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Chapter 2 of These are the days(of our lives) has gone live!!

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Chapter 2: Moving Foward

Monday came faster than either Billy or Steve were ready for.

On his way to the daycare centre, Billy looked at the empty seat next to him. He and Steve had decided going to school in separate cars would keep questions from arising. Switching to his rear-view mirror, he watched his girls playing with their toys. Max loved the baby seat that Steve bought her. On top of everything else, he would have to find a job to pay back all the money Steve and others had spent on him.

When he reached the daycare, he pushed both front seats up and lifted both carriers out of one side.

“Wow, you are strong and so young to have twins. You and their mother must be so proud,” said a woman with her baby carrier in her arms.

“They keep me busy and it’s a good workout. They’re my pride and joys,” he said and smiled as he headed inside after her.

When he reached the check-in desk, the woman there looked at him, confused. “They doubled over the weekend,” she said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, Max wasn’t well enough to come earlier, but now she’s healthier and ready to join her sister. I would like to pay for the next month,” Billy said as he handed her the credit card Steve had loaned him. Another payment he would have to pay back.

Kissing both girls on the forehead, he headed out and turned his attention to school.

***

Steve was half there during his morning pickup. Dustin decided to ride shotgun. Steve heard something about their latest Dungeons and Dragons campaign and Lucas having a crush on someone, and he would answer with a “yeah” or a “that’s cool” every once in a while.

When they got to the middle school, Steve let the kids know he would pick them up. Their parents needed him to watch them for the afternoon. Once they were all out, he started up the SUV and headed towards the high school, wondering if Billy had made it yet.

He was glad that the blue Camaro was already there when he got there.

Billy was sitting on the hood, staring off into the distance, looking at something only he could see.

Tapping Billy on the shoulder, Steve motioned toward the school since the bell went off. Billy just nodded and without a word headed towards the building, leaving Steve feeling iced out. Shrugging it off, Steve headed inside.

When the last bell rang hours later, Billy again ignored Steve’s existence, as he had all day. Before Steve could say a word, the only thing left was the skid marks where Billy’s car used to be.

He was glad when Robin finally made it out and he had someone to talk to. “Hey Robs, hope your day went better than mine,” he said as he started up the SUV to pick up the kids.

“We can talk about school later. You promised to let me know what happened over the weekend,” Robin said, leaning back in her seat.

“As soon as we get back to my place, everything will be clearer,” he said and hoped Billy would be there.

***

Gravel flew under the wheels of the muscle car.

Billy stopped at the quarry and stared into the gulch below. He hit the steering wheel with both hands as his scream echoed through the empty Camaro.

He hadn’t been able to focus all day, but the worst part was he couldn’t even look in Steve’s direction. Max was finally healthy and now he was falling into an abyss.

Words uttered to him in his youth played through his head. ‘Useless, pathetic, weak’ were the ones that echoed the loudest at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, he started the car back up and went to pick up the only things that made sense in his life.

When he got to the daycare, he got the girls and headed towards the rec centre. He wouldn’t inconvenience Steve anymore.

But as he approached the centre, he flipped it off and continued to Steve’s house. He had to think about what was best for the two in the backseat and not himself or Steve.

As he pulled up and saw everyone getting out of Steve’s SUV, he started having doubts again. The giggling in the back kept him focused.

Before he could get out, Steve was on the passenger side and taking Mary out.

“There’s my cutie,” Steve said, causing Billy to bump his head on the top of the car as he got Max out.

The way Steve said ‘my cutie’ caught Billy off guard and made him happy and scared about all he could lose at the same time. He noticed Robin watching intently, and he started to panic, but Steve's hand on his arm made him calm down. Why was Steve able to do that for him?

“Come on, it’s safe now,” Steve said, and motioned for him to follow.

When they got inside, Steve placed Mary’s carrier on the floor and unbuckled it so she could crawl around. Steve was happy when Billy followed suit with Max. He could tell that Billy was anxious, but he had to prove somehow he was safe.

“Alright everyone, why don’t you sit down on the floor and Billy will explain everything,” he said. When the others were all sitting, he went over to Billy and whispered, “Just tell them what you're comfortable talking about.”

Billy nodded and went and sat next to Mary and Max, who were staring at the others in the room.

Sitting off to the side, Steve watched the facial expressions of the others. Robin, Will, Dustin, and Jane seemed to take it piece by piece while Lucas seemed sad and Mike did not believe a word being said.

Then there was Billy. He looked like he was going to be sick, but his body language was calm, as though telling the story again was releasing all the tension he had inside.

When Billy was done, there was silence.

“What in the holy hell?” exclaimed Lucas, staring at Max, who had crawled onto Billy's lap and was playing with his long hair.

Mary crawled over to Lucas and reached her hands up to be held. Lucas picked her up and sat her on his lap, letting her play with his cellphone charm.

“You're good with kids, Lucas,” Billy said, trying to smooth out the situation.

“Yeah, I've got an annoying little sister and my parents make me babysit enough,” Lucas said as he smiled at Mary, seeming to forget or just trying to ignore that the girl he liked was now six months old.

Steve was about to suggest they put on a movie when Mike went off.

“So what you're telling us is that within the last few days, you took down scientific crazies out of a B-horror movie, and not only is none of this with Max scientifically possible but they also figured out how to make a dude have a kid. This is some kind of dumb joke,” Mike said as he slumped down onto the couch.

Taking a deep breath, Steve went and reached for Max, who reached back to be picked up. Billy whispered, “Thank you,” and rubbed the spot where Max had been pulling his hair.

Steve laughed and took Max over to Mike and sat her on his lap. “Does this look like a dumb joke? Just look at her eyes,” Steve said softly as he sat down next to Mike.

Mike picked up the baby and looked into her eyes. Her blue eyes shone brightly. They were Max’s eyes. Sitting her down on his lap, he sighed and said, “Fine, I fold. But none of this makes an ounce of sense.”

Billy laughed and said, “Believe me kid, I am just as lost as you. I'm still not used to what happened to me.”

With that, the twins went off.

“It’s dinnertime,” Billy said as he stood up, collected his girls, and headed upstairs.

Robin looked at Steve and asked, “Is he going to nurse them?”

Steve nodded.

“Can we watch?” Robin asked in a curious tone.

Steve shook his head. “That’s a pretty private thing. You would have to ask Billy about that,” he said as he looked up the staircase. “Anyway, it’s time to get all of you home. I will let Billy know while you all get your stuff together,” he said and headed upstairs.

When Steve got to the nursery, he stopped in his tracks. The girls were asleep in their crib, but Billy was nowhere to be seen. The window was wide open. Fearing the worst, he went to the window and could breathe normally.

Billy was sitting on a tree branch that was close to the window outside of the nursery.

“Hey Billy, are you ok?” he asked casually, masking the worry and fear plaguing his own mind.

Billy nodded.

That's when Steve noticed the tears staining Billy’s cheek. “I need to take the kids and Robin home. Will you be alright?” Steve asked, hoping Billy would come back in.

Again, Billy just nodded.

***

It was like life was put on repeat for the next couple of weeks. Billy would be gone with the girls before Steve woke up, Steve would see him at school and then when they were both home, it felt like he was still alone.

“He’s not the same guy that fought for Max. He has become quiet and seems to have been switched to autopilot. Maybe you can help him?” Steve asked Joyce when he dropped off Will at the Byers’, not holding back his tears.

Joyce wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “I think he might be depressed and possibly suffering from postpartum. I was the same way after each of the boys was born. I can come and talk to him if you want,” Joyce said softly as she rubbed his back.

“Thank you so much, Joyce. Can you come now?” he asked.

Joyce nodded, and Steve led her to the SUV.

Billy looked at the calendar on the desk in the guest room

Two weeks.

The last two weeks brought back memories of the Groundhog Day horror he had been living in before Steve. Day in and day out, he was slowly becoming that shell of a person who just did what he had to do instead of the person who was doing what he wanted to do.

Steve.

Every time he heard that name, everything inside him shifted. His head hurt, his stomach did backflips and his heart felt like it was forcing itself to continue to beat. So, he stayed away from Steve to keep away the pain he was feeling, but that made him feel alone again. That hurt just as much.

Billy was sitting on the windowsill of the nursery when the sound of Steve’s SUV heading up the driveway made him look up. He watched as it pulled next to the Camaro. Then there was Steve, and the world seemed to balance, and then there was Joyce. Why was she here? He waited until he heard the door open and close, and then slowly headed downstairs.

When he got down, he saw Joyce sitting on the couch and Steve heading into the kitchen and organising random things on the counter.

“Hi Joyce,” he said softly as he took a seat across from her, but kept his gaze locked on Steve.

“Can we talk for a minute, Billy?” Joyce asked.

Nodding slowly, Billy turned his gaze from the kitchen at Joyce. He still wondered why Steve was staying in there instead of coming to sit with them. Was Steve mad at him? Was Steve kicking him out? He fucked up. He knew it. The voices in his head had told him the whole time he would fuck up, and he had. Joyce must be there to be a mediator because Steve feared him. Did Steve fear him? He put his head in his hands, his body trembling like he was freezing when, in reality, his body felt like it was on fire.

Steve watched as Billy silently battled whatever demons were inside him. He wanted to run over and let Billy know he was safe and nothing could hurt him. But Joyce had made it clear on the drive over that Billy had to admit to his pain or he would never heal. So, Steve sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Billy hid his head in his hands, mumbling to himself, crying. His heart felt like it wanted to burst out of his chest and slap him. He should do what he felt was right, but he knew nothing about depression, so he had to trust the person who did, no matter how much it hurt.

The minute he heard Joyce ask him to sit with Billy and explain what was going on he jumped up and ran over.

Joyce just observed for almost an hour as Steve explained to Billy that he had asked Joyce to come and talk to him because he was worried that Billy was depressed. Billy's eyes darted between Joyce and Steve like a nervous rabbit’s and he pulled away when Steve tried to put his hand on his. Steve also acted weird calling Billy anything beyond his ‘friend’ and then looked sad at hearing his own words.

After the hour, she signalled that she had enough from their interactions to back up her own ideas about the situation, and clapped her hands. “Ok gentlemen, I am not a licensed therapist but I have made two motherly observations,” she said. “One: Billy, you are depressed and possibly suffering from postpartum. Two: you guys have to put your inner feelings into words because it's preventing both of you from living life fully.”

***

A couple of weeks later, Billy looked at the calendar and groaned when he realised what day it was. March 29, his seventeenth birthday. Thankfully, no one knew that, so he was safe.

He got the girls ready and let Steve know they were heading out - just like he’d learned in therapy.

Joyce had a friend that was a licensed therapist, so she had set Steve and Billy up with both individual and couple counselling.

The last two weeks had been hard, and he was still learning, but each day he felt more positive that things were heading in the right direction, and the negative voices had gone mostly silent. His relationship with Steve was a lot better as well. He couldn't believe how much effort Steve was also putting into making things work. They had opened up a line of communication that had helped them both express their feelings and set up some basic rules.

After dropping the girls off, he headed to school.

As predicted, no one at school knew about his birthday, so he didn't have to deal with people trying to celebrate something he really didn't care about.

When basketball practice was over, he picked up the girls and headed back to Steve’s.

He was surprised to see Steve’s SUV in the driveway, since he normally got back first.

Collecting the girls, he headed inside and almost dropped the carriers when Steve and Robin jumped out, yelling, “Surprise!”

“How did you find out?” he asked Steve. He was still not too excited about the idea of a party, but it actually felt good that someone cared.

Steve flushed pink and said sheepishly, “I might've looked at your school records. I might have a friend that got me that information.”

They spent the night laughing and talking. Steve promised they would have a real party when Billy weans the girls.

Steve got him a gift card at his favourite sports store and Robin made his birthday cake, which was really good.

When the clock struck nine, they decided they should get some sleep for school the next day. Robin ended up staying the night. That night Billy went to bed for the first time feeling the next year might just be better.

***

A week later, the day of the big game finally was upon them.

After an amazing season comprising only one loss, The Tigers showed their claws by starting fast. The team they were facing was just as good and by the last five minutes, the game was tied. The Tigers had the ball.

“Come on, you can do it!” Lucas yelled from the bleachers. He had developed an interest in basketball and came to all their games along with Robin, who came to support Steve.

Billy's eyes were locked onto Steve, who took the ball across the court, easily slipping past the other team’s guards until he reached one of their biggest players. Without missing a beat, he ducked and passed the ball to Billy, who was waiting at the hoop and scored the final points of the game.

“The Hawkins Tigers are the new Interstate champions,” the announcer said as the team began their celebration.

After the game and after dropping Lucas and Robin off, Steve and Billy picked up the girls from Joyce's house and headed home.

The hustle when they got home made them feel as though they were on the court again. The girls were full of energy and the bathroom was full of water after bath time, so while Billy got a mop and cleaned the bathroom floor, Steve put the girls down for bed.

Once the mop was put away and the girls were finally falling asleep, Steve and Billy went downstairs to the living room.

“Good game tonight, Steve,” Billy said, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder, his eyes never leaving his.

“Same to you,” Steve replied, holding Billy's gaze with his own.

As if being pulled by something, their bodies slowly got closer. Billy softly slid his hand down Steve's arm. He then moved his hand around Steve's waist and when Steve nodded at his wordless question, their lips met and they shared their first kiss.

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genshin-impact-writings · 1 year

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The Abyss Prince:Ch.4

(Kaeya x gn!KOF!reader)

Synopsis: Kaeya and you have been dating for a while now and you both honestly couldn't be happier with each other - until Jean sends you on a mission that reveals Kaeya's deepest secret. And you learn that a dark past and your unwavering sense of duty could be enough to destroy a relationship that has always been too good to be true.

Chapter summary: Kaeya and you finally get closer to solving the riddle behind the merchants’ disappearance. Neither of you is aware that the upcoming events might change your lives and your future forever. (Title taken from: Metalite - In the middle of the night)

Word count: ~ 3.8k

The masterlist for the series can be found in the navigation post on my blog.

Ch.4: One lost soul in forgotten lands

When Kaeya and you arrived at Springvale, you were surprised to see Eula there, followed suit by two other members of the company. You had no idea she would be here too, given the fact that Jean had specifically assigned this investigation to you and the Cavalry Captain but then again, it probably wouldn’t hurt to confer with Eula. After all, nobody knew who was behind all of this, and there was still a possibility that things were a lot more serious than you expected them to be.

“Excuse me, could you please step aside,” you said as you carefully shoved past the curious bystanders, briefly wondering why the Knights hadn’t ordered them to return back to their houses yet. Judging by the expression on Kaeya’s face, he was wondering the same thing. But you trusted Eula – she surely had a reason to keep the people around, maybe because she wasn’t done with questioning them about the incident. It was very well possible that one of the villagers had seen something or someone, and since you were pretty much still in the dark about what happened to the missing merchants, eye-witnesses could be worth a mint.

Just the thought alone was enough to make you feel strangely excited. Perhaps today, you would get one step closer to solving this mystery. (And a part of you still hoped that you would find the merchants alive and well, although you were aware how naïve it was to believe that those who kidnapped them actually spared their lives.)

“Come on,” you said and darted a glance at Kaeya, “we should talk to Eula and ask her if she found anything that could be of use for our investigation.”

A brief smile flashed over Kaeya’s face. Your enthusiasm was almost infectious. “After you, love.”

Almost immediately, you felt heat rising to your cheeks. On the one hand, you always basked in the soft tone of his voice whenever he called you something like this, but on the other hand, you were on duty and it probably would be deemed highly inappropriate to let your private life bleed into your everyday work. But you didn’t have it in you to scold Kaeya for the loving nickname – not when he looked at you like you were the most previous thing on this earth. Still, you weakly protested, “We’re at work, Kaeya.”

“So what? Am I supposed to switch off my feelings for you when we’re on duty?”

“Of course not.”

“Good. Because I couldn’t, even if I tried.”

“Oh, shut up, will you,” you said, not quite able to hold back the smile that played around the corners of your mouth. Sometimes, he really was too sweet to handle.

In the meantime, Eula had spotted you, effectively putting an end to your playful bickering. “Ah, you’re here,” she said, “Jean informed me earlier that you two are responsible for this investigation and would come here to help.”

“Captain Eula,” you greeted her respectfully. Despite working together for such a long time and being second in command after her, the Spindrift Knight was still your superior and with all these people around, you didn’t want to seem unprofessional. “My apologies for keeping you waiting.”

The young woman shook her head, casting your apology aside with a wave of her hand. “Nonsense. We are currently interrogating the eyewitnesses and so far, their statements are corresponding to each other. However… I doubt any of this will be helpful.”

Kaeya frowned. “Why’s that?”

“Because it appears that this person here left voluntarily,” Eula explained. “Contrary to our current presumptions, they apparently weren’t kidnapped.”

“But that makes no sense. Why would they just leave?”

The Spindrift Knight shrugged. “I don’t know. But you’re welcome to talk to the eyewitnesses yourselves.”

“Then we will do that,” you decided, and Eula nodded. “There are other issues I have to take care of, so you’re on your own for this investigation. But please report back to Jean and me as soon as you make any progress.”

“Of course.”

“Good. Then I will leave this matter to you.”

* * * *

Interrogating the eyewitnesses eventuated in two major insights: One, the person that had disappeared this time had indeed left Springvale voluntarily and not because they were kidnapped. And two, all three eyewitnesses were absolutely sure that the merchant had been in some kind of trance when he had wandered off into the wilderness.

“It was such a strange sight, really,” an elderly woman had told you, “one moment, he’s busy with rearranging the goods on his cart, and the next, he’s turning around and leaving. I’m sure something – or someone – put a spell on him. No sane man would leave his goods behind like that.”

It was her statement that you kept repeating in your head over and over again while Kaeya and you followed the elemental traces the merchant had left behind. Everyone, including you, had wrongly assumed that all of these people had been kidnapped because someone wanted to get rich on the expense of others. But as it seemed, there was far more to these incidents than you had first expected. Unfortunately, that meant you had to start all over again.

“Let’s go over this again,” you said. “Someone is apparently putting the merchants in a trance to lure them to who-knows-where. But I just don’t understand why someone would do this. Who even has the power to do that?”

The Abyss Order, Kaeya thought to himself but he didn’t say it. Even with this new information, there was no reason to believe that they were behind this mess, although he couldn’t deny that the situation started to make him feel deeply anxious. Like disaster was lurking around the corner, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Kaeya? Are you listening to me?” Your voice brought him back to reality, and he quickly put on a smile that felt horribly fake. “I’m sure we will get an answer to all of these questions once we figure out where the elemental traces lead to.”

“To Falcon Coast, it seems.”

“Well, that would make sense. Whoever is behind the disappearance of the merchants has lots of possibilities to hide themselves there. I’m sure there are tons of caves the Guild hasn’t discovered yet.”

“That still doesn’t explain their reason to kidnap merchants.”

“Except that they haven’t been kidnapped,” Kaeya reminded you. But he had to admit that this circumstance only raised more questions – and it frustrated him that neither of you could answer even one of them. He sighed. “I hope we can solve this mystery soon.”

“Yup.”

Silence settled in as you continued to follow the elemental traces. Hydro and Electro, if you weren’t mistaken. It probably didn’t matter but you had always been very precise when it came to your work – after all, even a seemingly minor detail like this could turn out to be important in the end.

If you had only paid a bit more attention to your surroundings, maybe you would have noticed that curious eyes were already watching your every move.

* * * *

The elemental traces did indeed lead you to Falcon Coast – however, instead of a simple cave, like you had initially expected, you found a barrier, a barely visible veil of elemental energy, that blocked the path leading deeper into the cavern. For someone without a vision, it probably would have been an invisible obstacle but for Kaeya, it was nothing but a nuisance. He pressed his palm against the barrier, focusing on the elemental resonance that kept it stable and summoning Cryo energy into his hand to disrupt the molecules of the other elements. When the barrier disappeared, it revealed a small entrance.

Kaeya and you exchanged a glance. “We don’t know what we’ll find in there, so we have to be careful” he said, the tone of his voice unusually serious, “if things get too dangerous or suspicious we leave immediately and report back to Jean.”

You hummed in response. While you were determined to figure out what all of this was about, you had no interest in risking your own life to solve the case, so it made sense to wait for further orders from the Acting Grand Master in the event that something went wrong.

“Ready?” Kaeya asked, and you reached out to squeeze his hand. “Ready when you are.”

Neither of you spoke as you followed the narrow path. It seemed to lead downhill, deeper into the mountain, and it was so dark that you could barely see where you were going. All you could do was to trust your other senses while you stumbled through the darkness. Then, after what could have been an eternity, the ground beneath your shoes changed. Slippery cobbles turned into something more solid, and when you reached out to touch the cave wall you realized that it was no longer the natural rock formation of a mountain you were touching. No, this felt more like… a building.

And not too far in front of you, you could see a glimmer of light, like a flame flickering in a breeze. You stopped in your tracks. “What kind of place is this?” you whispered, your voice barely louder than a whisper but still echoing back from the walls in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. You couldn’t say exactly why but something about this place made you nervous and uneasy, and you wished you could just turn around and leave without investigating further. But of course, that wasn’t possible. So far, you had no reason to believe that it was too dangerous to go on. And if there even was the slightest chance to finally figure out what happened to all of these merchants, you couldn’t just give up now.

“I don’t know,” Kaeya replied in a low voice, “but we should be very careful if we decide to go further. There could be traps and defensive mechanisms everywhere, and I don’t want you to get hurt.

There was no point in denying that he was right about that. Ancient ruins like this were never safe to investigate – anything could lurk in the darkness and the labyrinthine corridors. Monsters often used this kind of place as a camp too, you knew that from experience.

You let out a shaky breath, summoning your polearm. The weight of your trusty weapon felt oddly comforting, as well as the elemental energy that radiated from your vision. Calm down, you told yourself, there’s no need to be afraid. You know how to defend yourself. Everything will be fine.

But still, you couldn’t shake off the bad feeling that had crept up on you as soon as you had entered these ruins.

“Hey,” Kaeya said, softly, almost as if he could sense your growing anxiety, “this place makes me uncomfortable too but you don’t have to be afraid. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath and tightening the grip around your polearm. “Let’s go.”

Aside from your footsteps, no sound could be heard as you proceeded further into the ruins. The light source turned out to be some kind of artificial fire, placed in small lanterns that adorned the hallway, illuminating the place just enough to help you orientate. The walls were covered in moss and ivy, the leaves dry and crumply, and occasionally, you noticed strange patterns decorating the stone walls. Silver and golden swirls and stars that were skillfully combined into intricate patterns you had never seen before. Back in the days, when the building had actually been in use it surely had looked beautiful but now, the fading colors only reinforced the eerie atmosphere of this place.

After a while, the hallway got wider again, revealing an impressive hall that was decorated with statues of people you didn’t recognize, slowly crumbling away in this forgotten place. Pillars, equally on the verge of decay and covered in vines, supported the high ceiling, and there was even some kind of altar on a high platform.

For a few moments, all you could do was stand still and stare. You had never known that a place like this existed in the mountains of Mondstadt.

Next to you, Kaeya seemed to be equally fascinating. But it wasn’t the architecture that caught his attention. No, it was the portal in the back of the hall that captivated him. Even with the lack of light, its surface glistened and glimmered in a way that could only be describe as magical. It almost looked like dozens of stars were dancing on the waves of the ocean.

“Is this…” You didn’t finish your sentence. Apparently, you had spotted it, too.

Kaeya took a deep breath. “A portal, yes.”

“This is the point where we should head back to Mondstadt, right?”

“Portals aren’t necessarily dangerous, and as far as I know, there’s a possibility that it won’t even work anymore,” Kaeya replied, “I once read that they lose their powers over time. And since this place is so old, I assume the portal has been here for an equally long time. It should be safe to investigate.”

Oh, how incredibly stupid he had been. He should have known that it was a bad idea to go near the portal. But he only realized his mistake when it lit up, darker shades of purple and green flashing over the surface, and the next thing Kaeya knew was that he was pulled into a seemingly endless void of blue.

* * * *

When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was the sky above him. A sky without any stars or a moon, a sky that was too dark to be real, so this had to be some kind of domain. The portal, he remembered, it must have brought me here.

The next second, he jumped to his feet, his heart beating uncomfortably fast in his chest, only to almost skip a beat when he saw you lying on the floor only a few meters away from him, slowly regaining your consciousness. “Ouch,” you mumbled. “I think I hit my head.”

Oh, thank the Archons, Kaeya thought, relieved. You were alright.

But the relief didn’t last long. Now that he wasn’t on the floor anymore, Kaeya easily recognized where exactly the portal had brought the two of you. Though he had never been here before, this whole domain was eerily familiar, and it didn’t take him long to realize that this was the place he had seen countless times in his nightmares. And there, right in the middle of the room, was the blood-filled basin.

An ice-cold shiver ran down his spine. “We should leave,” he said, “now.”

You sat up, confusion written all over your face. “Why?”

“It’s not safe here. We should have never gone near that damn portal.” Kaeya helped you stand up, quickly examining your body for any visible injuries. You frowned. “Kaeya, what’s wrong? There’s no one here.”

“Wrong.”

At the sound of the high-pitched, all too familiar voice, the two of you froze. You had never expected to find one of them here, not when everyone had assumed that the Abyss Order wasn’t involved at all. But with an Abyss Mage staring right back at you, floating above a pile of bags and clothes, it was obvious that you had been wrong about that all along.

It was only then that you realized that the creature wasn’t floating above bags and clothes. Because you were pretty sure that bags didn’t have hands or arms… or faces. A wave of pure fear washed over you, even more so when your gaze fell on the basin, although your brain refused to accept the fact that it was filled with something that looked like blood.

“By the Archons,” you whispered, your voice shaking. Up until now, you had been convinced that the merchants were alive, and it was unbelievably hard to realize that they had been killed in some sort of ritual. That it was way too late to save them.

The Mage followed your gaze and with a giggle that made the whole scene even more horrifying, it explained, “A blood sacrifice.”

“For what?”

“Foolish child. Some kinds of magic require a sacrifice to work.” It wasn’t the Mage’s voice that had answered your question. No, this voice was deeper, raspier, and it sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine. When you turned around to see who had spoken, a tall creature emerged from the shadows.

An Abyss Herald, you realized.

Thousand questions flashed through your mind, and yet, you couldn’t open your mouth to ask a single one of them. Your thoughts were racing as you tried to comprehend the situation. The Abyss Order had killed the merchants – but why? What kind of magic was the Herald talking about? What was going on here?

“You killed innocent people,” was everything you eventually managed to say. “Why?”

“Ah, I could tell you,” the Herald said and made a noise that vaguely resembled a human sigh, “but you would not be able to conceive it. All of this is well beyond your limited understanding. Everything the Abyss Order does is for the greater good.”

“The greater good?” Behind you, Kaeya huffed. “Please, enlighten me – how can cold-blooded murder be for the greater good?”

The Abyss Herald yanked his head around at the sound of his voice. And then, much to Kaeya’s horror, he fell to his knees and bowed low. “Mylord,” he said, the tone of his raspy voice sounding almost submissive now, “it is an honor to finally meet you.”

No.

No, no, no.

Kaeya stumbled backwards, his eye widened in shock as he stared at the creature in front of him that had recognized him so easily and was about to spill one of his biggest secrets. “I’m sure you’re mistaking me for someone else. I have no idea what you are talking about,” Kaeya said but his voice was shaking way too much to sound convincing. But he at least needed to try, right? He couldn’t possibly allow anyone to destroy the life he had built for himself over the years, could he?

“I would not dare, Mylord,” the Abyss Lector replied, head still bowed low. “We were always told that one day our prince would return to lead his kingdom back to glory. The prophecies spoke of a young man with star-shaped pupils who hides among ordinary mortals until the day comes to step forward and claim what is rightfully his. It is believed that only he can activate the portal and find this place – and that you are here now can only mean one thing. You are the one we all have been waiting for.”

Yes, Kaeya was painfully aware of that. For years, he had feared this moment, had hoped and prayed that it would never come – and for what? Only to end up running blindly to his doom? And of course, all of this had to happen while you were with him.

Fate truly was such a cruel thing.

“I… I’m not who you believe I am,” he finally managed to get out. “I’m not your prince.”

Yes, you are, a quiet voice in the back of his mind replied, no matter how much you try to deny it, you are your father’s son, and this is where you belong.

“The portal’s judgement is infallible, Mylord,” the Abyss Herald insisted, though it clearly made him uncomfortable to disagree with Kaeya, “you are the one who is destined to destroy those who wronged us all.”

It was only then that you turned around to face him, confusion written all over your face. “Kaeya… what is he talking about? What is going on here?”

Kaeya knew that there was no point in lying. He knew it the moment he looked into your eyes. “What do you know about Khaenri’ah, (Y/N)?”

You frowned. “It was destroyed five hundred years ago. No one escaped.”

“A few members of the royal family did,” Kaeya said quietly. “My ancestors, to be more precise.”

“Is this the reason… why your father left you at Mondstadt? Because he wanted you to find this place?”

You connected the dots alarmingly quick. And his silence was probably the only answer you needed in that moment.

His gaze was focused on the floor as if he had spotted something particularly interesting and wasn’t just staring at the broken and moss-covered stone tiles. He knew he should look at you instead – but he had always been a coward when it came to facing the consequences to his own actions, and he was so afraid of the things he would see in your eyes after finding out the truth about him.

He was afraid you would look at him the same way Diluc had all these years ago. Eyes filled with distrust and a burning anger that had soon turned into despair and hatred, even. No, Kaeya couldn’t bear seeing all these things in your eyes, too.

So instead, he kept staring at the floor, at the tiles that were just as broken as himself, waiting for you to say something.

When you finally spoke again, you sounded strangely composed. Kaeya had expected you to be angry or disappointed, at the very least, but instead, the tone of your voice was almost emotionless as you said, “You lied to me.”

You weren’t asking, you were stating a fact. So, Kaeya nodded.

“And did you ever want to tell me the truth?”

Kaeya shook his head. He felt almost paralyzed, in a sense that he couldn’t even come up with a single excuse why he had been lying to you, though he usually never had a problem with talking his way out of a situation like this. But now, all he could think about was the giant mess that was his life and the way all of his dreams had shattered into a million pieces in just a matter of seconds.

“I see.”

Why were you still so composed? Why weren’t you yelling at him, cursing him for betraying you like that? He wanted to ask you that and more, he wanted to apologize and tell you that all of this didn’t matter to him, that he didn’t care about Khaenri’ah anymore but somehow, he couldn’t.

Perhaps because deep down, he knew that this would have been a lie, too.

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ARCTURUS - Guardian [short fantasy snippet]

A character introduction for a story co-created with @heirmyst about personified immortal Stars secretly living on Earth. Previous post: [SUN] Next posts: [VEGA] [POLARIS] [ABYSS] Word count: 1457

In a crisis, the bare minimum Arc wanted was company that was well-equipped to handle it without pointless panic.

His communicator buzzed, instantly letting him know even that was too much to ask from certain people. “Have you found the king yet?” Polaris yelled from the other side, his voice stopping just short of a complete meltdown.

Arc let his gaze drift to the sun, surrounded by swirling tendrils of dark purple mist, a blot of unnatural murk marring the afternoon sky. He turned to the mission group accompanying him. Cyon kept herself firmly occupied, surveying the city streets with canine precision for any possible leads. The panicked, clueless humans filing into the area obstructed every path, but that didn’t seem to stop her. Bett and Rigel still hadn’t torn their eyes away from the sky.

“You want to break the news to our brilliant North Star, or should I?” Arc asked pointedly.

Bett retrieved her senses much quicker than her brother. “Don’t be a prick,” she chided Arc, snatching his communicator. “Polaris… have you looked outside?”

“No, Betelgeuse, I have not!” came the reply, clipped with static. “As I’m sure you can imagine, overseeing your search for our missing king has been taking up a considerable amount of my focus!”

Arc sighed. “With all due respect, which is none,” he said, loud enough to reach the device. “This is kind of out of our hands now. You’d know this if—”

“Heads up, all of you,” Cyon commanded.

Arc’s hand instinctively reached for the arsenal of projectiles attached to his belt. Bett and Rigel tensed up too, latent flames glowing at their ready fists.

Bett switched the communicator off and tossed it back to Arc. “What are we looking at?”

“A lead on Sol?” Rigel asked hopefully.

“I wish,” Cyon said, scanning every corner of the crowded block. “Temperature’s dropping fast. You know what that means.”

Oh no. Even if they didn’t, there was no question she pointed up, toward a silhouette stalking up the empty roofs. Now that they knew what to look for, even the unoccupied street corners were plagued with the moving shadow figures. Thinking fast, Arc appraised the human crowd, wondering if a cloaking team would be needed for this one. But the commotion within their ranks made him confident that a building could explode, and they’d still be predicting doomsday amongst each other and taking pictures of the sun. In the corner the Stars had carved out to spy, they were in the clear… assuming the lurkers didn’t take them out.

“We need to nip this in the bud,” Arc said. “Now.”

“It’s just Hauntings,” Bett said, far too flippantly. “Barely anything. We can take those abyssal pests easily!”

Before Arc could warn her against getting too optimistic, the sky above—only above the Stars—darkened. He froze. The unsettling ink purple color, the way the fog circled with clear purpose… those weren’t clouds. They were remnants of the Abyss; a long forgotten threat returning to haunt the Stars. A lean Haunting leaped from a building and dove headfirst into the mist.

“Hm.” Bett spread her wings, aiming a flaming fist toward the sky. She grinned, winking at Rigel. “Dare me to hit it from down here?”

“What? No! Your aim will be way off!” Rigel said. “My aim, meanwhile…”

This is ridiculous. Arc shoved them both aside and launched a single projectile coin, giving it a head start with enough heat to stream like a bullet into the mass of offending tendrils. They waited. Mere moments later, the Haunting dropped to the ground with a crack, a few feet away. A coin-sized hole branded through their chest.

Arc tossed a coin triumphantly in the air and caught it between his fingers, looking back at the others with a smile. “That is how you do it.”

Rigel and Cyon rolled their eyes. Bett was muttering something that contained “Show off,” under her breath, as if she was one to talk.

The Haunting struggled upright, cutting the muted celebration short. Their overgrown shrimp-like body bent toward the Stars in anticipation, a taut arrow ready to fly. Arc didn’t worry, because Bett positioned herself in front, gearing up with an explosion to throw the Haunting back. She tossed. The Haunting dodged, effortlessly swerving to one side, but she was ready with another.

All the while, the circling mist of Abyss in the sky crept ever closer below.

Only when it was low enough for them to feel the cold did the realization dawn on the Stars; they were aiming for the wrong target.

The crew stopped holding back their flames. Rigel thrust both hands up. Instantly, a net imbued with white hot flame appeared, holding back the descent for the time being. Cyon hurtled beams toward the Haunting, while Bett cast desperate explosions to aid her brother in keeping the Abyss at bay.

Arc, with no fire to speak of, could only stand behind them, makeshift bullets hanging uselessly at his waist.

The other three turned to him with a familiar, knowing look that made his stomach drop. Shit, no, he thought in vain. Don’t say it…

“Run,” Bett told him anyway. “This one’s beyond you.”

By now, Arc knew the song and dance too well to argue like he so badly wanted to. Everything he said would fall on deaf ears. Possessing no fire meant a roadblock to facing threats that other Stars could only survive with the help of defensive fire, and there was no changing that.

So, he did it. He turned on his heel and ran for his life.

Navigating the pathways of the city was second nature. He pushed past the panicked human crowds and ducked into an empty street. Gathering heat and speeding up to an unmatchable pace with every step away from the commotion, he let the anger fuel him forward. At himself for needing the coward’s way out, at his crew for making him take it. At…

A trashcan toppled over behind him. Without stopping, Arc glanced back to check who the far less graceful runner was, though he didn’t need to. The Haunting had left the crew behind with the Abyss… just because they wanted to chase him.

Arc allowed himself some pride. Still got it. The only surefire way to keep dignity intact even while taking the coward’s way out? Piss enemies off so hard that they’ll let themselves be drawn away by the apparent coward.

Now, the others had one less thing to fight, and the terrain was his. He screeched to a halt, facing the Haunting with wide open arms. “Come and get it!”

Clicking their pincers once, the Haunting lunged forward like an arrow set free. Right then, Arc spread his wings and shot into the air, raining his entire arsenal of coins in a furious barrage on their disoriented form. The smokescreen of the Abyss was no help to them here.

There was no time to waste. While the Haunting lay prone, Arc seized the opportunity to take to a rooftop where the crew could find him easily after they were through.

His plans of scanning the city below for any sign of them went out the window when he stole one unobstructed glimpse at the tainted sun.

Skies above, Sol… The worry kept his eyes fixed on the horrific sight. Where did you go?

With impeccable timing, the communicator in his pocket buzzed. Arc answered it and immediately yelled, “If you haven’t looked outside by now, I really don’t think we’re going to get anywhere!”

“Arcturus…” Polaris began, with such an unmistakable note of dread in his voice that it was safe to assume he had seen the state of the sun. “What will happen now?”

He slumped against a wall, sapped of any energy to bite back. “For once,” he said quietly, “your guess is as good as mine.”

“It’s not just the sun,” Polaris blurted out. “I… visited the observatory. The astronomers say other stars in the sky are blacking out as well.”

“What in the world does that—” Footsteps joined him on the roof. The crew was here. “Hang on.”

“Wait! The others, they—”

“I said hang on!”

Cyon had an arm around Rigel, who was breathing hard and leaning on her for support. Both of them stared straight ahead. Their hair stood on end, flawless mission outfits torn in far too many places.

“What happened?” Arc asked. “Where’s Bett?”

Rigel refused to meet his eyes.

Cyon straightened up. “She… the Abyss, it… changed her and—'”

“Tell me!” Polaris called out. “Is Betelgeuse with you?”

“No,” Arc said, all the terrible pieces sliding into place as everyone began speaking at once. Silently, he turned back in the direction of the sun. The Abyss had taken Bett, tainted her beyond recognition. Polaris had already known because her star had shown it… just as Sol’s had.

The Stars were all in grave danger, and Arc saw no speedy exit out of this one.

#writing #fantasy writing #short story #original character #oc #stars collapse #en writes #urban fantasy #a second one!#this time featuring this brilliant asshole speedster #he's only this much of an ass sometimes #ok fine most of the time

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The Vital Abyss, part 3

There’s always an interesting moral question about nonconsensually editing someone’s mind like this, where the person before the modification didn’t want the change but the person afterwards doesn’t want to switch back. Should we honour the opinion of the original version, because they were there first, or the second version because they’re here now? It gets especially muddy when, like here, we can’t actually be certain that the original wouldn’t have consented if he was given the choice, or if the change if permanent and there’s no way to get the original back.

I do wonder how much of the narrator here getting recruited is because he’s been manipulated into it, and how much is the protomolecule team casting a wide net.

He is, after all, a very suspiciously good candidate. He doesn’t have family or close friends who would miss him if he left and dropped all contact, he carries a bunch of trauma that he’s happy to get rid of, and he has just the rare education that they need. Education that he was sweettalked to do. On the other hand, they could have snagged him up immediately after he graduated, it wasn’t impossible that he could have found other work.

#memory's legion #the vital abyss #the expanse #liveblog #number 63

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Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

#sub!genshin #genshin #kaeya #sub!kaeya #gn!reader #sub!genshin x reader #dom!reader #smut #genshin smut

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Diving (Deku x Reader)

Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts

Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)

A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3

Written for @rat-zuki’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.

The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.

You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.

Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.

“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”

You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.

When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”

Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”

“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”

And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.

“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”

“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”

“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.

“Against a bear? Right.”

“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”

You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.

His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.

“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”

“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.

You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.

You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.

Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.

It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.

Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:

“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.

“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.

He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.

Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.

But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.

You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.

You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.

Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?

The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.

You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.

“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.

It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.

“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.

“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”

His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.

His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.

“For the love of God, please, put it back on…”

“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”

He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”

“What, you’re scared of the bears?”

He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.

“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”

He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.

Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.

He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—

You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.

“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.

You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?

He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.

With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:

“I didn’t want it to get wet.”

“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”

The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.

You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck.

“I’m more than okay with that—”

“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.

“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.

He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?

When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.

What the fuck am I doing?

The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.

What was I thinking?

You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.

You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.

Only Izuku.

Fuck.

You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.

You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.

But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.

Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?

“Have you done this before?”

The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”

“Skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.

“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.

“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”

Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.

“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”

“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.

“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”

Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.

“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.

He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.

When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.

“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.

As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”

And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.

You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.

After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.

And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.

You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.

He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.

Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.

His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—

And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.

He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:

“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—”

You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.

It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.

The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.

The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.

Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.

He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.

No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?

It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:

“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”

“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.

“Yeah?”

You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”

Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick.

Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.

He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.

He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).

Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.

The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.

“Is this okay?”

The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.

He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.

He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.

So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.

His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.

You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.

Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.

Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.

Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”

Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.

He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.

You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.

He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.

“Can I—”

“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.

Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.

He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.

Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.

He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.

“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.

As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.

He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.

The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.

“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”

“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”

He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.

While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.

He needs more of you.

You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.

But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.

“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”

“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.

“I think I can manage, yeah.”

He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.

You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.

Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.

He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core.

“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.

His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.

He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.

“Could you lay down on this for me?”

You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”

He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”

Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.

He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.

He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.

“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.

He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.

He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.

He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.

His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.

His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.

The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.

Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to.

You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.

“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”

The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.

You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.

He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.

You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.

But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.

Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”

And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.

“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.

“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”

You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.

You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say: “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”

“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.

He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”

“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”

“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.

“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”

You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

There’s a silence.

“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.

“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”

You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.

“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.

“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.

There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.

Now it’s about time you make up for it all.

You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”

A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.

He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.

“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”

He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.

You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.

“Relax for me, baby.”

Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.

He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.

When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.

You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.

His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.

“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.

Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.

With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.

The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.

“Look at me. I wanna see you.”

“Izuku, I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”

Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.

As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.

“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”

He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.

You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.

“You got everything?”

Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.

Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.

You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.

You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.

“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”

In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.

You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.

Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.

You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.

#bnha smut #deku smut #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya smut #mha smut #there it is omg it's long af #weasel writes

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jaeyunverse · 2 years

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enhypen in genshin impact

SUMMARY | a look into the members of enhypen if they were a part of the genshinverse.

WORD COUNT | 784

WARNING(S) | possible spoilers, me using a lil bit of my imagination

AUTHOR’S NOTE | hii this is a repost from my old account! you don’t have to agree w this headcanon since these are just my views on the topic. in fact, i would love to hear what you think and which member you would main if this was real :”) feedback is always appreciated <3

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴

heeseung would probably have a hydro vision

he could pass for a 5* instead of a 4* considering how strong he is and how good his stats are (yes, xingqiu, i'm comparing heeseung to you)

wishing for his cons can get harder than wishing for 5*s

would be a polearm user

he would also be a very strong healer

everyone wants him because he can heal the other players in co-op no matter how far away they are

can also heal with normal attacks

would be one of the best supports

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴

jay would probably command pyro

he would also be a claymore user and the npc everyone wants but can’t get because mihoyo is cruel that way

he’d be a 5* when and if he’s made playable

i’m starting to realise jay sounds a lot like diluc in this description

would have a mad strong shield so everyone’s fighting to death to get him

the only downside would be that the cooldown is 20 seconds

rip all the jay mains when your shield runs out during azhdaha and you need to dodge but can’t because you forgot how to

ok he sounds like zhongli now goodbye

like dainsleif, i imagine him to hail from khaeneri’ah

he probably helped the gods to destroy it too

𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻

i imagine jake to have a dendro vision

he’s the first dendro 5* to be released so everyone jumps at the chance to get him

mihoyo made the mistake of making him a broken character, so non-havers want him to be nerfed

would be a sword user or a claymore user with a very strong ult that has a pretty animation

i’m gonna use some of my imagination over here since there’s no dendro characters:

vines creep up from the ground when his ult is pressed. they envelope all enemies within a certain radius in a cocoon, rendering them completely immobile while also applying damage

afterwords, he can be switched with someone else to achieve elemental reactions, and multiply the damage

could pass for the dendro archon, but unfortunately, isn’t

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻

sunghoon’s vision is pretty much a given

he’s obviously going to manipulate cryo

he’s also probably charming and elegant like kaeya, but could be part abyss mage or in league with the order for all we know

he’d be one of the strongest and most versatile 5*s, capable of taking almost every position on the team depending on how he’s built—carry, burst, support, shielder (after a certain talent is unlocked) and enabler

would either be a bow user or a catalyst user

he is one of the strongest fatui harbingers

many doubt that he is tsaritsa, the cryo archon, however there is not a lot of evidence that suggests the same

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼

he’d have an anemo vision and be the anemo archon (sorry venti)

he’d be a sword user and a very strong healer

his ult is the strongest out of anyone else’s, oneshotting enemies straight out of teyvat in one single click

while he is an average character in terms of physical damage, he is one of the best supports in the entire game

he does wonders in the spiral abyss, though, and because everyone wants to own an archon and a character that gets them a shit ton of primos, he’s one of the most wanted 5*s

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻

like the traveller, he’s able to manipulate all visions

however, he does not need to resonate with statues to do that

no one knows why he is given such an ability, and mihoyo certainly hasn’t dropped any hints

speculated to be the strongest character in the game

also a npc because, again, mihoyo is cruel

he’s said to remain non-playable for a long time, and will probably be released towards the end of the game

he’s also not from teyvat and neither from khaeneri’ah

lots of theories have been made by the fandom. a few make sense but most are complete bullshit

some people think he’s come from where the traveller has, some think he’s related to the traveller, whereas some think he is the god of all gods which is why he can control all visions

a few theories also suggest that he is the unknown god that separated the traveller and their sibling

𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶

niki has geo vision and is a part of the adepti

is a 5* and a catalyst user

he is not as strong as the other 5*s and a few 4*s, however if one had to lose their 50/50, it would be to him

he has opinions that are much similar to keqing’s

for those who don’t know what opinions keqing has, she thinks gods should not be able to determine her fate and that humans should take over liyue

does not want a vision but was still given one

would probably run to inazuma the first chance he gets and offer his vision to raiden

“i don’t care that the decree has been abolished; i don’t want my vision. take it! TAKE IT, I SAY!”

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Excuse Me what is pulp and why is it importan?

Good question! And probably one I should have answered sooner. Time to put on the historian hat for this one.

"Pulp" is a term used mainly to describe forms of storytelling that sprang out or were dominant in 20th century cheap all-fiction American magazines from the 1900s to the 1950s. The pulp magazine began in 1896, when Frank Munsey's Argosy magazine, in order to cut costs, dropped the non-fiction articles and photographs and switched from glossy paper to the much less expensive wood pulp paper, hence the name. The pulp magazines would mainly take off as a distinct market and format in 1904, when Street & Smith learned that Popular Magazine, despite being marketed towards boys, was being consumed by men of all ages, so they increased page count and started putting popular authors on the issues.

It was specifically the 1905 reprint of H.Rider Haggard's Ayesha that not only put Street & Smith on the map as rivals to Argosy, but also inspired other companies to start publishing in the pulp format. Pulps encompassed literally everything that the authors felt like publishing. Westerns, romance, horror, sci-fi, railroad stories, war stories, war aviation stories. Zeppelins had a short-lived subgenre. Celebrities got their own magazines, it was really any genre or format they could pull off, anything they could get away with.

Nowadays, although they came quite late in it's history, the American pulps are most famous for it's "hero pulps", characters like The Shadow and Doc Savage that are viewed as a formative influence on comic book superheroes. The pulp magazines in America lasted until the 1950s, when cumulative factors such as paper shortages, diminishing audience returns and the closing of it's biggest publishers led to it dying off, although in the decades since there's always been publishers calling their magazines pulp. That's the American pulp history.

But pulps are a phenomenon that spans the entire world and has a much bigger history to it, because pulps have become synonymous with cheap fiction magazines and those have a much bigger history. In America, before the pulps, you had the dime novels, the direct predecessors of the pulps, as well as the novelettes. England had it's penny dreadfuls and story papers, and continued publishing pulp-format magazines past the American 1950s, and that's how we got Elric of Melniboné. France and Russia arguably got to it first with it's 1800s coulporters, chapbooks and particularly the feuilletons which lasted all the way to the 20th century and created characters such as Arsene Lupin, Fantomas and The Phantom of the Opera. The Germans published pulp under the name hefteromane. Japan also published pulp magazines both original as well as imported, and the current "light-novel" phenomenon started off as an equivalent of pulp magazines (it's even on the Wikipedia page). China has wuxia, Brazil has cordel, Italy has gialli. There were Indian, Persian, Ethiopian, Canadian, Australian pulps and much more. Look anywhere in the world and you'll find examples of "pulp" happening again and again, under different circumstances and time periods.

Even if we stick to American fiction, it's impossible to state that all pulp heroes must come from the 1900s-1950s pulp magazines, because that forces us to exclude some of the most popular pulp heroes like Indiana Jones, Green Hornet, Rocketeer and The Phantom. Pulp may have once been a term meant to refer to pulp magazines exclusively, but it's morphed and lost structure and it's become the closest thing we have to a general umbrella term that allows us to try and consolidate these under a shared history. It's a lot, as you can see, and it's why several pulp historians that broaden their scope outside of 1930s American fiction have adopted Roland Barthes's definition of pulp as "A Metaphor With No Brakes In It", which is still the closest thing to a true working definition we have.

Why is it important? You tell me. I don't like to stake claims about stuff being "important", everyone's got their own priorities in life. Surely a lot of people would scoff at the idea of old populist fiction published in what was functionally equivalent to toilet paper having any sort of "importance". On the other hand, some people definitely want to talk big about the pulps as a cultural bedrock of fiction, something that's baked into the lifeblood of all fiction as we currently know it. Which it is, mind you, but I don't like to talk about pulp fiction's value being derived mainly from merely the things it inspired.

There is definitely a historical importance to be had in cataloguing them. According to the US's foremost pulp researcher Jess Nevins, 38% of all American pulps no longer exist, and 14% of all American pulps survive in less than five copies. Many libraries have very scant, if any, records on them, many collectors are hard to locate and are uncooperative when it comes to sharing information and letting outsiders view their collections. A lot of them are bound up in legal complications that prevents them from taking off in the public domain, and a lot of them ARE public domain but are completely inacessible as research material. And that's the American pulps, foreign pulps have fared far worse in posterity, with records inaccessible to people unfamiliar with the language or locations, many existing merely in mentions on decades-old records, and hundreds if not thousands of them being completely gone beyond recovery or recall.

Gone, dead, wasted, destroyed. They can't be found in barbershops or warehouse or bookstores, not even in antique stores. Hundreds, thousands of characters, stories and creators, gone. Time and posterity have crushed them to dust, forgotten and ignored by their successors. Unfettered by pretenses of respectability that repressed their glossier counterparts, in packages meant to be destroyed after reading, proudly announcing itself as trash. Things that should have never even lasted as long as they did have died many times now. It's heroes peripherical shapeshifters, nearly all of whom seem dead, quite dead, as dead as fictional characters can possibly be.

But they do not die forever. Many of them have, maybe most of them have, but many of them linger on.

"The strange red flickering of 1930’s fiction seems distant now. You hold in your hand the product of a time too remote to recall, and feel a slow stir of wonder. The smell of pulp pages, an illustration, an advertisement, these fragile things mark the slow hammering of time and display what it has done. About you are today’s machines, today’s shadows.

Outside the window, leaves hang against the sky, as did leaves during the 1930’s. The sound of voices are no different then than now. You hold the magazine and feel something quite delicate slipping past. These solid forms surrounding you are all insubstantial. Time’s hammer will also pass across them, leaving little enough behind." - Spider, by Robert Sampson

Many of the things people call dead are just things that have been sleeping for a while or haven't had the chance to be born. Pulp fiction is dead on the page, inert, unless your imagination breathes live to it, and every now and then, one way or another, these characters dig themselves out of dustbins. Maybe it's a brief revival, maybe it's a successful reboot. Maybe they find publishers, or maybe the public domain allows them to find new life. Maybe new creators do interesting things with them, and maybe, just maybe, they live again because some won't shut up about them online. Some curious impulse led you to me, did it not?

We all have our Frankensteins to obsess over, and these are some of mine. As someone who's lived a life perpetually restless over pursuit of knowledge, pulp has lured me like a moth to flame, because I literally never run out of things to discover within it, I never run out of possibilities. As the years pass and the public domain starts being more and more open to the public, more and more narrative real state is brought forth for writers and artists and creators to play around.

Pulp is the dark matter of fiction, the uncatalogued depths of the ocean, the darkest recesses of space. It's the box of your grandfather's belongings, the treasure you find in an attic, a body part sticking out from an old playground. It's the things that don't work, don't succeed, the things that don't fit, that are out of place. That shouldn't live and succeed, and did so anyway. The things that slither in the cracks, the shadows behind the curtain.

Aren't you interested in peering on what's behind the curtain?

The exquisite workmanship of the head, of a pre-pyramidal age, and the hieroglyphics, symbols of a language that was forgotten when Rome was young–these, Kane sensed, were additions as modern to the antiquity of the staff itself as would be English words carved on the stone monoliths of Stonehenge.

As for the cat-head–looking at it sometimes Kane had a peculiar feeling of alteration; a faint sensing that once the pommel of the staff was carved with a different design. The dust-ancient Egyptian who had carved the head of Bast had merely altered the original figure, and what that figure had been, Kane had never tried to guess.

A close scrutiny of the staff always aroused a disquieting and almost dizzy suggestion of abysses of eons, unprovocative to further speculation. - The Footfalls Within, by Robert E Howard, quoted by Stuart Hopen’s The Mythic American Culture

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Yan! Roguefort cookie x Detective! Reader

Requested by a person that doesn't want to be mentioned!

CHR; Almond Cookie, Walnut cookie, 'and Roguefort cookie Prompt; the reader is a detective that was investigating Roquefort cookie various crimes, as more and more crimes about him been popping up more, the reader started to get overwhelmed and took a rest, little that they know... it will sink Roquefort's mind in a deep abyss. ------------------------------------------------- Sitting at a chair near the window at the nearby cafe, you sighed, as you tapped your pencil at the notebook you've been using as your diary. looking back at the empty notebook, only a few words have been written in there 'i wondered' was the only thing you can think of, there's been a suspiciously huge crime rate of Phantom Bleu.you sighed as you take a sip of the coffee while looking back at almond cookie, an infamous detective who is your friend, well maybe partners in the detective agency, also a young little lady with curly hair, with a side ponytail, walnut cookie, almonds child, you patted her, as she looked at your notebook "what were you writing y/n?" you stay silent as you try to find a response to the comment "I.. don't know yet.." she would looked confused at you, before bringing your mind to reality "is it the phantom bleu continuous crimes?"you would look at her with a surprised expression before switching to neutral "well... yes, you could say that it's very...complicated, considering he the infamous jewel thief leaving almost no trace behind in every crime"you would huffed in frustration as your break was gonna be over in a few days, meaning you have to solve their crimes again. "well, we have to leave now goodbye y/n" almond would stand up, walnut following her father behind before leaving you alone in your seated site, leaving you alone with 4 other customers. that's including Roquefort himself, reading a piece of newspapers quietly sipping his cup of tea, staring at you, of course, you couldn't know, his a 'citizen' for now until night has struck. -------------------------------------------------------- he would be wondering what he had gone wrong, he wanted to see them, he wanted to hold them forever, he wanted them to keep chasing after him, he loved them, he wanted them, he wanted to..see what their doing, closing his notebook filled to the brim with photos of you. he loves it all, but he never will feel their presence when their away. it started to get morning fast than he thought, looking through the window through his office. changing back to his normal clothes instead of the blue vest cheese hat thief he always be, his mind been flooded with the image of them being happy together, he didn't think he would lose his mind over a simple detective. "heh... I wish I could see you now.." seeing how he polish his glasses and looking out at the right cafe window his in now, sipping his tea before abruptly being distracted by a warm presence he had always known for some time. he looking over he saw you, almond cookie, his heart boiled in acid, making his stomach churn in disgust, he wanted to be near you but can't, he sighed, calming down his nerves, deciding to watch over you, as he red his newspapers. he'll always be watching you for now. ----------------------------------_______________ Jesus I finish it very fast- but here's Roquefort x reader -

#cookie run x reader #roguefort cookie #walnut cookie #almond cookie run #fiction #cookierun x reader #Ovenbreak x reader #x reader #gn reader #Yakou Box

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A Work In Progress

Chapter 4: Don’t Make Me Regret This

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Word Count: 6.6k

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Not long after saying goodbye to Kuiil and informing the Mandalorian that you would be taking the job, you were boarding the Razor Crest, stepping off the sand of Arvala-7 for the last time. Before leaving, you had packed up a small rucksack with clothes and other items you would need that you doubted the Mandalorian had lying around.

With your rucksack and rifle, you followed him up to the cockpit and looked down through the window at Kuiil who waved farewell before you were being told to sit and fasten your seat belt.

As you sit behind Mando, strapped in and ready, you feel the nerves creep up your chest. This is really happening. You’re leaving Arvala-7 and you’re going to be travelling the galaxy. It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

The planet starts getting farther and farther away until finally you can look up and see the stars. They reflect in your eyes一wide with wonder一as they scatter across the black abyss.

“I assume you’ve never travelled in hyperspace.” Mando’s gruff voice says and you snap out of your trance, almost forgetting he was there.

“N-No.” Part of you starts to worry now that it’s becoming real. The thought of floating through space is daunting, nothing secure about it.

“If you feel sick一the fresher is down below.” You frown at his words, never having considered if travelling light speed would make you sick.

You don’t have a chance to ponder the thought as with the flick of a couple of switches and the push of a leaver, the ship jumps forward, stars racing past and extending across the window.

You’re pushed back into your seat during the acceleration, the wind completely knocked out of you and rendering you speechless. It’s only when Mando turns his head slightly to check on you do you remember you need to breathe.

Bad idea.

Well, a good idea because you need oxygen but the moment you breathe in you feel like you could throw up. You close your eyes, not wanting to embarrass yourself or ruin your first day in space一so you wait for it to pass.

Eventually一it does.

Breathing out shakily, you open your eyes and look up through the window of the cockpit. Long strings of light scatter above your head一completely still and yet moving a trillion miles an hour. It’s beautiful and you’re not sure how long you stare up at it before Mando breaks the silence.

“I’ll be gone for long periods of time.” His words confuse you at first一you look down from the stars to the back of his head一but you quickly realize he’s talking about his job. “You’ll be here on the ship. Keep it functional, make improvements where necessary. You have full jurisdiction一within reason.”

“Sounds fun.” You comment, noticing how the stars reflect on his helmet.

“If you plan on leaving the ship for whatever reason一you tell me.”

“Understood.”

“Can you pilot?” The question nearly makes you laugh but you quickly push it down.

“Uh...never tried.” You answer honestly and he nods once.

“You will.” His states surely and you’re glad he can’t see you right now一the idea of flying a spaceship is terrifying.

“I, uh, fix things一make them even一I don’t fly.” You try to keep your voice level, not wanting to sound pathetic.

“I’ll teach you.” His tone doesn't leave any room for objection so instead, you settle with silence, looking back up at the stars.

After flipping a couple of switches, he pushes back from the console in front of him, obviously he just put it into autopilot. He turns to look at you and you desperately hope your face isn't flushed.

“Where are we going first?” You ask optimistically, thrilled to be travelling to a new planet for the first time. You wonder if it has trees, or mountains, or waterfalls一you’ve only ever heard stories about waterfalls.

“Nevarro.” He says while looking from you over to the sleeping baby.

“Nevarro.” You repeat to yourself, unable to wipe the grin from your face.

You have no idea what's on Nevarro, but you can’t wait to see it. The helmet turns to face you again, tilting slightly as he watches the stars reflect in your eyes.

“You seem...excited.” He almost sounds confused at your eagerness, likely due to the fact that he’s been travelling the galaxy his whole life, there's no longer anything special about travelling at light speed and bouncing from planet to planet.

“I am. I’ve never seen the galaxy before.” He remains silent at your answer, but you feel his eyes lingering on you until a soft coo comes from the crib beside you two. Both of your heads turn at the same time to stare at the kid who slowly sits up, looking around in confusion.

“Hi, baby.” You whisper, unlocking your seatbelt now that the hyperspace is keeping the ship level. You lean towards him, holding your finger out for him to grab in comfort一Mando doesn't stop you. “Did you have a good sleep?”

The baby starts to blab nonsense as if he’s answering your question and you nod along一pretending to understand every word. You know that Mando is watching you, but you continue to indulge the baby who seems very determined in his gurgles.

“Well, it better have been一you were out for almost a week.” You respond, watching his ears turn up as you talk to him. “I know.”

“It’s probably hungry.” You look up at Mando, nodding once in agreement before suddenly, the console starts beeping. He turns around to face it, flipping a switch which results in a small blue hologram rising up on the dashboard.

“Mando! I’ve received your transmission. Wonderful news.” The hologram is of a quite intimidating-looking man with his hands on his hips. “Upon your return, deliver the quarry directly to the client. I have no idea if he wants to eat it or hang it on his wall, but he’s very antsy.”

As if an ice bath was just poured down your back一you freeze. The words of the mysterious man make you sicker than the jump into hyperspace and you turn to look at Mando who hasn't moved one inch since the words were spoken.

Is this the kind of man you agreed to work for?

“Safe passage! You know where to find me.” With that, the hologram disappears and the cockpit is reduced to a deafening silence.

“Who the hell was that?” Suddenly terrified for the little green baby, you ask the only question you can muster.

“Karga. He...works for the Guild.” Mando finally speaks, something different in his voice.

“You don’t think…” You trail off, composing yourself. “You don’t think they’re actually going to...eat him, right?” You whisper the last part, not wanting the baby to hear一even if he can’t understand.

When the Mandalorian doesn't answer you sit back in your chair with a huff, not believing your current situation.

“That’s not a toy.” You look up to see Mando taking a small silver ball the baby had unscrewed from the console.

You stand up, reaching forward and lifting the baby before it can make a fuss. You place him on your lap as you sit down, a sudden urge to protect it from what lies ahead, but you know you’re no match for the bounty hunter in front of you who plans on returning him to the highest bidder.

Instead of staying in the cockpit with the man you’re suddenly feeling thousands of miles away from, you hold the child in your arms, standing to leave the small room.

The door opens the moment you walk towards it, Mando doing nothing to stop you as you lower yourself into the hull of the ship.

Sitting yourself in the corner of the dark hull, you place the child on the floor in front of you, looking down at him curiously.

“You’ll be fine.” You say to him and his head turns up to look at you, ears perking up to your soft voice. “There is no way anyone could harm a hair on your wrinkly little head.”

He makes a quiet sound of reply as if agreeing with you before climbing into your lap and sitting down. You stay like that for a while, basking in the silence of the hull一hyperspace is intensely quiet you’re coming to realize一it’s quite peaceful.

“Are you hungry?” You ask him once he starts to fuss in your lap. Picking him up and holding him on your hip, you look around the hull, trying to figure out where Mando would keep his food.

You eventually find a crate with a couple of foil bags. You open one and realize they are each filled with a single portion of preserved dry sealed meat.

You sit yourself back on the floor, feeding him little bits of the meat until he’s satisfied一even trying a piece for yourself. It’s not as bad as you thought一nearly flavourless but decent enough.

Eventually, the ship slows down, rocking the hull slightly. The silence of hyperspace is replaced with the rumble of the outside world, indicating you’re approaching your destination. Part of you is thrilled to touch ground, but the other part dreads letting the child go.

You should've listened to Mando on day one一don’t get attached.

When the ship jerks to the side then goes completely still, you assume you’ve come to a land一the sound of Mando’s boots approaching the ladder to the hull confirming your guess. He climbs down a step or two before dropping the rest of the way, landing on his feet perfectly.

He turns to spot you in the corner with the satisfied baby before grabbing his rifle from the side of the hull, strapping it to his back.

“I won’t be long.” He says, emotionless, building that strong brick wall that you spent the last week trying to break down. You stand, placing the baby inside the crib following Mando.

“Bye for real this time.” You mumble, patting him on the head before looking up at Mando. “I was planning on looking around a bit.”

“Not here.” You frown at his dismissal, not understanding why he wouldn't want you on this planet.

“W-Why?”

“Nevarro is not the kind of planet I would be comfortable letting you wander alone.” He answers you and while you’re extremely disappointed, you agree一maybe it’s not a nice planet一you’d like your first new planet to be a nice one.

The only glimpse of the planet you get is when Mando opens the hatch to leave一it’s sandy like back home but darker, many stone buildings scattered around一much more populated than home. You watch as they descend the ramp, crossing your arms sadly as the green baby floats away for the last time.

You see Mando touch something on his arm before the hatch starts to close on itself, concealing you inside his ship.

Great.

Full jurisdiction. You roll the words over in your head, soaking in the daunting task. This whole ship lies in your two mechanics hands一you’ve never been responsible for something so big.

The fact that the Mandalorian was so quick to trust you with his ship almost surprises you. You guess after helping rebuild the entire thing for free, you proved yourself competent and trustworthy.

That doesn't stop you from snooping though.

It’s not like you’re going through his personal belongings, not that he really has anything personal on this ship. Everything here stands for a functional purpose, nothing appearing to be sentimental一granted, if he’s gone as often as he says he is, there's no reason for the ship to be particularly comfortable.

But now you live here too. This is going to be your home for the next...however long you have this job, and you plan on doing it well.

You start by looking through the hull一large but fairly empty. You walk to the back of the ship where two metal doors stand closed with a button panel in the middle.

Curious, you press one of the buttons一nothing happens一you press another一one of the doors hisses open to reveal the refresher Mando was talking about.

You stick your head in to see a simple toilet, sink, and shower. They’re small一part of you is surprised they’re functional at all for him as he’s nearly twice your size. You press the same button again, closing the door before pressing yet another.

This time, the door beside it opens, revealing what appears to be a bed inside the wall. It’s narrow and dark, a single thin blanket thrown on top but no pillow in sight一is this what he sleeps on? No wonder he’s so stiff all the time.

After closing it, you move on to the opposite wall that has metal double doors. Looking around, there’s no panel in sight. Not sure what else to do, you hit the door with your fist, you laugh to yourself at your stupidity, but一it opens.

It’s an armoury.

Dozens of weapons hang on the wall of the concealment, all of varying sizes and function. You’re not surprised a man of his profession and status would have so much一you remember seeing a couple of these being loaded when fixing his ship on Arvala-7, but you didn't really pay attention since you spent most of your time on the exterior of the ship.

You try to stop yourself from reaching out to touch one一but it’s too late.

Without a conscience to stop you, your fingers drift across the surface of one of the blasters gently, feeling the hard metal shape of the impressive weapon. Eventually, you draw back, closing the armoury and stepping away一it’s probably the most personal thing in this entire ship.

You spend the next few hours looking around lazily, just trying to pass the time and get used to your new surroundings. You also consider where you’ll be sleeping. There are not many options, but you settle on a corner of the ship at the back of the hull, placing your bag in the corner一claiming it as your spot.

You’re not exactly sure how long Mando has been gone. You tried to distract your mind, which proved easy considering there were so many thoughts present一the excitement of new worlds, the fear of the unknown...and the strange feeling you had around Mando back on Arvala-7.

You probably wouldn't have pondered it if you weren't given such time to do so. Even without eyes or a face to connect with, every time his visor turned to look at you一you felt something. When he asked about your arm, there was something different in his voice, something he didn't even understand either.

All of this is just so new.

The sound of metal on metal wakes you up. It comes from the side of the ship that harbours a large lowering door. You didn't mean to fall asleep, but after sitting in your chosen corner and waiting however many hours he was gone, it came against your will.

You stand up quickly, not wanting to be caught sleeping on the job on your first day一even though you just spent that past week fixing this ship and there's not much to do presently.

The heavy and familiar sound of Mando’s boots walks up the ramp and appears at the entrance of the ship.

The first thing you notice is his armour.

It’s shiny.

Not only is it incredibly shiny and silver一it’s not dented or misshapen in any way. There is no possible way that the armour he wears before you is the same he was wearing the last time he was on this ship. Even his helmet has been polished to match the shine of his new armour.

You quickly realize this must be a result of him being paid for giving up the child. The realization is partly saddening一he followed through with it一not that you had any hope that he wouldn't. Nothing about this Mandalorian screams unreliable when it comes to returning bounties.

“Hey.” You mutter, not sure how else to greet the man in front of you一partly intimidated by him with the new armour.

He only nods in response, barely giving you a look as he closes the hatch to the ship. You know he’s not a very talkative person, roughly bordering on unfriendly, but you still notice something different about him. It’s like he’s been rendered silent, instead of remaining stoic upon his own free will.

“Is everything okay?” You feel stupid asking but you’re not sure what else to say as he walks over to his armoury, opening it to put away his rifle. Once he finishes, he finally turns to face you for the first time, arm reaching down to pull something from his utility belt.

You're not exactly sure what it is一it being smaller than his hand and therefore hard to see as he pulls it out. But, as he holds his hand out for you to take it, you see that it’s two small pieces of rounded metal in oval shapes. You turn the pieces over in your hands curiously before he speaks.

“For your arms.” You frown at the vague explanation before he reaches forward and grabs the forearm of yours that wasn't injured. He takes one of the pieces from your hand and slips it in between the leather of your forearm bracers一you realize their function. “Think of it as your first payment.”

“Thank you.” He proceeds to help you by putting the second piece under the leather of your other arm gently.

You’re touched at the thought一he remembered you using your forearms to block, the simple leather not helping protect you.

“It’s beskar.” He says and you freeze, turning up to look at him in shock before your gaze shifts to his new armour一his armour which looks exactly the same as the two pieces of metal he just gave you.

“Really? I mean一are you sure? This is...too much.” You scramble to find the words to express how appreciative you are while also understanding the meaning behind the offer.

From the stories told to you by Kuiil, you know how important the metal is to Mandalorian culture, so for him to gift it to you一even as small a piece of it as he did is huge.

“You need to be able to defend yourself.” He says, offering you nothing more than that.

Confusion would be an understatement to describe how you’re feeling. How can this man be so distant and apathetic, and yet be so thoughtful the next second?

“Well...thank you.” You smile appreciatively, him giving a short nod in response before turning to head to the cockpit. Something tells you he wants to get far away from this planet, already expressing to you his distaste for it.

Feeling your improved bracers, you settle yourself back into the corner of the hull, knowing Mando is going to take off momentarily. You feel the engines rumble to life, the ground beneath you becoming distant. You think nothing of it, knowing it will be a couple of minutes before you’re far enough away from the planet to enter hyperspace.

But, suddenly, the entire hull rocks, knocking you back into the wall一hard.

Your hand shoots up to cradle the back of your head, flinching at the sudden action the ship made.

What the hell?

You move to stand and check on Mando but with another lurch, you’re knocked over, the ship coming to a very abrupt land.

“Ouch! Maker, what th一” You mumble to yourself, recovering from being thrown around the hull of the Razor Crest until you spot Mando lowering himself down the ladder. “What happened?” You ask frantically, hoping nothing is wrong with the ship一that would be bad on your part.

When he doesn't answer you一walking over to the armoury and grabbing his rifle again一you start to worry.

“Mando? What’s going on? What are you一”

“I’m going back.” His answer is brief, pressing something on his arm to open the door to the ship.

“Back? Back where?”

“To get the kid.” You’re not sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t that.

Hope blossoms in your chest at his words, a million questions rushing to the surface but instead of questioning his heroic actions, you step forward confidently.

“I’m coming with you.” You state and you almost miss the scoff that passes through the modulator.

“No.” He leaves no room for argument but you push anyway.

“Come on! I can help, like I did the first time we got him一” He cuts you off by turning to look at you, the quick action stealing the air right from your lungs.

“No.” His voice is firm, powerful. “These aren't some back-street nikto mercenaries anymore, he’s going to have imperial stormtroopers guarding him. This is outside your experience.”

“I could be a...a distraction.” You suggest, already knowing you’re going to fail but trying nonetheless.

“You want to be useful? Lock in the coordinates to Sorgan一we’re going to need to get out of here fast.” At the mention of the planet Sorgan you tense up, no longer a fight inside of you一Mando notices, but he doesn't push it. “Okay?”

“Y-Yeah...okay.” He nods at your compliance before heading out of the ship, determined to get the child back from the claws of whatever monster put a bounty on his head in the first place.

With a shaky breath, you make your way up the ladder and into the cockpit. Once sitting in the pilot’s chair, you look at the console in front of you and prepare to lock in your coordinates.

It’s not that you don’t like the idea of Sorgan, you know it’s supposed to be a beautiful planet, but you didn't think you’d ever see it. You weren't sure if you wanted to…

You push your deep thoughts away, working quickly一your first job is finally in motion.

Well...this is boring.

You’ve been sitting in the cockpit for what feels like an hour一it’s probably been about twenty minutes, but it makes no difference when you’re sitting in silence一knowing Mando is out there fighting to get the child back. It’s even become dark outside on the planet, the evening creeping into night.

You’ve resorted to lounging in the pilot’s seat, slumped over and resting your cheek on the palm of your hand. You were excited about this job but you’re coming to learn that it’s just a lot of hurry up and wait.

Then, out of nowhere, something on the console in front of you cracks to life, a staticy voice piercing its way into the small room, calling your name.

“Hey! Can you hear me?!” Mando’s voice slowly becomes more clear through the comm link in on the console一a red light flashing.

You jump forward, looking to where the sound is coming from and holding down a button you know will let you answer him.

“Yes! Mando? What’s going on?”

“The Guild, they have me cornered. I need you to come get the child. Get him out of here.” His voice is frantic and you can almost make out the sound of blaster fire in the background.

“What happened to me being inexperienced?!” In any other situation, your voice would be playful, trying to make a joke out of the situation一but not now. You’re panicking.

“Don’t make me regret this.” His voice is muffled before you hear him grunt一blaster fire so close to the monitor he must’ve just fired his.

“O-Okay. I’m coming, just, stay where you are.” You say, too beside yourself to hear the stupidity in your statement, only recognizing it when something between a scoff and an unamused chuckle can be heard through the comm before it clicks off.

You quickly spin in your seat, running to the ladder and practically jumping down, grabbing your cloak and rifle from their spot in the corner of the hull.

Part of you considers grabbing one of his blasters from the armoury, but you quickly push it aside, knowing that this is not the situation you should use a plasma blaster for the first time.

You hit the panel on the side of the ship, allowing the door to lower itself to the ground and let you out. So much for Nevarro not being your first new planet.

Mando was right, it’s nothing special, rocks and sand similar to Arvala-7, but you don't think about it, you just run towards the town a couple of yards away from where Mando parked the ship.

You can already see the red glowing from blaster fire in the center of the town一a clearing that all the buildings surround一perfect for a shoot out.

Fortunately, there's a large stone wall surrounding the town, allowing you to take cover before even setting foot into the rough environment. You take this opportunity to observe the situation一it’s not pretty.

Dozens of bounty hunters are spread across the town, all with evil intentions of capturing the child and probably killing Mando as an added bonus. Plasma shoots overhead, no one with any real aim or intention with there being so much commotion.

You desperately try and find Mando in the crowd, but he’s nowhere to be seen. It’s dark, the only light coming from street lamps, plasma, and explosions. Then, at the far left side of the town, a giant explosion hits an R2 unit, the light reflecting on familiar beskar.

Suddenly, Mando shoots his rifle, disintegrating one of the bounty hunters. This forces everyone to ease back, the blaster fire settling and everyone cowering一waiting for someone else to make the first move.

“That’s one impressive weapon.” You look for the loud booming voice to see the man you recognize from the transmission on the Razor Crest一you think his name was Karga.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do.” Mando’s voice can be heard from behind the R2 airspeeder. “I’m going to walk to my ship with the kid and you’re gonna let it happen.”

“No. How about this?” Karga counters, malicious undertones in his voice. “We take the kid, and if you try to stop us, we kill you and we strip your body for parts.”

As Karga explains his new, very unfair deal, you notice one of the bounty hunters silently making his way around the speeder一blaster raised. You know it’ll blow your cover, the silent calmness of the town will be broken the moment you shoot, but when Mando doesn't turn一you have no alternative.

You aim your rifle一only one shot to get this right.

Pulling the trigger, the shot lands itself directly in the bounty hunter’s head, knocking him down. You see Mando’s head snap around to see the body before looking around the town一knowing you’re the only person who would use regular metal bullets.

He spots you just as the entire town is forced into a bloodbath.

Everyone is pushing in, trying to trap Mando and take the child一Karge even yelling at the others not to damage the child. Before they can get close enough, Mando holds out his arm, fire shooting at an impressive distance, pushing everyone back before they can get to him一even pulling attention away from you after your mystery shot.

You run forward, hitting the first person you see in the back of the head with the butt of your rifle, knocking him to the ground. Shooting everyone you see, you race through the town一surprising yourself with your ability to not be shot.

When some of the bounty hunters turn to check out the unwanted commotion you’re making, you quickly duck behind some debris, multiple plasma shots being fired at you.

Shit.

But after what feels like an eternity being trapped一coming to terms with the fact that there is no way you and Mando can overpower an army of bounty hunting mercenaries一something far away from you explodes, drawing the attention of everyone to the far side of town.

You risk peeking out from behind your shield, everyone turned away from you to see the commotion.

Your jaw drops at the sight of dozens of Mandalorians, their jetpacks carrying them across the town as they kill bounty hunters with ease一achieving the upper hand. You had never seen one Mandalorian before you met Mando一now you’re staring at at least thirty.

The shock of the town is imminent, giving you an opportunity to slip away from the group that was previously attacking you.

You know where Mando is trapped一you need to get to him. You run around the town, trying to use the debris from the explosions to your advantage, your hooded cloak helping to keep you anonymous. It’s only as you pass by one of the buildings, does a hand pull it down一revealing you.

“What do we have here?” You spin around to see Karga with a blaster pointed at your chest. You take a couple of cautionary steps back, trying to put distance between you and the man. “Who might you be? You’re not from the Guild and I take special care to know everyone.”

“Shit一I’m, uh一” You stutter, realizing you’re trapped with no way to go.

“Mine.” A threatening voice booms from your left一barely giving you a chance to turn before Karga is shot in the collar, falling to the ground.

When you do turn, you see Mando standing with his rifle raised, but his helmet is looking at you一not Karga.

You barely have time to register what just happened before he’s running forward, grabbing your upper arm with one hand一you notice a bundle of fabric in his other一pulling you forward.

“We need to get back to the ship.” He states, wrapping an arm around you once you start moving, becoming your own personal shield. You can hear blaster fire bouncing off his beskar as you run, cowering into his chest.

Leaving the town walls, the bundle is passed to you so he can turn and fire a couple more shots, ensuring no one is following you. You quickly glance down to see the child's big eyes looking up at you, making you hold him to your chest tighter as you run.

You had left the door to the ship open, wanting the quick entrance you now need as you desperately try to get off the planet.

Stumbling into the ship, Mando doesn't waste any time climbing up to the cockpit, leaving you to comfort the baby in the hull. The door to the ship closes instantly and you sit in the corner, cradling the child that stares at you with wide eyes.

This poor kid cannot catch a break.

You bounce him gently, gently soothing him as the ship takes off一but your mind is elsewhere. One word tumbles around your brain as you try to make sense of it.

Mine.

What did he mean by that? Likely nothing considering you were about to be killed by a man you already know he has a distaste for, but you can’t help but sit with it. Mine as in my employee? No, that seems too cold. Mine as in my engineer? Better. Mine as in my一

Nope.

Definitely not that.

With a slight jump and a sudden feeling of throwing up一you know the ship just jumped into hyperspace. The feeling passes quickly, probably the fact that you’re not actively looking up at the stars moving helped to that effect.

When the baby lets out a strangled cry, you look down, gently pulling down the fabric to better expose his little face.

“Hey, hey, shhh. You’re okay.” You mumble softly, comforting him as best you can. “You’re stuck with us now, little one.”

Attempting to lull the child to sleep, you start absentmindedly humming to him, a simple song that’s been ingrained in your head since you can remember.

Part of you likes to think your mother would sing it to you, but with no real proof or memory一you can’t say for sure. Kuiil definitely never sang to you, so there really is no other alternative.

The lyrics come to you naturally, singing to him under your breath as his eyes drift shut.

Once you’re sure he’s fast asleep, you stand, making sure he’s completely level before carrying him to Mando’s bed, opening it and placing him down gently. Poor thing deserves some peaceful sleep.

You decide to go check on Mando up in the cockpit and silently climb the ladder after wiping a tear you realized was making its way down your cheek from the song.

The moment the doors to the cockpit hiss open, a strangled groan can be heard inside and you frown一it’s Mando.

At first, you think you should turn and leave, did you just invade a private moment? But, you quickly realize it wasn't a groan of pleasure but of pain.

You stand in the doorway awkwardly, not sure if you should stay or leave before he knows you’re even here.

“Just gonna stand there?”

Oh.

You make your way into the cockpit now that he’s acknowledged your arrival, sitting beside him in the co-pilot seat. Looking at him up close, you realize why he sounded hurt. His upper arm has a gnarly gash stretching across it, likely grazed by plasma.

“You’re hurt.” You shouldn't be worried一he’s tough and you’re aware of that, but you still sound concerned.

“I’m fine.” He tries to brush it off as if you didn't just hear him grunting in pain a couple of seconds earlier.

“Do you have...gauze? Something to wrap it?”

“I don’t need anything.” He brushes you off, continuing to fly the ship through hyperspace. You know he could easily put the thing into autopilot but he doesn't一attempting to distract himself.

“Please. It looks deep. Just一let me help.” You ask him and he doesn't answer. He doesn't turn to look at you either and you take it as silent permission to act. Before you can ask him where he keeps the gauze, he’s already answering.

“Behind the mirror in the refresher.” Giving him a nod he can’t see, you make your way down and into the refresher where you spot a tiny clouded mirror.

You skim your fingers across it, not seeing anything like a handle to pull it back with. Instead, your fingers sit at the side, pulling it open to reveal a tiny shelf with a few items. You don’t dwell in them, simply grabbing the gauze and a rag一which you run under the sink一and making your way back to him.

He’s still sitting just the same as he was when you left and you take your place beside him, looking at the injury. You pull back the fabric slightly, wincing as you reveal his tender red skin.

Skin.

You didn't think something so simple would spark something so strong in you. It’s the first evidence of humanity you’ve received from him. The area not affected by the injury pale and smooth一human.

The plasma hit directly under where his shoulder plate stopped一just an inch higher and he would've been fine.

“I-I’m going to take this off, okay?” You put a hand on the shoulder plate and he stiffens but doesn't make any move to stop you.

Clicking it upward, it disconnects from the rest of his armour and you put it to the side. You move closer to see the injury, taking the damp cloth and dabbing it on his skin.

He flinches away from you instantly, head turning to look at you一you’re not sure what he’s thinking but you continue after giving him a short apology. You wipe away the fresh blood and ash that dusts the surface of his skin一his shoulders slowly start to un-tense, easing into your touch.

Once his wound is clean, you take the gauze and start to wrap it around his arm, making sure it’s not too tight to cut off circulation一trying to ignore the fact that he’s staring at you.

Unwavering and unashamed, he stares at you, taking in every feature of your face now that he’s up close.

It’s only when you notice goosebumps prickle under his skin do you realize how close you are and that your breath is unintentionally fanning across his exposed skin.

The silence is deafening. The only sound coming from both of your breathing, his unnaturally heavy一not surprising given the situation.

“Why did you seem...upset when I said we were going to Sorgan.” His voice breaks the silence, surprising you with his words.

For a second, your fingers stop moving but you snap out of it, continue with what you’re doing.

“I-I lived there once.” You answer honestly, trying to keep the emotion to a minimum.

“I thought you had never left Arvala-7.” He sounds genuinely curious, a lightness to his tone that indicates he’s listening to every word you speak. Now with the kid in his possession and the security of hyperspace, he can relax.

“Not since I was a child.” You hesitate telling him more. You know he’s not asking一you’re under no obligation to share this part of you一but something about the way his helmet tilts as he stares at you and the gentleness in his tone makes you inclined to continue. “My parents were killed on Sorgan.”

You don’t look up at him when you say this, continuing to wrap his arm, but you feel him tense at your words.

“They were killed by the Galactic Empire for information when I was two...maybe three. Kuiil saved me一took me to Arvala-7 where he raised me as his own.” Before now, you had never said those words aloud and they knocked the wind out of you.

He pauses, not speaking one single word, his breathing stopped for so long you’re scared he’s just died in front of you.

“You were...a foundling.” His words are soft, not a question but a mutual understanding.

“Yeah, I guess I was.” You shrug, finally looking up at him一you both stare at each other until he takes a deep breath in.

“I was once a foundling.” His words strike something in you一a match to light up the dark part of you that was never truly understood.

For the first time, you feel like someone understands you, and he did it with just five simple words.

When you can’t seem to respond, the air caught somewhere in your chest, he puts his hand on your knee.

And, without words spoken, you know he’s telling you一it’s okay, you don’t need to say anything一a mutual understanding of each other. Not wanting to indulge in the prominent emotions you’re feeling, you blink them away, finishing the knot on his arm, securing it in place.

“I’ll clean it again tomorrow and re-wrap it...if you’d like.” You add the last part, not wanting to impose on him but he nods once.

“Thank you.”

With that, there’s nothing more to be said. You offer him a gentle smile before making your way down to the hull of the ship, finding your little corner and lying down for the night一thinking about the brief moments shared between you and the Mandalorian.

#din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian fanfic

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future.

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7.

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season.

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find.

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his. Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate!

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sanguinesweets · 2 years

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I've fallen into Charma hell. Forgive me.

Char and Garma get some alone time in the cockpit of their ship, Char has conflicting feelings about what Garma means to him, sex happens, etc. R-18 no minors etc etc

Twists of Fate, a one-shot

Space seemed to float endlessly on as Char's craft sailed through the sky, the dark expanse of black sprinkled with stars giving the pilot a quiet escape. His life had become the roaring of engines, the crash of metal, the deafening boom of explosions. Men screaming their last breath as they were torn to bits, burnt to a cinder.

Though he had become accustomed to the tragedies of war, part of him would always be thankful for moments like this, where he could just sit and gaze into the abyss of space, unbothered by those around him as his men slept in their chambers. Taking a deep breath, the Lieutenant leaned back a little in his chair, taking a moment to rest his eyes. He had switched the craft to autopilot, and knew that if anything came up on the radar, it would notify him immediately. A shower sounded fantastic right now, he thought. Maybe just one night in his own bed, and then back to another mission.

Just as he began to feel himself drift off, he felt a puff of warm breath ghost against the shell of his ear, and a pair of slender arms wrapping around his shoulders. The bodily contact immediately jolted Char awake, and he jumped a little in his seat at the intrusion.

A voice behind him chuckled softly. "Did I scare you?"

The Lieutenant made a faux face of disgust, before turning around to smirk at his old acquaintance, Garma Zabi. "Not in the least. What are you doing sneaking around at this hour, anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep," the Colonel replied, wrapping his arms around Char just a little tighter. "What are you doing dozing off at the controls?"

The Red Comet rolled his eyes and grinned. "We're in a safe zone. We should be good to coast for a couple of hours before returning to base. I thought maybe I'd rest my eyes for a change."

"Hmm." Garma grinned against the side of Char's face, his eyes fluttering shut. "Well, I had other things in mind, but if you're only interested in resting, I could always leave you alone."

The pilot quirked a brow beneath his mask. "Oh? What kind of things?" He rested a hand on Garma's forearm, stroking it lightly.

The Colonel opened an eye, a smirk pulling at his lips. Leaning forward, he slid a hand down Char's front, giving one of his muscular thighs a gentle squeeze through the thin fabric of his uniform.

The blond grunted in response, and felt months of pent-up desire quickly rush to his cock. When was the last time he had gotten a moment alone with Garma, this man who he dreamed of killing for years, who he somehow still couldn't get enough of? Had they not tired out their sexual tryst years ago, in the bunks of the Academy?

"I've missed you, Char." The Colonel buried his face into the side of the pilot's neck, kissing it tenderly. "I've thought about this moment for weeks, laying all alone in my bed. How wonderful it would be to have you in my arms again.."

A moan escaped Char's lips and he tilted his neck in response, allowing the other to press more dire, feverish kisses to the skin above the collar of his uniform. It was always moments like these that revealed his own weaknesses to himself, that he could be so easily seduced by the man he vowed to kill. And yet here he was, with the lips of his enemy on his neck, and his fingers ghosting over his hardening cock.

It was a complicated relationship, to say the least, but Char had accepted that through their years together.

Garma's long, dextrous fingers made easy work of the buttons on Char's collar, freeing his Adam's apple to the cool air of the cockpit. His lips locked on to the exposed skin like his life depended on it, making a sucking noise as he left a deep, red mark on the pilot.

"Aaahh..!" Char moaned, his face flushing with color as the Colonel ran his wet tongue along his jugular. "Fuck, Garma.."

Without a moment of hesitation, the pilot pulled the Colonel into his lap, his jaw going slack as the assault on his neck continued. He snaked a hand around to squeeze Garma's firm ass, which ground down slowly on his clothed erection.

The Colonel came up for breath for a moment, his hair slightly disheveled, a redness creeping into his cheeks and wet lips. Char would have been lying if he said Garma didn't look absolutely stunning in that moment, his deep brown eyes glazed over with lust. Maybe that's what kept the pilot in this endless cycle, constantly thinking about how he'd someday get his revenge against the Zabi family, whilst also falling into bed with the young prince almost every time they were stationed together. There was a gravitational pull between the two of them, one that neither of them could ever deny, despite how much Char wanted to believe otherwise.

The Lieutenant leaned up to press a soft kiss to Garma's lips, and gripped his thighs roughly as he pulled him in closer. This was a moment he wouldn't let go to waste. Who knew how much longer he could keep playing this game?

"Char," Garma breathed into the kiss, his nimble fingers going for the belt buckle that cinched his lover's perfect waist. He opened his mouth so that Char could slide his tongue inside, and reveled in the feeling as their teeth clashed together hungrily for a moment, before they once again found their rhythm.

Char slid a hand teasingly up Garma's front, grabbing his hardened cock through the pants of his uniform and squeezing it lightly. The Colonel moaned into his mouth in response, his face growing more and more red at Char's every touch. He bucked his hips, leaning back a little bit to give the pilot more access, and shakily slid the zipper of his pants down while gazing lustfully into the other's eyes.

Char smirked, clicking his tongue. "You're a little impatient today."

Garma blushed even harder, averting his eyes. "Shut up, Char. That's an order."

"Yes, Sir." Char's voice deepened, and he made slow, meticulous work of pulling Garma's hardened cock out of his pants, grasping it carefully as he slid his thumb over the head. His superior whined in response, biting at his lower lip as Char pumped his erection at an agonizing pace.

Tightening his grip on Garma's erection with one hand, Char slid the other down to free his own, his significantly larger length towering over his superior's. Adjusting himself in his seat, he pushed his cock up against the Colonel's grasping both with one large palm as he squeezed them together.

"Char.." Garma buried his face in the pilot's neck as he pumped them both, his breath hitching as Char's fingers paid special attention to the tip of his cock. He never expected to last long in the Red Comet's grasp, after years of sneaking off in the Academy and on missions together. Char knew exactly what buttons to press on the young Zabi, and in his years alive, Garma had never found another person who could make him squirm quite like his old bunk mate.

His pace quickened, and Garma squeezed his eyes shut, a pathetic mewl escaping his lips and ghosting over the lobe of Char's ear. "Char, don't make me cum so fast, please.."

The pilot removed his hand from between the two of them, grabbing Garma by the shoulders and nudging him towards the floor. He pumped his erection slowly in the Colonel's face, pressing the tip to Garma's bottom lip. Though his eyes were still covered by his mask, Garma could read the lustful, domineering look on Char's face without issue. His tongue flitted over the bead of precum on the tip of the Lieutenant's cock, and he took the tip into his mouth with a knowing look in his eyes.

Throwing his head back, Char moaned loudly as he was taken bit-by-bit into his superior's mouth, his fingers tangling into locks of silky, violet hair. Though he didn't want to admit it, no one would ever drive him as crazy in situations like these as Garma would; no one's lips would ever fit around his cock quite like those of the Zabi brat. He reveled in the sensation as his straining erection hit the back of Garma's throat continuously, he moaned wantonly at the sound of his friend, his enemy choking on his impressive length. Nothing would ever have the same effect on him, and as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, Char wondered if he would ever miss this once he enacted the revenge he was plotting.

Stroking himself desperately, Garma pulled his lips off of Char's cock with a wet pop, gasping for breath with a slackened jaw. He gazed up at Char those pleading eyes once more, those eyes that threatened to melt the pilot to a puddle in his seat.

"Fuck me, Char. Please.." the grasp on his erection tightened, and the Colonel didn't wait for an answer before he discarded the tight pants of his uniform, tossing them to the side. "I want you so badly, I can barely stand it."

Without a moment of hesitation, Char pulled Garma back up into his lap, prodding at his mouth with two thick fingers, making sure to get them nice and wet with his superior's saliva. Sharply, he pressed the moist digits at Garma's tight entrance, pushing past the warm ring of muscle and into the softness of his insides. Garma mewled, spreading his thighs to allow Char better access to his ass, and fucked himself down onto the pilot's hand as he fingered him roughly.

Just as Garma began to drool on his shoulder, Char removed his fingers, replacing them slowly with the tip of his cock. He pressed in slowly, burying himself all the way inside of the Colonel, and clenched his teeth as the warm cheeks of Garma's ass met his groin. That, he mused, was something he would never tire of. The primal feeling of skin on skin, the youngest Zabi twisting and writhing on his cock as he fucked him stupid, it was one of the better things these twists and turns of fate had given him.

The cockpit of the ship was soon filled with sounds of skin slapping on skin, the huffs and moans of the Lieutenant and his Captain growing louder as they both drew closer to their release.

Char's fingernails dug deeply into the soft skin of Garma's hips as he slammed him down on his cock, knowing very well that he was likely to leave marks with his rough handling. Garma could go and date however many women he wanted, hell, how many ever men he wanted, but Char wanted everyone to know who he really belonged to. This ass was his, and he had claimed it long ago in the dormitories of Zeon's Military Academy.

"Fuck, Char, I'm about to come.." Garma's eyes screwed shut, and he grabbed desperately for the sides of Char's face, holding on for dear life as he felt his orgasm build in the depths of his groin.

The pilot fucked him with every last drop of love, hatred, admiration, and animosity he held inside of him, all of his emotions building as he ripped the other apart from the inside. Feeling Garma's ass clench around his erection sent him over the edge, and he came with a grunt that his superior muffled with a sultry kiss, soon following behind him.

Garma melted in Char's arms as he felt the pilot release inside of him, his own come squirting in spurts accross his lover's bare chest. Riding the last waves of their orgasm, the two slumped over quietly, catching their breath as the room around them once again reverted to dead silence.

A few minutes passed before Garma eventually pulled away, using his undershirt to mop up the mess he had made on Char's defined pectoral muscles. He gazed into his friend's eyes lovingly, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I love you, Char." The Colonel blushed, wondering if he was a fool for confessing his feelings like this in the middle of a war. "I hate leaving you.."

And in that moment, Char only wished he could reciprocate. For all the moments in his life that he had felt intense rage towards against the Zabi family, and had meticulously fantasized about how he would someday kill Garma, the pilot wanted more than anything to wake up from this cruel dream. Perhaps if he pinched himself, a new reality would come to light. His parents would still be alive, Sayla and himself would be living comfortably and peacefully, and Garma would just be another childhood friend, not the son of Degwin Zabi. The turmoil in his heart would be gone, and he would be free.

But reality doesn't work like that, he thought. No matter how much he wanted to love Garma, he couldn't betray his his own personal duties in such a way. Fate had chosen Char to get revenge on the Zabis, and Garma was just a fool meant to die by his hands.

#char aznable #garma zabi #charma #my drabbles #nsf/w #drabble

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gojology · 3 years

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Strawberry Flavored Pocky.

pairing : teen! gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : the big three: unedited, most likely badly written, and some cursing. also there’s like.. graphic imagery that gojo and reader exchange to eachother. it’s just banter though! wordcount : 2273 a/n : for that one anon that wanted teen gojo. my stroke of genius always occurs when im eating strawberry flavored pocky i swear.. anyways yeah this is unfiltered writing n it’s probably like not the best tbh and maybe i didn’t nail teen gojo’s personality but u know what this was so fun to write

The sound of the tear of the wrapper containing the Pocky you had just bought was music to your ears, crinkling with every touch. Your fingers are itching to grab for the deliciously coated sticks, but you’re stopped by someone none other than Gojo Satoru himself. “What’d you get?” he inquired, seemingly unbothered by the face you were making, he hadn’t even greeted you with a simple, “Hello.” he sat down on the bench seat right next to you, uninvited. In his hand were many bags of various sweet treats, you could only make out some familiar ones- ramune flavored gummies, a bag of chips, vibrantly colored candy. Your lips quirk downwards, exhaling, turning to face the setting sun. “Just some Pocky.” you flatly respond, beginning to pick the biscuit up. Contrary to Gojo’s wide choice of snacks, you only really had one favorite- Pocky. Specifically, Strawberry flavored Pocky. The sweet, yet somewhat tart aftertaste treat dominated your mind almost day and night. It wasn’t everyday that Yaga would be lenient enough to take the four of you to the local convenience store. You were waiting for Shoko and Geto to finish shopping to finally head home for a night of yummy snacking. Gojo sighs, lazily dropping the treats right next to his side, they sat idly, limply resting on his thigh as he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His hands warmly nestled into his snowy white hair, his elbows jutting into your personal bubble. “Not one to chat, are you? What’s the problem? You scared?” his tone is teasing, and you jerk your head to face his. Your head is tilted, like your confused, but in reality you’re just astounded how obnoxious he was. “Why in the world would I be scared of you? You wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Yaga-Senpai would rip your limbs off one by one and fling you into the horizon! And he’s not even that far away, I could report you to him if you even get on my nerves in the slightest.” you shot back, huffing and taking your first bite on the biscuit. You instantly melt. He flashes you a toothy smile, and you stiffen, did he ever take anything seriously? “Oh my, so riled up. Only scaredy-cats would talk about how not scared they were. Look, you’re even shaking-” he gestures to your just slightly shaking, tightened grip on your Pocky. “-I win, Y/N! Boo hoo, case closed, gimme your Pocky~” “No, fuck you and your fat ass trying to take my Pocky, I’m not shaking from fear anyways.” you sternly retort, warmth rushing to your cheeks for whatever reason. “I’m shaking because I’m resisting the urge to duct tape your mouth shut and gouge your eyeballs out.” He chuckles warmly as if your gruesome detailing was humorous, he probably didn’t know you meant it. He too, ripped open one of his snacks. “Calm down, Y/N. I was joking, I could buy Pocky’s whole stock and probably also buy my position up as CEO if I wanted to. I wouldn’t leech off of you, sugar.” readjusting his crooked, circular shades, he looked down at your now slack grip on the wrapper. Unanswering, you’re grumbling instead. Under your breath, you’re curious as to how Gojo hasn’t realized how obnoxious he was, and how much longer could he survive without his head exploding from how big it was from his inflated ego? Gojo grinned. He was all too aware of those things, but who really cared? “Not unless you let your guard down!-” unable to finish the rest of his sentence, he yanked up the wrapper from your hands, using the extent of his long arm to dangle it high above your head. Your reflexes are far too slow to react, causing you to glare at him in a mixture of shock, hatred, and disbelief. “Give-” you jump, arm reaching towards your snack, but he backs off, snickering and still dangling it above your head. “It-” now you’ve leapt up on the bench, grabbing at the wrapper to no avail. “Back!-” whimpering and flailing your arms out, every time you came close to retrieving your rightfully owned pack of Pocky, he’d simply throw it to his other hand so carelessly it pissed you off. All the while giggling, juggling it like a clown. A breath of laughter escapes his lips as he looks at you, prancing around like a circus act on the bench, yelling curses and many death-wishes to his clan. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and he can’t just help but realize how adorable you were when concentrated in getting something- so stubborn. “Okay, okay!” and as if Gojo had flipped a switch, you simmer down, looking at him with an impatient side-eye. “You want it, doggie?” “Refer to me as doggie, and I’ll send a pack of strays to ravage you.” Gojo exhaled out of his nose. “You’re a funny one, doggie.” did he just dismiss the conversation you two were having literally 2 seconds prior? “I’ll ask this again, do you want to get your treats back?” his eyes are glinting with amusement and child-like glee. You were almost sure that he had started calling your beloved Pocky as treats because of just how well it suited the nickname Doggie. It looked like you would be getting no where unless you paid no mind to him calling you such a.. Derogatory name. Grumbling and studying the concrete you were currently trampling on, you exasperatedly sigh. “Yes. I do want my Pocky back.” you grunt, averting your gaze to anywhere but Gojo’s shoes. He perks up in approval, drawing out a long, “Hmmm?” as if he hadn’t expected you to give up so easily. “What are the magic words, Y/N?” This was so humiliating. “Please?” you politely say through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the general public bustling about, you would’ve lunged for his unruly hair and tear it out of his scalp. “Hah! You think I’m gonna do that sorta bullshit?” he crosses his arms, Pocky tucked safely under his arm. You wince, thinking about how the biscuits may potentially be snapped in half. Did you really want your snack still? It probably smelled like Gojo’s armpit sweat, death, and all the bad things in the world combined. “You’re gonna have to earn it, Y/N, in a game.” Now convinced that Gojo was the manifestation of all the bad karma that you had avoided, you stare at him with wide eyes and fear, the irritation long gone. Games, no, scratch that, literally anything with Gojo only resulted in a small, or maybe large piece of your sanity torn away from you, lost to the infinite dark abyss. Maybe that’s why Geto seemed to slowly go insane everyday. “On second thought, I’ll just go-” He cuts you off, alarm now displayed on full view, his face contorting back to neutral. “Wait, no! It won’t be hard. Pinkie promise.” extending a pinkie towards you, you gently slap it away. The mood change was so instant, you were still shocked, that, and he was almost a legal adult and still believed in pinkie promises. Still hesitant, you quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather spend another two dollars than play whatever game your planning, unless you tell me about it.” “That’s a given, besides, it won’t take too long, Y/N. I think you’ll like it.” he replies cheerfully, leaning and whisper-yelling into your ear, fruitfully jolting you up. Seriously, did he have any idea what personal space was? After just a few seconds of thinking, you roll your eyes in defeat. “Okay, what’s this game?” His incredibly long fingers inserted themselves inside the crinkling wrapper, pulling out a slender stick. You’re almost sure your salivating, and subconsciously swallow the lump at the back of your throat. “Okay, rules of this game are... Hm, we both place our mouths at both ends of the stick. You get the pretzel part because that part sucks.” mischief flickers in his eyes briefly. “Whoever can get down the Pocky longest without being afraid of kissing and pulling back, loses and doesn’t get the Pocky. Whoever stays in their place wins. I’ll throw in some money, deal or no deal?” “This doesn’t sound.. Fun.” you were still skeptical, but curiosity was blossoming rapidly inside of you. Could you really resist such an intriguing request? The guy was rich, and he did say he’d throw in some money. Gojo probably hated the thought of you, too. You could probably get up and close, get him to cower away from the thought of locking lips with you, and you’d be on your merry way. “Um, actually, never mind. Let’s do this.” you chirp, the weariness had depleted completely. Besides, Gojo would pester you into doing it anyways, this would effectively save time. The expression on his face was indecipherable, silently wishing to yourself to see his eyes. You wonder if they’re wide open, in shock of your acceptance. He gently placed the biscuit between your lips, his thumb brushing against it. Your breath hitches, now he’s up close. The shades adorning his handsome features, concealing those vivid blue eyes of his made your heart pace quicken in just seconds, maybe it was because he could see you- and you couldn’t. Your gaze shifts to the tufts of white hair hanging above his forehead. His bangs look lusciously soft, so soft you wonder what it’d be like to ruffle his unruly hair, what did it smell like? What conditioner did he use? Your cheeks darken, but you hope he doesn’t notice it. This was what people thought of when they saw pretty people up close, it wasn’t like you had a thing for him, he was just attractive, that’s all. “You look real stupid holding that stick between your teeth and looking at me.” he comments, charmingly smirking as you give him another death glare, unable to speak in fear of dropping the Pocky stick. You could count each individual hair strand he had on top of his head with the amount of time he was taking. Chomp. You take the first bite, and you can’t help but realize how much your heart is fluttering about in your chest. Eyelashes fluttering, nerves getting jittery, the exchange was strangely intimate. No kidding, of course it was- if the two of you were adamant and continued to chomp on the stick, it would only end in a kiss. There was no way around it. He takes a bite too, his lips look curved in a dopey smile, but there’s not a single word traded between the two of you, just tiny, slight nibbles. It would be eons until someone finished, and you were growing impatient by the minute. Quicken the pace. Quicken the fucking pace. So you did the unthinkable, you quickened the pace. Taking a large bite, he pauses for a minute- as if to think, before taking an even larger bite. Now, 2/3′s of the original stick is gone. One more large bite, and a kiss would follow suit. Now, you’re sweating bullets, eyes bouncing from him, back down to the microscopic sized Pocky. His lips are so, so close. Soft, plush pink, so glossy you’re inclined to ask what brand of lip gloss he uses. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, why wasn’t he giving up? The two of you don’t take a single bite, plainly avoiding the objective, the world around you had evaporated into thin air. It’s you, and Gojo Satoru. You nibbled a little bit more, and then you make up your mind. You’re going to kiss- Growing chatter grew closer to closer, and you realize Shoko’s monotone and Geto’s lively voice, alongside a very disgruntled Yaga. “Yeah, she’s pretty hot. I actually liked the movie- Uh...?” the steady rhythm stopped against the concrete. Immediately, you straighten and clear your throat, spitting out the Pocky stick into the nearby grass. Gojo follows suit, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and twirling around. “Oh hey, Geto!-” “Are we interrupting something? Something.. Important?” Shoko quizzes, struggling to stifle her giggling. A sheepish smile was displayed widely on your face for the world to see, hands behind your back like you were hiding something. Gojo, on the other hand, is facing the other direction, whistling and staring at the now setting sky. You stutter, cheeks growing even darker. Yaga looks as disgruntled as ever, facepalming and murmuring to himself. Geto looks ecstatic. “MY MAN!” he beams. “WERE YOU GOING TO-” “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shoko shushes him in response, turning her head back to the two of you. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “We thought you hated Gojo, we’re just...” her head is cocked slightly, an understanding expression on her features. “Just surprised, is all.” Spluttering, you try to explain yourself- but no sound comes out. Your mouth is opening and closing, struggling to find the words. “I do hate him... I just... He.. Pocky.. He uh...” “Sheeeeeeeesh! Poor Y/N over here is going through some shock right now!” Gojo muses aloud, he places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm. There’s a small, coy grin on his lips. As if he didn’t try kissing you 1 minute ago. “Just ignore them, anyways, what are we having for dinner tonight? I heard there’s a really good KBBQ place down the street that just opened..” As much as you hate Gojo, his ability to escape anything did come in handy. Well, maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you were leading on. You’d go as far as to say.. Maybe you enjoyed some parts of him.

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oneoftheprettynerds · 3 years

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Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried.

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter. A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

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