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abyssruler · 1 year
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would they choose you over the world?
aether (traveler), dainsleif, scaramouche, raiden ei, lumine (abyss), venti, xiao x gn!reader
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AETHER thinks he can save both, no, he knows he can. The powers of this world rests at the tips of his fingers. He’s faced monsters and gods and come out alive and better than he was before. There’s no reason to hesitate, none whatsoever to consider his decision but—but. He has never been made to choose before. There was always another way, another choice, another something he could rely on. It’s a moral dilemma, like the situation with the train where you either save five people and kill one person, or kill five people to save one person. It’s easy enough to answer when it was simply that—a moral dilemma created to confuse him, not a world ending decision that lies on his shoulders. To choose one is to doom the other. Most people would choose the world, but while Aether is called a hero and the savior of nations, he is also a person. He looks at your resigned smile, like you already know which one he’ll choose, and he decides to prove you wrong.
DAINSLEIF clings to loss like a dying man does to the edge of a cliff. The inevitability of death and your mortality rests on his shoulders much like weight of his entire nation’s death. He wonders what it says about him that he’d rather have you safe and sound than have the world be saved. Five hundred years of aimless wandering, fighting against the remnants of his fallen nation and watching the world move on while he remains untouched by time, the ghost of a past that can never be returned to. Dainsleif isn’t a hero, he’s tired. All that’s left of him are fading memories of a time gone by and moments with you that he clings to like a lifeline. What has this world ever done for him except cause him pain and needless grief? What has it done to deserve his sacrifice? Nothing. And so he rests, hand in hand with you on withering grass and waits for the world to end. At least, this time, he won’t be alone in watching the heavens descend.
SCARAMOUCHE laughs, and laughs, and laughs until he’s sure even the gods that reside in Celestia has heard the scorn and mockery in his voice. It is so laughably easy to choose you and denounce the world. Let it be turned to ash and dust, let his body dance on top of a desolate world, let him pull you in an embrace and delight in the fact that no sun and no light (for none of these exist anymore) would ever outmatch the brightness in your eyes, the smile on your face, the tinkling sound of your laughter amidst the remains of a world that once threatened to snuff your life like a candle left in the dark. He is like a flame and you, the spark. There’s a tsunami gathering on the horizon, threatening to drown everything in its wake, but instead of preventing it, he revels in the ruin it will bring. It is either your death alone or yours and everyone else, and if you have to die either way, then he will die with you and drag the rest of the world along in his self-appointed destruction. You taught him what it felt to no longer be alone, so he will make sure you’re never lonely, even in death.
EI feels weightless, like a leaf adrift in the wind. It feels like she is back to that moment five hundred (a thousand) years ago, a dilemma, a decision, a choice—follow Makoto to Khaenri’ah, or defend her people from the monsters ravaging the lands? There was uncertainty there, a small seedling of hope that she would arrive not far from Makoto and see her sister alive and waiting, and so she had made the decision to stay—but this? Faced with an ultimatum, the world or your death, Ei finds that the decision is much more difficult, much more devastating but no less heartbreaking. Had it been before, in her lonesome at the Plane of Euthymia, the choice would have been easy, barely a thought in her mind, but everything has changed and Ei wants, in a way she has never wanted before, to be with you. You with your smiles and your laughs and the warmth you induce in her frigid heart—and she finds that she cannot make a choice… so you do it for her. For the greater good.
LUMINE doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t even flinch before she turns her back to the world and takes your hand. What good is the world if you’re not there in it? She won’t just stand by and watch as everything she holds dear is destroyed in front of her—not anymore. There is you, there is her, and there is the world burning, and Lumine finds that she can hardly care. Her heart has no place for faceless people, no love left for a world that has done nothing but spurn and trample on everything she had offered. Let it burn if it means having one more second, one more minute, one more lifetime with you. A choice isn’t truly a choice if the other option was never considered, and she will never consider a world without you. There are millions, billions, countless other worlds out there she could take you to. Damn this place, damn the heavens, and damn the consequences. Her brother would understand, he always has, and when Lumine meets him again in a new world, she’ll make sure to introduce you to him.
VENTI wants, like Icarus yearning for the Sun, but Venti is Venti, and Barbatos is Barbatos. Right now, he cannot afford to be that carefree bard who spun tales of your lovely hair and lovelier still lips (cannot be Icarus who flew too close to the sun and fell). Venti wants—but Barbatos knows the best option, the best choice, the least devastating one but the most heart-wrenching one. The situation is funny, laughable, hilarious, really, the kind that makes his stomach ache and brings tears to his eyes that drip down his cheeks and onto the ground and—oh, he’s crying. He’s crying and holding you close and apologizing, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, and he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness, doesn’t deserve the hand carding through his hair and the soft press of your lips on his forehead as you murmur, don’t cry, it’s alright, you’re doing the best you can. But the best means not doing this at all, the best means not having to make a choice at all, the best means not having to say goodbye. It’s okay, you tell him, I forgive you. But he never forgives himself.
XIAO thinks there must be another way, there has to be another way. He won’t accept this, won’t allow himself to choose between losing you or losing everything, because he knows, deep down, that the choice has already been made and it is not the one he wants. But he knows better than most that doing what he wants isn’t always what is needed, that certain sacrifices must be made despite his unwillingness, despite his entire body protesting against it. Rex Lapis once told him that being a god means making difficult decisions. If this is what it means to be a god, then he will accept a life of service, a life of war and fighting and breathing like every second is his last—because pain and suffering are infinitely better than having to wake everyday without your voice by his ear, giggling about how you finally caught him asleep. A world without your light, without your presence, without you is a desolate one. There must be another way, another sacrifice to be made that doesn’t involve you. Just—anything, anyone but you. Even if it has to be him.
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eversgreens · 5 months
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SABRINA CARPENTER FRUITCAKE (2023)
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whinesandwhimpers · 4 months
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bf!gaz gives you the best present on christmas morning
"Gaz?" You call out from the bed you and him share, having just discovered he isn't on his side of it.
You hop out of bed and wander into the living room.
"Gaz? How come you're not—" Your hand comes up to cover your mouth in a mix of shock and surprise when you spot him.
He's lying right in front of the Christmas tree on his side, head resting on one of his hands, the other hand laying on the side of his thigh. He's got that award-winning smile on his face—one of the first things that made you fall in love with him—and he's only wearing a pair of red and green striped boxers with a star gift bow stuck to the front that isn't big enough to cover the complete outline of his dick.
"Merry Christmas, Love. Do you want to unwrap your present now?"
"Gaz!" You giggle, dropping your hand from your mouth and walking over to him. "You're so silly!"
"Can't help it. You bring it out of me."
His smile morphs into a sly grin as he moves onto his back, both of his forearms holding him up, and spreads his legs, allowing you to drop to your knees between them.
"You know," You trail your fingers up his thigh. "I think..." You lightly pull the band of his boxers to make it snap against his skin before you lean over him, bringing your face closer to his. "This might just be the best present I've ever gotten."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah." You nod, before leaning forward and connecting your lips with his.
When he tries to deepen the kiss more, you pull away, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck while you reach down and rip the star gift bow off his boxers and throw it carelessly away. You continue trailing kisses over his collarbone, down his chest, revelling in how he shivers at the sensations. When you reach his lower stomach, you grab his boxers and pull them off, letting his large, hardening cock spring free and rest against his stomach.
You wrap your hand around his length, feeling it twitch, and look up at him with wide eyes full of mock innocence. "For me?"
"All yours, Baby." He exchanges a mischievous smile with you.
You spend all morning playing with your new present.
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donghyuckdarling · 4 months
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[6:26 pm] It had been your idea to go ice skating, it was a festive activity you had never been to before. Jaemin had jumped when you made the suggestion. He was good at ice skating, it was a chance to show off and impress you, and although he'd never admit it, he loved it when you needed his help. Jaemin skated in front of you, facing you, holding both your gloved hands in his. As your legs wobbled he held you steady, his voice patient and encouraging with every move you made, or attempted to make. You were so focused on keeping upright he had all the time he wanted to watch you adoringly. The crinkle of your nose, the pinkness of your cheeks from the cold, the shape of your lips, Jaemin loved everything about you.
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snowrosestudio · 4 months
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Secret Santa / Chapter 1
A christmas comic for my beloved reylos
🎁 Next Chapter🎄
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rei-is-hiding · 4 months
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beepo346 · 4 months
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Felt like making this for Christmas
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shuchelle · 1 year
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holiday truce gift for @minehaunt !!!
valerie being liminal my beloved <3
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souptomatobasil · 1 year
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@spookylovesboba Merry Christmas! Here's my gift to you, a snapshot of a very warm memory featuring the Guys <3
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ivyppoison · 4 months
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my dad shouted at me & i wanted to cry, punch him in the face & tear my hair out 🤭
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artsycorn · 1 year
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Merry Christmas everyone ✨
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justalexx-things · 4 months
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Merry christmas 💛
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drzephyr · 4 months
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♠ Vintage EXO ♡
for @igotaboy and @kpopcreators's event
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reddoll123 · 1 year
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The snow must go on~
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andorerso · 1 year
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and now for one of my favorite tropes: disaster Jyn with a crush who doesn’t know how to behave normally around Cassian
“So you can come. If you want to come, of course. No pressure. Totally up to you. Just saying.”
Jesus fuck, stop. talking. you idiot. What’s wrong with you?!
Part of her wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole to save her from the mortification, or at the very least she wanted to turn around and rush out of the room to escape to the mountains and never be seen again. But then she’d never know Cassian’s answer. Who was, luckily and inexplicably, not looking at her like she’d grown a second head.
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lizasweetling · 4 months
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Agatha, you are getting so good at casually doing impossible and convenient solutions <3
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