive. “Enjoy your rest, advisor. You will need it for what is to come.” With that said, Savage turned to you and nodded. Likewise, you held out your hand for him to take. It engulfed your own, but was incredibly gentle for the brief hand shake. “May it all go in your favor.” “Thank you…advisor.” The new title felt well-suited when they said it. It gave you a sense of importance. A respect you deserved but had long since been denied. Savage turned away and started off to the ship. You were positive that he would have absolutely no problem with the Hutts. The soft breath of your name whirled your head back toward Maul. “Yes…Maul?” “Seek refuge in your tent. Be wary of who you trust here,” he cautioned, leaning closer. “Mandalore is our goal. Wait here until then. I expect the Mandalorians to have their own…plan.” Giving a small nod, you whispered. “Be careful.” His head tilted to the side with a small scrunch of his nose. “I’ll see you soon.” “If all goes according to my vision, perhaps sooner.” With a final nod from him, Maul followed after Savage. Within the next couple of moments, the ships rose and set course toward the atmosphere and hastily out of view and into space.

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